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"value": "### Title: May Ch. 04\n\n### Tags: anal, oral, mother and son, massive cock, vaginal orgasm, muture, younger man\n\n### Characters\n\n**Jean**: A confident and sexually adventurous woman who owns a clinic and has a significant property portfolio. She is in a romantic and sexual relationship with her son, Jack, and has a history of sexual encounters with her friend May and May's husband Tim.\n\n**Jack**: A young man who is sexually involved with his mother, Jean. He is confident in his sexual prowess and is open to exploring new sexual experiences. He is also academically focused, preparing for his final exams.\n\n**May**: A friend of Jean who is sexually involved with her. May is married to Tim and has a daughter named Mags. She is a doctor at Jean's clinic and has a complex sexual relationship with her husband, involving cuckoldry and crossdressing.\n\n**Tim**: May's husband, described as an effeminate crossdresser who enjoys watching May and Jean engage in sexual acts. He is an internationally renowned architect and is referred to as May's \"sissy cuckold husband.\"\n\n**Mags**: May's daughter, who is studying medicine and has a history of sexual encounters with Jack. She is currently completing an internship in America.\n\n**Dot**: A doctor at Jean's clinic who is also sexually involved with Jean and May. She is described as wonderful in bed and has participated in threesomes with them.\n\n### Plot\n\nJean and Jack, a mother and son, are engaged in a intense sexual relationship, spending their days having sex, eating, and sleeping. Jean, confident and adventurous, discusses her sexual history with Jack, including her experiences with her friend May and May's husband Tim. Jack, while focused on his upcoming exams, is open to exploring new sexual experiences with Jean and May.\n\nJean reveals her ownership of a clinic and a significant property portfolio, expressing her desire for Jack to manage it after he qualifies. She also discusses her sexual experiences with May and Tim, including threesomes and Tim's role as a cuckold. Jack, remembering a past sexual encounter with May's daughter Mags, agrees to invite May and Dot, another doctor at the clinic, for supper and potentially more intimate encounters.\n\nAs they return home, Jean and Jack engage in a passionate sexual act, with Jack performing anal sex on Jean, leading to multiple orgasms for both. Afterward, they discuss inviting May for the next evening. However, their plans are interrupted when May calls to inform them of Tim's sudden death, likely from a heart attack. Jean offers support and invites May to stay with them until the funeral. May accepts, planning to pack and join them soon."
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"value": "It was Sunday afternoon, and they had just returned from a Sunday Roast Lunch, which had been excellent. Jean was glowing, all they had done since Thursday evening had been to have sex, eat and sleep. They had a light breakfast which Jean had prepared it then back to bed for another exciting session. They had showered together, and Jack had done her in the shower. This, was the first time that they had been out since Jean had gone to the boutique. She had worn a smart suit and blouse with the skirt two inches above her knees. With her beautiful legs, she looked stunning. They had sat in the cocktail bar in the hotel before lunch and Jean had been flashing her gorgeous sex slit to Jack as they sipped their wine. \n\nJack had used his smartphone watch to take pictures which he had shown to Jean. The bar was empty apart from them, and Jean had pushed her skirt up her thighs then used two fingers to spread her cunt lips and out had popped her enormous clit, Jack had managed to video the whole performance. He had shown the footage to Jean, and she had said, \"Wait until we get home, I am so randy when I get your cock I want more of it. May messaged me this morning asking if you wanted to stay with her tonight. I replied to her that you were staying with me and you would probably be staying with me all week. She replied asking if she could visit one evening. How do you feel about that?\" \n\nJack thought that he had only seven weeks until his finals and he was very confident that he was on top of things. He also enjoyed fucking May, and they still had a lot of things to do, but he loved fucking Jean but felt a threesome with the two of them could spice things up. He smiled then said, \"Mum, I love fucking you, I can't get enough of you. Have you ever done a threesome with a man with May?\" \n\nJean laughed then said, \"Yes and no, May and I have fucked each other with strapons, and Tim has watched us doing it. We both orgasmed then Tim licked both our pussies clean. When May humiliates him like this it arouses him it's not humiliation, she does it to turn him on. He loves to eat pussy. We have done it several times. I know that May has the fantasy of being fucked by a man and letting Tim watch it then Tim has to lick all the creamy spunk out of her cunt. Tim is very adept at licking cunt. Twice when he has been licking me, he has made me cum. He got very excited when he did this, then he played with his tiny cock and shot his load into a pair of May's thongs. May calls him her cum bag. I got a lot of pleasure doing that with May. Apart from this, I have never had sex with another man and woman. \" \n\n\"We must think to the future. I own the Clinic, May, Dot and the three other doctors working there pay rent to me. May's daughter Mags, who is doing an internship in America this now, wants to join our Clinic when she comes back. She will be the first of the next generation to work there. I have to invest a lot in new equipment which is ongoing at the moment. When Mags starts, I will be able to take things a lot easier which will be good for you and me as we will be able to take a lot of breaks. I also have quite a large property portfolio which when you qualify I want you to look after. I want to be open and honest with you, but I also want us both to have a lot of fun. Would you like to let another man watch us fuck then let him lick my pussy and your cock clean afterwards? It is all possible with May's sissy cuckold husband.\" \n\nThey were then called for lunch, and the dining room was full, so they didn't have the opportunity to discuss things openly over lunch. As they walked home arm in arm, Jack said, \"I have never done anything like that, but if you get pleasure from it then I will do it for you. To be honest, it would turn me on to do that; then someone licks your cunt clean. No man has ever licked my cock clean. Has Dot been involved in any of these things?\" \n\nJean replied, \"Yes, Dot, May and I are lovers. We have had threesomes together, and Tim has watched then he has licked us all out. Tim is a very clever Architect; he makes a lot of money from it. Internationally he is renowned. He is very artistic. He is very effeminate. He is not gay, he enjoys wearing women's clothes. He is a crossdresser in his house. May's happy that she has Mags who on the face of it appears to be normal. She got distinction with her medical degree. She has gained a lot of experience with her year in America. I think that we should invite May over for supper one evening and we should also invite Dot on another evening for the same. Once we are all comfortable, then we can go to May's for some fun. Dot's wonderful in bed. How do you feel about this?\" \n\nJack thought back to when he was eighteen and Mags was nineteen. They had been at a Church Disco on a Friday night. They had chatted and danced. They had flirted, and Mags had asked him for the last dance which they had shared. He then had then walked her home. They had a Garden House in the garden which had a sofa and several chairs. They had gone in there to say goodnight. Mags was like May and had enormous tits. They had kissed and touched on the sofa. Then they had sixty-nined, they had both cum in the other's mouth. They had repeated this several times then Mags had left for University a three-hour drive away. Mags had been impressed with Jack's cock especially when she was deep throating him, and it was banging on her throat. \n\nJack replied, \"Yes, we should do that, perhaps we should invite May tomorrow evening and then have Dot later in the week. If you are interested mum, I want to suck your clit when we get home.\" \n\nShe replied, \"I am more than interested, let's sixty-nine, and you can get my ass prepared for fucking. Darling, will you give mummy three as fucks before you go inside her cunt? I love that, and I can honestly tell you that May and I are both addicted to your magnificent cock.\" \n\nThey arrived home, and Jean went to the kitchen for some wine. Jack went into the lounge and stripped then lay on the carpet. Jean came into the lounge carrying a tray with a bottle of wine in a wine cooler and two glasses; she was naked. She put the tray on the coffee table then lay down in a position that they could sixty-nine. Jean was horny and very wet. She worked on his cock, and he worked on her cunt. Jack enjoyed sucking his mother's huge clitoris; it was like a little cock. She loved it when he nibbled the hood of her clit. Jean came very quickly when he sucked her clit and finger fucked her. \n\nHe loved the way that she was massaging his balls as she sucked him. She was so flexible in the way she pleasured him with her mouth. One minute she was deep throating him with his bulbous head hitting way down her throat, she never gagged and loved it when she did it. The next minute she was licking and nibbling on the head of his cock. He was getting harder, and she was getting wetter. He had been lubing her ass, and now she was easily taking three fingers, the threshold that told him she was ready to be ass fucked. \n\nHe bent her over the sofa; she used the arm to support herself. He fingered her pussy and used some of her cunt juice as lube and covered the head of his cock with it. He then put the tip on her ass hole, and with a slight push, he was inside her doggy style. Quickly he had a powerful rhythm going. Her big tits were now wobbling; they looked fantastic. Her first orgasm came several minutes later. She was trembling with it. Then her second and that was stronger. After the third, she was shaking. Jack continued to pound her ass and asked, \"Do you want another ass fuck? I will give you another if you want.\" \n\nShe replied, \"You are a darling, you know how to keep mummy happy. Go deep and hard with this one, fuck me hard.\" \n\nJack did as he was told, and ten minutes Jean had a massive vaginal orgasm. He had been rubbing her clit and had felt the flood of her hot juice flowing from her cunt. She was now shaking uncontrollably, she said, \"That was the best one yet. I want your spunk inside my cunt now. Please fuck me hard, I need it so bad.\" \n\nHe pulled out then went into her hot wet cunt, it was squelching but felt so good. He was soon pounding her. Jean loved it. For the next forty minutes, Jack was utterly relentless. Jean had several mini orgasms but none like the massive one they both had when they both climaxed within seconds of each other. She held him inside her for two minutes then relaxed her grip. He pulled out, and they kissed. She said, \"Since Friday night and it's now Sunday afternoon, you have had ten orgasms inside me. That's amazing, and God knows how many I have had as I lost count yesterday afternoon.\" \n\nThe kissed again then Jack topped up their glasses. He asked, \"I think that I should phone May to let her know that I am staying here this week but add an invitation for her to come tomorrow evening. How should we handle this?\" \n\nJean thought then said, \"You must be honest with her, and that's the right way to do it. Make her feel part of us, and she is a big part of both our lives. I am surprised that we haven't heard from her, the only reason I can think of is that she is resting. To be honest, I am feeling a little tired. I would love it if we went to bed for an afternoon nap. Just the two of us together. Would you like to join me?\" \n\nThey kissed again then he replied, \"I would love too. That's a lovely idea. I feel so relaxed that I will sleep. Thursday, Friday and Saturday were wonderful nights. We made love then fell asleep. When we woke up in the morning, the first thing that we did was make love. I enjoyed that. I feel so comfortable with you mum. I wish that we had crossed the line years ago. I know that dad died five years ago, but I had the feeling that things were not right between the two of you for years before that.\" \n\nJean took his hand and squeezed it gently then said, \"Your father's cancer was a very aggressive cancer. He was a very heavy smoker. I have never smoked in my life. We had separate bedrooms as he would smoke if he woke up during the night in the bedroom. You would have been eighteen when this was happening. When you were seventeen that was the last time that I had sex with your father. When you were eighteen, I often thought of coming to your room when I knew that your father was drunk and asleep in his room. I was so worried about his drinking and smoking. I had two fire and smoke alarms in all the rooms that he used in the house.\" \n\n\"If the alarms had gone off during the night I'm sure that I would have got you out of the house safely. Also at that time, I started having fantasies about you. Usually twice a day I would orgasm thinking about you. I would leave my bedroom door open hoping that you would come in. The worst was when your father was at a conference or away giving a lecture. I would be very noisy when I played hoping that you would hear me and then come and help me. I have wanted you for a long time.\" \n\nThey kissed again then went upstairs to bed. They got under the duvet and hugged and kissed each other. Both were both fast asleep two minutes later. They were both locked in a hug. Three and a half hours later at seven-twenty the house phone rang, Jean answered it, it was May, and she said, \"Jean, I was with Dot this afternoon, I got home just over half an hour ago. I went to Tim's room to ask what he would like for supper. There was no reply. I found him in his study in his chair. He was cold. I have phoned his doctor and the undertaker. What a shock. I believe that he has had a heart attack. His doctor, who I know, is due in the next ten minutes. After he and the Undertaker are finished, is it okay if I come to you for a few days? I never expected this to happen. I will bring my laptop if that's alright with you and Skype Mags.\" \n\nJean replied, \"Darling, I am so sorry to hear this. No problem, we can come to you if that helps, but it may be better if you stay with us until the funeral as everyone will want to contact you. Give us a call after the doctor leaves. I feel for you.\" \n\nMay responded, \"Thanks Jean, I will now pack a bag so that I am ready. As soon as I have everything tied up here, I will give you a call to let you know when I will be with you. Mags sat her last exam on Friday so technically her course is finished. Thanks for your support and I will be with you soon.\""
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"value": "### Title: A Bed Time Story Ch. 02\n\n### Tags: medieval, romance novella, knights\n\n### Characters\n\n**The Knight**: A proven warrior and experienced lover, described as well-knit and pleasing to the eye despite not being a young man. He is caring, attentive, and deeply attracted to the Lady. He is also skilled in hunting and survival tasks.\n\n**The Lady**: A resourceful and passionate woman who is confident in her abilities to set up camp and please her lover. She is described as having a pleasing figure and is open about her desires. She is also thoughtful and enjoys playful conversations with the Knight.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe story begins with the Knight and the Lady waking up from a night of passion, preparing to continue their journey to a fair and tournament. The Knight goes out to gather water and wood while the Lady expresses her hunger for breakfast and affectionately teases him.\n\nShe admires his physique and playfully questions the size of his manhood, leading to a brief intimate encounter before he leaves to prepare breakfast. They enjoy a leisurely meal together, discussing their journey and the upcoming fair. After breaking camp, they ride at an easy pace, enjoying each other's company and the pleasant weather.\n\nAs the sun sets, they arrive at a sheltered glen where they set up camp for the night. The Lady prepares the camp while the Knight goes hunting, returning with rabbits and a pheasant. They share an intimate dinner, feeding each other and engaging in playful touches. The Lady then prepares herself and invites the Knight into the tent, leading to a passionate and intimate night where they explore each other's desires and pleasure. The story concludes with them lying together, content and satisfied, discussing the fair and the tournament, but avoiding talk of their future together."
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"value": "They arose, still groggy from their love making of the night before. He leaned over, kissed her forehead and slipped his hand down to cup her hind cheek. \n\n\"Awake my lady, tis time for us to break camp and continue our journey.\" \n\nShe rolled her head out from the covers while pressing her ass harder into his hand. \"As you wish, but I require some food to break my fast good sir.\" \n\n\"And you shall have it Lady, I have to go for water and fetch some dry wood for the fire.\" He arose and she looked long at his form, a proven warrior and certainly not a young man, still he was well knit and pleasing to the eye. She was surprised that his cock was so small when not aroused. Reaching up she ran her hand down his belly and lingered on his manhood. \n\n\"Can this be the same staff that pounded my depths, Sir Knight?\" \n\nHe looked down at her hand, even as his cock began to fill with desire from the warmth of her touch. \"Aye Lady, tis a tiny mushroom until it is loved, that's for certain.\" \n\n\"Well, sir let me love it... and see if you are true or a false knight.\" \n\n\"As you wish, my Lady...I'm sure it will be a stout Oak staff in no time under your wonderful touch.\" \n\nTrue to his word, his shaft grew and stiffened in her grasp. It became ridged and was capped by a velvet head. The soft ridge around this head flared and pulsed with the squeezing of her hand. \n\n\"Lady,\" He said through slightly ragged gasps of breath. \"I cannot go to prepare your meal while you treat my cock so.\" \n\n\"Then I shall stop, since it seems to displace your duties.\" She said as she slid her hand down his shaft and gave one last soft squeeze to his full and wonderfully shaped bollocks. \"Go now...I'm hungry.\" She laughed and rolled over in the bower, stretching and letting one leg rise up to her belly exposing her rear cleavage and the clef between her legs. He cast long looks at her as he dressed and slipped out of the pavilion to get breakfast started. She lounged a bit longer in the bed before rising and dressing. \n\nBreakfast was soon made, and they ate sitting close to each other while talking about the remainder of the trip and the fair itself. It would take another day and a half to cover the miles yet to go. That left a day at the city before the fair and the tournament started. In quick order the camp was broken down, packed up, and they resumed their trip. They rode at an easy pace, stopping only to water the horses and to eat a light mid day meal. After the storms of the night before the weather was clear and warm. The trail was smooth and well maintained allowing them to make good progress despite their gentle pace. \n\nThe setting sun brought them to a sheltered glen just off the main trail where they would camp for the second night. Here the forest opened up and the dense pines were replaced by the noble Rowan and Oak trees. The late afternoon sun filtered down on the clearing, near by, a small stream chattered away as it wandered through the trees. After picketing the horses down stream from the camp site, they set the pavilion up and gathered wood for the fire. Leaving her to see to the varied small tasks that needed to be attended to, he went to procure some game for their dinner. \n\nShe watched him break out a small bow, string it, gather some arrows and start down the side of the stream. She called to him before he had gone far. \n\n\"My knight...fair well and good luck in your hunt.\" \n\n\"My thanks, Lady...Trust I will be back to you as soon as possible.\" \n\nWhile he was gone she busied herself with making up the bower, cutting arm loads of fresh rushes that grew next to the stream, to lay in the frame and she cover it with a down quilt, and blankets for the evening chill. Moving outside she rolled some rocks together for the fire pit and found two \"Y\" sticks to act as supports for the cooking pots and spits. She also filled the water containers and started the fire to heat the water, for washing and cleaning whatever game he returned with. Looking around she felt a certain pride in her ability to set the camp and make it more relaxed then a war camp, which he was what he was use to. \n\nHe returned after an hour or so, over his shoulder was a brace of rabbits as well as a Pheasant for their dinner. He was both surprised and thankful for her work while he was hunting. \"Lady...Many thanks for you hard work with the camp, you are certainly a resourceful woman, as well as a wonderful bed partner.\" He said before he kissed her long and softly on her open mouth, their tongues meeting and playing, sending sparks up and down her spine. While they kissed her hands slipped down on their own accord to hold his firm male rump, encased in his leather riding pants. She squeezed them and felt them flex in response, she could feel the dents in the sides of his ass cheeks become more pronounced under her hands, and her nipples stiffened as if connected to that feeling. \n\nSlowly and reluctantly they ended their kiss, and stood looking at each other. The feelings between them precluded a smile, it was too basic and consuming to be amusing and in truth...It frightened her. She felt like a moth that is drawn to a flame knowing its peril, yet powerless in its ability to resist. \n\nWith the sun setting they turned to preparing their evening meal, from his hunter's game pouch he produced some wild onions and hard balled potatoes. These he added to the rabbit that he had cleaned and diced for stew, the bird he spitted, whole and he rubbed it with rare eastern spices that he kept in small containers. She watched him reduce the fire to coals for cooking and set the pot on to boil. Moving to him she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder, he responded by reclining his head on hers as they looked into the coals. The sun sent a few parting shafts of light down on them as the shadows grew longer. \n\nTheir dinner was enjoyed with playful conversations and touches. Feeding each other with food from their plates and sharing their wine from a single cup. Hands roamed over accessible body parts, and soft brush of an erect nipple, or a leather restricted cock, brought sighs and soulful kisses to each other. The wine served to warm their already willing bodies and send their heads soaring, and unlike the last night there were no pretenses to allow for. It was simply... a man and a woman in lust. \n\nThe sun was well down and the songs of the woods at night filled the air. Throwing the last of the wood on the fire their faces reflected the light and the heat that it produced. They sat now in silence transfixed by the flames that licked and jumped in the night's dark. She broke away for a moment and stole into the tent to light the tallow candles that she had set about the space. She enhanced her scent with spice oil, dabbing it behind her ears and on the space below her belly button as well as between her pert, upright breasts. She removed her loose riding shift and slid down a tighter fitting sleeping shirt that showed off her curves. Letting the shirt fall down, it came to a point mid thigh and clung to her legs and ass. She went to the tent flap and looked at him still absorbed, and looking at the fire. \n\n\"My Lord, I think it may be time to join me in the shelter and think of being abed, we still have a ways to travel on the morrow.\" His face turned and took in the sight of her standing in the glow of the fire and the back lighting of the candles in the tent which turned the linen sleeping shirt opaque in the light. It showed her legs, full, firm and highlighted the gap at the top of her thighs. \n\n\"As you wish my lady, just let me douse the fire pit area with some water, I would hate to have a fire wake us.\" He arose and poured the remaining water in the pots around the fire pit and pushed the coals into a pile to save the spark for the morning fire. He turned and went to the tent flap, peering in he saw her standing next to the bower; a wild flower was tucked behind her ear and a sly smile that played around her full lips. \n\nHe came to her in a rush of passion, and folded her into his frame. Lifting her up, she molded to his shape with her feet off the ground and her mouth to his. His hands went to hold her ass and brought her closer to him, as her legs circled his hips. She leaned back away from his mouth and his head went to her chest, he burrowed his face in her cleavage, trying to part her sleeping shirt with his teeth to gain access to her breasts and nipples, which judging by their hardness, clearly needed attention. She scrambled to get the shirt off, hampered by it being trapped by his body against hers. Finally it came free and was thrown off into the shadows of the candle light. Naked now, she wrapped around him in lust, abandon and desire. \n\nHe nuzzled her, finding the soft hollow right above her collar bone where it joined her neck, as his mouth fell on it he felt her shiver in response. Turning now he set her down on the edge of the bower and stood up before her. Her hands went to free him from his vestments; she untied the laces that held the front of his leather pants together. Slowly she pulled and loosened them to slip over his hips. Pulling them down to his knees with his under garment his erect cock bobbed up and down when freed from the confinement. She caught it with her mouth and relished in its silky texture as she sucked on it, running her tongue around the ridge of the head. She found his secret place; just under the gland, a small wrinkle of skin that when she licked it his cock jerked, swelled and noises escaped his lips unbidden. \n\nStill filling her mouth with his cock, her hands grasped and fondled his ass cheeks. Squeezing them and pulling them apart she swept a finger down across his anus, pausing there to push against this delicate place. She was startled by his reaction, he pushed against her finger and it slipped into him causing an almost animal noise to escape his lips. \n\n\"Yes...yes...oh...push harder love, push your finger into me.\" He moaned as his legs began to shake. Her finger slid in to him up to her knuckle and she started to flex her finger back and forth. He coached her to bend her finger and find the acorn shaped gland that when fondled provided intense pleasure. She found it and rubbed it through the wall of his anus. She was amazed at how it effected him, he almost lost his ability to stand as his legs trembled and his cock now free of her mouth pulsed and jerked up and down, its head flaring in time to her finger strokes. Holding the finger in him still, she licked the drop of liquid from the tip of his cock, and savored his taste. Her other hand lifted and massaged his heavy sack, stretching them down and between his legs it pulled his cock level with her lips and mouth. Using just the tip of her tongue, she ran it up and down his shaft, tracing its outline with her eyes closed. She moved her finger slowly in and out of his ass hearing him moan in response. She now leaned back just to look at how she had driven him right to the edge of climax. His legs trembled and sheen of sweat covered his body, his eyes were half closed and soft noises escaped his mouth which was half open as he gasped for breath. \n\n\"Are you feeling pleasure My Lord?\" She asked in jest. His only answer was a long drawn out exhaled \"Oh\". A smile crossed her face as she looked at his desire. \"Shall I give you your release Sir Knight?\" She whispered up to him. \"No... I truly think you need a little more milking for your cock and balls.\" She said as she pushed her finger all the way in to his ass and moved it around to the sounds of his moaning. She now swiftly removed her finger from him and he shook as it came free. \"Pray Sir, remove your shirt and the rest of you clothes and place yourself on you hands and knees on the bower, so I may milk you properly.\" \n\nHe quickly deposed of his vestments and knelt on the bed as she requested. Rising up she washed her hands and retrieved a small pot of soft tallow to use as a lubricant. She lied down with her face under his, so she could look into his eyes as she milked him. Taking a scoop of tallow in her hand she spread it on his cock, sliding her hand up and down the length of his shaft. His head hung down close to her face and she could hear his breath and feel it on her. Slowly she ran her hand up and down his cock, stopping at the top to slide her thumb over the crown of his cock head. Her strokes varied from slow to fast as she worked him up to the point of release. When she felt he was at the brink she stopped and let his cock bounce and swing free. While he gasped and wheezed in his desire, as she knelt next to his side. Reaching down between his ass cheeks to grab his balls, pulling them back towards her she formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger at the base of his ball sack, and tugged. He bucked and moaned as she stretched his sack out and with her other hand began to slap them, gently at first and working up in speed and strength of the slaps, as he groaned and jerked in response. Then she would go back to milking his cock with varied strokes and squeezes, building him up to just before his release and then letting his throbbing member hang free, untouched and wanting. \n\nSoon he began to moan in the constant desire to empty his seed, she still kept him close to the edge and started to whisper in his ear asking him how much he needed to come, asking him to beg her to end his desire. Soon he was unashamed of his need and begged her to finish him. Rising from the bed she fetched a warm cloth and having him roll over she cleaned the tallow from his cock. Lying down by his side she positioned herself to not only swallow his cock and seed when he came, but for him to view and fondle her wet and wanting parts as she finished him. Her own desire and excitement were evident by the sheen of wetness that covered her thighs and ass cheeks. \n\nTaking his cock in her mouth she began to slide it all the way in and then out to the very tip, then down to the base. While she did this she felt his fingers softly running up and down the lips of her slit and this feeling spurred her to throat him even faster. It didn't take long to bring him to the point of no return, she felt his body stiffen and a long moan escaped his lips as she cupped his sack and gently squeezed. Then she felt the first massive contraction of his cock, sending a thick jet of semen in her mouth and down her throat. Again and again his member jerked in her mouth, filling her with his thick milk. As fast as she tried to swallow, some leaked out the side of her mouth to drip down on his belly. She continued to suck on it, extracting as much of him as possible. Releasing him from her mouth she started to stroke his cock, forcing the remaining drops of his seed to the tip. She also licked up the drops that had escaped her mouth and pooled on his stomach. Each firm handed stroke forced a thick drop to form on his crown and she gladly tongued it off and continued to force his seed out. First a drop came on each stroke, and then a drop every few strokes as his staff remained hard to her pumping and squeezing. She heard his voice and noises but she was so engrossed in milking him dry for her own pleasure that it was faint and distant to her ears. Still stroking him she used the pad of her thumb on the underside of his shaft to help push the rest of his cum to the tip of his cock. Her tongue licked the opening in his gland and her other hand came up to help, using two fingers she squeezed the head to turn the narrow slit into a round hole and was rewarded by a huge drop forming for her mouth to fall on and taste. Soon she needed three or four strokes to collect a drop and she knew he was dry; she took him in the mouth one last time to savor his feeling and taste before releasing his cock to let it relax. \n\nShe curled up next to him and he covered them both with a blanket, her needs were building but she was content for now with what she had done to his body and the feeling of his release inside her. His hand slid down to hold her ass, as she settled even closer to him as he recovered from his spending. His mouth started to kiss her and it wandered all over. He started on her face leaving small kisses on her nose and eye lids, moving down he found the hollows of her neck and nipped her ear lobes. She had shivers go through her body as he ran his tongue around the inside of her ear as she hoped he would. Kissing her chest he ringed her breasts with his tongue and mouth, crossing them to excite her nipples that stood up needing the attention. He settled on them, sucking them into his mouth and scraping his teeth on them as he released his hold on them. Her nipples grew even harder and her breasts felt like they grew and swelled under his touches. He buried his face in her belly sliding down the line that led to her secret places. He slid his mouth and tongue down to her pubic mound and let his breath tickle the hood that surrounded her clit. \n\nHe was in no hurry to bring her to orgasm since she made him wait for his own release. As he moved down her body she guided him with her hands on ether side of his head. He nuzzled her inner thighs, savoring their firm yet soft touch, she giggled as his close cropped beard tickled her on her sensitive parts. Kneeling up he took one leg in his hand and kissed his way down to her knee, her foot draped over his shoulder as he kissed the back of her knee sending her into shivers of desire of his tongue...and what it would do. \n\nHe place one delicate foot into his hands and ran his tongue up and down the sole, causing her to laugh and twist with the tickling sensation. His mouth began to suck gently on her toes, each in its turn, from the biggest to the little piggy and back again. He traded off between her feet and worked his way back up her other leg to her thigh. Using his hands he slowly pushed her legs apart, and up so that her pubic mons were exposed and wide open to him. He moved her hands from his arms to the back of her knees and had her hold them, up further exposing her. Settling down between her legs he started on her curving ass cheeks, running his tongue up and down them and where they met at her delicate anus which he tongued, driving soft mewing sound from her mouth. \n\nHer nether lip were engorged and open, the hood over her clit was pulled back and exposed the center of her lust, erect and waiting for stimulation. His mouth and tongue needed no direction as he lapped at her, extracting her clear juices that covered his mouth and chin. He avoided direct contact with her clit, only breathing on it but when he did, her ass wiggled and her moans filled his ears. \n\nUp and down he licked her; sometimes he went in circles, or side to side. Then finally he allowed his soft supple tongue to flick over her clit. Electric shocks shot through her as he centered his attention on her button. She pulled her legs even higher on her chest and as wide as possible giving him the most access to her needs as possible. His mouth closed on her clit as his lips sucked and pulled on it, drawing it out even more erect as he mouthed it. Between sucking it and lashing his tongue over and around it she soon felt the climax building in her belly. Ripples of emotion ran up and down her spine and he loved the tremors that shot through her body. Licking his finger he pushed it up against her anus and it slipped in, she whelped and shook, his other fingers found lodging in her moist clef and he slid them in and out as he licked her. Faster he licked as she bounced her ass up and down in time with his finger strokes. Leaving her legs, her hands flew to her breasts and she pulled and pinched her own nipples as her orgasm came closer, and closer. His mouth closed over her clit and he sucked it, driving her over the edge, a slow molten wave of consuming pleasure washed down her spine and centered on her pubic mound then exploded outward through her clit, anus and up to her breasts and nipples and out into the candle lit night. \nHe waited until her waves of climax ebbed away. And then he mounted her. Needing no lubrication his cock slipped easily into her. A steady push sank it up to his balls in one stroke, and he started an easy motion as she settled down to this new sensation. In no hurry, he rocked his hips in a steady beat, letting her ride the feeling. As they whispered sounds in each others ears the speed increased of their lovemaking. Soon she asked for him to drive her harder, and he complied. Rising up on his hands he uncoupled from her and gently flipped her over on her stomach. Knowing what was in store for her, she willingly elevated her sweet ass high in the air, while leaving her head flat on the bed. He took a quick minute to admire the view she presented. Moving behind her he crouched on the balls of his feet and his knees wide, both hands went to steady himself by holding her hips. \n\nHis cock re-sheathed itself in her and in this position went even deeper, judging by her gasp and grabbing the blankets in a death grip. Now he was all the way in her, he rotated his hips in a circular motion, reaching all of her insides. Then he leaned back until just the head remained lodged inside her lips, which were engorged and scarlet as they wrapped around his velvety head. Losing her grip on her senses she abandoned herself to the feeling of his member sliding deep inside her then out to the gates of her fluid vise. She reached one hand back, and as he reached bottom in her, slapped his bollocks as they nestled against her mound. He moaned his approval and quickened his strokes, his hands buried his fingers into the soft flesh above her hip bones, the grip pained her, but in a way it added to her excitement. For it was not that he meant to hurt her. But was the result of him attempting to force as much of him inside her as possible. Soon they were both building to the climax of their passion. The waves of pleasure lifted them and she felt his cock spasm deep inside her, this sparked her own spending. He hunched over her ass as he emptied his seed deep in her, driving her even further into the blankets as his shaft jerked and throbbed. She came against him, flooding his groin with her juices, covering his balls and inner thighs. Slipping to one knee, he disentangled himself and slid beside her as she lowered her rear end, still tingling from her orgasm. \n\nThey lay beside each other, the sweet sheen of sweat drying as their heart rate returned to normal. He reached out and poured them each a glass of wine, which they drank, glad to slake the thirst brought on by making love. They cooled now that the heat of passion turned into the warm afterglow, and the blankets were welcome on their nude bodies. She was propped on one elbow, looking down on his face. Sun wrinkles played around his eyes that were grey flecked with green, his hair was mussed up, as was hers and it hung down to lay on his chest when she moved down to lightly kiss his lips. He looked up into her eyes, smiled a sleepy smile of contentment. The spoke to each other in low voices and playful whispers, about the fair and the tournament that he planned to enter. Through it all the avoided speaking of their plans together once this trip was over, it was simply enough just to be together now."
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"value": "### Title: One Good Morning (Request( by Lukas Kawika\n\n### Tags: Anal, Border Collie, Collar, Domination/Submission, Gay, Knot, Labrador, M/M, Pawing, Punishment\n\n### Characters\n\n**Milo**: A brown-furred Labrador who is deeply in love with his mate, Cooper. He is playful, affectionate, and has a habit of performing intimate acts on Cooper while he sleeps. Milo is submissive and enjoys being dominated by Cooper.\n\n**Cooper**: A beautiful border collie and Milo's mate. He is loving and playful but also enjoys taking a dominant role in their relationship. Cooper is intelligent and knows how to keep Milo in check, often using punishments that both of them enjoy.\n\n### Plot\n\nOn a cold, grey morning, Milo, a brown-furred Labrador, wakes up next to his mate, Cooper, a border collie. The world outside is dull and lifeless, but their bedroom is warm and vibrant, filled with the scent and presence of their love. Milo cherishes the moments he wakes up next to Cooper, taking in his familiar scent and the rhythm of his breaths. Their relationship is at its peak, with every day spent in bliss, isolated from the troubles of the world.\n\nMilo decides to indulge in his habit of pleasuring Cooper while he sleeps, gently manipulating his mate's body to arouse him. He takes his time, savoring every moment and the reactions he elicits from Cooper. After bringing Cooper to climax, Milo heads to the shower, leaving the bathroom door open to entice Cooper to wake up and seek \"revenge.\"\n\nCooper awakens and finds the evidence of Milo's actions. He playfully confronts Milo, who is still in the bathroom, and decides to \"punish\" him for his mischief. The punishment involves Cooper dominating Milo, using a collar and leash to control him. Milo eagerly submits, enjoying the role-play and the intimate acts that follow. The story culminates in a passionate and intense encounter between the two, with Cooper asserting his dominance and Milo happily complying. After their encounter, they express their love for each other, with Milo offering to clean up while Cooper takes a nap."
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"value": "It's a cold morning.\n\nOutside, rain softly patters down over a grey earth; it's not quite cold enough for that rain to turn into silent snow, but still enough so that one's breath seems to almost solidify in the air in front of that person. No leaves remain on the trees; no color remains in anything; no life is present. A grey sky looks down over a grey street bordered by grey sidewalks with brown sticks of trees and bushes, and monochromatic houses.\n\nWell, that's what it's like outside, at least.\n\nInside one of those houses, in a large master bedroom, there's warmth. There's the bright burgundy of painted walls, brown wood furniture, beautiful paintings and pictures; there's the warmth of two bodies underneath several layers of blankets and covers, further lifted by the soft breathing of air in vents from a heater, controlled by a thermostat set to several degrees above what it would have been set to at any other time of year; and there's life - albeit, very sleepy life - here, too. Red curtains, edged and decorated in gold, are drawn over the large window on the other side of the room; a fine and beautiful rug crosses the floor from there to the bed; and, in that bed, a brown-furred labrador pulls himself from the heavy-laden arms of tempting sleep. He yawns, and wipes at his eyes, and wags his tail a little, and then rolls over and buries his muzzle in the warm, warm neckfur of his dear mate. He breathes in that oh-so-familiar scent and smiles to himself. It's a scent that he has loved with all of his heart since the first time he woke up to it in his nose, a scent that he always dreams of and longs for whenever he's away, something that brings his heart unparalleled joy.\n\nThis mate of his is a beautiful border collie named Cooper who he has known for several years. Over the time the two have known each other, their relationship gradually grew and increased until it finally culminated in what it is today. Now, every morning is a good morning, as every night is a good night. Sure, he has a few regrets in his heart about Cooper - who doesn't, when it comes to love and relationships? - but all those he does have are small and insignificant; when it comes to more important things, he has none.\n\nTheir relationship is at its peak: each and every day is one spent in heavenly bliss and rapture. When Milo - this labrador - is with his mate, nobody else in the world exists: it's just the two of them. The actions and events of one day hold no effect or weight on those of the next; the weather is just a pretty backdrop to whatever these two choose to do; and all the troubles and problems of everyone and everything else matter about as much to them as which star in the night sky just died.\n\nWhich isn't very much.\n\nMilo presses his nose into the soft cream fur of Cooper's neck and closes his eyes; the stirring of his tail gently rustles the covers. Against his sensitive black velvet nose, he can easily feel Cooper's smooth, steady breaths and his soft, sleepy pulse. He recalls all of the times he awoke to these sweet rhythms that to him are now as natural as the cycle of the sun in the sky, and thinks about all of the days in the future that he will wake up next to those.\n\nHe lost count every time he tried.\n\nMilo releases another yawn. The pattering of rain on the window, his mate's heartbeat, the hum of their house's heater... everything all ties together to mold this morning into perfection. Cooper's ears flick and one of his legs suddenly gives a kick against Milo's leg; what could he be dreaming about? The labrador places a few soft licks in that patch of fur and smiles to himself - then, he waits for another sign of that dream, and licks his lips.\n\n\"I can give you a good dream,\" he murrs, and rolls Cooper onto his back. He slips down the collie's body and pulls the covers with him; light from the nearby window now shines on a fine nude body. Milo runs his fingers through the patterns of fur, from Cooper's upper to lower chest, and then his belly, his abdomen - the muscles of which stand out against his otherwise mostly-flat fur in semi-hard ridges - and, then, below his belly button... the labrador props his head up on his paw, supported by his elbow resting on the bed, and licks his lips again. He runs one finger over the tip of Cooper's sheath; it softly tugs on the lip when he pulls it past, revealing a glistening pink point of flesh. He keeps on going, pressing down slightly; the pad of that finger traces down over the rest of the collie's sheath - at one point passing over his hidden knot, which urges that pink tip to emerge just a little - and from there, down the ridge of loose furred skin that ran from the bottom of his sheath to his sack. Milo circles his finger around each of the two orbs there and then encloses his whole paw around them; he tugs and squeezes, which pulls the collie's sheath back a little further and shows that much more of his meat.\n\nMilo readjusts his position to be more comfortable and moves his paw back up. He takes the end of Cooper's soft-furred sheath in his thumb and forefinger and pulls it back a little; above him, his mate gives a gentle grunt and lifts his hips. In response to this, Milo moves his paw down to where he can easily feel the hot, hard flesh beneath just-as-hot skin, where the slightest squeeze or stroke would cause Cooper's cock to slide out even further.\n\nSo, that's what he does: he both squeezes and pulls back right there and moves back as Cooper bucks and his cock reveals itself against the fur of his lower belly. Milo tugs again and then moves his paw back up to pull his mate's sheath back beyond his knot, pulsing and twitching. He slides back up next to his body and runs the pad of a single finger down that pink length: he feels the blunted tip, the point of bone underneath; the different webbings of veins along the shaft that would become more visible over time; the swell along his length that dips into a thinner section, and from there, widens back out to fill the curves of his bulbous knot. Cooper is so pretty - especially this part of him; many times before has Milo thought dirty, dirty things about his mate, and also, many times before has he done dirty, dirty things to his dear sexy boyfriend in his sleep. He can't really explain why he did those things, or why he currently is right now also: there's just something indescribably hot about it, about doing such things while the recipient is unaware.\n\nThe labrador wraps two of his fingers around the base of Cooper's cock, around that slim section of meat between his knot and sheath, and tugs upward none to gently. Cooper's hips buck and he whines softly in his sleep; so, Milo does it again, and a third time, and a fourth. Each time, his mate moves again, makes a different noise of pleasure, and empties another spurt of pre out onto the fur of his belly and chest. He keeps that paw there and closes his other around Cooper's glistening shaft, able to feel all the little contours and veins even before he begins to stroke - his thumb and first finger run over his tip and become soaked and slickened by the precum.\n\nHe tugs on Cooper's meat another few times while increasing the speed of his other paw. He can remember one or two times in the past when he woke up on the receiving end of shenanigans like this - but not with just paws - and half-hopes that Cooper would awaken, too, to find his boyfriend tapping the thick sap of raw euphoria out of him. It sure would be nice if that ends up happening, just as it would be nice if it doesn't.\n\nIt's a win-win situation either way.\n\nMilo once more increases his speed, and tilts Cooper's shaft towards his muzzle once the bucks and yips increase, too, in both intensity and frequency, until the collie sucks in a breath and shoots out his hot cum over Milo's dark muzzle, who laps at what he can and pants gently. His own hard cock presses into the warm sheets of the bed, but he ignores that for now; he has to take a shower.\n\nThe air of the room seems much, much colder when he stands up out of the bed: he wraps his arms around himself and head for the bathroom. The chill of late-night winter rains is magnified there in the floor tiles, the cold seeming to hover a few inches away from any surface; Milo quickens his pace to flick on the shower and then stands on the mat near there. He left the door to the bathroom open on purpose - he knows that the noise will wake Cooper up sooner or late, who will then see what was done to him while he slept and then seek revenge on whoever it was that did it.\n\nWell. \"Revenge\".\n\nMilo leans back against the wall, arms still crossed in front of his chest; His still-hard cock stands out against the chocolate fur of his lower belly, a rich tone of red in contrast to his mate's pink, just as slick and veined with past lust and eagerness. It takes all of his willpower not to do anything, what with what he just finished doing; he finds his thumb and forefinger wrapped lightly around his knot, and pulls his paw away.\n\nNo, he tells himself. That belongs to Cooper.\n\nHe steps into the shower and can feel himself instantly relax. The pouring water, this sweetly warm rainfall, massages and soothes his mind and his muscles, as it always does; he knows, though, the he would regret ever getting in once he has to get out. That's the difficulty of cold mornings - along with a million other things, of course, but this is among the greatest. That, and how his fur always dries better if he lets it air-dry, but that would require sitting out - naked - in a cold house on a cold day. If that's what he has to go through to look good for his mate, though, then why not?\n\nThe labrador runs his fingers through his fur and keeps his eyes focused on the open bathroom door for any sign of Cooper. Usually, his plans of things like this went well: it would be somewhat disappointing if his boy woke up only after his shower had been taken.\n\nIf that was to happen, Milo would just have to do something else to him, of course. It only made sense. He runs his paws down his chest, rubbing the soap into his fur; then, once more, his paw reaches his cock, and he stops there. It's so tempting to act on this drooling want in his heart, to tighten that paw and send himself over the edge, because he and his boy will certainly have some time to themselves later - but, what would be the fun in that? He gives himself two slow, deep strokes and then forces himself to pull his paw away. \"Later,\" he murmurs, and goes back to washing his fur. \"Later.\"\n\nAfter a while, he shuts the water off and steps out into the cold air. Cooper is surely awake: while bending over to pick his towel up off the floor, he catches a bit of movement in the bed of the other room through the door. Now, it's just a game of waiting. He turns his back to the open door and bends over to towel off his legs, making sure to lift his tail -\n\n* to help in the air-drying, of course. No other reason.\n\nThis waiting game doesn't last long, for he suddenly feels the shock of a few fingers, warm against the cold air, gently massaging and pressing against his tailhole. He jumps and casts a feigned wary look behind him.\n\n\"Good morning,\" Cooper murrs, and presses in a bit harder with his middle finger. \"You wouldn't believe the dream I had.\"\n\n\"Really.\" Milo straightens up and turns to face his mate. In the middle of his belly, the labrador's erect shaft still makes itself noticed. \"Try me.\"\n\n\"Well... I don't remember much of it, but I do remember a sexy chocolate lab boy who thought I was asleep playing with me.\" The collie cups Milo's sack in his soft-furred paw and gives a light squeeze. \"You know, this is... about the third night in a row that I've had a dream like this...\"\n\nMilo breathes out a sigh undertoned by a faint whine and grits his teeth. His cock twitches against his wet fur. \"Mm...?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Also, each morning after, I awaken to find myself covered in my own cum with the blankets pulled away from me and you in the shower.\" Cooper squeezes again and moves Milo's balls around with his oh-so-warm fingers. \"I'm not complaining or anything, but I'd like to know whether the sexy chocolate lab boy I fall asleep next to is the same one from those dreams.\"\n\n\"What if I am, hmm?\" Milo places a paw in the middle of the light-toned fur of Cooper's chest. It's soft there, and warm, and somewhat crusty... \"What would you do?\"\n\n\"I'd certainly have to punish you.\" From behind his back Cooper pulls out a collar and leash, bunched up in his paw. \"That is, if you really have been doing dirty things to me when you wake up.\"\n\nMilo licks his lips and runs his eyes over the heavy cloth of the collar and leash. Those are two things that he has seen many, many times before. \"Okay. You caught me, babe. I'm sorry - and I accept my full punishment.\"\n\n\"You'd better.\" Cooper slips the collar over his labrador's muzzle and doubles the leash in his paw, shortening its length. He tugs on it; Milo jerks forward. \"Now - get on your knees. You have some cleaning to do.\"\n\nMilo slowly drops to one knee, keeping his eyes focused on Cooper's; then, a paw clamps down on his shoulder and pulls him down. Tight now, Cooper is only a bit aroused: his pink tip peeks out of his sheath, just enough for Milo to faintly smell his aroma of musk, like some expensive spice, when he leans in with his tongue an inch and a half or so out. It's hard to tell where the cum had dried, but that doesn't really matter: he finds the semi-linear spurts by taste and runs his tongue up each one a few times, getting steadily lower on Cooper's belly until he laps up his sheath and tip again and again. There, the taste of dried cum mixes with that of Cooper's natural flavor into something... different and amazing. Milo focuses there, liberally moistening and then soaking his mate's sheath; underneath the caresses of his tongue and lips, he feels Cooper's cock grow and harden - which just spurs him on further.\n\nAbove him, the collie tilts his head back and lets out a smooth sigh. \"Don't get too carried away,\" he murrs, and places a paw on Milo's head. \"This is just the start of your punishment.\"\n\nMilo looks up and flicks his tongue off the cocktip in front of his muzzle. In the midst of all that, he had reached a paw down and closed it around his own eager meat that, by now, had started to drool sticky pre out onto the tile floor. \"I've been a very bad boy.\"\n\n\"You can start by taking that paw of yours off your cock and getting back to work.\"\n\nHe absolutely loves it to no end when his mate talks to him like that. He does as he's told, bringing his paw to his mouth and lapping off whatever juices had soaked into his fur before he turns his attention back to the almost fully-hard colliecock waiting just an inch or so in front of his sensitive nose. His mouth, lips, and tongue are all so much more sensitive to heat and touch than his calloused paws: when he dives down, he feels a thousand more tiny little veins and dips and throbs, and it's absolutely fantastic. The swell of Cooper's knot threatens to stretch his lips wide, and he knows to come back up.\n\n\"You're a good, obedient little bitch, aren't you, baby?\" Cooper scritches behind Milo's ear and tugs none to kindly on his leash, jerking his head forward and pressing the labrador's cheek against his cock. \"Within the next hour, I'll have you filled on both ends with my cum.\"\n\nMilo closes his eyes and opens his mouth wide, paws held close to his chest as any other dog would beg for anything else.\n\n\"No, no, no.\"\n\nHe closes his eyes and looks up at his mate - his master. The taste of that cock is still fresh and rich on his tongue.\n\n\"Turn around.\"\n\nHe does as told, and as soon as his back is turned, a strong paw is placed on his shoulder and bends him over. He knows to raise his hips and rear when this happens, and also swings his tail off to the side; that strong paw traces all the way down the middle of his back, claws digging in ever-so-slightly, and takes its place once more under his tail. The cloth of the leash, with just enough slack as to let it droop, hangs over the labrador's right shoulder. He turns his head back to face his mate, once more wearing that look of false nervousness.\n\nCooper keeps those fingers of his always in motion, either massaging around his pucker, or just so slightly pressing in, or what seems like a hundred other things that feel just as great and that all make him want more, more, more. The collie rests his cock right next to the base of his tail; Milo can feel the moist heat seeping off of it. \"Beg for it.\"\n\nMilo licks his lips again and spreads his legs apart. The motion causes him to lurch backwards against a particularly well-placed finger, which slips about a centimeter and a half inside him and, in turn, makes a gasp rush in through his parted lips. \"No.\"\n\n\"I said beg.\" Cooper pushes that finger in up to the middle joint and curls it up inside Milo; this makes the labrador whine and clench his paws.\n\n\"What's the point?\" Milo intentionally presses back against that finger, and then unintentionally clenches when there's no more to lean back against. \"No matter what I do, you'll - you'll still end up buried inside me.\"\n\nCooper takes the slack out of the leash by pulling on it, which makes Milo have to bend his head back so he doesn't choke. \"I said: beg.\" He quickly pulls his finger out and then shoves it back in.\n\nThe labrador grunts and shoots out a string of pre onto the tile beneath him. \"Please,\" he moans, shaft twitching and throbbing with each heartbeat. \"Please. I'm so horny, hon - I want you inside me. I want you to command me and control me. I want to feel your cum fill me. I want you to tie me.\"\n\nNext to that one finger, another one pushes its way in. He hasn't let up on the leash. \"And, tell me: why should I do any of that?\"\n\nMilo swallows against the collar. \"I've been a bad dog, and I need to be punished.\"\n\n\"I still don't see a good enough reason.\" This new finger forces its way in through tight muscles, wiggling tantalizingly as it does.\n\nMilo has to steady his breathing and focus his mind for a moment before he can manage to speak. Oh God. \"Because... because I need you to fuck me. If you don't, I'll just fuck myself on you in your sleep, like I did two days ago, and we'll have to do this all over again.\"\n\nThe blunt tip of Cooper's hard cock presses in next to those two fingers, which slide out as that shaft slides in; Milo shivers, against his own will, and accidentally bites a hole through the inside of his lip. \"You want me to fuck you so bad?\" The collie wraps the leash around his paw once more, pulling it even tighter. \"I'll fuck you, then. I'll fuck you so hard that you won't want another 'punishment' for quite a while, let alone even be able to take one.\" His saliva-slickened shaft slips in easily past his fingers, the contours of his canid cock always changing how much Milo's tailhole has to stretch to take him. His knot rests against his rim, a formidable obstacle, but one that both of them know will eventually be conquered.\n\nIt sure as hell would take a lot of time and effort, and certainly some lubrication and stretching as well.\n\nEach time Milo reaches to stroke himself, Cooper slaps at his paw and pulls on the leash: while this is a punishment they both enjoy, it's still punishment, and he is quite sure to make that clear. He stays buried to the knot inside his labrador, this big, living, breathing, brown-furred sex toy of his for a while longer before slowly pulling out, past the dip and then swell of his shaft, to just before his tip slides out, and then pushes back in. Milo clenches around him and hears a sharp gasp in response - this happens less and less as Cooper establishes his tempo and as Milo becomes accustomed to his girth and length. Such an intoxicating thing is the labrador's freshly-clean scent faced with the collie's rich musky aroma form so many orgasms without being washed; such an intoxicating thing is the hot flesh sliding in and out of Milo's tailhole, each time leaving another string of sweat or pre or saliva along his insides; such an intoxicating thing is the steadily growing pool of sticky cockdrool beneath the labrador, the scent of which fills his nose.\n\nCooper keeps his paws on his mate's sides as he fucks him, gradually but still noticeably gaining speed. He makes an effort to press his knot against his tailhole a little harder each time, and his efforts don't go unrewarded: he can almost tie Milo once the sound of their sacks slapping against each other can be heard but still doesn't. He can last a bit longer, and knows his labrador can, too, so he holds back on that; however, he still pushes in and pulls out of his no longer quite as tight tailhole with just as much fervor and intensity as if he was just about to empty his load inside him.\n\nHe tilts his head back and lets his mouth hang open, hips working fast and energetically: beneath him, Milo gasps and moans and licks his lips and drools and clenches and everything else. Just a little bit more. Just a little bit more. Just a little bit more.\n\nJust - just - just -\n\nCooper slams in and snarls, knot stretching Milo wide and tying him, as he throbs powerfully and spits his cum out deep inside the labrador. Milo moans and shoots his own seed out over the white tile - and ever had to use his paws. Capital punishment indeed.\n\n\"Mm.\" Cooper bends over him and licks at his neck; Milo tilts his head away and shivers. \"You are forgiven, baby.\"\n\nMilo pants heavily. \"How about you go take a nap, sweetie? I'll get cleaned up...\"\n\nThe collie giggles and kisses where he just licked. \"Love you, sexy.\"\n\n\"I love you too, dear.\""
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"value": "### Title: Goldeneyes Chapter 7 by Brightwing\n\n### Tags: Avian, Eagle, Gender Shifting, Horse, Mild Romance, Mindlink, Other/Herm, Plot Development, Relationships, Stallion, Transformation\n\n### Characters\n\n**Imar**: A black eagle and the high priest of the avian temple. He is deeply spiritual and possesses a profound wisdom that sets him apart. He experiences a significant transformation, becoming the next lord of time, which grants him immense power and responsibility.\n\n**Alicia**: Imar's sister, also a black eagle, who undergoes a divine transformation. She becomes a goddess-like figure with the power to heal and intervene in the natural order. Alicia develops romantic feelings for Jonathan, one of Eleanor's sons.\n\n**Eleanor**: A golden eagle and the matriarch of the Silverstone household. She is a caring and nurturing figure, deeply affected by the events surrounding her family, particularly her sons and grandson Shean.\n\n**Jonathan**: One of Eleanor's sons, a golden eagle who forms a romantic relationship with Alicia. He is supportive and caring, especially toward his brother Ashley.\n\n**Ashley**: Another of Eleanor's sons, a golden eagle who suffers a traumatic accident aboard the Sealift Arctic. He struggles with the emotional aftermath of his near-death experience but finds comfort in his family and the divine intervention of Alicia.\n\n**Shean**: Originally an infant hippogriff, Shean undergoes a magical transformation that allows him to age rapidly and communicate telepathically. He plays a crucial role in comforting Ashley and revealing deep spiritual truths.\n\n**Victoria Steelspere**: A harpy eagle who marries Timothy Buttons. Her parents, Ursula and Ulysses Steelspere, are also significant characters who witness the transformations and miracles within the Silverstone household.\n\n**Timothy Buttons**: A fox who undergoes a transformation to become a harpy eagle, allowing him to marry Victoria. His transformation is a testament to the power of love and the miraculous interventions of Alicia and Genevieve.\n\n**Heron**: The first lord of time, a falcon who passes his mantle to Imar. He is a wise and powerful figure who recognizes Imar's worthiness to succeed him.\n\n### Plot\n\nImar, a black eagle and high priest of the avian temple, mourns the loss of his sister Alicia, believing her to be gone forever. However, Alicia reappears to him in a vision, revealing that she has been transformed into a divine being. Imar is then visited by Heron, the first lord of time, who recognizes Imar's wisdom and offers him the mantle of the lord of time. Imar accepts this responsibility, knowing that it will bind him to his station until death.\n\nMeanwhile, Alicia uses her newfound powers to intervene in the lives of Eleanor's family. She saves Ashley, one of Eleanor's sons, from a fatal accident aboard the Sealift Arctic, healing his severe burns. Ashley struggles with the emotional trauma of his near-death experience, but Alicia's intervention and the support of his family help him cope.\n\nAlicia also facilitates the transformation of Timothy Buttons, a fox, into a harpy eagle, allowing him to marry Victoria Steelspere. This transformation is witnessed by Victoria's parents, Ursula and Ulysses Steelspere, who are initially shocked but ultimately accepting of the miraculous event.\n\nShean, an infant hippogriff, undergoes a magical transformation that allows him to age rapidly and communicate telepathically. He plays a crucial role in comforting Ashley and revealing deep spiritual truths. Shean's transformation also allows him to reunite with his former mother, Eleanor, in a deeply emotional moment.\n\nThroughout these events, Alicia and Jonathan, one of Eleanor's sons, form a romantic relationship. Their love is a testament to the power of divine intervention and the transformative nature of their experiences.\n\nThe story culminates in a wedding ceremony between Timothy and Victoria, witnessed by their families and the divine figures of Alicia and Imar. The ceremony is a celebration of love and the miraculous interventions that have brought them all together.\n\nIn the end, Shean uses his powers to comfort Ashley and help him overcome his fears. The family gathers to witness the hatching of Genevieve's egg, a symbol of new life and hope. The story concludes with a sense of peace and unity among the characters, who have all been deeply affected by the divine interventions and transformations they have witnessed."
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"value": "Goldeneyes Chapter 7\n\nDeep was Imar's anguish as he mourned the loss of his sister. Alicia was no more, and the temple priest cried out in sorrow. Imar retreated to the shady groves surrounding the avian temple, and beneath the sheltering oaks, the black eagle grieved for his sister.\n\n\"Oh, Alicia! I have sent you to your death!\" Imar cried sadly.\n\nImar crumpled to the ground before a great oak tree, and absently traced his fingers over the gnarled roots. Sadly reflecting upon his departed sister.\n\nBut then Imar found that his fingers were around the talons of an eagle. Imar looked up, and found that his sister stood before him. A radiant halo of light surrounded her, and upon her head was a crown of leaves. In Alicia's left hand she bore an hourglass, and in her right was a kingly crown of silver.\n\nImar had a flash of memory, of his young sister Alicia giving the ten year old Imar a novelty for his birthday. An hourglass. Filled with beach sand. And as the young Imar accepted the toy hourglass, he had a sudden vision of this moment in time. Imar had carried this vision, all of his life. Like the lady Alicia's long held vision of landing on the sandy shores of Wake Island, and looking out across the waters to the Sealift Arctic.\n\nImar slowly rose, and Alicia held out the hourglass, filled not with beach sand, but with the shimmering moments of all the days of Land. Her brother took it into his arms, his eyes wide with wonderment. Alicia then placed the silver crown upon his head, and Imar gasped as the edges of the metal sank into his skull.\n\nThe Time Lord's crown merged with the eagle, and Imar was made one with his new station.\n\nImar cried out as he woke from the dream. The mystic looked around his chamber, struggling to catch his breath. Then, there was a soft tapping of claws upon his chamber door. It opened, and his sister entered. In the gloom of the chamber, Alicia's eyes shone like small stars. Upon her head was a laurel of leaves, and Imar was filled with dread.\n\nBut Alicia's face was gentle, and she knelt beside her brother's bed, \"Oh brother! What saddens you so? You have not lost your sister!\"\n\nImar shook his head, not knowing what to say. He simply embraced his sister, and traced his fingers over the laurel of leaves that grew from between the feathers of Alicia's head.\n\n\"There is no loss here.\" Alicia assured her brother. \"I have simply gained a new calling. Genevieve was troubled by her station because she did not want the power. But I have come to new wisdom, and the power does not rule my being.\"\n\nImar hugged his sister, grateful that she was well. But then a cloud passed over his face.\n\n\"Nay, there is a loss.\" He said, \"Very soon, by your reckoning, I shall pass away.\" Alicia bowed her head, \"That... is a sadness that I dread.\"\n\nImar smiled, \"Perhaps as Genevieve sought retirement, there may be another servant of the creator who grows weary from his labors.\"\n\nAlicia smiled, and tapped her finger on her brother's beak. \"Best polish your resume my brother.\"\n\nImar groaned. Truly, his sister was still with him. \"I love you my sister. You are the only family that I have.\"\n\nAnd his sister smiled, \"Very soon,\" she said, \"You will know family everywhere.\"\n\nIn the cheery afternoon light of Eleanor's gallery, her visitors Ursula and Ulysses Steelspere beheld an amazing sight. One that challenged every belief that they held. Or thought they held. Before their eyes, their daughter's fiance was undergoing an astonishing transformation. And when the slender fox had transformed into the towering muscular eagle, Timothy Buttons stepped back, and awaited his future mother and father in law's reaction.\n\nUrsula sat with her mouth agape, and Ulysses' expression was unreadable. The couple sat for a long moment, and then they slowly cast their gaze from Timothy, to their daughter Victoria, and then back to the tall red harpy eagle.\n\nFinally, Ulysses spoke. \"Forgive me,\" he said, \"I need time to collect my thoughts. But I want you to know that I am not repulsed, or frightened by what I have seen.\" Ursula gripped her husband's arm tightly, \"Indeed,\" the mother harpy said, \"I have seen a wondrous feat from you master Timothy. Please tell us, how is this possible?\"\n\nTimothy began to relate the story of their voyage to seek the sorceress Genevieve. And of Alicia the black eagle being gifted with the sorceress' powers. Of Shelton's accidental transformation, and of Timothy's request for the gift.\n\n\"So that I may father children with my love. My lady Victoria.\" Timothy said. The red eagle cast his gaze to his wife to be, and then back to the Steelsperes. \"I wanted you to know about this miracle, as soon as possible. In case you had reservations...\" Timothy said.\n\nHe awaited further thoughts from the parents, but instead of words, Ursula rose and took Timothy into her arms. Ulysses too put his arms around Timothy, and his lady Ursula. Victoria rushed to them, and joined her Timothy in the embrace. Timothy gasped with great emotion, and across the gallery, Catherine Brownfoot was moved to tears. Shelly, still in her eagle form, hugged her Virgil tightly. Shelton as his old equine self nestled his head against his husband Hector's chest.\n\nUrsula stepped back, and took Timothy's face his her hands. She smoothed the feathers of his cheeks, and looked deeply into his large green eyes. \"I'm so happy...\" Ursula said, her voice cracking. And then she hugged her daughter and her future son in law once more. Timothy bowed, \"Thank you...\" he said. Victoria took her future husband's hand, and smiled happily to him. Timothy never imagined such a moment. But here he was. And he was very very happy.\n\nPaul looked to Ulysses, and asked in a chipper note, \"Would you like some brandy?\" And the grey harpy eagle father said \"Yes!\"\n\nPaul rose to fetch his supply of spirits, and Eleanor turned to Shelly and Virgil. \"I spoke with the lady Alicia. She suggested something to me, and I agree with her. I want you to know, that I plan on naming my new daughter Genevieve.\"\n\nShelly was surprised by this, but reflecting upon what the former green mother had done for her, Shelly was very pleased. \"Thank you.\" the blonde eagle said.\n\nEleanor nodded, and suddenly Shelly jerked her head up with a start. \"What is wrong?\" Virgil asked. And Shelly smiled, \"Shean says that he is hungry.\"\n\n\"Ah,\" Eleanor said, let me help you with this. The two women rose, and Eleanor suddenly leapt up into the walkway above. Shelly spread her wings, but was unsure of what to do. Virgil took her hand, and led her up the stairs. \"You have to remember that Eleanor was a gymnast in her youth.\" Virgil said with a smile. \"Avian gymnasts are the strongest of the strong.\"\n\nReaching Shelly's room, Eleanor sat with Shean in her lap. The golden eagle mother had an odd expression on her face, but Shelly realized that she was likely in communication with Shean. The baby's soul retained much of Justin's memory, and Shean was in the bizarre position of being an infant in possession an adult's intellect. Eleanor looked to Shelly, and said \"He says he would not mind me doing the feeding this time.\"\n\nEleanor leaned back, and opened her maw wide. Shean closed his eyes, and parted his own beak. Eleanor leaned over the baby, and forced herself to regurgitate. Shelly could see partially digested food pass into Shean's mouth.\n\nThe child leaned back, smacking his beak together. Shelly had a look of mild disgust on her face, and Shean entered her mind, \"Remember mom, I was an eagle in my past life. I have been through this before.\" Shelly laughed, \"I may have to practice a bit before I can pull that off as smoothy as Mom.\" Shelly said aloud. Eleanor laughed, and Shean cast a thoughtful look to his new eagle mother. \"You look beautiful as an eagle Shelly. I never would have imagined that my eyes would once again be worn by an eagle.\" A croak came from Shelly's throat, and she clasped her hand to her breast. Shean's eyes widened, \"I did not mean to make you sad momma!\"\n\n\"It's okay...\" Shelly said. Eleanor looked to Shelly, and then down to Shean. The baby looked up to the golden eagle mother, and softly peeped. \"Oh, you won't be scoring points that easily mister!\" Eleanor cawed happily.\n\nOn board the Sealift Arctic, the ship was preparing a work up for their next cruise. Winter was the busy season for the crew. The Sealift Arctic was, as it's name implied, an Arctic supply ship.\n\nFirst Mate Janus Daniels made his was down the ship's main passageway, looking for one of his eagle stewards. Sighting one of the golden eagles, Janus called to him, \"Jonathan, could I get a hand?\"\n\nBut the eagle blinked to him, \"I am Ashley. Did you need Jonathan?\" Janus shook his head, \"Just need someone to help in the galley, are you currently tasked?\" Ashley smiled, \"I can help out!\"\n\nThe two made their way to the galley, and Janus set Ashley to work cutting potatoes to fry. The crew loved fresh fried potatoes, and Janus tried to make then whenever possible.\n\nAshley began to toss the potatoes into the frier basket, and set them into the grease. But the eagle dropped potatoes which were soaking wet, and a violent reaction occurred when the basket hit the grease. Flames shot high into the air, and Ashley screamed loudly. He looked around quickly for a fire extinguisher, but saw the bucket of water which the potatoes had been soaking. Ashley was not a knowledgeable cook, and so made the fatal error of grasping the water, and throwing it on the grease fire.\n\nThick oily flames splashed the young eagle, and Eleanor's middle son burst into raging flames. The eagle screamed in agony, and writhed upon the galley floor. Janus finally reached him, and threw a blanket over the dying eagle.\n\nAshley's feathers were melted to his flesh, and most of his beak was destroyed. \"Momma...\" the young eagle gasped, \"momma...\"\n\nAshley began to convulse, and Janus screamed for help. Suddenly the room was lit by a blazing light, and from nowhere the tall black eagle Alicia appeared. She shoved the head steward aside, and put her hands on Ashley's ruined chest. Electricity leapt from Alicia's hands, and Ashley's eyes went wide as a great power flooded into him. Bright bolts of electricity licked the stricken eagle, and his body became restored where the lightning touched him.\n\nSoon Ashley was completely healed, at least physically, and Alicia took the young eagle into her arms. Ashley was heavily sobbing in the way that eagles cry. \"Momma!\" he gasped again.\n\nCaptain McGinn stormed into the galley, followed by many more crewmen in firefighting gear. \"Who the devil are you?\" McGinn cried, seeing Alicia in the galley. Janus waved to the Captain, \"She's a friend.\"\n\nAshley looked into Alicia's shining eyes, \"Please... take me home.\" he said. And as Jonathan made his way into the galley, Alicia beckoned to him. The black eagle then looked to Janus, and the mink nodded to her.\n\n\"Take them home, I'll explain to the Captain.\" he said. Alicia smiled to Janus, and in a flash the black eagle disappeared with the two young golden eagles.\n\nMcGinn gasped aloud, and many of the other crewmen murmured to themselves, remembering Alicia's past miracles. \"The boy was horribly burned,\" Janus told the Captain, \"The eagle saved him.\"\n\nMcGinn shook his head, not comprehending, but the other crew members began to relate the events of the previous weeks to him.\n\nVictoria's parents sat in Eleanor's gallery, riveted to their daughter's tale of the battle with the tuskin beasts. Benjamin joined her, telling the proud harpy eagle parents how bravely their daughter had fought, and how fearsome she had been. Ursula smiled to her Victoria, and Eleanor shook her head, trying to imagine her own sons in such a pitched battle. \"Well, perhaps my brave young Marine...\" Eleanor thought to herself.\n\nJust then there was a bright flash of blue light from outside. And the startled company looked out of the main window to the black eagle Alicia, carrying Ashley in her arms. Jonathan was with her, and the three made their way inside. Eleanor rushed to her sons, and Ashley frantically called to her, \"Momma!!\"\n\nEleanor cried out as she threw her arms around her sons. \"What has happened?\" Eleanor asked. Paul rushed from the kitchen area, a great concern on his face. Alicia stood, and to Eleanor and Paul she projected an image of Ashley being mortally wounded in the fire. But the black eagle spared Eleanor the horrible details of Ashley's injuries.\n\nEleanor cried out in horror at the thought of another of her sons nearly dying. She hugged Ashley tightly, as the boy was racked with weeping gasps. Paul sank to his knees, and put his arms around Ashley, \"I'm so sorry...\" Paul said as he shut his eyes tightly. He had nearly caused the death of another of Eleanor's sons. \"So sorry...\" Paul whispered again. But in that moment Ashley put his arm around his stepfather's neck, and hugged him tightly. \"I'm okay.\" Ashley said, trying to compose himself. \"Please don't be upset.\" the young eagle said again.\n\nEleanor cupped Ashley's face in her hands, and carefully examined him. The image of Alicia's vision replayed in her mind. Of Ashley on fire. Of him screaming in agony, and calling for his mother. Eleanor held her Ashley close, and looked to Alicia, \"Thank you...\" she said. Alicia bowed, \"I missed your company, and I was looking in on my friends, to see how you are faring. And I saw the accident. I came as quickly as I could.\"\n\nJonathan put his arms around Alicia. \"Thank you. Thank you.\" he said softly. Alicia embraced the young golden eagle, and Jonathan felt the odd warmth of Alicia's body radiate through him. Jonathan suddenly felt deep romantic stirrings for the goddess, and Alicia was very flattered by his desire. She knelt down, and put her beak beside his, an avian way of kissing one another. Jonathan's heart soared.\n\nThe family settled down, and Eleanor, in the throes of great motherly nurture, picked Ashley up. With impressive strength, she carried him up to his room. Shelton smiled, and winked to the embarrassed young eagle as he was carried away.\n\nAlicia felt that she should depart, but as she stood next to Jonathan, she was unable to move. She looked down to the young golden eagle, and he looked to her. Alicia had never felt romantic urges for anyone. But there was something about her new state that made these feelings come to her. Taking seed within her being, and blooming forth with desire.\n\nSuddenly the room was lit with a pale blue light, and Alicia looked to the vision of a small falcon who bore a silver crown upon his head. Alicia looked to the other members of the company, and they seemed oblivious to the falcon's presence. \"I wish to speak to you.\" the first lord of time said to the green mother.\n\n\"I must take my leave Jonathan, I shall see you again soon.\" Alicia said warmly to Jonathan, and Jonathan's heart soared as he felt Alicia's desire to be with him. \"Farewell my friends, I shall see you again soon.\" the black eagle said. And with a flash, she disappeared. Shelton and Hector were struck by how warm Alicia had seemed. Quite out of character for the usually stoic, and logical temple priestess.\n\nInvisible to the family around them, Alicia stood with Heron, the lord of time. Alicia sensed that the lord of time was displeased with Alicia's interference in healing Ashley, and of her creating shapeshifters.\n\nBut Alicia arose in great might before the time lord, and in a loud and commanding voice she said to him \"I have not made these decisions lightly, and it is my will that they be done. There shall be no discussion in this matter.\"\n\nThe time lord was shocked by the black eagle's display, and he meekly bowed to the goddess, \"It is not my intension to displease the mother of nature.\" Heron said. Alicia looked intently upon him, and then she smiled. \"I apologize for disrupting the flow of time with my actions regarding the young Ashley Brightwing. But as the time lord, you have the power to make repairs to the continuum.\"\n\nHeron bowed, \"Indeed,\" he said. \"I merely sought explanation for your actions. But I see that the mother of nature has personal reasons for her interference in the natural order...\" Heron's voice trailed off as he saw the fearsome menace that radiated from Alicia. The golden light shining from Alicia's eyes had turned to a deep red, and she flexed her talons with great anger. \"Forgive me,\" Heron said, \"I meant no disrespect.\"\n\nAlicia stilled her anger. \"You must also forgive me, there are so many new emotions within me, emotions that I have never before felt. I feel as if I have become a stranger within my own body.\" And Heron nodded, \"You speak some measure of truth.\" he said gently.\n\nHeron then drew near to her, \"I have watched your brother Imar. I think very highly of him. He has great wisdom, and I could think of no more worthy a successor for my office. Tell him that if he wishes to confer with me, that I should like to meet with him.\" Alicia was surprised, and she bowed to the time lord. \"Thank you...\" she said softly.\n\nHeron departed, and Alicia stood for a long moment in Eleanor's gallery. Invisible to all of the family, save one. At the far and of the gallery, Shean Proudfoot sat upon a sofa. Looking to the black eagle. Apparently witnessing the entire conversation. Alicia realized that Shean was more than a mere soul with a window to the spirit world. The black eagle crossed the gallery and bowed to him, \"Your family will benefit from your skill Master Proudfoot. Indeed, I sense your brother Ashley will have great need of your mastery of dreams.\" Alicia said to Shean. \"Perhaps there is a gift I could impart to you. For I see an adult's intellect trapped within an infant's body.\" Alicia reached out, and touched Shean's small head.\n\nAnd Shelly, seated near her son, suddenly saw a bright blue flash come from Shean. The infant let out a loud squeak, and suddenly, his body began to grow. The household looked over to Shean with wide eyed surprise as the infant seemed to age before their eyes. Years of growth passing in the space of only a moment, until at last Shean was the age of Justin when he had passed. That being nineteen years. Shelly looked to her son, her hands over her beak.\n\nAnd Alicia, still invisible to all except Shean said to him, \"Your years are not lost to you. To the natural flow of time you are still only four days old. You may now move your physical body through your years, as you do in your dreams.\" Alicia said. Shean looked over to his mother, and he struggled to speak. Eleanor came down the steps and beheld the newly adult Hippogriff. Ulysses Steelspere stood up, confusion upon his face. Ursula looked to her daughter, and Victoria smiled to her, \"We are... a strange family.\" Victoria said with a smile. Ursula laughed, and Ulysses shook his head. \"Indeed.\" he said.\n\nDeep within the avian temple, Imar the black eagle sat within his study. Pouring over old tomes, carefully studying the mysticism surrounding the incarnations of nature. The living animals, tasked with maintaining the harmony of the creator's world. Imar had just finished reading a scroll regarding the incarnation of nature, and now began reading an account of the three time lords. The lord of the past, of the present, and the lord of the future. These three animals were forever separated by their office, yet were intimately connected through their work. Seamlessly bringing the flow of time from one moment to the next.\n\nGreatest of these lords was the lord of the present. The first lord of time. The second time lord was of the future, and the third being the keeper of the past. Imar was amazed that he had not the wisdom to see Genevieve for what she truly was. But the lioness had carefully masked her power. And the temple mystics had falsely believed that the incarnation of nature had not yet arisen from the long slumber following the cataclysm, when the fiery mountain had devastated the surface of Land.\n\nImar was startled by a bright flash of light coming from the passageway outside his chamber. Talons then clicked upon the stone floor, and his sister Alicia came to him. Her expression was bright, and jovial. Imar had never before seen his sister so jolly. And he stared in wonder at her broad smile. \"I bring tidings my brother!\" Alicia sang in a bright voice, \"My brother, the next lord of time!\"\n\nImar was startled, and Alicia sat down near him. \"Indeed! Heron, the first lord of time has conferred with me. He speaks highly of you, and seeks an audience with you.\" Imar's eyes went wide, and he smiled to his sister.\n\nBut then Alicia's face grew stern. \"But beware, if you accept this position, the only respite is death. You will be bound by your station.\" Alicia then softened, \"But together, we may live happily together as we carry out our duties.\"\n\nAlicia then smiled to herself, her expression seemed far away. And Imar recognized the gaze. He had seen it before on the faces of those who had fallen in love. Imar was momentarily alarmed that his sister might have romantic feelings toward him. But then he saw beyond, and realized that it was another that Alicia thought of. \"What is his name?\" Imar asked.\n\n\"Jonathan, the young son of the lady Eleanor.\" Alicia said. \"I do not know what stirs me so. But I sensed such feelings of love and desire in the heart of the lady Genevieve.\" Alicia said thoughtfully.\n\nImar smiled, and Alicia looked sheepish. \"I do not know what to do.\" she said. \"Do what feels right.\" Imar said. \"For that is ultimately the correct course to take.\" Alicia nodded, and took her brother's hand. \"Farewell,\" she said, \"For the next time I look upon you, you will no longer be Imar Majoris, high priest of the avian temple.\" Imar's beak parted thoughtfully, and Alicia gripped his hand tightly. \"I love you my brother.\" Alicia said warmly.\n\nAnd with that, she disappeared in a flash. Imar's eyes were momentarily dazzled, but as he recovered his vision, there was another in the room with him. A falcon, from whom shone a pale white light. The falcon carried a staff of silver, and upon his head sparkled a kingly crown. Imar bowed to the time lord, \"Greetings, please... welcome to my home.\" Imar said.\n\nEvening time was coming, and the Silverstone home was settling down to bed. Shean Proudfoot had one of Shelton's jackets tied around his waist. Preserving his modesty, until suitable clothing could be purchased for him.\n\nVirgil hugged him tightly, and lamented that he would miss holding his infant son. Shean reflected upon this, and in his mind's eye, he envisioned himself as an infant once more. And there, before his startled parent's eyes, Shean reverted back to his infant state. \"Okay, that's interesting.\" Virgil said. Shean let out an amused squeak, and Shelly put her hand on her son's head. \"You're in it now mister, going back to being a baby won't get you out of the household chores!\"\n\nHector and Shelton settled down in their chamber, and as his equine self, Shelton brushed his lips over Hector's bare belly. His eagle cooed, and patted Shelton's face as the pony pleasured his husband.\n\nAcross the home, Jonathan visited his brother Ashley. Ashley smiled weakly to his brother, and Jonathan hugged him tightly. \"I'm so sorry Jon.\" Ashley said. \"For what?\" Jonathan asked, smoothing his brother's feathers.\n\n\"I was so stupid, doing what I did in that galley. Pouring water on a grease fire.\" But Jonathan gripped his brother by his shoulders, and gently shook him. \"So just remember not to do that again when we get back to the ship!\"\n\nBut Ashley looked away. \"I'm never going back to the ship. I want to stay with Mom, I never want to hurt her again.\" Jonathan took Ashley's beak in his hand, and forced his brother to look at him. \"The accident has only just happened. Give it some time, and then see if you want to go back. You can't stay with Mom forever you know.\" Jonathan said as gently as he could.\n\nAshley hugged his brother tightly, \"I love you Jon.\" Ashley said. \"When I was laying on that floor... dying... all I could think about was you and mom.\" Jonathan's throat choked up, and he hugged his brother again. \"I love you too Ash. You silly bird.\"\n\nJonathan bid his brother goodnight, and then made his way back to his temporary room. Jonathan's chamber had been given to Mister and Misses Steelspere while they are visiting, since at the time the boys had been away on the ship.\n\nJonathan now chose to sleep in a large storage room across from the kitchen. As Jonathan made his way into the kitchen, he found the black eagle Alicia there. \"Hello Jonathan.\" Alicia said, nervously smoothing her feathers. \"I wanted to see you again, I hope...\" But Alicia was interrupted by the young golden eagle hugging her tightly. Alicia put her arms around him, and held him for a very long moment.\n\nBack within Imar's chamber, the black eagle enjoyed a stimulating conversation with lord Heron. The time lord was impressed with Imar's wisdom, and eloquence. \"I can think of no greater successor.\" Heron said to Imar. Then the time lord bowed his head. \"Imar, please know that once you hold an office of an incarnation of nature, you can never again be reborn into the world. After death, you shall travel to the creator, and there you will dwell with him. Such is my fate.\"\n\nImar looked very thoughtful. And Heron looked deeply into Imar's eyes, \"You shall never know another birth, if you take unto yourself this office.\" Imar looked across his chamber to the small hourglass that his sister had gifted to him, all those years ago. It was a treasured possession to Imar, and it was a fitting portense to his future path. Imar was born for this position, and the black eagle was ready. \"I accept.\" Imar said.\n\nThe falcon rose, and held out his silver staff. The staff became an hourglass, and the time lord spoke an ancient hymn, \"From the tome the word is spoken, that a crown of a servant of the creator can only be removed when a worthy successor comes forth.\"\n\nHeron grasped his crown, and took it from his brow. The falcon closed his eyes, and a great relief crossed his face. He drew near to Imar, and looked up to the towering eagle. \"You best kneel down son, you are quite tall.\"\n\nImar smiled, happy for the weight of this moment being lightened by the humor.\n\nImar knelt, and Heron placed his crown upon Imar's head. The metal painlessly merged with Imar's flesh, becoming one with the black eagle. Heron then presented his hourglass to Imar, and the black eagle took it into his arms.\n\nThe falcon then slowly lowered himself to the cool stone floor. \"Thank you.\" Heron said softly. And Imar's vision was momentarily blinded by an intense light as the power of the creator flooded into him. Filling his being with the strength to endure his new office.\n\nWhen at last Imar's vision returned to him, he saw Heron's spirit alight from his body, and travel across the veil to the waiting arms of his creator. \"Farewell...\" Imar said softly.\n\nSometime after midnight, in the stillness of the Silverstone home, the young Elizabeth Brownfoot heard a voice cry out in fear. The badger gently rose from her parent's bed, and went across the hall to Ashley's chamber. She heard the eagle stirring, in the grips of a fearful nightmare.\n\n\"Momma...\" Ashley cried in his sleep. Elizabeth padded to Ashley's bed, and climbed onto the large cushion with him. \"Shh,\" Elizabeth said, doing her best to mimmic Eleanor's voice, \"It's okay sweetheart, Mommy's here.\"\n\nAshley settled down, and murmured softly as he drifted back into a restful slumber. Elizabeth snuggled against Ashley's soft feathers and she too drifted back to sleep. Downstairs, in the storage room, Alicia held Jonathan in her arms.\n\nThe golden eagle pressed himself tightly against Alicia's magnificent form. And the black eagle slowly ran her fingers up and down Jonathan's thigh. Jonathan burned hotly with desire. He had never before been with anyone. And to be here with Alicia was overwhelming to him. He wished to become erect, but his manhood was paralyzed with nervousness.\n\nAlicia sensed his desire, and she gently cupped her large hand between his legs. Jonathan's eyes went wide as his serpentine penis began to extend from his body, into Alicia's waiting hand. The black eagle gently guided his tip between her legs, and Jonathan felt himself penetrate Alicia's folds. Alicia also relished this moment. She too had never been touched by another, and the two eagles lost their virginity to one another as Jonathan's penis slowly penetrated deeply into the lady Alicia.\n\nAlicia let out a long breath as Jonathan hilted himself. Moving on instinct, the young man began to make slow circles with his hips. Thrusting into Alicia as his breath came in deep gasps. Alicia rolled onto her back, and spread her legs wide. Jonathan relished the awesome physique of the back eagle as he mated her. Alicia felt the thrumming waves of orgasm coming over her, and she threw her head back and urged Jonathan to thrust harder. The golden eagle complied, as he felt his own release building between his legs.\n\nAlicia put her long arms around his neck, and drew his face to hers. She breathed into his mouth as he mated her, and Jonathan savored the sweetness of her breath. \"Yes...\" Alicia gasped, \"Yes.\"\n\nJonathan felt Alicia clamp hard around his member as she climaxed, and instantly, he came inside the black eagle. Jonathan threw his head back, and cried out as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed him. From upstairs, Ulysses Steelspere heard the young eagle's cries of passion. And beside him, his wife Ursula gave a soft chuckle. \"It gets frisky around here.\" Ulysses said to his wife. \"Indeed.\" Ursula said with a smile. And with that, the father harpy eagle put his hips to his wife's shapely bottom, and mated her with a newfound youthful lust.\n\nThe next morning, Eleanor made her way across the ornate walkway to her son's room. Looking in on Ashley, she saw him sleeping peacefully with the young Elizabeth. The mother eagle smiled, and then vaulted over the railing to the gallery below. She made her way to the kitchen to prepare her day, and there she found Alicia and Jonathan seated at the table. Jonathan waved to his mother, and Alicia smiled warmly. Eleanor raised a brow ridge, and gave her son a knowing smile.\n\n\"Did you have a restful night?\" Eleanor asked her son, and Jonathan smiled sheepishly. \"We did indeed.\" Alicia said. And Jonathan did his best to hide himself under the table. But Eleanor put her arms around both of the eagles. \"I am glad.\" Eleanor said, and looking deeply into Alicia's eyes, she said softly \"Thank you for saving my son.\"\n\nAlicia put her large face against Eleanor's breast, \"His loss would have been felt by us all. I could not withstand such a sadness.\"\n\nEleanor hugged Alicia's large head. Inhaling deeply the sweet scent of the laurel of leaves that crowed the goddess' head. \"Ah,\" Alicia said suddenly, \"My brother draws near.\"\n\nJust then the doorbell chimed, and Eleanor went to answer. Jonathan and Alicia rose, and followed. Eleanor opened the large door, and there stood Imar, the black eagle. His shining silver crown dazzled Eleanor's eyes, and his long silver staff sparkled with a strange inner radiance.\n\nAlicia smiled to her brother, and Imar bowed to her. Imar slowly made his way into the home, and from above Ulysses was just emerging from his chamber. Looking down, he caught sight of Imar's majesty. His eyes went wide, and he retreated back into the chamber. \"This is truly an interesting household.\" Ulysses said to his wife. And Ursula smiled, \"Isn't it wonderful?\"\n\nThe next day, all assembled in the garden, and Ursula stood with her husband Ulysses. The mother of nature stood with them, and Alicia smiled warmly to their daughter Victoria. Victoria's eyes shimmered with great emotion, and she held her parent's hands tightly as she waited for Timothy.\n\nFrom the house, Benjamin and Catherine Brownfoot emerged with their adopted son. For the ceremony, Timothy chose to wear is natural reynard form. Alicia stood before the party, and smiled to the fox as his parents led him to the altar. \"We present our son Timothy Buttons, to enter into matrimony with his beloved.\" the proud badgers said.\n\nThe eagles Ursula and Ulysses took their daughter's hand, and led her to Timothy's side. Hugging her, they said with great emotion \"We present our daughter Victoria Steelspere to enter into matrimony with her beloved.\"\n\nAlicia took the young couple's hands, and placed them together. A brilliant golden light came from the goddess, and in a loud voice that sounded like a thousand trumpets Alicia cried \"Rejoice! For thou art now married!\"\n\nTimothy was moved to tears, and he threw his arms around his eagle. Victoria closed her wings around her new husband. She sighed happily, and rested her chin on her fox's head. \"I love you, Misses Victoria Buttons.\" Timothy said through tears of joy.\n\nAlicia made her way through the happy crowd. She smiled at Sherry and Hector as they hugged and congratulated Mister and Misses Buttons. Priscilla and Joshua Morningside warmly embraced their daughter in law Shelly in her new eagle form, and they marveled at their grandson Shean, magically transformed into a young adult.\n\nThe black eagle Imar found the lady Eleanor looking to her grandson Shean. Reflecting that he had once been her Justin. \"I once told you,\" Imar said to Eleanor, and the mother eagle suddenly looked to the time lord, \"I once told you not to hope to find your son.\" Imar said, \"But as you look across your garden, behold, you have found your son.\"\n\nEleanor smiled, and Imar put his arms around the golden lady.\n\n\"Do not withhold your love lady Eleanor, go to your grandson. Rejoice that the creator, through his mercy, has restored your Justin to you.\"\n\nEleanor hugged Imar tightly. Alicia drew near, hand in hand with Jonathan. Ashley smiled to them, and then looked to the towering Imar. He wished that he could take the black lord's hand in his. Ashley was surprised at his feelings, he never really felt that he was homosexual, until this moment.\n\nImar turned to Ashley, and he did reach out and take the young man's hand. Ashley was very surprised, and shyly lowered his eyes. But Imar cupped the young eagle's beak in his hand, and brought Ashley's eyes up to meet his.\n\n\"Have faith Ashley, you will find your perfect mate.\" Imar said, and hugged the young eagle. Ashley felt the strange coolness of Imar's body. He remembered the radiant warmth of Alicia's body when she had carried him. But Imar seemed very cool, almost like stone. Or metal. \"Thank you.\" Ashley softly peeped.\n\nThat night, Shean walked the Silverstone home. He looked to the large wall of photos, and saw the photographs of Justin. Reaching out, Shean touched the photo of Justin proudly wearing his freshly presented Marine sash.\n\nTracing his fingers over the photographs, his claws came to rest on a photograph of Eleanor holding Justin when he was a small baby. Shean opened his mouth, and struggled to speak. And in that moment, he found his voice, \"Mother.\"\n\nLooking to the walkway above, Shean made his way upstairs. Passing Ashley's room, Shean looked in. Ashley sat on the edge of his bed, his hands between his knees. The young eagle looked up, and he smiled to Shean.\n\nThe hippogriff made his way into the room, and sat down beside Ashley. \"Hello Ash.\" Shean said in Justin's voice. Ashley's eyes widened upon hearing the voice, and Shean put his arms around his brother. \"Tonight, you will sleep soundly. There will be no nightmares of the fire this night.\" Shean said, holding his brother close.\n\nAshley slipped his arms around Shean, and sighed. Shean touched his beak to Ashley's and then rose to take his leave. But Ashley called after him. \"Justy...\" Ashley said softly, \"When I was burned, I felt what it was like to be dying. It was so scary.\"\n\nShean smiled, and cupped Ashley's face in his hands. \"I know.\" Shean said, \"But should the dreams of the fire come upon you, then I will be there to comfort you.\" Shean hugged his brother once more, and then bid Ashley goodnight.\n\nIn Eleanor's chamber, Paul lay on the large bed, reading a romance novel. The happy couple had found that reenacting scenes from their favorite books was stimulating role play. And Eleanor relished the fun sex that they had.\n\nJust then there was a soft tapping of claws on their archway, and Shean peeked inside. \"Ah, Shean...\" Paul said, beckoning the hippogriff to him. Eleanor emerged from the bathroom, and smiled when she saw Shean. \"Hi Mom.\" Shean said in a voice that Eleanor recognized as her Justin's.\n\nThe mother eagle dropped the book that she was holding, as Imar's words echoed in her mind. \"Rejoice, the creator has restored your Justin to you.\"\n\nEleanor took a step toward Shean, and from the edges of Shean's sky blue eyes, tears began to well up. Something that would be impossible for an ordinary eagle's eyes. \"Mom...\" Shean said again, and he held out his arms to his former mother. Eleanor rushed to him, and threw her arms around her grandson. \"Oh baby...\" Eleanor said softly.\n\nShean softly wept as Eleanor held him close. His equine ears swiveled atop his eagle head, and Paul watched the two with gentle concern. He could not fathom what it would be like to lose a child, and then be reunited with them in such a way. But he was happy that through this miracle, Justin could return to his mother in the form of Shean Proudfoot.\n\nJust then, there was a soft peep. Eleanor's feathers stood on end, and Paul quickly looked to the corner of their room where Genevieve's egg sat. A peep was heard once more, and Paul thought he saw the egg move.\n\nShean wiped the tears from his eyes, and dashed to the walkway outside. \"Mother's egg is hatching! Come and see!\"\n\nQuickly, the members of the household poured into the room. Elizabeth struggled to look past the large eagles, but Virgil took the young badger in his arms, and set her down right next to Genevieve's egg. The peep from within the egg became stronger, and a crack appeared down the length of the egg. Elizabeth's eyes widened, and Eleanor was overwhelmed. The mother eagle softly gasped as her new daughter emerged from her egg.\n\nPaul held his wife close, and together they smiled down upon their new daughter.\n\nThat night, Shean made his way into Eleanor's gallery, and settled down upon the large sofa. He slowly drifted off to sleep, and as always, Shean appeared amongst the darken groves of the creator's forest.\n\nShean rose, and made his way to the great reflective pool. He sensed his brother Ashley was in the throes of a terrible nightmare, and Shean went into the troubled eagle's dream.\n\nIn Ashley's nightmare, he stood before the ship's oil friers. The grease was scalding hot, and it roiled high into the air. Ashley loaded the frier basket with the wet potatoes, and prepared to relive his terrible injury of that day.\n\nBut Shean reached out, and turned the boiling oil into cool water. And as Ashley dumped the basket into the frier, nothing happened. Ashley braced his arms upon the frier, and frantically looked around. \"Come on!\" he cried.\n\nShean took Ashley into his arms, but the young eagle struggled in the hippogriff's embrace. \"No!!\" Ashley cried, \"I'm supposed to burn!\" Ashley struggled to break free of Shean's grip, but the hippogriff held him with an immense strength that came not from his muscles.\n\n\"Ashley...\" Shean said softly, \"There is no fire. You are healed. You are safe.\" Ashley moaned, and slowly, Shean eased his brother's dream self onto the galley floor. Shean smoothed the golden eagle's feathers, and smiled gently to him.\n\n\"Ashley, I know you suffered a terrible trauma. And I know you are haunted by the darkness that you saw.\" Ashley looked wide eyed at the hippogriff, \"The darkness!\" he cried, \"I never want to feel that darkness again!\"\n\nBut Shean gently hugged his brother, \"No Ashley, the darkness is nothing to fear. Can I show you? May I take you to the place that you glimpsed?\" Ashley looked very fearful, but he nodded to Shean.\n\nAnd the image of the galley slowly darkened, and the ceiling supports of the Sealift Arctic's galley grew tall, and became beautiful tree trunks. The two boys were now in the midst of a darken forest. A pale white moon shone overhead, and brilliant shining stars glinted beyond. Shean gestured to the deep dark sky above them, \"This is the place that you glimpsed Ashley. This is the place that your spirit was preparing to cross over to.\"\n\nAshley looked up into the dazzling firmament, \"Where are we?\" he asked softly.\n\n\"I'm not sure,\" Shean said. \"But I think this is the mind of the creator. We are inside of the creator Ashley.\"\n\nThe two sat for a long long time. Gazing out beyond the forest to the darken sea beyond. The moon lit a great shimmering shaft of silver upon the waters. \"Do you see the ship?\" Shean asked, and Ashley softly gasped, \"Yes.\"\n\n\"That is the servant of the waters. When we finally do pass from life, we shall meet the mariner, and he will carry us across the waters to the veil.\" Ashley shook his head, not understanding, but very much at peace now.\n\n\"I'm not afraid anymore.\" Ashley said, and hugged Shean tightly. Shean closed his eyes, and returned Ashley to his own dream of the Sealift Arctic. But the vision of the ship's galley became Eleanor's garden. Shean leaned back in the cool grass, and smiled. \"Now that's better.\" the hippogriff said. Ashley looked back, and smiled to Shean.\n\nThen, Ashley conjured an image of Imar the black eagle. Ashley went to his dream man, and put his arms around the towering eagle. Shean sat and watched the two, but then the hippogriff covered his eyes in embarrassment, \"Oh, well... let me leave you two alone.\"\n\nby Chris Sawyer"
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"value": "### Title: House of Mei Pt. 01\n\n### Tags: white male, korean female, college, loss of virginity, coming out of closet, jealousy, sisters, small town, missouri, louisiana, romance\n\n### Characters\n\n**Jimmy Bergeron**: The protagonist of the story, Jimmy is a college student who has experienced bullying in high school but finds confidence and success in college. He is knowledgeable in Tae Kwon Do and speaks some Korean. He is romantically involved with both Nina Kahlick and Mei Lon Soo.\n\n**Donna Bergeron**: Jimmy's older sister who raised him after their mother left. She has a complex relationship with their father, Earl, and reveals that Earl sexually abused her.\n\n**Earl Bergeron**: Jimmy's father, who dies in a truck accident. He is described as abusive, particularly towards Donna.\n\n**Kim Ul Don**: A woman who instructed Jimmy in Tae Kwon Do and was his first romantic partner. She is pregnant, but it is unclear if Jimmy is the father.\n\n**Neil Joachim**: Jimmy's rude and obnoxious roommate who has poor hygiene and is nosy about Jimmy's personal life.\n\n**Nina Kahlick**: A fellow student who becomes romantically involved with Jimmy. She is from Paris, Illinois, and is initially terrified of failing her classes.\n\n**April Davidson (Gao Emi)**: Jimmy's Mandarin instructor, who is an anthro. She is described as beautiful and Jimmy is attracted to her.\n\n**Mei Lon Soo**: A Korean-American woman who works at her family's restaurant and is a student. She becomes romantically involved with Jimmy but later realizes she is a lesbian.\n\n**Mei Ul Jon**: Mei Lon Soo's younger sister, who is also involved in the family restaurant and practices Tae Kwon Do.\n\n**Mei Ti Kin**: Mei Lon Soo's cousin and Jimmy's Tae Kwon Do instructor. He is described as a bully and has a contentious relationship with his family.\n\n**Mei Ul Lon and Mei Tin Dae**: Mei Lon Soo's parents, who run the House Of Mei restaurant. Mei Ul Lon is a stern and demanding woman, while Mei Tin Dae is more laid-back.\n\n### Plot\n\nJimmy Bergeron begins his college journey with optimism, leaving behind a history of bullying in high school. He excels academically, earning a 4.0 GPA in his first semester, and finds solace in his dorm room, where he can practice his Tae Kwon Do forms. During his break, he visits his hometown and encounters Kim Ul Don, his former instructor and lover, who is pregnant. Kim breaks Jimmy's heart by telling him she never wants to see him again.\n\nTragedy strikes when Jimmy's father, Earl, dies in a truck accident. Donna, Jimmy's sister, reveals that Earl had been sexually abusing her, adding a layer of complexity to Jimmy's grief. Despite the turmoil, Jimmy and Donna receive a substantial insurance payout and decide to sell their family home.\n\nReturning to college, Jimmy meets Nina Kahlick, a fellow student with whom he shares several classes. They begin studying together and eventually start dating. Jimmy also enrolls in a Mandarin class taught by April Davidson, an anthro, and finds himself attracted to her. He joins a Tae Kwon Do class taught by Mei Ti Kin, a bully who is the cousin of Mei Lon Soo, a Korean-American student who works at her family's restaurant.\n\nJimmy becomes involved with Mei Lon Soo, spending time at her family's restaurant and even working there part-time. Their relationship deepens, but Mei Lon Soo struggles with her feelings, eventually realizing she is a lesbian. This revelation comes to a head during her birthday celebration, where she confesses her true feelings to her family and Jimmy.The story is a mix of college life and experiences, and coming of age and self-expression set against a backdrop of family drama and romantic entanglements."
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"value": "*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.* \n\n \n\nJimmy Bergeron loved college the moment he stepped onto Harvester's campus. In DeGarde, Louisiana on August 7th at 10:15 am, the temperature was 94 degrees with a humidity hovering around 90 percent. At 10:15 am on August 7th, when Jimmy stepped off the Greyhound bus in Colfax, Missouri, the temperature was 79 degrees and the humidity was barely 20 percent. \n\nThe bus driver pulled Jimmy's footlocker from the storage compartment underneath the bus and smiled when Jimmy politely thanked him. \n\nInside the bus terminal, a bored counter girl gave him directions to Harvester's campus and suggested he take one of the cabs to go the three miles from bus terminal to campus. \n\nDragging the footlocker, even though it was on wheels, Jimmy agreed and took a cab. \n\nHe found his dormitory, found his dormitory Student Aide and got his room key, Room 402. \n\nSince he was the first one there, he decided he'd take the bunk nearest the outside wall and would take the top two dresser drawers. \n\nAt the Greyhound bus terminal in DeGarde, his father had hugged him and gave him five crisp one hundred dollar bills. Donna, Jimmy's older sister had hugged him, kissed him, and given him two hundred dollars in twenty dollar bills. \n\n\"Now, don't go spending that all in one place,\" his father had said. \n\nSo, Jimmy's first order of business was to locate the nearest bank. The SA gave him directions and Jimmy, after making sure that both footlocker, and room were securely locked, walked to the First Commerce Credit Union. \n\nForty five minutes later, he walked out of the First Commerce Credit Union with a new checking account. \n\nIn high school, Jimmy Bergeron had been bullied horribly, even though Baylor Lake High School had a 'No Bullying' policy. \n\nIn college, there were still the Alpha males that had to prove that they were the Alpha males. Because Jimmy walked with confidence, these Alpha males left Jimmy alone. \n\nJimmy's roommate never did show up so Jimmy had his very own dorm room. He was able to relax in his room, was able to concentrate on his studies, and was able to practice his forms in the ten by twelve room. \n\nAfter one semester, Jimmy had a four point oh GPA. He had not gone home, even over the Thanksgiving break, but would gladly leave the snow-covered campus for the slightly warmer Louisiana bayou. He had packed a winter coat, which had been fine for Louisiana, but was sorely ill-suited for winter in Missouri. \n\nWhile he was home, Jimmy did visit Kim Ul Don, the woman that had instructed him in Tae Kwon Do, and in the art of making love. She was obviously pregnant, but because her son, Jimmy's friend was there, Jimmy could not ask if the baby was his. \n\nThen Kim Ul Don broke, shattered Jimmy's heart when she told him, though she loved him, she did not ever want to see him again. \n\nOn December 16th, Earl Bergeron, Jimmy's father, was transporting a load of refuse from tug boat to landfill when the truck tilted, teetered, then rolled. \n\nBecause Earl was travelling in excess of seventy miles an hour when he took the turn, because he was not wearing his seat belt, he was ejected from the truck and was buried under nearly three tons of garbage. \n\n\"How fitting,\" Donna said bitterly when the police officer informed her of Earl's demise. \"A piece of garbage killed by garbage.\" \n\n\"Donna!\" Jimmy gasped, shocked. \n\n\"What?\" Donna snarled. \"God damn it; I'm fucking glad that son of a bitch is dead! He won't be coming into my room to fuck me anymore.\" \n\nJimmy stared at his sister, the woman that had raised him ever since their mother ran off. He tried to think of something to say, but could only croak. \n\nDonna burst into bitter sobs as she sat at the kitchen table; the same kitchen table they'd had for at least eighteen years. Jimmy could not remember them ever having any other table, any other vinyl chairs. \n\nHe could not remember them having any other couch, or recliner. Jimmy did remember when Earl had bought the large LCD television. That was because Miller's Electronics had told him that they couldn't find the parts to repair the twenty three year old Console television that had sat in their living room all those years. \n\n\"Donna, I'm so sorry; I didn't know,\" Jimmy finally whispered. \n\n\"No shit Jimmy? No shit? You didn't know?\" Donna said sarcastically. \n\n\"Nobody knew, Jimmy!\" she screamed. \n\nBy the nineteenth of December, though, Donna had cried out her bitterness and was able to look somber, grieving for Earl James Bergeron's funeral. \n\nGordon King, the owner of King Sanitation, where Earl had been employed, asked Donna and Jimmy to come to his office. There, they were introduced to Donald Pellichet, Gordon's attorney. \n\n\"Mr. Bergeron did have a life insurance policy,\" Gordon said, frowning. \"I always tell my employees, try to get at least one hundred thousand; the minimum is fifty but hell that barely even covers funeral costs.\" \n\n\"And let me guess,\" Donna said, bitterness creeping into her voice. \"Daddy had fifty, right?\" \n\n\"Uh, yes ma'am,\" Gordon said. \n\n\"But because he was in a company truck, conducting company business,\" Donald chimed in. \"King Sanitation is prepared to offer you two hundred and fifty thousand, on top of the fifty thousand dollar life insurance policy. \n\n\"As well as keep you both on Earl's health and dental insurance policies for one year,\" Gordon said. \n\n\"Where do I sign?\" Donna said. \n\n\"James? Sorry, you go by Jimmy, right?\" Gordon said. \n\n\"Yes sir,\" Jimmy said, surprised that the man knew that. \"Uh, if my sister says its okay, then, it's okay.\" \n\nIt took nearly two hours, but after every page had been initialed or signed and dated and notarized, Jimmy's account at First Commerce Credit Union and Donna's account at First DeGarde each had an additional one hundred and thirty seven thousand dollars. \n\n\"Uh, now don't spend that all in one place,\" Donald smiled. \n\n\"Well, I was thinking of buying these five magic beans...\" Jimmy quipped. \n\n\"Don't do it,\" Donald said. \"As an attorney, I would advise you to try to get the goose that laid the golden egg instead. Much more reliable.\" \n\n\"Mother Fucker did something right,\" Donna said as they drove home in Donna's seventeen year old Toyota Camry. \n\n\"You want the house?\" Jimmy asked. \n\n\"Fuck no,\" Donna said bitterly. \"Makes me sick just to look at it.\" \n\n\"Want to sell it?\" Jimmy asked, playing with the keys to Earl's, now his truck. \n\n\"I want to burn it to the God damn ground,\" Donna growled. \n\n\"Donna, half of its mine,\" Jimmy reminded her. \"So why don't we sell it and split it fifty-fifty, huh?\" \n\nCarmen Davis of Davis Realty came out, admired the woodwork, admired the forty year old bathroom fixtures, but did not admire the forty year old kitchen fixtures. She wrote out a list of things that needed to be done to get it ready for market and then showed Donna some listings she currently had available. \n\n\"Two bedroom, two bathroom, right over on Tallow; want to take a look?\" the older woman smiled as Donna looked at the laptop computer's slide show. \n\n\"Seventy four? And you say we can probably get about eighty five for this?\" Donna asked. \n\nThe day after Christmas, Jimmy rented a storage unit in Kimble, Louisiana and put what things from the house he thought he might want later, after he graduated from college. He paid the bored office manager for one full year's storage and nodded when the employee said he got an extra month for free because he paid for one year's rental in advance. \n\nDonna loved the house on Tallow, but absolutely hated the color in nearly every room. So, Jimmy spent the last few days he had left of his Christmas vacation painting Donna's house. \n\nAnd just before Jimmy put his footlocker into the bed of Earl's, his 1998 F150 pickup truck, Carmen had a buyer for their old house. Robichaux Contracting had done the suggested updates and Carmen had actually listed the house at ninety five. The new owners had loved it and did not even waste time with bickering over the price. \n\nBrother and sister hugged, kissed and promised to stay in touch, and Jimmy drove north. \n\nJimmy had already scheduled the next semester's curriculum on-line; he was taking fifteen hours again. This time, though, as his advisor had suggested, Jimmy was taking three hours in Physical Education. \n\n\"Every student has to take twelve hours of some Physical Education; we don't want to waste our time educating you just to have you turn into lumps of fat,\" the man had smiled. \n\nTae Kwon Do was offered so Jimmy signed up for it. \n\n\"A blonde haired, blue eyed Bruce Lee, huh?\" the advisor had smiled. \"And you signed up to take Mandarin? Not the easiest of languages, that's for sure.\" \n\n\"No, but it is something I'm interested in,\" Jimmy had agreed. \n\nThis semester, Jimmy would not be so lucky; he did have a roommate. Neil Joachim was a loud, profane, obese young man with questionable hygiene. He had arrived before Jimmy and had already claimed the bed against the outside wall. Jimmy shrugged and resolved to make the best of it. \n\n\"And I don't care what kind of faggot shit you listen to,\" Neil said. \"In this room? We listen to Tool.\" \n\n\"How fitting,\" Jimmy said. \n\n\"What's that mean?\" Neil demanded. \n\n\"A tool, listening to Tool,\" Jimmy said. \"Dude, new invention, called ear buds. You listen to whatever the shit you want to and I'll listen to whatever I want to.\" \n\nTwo days after moving into the dorm room, Jimmy also told Neil of another new invention called soap. \n\nHis Mandarin class was taught by a beautiful Asian-American woman who said her name was April Davidson. Jimmy developed a quite painful erection the moment the petite woman walked in, thinking of Kim Ul Don's beautiful golden body in a sheen of sweat as they made love. \n\nHe could imagine pulling April's hair out of the large bun, letting the jet black hair cascade down her naked back. Jimmy could imagine licking every inch of her skin... \n\n\"Here,\" he quickly said as April called his name for the third time. \n\nShe frowned at him, then called for Nancy Buckmeyer, who answered on the first call of her name. \n\nIn Mandarin, April told the class that the name her parents had given her was Gao Emi and even drew the symbols on the dry erase board. \n\nThen she slowly introduced a few common items, telling them the names of each, also drawing the symbols for each on the dry erase board. \n\nJimmy meticulously copied her symbols. \n\nIn Mandarin, then in English, she asked if the class was finished writing what she'd written on the board. \n\n\"What? Wait, we got to write that stuff?\" a student cried out from the rear of the room. \n\n\"Did you think I wrote this for my own amusement?\" April barked at the five or six students that looked stricken. \n\nShe gave them two minutes to hurriedly scribble, then, over their protests, she erased the board and began teaching simple sentence structures. \n\n\"Dropping this fucking class, believe that shit,\" a student snarled as he walked out of the classroom. \n\nUnperturbed, April continued her lesson. \n\nJimmy took a bus from the main campus to the Physical Education Arena. He could have driven his truck, but he was glad he had not; parking was a premium at the Arena. \n\nFirst, he found the class, then he found the locker room/shower room. \n\nHe selected a locker nearest to the shower cubicles, changed into the uniform he'd been given, then hurriedly walked to the room. \n\nThe floor was covered in mats and the walls were covered in mirrors. Jimmy found a corner and knelt, meditating as Kim Sei Tin and Kim Ul Don had taught him to do. \n\nSoon, other students wandered in and followed Jimmy's lead. \n\nJimmy smiled at a petite red head he recognized from his Microbiology class. The girl returned his smile. \n\nThe instructor entered the room, followed by his two assistants. He urged them to their feet, bowed and introduced himself as Mei Ti Kin. \n\nHe went over some very basic rules, showed them the proper way to fall to minimize injury. \n\nMei Ti Kin was a bit of a bully. He delighted in picking the largest male in any of his classes and humiliating them in front of his class. \n\nUnfortunately for Jimmy, he was the largest, at six feet tall. \n\n\"You, what is your name?\" Mei Ti Kin barked. \n\n\"Jimmy Bergeron, sir,\" Jimmy answered, bowing. \n\n\"Okay, Jimmy Bergeron, you will try to hit me,\" the man ordered. \n\nSo Jimmy did. The man had expected Jimmy to throw a right cross, or a left jab. He did not expect Jimmy to know Third form, know to throw his punch straight, know to step into the punch. \n\nThe man fell to the ground, then hopped up. \n\n\"See?\" he told the class. \"See how I fell? No injuries and I am up to fight again.\" \n\nHe then stepped back and ordered his assistants to show the class the first form. \n\n\"You kick like woman,\" he barked at Jimmy, still quite agitated at how easily Jimmy had actually struck him. \n\n\"Because a woman taught me first form,\" Jimmy said easily. \n\n\"She teach you to dance too?\" Mei Ti Kin taunted. \n\n\"No, my older sister did,\" Jimmy said, wondering if he should drop this class. \n\nAfter the class, after his shower, Jimmy stood with other milling students in the bitter January cold as the bus lumbered toward them. \n\n\"Hey, I got you in my Microbiology class,\" the red head squeaked. \n\n\"Yeah, and now this class,\" Jimmy agreed. \"What other classes you taking?\" \n\nThey sat together on the bus; Jimmy found out her name was Nina Kahlick and she was from Paris, Illinois. \n\nAnd she was terrified of failing Microbiology, terrified of failing any of her classes. So he agreed that they could study together. \n\n\"Dude,\" a young man nodded in approval as Nina ran to her next class. \n\nJimmy recognized him as one of the students that resided on the same floor of the dormitory. \n\n\"Dude,\" Jimmy smiled and shrugged. \n\nRather than sit in his dorm room, or sit in the library, Jimmy decided to drive around Colfax, Missouri. Even though he'd been here last semester, his travels around Colfax had been limited to the area he could cover on foot. \n\nNestled between a bookstore and an accountant's office was a small sign on a door that announced 'House Of Mei Fine Restaurant.' \n\nHe wondered if the House Of Mei was any relation to Mei Ti Kin; Colfax was not exactly a magnet for Asian families. \n\nBut, what Kim Ul Don had prepared for her family had always smelled good and had always tasted good. Jimmy wondered if Nina would like to try Korean cuisine. \n\n\"That like Chinese?\" she asked when he called her cell phone. \n\nThey share a lot of the same spice palette,\" Jimmy agreed. \n\nJimmy then called the phone number on the sign and made a reservation for two for that Friday. \n\nHe also spotted a laundromat that didn't look roach infested or gang occupied like the Spanish one near campus and resolved to spend Thursday night at this location. \n\nMentally, he ran through the clothing in his closet and in his drawers and realized, he really had very little that would do for a date. \n\nThe mall provided him with a nice long sleeve pullover shirt and a pair of khakis. The local thrift shop sold him an iron, still in its box and a small ironing board. \n\n\"See, it sits on your bed or on your desk,\" the clerk said, demonstrating the ironing board on the counter top. \n\n\"Clever,\" Jimmy agreed. \n\nNeil barely acknowledged Jimmy's presence; that was fine with Jimmy. \n\nHe studied for his Microbiology class and studied his Sociology 215 syllabus again. \n\n\"How'd you get into that class; you're still a freshman, right?\" Neil said, rudely reading over Jimmy's shoulder. \n\n\"Had one fifteen last semester,\" Jimmy calmly said. \n\n\"Oh, and John? Guy in four of seven? Said you were hitting on that Nina Kahlick?\" Neil said. \n\n\"Wasn't hitting on her,\" Jimmy said, turning and looking at the boy. \"She's in a few of my classes. We were talking about that.\" \n\n\"Dude, she's in my Algebra class,\" Neil said. \"Shows up in these yoga pants? Wanted to cream her right there.\" \n\nSince Neil wore the same tee shirt, hockey jersey, and blue jeans every single day, Jimmy did not think he'd be much interested in a laundromat. So Jimmy didn't tell Neil about the laundromat he'd discovered. \n\nIt was an older Asian woman that operated the business and she smiled politely at Jimmy when he carried his laundry bag into the facility. \n\nThere were two rows of washing machines, four machines back to back, sixteen machines in all. One wall housed eight dryers on top and eight dryers on the bottom, or sixteen in all. \n\nJimmy wondered about this. It was six o'clock on a Thursday evening, and he was the only customer in the building. \n\n\"Saturday? Sunday? You no get machine,\" the woman laughed when Jimmy politely asked about the lack of customers. \n\nHe asked her about House Of Mei Korean restaurant and she laughed again. \n\n\"Get sum Dom Chuuk,\" she suggested. \"Cooked in stone bowl; very good. \n\n\"But you've eaten there?\" he asked. \"And it is good?\" \n\n\"Very good,\" she agreed. \"Good place take lady friend.\" \n\nShe winked. Jimmy was amused that he woman had actually winked at him. \n\n\"Very romantic,\" she said and giggled. \n\nShe giggled and winked again when Jimmy carried his now clean and dried clothes out of the laundry mat into the bitter January wind. \n\nNeil scoffed as Jimmy took the time to iron his slacks and pullover shirt. Jimmy ignored him. \n\nNina was wearing the yoga pants that Neil had described and Jimmy had to agree with his roommate on at least that much. He would like to cream Nina right there in the truck. \n\nAt the door, he told a young girl that he'd made a reservation for seven o'clock and the girl smiled. \n\n\"You are Bergeron Jimmy?\" she asked and Jimmy agreed. \n\nJimmy got another erection looking at the small buttocks that undulated in the snug silk trousers as the hostess led them to a booth. \n\nMei Lon Soo will be your server,\" the hostess said, bowed and walked away. \n\n\"I am Mei Lon Soo,\" another short Asian girl said, bowing. \"Would you like drinks?\" \n\nJust water for me, with lemon,\" Nina said. \n\n\"Please, hot tea,\" Jimmy ordered in Korean and Mei Lon Soo's eyes opened wide. \n\n\"You speak Korean?\" she asked, in Korean. \n\n\"Only a little; a very beautiful woman taught me,\" Jimmy agreed. \"Of course, she was not as beautiful as you, but...\" \n\nShe asked him his name, where he was from, how long he had been there in Missouri, was he a student at the local college. As all of this was in Korean, and Jimmy was answering in Korean, Nina sat, looking baffled. \n\nMei Lon Soo said that she too was a student; she lived in the Phi Mu Epsilon Sorority House and was in her fourth year, studying to become a lawyer. \n\nFinally, Jimmy reminded Mei Lon Soo that they wanted drinks and the girl scampered away. \n\n\"My sister says you speak Korean?\" the hostess asked. \n\nEven in his seated position, Jimmy was eye to eye with the four foot seven inch tall hostess. He smiled and asked her, in Korean, what her name was. \n\n\"I am Mei Ul Jon,\" she said. \n\nAnother group of customers came in and Mei Ul Jon ran to greet them. \n\nA man came out of the kitchen, wearing an apron. \n\n\"So my daughter, she says you speak Korean,\" the man said before Nina could even ask Jimmy about their conversations. \n\n\"And I told your daughter I only speak a little,\" Jimmy answered. \n\nThen he remembered his earlier question when he'd first seen the restaurant's sign. \n\n\"Are you related to Mei Ti Kin?\" he asked and the man scowled. \n\n\"I am; I am his uncle,\" he answered. \n\n\"He is my instructor in Tae Kwon Do,\" Jimmy said and the man laughed, a bitter laugh. \n\n\"And we said to him, will you be teaching little babies?\" the man spat. \"He is no teacher; he knows nothing of our forms.\" \n\nMei Tin Dae shook Jimmy's hand, flirted, in English with Nina, than ran to the kitchen. \n\n\"What was that all about?\" Nina finally asked. \n\"He is Mei Ti Kin's uncle,\" Jimmy said as Mei Lon Soo brought them their beverages. At the table, she plunged the tea basket into the kettle of hot water, then poured a little into a white cup for Jimmy's approval. \n\n\"A little longer, please,\" Jimmy asked and she plunged the basket a few more times, then poured a little more into the cup. Jimmy nodded his approval. \n\n\"You know what you want?\" she asked. \n\n\"You order,\" Nina told Jimmy. \"I don't understand any of this stuff.\" \n\nJimmy ordered the Sum Don Chuuk, with shrimp and Mei Lon Soo smiled and nodded in approval. \n\n\"I make special for you,\" Mei Tin Dae yelled from the kitchen door. \n\n\"Many thanks,\" Jimmy called back. \n\nMei Lon Soo brought out several small bowls, some held liquid, some held spiced vegetables, and some held vegetables in rice. Patiently, she showed Nina the order she was to eat the dishes. \n\n\"We are warming up our palate for the main meal,\" Jimmy explained to Nina. \n\nRight before Mei Lon Soo brought out the main dish, Nina ran to the restroom. Jimmy could see Mei Tin Dae pushing Mei Lon Soo toward his table. The girl said something, then nodded and approached Jimmy. \n\n\"I told my father you are on date, romantic evening but he says give you my phone number,\" she said. \n\nWith that, she slipped a scrap of paper to Jimmy. Jimmy quickly put the paper into his pocket just as Nina scurried back. \n\n\"This is so good,\" Nina squeaked then looked on with real interest as Mei Lon Soo brought out a large, heavy stone bowl that was hissing and sizzling. \n\n\"Careful, is very very hot,\" she warned Nina. \"Take a little, put into bowl and eat, then get more.\" \n\nShe giggled and winked a Nina. \n\n\"Be sure leave a little for your lover, eh?\" she suggested and Nina's face went crimson. \n\nJimmy laughed and showed Nina how to scrape along the sides, to get at the rice that had adhered to the sides of the searing hot bowl. \n\n\"You do it; I just know I'll burn myself,\" Nina said. \n\nShe had to nod in agreement; the meal was delicious. \n\nAfter the meal, Jimmy took her to a Marble Slab Creamery for an ice cream cone and they walked through the mall just as some of the stores were beginning to close. \n\nHe drove her back to the women's dorm and kissed her good night. But even as he jammed his tongue into her mouth, tasting her strawberry ice cream, Jimmy was thinking of Mei Lon Soo. Or April Davidson, Gao Emi. \n\n\"We better stop,\" Nina squeaked as Jimmy's hand travelled from her small breast to her crotch. \n\n\"You're right; it's just our first date,\" Jimmy agreed. \n\nNeil wanted all the details when Jimmy returned. \n\n\"Kind of boring, you know?\" Jimmy said. \"I mean, she could only get the first eight inches of my cock in her throat. Thank God, her roommate? This gorgeous blonde with gigantic tits? Anyway, she comes in, shows Nina how to swallow all fourteen inches, then we have a three way. Anal sure is messy though. You don't mind, I'm going to wash their shit off my cock.\" \n\n\"Aw your ass,\" Neil said and Jimmy shrugged. \n\nHe remembered to pull Mei Lon Soo's phone number out of his pants pocket before shoving the khakis into his laundry bag. \n\nJimmy did not call Mei Lon Soo the following day. He'd heard Mei Ul Jon telling another table that Saturdays were their busiest day. He called her on Sunday and they chatted for a few moments. But Neil was rudely eavesdropping and making no attempt to disguise his eavesdropping. \n\n\"May I call you back in just a few minutes?\" Jimmy asked, face dark with anger. \n\n\"\"That is fine,\" Mei Lon Soo agreed. \n\nWhat language is that?\" Neil asked as Jimmy ended the call. \"'Bing Bong Gow,' what the fuck are you saying anyway?\" \n\n\"It's none of your fucking business, ass wipe,\" Jimmy spat, his patience with the rude, overbearing lout at the breaking point. \n\nHe went outside, got into his truck and again called Mei Lon Soo. \n\nThe restaurant was closed on Sundays and Mondays; Mei Lon Soo spent Saturday night in her old room at her parents' home and Sunday with her family. But Mondays were her day to do with as she pleased. \n\n\"Well, uh, there's this Italian restaurant, Geno's?\" Jimmy suggested. \n\n\"Pick me up at the Sorority house,\" Mei Lon Soo said. \n\nSo Jimmy drove to the mall again and bought himself a pair of black slacks and a nice button down shirt. \n\n\"Nina know about Bing Bong Chow?\" Neil sneered as Jimmy returned with his new purchases. \n\n\"Yeah; she's joining us; we're having a three-way,\" Jimmy said. \"Hey Neil, instead of worrying all about my social life, why don't you try getting one of your own?\" \n\nClasses were grueling that Monday. Mei Ti Kin, obviously still smarting over Jimmy's strike, even though he'd been the one to demand it, found much to criticize in Jimmy's performance. \n\nOver a heaping plate of spaghetti, Jimmy made that comment to Mei Lon Soo. She smirked at the mention of her cousin's name. \n\n\"He is a bully,\" she told Jimmy. \n\nThen her face darkened. \n\n\"And he is hands, like the octopus,\" she continued. \n\nJimmy listened as she angrily told him of more than one occasion when Mei Ti Kin tried to grab her, touch her where no cousin should touch another cousin. \n\nThen she laughed. \n\n\"He try that with Mei Ul Jon,\" she smiled. Mei Ti Kin? He is only First Dan, first black belt. Mei Ul Jon? She is Fifth Dan, fifth degree. He put his hand on her...\" \n\nShe blushed hotly and pointed to her rear end and Jimmy nodded his understanding. \n\n\"...and she gave him and punch to his crotch he will remember for the rest of his life,\" Mei Lon Soo smirked. \n\n\"He put his hands on her?\" Jimmy asked. \"But she is so young, too young for...\" \n\n\"She is seventeen; she will be eighteen a month after I turn twenty one,\" Mei Lon Soo corrected Jimmy. \n\nJimmy blinked at that information. \n\n\"You have met our father; he is small man,\" Mei Lon Soo smiled. \"But you have not met our mother. I am giant to her.\" \n\nJimmy laughed at this; Mei Lon Soo had admitted she was barely five feet tall. \n\nAs it was a school night, they agreed to call it a night after they walked through the quadrangle. Jimmy walked her to her sorority house and gave her a chaste kiss at the door. \n\n\"Ooh, Soo!\" one of Mei Lon Soo's sisters called out when Mei Lon Soo entered the house. \"He's cute!\" \n\n\"He is very nice,\" Mei Lon Soo admitted. \n\nThen she went to her room, which she shared with two other girls. \n\nBecky entered the room, fresh from her shower. \n\n\"Hey! So? How'd it go?\" Becky asked, dropping the towel she'd had wrapped around her curvy body to the floor. \n\nMei Lon Soo looked at Becky's large breasts, with the light brown nipples, Becky's slightly pudgy belly, and her thick forest of blonde curls. Becky turned to dig something out of her dresser and Mei Lon Soo looked at Becky's full buttocks, her light brown anus, and a thin sliver of pink that peeked out of the blonde curls. \n\n\"He is very nice,\" Mei Lon Soo answered. \n\n\"This is the white guy that talks Korean, right,\" Becky asked and sat down on her bed, tube of lotion in her hand. \n\nMei Lon Soo watched as Becky smeared the lotion all over her luscious body and described Jimmy and described Geno's. \n\n\"I wish Trish would learn, not everyone is freezing like she is,\" Becky complained, fanning herself. \n\nThe movements made her large breasts jostle and jiggle and Mei Lon Soo watched. \n\n\"Hey! Girl? What up?\" Andrea, their other roommate, another blonde asked. \n\n\"He was very nice, took her to Geno's, go tell Trish turn the heater down,\" Becky answered. \n\n\"I must shower,\" Mei Lon Soo declared as Andrea stripped down to just bra and panties. \n\n\"She's the chapter president,\" Andrea reminded Becky. \"It's her heater and what she says goes.\" \n\nTo her great relief, the shower was available and Mei Lon Soo securely locked the door, then stripped out of her clothing. \n\nShe saw Becky's shampoo and conditioner; the girl was lucky Peggy or Trish had not found this. There was a strict rule about leaving personal items in the common areas. \n\nBut first, Mei Lon Soo inhaled deeply of the shampoo, smelling Becky's scent. \n\nUnder the warm spray, she masturbated, rubbing her fingers up and down her small slit, then finding her bud ready. \n\nWith her under hand, she roughly, cruelly pinched and twisted her nipples. \n\n\"Ah!\" she quietly gasped in orgasm, then leaned against the shower wall. \n\n\"But Jimmy is very nice boy,\" she told herself and showered quickly. \n\nWhatever the cafeteria was serving for lunch that Thursday smelled rancid and Jimmy called House Of Mei restaurant. \n\nAre you open for lunch?\" he asked in Korean when Mei Ul Jon answered the telephone. \n\n\"Yes, no reservation needed; that is only for dinner,\" she answered in Korean. \n\nHaving no other classes until the following morning, Jimmy drove to the restaurant and parked. \n\n\"Bergeron Jimmy!\" Mei Ul Jon smiled widely when he entered. \n\nMei Lon Soo stumbled slightly when she saw Jimmy. Then she smiled and greeted him with a soft kiss. \n\n\"No, no, you come here, you help,\" Mei Tin Dae insisted before Jimmy could order. \n\n\"But I am hungry for lunch,\" Jimmy insisted. \n\n\"We eat, we eat,\" the man assured Jimmy. \n\nIn the kitchen, Jimmy was introduced to Mei Ul Lon, the matriarch and had to smile. The woman was barely four feet tall and had to crane her head to peer at Jimmy's face. \n\nThen she barked orders to the three other family members. \n\nJimmy did eat, in between learning to cook, being ordered to clean by Mei Ul Lon and being teased by Mei Tin Dae. \n\n\"Tiny woman tell you what to do?\" he teased, in English. \n\n\"What he say?\" Mei Ul Lon asked in Korean, fixing her husband with a steely glare. \n\n\"He says I am to listen to you, you are wise woman,\" Jimmy lied and she then fixed Jimmy with a steely glare. \n\n\"Ow!\" Jimmy yelped when she slapped him, quite hard, on his buttock, then barked more orders. \n\n\"That is for telling untruth,\" she snapped. \n\n\"Yes, Mei Ul Lon,\" Jimmy said and hustled to ladle some soup into a bowl for Mei Lon Soo. \n\nBehind his back, the tiny woman smiled and nodded to her daughter. \n\nThen at four o'clock, Mei Ul Jon locked the front door and the family sat at one of the tables and ate their dinner. Jimmy was ordered to sit between Mei Lon Soo and Mei Ul Jon. \n\n\"Bet you won't come back for lunch,\" Mei Ul Jon laughed. \"Thought you'd get a bite and run, eh?\" \n\n\"What she say?\" Mei Ul Lon demanded, as her daughter had said this in English. \"Eh? What you say?\" \n\nJimmy did not want another slap to his buttock. For such a small woman, she delivered a hard whack. Jimmy was sure his buttock still had her handprint. \n\n\"No ma'am, you tell her,\" Jimmy ordered Mei Ul Jon. \n\nMei Ul Jon did and Mei Ul Lon laughed a happy laugh. \n\nAt five o'clock, the dining area was cleaned; Mei Tin Dae even crawled under the tables to make sure there were no errant silverware or food items, then Mei Ul Jon unlocked the door. \n\nJimmy had no chance to escape; Mei Ul Lon grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him back into the kitchen. \n\n\"I do not work here,\" he protested. \n\nShe just barked orders and Jimmy found himself washing the dishes from their dinner. \n\n\"Sum Dom Chuuk, Beef,\" Mei Lon Soo called out and Jimmy looked around. \n\n\"They are not here, come on, Sum Dom Chuuk,\" Mei Lon Soo ordered, pointing at Jimmy. \"Let's go.\" \n\nHe did his best to prepare the meal's dishes. Mei Lon Soo, instead of assisting, simply barked that he should hurry. \n\n\"They are waiting; they are hungry,\" she snapped. \n\nJust as Jimmy pulled the stone bowl from the searing hot oven, a side door opened, and Mei Tin Dae exited, buttoning his trousers. A few seconds later, Mei Ul Lon exited, smoothing down her dress. \n\n\"Where were you?\" Jimmy snapped, exasperated. \"I had an order for Sum Dom Chuuk and had to make it myself!\" \n\n\"And?\" Mei Ul Lon asked, unblinking. \n\n\"Drive me to my Sorority house?\" Mei Lon Soo asked as Mei Ul Jon locked the door behind their last customers. \n\n\"You did very well,\" Mei Ul Lon said. \"You come back tomorrow.\" \n\n\"Mei Ul Lon, I am student at College,\" Jimmy protested. \n\n\"So? Mei Lon Soo is student, Mei Ul Jon is student; they work here, you work here,\" the woman shrugged. \n\nOn the ride to the Sorority House, Jimmy did let Mei Lon Soo know he had two classes that were after twelve o'clock; he would not be there to help at the restaurant. She simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders. \n\nAt her door, Mei Lon Soo kissed Jimmy, sucking his tongue out and lightly biting on it. But when he reached to cup her small breast, she broke the kiss and quickly entered the house. \n\n\"Dude, where were you?\" Neil asked when a weary Jimmy entered their room. \n\n\"I was at Nun Yo Bidness,\" Jimmy said. \"Why? Where were you? In here, sitting on your ass, doing nothing?\" \n\nJimmy met Nina outside at the bus stop that would take them to the Arena and asked her if she'd like to go to a Chinese restaurant he'd heard April Davidson talking about. \n\n\"You sure do like that Chinese stuff, huh?\" Nina smiled. \n\nJimmy had gone to the laundromat on Wednesday so was able to dress nicely for the date. Jimmy ignored Neil's demands to know where he was going. \n\nJimmy picked Nina up in front of her dorm and drove them to the restaurant. \n\nHe overheard the waiter speaking in Mandarin to the cashier, so when the waiter came to take their order, Jimmy greeted him in Mandarin. \n\nNina's eyes opened almost as wide as the waiter's eyes. \n\n\"You know Chinese too?\" Nina squeaked. \n\n\"I am studying it right now,\" Jimmy admitted. \n\nAfter dinner, Nina suggested a movie she'd heard about from her roommate. Jimmy sat through what had to be the worst movie he'd ever seen, but Nina kept sighing at the love scenes. \n\nOutside of her dorm, Nina asked Jimmy to park along the side of the building that had no windows. \n\nAfter a fairly intense make out session, she admitted it was her time of the month. \n\nBefore Jimmy could say anything, before he could let Nina know he had not expected sex, she unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out and sucked the head for a moment. \n\nJimmy's protests died in his throat as Nina sucked and licked his cock, then sank her head down until she had all of his seven inches in her mouth and throat. \n\n\"I'm about to...\" Jimmy warned and Nina pulled her mouth off, took a handkerchief out of her purse and stroked him into the handkerchief until he spurted hotly. \n\n\"Sorry; hate the way that stuff tastes,\" Nina admitted, then kissed Jimmy and got out of the truck. \n\nWith a wave, she ran to the doors of the dorm. \n\nSaturday morning, Jimmy dressed in comfortable clothing that he didn't mind if they got dirty and drove to House Of Mei. He knocked on the door and Mei Ul Jon let him in. She smiled and gave him a quick hug. Mei Lon Soo gave her sister a little glare, then kissed Jimmy softly. \n\n\"Where you were?\" Mei Ul Lon yelled at him when he entered the kitchen. \n\n\"I had classes, then I studied,\" Jimmy said, not telling them about his date with Nina. \n\n\"And we were busy, very busy here,\" Mei Ul Lon yelled. \n\n\"Mei Ul Lon, I will work here on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, but I must have my Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for classes,\" Jimmy stated firmly. \n\nThe tiny woman glared at him silently, then with a grimace, nodded consent. \n\n\"You will be lawyer,\" Mei Tin Dae whispered in English. \"No one argue with her and win.\" \n\n\"What you say? What he say?\" Mei Ul Lon shrilled, slapping her husband. \n\nJimmy found something to do while husband and wife 'argued' with each other. Their argument ended when Mei Tin Dae bent and kissed her and whispered his love for her. \n\n\"One day,\" Mei Ul Lon threatened. \"One day, I learn English, but I not tell you. Then I catch you in big untrue.\" \n\nJimmy found out Mei Ul Jon had told the customers the truth; they were slammed from the start of the business day until Mei Ul Jon locked the door after their last customer. \n\nJimmy was nearly comatose on his feet after finally taking the last load of dishes from the stainless steel appliance. \n\n\"We live at Twenty four seventeen Brighton,\" Mei Ul Lon said. \"You come for lunch tomorrow. \n\n\"Yes ma'am,\" Jimmy mumbled in English. \n\n\"He says he will be there,\" Mei Ul Jon translated, grinning at Jimmy's exhaustion. \n\nJimmy didn't know how he drove back to the dorm, but he did. He usually took the stairs; the ancient elevators were far too slow. But tonight, he had no strength to walk up to the fourth floor. \n\nHe ignored Neil's comments and questions and fell asleep the moment he lay down. \n\nAt nine thirty Sunday morning, Jimmy woke up, showered and shaved, dressed in one of his nicer pull over shirts and his khaki slacks, then went and had breakfast. \n\nA local supermarket sold him a nice floral arrangement and a cheap vase. Donna would have been proud of him, remembering to bring something for his girlfriend's mother. \n\nThen Jimmy called Mei Lon Soo and found out that he was expected there at eleven thirty. He confirmed the address and drove from the supermarket's parking lot to the neighborhood. \n\nThe houses were all small houses, many of them looking identical to other houses. All of the houses looked clean, well maintained. But with six to eight inches of snow covering roof and lawn, almost any house would look neat. \n\nHe recognized the minivan he'd seen parked next to the dumpster outside of House Of Mei and knew he had the right house. \n\n\"For me? Bergeron Jimmy, you shouldn't have!\" Mei Ul Jon cried out when she opened the door and saw the flowers. \n\n\"You're not funny; they're for me,\" Mei Lon Soo snapped, shoving her sister away. \"And he's for me too.\" \n\n\"Uh, actually, they're for your mother,\" Jimmy said. \n\n\"Wait a minute,\" Mei Lon Soo protested, smile on her lips. \"My mother gets flowers before I do?\" \n\nMei Ul Lon protested and complained, but smiled and put the flowers in the center of the table. \n\nThen they chattered while everyone gathered in the kitchen to help prepare the meal. \n\n\"Mei Ti Kin?\" Mei Ul Jon laughed. \"He teach you?\" \n\n\"Uh, actually, I already know everything he's showing the class,\" Jimmy admitted. \n\n\"He show you...\" Mei Ul Jon asked and performed a quick flying crescent and reverse crescent kick. \n\nShe managed both crescent and reverse crescent before her feet hit the ground again. \n\n\"Not in kitchen; you two want do that, go in garage,\" Mei Tin Dae barked. \n\nMei Ul Jon grabbed Jimmy's hand and pulled him toward the garage. \n\n\"No, no, you stay, you help our mother and father,\" Mei Ul Jon giggled to her older sister. \n\n\"Oh, no, I am not leaving you alone with him,\" Mei Lon Soo said through gritted teeth. \n\n\"No one go anywhere, you help cook,\" Mei Ul Lon ordered. \n\nDuring the meal, the Mei family learned more about Jimmy Bergeron and all expressed their sympathies over the loss of his father. \n\n\"You are lucky to have older sister,\" Mei Ul Jon said sincerely. \n\n\"This is delicious,\" Jimmy complimented and the Mei family laughed. \n\n\"This is everything we did not serve during week,\" Mei Lon Soo admitted. \"Tomorrow, my mother will go to market and buy for the week ahead.\" \n\nAfter lunch, Mei Ul Jon, with Mei Lon Soo tagging along, took Jimmy into the garage, which had been converted to a gymnasium of sorts. \n\n\"And...\" Mei Ul Jon said and gave a heavy bag a spinning heel strike. \n\nThe bag had to weigh at least fifty pounds, but Mei Ul Jon's kick caused it to swing to almost reach the ceiling. \n\nShe showed off her skills a little bit, then showed Jimmy her forms and walked him through them. \n\nAnd again she showed him the crescent reverse crescent kick she'd performed earlier. Jimmy attempted it and she nodded in approval. Jimmy had not managed to do it as quickly, or travel as far as she had, and even stumbled when his feet hit the floor. But he had attempted it. \n\nAnd again,\" she said, showing him a form and nodded as he performed. \n\n\"Now, show me what Mei Ti Kin has shown you,\" she asked. \n\nJimmy did and both Mei Lon Soo and Mei Ul Jon tried to hide their laughter. \nThey trooped out of the garage and Mei Ul Lon and Mei Tin Dae were nowhere around. \n\nThen they heard the unmistakable sounds of two people having sex. \n\nSo the three red-faced people went back into the garage. \n\nMei Lon Soo, who was just a Second Dan black belt ordered Jimmy to spar with her and he did. \n\n\"You are quite good,\" she said, kissing him softly. \n\n\"Even if Mei Ti Kin is teaching you,\" Mei Ul Jon laughed. \n\nThen she too sparred with Jimmy and Jimmy had a realization of Mei Ul Jon's perfect control. She kicked him in his face, able to reach her foot up to his face, even though he towered over her. \n\nAnd her kick was just as soft as Mei Lon Soo's kiss. \n\nAgain, she kicked his face, patting his right cheek with her left foot, then his left cheek with her right foot. \n\nThe fourth time she tried to kick him, though, he blocked it. \n\n\"Ah, Bergeron Jimmy! You learn, you learn!\" she praised. \n\nJimmy made plans with Mei Lon Soo for the following evening. He would be taking Mei Lon Soo to a Student Art Showing and to dinner at a local hamburger place, Benny's Burger Bar. \n\n\"They say there are one thousand ways you can make your hamburger,\" she claimed. \n\n\"We do not have to try all one thousand tomorrow, do we?\" Jimmy teased and both girls laughed. \n\nMei Ul Lon and Mei Tin Dae were now in the living room and both wished Jimmy a good day. He smiled as he drove back to the dormitory. \n\nJimmy's good mood evaporated the moment he stepped into the dormitory room. \n\n\"Dude, really? You can't smell yourself?\" Jimmy asked Neil. \"Go shower, use soap, use toothpaste, nasty ass fucker.\" \n\n\"So where you been?\" Neil asked as he did gather up his shower things. \n\nJimmy did not answer, just started on his homework. \n\nA few days later, as Jimmy entered the Microbiology 118 class, Nina Kahlick was suddenly in front of him. \n\n\"You been fucking some slant eyed bitch?\" she screamed and moved to slap his face. \n\nJimmy instinctively blocked the slap then stepped back when she tried to give him a front kick to the testicles. \n\n\"Mother fucker!\" she screamed at him and fled the class. \n\nJimmy sat and wondered how Nina had found out about Mei Lon Soo. \n\nReturning to his dorm room answered that burning question; Neil actually crowed triumphantly about telling Nina. \n\n\"Karma's a bitch, Neil,\" Jimmy calmly told Neil. \n\nThe next time Neil had Algebra, he lumbered over and asked Nina if she'd like to go to Geno's Italian Restaurant with him. It had taken all of Neil's courage to walk over to the attractive red head, and in front of witnesses, ask her for a date. Nina's cool, detached stare at him withered Neil to a fat lump of Jell-O. Almost in tears, he lumbered back to his seat, sure every eye in the classroom was on him. \n\nMei Lon Soo's sorority had a Valentine's Day party and Mei Lon Soo invited Jimmy. Mei Ul Lon grudgingly granted them the night off to go to the party, pulled out her cell phone and barked into it for a few moments, then nodded. \n\n\"Go, go, your cousins come and help,\" she snapped. \n\nJimmy bought a red button down shirt and a new pair of jeans at the local mall. Passing by an Athletic Footwear store, he saw a pair of red sneakers in the display and bought a pair to go with the shirt and jeans. \n\nThen he bought a large box of chocolates and a dainty chain and gold heart for Mei Lon Soo. \n\nHe had also remembered to send Donna a Valentine's Day card and smiled when his cell phone chimed with the ring tone he'd set for her. \n\n\"Hey Donna; what's up?\" he asked as the clerk put the charge slip in front of him. \n\n\"Got your card, you silly boy,\" Donna smiled. \n\n\"No, no thanks necessary; your happiness is reward enough,\" Jimmy joked as he signed the charge slip. \n\n\"Shut up, butt hole,\" she laughed. \n\nBrother and sister chatted for a few moments more, then Donna said she needed to get ready for work. \n\n\"All right; love you,\" Jimmy said. \n\nHe wondered why he did not tell Donna about Mei Lon Soo. He was not ashamed or embarrassed to be dating a beautiful Asian woman. But the words had not come out of his mouth. \n\nHe drove back to the campus and grabbed his purchases. \n\n\"How can you tell your roommate's a faggot?\" Neil asked when Jimmy got out the ironing board. \n\n\"He doesn't shave, shower, or wipe his ass for weeks on end?\" Jimmy asked. \n\n\"He wears red tennis shoes on Valentine's Day, he irons his blue jeans. Dude, blue jeans? Who iron's blue jeans? And the third sign? His name is Jimmy Bergeron,\" Neil taunted. \n\n\"And he has a date, with a beautiful woman, while his roommate sits at home and pounds his weenie,\" Jimmy taunted back. \"Yep, rather be a faggot than be you.\" \n\nThe sorority had decorated the downstairs with red, pink, and white streamers and the finger foods were cut into hearts. They'd hired 'DJ Jammin' John' to provide music for the party and all agreed, they would not be hiring him a second time. \n\nMei Lon Soo squealed with happiness when her boyfriend handed her a large box of chocolates. It was a larger box than any of the other girls had received thus far, even larger than the one that Ralph had given to Trish. \n\nThen she screamed when she saw the gold chain and gold heart. \n\nDonna had taught Jimmy how to dance. Unfortunately, no one had shown Mei Lon Soo how to dance. But, if Jimmy thought anything about her lack of rhythm, he was smart enough to not say anything about it. \n\nAfter ten o'clock, Mei Lon Soo saw both Becky and Andrea in the kitchen, ignoring their dates. She pushed her cup of red punch into Jimmy's hand and scurried over to where her roommates stood. \n\n\"I must have room for little while,\" she whispered urgently to them and they both screamed with laughter. \n\n\"Shut the fuck up!\" Andrea hooted, quite drunk. \n\n\"Go Soo, go Soo, go Soo!\" Becky chanted, also well on her way to being drunk. \n\nMei Lon Soo scampered back to where Jimmy stood, talking politely with one of the football players that circled around Peggy. \n\nGrabbing her spiked fruit punch out of his hand, she drank it down for courage, then pulled him toward the stairs. \n\nIn the room, Mei Lon Soo pushed Jimmy onto her bed, then sat down next to him and they kissed hotly. Then she unsnapped her red silk dress, revealing that all she'd worn underneath was her new gold chain and heart. \n\nHer breasts were small, apple sized breasts, each capped with a small, hard nipple. Her belly was concave and her hips did not flare out much. Her pubic mound was plump, and hairless. \n\n\"I shave for you,\" she admitted, unable to look up into his eyes. \n\n\"It's, you're beautiful,\" he whispered and she smiled. \n\nHe lay her down on her bed and after kissing her, removed his clothing. She looked with real interest when he peeled his plain white briefs down, exposing his erect cock. \n\nIt was slightly larger than that of her father's, which Mei Lon Soo had seen once, accidentally. It was also larger than Mei Ti Kin's, which she had seen when Mei Tin Kin had flashed it at her. \n\n\"Oh!\" she grunted in surprise when Jimmy began to kiss her small feet. \n\nMei Lon Soo had expected Jimmy to simply jump on, jam his cock into her, push in a few times then roll off and be done with her. That was how Becky and Andrea both described their sexual escapades. \n\nBut instead, her Jimmy kissed, licked, and nibbled his way up to her hairless pubic mound. She was glad he had liked it; Mei Lon Soo had found shaving down there to be quite tedious. \n\nBut if her Jimmy liked it, she would do it. \n\n\"Ah!\" she gasped as Jimmy pulled her pussy lips apart and delved his tongue into her. \n\nJimmy made love to Mei Lon Soo the way his first lover had taught him. Kim Ul Don had been an excellent, thorough teacher. \n\nBy the time Jimmy put his cock to the entrance of Mei Lon Soo's pussy, she was limp from the pleasure. \n\n\"Aigh!\" she cried out as he battered through her hymen. \n\nHer scream startled, even frightened Jimmy; Mei Lon Soo was the first virgin he'd ever been with. \n\nAfter a long moment, Mei Lon Soo somberly nodded her head and Jimmy slowly began to fuck her. \n\nShe screamed out twice more, but this time from pleasure. Then Jimmy tensed and unloaded his semen into her tight wet pussy. \n\n\"I love you,\" he told her and, in the soft light from her bedside table, she could tell he meant every word of his declaration. \n\n\"And I think I love you too,\" she whispered. \n\nFebruary 19th was Mei Lon Soo's twenty first birthday, but they had to wait until Sunday to be able to celebrate. \n\nThere were a few more cars parked in front of the house when Jimmy pulled up in his truck. He knocked at the door. \n\n\"I'll get it!\" he heard Mei Ul Jon scream in Korean. \n\nHe laughed when he heard Mei Lon Soo scream, in English, \"Get away from that door!\" \n\nBoth sisters yanked the door open and he smiled down at the pair. \n\n\"Oh, present? For me?\" Mei Ul Jon asked and laughed when her big sister pushed her away. \n\n\"Hi,\" Mei Lon Soo said and pulled him into the house. \n\nHe was introduced to her aunt and uncle and her cousins, which also included Mei Ti Kin. The man's eyes opened wide at the sight of Jimmy Bergeron but the two were polite to one another. \n\nMei Lon Soo's two female cousins flirted quite shamelessly with Jimmy and laughed merrily at their cousin's displeasure. \n\n\"We are just teasing,\" the older one said and hugged and kissed Mei Lon Soo. \n\n\"But he is very handsome,\" she said in Korean. \n\n\"Much thanks,\" Jimmy answered in Korean and the cousin blushed quite hotly. \n\n\"You did not say he knows Korean!\" she hissed, now embarrassed. \n\n\"I did not?\" Mei Lon Soo asked, enjoying the cousin's embarrassment. \n\nThey sat and ate the birthday meal, chattering and laughing. Jimmy earned a smile from Mei Ul Lon when he helped her clear the dishes from the table. \n\n\"I am becoming quite used to the chore,\" he teased her and she laughed merrily. \n\nThen the cake was brought out and Mei Lon Soo blew out the candles. The gathering shrieked with laughter as the candles again ignited. \n\n\"Mother!\" Mei Lon Soo screamed, laughing. \n\n\"Maybe you get to make another wish?\" one female cousin suggested, looking pointedly at Jimmy. \n\n\"I cannot, I cannot do this,\" Mei Lon Soo suddenly said, the laughter and smile slipping away. \n\nThe night of the party, she had done what she thought was right. She had made love with her boyfriend. And while the sex had been very nice, other than the pain of losing her virginity, Mei Lon Soo had felt empty inside afterward. \n\nAfter the party was over, after those that were still sober enough had cleaned up, after she had readied for bed, Mei Lon Soo lay in her bed and sobbed. Something just did not feel right. \n\nMei Lon Soo had hugged and kissed Jimmy, had felt jealousy rear its ugly head when her sister and her cousins approached Jimmy. But that was more out of selfishness than any true feeling of desire. \n\n\"Mother, Father,\" Mei Lon Soo addressed the now silent gathering. \n\nShe took in a deep breath. \n\n\"She is with child,\" the aunt whispered to the uncle. \n\n\"I am gay, I am the lesbian,\" Mei Lon Soo announced. \n\nTHE END of Part One. \n\n*Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I do sincerely thank you for reading my stories. \n\nNo, no Disclaimers. But they still stand. \n\nHave a warm and fuzzy kind of day.*"
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"value": "### Title: How to Tame Your Tikbalang Ch. 03\n\n### Tags: \n\n### Characters\n\n**Tala** is the protagonist of the story. She is a confident and independent woman who works as a team leader in a contact center. She possesses latent magical abilities as a Baylan, a traditional Filipino shaman, but is initially unaware of their extent. Tala is practical, resilient, and not afraid to take control of her life, even when faced with supernatural events. She is also comfortable with her sexuality and enjoys sensual experiences.\n\n**Buhawi** is a Tikbalang, a mythical creature from Filipino folklore, who appears in the story as a man with whom Tala has a sexual encounter. He is described as large and powerful, with a predatory nature. Buhawi is drawn to Tala because of her magical abilities and seeks to dominate her, but he also feels a deep attraction to her.\n\n**Beatriz** is Tala's ancestor and the author of the Bestiario, a magical book that guides Tala in understanding and controlling her powers. Beatriz's spirit provides Tala with important information about the supernatural world and her role as a Baylan.\n\n**Suzy** is a middle-aged Chinese woman who runs a small store behind the Redemptorist Church. She is knowledgeable about the supernatural and provides Tala with important items and advice to protect herself from the Tikbalang.\n\n### Plot\n\nTala, a young woman of some Spanish descent, jolts awake to find strange marks on her body and seminal fluid streaks on her thighs, which leads to her confusion and suspicion that she was sexually assaulted after pulling a double shift. She rushedly prepares for work, deciding to deal with the mystery later. At a café, she encounters Buhawi, a man she had previously fantasized about, who invites her to share breakfast with him. Tala feels a strange connection to Buhawi but is unsettled by his presence.\n\nDuring her break at work, Tala discovers news of a brutal rape and murder of a barista from the café, which adds to her unease. She consults the Bestiario, a magical book written by her ancestor Beatriz, and learns about the Tikbalang, a mythical creature that has been drawn to her because of her magical abilities. Tala realizes that the Tikbalang, manifesting as Buhawi, has been visiting her in her dreams and having sexual encounters with her.\n\nDetermined to take control of the situation, Tala follows the instructions in the Bestiario to protect herself and prepare for a ritual to tame the Tikbalang. She visits the Baclaran public market to gather ingredients for a magical soup and other items needed for the ritual. Along the way, she meets Suzy, a Chinese woman who provides her with additional protection and advice. Returning home, Tala performs the ritual, which involves chanting spells and using sympathetic magic to bind the Tikbalang to her will. The ritual culminates in a powerful orgasmic experience for Tala, as she asserts her control over the Tikbalang and prepares to confront him in her dreams."
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"value": "Tala jolted awake to AC/DC's *Back in Black* blaring from her smartphone. She'd lain passed out and naked atop the covers of her bed, her skin sheened with sweat even the little half-horsepower air-conditioner in her bedroom could not alleviate. \n\n*Crap. I need to speed through my shower and remove this come from between my legs,* was her harried first thought of the day as sunlight began to peep through her windows. *Shift changes after pulling a double are a pain in the ass*. Breakfast would have to be something at the café across her office. \n\nShe went to the watercloset to do her business and that's when she saw dried white streaks of... was that seminal fluid? \n\nWhatever that dried gunk was, it coated the insides of her thighs clear down to her knees and she traced it all the way to her asshole and over the lower half of her buttocks, which felt strange, like they had been stretched. \n\nHer anus felt like someone had shoved something inside it—not a very big thing, but definitely something solid. When she peed, she felt the sting of friction burn at the head of her clit. \n\nThat, Tala knew from past experience, was the pain caused by getting repeatedly, consecutively fucked in what her college friends used to call the \"walang hugutan\" school of sex, where the male doesn't withdraw his penis, rather gets hard all over again from an encore of foreplay while still inside the female and resumes his thrusting when he gets hard enough to do so. \n\n*I will not freak out. I will not freak the fuck out. I will goddamn not, absocrappinglutely not, lose it.* Tala chanted the words in her head like a mantra as she took deep, calming breaths gathered her wits, scraping at some of the dried substance on her legs and bringing it up to her nose. It smelled slighly like bleach and a lot like raw musk. Yep, semen. This was her first seriously \"oh shit\" moment of what was promising to be a long day. \n\nPassing the full-length mirror between the shower and toilet, Tala paused when she saw handprints on her body. Large ones. As in 'grip a basketball single-handedly' large. Spanning the full rise of her buttocks from inguinal seam to flank. She had hickeys on her neck and—were those teeth-marks? \n\nDropping her face into shaky hands, Tala mentally went over her arrival home the previous night. She'd locked the front door, dead-bolted it and the windows had been firmly latched. She'd only been on her balcony once and she secured and locked the sliding doors as she came in. Force of habit demanded that she lock herself in securely. \n\n\"Dammit, I'm not on birth control,\" she yelled at no one in particular (well, maybe God) as she stepped into the shower and turned the water on full blast to wash away the angry, confused tears streaking down her face. \n\nShe went through her ablutions on auto-pilot, her mind returning to her self-pleauring, to that fantasy that had felt so real, from the sensations to the smells and, yes, the flavors of salt and sweet, musky skin that lingered on her tongue. To the repeated (and vigorous, very vigorous) fucking she'd gotten from the Buhawi of Her Dreams in la-la land. *Or was it real?* \n\n*I can't work out how I got fucked. And I cannot deny I truly got FUCKED, all caps*, Tala thought, shaking her head as she let her the conditioner seep into her hair. \n\n*I'm not even going to try today. Maybe the Bestiario will have an answer, but I've got work to do first. Pregnant is gonna happen if it's gonna happen. Strange is gonna happen. Sweet Mary and Jesus I hate having no control over shit like this.* \n\nThe last time she had an \"oh, shit\" moment coming even close to this magnitude had been six years ago, when Tala was a college senior hanging out with her best friend at the dorm on Morayta St., at the university belt's \"buckle\" in the City by the Bay. \n\nThat best friend had turned into an erstwhile boyfriend when they'd played truth or dare with his fraternity brothers and they'd kissed because she chose the dare. \n\nTala and her best friend wound up in a seedy little motel with a creaky bed for a three-hour \"short time\" sex session and they'd forgotten to use protection of any kind. \n\nOh, yes, she'd been a virgin, but the sacrifice of hymens on the altar of young love was an everyday occurrence along the U-belt. So was the anxiety that followed. \n\nHe'd sworn to do the right thing by her and she'd chewed her nails for three weeks after their fevered bout of motel-room acrobatics until her period came. \n\nThat was the end of that sad tale, with her bestie returning to his fratboy ways, fraying Tala's patience, and she shied away from the \"relationship\" slowly but inevitably. \n\nThey were still friends, albeit no longer BFFs, and they sometimes chatted or met for coffee. It was all so amicable, this lack of recrimination between them. It had taught her to keep her silly notions of romance to herself and her heart uninvolved with her body's processes. \n\nThe illusion of young love was well and truly shattered for Tala, but her qualms about having sex with someone who shared her attraction were removed as well. *So, all's fair, right?* She shrugged and prepared for her day, tucking the Bestiario into the white canvas tote bag she'd chosen for the day. \n\nWell, six years ago, she had someone she could be angry at. *But how, pray tell, can you be angry at a dream?* \n\n \n\nBuhawi sat in an unobtrusive corner of the café, sipping his *barako* espresso and eating his bacon and eggs on toasted panini and large Caesar's salad slowly, his eyes on the single entry and exit of the establishment. *Any time now.* \n\nThe gradual crescendo of a Sugar Hiccup song was interrupted by the chiming of bells over the café's swinging door. The rushed staccato of carnal red, mid-heeled pumps on the polished wood parquet made a jarring counterpoint as the vocalist's crescendo peaked. \n\n*Sensible shoes in a fuck-me hard color.* Buhawi noted with a cocked right eyebrow. *Somebody armored up today. I wonder why. Heh.* \n\nThere was Tala, walking purposefully to the counter, tight white jeans hugging the high, rounded curve of her tight hindquarers and molding around her long, lissome legs like they were painted on. The torso-engulfing linen of Tala's filmy black blouse floated behind her on the café's artificially-cooled air even as it swathed her from neck to hip and all the way down to her wrists. \n\nHer hair was braided tight and wound up in a straitlaced bun just over her nape. *What a deliciously soft nape that is,* Buhawi reminisced with a hard, predatory glint in his eye as he licked his lips and bit into his sandwich. \n\nTala ordered the largest caramel macchiato the café offered, with a Filipino breakfast of crisp-fried fish (boneless Palawan *danggit* one could eat from tail to head) two poached eggs, fried rice and pickled unripe papaya and carrot shreds on the side. \n\n*Any time now.* Buhawi counted off the seconds silently, patiently, as he kept his eyes focused on Tala at the counter. \n\nHe took in the way her shoulders seemed to be unnaturally stiff, as if she was barely holding herself upright. She turned slightly to the right and he saw her winding and unwinding her fingers together, as if her hands were restlessly seeking something to grip besides fingers. \n\nShe closed her eyes and rotated her head and neck as the barista conveyed her order to the kitchen and prepared Tala's coffee. \n\n*My, my, she is tense today, is my little witch.* Buhawi leaned back in his chair and kept his eyes on Tala as he savored both his coffee and Tala's obvious tension. *Very good.* \n\nTala took her order buzzer and turned her back to the counter, scouting for a free table. Her eyes met Buhawi's, the sunlight rendering her pupils amber and giving him a clear view of their irises quick dilation in surprise. \n\nBuhawi let a friendly smile curl up his face and he rose in greeting. \"Good morning, Tala. Would you care to sit and have breakfast with me?\" He waved at the spare chair to his left with a gracious hand. \"I don't like to eat alone. Not when there's a perfectly beautiful woman to share breakfast with.\" \n\nTala felt the heat and blood rising up her chest to her face. *Damn this Spanish propensity for blushing*, she thought with a mental \"tsk.\" Of all the things to inherit from Beatriz, I had to get this. *Haynaku. How do you greet someone whose face and hands you jilled off to last night. Where in heaven's name do you get the etiquette for that, Miss Manners?* \n\nShe was struggling for breath, for composure, for the perfect thing to say in response to real-life Buhawi's friendly overtures—really, she had it on the tip of her tongue, ready for a witty delivery when the buzzer in her hand went off. \n\n\"Double-tawl caramel mashiato for Tala! With Filipino vreakpast!\" The barista's voice sang cheerfully over the heads of a group of zombies dragging their feet into the café and her heavy Visayan accent and simultaneous attempt at an American one grated on Tala's raw nerves. \n\nBuhawi strode to the counter, taking the buzzer from Tala's suddenly unresponsive fingers and put it on the counter in front of the peppy barista with the obviously straightened hair and flirty dark eyes. \n\n\"My friend's order is ready? Good, I'll take it to our table now,\" he said with a smile guaranteed to drop any red-blooded female's panties as he took the tray off the counter. \n\n\"Enjoy your meal, Tala and Vernie,\" the barista said with glazed eyes as she stared at Buhawi, who masked his sudden and deep irritation with a lowed head and a grin in Tala's direction. in Tala's direction. That barista will pay for that, he swore. *How dare she rename me, and after a female singer whose songs I never liked, too. Ngarrr...* \n\n\"Vernie?\" Tala said teasingly, nervous giggles escaping and coming out as true laughter as she caught the sliver of burning anger aimed at the barista that slipped through the thick, dark dark fringe of Buhawi's eyelashes. \n\n\"I thought you introduced yourself as Buhawi. Naughty Vernie, giving me a false moniker.\" Tala waggled a forefinger at Buhawi, who smiled tightly back. *Ah, there, I'm more at ease now. But I do think he's pissed.* \n\nTala threw her head back as she sat in the chair he held out for her and flashed Buhawi her most disarming smile, the one that always got her off the hook when she'd been naughty. \n\nThat brought Buhawi's blood pressure down somewhat, then kick-started it up again, but this time, his blood was racing from randiness, not anger. \n\n\"I am *NOT* named Vernie,\" Buhawi snorted, peevishness still stubbornly in his tone even as he traced the curve of her breast with lascivious eyes. \"She's been calling me that since I first came here for coffee two weeks ago. Not funny.\" \n\nBuhawi set both hands palms down on the table on either side of his plate. *Contain the temper, Buhawi. This is not the time to get angry.* \n\nTala put a hand over one of Buhawi's, and he seemed to calm some more at her warmth, relaxing just the slightest bit into the comfortable armchair his huge body dwarfed. \"Your coffee is getting cold. Can I get you another?\" Tala cocked her head to the side as she asked her question. \n\n*All I need now is under all that cloth,* Buhawi thought, even as he said \"oh, no, I've already had three espressos. Just keep me company while I eat my sandwich and salad, please?\" \n\nTala nodded and he dug into his meal. She attacked her breakfast with equal ferocity, pulling the halved fish apart with dainty fingers and holding a piece into her mouth as she munched it steady as a printing press roller eats paper. \n\nTala then took up her utensils and scooped egg and rice onto her spoon, lifted it to her mouth and closed her eyes as she consumed her feast. \n\nThey ate thus, ravenously and silently, for the few minutes it took to scarf down their meals. But where Tala ate with abandon, Buhawi kept his coffee-dark eyes on her, visually devouring her in much the same way he was scarfing down his sandwich and salad: Like there was no tomorrow and he would not be denied his feast. \n\nNot that Tala noticed. She was the kind of person for whom a meal was a sensual, full body experience in which shame had no part. She sighed as she ate the pickled papaya and carrots, let out a low \"mm\" as she bit into the *danggit*, threw her head back as she enjoyed the sensation of her macchiato sliding down her gullet. \n\nHer legs splayed wide as she ate, her feet resting on the little kitten heels of her not-really-sensible shoes and her toes pointing to the ceiling. \n\n*She likes food. A whole helluva lot. Buhawi filed that observation away for future use. I wonder*, he thought idly, his nostrils flaring to the musky floral scent that was uniquely Tala, *if she'll orgasm over chocolate, reallym really good chocolate?* \n\nReplete, Tala put her cultery daintily and neatly down on the center of her empty plate, her movements so ladylike it was hard for Buhawi to reconcile her refined movements with the total abandon she'd displayed while eating. \n\nThey chatted about the weather for a while, shifted to the peso-dollar exchange rate, agreed that the legislature was a waste of their taxes and jousted over which National Artist for Literature would write the Great Filipino Novel, F. Sionil Jose or Bienvenido Lumbera. \n\nBuhawi was entranced, truly entranced, and his smiles grew more and more spontaneous, natural, as if he hadn't a care in the world. \n\nHe forgot himself and was about to ask Tala out to dinner—all part of his plan, of course—or that was his justification for the sudden urge to take her out on a date when he really did not do dates. \n\nThen Tala's phone started blaring the Radioactive Sago Project's *Love ka ni Satan* out of the depths of her tote bag and she practically jumped out of her chair. \n\n\"Oh, my, that's my Bundy-in alarm,\" Tala said, groping in the depths of her bag to silence the handset. \"I've got to go. Team leaders can't be late. Thank you for sitting through breakfast with me! Byeee!\" \n\nJust like that, the little tempest was out the door and jaywalking through the early morning traffic toward a glittering high-rise of steel and chrome. \n\n \n\nTala took her mid-afternoon break in the contact center's break room, settling down in a huge black beanbag and opening up the *Bestiario*, scanning the entries for anything that would answer the question \"what fucked me last night?\" \n\nIn a far corner, someone was watching the *ANC News* channel and Tala, absorbed as she was in her search, missed the gasps from her some of her team members over the news that a woman had been brutally raped and left for dead on the gravel mound of a construction site. \n\nThe crime scene was the old location of the stables of the Philippine Racing Circuit racetrack that was now the Circuit shopping mall in Makati City—mere blocks from the Isles Tech office. \n\n\"...the woman, identified as Martha Ambel, was last seen leaving the café in Ayala Center where she worked the graveyard to early morning shift,\" read newscaster Pinky Webb. \"Her naked, battered body was found at noon. Ambel's body bore large bite marks that forensics expert Dr. Dinah Malamin said resembled those of a horse, except for the obvious tooth marks of an omnivore. Her liver was also missing and almost all her bones were broken in several places, the forensics expert said.\" \n\nThat segment of the news report made it through Tala's concentration and she turned her eyes to the wise-screen LED TV and drew a shocked hand to her mouth when she saw the Facebook profile picture of the barista who had served her coffee just that morning. \n\n\"Ohmygod, Tammy,\" Tala called out to a woman clad all in orange, \"isn't that the barista at the café across the street?\" Tammy nodded, tears in her artificially blue eyes as she fretted aloud whether another barista could prepare her soya-mint oolong chai the same way Martha did. \n\nAs horrified as Tala was with the murder of that familiar stranger, though, her own problem of an \"oh, shittisimo\" moment pressed on her heavily, like a ton of kryptonite would on Superman's chest. She resumed her search through the *Bestiario*, flicking back and forth until she found the entry dated 1 Mayo 1898. \n\n\"Do not be afraid of the dreams that come to you after the Other Land is revealed to you. It is merely your Baylan's sight opening to the world that lies over ours. You will see the criaturas, and that is normal. Greet them with respect. Never point a finger at them or their homes, for that is the ultimate rudeness. \n\n\"Be comfortable with this natural progression. It means you are tapping your magic properly. Soon they will speak to you, call you by your epithet: Baylan. It is respect which you will reap if you follow my dictates. Respect them back, for they, too are powerful. The Manananggal can steal your unborn child with her needle-like tongue. The Sigbinn can kill you with a mere look from between its legs. The Black Pig will not be penned or held and will eat your beating heart from your chest if you even try. I've told you about the Tikbalang...\" \n\nAnd on and on did Beatriz list the *criaturas* of the Other Land, describing them—sometimes in detail, at other times only by name. *Yeah, yeah, lelang, get to the how of getting fucked while alone in a home locked up tight already, Tala snorted her impatience. I'm not afraid. I'm pissed.* \n\nOn down to 5 Mayo 1898 Tala went, finding something worth a second and third read: \n\n\"If, by some ill-fortune the Tikbalang finds you before you find him, especially if he finds you as you begin to own your power, he will be gripped with a deep and driving lust for your body. You must be very careful to check your house if you suddenly feel a strange presence. For all his large size, a Tikbalang will move silently as a cat stalking a sparrow. \n\n\"Take heed and check every part of your residence. If you find semen stains on anything made of glass, you will know you have become known to the Tikbalang and he will make himself known to you as well, in the most carnal sense of the word. You can stave this off by setting yerbabuena leaves on your windowsills and any opening in your house covered by glass or capiz. This is to keep the dream-self of the Tikbalang from your physical body—at least until you are ready to know the Tikbalang physically, to mesh with him spirit and skin, flesh to flesh in a meeting of equals. It is imperative that you do not let the Tikbalang gain any advantage on you. \n\n\"He will appear as a creature of your fantasies, as the man you imagine when you pleasure yourself to touch your divine spark and stoke it to a roaring fire. Do not be fooled. He is a Tikbalang, a creature of awesome power and one capable of great harm or great good. He will make you scream as he takes your body, make it shake with physical need. Do not think this is mere dream, for though it is a true dream, the intercourse will be real, in the physical world, by means of his innate magic. \n\n\"If the dreams have begun and you awaken with seminal fluid dried on your body, then the situation is very unfavorable to you, but not unsalvageable. Do as I say and lay mint leaves on your windowsills and any other openings covered in glass and capiz. This will buy you time until the moon has waned to nothing but the thinnest sliver, then you may begin the ritual of fully owning your place as Baylan and of taming yourself a Tikbalang.\" \n\nTala drew in a deep breath, holding in the scream of complete and utter rage that was building in her throat. Well, she'd better get to taming herself a Tikbalang, then, after putting min on her windowsills and glass doors. \n\nTala felt the power of her temper begin to flow out of every pore of her skin. *Nobody fucks with her and gets away with it, after all. I'm Baylan, bitch. Let me show you whatfor.* \nOn which thought the TV exploded, along with the lighbulbs and the PS4 console. *Whoopsies.* \n\nTala knew deep down inside that the power surge that had caused all the electronics to blow up had come from her, though she kept that thought to herself as she stood up and worked to stem the chaos she'd caused. \n\n*Nobody needs to know and maintenance will just say it was one of the usual power surges that hit Metro Manla because of our power-plant problems.* \n\n\"All right, people, let's stay steady and leave the room calmly, single file to the door,\" she said out loud. \"We know the drill.\" \n\n \n\nSaturday morning was awash in heavy rain as Tala picked her way through the bowels of the Baclaran public market. She had a live chicken in a cage, its glossy feathers all totally black (she'd checked and the fowl balked and pecked her hard when she inspected it's tailfeathers). \n\n*Ginger root. Check. Moringa leaves. Check. Unripe papaya. Check. Bird's eye chilies. Check. Peppercorns. Check. Sea salt. Check. That's it for the wet market, then.* \n\nTala had found the almost transparent spatter of Tikbalang come on her sliding doors \n\nShe browsed among the spices and herbs as she waited for the downpour to let up, as most tropical rainshowers did this time of year. She would head on down to the Redemptorist Church, or rather, behind it, where a middle-aged Chinese lady sold hand-dipped beeswax candles at a reasonable price out of a tiny makeshift stall. She'd get herself more lavender incense, perhaps some verbena and sage sticks, too, in case she needed them. \n\nOnce the rain had eased, she'd made her way to the little shop, haggled as the *tindera* expected, and wound up with a bottle of ginseng root in rice wine—allaway froh Xiamen, *iha*, the Chinese storekeep boasted—and an oblong carbon-steel amulet graven with an eye within a triangle, within the spokes of rays. \n\n\"It will keep you safe from the *malignos*, evil spirits,\" the Chinese matron in her faded denim apron and gaudy floral print dress told Tala, her chinky black eyes darting behind her customer time and again. \n\n\"There is a maligno following you. He is very big. Suzy knows this,\" the woman said as she pressed the talisman into Tala's hand and wrapped her fingers around it despite Tala's raised eyebrows. \"You are what the Filipino call Baylan, *ano*? I can feel it. So can he. You take and you use. Is a very old *anting-anting*. Very strong.\" \n\nWith that Suzy the storekeep turned away and put Tala's payment into an old-fashioned cash register and wrote out a receipt. She handed Tala several dried *katatataka* leaves in a small ziploc bag along with the receipt. \"You will need this if the *maligno* bites you, to keep you here on our side of *Lupa*. We are *Taga-Lupa*, we do not belong in their world.\" \n\n\"What do you mean if the *maligno* bites me?\" Tala's unencumbered hand went up to her neck as she asked Suzy this question. Her fingers fluttered over the hickeys and bite marks on her neck beneath her blouse. \n\n\"The maligno kidnap *Taga-Lupa* two ways: They either bite you and break the skin, or they feed you things that have grown in their world,\" Suzy said, clucking in disapproval over Tala's ignorance. \"Then you will follow them no matter what your mind tells you. You are *Baylan*. You should know this. You should have *anting-anting, oraciones,* the works. Because maligno like kidnapping Baylans. This is why there are so few of you now.\" \n\nShaking her head at Tala's befuddlement, Suzy espostulated: \"Hala*, just do as I say. If the maligno bites you, you soak these leaves in hot water and press them to the places where the skin is broken.You have a book with you, do you not? Something written by an ancestor? Something only you can read? Read it.\" \n\nSuzy began muttering in Fookien under her breath and lit joss sticks that she waved in Tala's wake as Tala left her store with eyebrows still cocked high. \n\n \n\nIt was well past noon by the time Tala got home. She set down the scandalously squawking chicken and her other purchases on the kitchen counter, half-filled her largest stockpot and set it on the stove to boil. \n\nTala picked up the bundle of candles wrapped in an old edition of the Chinese *United Daily News* tallboy newspaper and, glancing on the bookmarked page of the Bestiario, set them out in the middle of her *sala*, which she had cleared of furniture. \n\nShe took out the *salop* of salt, slit it open, set it on the counter and took a handful of the salt and put it in a glass bowl on the kitchen counter. Then she took the rest of the salt and made a circle around the candles she'd positioned according to Beatriz's dictum. \n\nTala prepared the vegetables and opened a bag of red rice before drawing her trusty, sand-weighted Solingen chef's knife and giving the blade a firm kiss. Then she opened the basket, grabbed the *ulikba* by its fat neck with both her hands and wrung it, whispering apologies and thanks to the frantically-jerking fowl as it died. \n\nShe dropped the dead chicken into the boiling water, rolling it with a long-handled slotted spoon to ensure the bird got properly soaked. She pulled on a pair of pink silicone oven mitts and, thus protected pulled the chicken out and laid it on a pile of kitchen towels. \n\nTala set about plucking the bird, draining its blood and adding that to the handful of red rice she'd placed in another glass bowl on the counter. She dressed the fowl out using her memories of the process from visits to Guimaras at fiesta time and reduced the chicken to its birdy-parts. \n\nShe put the head and feet in the center of the salt circle and candles and set its feathers out to dry on the *bilao*-the round threshing tray most Filipino households use to sort pebbles and palay grains from milled rice. \n\nBy the time she was done, the sky was turning orange and lavender. Sunset. The time to begin her chicken soup ritual had come. \n\nTala emptied the stock pot into her sink and refilled it with water from the tap. She put the pot on the stove, tossed in the ginger, onions, mashed garlic and chicken, kissed a the handful of salt she'd reserved and sprinkled it into the pot, following up with peppercorns and chilies. \n\nThe papaya and moringa leaves would follow in about 30 minutes and she'd let the magic tinola cook another 20 minutes before turning the stove off. Then she'd begin her ritual and change her stars. \n\n \n\nTala stripped naked and laid her clothes on the sofa behind her. She took the amulet Suzy the storekeep had pressed into her hand, unfurled its black leather thong and put it on. \n\nThe carbon-steel talisman glinted dully as she moved to extinguish the overhead lights and began lighting the black candles, then the white ones. \n\nThe Baylan in Tala took over, her confidence now solid as she carefully scattered the *ulikba* feathers within the circle. between and around the candles. \n\nShe knelt before the chicken head and feet and began to chant the *oraciones* for protection, the spells claiming her birthright of knowledge, the paeans of thanks to the Old Gods for her innate power with her hands raised to the ceiling, palms up and cupped to hold her magic. \n\nSpeaking in old Tagalog, the ancient form and not the modern slang that is so commonly used, Tala called the Tikbalang to her with a chanting rhyme as new and as ancient as all Baylan spells are: \n\n*Do not hide in shadow \n\nYou will not succeed. \n\nYour plenty will be fallow \n\nIf my call you do not heed. \n\nI am Baylan, you will come to me \n\nI am Baylan, you will not be free \n\nUntil you manifest and allow me astride \n\nTake me for my desired ride. \n\nBring me fortune, power, treasure and gold \n\nI bind you to suffer my brutal hold.* \n\nTala took up the chicken head, squeezing its throat and calling on her sympathetic magic to transform that neck into her Tikbalang's neck. She set it down between a black candle and a white candle, picked up the chicken feet and continued her chant. \n\n*Your hooves will bring you to my domain \n\nWhen I say and when I deign \n\nYou will bow your head and let fall your mane. \n\nThence shall I pluck the first golden hair \n\nAnd give you pleasure in an exchange most fair. \n\nMy second call will be louder still \n\nYou will bend even more to my will. \n\nTurn about and bend yourself over \n\nWilling or no, you will not recover \n\nThe hair of gold I will have without fail \n\nFrom your lush and beautiful tail. \n\nBut protest not for I do bargain \n\nAnother night of your bliss without wane \n\nYou will be sated, I will be stronger \n\nYou will love me even more than ever.* \n\nFinally, Tala took nine of the black feathers and tied them in a bunch with one long lock of her hair and sealed it with hot wax from a black, then a white candle. \n\nShe ran the feathers over her skin, making electric trails up and down each arm, each leg, circling the light caresses to raise goosebumps of pleasure over her skin. \n\nTala brought the the feathers to her breasts, caressed and teased her nipples until they stood achingly erect. She visualized Buhawi on the sofa, watching her by the dark reflection on her freshly-cleaned sliding doors. \n\nThe *Baylan* pleasured her cunt with the feathers, holding the labia open as she swept the black softness around and around her clitoris, dipping into her wetness and back again to that knot of nerves until a soft crescendo played through her body. \n\nShe imagined Buhawi pulling his cock out of his pants and stroking because he just couldn't help himself. But he could not come yet, and he would not touch her no matter how horny for her he was. \n\nTala brought herself higher and higher with that brush of feathers, closer to the orgasm she sought. As she came her voice swelled with the closing verse of her spell, the power coursing through her body and into the words. \n\nIn her fantasy, Buhawi, too, was coming, his fist pumping furiously, gripping his magnificent cock as he spurted hot, white come all over her breasts and thighs, directly onto her clit and making her orgasm even more intense. \n\n*Come to me, open your thighs \n\nBring your ari even with my eyes \n\nThat I might pluck the last golden hair \n\nWhile on my knees within my lair. \n\nI will win this, doubt that not \n\nYou will then know just how hot \n\nThis joining will be, how elemental \n\nHow you were at birth held and shall \n\nRemain so to be mine alone until \n\nI choose to release you from my will.* \n\nPanting from the chanting and her orgasm, Tala sagged to her butt on the floor. She'd been straining her body into an arc limned by the candles' glow. \n\nThe power surging through her had ebbed, contracted back into her body to throb slowly, steadily in that part of a woman now called the Grafenberg spot. \n\nShe slowly put out the candles and swept up the floor, putting everything in biodegradable trash bags ready for dumping down the building's trash chute. \n\nWithout bothering to get dressed, Tala took a bowl of the *tinola* and some fish sauce for dipping, scooped some hot white rice and ate her magic meal with gusto and in silence. The ginger-laced soup soothed her throat and the chicken meat filled her belly quite nicely. She cleaned up, put the excess food in the refrigerator and headed for a shower and then bed. \n\n*Take that, nasty Tikbalang. I'll be fucking you back and over soon enough. Meet me in the dream if you dare.* These were Tala's last coherent thoughts as she fell asleep, girded well now to give as well as she'd gotten."
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"value": "### Title: Part 1 - Hatchling by starbtle\n\n### Tags: Adventure, Dragoness, Fantasy, No-Yiff\n\n**Characters**\n\nThe narrator is a female dragon, the youngest of her siblings and the only one to survive an attack by knights. She is initially timid but grows more confident as she explores the forest with her friend Gwen. Her father, Cloud, is a protective and caring figure who distrusts humans and his brother, Seth. Uncle Seth is a complex character, kind to the narrator but also unpredictable and dangerous, especially when around humans or female dragons. Gwen is a faun, half-human and half-animal, who becomes the narrator's first friend. They share a mutual curiosity and fear, which eventually turns into a strong bond. Other important characters include Star, the narrator's late sister, and Cyrus, a human friend of Seth who is disliked by Cloud.\n\n**Plot**\n\nIn a world where dragons are not loved by humans, the narrator, a female dragon, hatches late from her mother's clutch of eggs. She grows up in a small family with her father, Cloud, and uncle, Seth, along with four brothers. Her mother had died before she hatched, and one of her siblings, Star, was killed by human adventurers. Uncle Seth, though kind to the narrator, has strange friends and even stranger behaviors, especially around humans. He often brings humans and female dragons to their cave, causing tension with Cloud.\n\nOne day, while Cloud is out hunting and Seth is away with Cyrus, a group of knights attacks their cave. The narrator's three brothers are killed, and she barely survives. Cloud, enraged by the loss and Seth's negligence, attacks Seth upon his return. Both dragons survive, but Cloud decides to leave with the narrator, moving to a forest filled with various creatures. There, the narrator meets Gwen, a faun, and they become friends, exploring the forest together. The narrator learns about the world and grows more confident, while Cloud keeps a watchful eye on the humans and the mention of Seth in conversations with other magical creatures."
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"value": "Our mother laid 12 eggs. 6 of us hatched, the others did not. At first it seemed only five would hatch, I was a week late. Which is normal for dragons. The others were destroyed; they never had a chance to hatch.\n\nI only knew four of my siblings. One, the first-born had died shortly after birth. She had been named Star, being black with a silver star on her forehead. My uncle said I was an incarnation of her, seeing I was silver with a black star on my forehead, but as I grew the star faded.\n\nOur family was small, only my father Cloud, uncle Seth, and my four brothers. My mother had died before I had hatched. We were a close family, except my uncle. My father didn't have much love for him. If he wasn't my father's brother they would have cast him out, or killed him witch was much the same thing in those parts. Dragons aren't much loved by humans and other such creatures. There was at least one Knight a week coming into our section of the forest.\n\nI liked uncle Seth; he was very kind to me. As I grew, he took interest in me, being the only female in the clutch. He had female dragons around a lot, you could always tell because his behavior would be very strange. When ever he got into one of his \"moods\" my father would make him leave our cave until he took care of his urges, keeping me as far away from him as was dragonly possible.\n\nUncle had strange friends, many of these female dragons, some times a male, and some humans too. One being a man named Cyrus. Father never cared for Cyrus.\n\n\"Seth, I've told you about bringing humans to our cave. Think of the hatchlings!\"\n\n\"Oh, don't worry so much. I've known Cyrus since I was barley out of my egg. He's a good lad, and he won't do anything to hurt the young ones. You worry too much. Just because a party of adventures killed Star doesn't mean every human in these parts will attack you. Think about it, wouldn't it be better to have some human friends to keep those who would hurt us away?\"\n\nAt that my father had nothing to reply, and let the argument die. I stayed close to my father when Cyrus was around. My uncle acted even stranger when there were humans around, even worse then when he had a female. He would watch me, and it scared me.\n\nWhen I was a little older, a group of knights came upon our cave. Father was out hunting, and Uncle had left us alone to talk with Cyrus. My brothers, being about a year old now were large enough to fight, or at least they thought they were. I hid in one of the back caves while they defended our home.\n\nFather came back too late, the knights had slain all three of my brothers and taken their heads as a trophy. He found me hiding shortly after, glad I was alive, but saddened by the loss of our family, his feelings turned to rage when I told him of how uncle had left us right before we had been attacked.\n\nWhen Seth returned, father attacked. I had never seen two dragons fight together, and I hope I never again. Both were wounded, and both survived...\n\nMy father picked me up and took me away. I was still small, even for a female, so he could still carry me easily. We moved to a forest full of creatures. There were many small animals like rabbits and squirrels, some times foxes, wild cats, and wolves would come as well. Other dragons and magical creatures would often come, mostly speaking with father about what humans were doing, how close they were getting to our forest, and other things like that. Often I would hear Seth's name, but never caught more than that.\n\nIt was there that I met a Faun. She was the first creature I had ever seen that was half animal and half human... I was scared at first, thinking her a human, and she was scared of my being a dragon. We laughed at that fear later, I was never sure which of us was the more scared.\n\nIt was good having a friend, for Gwen the faun was my first friend. We would travel through the forest, exploring as far as we were allowed. Some times when we would travel far Gwen would grow tired. When that happened we rested, and sometimes I even let her ride upon my back, between my wings.\n\nTo Be Continued..."
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"value": "### Title: The Cost of Life pt. 1 - Loyalty by Victor Dachs\n\n### Tags: Brothers, Capture, Death, Female, Gay, Love, Male, Panther, Sci-Fi, Straight, Tiger, War, fighter pilot, husband\n\n### Characters\n\n**Jake**: A tiger anthro and a renowned fighter pilot in the military. He is married to Callie and has a daughter named Sasha. Jake is known for his exceptional skills and has received the Medal of Honor. He has a complex relationship with his brother-in-law, Chris, due to past events.\n\n**Callie**: A tigress anthro and Jake's wife. She is a loving and supportive partner, often worrying about Jake's safety during his missions. Callie is also close to Jeremy, Jake's brother.\n\n**Sasha**: Jake and Callie's young daughter. She is innocent and full of joy, unaware of the complexities of war. She loves her father deeply and enjoys spending time with her uncle Jeremy.\n\n**Jeremy**: A tiger anthro and Jake's older brother. He is the second-in-command of the military and married to Chris. Jeremy is deeply caring and tries to balance his love for his brother and his mate, often acting as a mediator between them.\n\n**Chris**: A panther anthro and the Commander of Troops in the military. He is married to Jeremy and has a complex past with Jake. Chris struggles with his leadership role and the weight of his past decisions, particularly a mission that resulted in significant losses for Jake's team.\n\n**Tracy (Lieutenant Gardener)**: A wolf anthro and Jake's copilot. She is efficient, reliable, and has a playful, joking personality. Tracy has a close friendship with Jake and is aware of the dynamics between Jake and Chris.\n\n### Plot\n\nJake, a renowned fighter pilot, wakes up on the last day of his leave, spending quality time with his wife Callie and daughter Sasha before returning to duty. Meanwhile, Jeremy, Jake's brother, discusses his concerns with his mate Chris, the Commander of Troops, about Chris's reluctance to meet Jake and Callie due to past events. Jeremy visits Jake's family, updating Jake on an upcoming dangerous mission involving genetically enhanced rebel pilots. The mission is top secret and will be challenging, but Jake's unit is chosen for their exceptional skills.\n\nJeremy returns home to discuss the mission with Chris, who feels guilty about his past decisions and the strain they have put on his relationship with Jake. Jeremy reassures Chris of his love and support, encouraging him to continue his leadership role despite the challenges. Back at the base, Jake briefs his unit on the mission, highlighting the threats posed by the genetically enhanced pilots and the importance of their task. Tracy, Jake's copilot, prepares his fighter and discusses the mission with him, showing her support and friendship.\n\nAs the mission details are released to other intelligence sections, Callie visits Jeremy to express her concerns about the mission's simplicity and the potential risks. Jeremy explains the rebels' ideologies and the possible genetic enhancements of the pilots, reassuring Callie of Jake's capabilities. Despite the complexities and dangers, the focus remains on the importance of the mission and the trust in Jake's skills to succeed."
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"value": "Jake rolled over in the bed to find that his wife's side was empty. She always did wake up earlier than him. He never understood how she could be active that early in the morning. He never did enjoy the mornings, and was especially rueful to wake up this day, as it would be the end of his leave, and his time with his family. Yawning, he kicked his feet over to the side and pushed himself out of the bed. Every part of him wanted to go back to the warm blankets and sleep more, but he wanted to get the most out of his last day home. Scuffing his footpaws on the floor, he slowly made his way to the kitchen, from which the inviting smells of breakfast that he didn't notice before emanated. When he finally reached the doorway to the kitchen, he saw his tigress in front of the stove.\n\n\"Morning Callie,\" He had to stifle a yawn to say anything, making the bed seem that much more enticing.\n\n\"Hey there, honey. Get good sleep?\" She smiled up at him with the smile that he fell in love with. He had always said that she could probably get anything with that smile, but of course, she either never believed him, or was too modest to admit it.\n\n\"Eh, about as good as possible. Is Sasha up yet?\"\n\n\"No, I haven't woken her yet. You know how she gets when she wakes up and breakfast isn't instantly on the table,\" She chuckled, turning her attentions back to the sizzling bacon on the stove. \"Actually I'm about done here, so you can go wake her if you want.\"\n\n\"Alright, babe,\" He walked slowly up to Callie, putting an arm around her waist, and pulled her into a deep kiss. \"Smells really good by the way.\"\n\nCallie chuckled, \"Me or the food?\"\n\n\"Hmm. Both.\" Jake smiled at her, then started the slow shuffling down the hallway to their daughter's room, yawning almost the whole way there. He paused at her door, admiring the crayon coloring taped to it. She had drawn it the night before. It showed her rendition of them: three stick figures holding hands, with the stripes on each of them almost so dominant that they didn't even look like tigers much, even badly drawn ones. He had to smile. Despite the lack of artistic talent that it seemed to blare, to him it was one of the most beautiful works of art. Just by looking at it, he could see the innocence in the hand that drew it. Every passing day he thought about that. About the war, and about his daughter. She knew that he was a fighter pilot, but she didn't have a care in the world about the civil war that tore the federation in two, and promised to end many lives. She didn't even know the real meaning of war. She was uncorrupted by the world. It made him wish he could keep her that way. It seemed these days that joy was nigh unattainable. Yet he saw it every day in his daughter. Even when he would leave, she would still carry it, because she knew he was coming home, even if he didn't know himself. He shook his head slightly to interrupt his train of thought. He always did that when he was about to leave, would take everything and think about it. About how much would change, how much would stay the same. He always tried to take everything out of life, it made the prospect of dying a little less cumbersome. He slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open to look upon the face of his daughter, peacefully sleeping. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and with his paw, stroked her hair lightly. Feeling the touch, Sasha rolled over and blinked her eyes. She looked into his eyes and stretched out, yawning.\n\n\"Do you have to leave today, daddy?\" She asked with that perfectly innocent and beautiful voice she had.\n\n\"Yes, sweetheart. They need me back on my base.\" He said softly, smiling. \"Come on, mommy's got breakfast made.\"\n\n \n\nJeremy poured the black coffee into the travel mug he had brought out. Mornings were always such a chore for him. Taking the mug, he went over to the table where his mate sat, reading the newspaper. Kissing the panther lightly on top of the head, he took the chair next to him, sipping lightly at the hot liquid in the mug.\n\n\"Morning hon.\" Jeremy greeted. Chris folded the newspaper he was reading, and set it on the table. He reached his arm around the tiger's shoulders and pulled him over onto his bare chest, kissing him on the forehead.\n\n\"Mornin. You going to see your brother?\" The panther rumbled, holding his mate close.\n\n\"Yeah. Today's his last day on leave. Are you sure you don't want to come?\"\n\n\"I can't, hon. Too much work.\" Chris complained.\n\n\"Bullshit. It's Sunday,\" Jeremy put his hand on the big panther's chest, and pushed himself up to look him in the eyes. \"We've been together five years now. You've never gone to meet them despite all their invitations. Jake doesn't get leave much these days, and you're blowing the chance to *finally* meet my family.\"\n\nChris let out a deep sigh, and lowered his head in what seemed to be shame. \"It's... Well... I know who they are, and I know they're not my biggest fans. That brother of yours, especially. I know how much you care about your family, and I don't want to be the thorn in that side.\"\n\n\"That's because they only know you as General Brightman, the unforgiving, hard, demanding commander of troops; not as Chris, the loving, caring, gentle love of my life.\" Jeremy laid his head back down on the panther's chest, nuzzling slightly.\n\n\"If you don't remember, I was there at the Medal of Honor ceremony for your brother. I shook his hand and he did nothing but stare at me coldly. There was no 'brother-in-law' sentiment behind those eyes.\"\n\n\"Yeah, because the whole reason he got that medal was because of the mission you planned that ended up killing half his team.\" Chris abruptly turned away, but Jeremy put his hand on the panther's shoulder, \"Of course he was mad at you. But, Chris, that was three years ago. It's in the past. Sure, he may have disagreed with other things you've done too, but he's disagreed with me many a time over decisions I've had to make as Lieutenant General. I'm pretty sure that I'm not his favorite either, and I'm his older brother.\" He gave his mate a slight squeeze on the shoulder as the panther turned to face him once more.\n\n\"It may be in the past for him, but for me... It was the biggest mistake I had ever made in my years of service. I sent over two thousand troops to their deaths in one fell swoop. And for what? Nothing. A lousy piece of shit intel that gave me a hunch. I can hardly hear his name without thinking about what I did to him.\"\n\n\"It still haunts you,\" Jeremy could see the pain behind his mate's eyes. \" Sometimes it's a wonder how you give off such a commanding presence at work, when here... You know you can talk to me. I know how stoic you can get sometimes, but it's better to let it out. I care for you. I *love* you.\" Jeremy pulled the panther close to him and gave him a deep kiss. The panther returned the kiss emphatically, putting both arms around him and pulling them closer together, pressing his mouth harder. Sometimes Jeremy forgot how much Chris needed him. He had always been an image of strength to the troops, but ever since he got promoted to Commander of Troops, his emotions became a wreck. To everyone else he was seen as an asshole, putting it lightly. Jeremy knew better.\n\n\"I love you too, Jeremy,\" Chris said once their kiss broke. \"More than anything. I want to make you happy, but I don't want to get between you and your brother.\" Jeremy nodded reluctantly and went back to his coffee, keeping an eye on his mate, who seemed to be having a bit of trouble revisiting that memory. He may not have been there, but he made the decision.\n\n*Sometimes*, Jeremy thought, *that can be worse.*\n\n \n\nJeremy opened the door to his brother's house, peeking his head in. \"Knock knock!\" He said, pushing the door open the rest of the way.\n\n\"Uncle Jeremy!\" An excited voice said, followed by the soft footsteps of his niece, running toward him. Jeremy picked her up in his arms, and gave her a hug.\n\n\"Hey Sasha. How's my favorite niece?\"\n\n\"I'm fiiine,\" She said, blushing under her fur and smiling at him. He noticed one of her teeth was missing.\n\n\"Oh, did you lose your first baby tooth?\" He asked her with an excited tone in his voice.\n\n\"Yep! I'm not a baby anymore!\"\n\nJeremy chuckled, \"You have to lose them all before you're not a baby,\" He teased, \"but I guess you're on your way. I'm going to have to find another name to call you instead of baby girl, huh?\" Sasha giggled in his arms. \"Did you get a visit by the tooth fairy?\"\n\n\"Of course she did.\" Jeremy looked up to see his sister-in-law standing in the doorway ahead of them, smiling at the conversation he was having.\n\n\"Hey Callie,\" Jeremy put Sasha down and walked over to Callie, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. \"How have you been?\"\n\n\"Can't complain. Sasha's always glad to see you. You should come visit more often.\"\n\n\"Hah, I would if I could. Being second in command of the military and being married to the first in command is a lot of work, you know.\"\n\nCallie chuckled at the remark. \"I'm sure you could find the time. She always misses her father when he's gone, and it'd be nice to have you as a male figure for her at those times.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I don't know how great of a role model I'd be, especially trying to fill Jakes shoes. Speaking of Jake, is he around?\"\n\n\"Oh I'm sure you'd be a good second-place. He's in the shower, should be out soon.\" She smiled at him. \"Chris still being Chris?\"\n\nJeremy sighed, \"Yeah. He still thinks he'd be persecuted to no end by you two. Sometimes I think the guy's slowly shutting himself in to keep his leadership image, as much as I love him. He'll only go out with the people that approve of him, which seem to only be the ones directly under him. Well, and me of course.\" He snickered.\n\n\"One of these days you should drag him over here without his knowing. Sasha's been asking about her other uncle recently, and sadly I don't have anything to really say about the man. He's so distant to us.\"\n\n\"Well he's not very used to family. If you remember, he lost most all of his during the uprising, and the rest are with the rebels. I don't know if he even knows how to be in a family anymore.\"\n\n\"He can't be that out of touch with it. I don't think you're the one that'd stay with someone that's distant to you.\"\n\nJeremy nodded, \"He's not distant with me at all, but it's almost like he doesn't want anyone else to be in his life right now. He's really hard to read sometimes, and I really don't know what all of this is about on his side. Maybe one day I can figure it out.\"\n\n\"Hey Jeremy,\" He heard his brother say from the other hallway, he scuffled in wearing a loose shirt and shorts, his fur still damp from the shower, holding a towel.\n\n\"Hey bro,\" Jeremy said, giving his brother a hug. \"So excited to see me you couldn't dry off first?\" He chuckled.\n\n\"Hah. No, just wanted to make you smell like wet fur, is all.\"\n\n\"Well thanks.\" They both laughed.\n\n\"So did General Brightman have something more important to do on a Sunday than visit his brother-in-law.\"\n\n\"Christ, you two are both so touchy about that, aren't you?\" Jake only shrugged and laughed in reply. \"Anyway, mind if I chat with you a bit, Jake?\"\n\n\"Sure,\" Jake replied, \"excuse us hon, but apparently what Jeremy has to say is too top secret for military intelligence.\"\n\nCallie laughed, \"Oh Jake, you know if it's anything big, I'll hear about it on duty tomorrow. Go have your little chat, I'll make up some coffee. Want some Jeremy?\"\n\n\"Ah, no thanks. I brought my own.\" Jeremy smiled back at Callie, then followed Jake to the bedroom, where they could talk. \"Jake, I just wanted to talk to you some. It seems you're going to be getting in a lot thicker than you're used to.\"\n\nJake's face grew more serious, \"How thick?\"\n\n\"Well it's not much of a secret anymore that the rebels are up to something new. What people don't know is that they're changing their tactics. They've taken the Silas moon system already.\"\n\n\"Wait. How did they manage that? And why hasn't everyone heard about it?\"\n\n\"No one heard about it because the federation doesn't want people to hear about it. And they did it with a more organized force than they've ever launched at us. Black ops intel suggests that they've been training a new force for years. Not only that, there are rumors of these fighters being manipulated genetically. This is why we don't want people to know. Not even Headquarters intelligence.\"\n\n\"If this is so secret, why the hell are you telling me?\"\n\n\"Because soon it will be released. Maybe not to the public, but reports are probably going to start trickling down the ranks soon. Also... Well, Chris is thinking about sending your unit, so I thought you should know.\"\n\nJake looked at the floor, \"Thinking? Or practically already sent.\"\n\nJeremy knew better than to sugar coat with his brother. The two had been close most of their lives. He let out a small sigh, and sadness started to sneak out in his voice. \"Practically sent.\"\n\n\"I knew it. He never stops with us. I don't see how you can be with someone like that.\"\n\n\"Hey, Your unit is the best group of fighter pilots we have, yourself included. I can't blame Chris for choosing you for that reason. And you don't know him like I do. The main reason he doesn't ever want to come with me here is because he doesn't think he can face you for what he'd done to you on Kaldraga. He's a caring man, Jake. You just can't see it while he's playing General.\"\n\n\"Well excuse me if I don't jump for joy about his caring.\" Jake replied, almost snarling.\n\n\"Jake, please don't talk about Chris like that. I'm not asking you to love him, but please, I do love him, and he loves me. I don't want your distrust of him clouding our relationship as family.\"\n\nJake sighed, \"I'm sorry, I just can't see him in that light like you can. Maybe if he'd visit, I could know what he's like normally, but I guess he's too much of a chicken shit to face his past.\"\n\n\"Jake.\" Jeremy replied loudly, \"I asked you to *please* stop saying shit like that about him. I'm not going to sit here and have my husband ridiculed in front of me by my own brother. Now,\" he tried to calm his voice down, \"if that's all you have to say about the matter, we can go in and join Callie. I just wanted to warn you of what was coming to you. You're not going to have much time to prepare once the decision is finalized.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I guess I'm done. And thanks, Jer.\"\n\nJeremy stood up and hugged Jake tight, \"I love you Jake. I don't want to lose any more family over this war, so be careful.\"\n\nJake returned the hug, \"I love you too bro. I'll be as careful as I can. You visit Callie more while I'm gone. It's hard on her when she knows I'm going into something more dangerous. And if she does find out about this, she might have a heart attack without someone here.\"\n\n\"I will, Jake. I promise.\"\n\n \n\nChris turned from his computer at the sound of the apartment door opening. Jeremy walked through the door and set his keys on the nightstand. He walked over to the living room couch and seemed to almost fall into it, never saying a word to his mate.\n\n\"Jake leave already?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" Chris could tell that Jeremy was distraught over something, and he thought he knew what it was.\n\n\"You told him, didn't you?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"And Callie?\"\n\n\"No, she'll find out later. She probably wouldn't let him leave if she knew now.\"\n\nChris moved over to the couch and sat next to his mate, pulling him down to his chest in a soft embrace. He nuzzled his mate to try to comfort him, \"What did he say about it?\"\n\nJeremy paused a few moments, and Chris could already tell where it was going, \"Well he insulted you for a good spell, then once I finally got him to stop he really didn't have anything else to say about it.\"\n\n\"I figured. I told you that he's still holding on to his distaste of me.\"\n\n\"It's not even that, Chris. They just don't know you like I do, and they want to. They keep dwelling on the fact that you've never come to meet them, that's their main problem with you.\"\n\nChris felt a sharp pain of guilt when he heard Jeremy say that. He had always avoided them due to his mistakes in the past, and now he was making it even worse, \"I'm sorry, hon. It's like there's nothing I can do. If I don't go over there, they resent me for being cold to them, and if I do, they'll resent me for being the asshole I am.\"\n\nJeremy slammed the side of his fist into Chris' chest, who grunted with the shock and pain. He might have been stronger than the tiger in his arms, but that tiger could still pack a mean punch. \"You're not an asshole. You've never been an asshole to me.\"\n\n\"Yeah, but I've been an asshole to your brother, at least that's how he sees it. I don't have the capacity to be an asshole to you, I love you too much, but send your best unit on too many dangerous missions and you're an asshole. Maybe I should just retire, there's too much 'please the people' politics nowadays. Even in the damn military.\"\n\n\"I don't think you made the wrong choice this time. They are the best unit we have, and this is going to be a hard mission, we need the best. As far as retiring, forget it. You're one of the best leaders in the military, at least one of the highest rated. Plus, you've been in so long, I doubt you could make it as a civilian,\" Jeremy leaned up for a deep kiss, \"Keep doing what you're good at. You can't please everyone, but you could help us win this damn war.\"\n\n\"I'm not sure if I know how.\"\n\n\"You'll figure it out, I'm sure.\"\n\n\"You're way too optimistic for me sometimes, you know that?\" Chris hugged his mate closer, rubbing his back slowly.\n\n\"Well one of us has to be. You're too pessimistic for me sometimes, too. We balance each other out,\" Jeremy smiled up at his mate, then rested his head back on the big panther's chest.\n\n \n\n\"Welcome back, sir,\" Lieutenant Gardener said to Jake, popping a salute. Jake returned the salute to the vixen before taking the documents that she was holding.\n\n\"Thank you Tracy,\" Jake read over the orders that were passed to his unit, they were exactly what he expected to find. \"We've got some work to do. Get all the pilots and copilots in the briefing room.\"\n\n\"Roger that sir.\" She smiled. Jake watched as the wolf sped away to muster everyone for the brief. It was going to be a long day, he could feel it. He had only been back on duty for three hours, and already had been visited by just about everyone in his immediate command. It sucked being well known around here sometimes, everyone wanted to put in their own salutations. He walked over to the briefing room, where he knew everyone would already be. He led some of the best pilots to ever fly, and they knew it, always ready for a mission. Entering the doorway, he was greeted with numerous 'Good morning, sir's, and 'Welcome back's. He took his spot behind the lone podium.\n\n\"Good morning, everyone. As you can tell I'm back, and it seems I'm right on time. We have a new mission. The information I'm passing to you is top secret, so you all know what that means. Earlier this month, the Silas moon system was taken by the rebels,\" Jake saw all the eyes in the room widen in shock, \"The moons have become somewhat of a forward operating base for the rebels. According to the intel I had received, they're boasting a much more lethal force than we've seen before. They have two Battlecarrier class ships, which each carry sixty fighters. These are the older X-88 fighter models, with no stealth, so the command believes we can take them easier with our XM-25 fighters. There is one large difference. Black ops intel is telling us that the pilots are genetically enhanced,\" Jake paused as excited murmurs crawled around the room. Genetic enhancement had been illegal for use on sentient beings for about a century in the Federation, but it seemed the rebels decided to create a new war machine with them. \"The efficiency of these pilots have yet to be seen, but their responses will most likely be instant, like we're fighting extremely intelligent machines. This is why we were chosen. We are the best pilots in the Federation, we should be able to match the skill of these genetically altered ones. The intel we have right now is very fuzzy on what they have as far as a base on the moons, but our task is to raze everything. We'll be taking with us one AE-22 bomber to help us with that task. Fifty fighters and one bomber in our hands should be adequate for this task. Moonside defenses will probably be fairly sparce and weak. The Battlecarriers are equipped with SS-550s, which won't do much damage to our shields. It should be an easy run for us. We move at 1300 sharp. Hyperdrive will be activated at 1315. You know the drill.\"\n\nOnce Jake had finished, everyone scrambled out of their seats to change into their flight suits and go to their fighters. Jake lingered on, knowing that his would already be prepped for him. Gardener, his copilot, always prepped it before he could get there. He knew she was interested in him, but she never really advanced upon him. He guessed that since he was married, she would content herself with doing everything she could for him. She quickly became one of his best friends in the unit, but of course, that always happened with pilots and copilots.\n\nAfter a moment, he decided to head over to Gardener and his fighter. It was prepped and ready for flight just as he expected. Gardener was climbing down the ladder from the cockpit when she saw him and smiled.\n\n\"Everything's ready for you, sir.\"\n\n\"It always is,\" Jake chuckled. \"What do you think about the mission?\"\n\n\"Well it seems simple enough, though those genetically enhanced pilots... We'll have to see if they work as well as they're hyped up to. It seems your brother-in-law's got a hardn for you, what with all the crazy missions he always puts us on.\" She laughed, having been one of the pilots that survived the fiasco at Kaldraga, and being intimately familiar with the type of operations they always seemed to be sent on.\n\n\"No,\" he laughed in response, \"his hardn's for my brother, you should know that. He just wants to get me out of the way.\"\n\nTracy laughed even harder at that, \"Aw, you know as well as I do that nothing in this war can take you down,\" She said jokingly. \"Of course, that could be why they made the genetically enhanced pilots. Just for you.\"\n\nHe smiled and just shook his head, \"You've got a twisted sense of humor, you know that?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I get that a lot. Anyway, you gonna get in or am I gonna have to fly this baby myself?\"\n\n\"I'll fly,\" he chuckled, \"If you fly, you won't have my invincibility protecting you.\"\n\nShe laughed back and stood aside as he climbed the ladder up to the cockpit and strapped in.\n\n \n\nJeremy sighed as he read the intel documents on his brother's mission. He knew that a few minutes ago they had passed it to the other intel sections throughout headquarters, and knew that very shortly, Callie would be coming in his office about it. It happened almost every time Jake was sent on a dangerous mission - not that he could blame her, he would probably do the same thing if it was Chris going out there. True to word, he heard a soft knock on his open door and saw Callie standing there, worry seemingly plastered on her face.\n\n\"Come on in, Callie; close the door if you want.\" She did so, walking to the seat in front of his desk and sitting in it after she closed the open door to his office.\n\n\"So what's the catch?\" She asked simply.\n\n\"What do you mean?\" He replied, somewhat bewildered by her question.\n\n\"I mean, it seems too simple.\"\n\n\"Ah. Well, it is fairly simple, really. The only big factor is the genetic manipulations, and the unknown efficiency of the pilots in question. That's why we had to send his unit; they're the best at what they do.\"\n\n\"I know they are, but the thing that's worrying me is that they were able to take over the Silas system by themselves. That system was heavily guarded.\"\n\n\"Heavily guarded, yes. *Efficiently* guarded, no. The automated turrets at that outpost were quite dated and slow. We never thought of upgrading them since that route had long since been regarded as the worst possible entrance for the rebels. I'm sure that just Jake's pilots could get through those without much damage done to their fighters, much less a genetically enhanced force. How they managed to fly around to get in that position I'll never know, but now that they have it, they have a strong foothold on attacking us.\"\n\n\"I know... It just seems a bit much for a unit of that size to be able to pull it off. Taking over an outpost isn't the simplest job ever.\"\n\n\"True, but you have to think about the force we're fighting. The rebels themselves are idealists, not only ready to die for their independence, but taking huge risks to try to root us out of power. Add that to the fact that these pilots were genetically altered, I wouldn't be surprised to find that they would have been bred to conquer fear and hopelessness, making them able to perform missions other men would think of as suicide, and not care at all if one or more of them falls in the process.\"\n\n\"I see... Still wish it wasn't Jake doing it. Let me guess, it was Chris' idea to put him down there.\"\n\n\"Callie, you know Chris had to send them. I actually agree with the assignment, as much as I, too, wish that they could have gotten someone other than Jake to go. He's one of the finest fighter pilots we have here, and one of the few to receive the Medal of Honor in this war. He's accomplished much, and because of that, we expect him to excel in not only the smaller missions, but the big ones too. That's how it always works.\"\n\n\"I know, I guess I'm just worried about him on all these dangerous missions. Your mate's going to give my husband gray"
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"value": "### Title: University Life - Afternoon Break by Ghosty\n\n### Tags: Badger, Character Development, Coffee break, Folf, M/F, No-Yiff, Teacher, jealousy\n\n**Characters**\n\n**Fiona Black**: A badger anthro and linguistics lecturer at the University of Aberdurie. She is known for her playful disposition, flirtatious nature, and passion for history. She is in a complex relationship with a boyfriend named James.\n\n**Richard 'Max' Cromwell**: A folf anthro and a newcomer to Aberdurie. He is intelligent, punctual, and somewhat sensitive. He is seeking friendship and connection in his new environment.\n\n**Grant Sellers**: A bear anthro and an acquaintance of Fiona and Max. He has feelings for Fiona and is somewhat possessive of her. He is large and can come across as aggressive.\n\n**Plot**\n\nFiona Black, a linguistics lecturer, awaits the arrival of her new friend, Max Cromwell, at a café. Max arrives, apologizing for his tardiness, and they engage in a playful banter. Fiona, known for her flirtatious nature, enjoys challenging Max intellectually. She reveals that she has been teaching in the library and Max deduces that she has been teaching the history of languages in Europe.\n\nAs they continue their conversation, Max senses that Fiona has something on her mind. Fiona, noticing Max's discomfort, reassures him and encourages him to open up about his feelings of isolation. She shares her own experiences with travel and the importance of maintaining contact with loved ones. Max, feeling a connection with Fiona, is about to ask her something personal when Fiona reveals that she has a boyfriend named James. She explains that their relationship is complex and they keep it quiet. Max, though initially disappointed, accepts her friendship. They agree to make the most of their time together, planning regular get-togethers and catch-ups.\n\nLater, Max encounters Grant Sellers, a bear anthro who has feelings for Fiona. Grant is jealous of Max's quick friendship with Fiona and warns Max to keep their relationship strictly platonic. Max, not wanting to cause tension, assures Grant that he and Fiona are just friends. Despite the awkward encounter, Max remains optimistic and continues his research, determined not to let the situation bring him down."
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"value": "This story has been written with the purpose of aiding TheAlphaFolf in establishing his character Richard 'Max' Cromwell.\n\nFiona Black & Grant Sellers are copyright Ghostwolf/Ghosty\n\nRichard Maxwell 'Max' Cromwell is copyright TheAlphaFolf\n\nMany thanks to Lei Lani for proof reading and providinding editing.\n\nThe University of Aberdurie and the City of Aberdurie are the creation of and copyright Ghostwolf/Ghosty\n\nThe University of Aberdurie and the City of Aberdurie are fictional settings located between the real world towns of Stonehaven and Montrose in Scotland\n\n*University Life*\n\n*Afternoon Break*\n\nFiona sat in the warm autumn air, the scent of strong flowers and coffee mingling around her as she waited patiently for her new friend to arrive. Drumming her claws lightly on the plastic topped table to a tune she enjoyed, she glanced around to see where Max might be. From what she had been told, Max was always very punctual and his relative tardiness made her wonder if she had perhaps been too forward with the folf during their first meeting. Fiona knew she could be a ferocious tease and haunting flirt, often without even realizing it. In spite of her playful disposition, she had hoped the younger folf might be fun to spend time with, and perhaps share one another's pasts.\n\nThere was so much Fiona wanted to talk about but she knew she had to be careful on certain topics. She had guessed from their initial meeting that he was quite sensitive to strong emotional conversation; his body language alone had told her that. Simple conversation would be easy, but personal information would be like walking on cracked glass. Fiona sighed softly to herself and tried to ease her thoughts; today was for fun after all.\n\nShe heard footsteps quickly approaching and turned her head to see Max running to her. From his expression, she could tell his tardiness was not his fault. Standing up slowly, she waved at the folf as his pace slowed until he stopped just a few feet from her. \"Hi stranger; would you like a towel when you're done panting?\"\n\nMax gave her a crooked smile as he continued to pant, straightening himself again and popping a few muscles in his legs. \"Sorry I'm late.\"\n\nFiona giggled. \"That's twice we've met and twice you've opened with an apology. We really need to work on that or people will think you're a walking tragedy.\"\n\nMax finally got his breath back. \"I know, but I truly am sorry. I couldn't find a parking spot anywhere near here.\"\n\nThe badgeress patted his arm as she stepped a little closer. \"Aye, I know how you feel; it's why I walked and left my car at the university.\"\n\nMax nearly coughed his words out. \"You walked! It must be a forty minute walk from the campus!\"\n\nFiona smiled. \"Not from the library it isn't.\" Max looked confused for a moment as the badgeress guided him to sit at her table. \"I know, what was I doing at the library, right?\"\n\nMax nodded; he hadn't expected Fiona to pluck the question right out of his mouth.\n\n\"I was teaching, believe it or not.\"\n\nMax sat down. \"You're a linguistics lecturer, right? Unless you were looking for books in different languages why were you teaching there?\"\n\nFiona grinned and sat back in her chair, folding her arms. \"Amaze me; why else would I be teaching in the library?\"\n\nMax shut his eyes and tried to think. \"You're not looking for books in foreign languages; that much I've gathered already. You might have been looking for geographical reference around where languages are based; no, linguistics doesn't teach the geography related to languages, I've seen the curriculum. Oh there we are; something deeper in the curriculum that would take you away from the university.\"\n\nFiona smiled, marvelling at the folf's thought process, and purred softly. \"Keep going.\"\n\nThe sudden but soft interruption almost distracted the folf, but he cocked his head to the side and closed his eyes tighter. \"Trip planning? No. Applications in the real world? Perhaps, but that's closer to the end of the course. Research for political etiquette would fit the bill with the international summits that have just finished, but it doesn't seem like something you would do.\"\n\n\"Wanting to do and needing to do are two different things Max.\"\n\nTaking a deep breath, Max continued. \"I think you like combining wants and needs into your teaching,\" he said flatly, and Fiona sat back, looking uncertain. \"You would take people places to teach them something you're passionate about...\" He then grinned. \"It can only be one thing then.\"\n\nFiona relaxed back into her chair. \"Well then? Impress me.\"\n\n\"The history of languages in Europe.\" The folf smiled, with a sigh of relief.\n\nThe badgeress fixed her gaze on his and her eyebrows raised up. \"Very good, but why?\"\n\nMax chuckled. \"Well you've already told me your hobby is history and you're a passionate lecturer from what I've heard over the last few days. That and Grant told me you've travelled a fair amount so I just had to add it all together.\"\n\nFiona giggled to herself quietly and rolled her eyes.\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"The fun I could have with that brain of yours. I'm not all games though, Max.\"\n\n\"Well that's good to know; I know I'm bright but too many more mind games and you'll burn me out.\" The pair shared a soft chuckle before Max continued. \"So what's on your mind, Fiona?\"\n\nThe badgeress looked at him curiously. \"What makes you think I have something on my mind?\"\n\nMax shrugged. \"I guess it's just a habit I've learned. Normally when I get asked out for coffee it's because someone needs a favour or just wants to pass on a little news.\"\n\nFiona sighed then shook her head. \"Nothing of the sort. I know what it's like to be the new person in town and how hard it can be to settle in. So, why don't you tell me what's on your mind instead?\" Fiona waved for a waiter as she waited for Max to answer.\n\nMax shrugged again as his eyes darted about his surroundings. \"I don't know; its fun being here but I can't help feeling that I'm cut off.\"\n\n\"Aye, I understand, lad. Travel wasn't always kind to me either.\" She reached across the table, patting the folf's paw. \"I rarely saw my parents or heard from my brother when I travelled, though I always wrote to them and let them know how and where I was.\"\n\n\"If they couldn't contact you why contact them?\" Max asked, feeling a little foolish at his choice of words.\n\nFiona gave him a gentle smile. \"Because that contact, no matter how small, kept me going and kept me sane.\"\n\nMax nodded and looked into his lap as he considered the badgeress' words. A brief interruption by the waiter, who took their orders then disappeared into the cafe, gave the folf a break from responding right away.\n\nFiona read the expression on Max's face like a newly opened book. She gave him a sad smile as if the answer to a silent question had just passed between them. Max's eyes were wide and pleading, yet they also appeared confused as he gave her a nervous smile. \"Fiona...\"\n\nFiona shook her head and looked down at her paws on the table. \"I know what you want to ask, Max. I'm sorry, but I have a boyfriend.\"\n\nThe folf's ears fell flat against his head and his tail dipped heavily. \"I...\"\n\nFiona looked sympathetically at him, placing her paw gently over the back of the folf and stopping him from pulling away. \"He's called James and I love him dearly.\"\n\nMax frowned and sighed heavily. \"Why isn't he here with you?\"\n\nFiona answered, her tone almost a whisper. \"We have a complex relationship, Max, and we do our best to keep it quiet.\"\n\n\"You're having an affair?\" Max said with cautious curiosity.\n\nFiona thought for a moment. \"Of sorts; like I said it's complicated.\"\n\nMax's expression softened as if he had accepted Fiona's rejection and was already prepared to move on. \"So where do we go from here?\"\n\nShe squeezed his paw gently and smiled. \"Do you think we could be friends?\"\n\nMax was not sure if he was angry, confused, or hurt. \"Friends who hide behind others backs or friends who hide in plain sight?\"\n\nFiona threaded her fingers into Max's and gave him an honest smile. \"Friends who trust each other, hang out, share stories, and have fun in each other's company.\"\n\nThe badgeress' words were like new velvet cloth that wrapped around the folf and brought him a comfort he hadn't felt in some time. \"I think so,\" he said quietly, a smile breaking slowly across his muzzle as she smiled too. \"So, what next?\"\n\nHer smile turning into a wistful grin and she reached forward to stroke his cheek. \"I have a few ideas. You only have a year here, don't you?\"\n\nMax nodded glumly.\n\n\"Well after we have our coffee, why don't we start planning? I can show you places that I doubt you have imagined, Max.\"\n\nThe folf smiled and he found himself giving Fiona's paw a gentle squeeze in return. \"I look forward to it.\" They shared a moment fondly looking at one another until the waiter returned with a tray carrying their drinks.\n\n \n\nMax smiled as he stood in the middle of the Library. What he had mistaken for love at first sight had turned out to be a friend in need of a friend. With so few friends of his own, and Fiona's situation explained as far as she was willing to, Max accepted her honesty with him and began to feel a different bond build between them. A bond of true lasting friendship.\n\nWhile they knew there would only be a year to share in each other's company, they had agreed to make the best of the time they had. They had planned a get-together at least once every fortnight as well as a catch-up time during breaks at work. Fitting their schedules together had proved complex at first but as they considered the months to come, everything seemed simpler.\n\n\"I heard you had coffee with Fiona.\" Grant's voice caught Max by surprise and he felt a sudden shudder at his arrival. The bear approached him, looking almost aggressive, and Max wondered if Grant had feelings for Fiona as well. \"Lucky, lucky folf.\"\n\nMax gave him a half-smile and a short nod. \"Yeah, she's a nice girl.\"\n\nThe bear huffed. \"Careful around her though. Some people have been trying to get close to her for a while.\"\n\n\"Like you.\" Max replied coolly.\n\nThe bear felt anger rise up, but bit back sharp words. \"Yes, like me. I find it odd that I've been talking to her for a little over two years and I've never had an invite to meet her, though I've made a few rejected offers myself. Then you turn up and within days of just seeing her, she's into you straight away.\"\n\nMax blinked and decided to clear the air. \"I think you've got it wrong Grant; we're just friends, nothing more.\"\n\nGrant stepped back from the folf and his posture eased considerably. \"Make sure it stays that way, Richard. I've invested a lot of time in her and I will be rewarded for my efforts.\"\n\nMax considered telling the bear that Fiona was already in a relationship, but she had also told the folf that it was a complex one. Instead of explaining anything, he simply nodded. Grant turned and walked away, leaving an icy friction between them.\n\nMax went back to the shelves and let his mind wander. He began to wonder if he had just made one friend at the expense of the other. Unwilling to let the new information that had passed between himself and the bear bring him down, he kept busy researching more topics for future classes.\n\nTo be continued..."
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"value": "### Title: 48 Hours on Blue Bayou Pt. 48\n\n### Tags: first lady, male domination, oral sex, restraints, slavery, submission, training\n\n### Characters\n\n**Niamh**: A slave who has attacked her owner, Martin, after learning about the sale of her friend Julie. She is intelligent, diligent, and emotionally bonded to Martin. She works in marketing and is considered a valuable asset.\n\n**Martin**: The owner of Niamh and the master of The Enterprises. He is fond of Niamh and decides to purchase her as his personal slave after she attacks him. He is a billionaire but lives relatively frugally.\n\n**Julie**: Niamh's friend and former First Lady of The Enterprises. She has been sold to Igor, whom she loves, and is temporarily leased back to The Enterprises. She provides emotional support to Niamh.\n\n**Anne**: A senior slave who works closely with Martin. She is efficient and helps manage the situation with Niamh. She suggests that Martin purchase Niamh as his personal slave.\n\n**Pat**: A senior slave who provides guidance to Niamh. She has a good understanding of Martin's thinking and helps Niamh navigate her new role.\n\n**Charles, Edward, and Fifteen**: Supporting characters who play roles in the decision-making process regarding Niamh's fate and her well-being. Charles is involved in personnel reports, Edward in accounting, and Fifteen is a nurse who assists Niamh.\n\n### Plot\n\nNiamh, a slave, attacks her owner Martin after learning about the sale of her friend Julie. Martin, realizing the emotional bond between Niamh and Julie, takes responsibility for not handling the situation better. A meeting is convened to discuss Niamh's future, with key figures including Anne, Pat, Charles, and Edward present. Anne suggests that Martin purchase Niamh as his personal slave, which would allow her to stay and serve him directly. This solution is agreed upon, and Martin decides to implement a rigorous training program for Niamh, who will move into his apartment.\n\nNiamh, initially anxious about her fate, is relieved to learn that she will remain with Martin. She begins to adapt to her new role, moving her belongings into Martin's apartment and taking on tasks to serve him better. Pat provides guidance, helping Niamh understand that she should focus on what Martin would want her to do. Niamh starts to perform small tasks like preparing Martin's clothes and ensuring his apartment is clean and well-maintained.\n\nAs Niamh settles into her new role, she reflects on her past behavior and the changes in her life. She is grateful for the support of Julie and Pat, and she is determined to serve Martin well. The story concludes with Niamh beginning a new phase of her life, committed to her duties as Martin's personal slave."
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"value": "*Part 48:* *Does a slave go naked to a new owner?* \n\n*Authors' Note: Niamh and Julie are now at extremes of The Enterprises. What will, or even, can be done with Niamh, the slave who attacked her Owner? What is to be Julie's role as she waits for her new Owner to call for her? Some answers in this Part.* \n\n*—* *Taliesin1 and J. Spe* \n\n*Chapter 156: Interlude* \n\nAs soon as Martin had made sure that Niamh was comfortable and had calmed down, he headed back to his office where Anne, as always in an emergency, was running the desk. \n\nHe ticked off a few priorities. \"First, I think we should try to dampen speculation about Niamh as much as practical. Please put out an internal memo, saying that Niamh is suffering from Nervous Exhaustion and needs a few days' rest. Then arrange a meeting here, tomorrow at 9:00 AM, for yourself, Pat, Edward and Charles.\" \n\n\"Accounting Report?\" she asked. \n\n\"Yes, and Personnel Reports, too.\" \n\n\"Yes, Master.\" \n\n\"Now, what's up next?\" Anne consulted the list. \n\n\"Nothing else this morning. IT manager at one, bank people at three. Documents are on your desk.\" \n\n\"Thank you, Anne. One more thing — ask Julie to visit Niamh, and tell Infirmary to let her in.\" \n\nTheir eyes met for a brief moment and much subliminal information was exchanged. \n\n\"Will do,\" said Anne. \n\noo##oo \n\nThough the chain attached by a cuff to her wrist allowed Niamh considerable movement, she was lying on the bed in the infirmary room where she was confined. Niamh went over the events of the last few hours repeatedly. A nurse had brought her some soup and a slice of bread but she had not been able to eat, both from a lingering feeling of nausea from the sedative that Anne had administered and from the memory of what she had done. She rehearsed Martin's words from every possible angle. All she could glean for certain was that her life would now irrevocably change. \n\nHer worries were banished by relief when Julie's head appeared around the door. \n\n\"Niamh, what happened to you? Anne said to go to the Infirmary and talk to you.\" \n\n\"Julie!\" she jumped up and hugged her friend. \"I thought I would never see you again.\" \n\n\"But you're chained! What have you been doing?\" \n\nJulie's query brought Niamh back to earth. \n\n\"Oh, I've just ruined my entire life. Didn't Anne tell you?\" \n\n\"Not a word.\" \n\nNiamh related how she had \"blown up\" when she was told that Julie had been sold, and that she had totally lost control and attacked their Master. Thrown something at him. \n\n\"So here I am, on ice, waiting for my fate to be decided. I'm sure my sale will be the least of my punishments.\" \n\nJulie wasn't so sure. \"Poor Niamh. You let your feelings land you in hot water. A slave can't have emotions, and certainly not let them take over. That was my mistake. I let my emotions focus on Igor instead of my Master. I used up all my chances, so I had to be sold. Igor wanted to buy me, so I was sold to him. I can see that our Master was really looking after my best interests, because this way my loyalties will not be divided between our Master and Igor. \n\n\"Igor is leaving The Enterprises to start his own House of Slavery and I will go with him when he is ready. But in the meantime, I am leased back to The Enterprises, to help Igor pay for me, I suppose. I will be around for some time yet. \n\n\"You have to keep yourself under control at all times, otherwise you will continually screw up.\" \n\n\"I know! I really did screw up, and I can face the music, but I'm just sad because I'm sure our Master will cut his losses on me.\" \n\n\"Think of it this way. If we were both working for a normal company, and I was head-hunted for a job I really wanted, and as a result you got a promotion, then you would be happy for me and for yourself, too. I am really touched that you kicked over the traces for me, but really, you know, I don't mind being sold to Igor. I love him.\" \n\nNiamh felt a bit silly after this explanation. She hugged Julie closer and was tearing up a little. \n\n\"It seemed so unfair, after all you have done and you've been so successful as First Lady. I'm sure I couldn't do half the things you do, and so efficiently. Of course, Master didn't say anything about Igor. I do know you're fond of him, so that would make sense. But it's too late now.\" \n\n\"Niamh, you have to cheer up a bit. I'm sure you will be alright. Probably your crime was even worse than mine, in the eyes of the Masters. When the first attempts at training me didn't work out, I was definitely told I would be sold and I was whisked down to the Intake Corridor, naked in a sirik, as you saw when you first arrived. Here, you are secluded, yes, but only chained by the wrist, not disgraced before all. I never thought I could be First Lady, either. I knew I would screw up, but I just did what I had to do, and I did screw up, but I learned fast and you will, too.\" \n\n\"But could The Master ever forgive me?\" \n\n\"I don't know, but please accept your fate calmly. However bad things may be, they can always get worse for us slaves.\" \n\nNiamh shook her head ruefully. \"I know.\" \n\n \n\n*Chapter 157: Niamh's Trial* \n\nA small and rather sombre group assembled in Martin's office next morning. Seated in the leather-bound seats around the great coffee table were Martin, Anne, Pat, Charles and Edward. They looked relaxed, but there was a palpable tension in the air. Anne handed each a bound folder of documents. \n\nMartin and Anne began the proceedings by relating the events of the previous day, and Niamh's reaction, to Pat, Edward, and Charles. None of them looked too surprised given that they had been told that the meeting was to discuss the future deployment of Niamh \n\nMartin cleared his throat. \"I must emphasise that I personally take responsibility for part of what has happened. I did not account for the bond between Niamh and Julie, and I assumed that she would be happy to be First Lady.\" \n\n\"That is generous of you, Martin,\" said Edward, \"but nevertheless, such conduct is inexcusable. I think we all know that, in former times, the consequences for a slave who attacked her Master would be most severe.\" \n\n\"I do not think we should even consider such a solution. It would be very problematic,\" Anne cut in. \"I took a call from her sister Bridget, whom you have all met, just this morning, and I had to say she was temporarily indisposed. We cannot deny contact now without causing serious problems for all of us.\" \n\nEdward sighed, \"Yes, of course. I was not seriously suggesting the most severe solution but just to underline the seriousness.\" \n\n\"I, too, accept some measure of responsibility,\" said Charles. \"After her initial training, I was having great difficulty deciding what to do with her. When we found she was qualified in Marketing, I was happy enough to let her be the solution for another pressing problem. She seemed to settle well with Hari Singh, but she had not finished her training.\" \n\n\"Of course,\" said Martin, \"she's an intelligent girl, who generally knows when to keep her mouth shut and when to be a bit cheeky. She likes her work and she's very good at it. I've always held that a busy slave is a happy slave. It's when they get bored that they cause trouble. I'm extremely fond of her, and I admit it.\" \n\nIt was Pat's turn to speak. Anne and I were both slaves before we came to you. We knew the score alright and we were grateful for small mercies and a good Master.\" \n\n\"Are you saying I should be meaner?\" asked Martin with a wry smile. \n\n\"Well, no, what I mean is that neither Julie nor Niamh have experienced the truly awful aspects of slavery. Neither of them, for example, ever had a Ceremonial. In a manner of speaking, they have been playing at slavery. They don't really believe it.\" \n\nMartin considered Pat's point. He realized that neither slave had even witnessed the punishment that a Ceremonial whipping involved. \"Mmm, well, it's too late now to reset the game. Julie will go with Igor but Niamh would be broken by returning to Square One. She would be worthless then.\" \n\nA silence descended over the room, interrupted by the announcement of Morning Tea, brought in by a new slave girl in training. She was clearly nervous in the presence of such exalted Masters and Mistresses, but she served quietly and efficiently and withdrew. \n\n\"Let's now consider the Personnel and Accounting reports,\" said Martin. \"Edward?\" \n\n\"Well, yes, the ledger is fairly healthy in that respect. Of course, she was not very expensive, being totally untrained, and as Pat says, freshly caught. No spectacular financial coups, but her marketing work has been lucrative, though I don't really know how the accountants figure that out.\" \n\n\"Personnel reports, Charles? \n\n\"The first reports are a bit negative, before we put her with Hari, but he was exceptionally eloquent on her talents. Jane of Marketing also praises her highly, and would like to get more of her time. You will have to judge yourself the research work she does for you.\" \n\nMartin was thoughtful for a few moments. \"Pat, you may be right about 'playing at slavery,' especially for Niamh. I find her to be diligent, obedient and very effective. Without, I hope, appearing to be too conceited, she seems to have a strong emotional bond to me, more than usual between a slave and her Master. I certainly admit to finding her very attractive. \n\n\"Charles, that is what I would have expected: a valuable asset, before this unsettling event. Speaking of which, what is the gossip?\" \n\n\"Mostly fairly benign. Some kind of 'emotional scene' seems to be the dominant opinion, with 'overworking her' added by a few,\" Pat replied. \n\nAnne had been thinking of possible solutions and thought this was a good time to voice her favourite. \n\n\"Martin, you have recently sold Julie to Igor, as a personal slave, which has resolved a rather difficult conflict of emotions and loyalties. She stays and works here temporarily. Perhaps you should purchase Niamh as *your* personal slave. She would then be off The Enterprise's books and your responsibility. You could deploy her as First Lady, or however you please.\" \n\nThe meeting took a few moments to digest Anne's proposal. Then, as everyone, except Edward perhaps, wanted a solution that allowed Niamh to stay, there were murmurs of approval. \n\nFinally, Edward cleared his throat. \"That would be acceptable from the organizational side. If she works for The Enterprises, she would have a salary, which would go to you, Martin, so her price would be repaid over time. She will need to move into your apartment, which will be very useful as we could do with her room.\" \n\nMartin was intrigued and relieved by Anne's suggestion. Overnight, he had realised how much Niamh had come to mean to him. He had been determined to keep her, one way or another. \n\n\"Thank you, Anne, and Edward, we have agreement. Edward, please work out a sale price we can use for discussion. Anne, we will need a contract written up and that sounds like a job for Julie. She has experience,\" he added with a grin. \n\nThe meeting was over, but there was one more item to complete. \n\n\"Anne, please have Fifteen bring Niamh up to my office as soon as possible.\" \n\n** \n\n*Chapter 158: The Verdict is Executed* \n\nNiamh had been somewhat reassured by her chat with Julie, but as there was nothing else to distract her beyond some rather bland meals, she fell once more to turning various alternative punishments over in her mind. That night, she had dreamt of standing naked on an auction block, while many unsavoury-looking men bid for her, their ribald cries echoing in the room and in her ears. All the time her Master had stood silently by. She had tried everything she could think of to catch his eye, or spark his interest, but he remained unmoved. \n\nThe morning brought another uninteresting breakfast, combined with more hours of inactivity and the dissolving dregs of her nightmare to increase her anxiety. \n\nShe had just decided that the worst outcome was certain, when a nurse opened the door to admit a smiling Fifteen. \n\nFifteen had asked Anne whether Niamh was allowed clothing and Anne had said \"Yes,\" but had not specified what kind, so Fifteen had used her discretion to bring an armful of underwear, jeans, a casual blouse and pumps, which she dumped on the bed. \n\nNiamh clambered off the bed to give Fifteen a hug. They clung together for nearly a minute. \n\n\"It's so good to see someone familiar, and smiling,\" said Niamh. \"And you've brought some clothes. Are they for me?\" \n\n\"Yes, I'm to take you to the Master. Anne said clothes were allowed. Let's get you dressed and on your way.\" \n\nFifteen had the key to the handcuff securing Niamh to the bed. She unlocked Niamh who quickly shed her Hospital gown and climbed into the items that Fifteen had brought. \n\n\"These are very casual. Are we going on a picnic? Or, am I going to the Auction House?\" \n\n\"I'm sorry, Miss, I just don't know, and I just grabbed the first things that came to hand.\" \n\nNiamh saw no reason to delay the inevitable. She held out her hands for Transport Mode and Fifteen turned Niamh around and locked the handcuffs on her wrists. \n\n\"Are you ready?\" Fifteen asked. Niamh mustered a weak smile and nodded. \n\n\"Let's go, then.\" \n\nAnne, at the desk, stroked Niamh's back and whispered in her ear. \"You'll be alright, don't be afraid.\" She waved them through. \n\nFifteen opened the door and announced, \"Master, Niamh is here. \n\nMartin was standing at the window, looking over the bay. Niamh knelt by the desk to wait. Fifteen removed the handcuffs and retired. \n\nAs the door closed, Martin turned and approached his slave. \"How are you feeling, Niamh?\" \n\n\"I am calm, Master,\" she said, \"and ready for your judgement.\" \n\nMartin sat on the sofa, saying, \"Come over here, Niamh.\" She crawled across the carpet to a place beside his feet, her head bowed. Martin was gratified to see that she was repentant. That would make everything easier. \n\n\"I want to take this very slowly, so that we can start out on a new basis.\" \n\nOn these words, Niamh's heart, which had been racing, began to calm to its normal speed. She knew that she had been spared the worst possible fate: she would not be banished from his sight. Her eyes watered a little and she nodded. \n\n\"First, I want to acknowledge that the way I broke the news of Julie's sale was too abrupt, and contributed to your outburst. I apologize for that, my dear slave. It was my duty to care for you, and in this I failed.\" \n\nNiamh was sobbing now, and finally managing to stammer out, \"No, no Master. It wa-was my duty to serve you, to give you aw-all my loyalty.\" \n\nMartin paused and stroked Niamh's beautiful hair and her back until she was still again. \n\n\"This morning there was a meeting of executives and senior slaves. We have agreed what must happen. The Enterprises cannot tolerate rebellious slaves, but I could not bear to part with you, Niamh, so you have been sold to me. You will be my personal slave. I will be fully responsible for you, and you will serve only as I direct.\" \n\nAs Martin's words sank into Niamh's mind, she began to feel dizzy and relieved at once. She *had* been sold! But she would remain with her old Master. Or was he her new Master? She was confused. \n\nMartin spoke again. \"You will move into my apartment permanently. Fifteen will help you bring your clothes and other items. I have a room which will be fitted out for your use. I will have to consider what work you will do. You will be *my* First Lady, but whether you can be The Enterprises' First Lady is still to be decided. You may speak now.\" \n\n\"My Master, I was prepared to be corrected. I fully expected to be sold — to be sold away from you. I feel I have been rewarded instead.\" \n\n\"It will not all be easy. I can be very demanding, and I will institute a rigourous training programme for you. I foresee some important changes in our lives, but I will not speak of that now. Go, now, and move your things, then speak with Anne and Pat. I have work to do and I will see you in the evening.\" \n\nMartin rose and held out his hand to Niamh. She took it, kissed it, then stood. He took her in his arms, held her, and kissed her on the lips. \n\nHe released her and she left the office to start a new phase of her life. \n\n \n\n*Chapter 159: The Move that is Rerienting* \n\nIt did not take Niamh long, with Fifteen's help, to move her few possessions into Martin's apartment. Actually, she reflected, I have no possessions at all, not even underwear, they have all been provided by my Master. She was pretty vague about how her few items had been paid for. Did a slave go naked to a new owner? Probably, she decided, the clothing was included in her sale price. \n\nThere was little enough. A work suit, the same one she had first worn to meet Master Hari, two blouses, two sets of underwear, casual clothes such as she was wearing, a pair of pumps and some toiletries. Everything else she had worn from casual to formal had been ordered by her Master and provided by the Wardrobe Department. The only thing she regarded as really hers was the Celtic torc collar that her Master had given her. She decided to wear it for him. \n\nNiamh wondered what to do next. She wasn't even sure if she was allowed out of the apartment. It was spacious but not really large: a living room with a splendid view over the outer harbour, Ap Lei Chau, and the channel separating it from Hong Kong island. Further off she could see Lamma island where she had sailed with the Master. Martin's bedroom was also spacious. She climbed onto the bed and practised some of the positions she had been taught in Sexual Arts class. \n\nAttached to Martin's bedroom was a large, marble-lined, en suite bathroom with open shower, spa bath, and hand basins. It was luxurious but not ostentatious, the fittings of obviously superior quality but simply chromed for all that. *For a billionaire, my Master lives pretty frugally*, thought Niamh. *I wonder what he does with all his wealth*. She knew about the Superyacht and the 747. Once, when she had jokingly suggested they all go on a cruise for a year, Pat had explained that these were usually chartered to other companies or individuals. \n\nThere were two other doors, but they were locked. \n\nAt last, she began to feel hungry and decided she would risk a foray into the kitchen. There she found Pat. \n\n\"Am I allowed to come here now?\" she asked. \n\n\"I don't know what arrangements have been made, but I'm sure Martin would not want you to starve. Make yourself a sandwich and a mug of tea. You have knocked us all a bit off balance!\" \n\n\"Pat, I'm so sorry now for the trouble I've put you all through. I don't know what came over me.\" \n\n\"I do,\" said Pat, \"sympathy and loyalty. Those are good attributes for a slave, if slightly misplaced in this case.\" \n\n\"I know, and all for nothing, because Julie wanted to be sold to Igor, or to be with him at least. I feel foolish and naive.\" \n\n\"When I said you've knocked us off balance, it wasn't a completely negative thing. Martin has had on his 'hard thinking' look. I always sense when he is going to change course. I think there will be some changes coming.\" \n\nThe kitchen fridge was always stocked with delicious cold foods. Niamh made herself a sandwich of slices of ham, lettuce, tomato and mayonnaise. On top she sprinkled some pickled cabbage, which Martin had couriered in from Kyoto, and to which she had become quite addicted. Also, mugs of tea for herself and Pat. \n\nThey chatted as she ate. \n\n\"The thing is, I don't know what to do now and it's making me uneasy. Once I could have leant back with a book and a glass of wine all afternoon, but now I'm a slave and I know a slave should always be busy.\" \n\"Well, when you have finished, you could clean up the kitchen. But, think about what your Master would want you to do. He may not have given any specific orders, but if you are told to wait in his rooms, what do you think you should do?\" \n\n\"I see what you mean. I know he likes to change into casual clothes after work, so I could select some things he would like, and make sure they are clean and pressed. I could check that his toothbrush is charged and that there are plenty of towels and soap.\" \n\n\"Yes, and make sure all the surfaces are dust free. I know there's a slave that does the cleaning, but dust settles quickly all the time. \n\n\"Thank you, Pat, I will do that.\" \n\nNiamh went back to her Master's apartment and began those little tasks, until two slaves from the Wardrobe Department showed up with a selectio"
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"value": "### Title: The Fun Has Been Doubled! by Exilo\n\n### Tags: Applejack, Celestia, Digestion, Excrement, F/F, Fluttershy, Full, Full-tour, Licking, Licks, My Little Pony, Pinkie Pie, Princess, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Scat, Tour, Transformation, Twilight Sparkle, cake, luna, saliva, unaware, urine, vore\n\n### Characters\n\n**Celestia**: The Princess of the Sun, a wise and powerful ruler who is deeply respected and loved by her subjects. She is known for her kindness, intelligence, and unyielding dedication to her duties. In this story, she becomes a victim of a prank gone wrong, which leads to a series of unusual and challenging events.\n\n**Luna**: The Princess of the Night, Celestia's younger sister. Luna is more reserved and somewhat shy, often feeling overshadowed by her sister's popularity. She is powerful but also struggles with her past actions and the perception others have of her. In this story, she unknowingly becomes a central figure in the complications that arise from the prank.\n\n**Twilight Sparkle**: A studious and intelligent unicorn who is Celestia's prized student. She is deeply devoted to her mentor and is always eager to learn and help. Twilight's loyalty and concern for Celestia play a significant role in the story.\n\n**Rainbow Dash**: A athletic and adventurous Pegasus who is part of the group known as the Bearers of Harmony. She is known for her bravery and competitive spirit. In this story, she is involved in a prank that has unintended consequences.\n\n**Pinkie Pie**: An energetic and eccentric Earth anthro who loves to throw parties and make others laugh. She is also part of the Bearers of Harmony. Pinkie Pie's playful nature leads her to participate in the prank, but she later feels remorse for her actions.\n\n**Applejack**: A hardworking and honest Earth anthro who runs the Sweet Apple Acres farm. She is also part of the Bearers of Harmony. Applejack is initially confused by the concept of All Thanks Day but agrees to participate in the celebration.\n\n**Rarity**: An elegant and fashion-conscious unicorn who runs a boutique in Ponyville. She is part of the Bearers of Harmony and has a keen eye for design and aesthetics. Rarity's interactions with Luna reveal her business acumen and ambition.\n\n**Fluttershy**: A kind and gentle Pegasus who has a deep love for animals. She is part of the Bearers of Harmony but is initially terrified of Luna. Fluttershy's timid nature is contrasted with her friends' more outgoing personalities.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe story begins with Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash planning a prank on their friend Applejack, involving a jar of blue leaves ground into a seasoning. They intend to use this seasoning to play a trick on Applejack during an upcoming All Thanks Day party hosted by Princess Celestia. Meanwhile, Twilight Sparkle receives an invitation to the party and is overjoyed, eagerly explaining the significance of the holiday to a confused Applejack.\n\nThe group of friends, known as the Bearers of Harmony, travels to Canterlot for the celebration. Upon arrival, they are greeted by Princess Luna, who is initially unrecognized by most of the group. Pinkie Pie, however, excitedly jumps on Luna, causing some discomfort for the princess. Luna reveals that she has a favor to ask of Twilight Sparkle: she wants Twilight and one of her friends to sit next to Celestia during the banquet, as Luna feels uncertain about what to say to her sister.\n\nDuring the banquet, the friends enjoy a meal and share their thanks for each other. Celestia expresses her deep appreciation for Twilight Sparkle, highlighting her intelligence, dedication, and unyielding spirit. The emotional moment leads to a heartfelt embrace between the two. However, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie exchange knowing glances, hinting at their involvement in the prank.\n\nThe next morning, Celestia finds herself paralyzed and transformed into a cake, unable to move or communicate. Luna enters her room and, not recognizing her sister in her transformed state, eagerly consumes the cake. Celestia remains conscious throughout the ordeal, experiencing the sensation of being digested by her sister. Luna, unaware of the true nature of the cake, enjoys the treat and later struggles with the physical discomfort of having eaten so much.\n\nAs the days pass, Celestia remains trapped within Luna's body, experiencing the digestive process in vivid detail. Luna, meanwhile, covers for her sister's absence by telling the citizens of Equestria that Celestia is ill. She raises the sun and moon in her sister's stead, but the lie weighs heavily on her. Twilight Sparkle becomes suspicious of Luna's explanations and confronts her, but Luna insists she has not harmed Celestia.\n\nThe story reaches a climax when Luna, unable to hold back any longer, relieves herself in the Everfree Forest. Celestia, now mostly reformed, finds herself free from Luna's body but still weak and disoriented. Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie, who have been following Luna, pour a solution over the waste, hoping to reverse the effects of the Poison Joke. Celestia regains her form and confronts the two, warning them never to speak of the incident again. The story ends with Celestia returning to her castle, determined to keep the events a secret and move forward."
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"value": "\"You're sure this is the right stuff, Pinkie? None of that Shrinking Violet stuff? Bleh.\"\n\nThe pink pony nodded her head enthusiastically. \"I'm sure of it. I even went to Zecora and everything. Told her I was going to prank AJ. I think she's still a little sore about that whole lassoing her ear thing.\"\n\nRainbow Dash groaned. \"Pinkie, you weren't supposed to tell anyone!\"\n\n\"Well excuuuuse me! You wanted me to get the right stuff, didn't ya? Didn't ya? Huh? Huh?\"\n\nRainbow Dash sighed, looking passively into the jar of blue leaves, all of which had been ground into a fine seasoning. \"You know if we ever get caught, there's going to be hell to pay, right? She'll probably exile us to the moon or something.\"\n\n\"If if if. Ifing is half the fun! Besides, Celestia is always up for a good laugh, right?\"\n\nTwo weeks earlier, Spike had belched up a particularly royal looking scroll, right into Twilight Sparkle's face. After a couple frowns and an apology, the purple pony opened the scroll and read it, and immediately let out a squeal of glee. Before Spike could ask what had happened, Twilight Sparkle was off, racing out the door.\n\n\"It's an invitation to an All Thanks Day party Princess Celestia is throwing!\" Twilight squealed.\n\nApplejack only gave her a confused stare.\n\n\"All Thanks Day,\" Twilight Sparkle said again, as if the orchard pony simply hadn't heard. \"You've never heard of All Thanks Day?\"\n\nApplejack gave a confused shake of the head, as she bucked her rear legs, slamming her hooves hard against the tree behind her. Twilight took a step back as a several apples rained down from the tree.\n\n\"All Thanks Day is a day when we all give thanks.\"\n\n\"Uh... yeah. Kinda figured that, Sugarcube.\"\n\n\"It's a Canterlot holiday. Every year, close friends and family gather around a table for a great and wonderful feast. The friends and family all sit around the table, and turn to the pony to their right. They explain to that pony, why they are thankful to know them, why this past year has been better with them.\" Twilight Sparkle sighed. \"The invitation is for all of us: me, you, Rainbow, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Rarity. Y-you're going to come, right?\"\n\nApplejack smiled. \"Course I am. Can't pass up an invitation from the Princess of the Sun, now can I?\"\n\nThe train ride to Canterlot was surprisingly tame. Pinkie Pie seemed distracted by something, constantly looking over her shoulder at a small suitcase she had insisted on bringing, despite the fact that they would no doubt be put up in a couple of royal suites, all their needs taken care of at the ring of a bell. Rarity was ecstatic about that.\n\nWhen they arrived at the Canterlot train station, Princess Luna was there to meet them. She was wearing a plain brown cloak and hood over her strong build, inconspicuous enough that five of the six ponies didn't immediately notice her. Oddly enough, it was Pinkie Pie who was first to recognize her, and leapt onto the dark mare's back. Gripping her cheeks in her hooves, Pinkie Pie spent several moments tugging and pulling, insisting that Luna's frown turn upside down, before purple magic embraced her, and Twilight yanked her off.\n\n\"I'm so sorry, Princess Luna,\" Twilight said quickly, and took a respectful bow. Her five friends did the same, but Luna seemed more concerned with fixing her hood, and assuring no one else had noticed her.\n\n\"Still... a bit shy, huh?\" Twilight attempted to smile, but Luna leaned close.\n\n\"I need to ask a favor of you, Twilight Sparkle.\"\n\n\"Uhm... yes?\"\n\nLuna looked to the other five ponies. Fluttershy was terrified of Luna, and presently cowering several feet away. Applejack and Rarity were both trying to comfort her, while Rainbow Dash was showing an odd amount of concern for a piece of luggage. So much concern, in fact, she insisted Pinkie Pie help her. Luna assumed the blue Pegasus was just keeping the annoying one occupied.\n\n\"I want you and one of your friends to sit next to my sister at the banquet.\" Twilight looked puzzled. Luna continued. \"It is the first All Thanks Day since I have...returned and I do not know what to say to her, or if she has anything to say to me.\"\n\n\"Princess Luna...\"\n\n\"Please, Twilight Sparkle?\"\n\nTwilight nodded slowly.\n\n\"Thank you.\"\n\nAnd so, at the large banquette table, Celestia sat at one end of the table, and Princess Luna sat opposite her. Twilight Sparkle sat to Celestia's right, while Applejack sat to her left. Rainbow Dash was beside Twilight and Rarity beside her. And then Luna, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and back to Applejack. They dined on fresh Waldorf salad and a hot Hay Soup. The chatter was brisk and friendly. Twilight, nervous as she usually was, went on and on about her studies and her spells and how far along she had come, and Celestia listened to every detail with a smile and occasional word of encouragement, which made Twilight's little heart flutter. Luna sat there, awkwardly stirring her Hay Soup with a spoon, waiting for it to cool down, until Rarity began to talk to her. It seemed Rarity was going to start a line of clothing specifically to be worn during the night. She had discovered a special gem stone that, when the rays of the moon hit it, it projected a stunning rainbow. She asked if Luna might arrange a Blue Moon for the night of the fashion show, and if she would be the guest of honor.\n\nIt was a pleasant dinner, whatever tension was felt soon yielding to something more colloquial. It was all wonderful, save the fact that Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie kept exchanging glances across the table. No one was sure why. The main course was pasta sprinkled with apples, cherries, nuts and herbs. The desert was a very royal looking cake: half vanilla and half chocolate, for Celestia and Luna respectively. Before they ate, however, Celestia decided it was time to give thanks.\n\n\"Why don't you start, Twilight?\" she said, looking down at the purple pony. Twilight Sparkle looked to Rainbow Dash, who propped her arm up on the table and her head in her hoof.\n\n\"Well Dashie... I'm not sure if you know this, but when I first came to Ponyville, I wasn't exactly the social butterfly I am now. You were one of the first ponies that I met though, and never once has your loyalty faltered. I know, no matter what, you'll always be there for me. I know you'll always have my back, and be watching my flanks. And I never knew anypony could be like that, except for my brother. I didn't ever realize what friendship could be. But... thank you for always being there for me.\"\n\nRainbow Dash smiled, before looking to Rarity, and her grin became a bit crueler. \"Hmm... Rarity... Well... what can I say about you... You're haughty, vain, whiny, and absolutely terrified of getting your hooves even a little bit dirty. How I have managed to tolerate you this long is beyond me. Maybe because you're also sweet, kind, and the most generous pony that I know. I'm not really into that frilly preppy stuff, but that dress you made me was something special. And I think I might have impressed the Wonderbolts with it. You're always there to lend a strand of hair or a spare hoof. And, even though I can get on your nerves... I do know how much you bite your tongue...\"\n\nOne by one, each pony turned to the friend on their left, and gave their thanks for all they have done in the prior year. Until, at last, it was Celestia's turn, and she turned to Twilight Sparkle.\n\n\"Twilight,\" she said. The purple pony looked up, eyes wide, lip quivering. Her entire body was shaking, but a kind wing from Celestia soothed the invisible chill. \"You are the best student that an old war horse like me could ever hope for. You are intuitive and intelligent, and you have a natural gift for these arts, but unlike many who are skilled and so grow lazy, you keep working so hard. More important than talent, or skill, or a natural affinity, you never, ever give up. It is in you, Twilight, that I am able to put my faith, because should anything go wrong, I know you are there for Equestria, there for your friends, and there for me.\"\n\nTwilight Sparkle leapt forward suddenly, catching Celestia around the middle. The force of the smaller pony actually knocked the larger pony flat on her rump, and then on her back. She was confused and vaguely frightened to be on her back like this, but soon felt Twilight Sparkle's arm wrap around her neck, her face bury under her chin, and soft, warm tears wet her fur. Of course, when Twilight had leapt at the princess, everyone got out of their seat. Luna had actually leapt onto the table, horn sparking, prepared to defend her sister to the death, but Celestia waved them back with a hoof.\n\nSeveral moments passed, with Twilight squeezing tighter and tighter to Celestia, until she at last managed to calm down. Celestia lifted Twilight into the air with her magic, and once more deposited her in her seat. Celestia smiled, stroking Twilight's cheek with a hoof, before looking down at her cake and licking her lips. A giggle escaped Rainbow Dash, who gave a knowing glance to Pinkie Pie. Of course, no one found it odd when Pinkie Pie started to giggle...\n\nCelestia woke, the next morning, to a gentle knock on her door. \"Sister?\" asked Luna. \"Uhm... Celestia, is everything alright? I raised the sun, I hope you don't mind. It's just that you weren't coming out. I figured you might have wanted to sleep late after the long night you had with Twilight.\"\n\nCelestia's back was tense, and as she came into consciousness, she became aware that she was propped up in a very painful way. Considering the stiffness running down her spine, as well as the pins and needles in her rump, she must have been like this for quite some time. She opened her eyes and tried to look around the room, but neither her head nor her eyes could move, and all she could do was look straight ahead at the door that Luna was knocking on. Celestia closed her eyes and focused, attempting to use a spell to open the door so Luna could come in, but nothing happened. There were no sparks, or the \"feel\" of magic, which was odd, and rather frightening. With a greater sense of panic now, Celestia attempted to lift her arms, or kick her legs, or even roll her eyes, but found herself completely rooted to the spot. She was utterly paralyzed, and stuck in this seated position, back painfully straight and butt cheeks going numb. What magic could do this? Sure, there were spells that would bind the victim, but to completely immobilize someone so fully, to the extent even their eyes could not move?\n\nThe door knob inside her room glowed blue, turning slowly. The door opened with hesitance and fear, but finally Luna's blue head peaked inside. With every fiber of her being, Celestia struggled to scream or even whimper, but she couldn't even feel her lungs draw a breath. Her eyes remained fixated on her sister though, as Luna's eyes focused on her. The dark blue princess trotted forward, tentative steps soon coming into a full gallop, and after a moment, she disappeared into a flash of dark blue. Celestia's heart fell, until Luna reappeared in a series of sparks, now standing inches away from Celestia's face. \"Well, well, well,\" Luna asked. \"What have we got here?\"\n\nA thousand thoughts ran through Celestia's mind. She could not feel her lungs, and could not feel her breath, but she imagined she was moments from hyperventilating. Luna's horn glowed blue, and Celestia felt herself lift off the bed. She felt herself spin slowly, her vision forced around the room, and her eyes happened to catch a glimpse of the mirror. In the reflection, she saw Luna and the room and the bed she was sitting on, but she did not see herself. Rather, she saw wedding cake embraced by the blue of Luna's magic. The wedding cake was pale white in color, covered in scrumptious looking frosting as fine as Celestia's own fur. The cake was four layers, each layer trimmed with rainbow frosting in the pattern of Celestia's mane. Crowning the cake was an adorable crown, perhaps hardened sugar or candy. It looked delicious.\n\nSoon, she had turned, and Celestia no longer had a clear view to the mirror. She surveyed the rest of the room, before once more she was facing Luna, whose tongue had slipped out of her lips and licked a fleck of drool dribbling down her chin. \"Celestia must have ordered a cake last night. A little midnight snack? But why didn't she eat it? Was she called away?\"\n\nCelestia watched as Luna trotted about the room, looking for a note or some sign that her sister might have left. In her voiceless way, Celestia was screaming and shaking, but fully aware she could neither move nor make a sound. There had to be something she could do though. Some way to warn her, to get her attention. Her mind raced through every spell she knew, and she tried everyone, hoping one might work.\n\nAt last, Luna trotted back in front of the cake, and once more licked her lips. \"Don't think I've forgotten, Celestia. After Night Mare Night, Pipsqueak sent me a cupcake, but then it mysteriously disappeared before I got the chance to eat it.\" Celestia's heart fell as Luna balanced on her large rump, and reached her fore hooves forward. Celestia felt the pressure of the hooves at... where her neck would normally be, and then felt them lift. Without resistance, the highest layer of the cake was separated from the body. Several terrified moments passed before Celestia realized she was still alive, fully aware her head had been removed from her shoulders, and still felt her lower body resting on the bed. Luna turned the layer of cake she was holding several times, and Celestia caught glimpse of the rest of the cake, sitting there without its head. She could still feel herself: the pins and needles in her asleep buttocks and her arms trapped at her side. At last, she was once more facing Luna, and watched as Luna's tongue once more licked over her lips.\n\n\"I'm sorry Celestia, I haven't got any clue what might have happened to your cake. Nope, no clue what might have happened. Maybe it was the pink one. Yes, it was her, no doubt.\"\n\nLuna opened her mouth very wide, and rolled out her red tongue. Long strands of drool dripped off the rows and rows of teeth, sticky strands of saliva clung to the corners of her lips as they parted. Celestia watched in breathless horror as the tongue brushed up her face, tasting the creamy frosting coating. A large clump of her face went with the tongue. She could feel a part of her cheek housed in Luna's maw, so slimy and warm and sickening. \"My, the chef really outdid himself on this one.\" A moment later, the entire top of the cake, essentially Celestia's head, was stuffed past Luna's greedy lips.\n\nLuna's tongue pushed the cake hard against the roof of her mouth, the saliva already working to break the lump down, and Celestia felt her \"head\" mashed into mush. She was swished about between Luna's cheeks, and then Luna lifted her head so her snout was facing the ceiling. With a heavy gulp, Celestia felt herself inch over Luna's bumpy tongue, soon dropping into the bottomless void of the blue pony's throat. Another gulp followed, and Luna was relieved of the bulk of cake, feeling it slide down her throat and into her belly. \"Vanilla!\" Luna decided. \"But... something else also... nougat... caramel?\" She looked over what was left of the cake. It was an impressive size, almost the size of her in fact, but then, Celestia was a bit of a glutton when it came to pastries.\n\nCelestia could feel every bite, every slurp, every lick, as her sister devoured the cake, bit by greedy bit. She could feel everything, every part of her as it was taken into the warm maw of the night princess, chewed and then traveling down the squeezing throat muscles. The landed in Luna's cavernous belly, where her head was housed.\n\nWhen the last scrumptious bit of cake had disappeared past her lips, Luna actually took the time to lick the frosting that clung to the bed sheets. It was delicious. She licked up the crumbs that had fallen on the floor and cleaned her hooves, and when she was sure there were none left, she took up residence on Celestia's bed, lying down.\n\n\"Perhaps... I didn't think this through...\" Luna muttered, watching as her distended stomach sagged to her side. She looked like... well, to be honest; it looked like she had eaten an entire pony. She rubbed her engorged stomach happily, smacking the layers and layers of fat and giggling like a foal at the ripples she formed. She wanted nothing more than to curl up and digest all she had eaten, but she knew she at least had to make an appearance at breakfast, and greet the Bearers of Harmony.\n\nTrotting to the banquette hall proved problematic. Luna's belly sagged and sometimes even dragged on the ground, until she thought to use her magic to keep her middle tight. Just the right amount of pressure was required: too much and she started to feel sick, too little and her chubby stomach still dragged or knocked her knees. But just the right amount of magic, and she actually felt quite pleasant, giving her tummy several squeezes.\n\nShe pushed the door open, and stepped into the banquette hall, where the Bearers of Harmony were waiting for her. Luna was surprised not to see Celestia there, but assumed she was already watching over the day. Upon seeing Luna's sagging belly, several chuckles escaped Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie's lips. Sitting next to each other, there were whispers exchanged. Fat jokes no doubt, but Luna didn't much care.\n\n\"Has anyone seen my sister?\" Luna asked.\n\n\"I was speaking to her until late,\" Twilight Sparkle said. \"Sometime after midnight, she finally ordered me to get some sleep. She walked me to my room, and that was the last I saw of her.\"\n\nLuna nodded, and then looked to the Royal Chef, who was pushing an omelet bar into the center of the dining hall. \"Did Celestia order anything last night, to be sent to her room? When I went in this morning, there was a cake of impressive dimensions sitting on her bed.\"\n\nThe snickers and chuckles from the blue and pink pony were suddenly cut off. Luna looked to them, and then back to the chef, who shook his head. She frowned, confused, but didn't think much about it. Her belly was full, and she was feeling so slothful. All she wanted to do was curl into bed and rest. \"I am sorry I will not be attending breakfast,\" Luna said, and bowed gently. \"I already ate the cake that was in Celestia's room.\"\n\nLuna had to duck when a stream of hot coffee was spat in her direction. The poor chef, who was standing behind her, ended up being hit. Luna quickly cast a spell that pulled the hot drink into the air, and then cast a healing spell that would remedy whatever burns he might be suffering. Glaring wrathfully at Pinkie Pie, who had spat at her, she guided the coffee into a potted plant where it would be out of the way.\n\n\"P-princess, I'm so sorry!\" Pinkie Pie shrieked. Her head suddenly fell, and she hid it beneath a pair of hooves as sobs rippled through her. Rainbow Dash scooted closer, and rubbed her back gently.\n\n\"Do not let it happen again,\" Luna grumbled, still glaring. She turned, and trotted out of the room. Peasants, she mused. What Celestia saw in these fools was beyond her, and what they saw in her sister she did not know. She was bitter and annoyed as she opened the door to her personal quarters, and stepped inside. Before Twilight Sparkle could catch her (she was aware she was being followed,) she closed the door and sealed it shut with a spell. She did not want interruptions. She did not want to be bothered. She just wanted to rest, and revel in the blissful fullness the cake had offered.\n\n\"Well...\" Rainbow Dash whispered. \"Now we know how Poison Joke affects the princess...\"\n\nHoused inside Luna's engorged gut, Celestia waited. She did not know how she was still conscious, or for that matter, alive. She was somehow aware of her body, sitting inside Luna's stomach, and she could feel as her digestive acids slowly broke her body down. At least she didn't feel pain, or the sheer agony would have driven her mad. All she felt was a slight tingle over her body, as the digestive juice she was bathing in did its work.\n\nShe felt her whole world shift and slosh about. Luna was trying to get comfortable, trying all sorts of positions to sleep. She managed her fat with a lack of expertise, constantly shifting it about. Celestia again tried to scream. She tried to push against the fleshy prison, or use her magic to give Luna some sort of sign, but nothing seemed to work. Anything was preferable to the merciless shaking, and Celestia even tried to close her eyes and sleep where she would succumb to whatever fate might occur, but found she could not. If she had eyes, she would cry, trapped inside her sister's stomach, feeling herself slowly broken down into goo.\n\nSome of the goo was absorbed into Luna's body, used for nutrients or stored as fat, but most made its way into her clenching bowels. A small amount moved into her kidneys, to be broken down and flushed away. Slowly, gradually, over the course of the agonizingly long day, Celestia felt herself squeezed through the fleshy tunnels of the blue pony's bodies, gradually gathering in Luna's intestines. What Celestia would give to just pass out, but she was forced to endure the feel of her body: separated and spread, fully aware of the millions of tingles as the Luna digested her.\n\nThe monotony of gathering in Luna's bowels at last came to an end when Celestia felt her world shift. She grew nauseated by the motions and rocking as Luna pushed herself off the bed and gave a wide yawn. A trace of cake was discovered in the back of one of her teeth, and she happily licked it up and swallowed. The delightful fullness in her belly seemed to have passed, and she was somewhat disappointed. She felt a tingle in her rump, but before she used the little foal's room, she wanted to check and see how Celestia was doing.\n\nLuna's eyes happened upon a mirror as she passed, and she spent a moment examining her new found curves. She had a delightful amount of weight now embracing her hips, giving her much larger, firmer flanks and a pair of shapely half-moon. Although the oversized gorge of her belly had disappeared, she still had a few more curves in her girth. Simply put, she looked quite good.\n\nShe undid the barrier spell, and stepped out of her room, only to be greeted by a Royal Guard who had been knocking furiously on her door.\n\n\"My princess!\" he said, huffing and puffing.\n\n\"What is it sergeant?\" she asked.\n\n\"The sun... princess, look outside!\"\n\nLuna trotted to the nearest window, and rested her upper body on the sill. At first she was confused, until she looked up and saw that the sun was still sitting in the eastern quarter of the sky, the same spot she had left it in this morning. That meant Celestia had not been there to guide it, and it had gotten stuck. Luna raced off to the tower, breaking through any doors that stood locked in her path. She quickly cast a spell that moved the sun out of the sky, and lifted the moon, before racing for the balcony that overlooked the castle's square. It was no surprise that there was a mob of ponies there, waiting for an explanation from Celestia. She heard more than a few grumbles and sighs when Luna showed her face.\n\n\"Citizens of Equestria,\" Luna said, voice meek, a shiver running down her spine.\n\nStomps and trots and shouts continued, long and loud. They had grown louder in fact, all intending to drown out her voice. Luna's teeth gritted. She tried again, tilting her head up and saying, \"Please, just a moment of your time.\" But when all else failed, she settled for using the Royal Canterlot Voice and shouted, \"ENOUGH!\" If her words did not succeed in gaining everyone attention, the spark of lightning that carved through the sky certainly did. The crowd went silent. Now at least she could think of what to say. \"Citizens of Equestria, I am sorry for the confusion, and whatever worry has stirred in your breast. I ask you now, be patient, for my sister has fallen ill. She is in no danger, but she cannot muster the concentration to raise the sun. I, Princess Luna of the Night, shall watch over the day, until my sister has returned to full strength. Please, just be patient, and she will return soon... I give my word as your princess.\"\n\nThere were mutters and snarky comments, but soon everyone turned and began to trot away, and Luna's head hung low. When it was discovered she had lied, and it would be discovered, they would never forgive her. They wouldn't understand why she did it, they would just be angry that she did. Perhaps Celestia had been kidnapped, and a pair of adventures would stumble upon her. Then she would return to the castle, and the lie Luna had given would be found out. But for now, at least they were not screaming. She turned, and headed back to her room.\n\n\"Luna, where is Princess Celestia?\" Twilight Sparkle asked when she came upon the blue pony in the hallway.\n\n\"She is sick,\" Luna said quickly.\n\n\"I don't believe you, Luna. Where is Princess Celestia? Did you do something?\"\n\nLuna glared at Twilight. \"You insolent peasant! You suspect I would hurt my sister?!\"\n\nTwilight Sparkle spread her hooves, bracing herself. \"Did you do something, yes or no?\"\n\nTense moments passed. Twilight Sparkle spread her legs, and braced her hooves, while Luna spread her wings and continued staring. Sparks of magic exploded from the tip of their respective horns, and Twilight Sparkle hoofed the ground, preparing to charge. \"Where is Celestia?\" she asked again, a spell charging on the tip of her horn.\n\nLuna sighed, and lowered her head, wings falling limp. Her magic faded into nothing, although Twilight Sparkle remained on guard. \"You have every right to suspect me, Twilight Sparkle, but no, I have not lifted a hoof against my sister. My worry for her... it surpasses your own. To you she is a mentor, a friend, a confidant, a princess. But to me... she is the only light in a dark, dark world. I feel terror swelling in my breast, and sickness in my stomach. And now, if something has happened to her... now in this moment the citizens of Equestria turn to me for truth and guidance, I tell them a lie. I have no idea where Celestia is. My only hope is she will return, before the citizens of Equestria grow bored and exile me once more.\" Luna groaned. \"And I am greatly regretting eating her cake. By the heavens, how does she tolerate so much sugar at once?\"\n\nTwilight Sparkle smiled. \"Had the same problem with Spike. Too much ice cream for even his iron-clad stomach. Celestia is made of strong stuff. I am positive that she is fine, wherever she may be. And when we return to Ponyville, I will ask everyone I know if they have seen her, or seen anything suspicious. She couldn't have just disappeared.\"\n\nLuna sighed. She sensed something behind her, and looked over her shoulder, noticing something pink peeking around the corner. When their blue eyes met, Pinkie Pie retreated with a squeal. Luna growled. \"What did I do to the pink one to earn her animosity?! She poisons the minds of the young ones against me, assaults me with hot beverages, and now she stalks me around every corner in my own home! I have just as much right to this castle as my sister! Why does she insist on pestering me so?\" Twilight Sparkle pressed against the wall as Luna trotted past her. She stomped down the hallway, ample posterior swaying.\n\nThe night was tense and filled with worry for Luna. She looked to every corner, every shadow, sure to find some trace of Celestia: a strand of white fur, a distinctive hoof print, her lost crown or an article of clothing. How could there be not a trace of her anywhere? How could she have just disappeared into thin air?\n\nIt took all her strength to raise the sun, the following morning. Her heart was heavy with worry, and there was a sickening emptiness in her gut. There was also an almost painful pressure between her legs and under her tail, her body longing to release all that was stored deep within her bowels. But first, there was another group waiting in the castle's square, stomping their hooves and making Luna's head pound. She was in no mood for dealing with idiot peasants, and with the Royal Canterlot Voice, ordered everyone to return to their home, that Celestia's condition had neither worsened nor improved, and she needed her rest.\n\nLuna escorted the Bears of Harmony back to Ponyville, despite the heavy bags under her eyes and the pounding in her bowels, and the sickening worry about her sister in the pit of her stomach. Apparently, Celestia had agreed to visit Ponyville, and with her \"sick,\" the responsibility fell to Luna.\n\nIt was odd to come out, during the day. A celebration seemed to have been set up for Celestia's arrival, and they must not have seen the logic in tearing it down when it was announced that Luna would be coming instead. There was a banner, welcoming the \"Princess,\" and although that was an ambiguous term, the multicolored writing made it clear which princess they had been planning for. But Pipsqueak was there to greet her, and that made the initial greet slightly more tolerable. He charged through the crowd, weaving his way through the lank legs, and when he finally had a clear view of Luna, he leapt upon her, hugging her around the neck and hanging rather comically off her.\n\nLuna sighed softly, and placed a hoof under his rump, holding him up and hugging him back. There were other ponies who Luna knew were happy to see her, perhaps even happier to see her than her sister. Gear Head, a stocky Pegasus, bowed before her and kissed the hoof that was offered. He was a great builder of things, and did his best work at night, giving Luna plenty of time to spend with him. Black Jack, an Earth Pony who Luna would adore for no other reason than his raven black coat, asked if she would like to get a drink with him later in the night. He was nice to her, he always had been, and loved the calm night more than the day. Some dark, quiet nights, they had enjoyed moon lit walks through the park. More than once she caught him staring at her, perhaps her added curves enticed the stocky colt. And although it was clear most would have rather their beloved Celestia, they seemed somewhat happy for Luna's presence.\n\nThe party was held at Sugar Cube Corner. Several deserts had been hastily baked when word of Luna's presence had spread. The planned Angel food cake was replaced with a Devil's food cake (Luna was not sure if she should be insulted at the change, since she did in fact much prefer chocolate.) Teas with cinnamon spice were served, instead of the tea with fresh cream and sugar as Celestia was known to enjoy. And the bakery was significantly less crowded, which Luna found she preferred. The Cakes seemed calmer with her presence, once or twice allowing her cup of tea to empty before they rushed to refill it. And the ponies who were there were much more pleasant to talk to. There were no peasants, taking up space so they could steal a glance of the Princess of the Sun. There were only her subjects, who were genuinely interested in her. Perhaps it wasn't so bad, being second to Celestia...\n\nIf only her bowels would calm down. She kept crossing her legs or shifting in her seat, struggling to keep her cheeks tightly squeezed, even though she could feel pressure building just behind them. She was both hungry and nauseated. Eating food settled the rumbling in her belly, but also made the pounding in her ass harder to bear. Struggling to maintain a smile, she excused herself from the table, and casually trotted for the door. She thought of slipping into one of the empty shops, but how horrid her stomach felt, she doubted a normal \"throne\" would be able to handle her. Not to mention, she didn't want to be embarrassed in front of subjects. By the heavens, it felt like she was going to give birth!\n\nBut where could she go? She could teleport back to her castle but... oh, how she was feeling, she was not even sure her royal throne could handle what was brewing inside her. Did she even have the concentration for such a long distance jump? Or the magic left? Raising the sun had left her utterly drained. She thought of the Everfree Forest, barren of sentient life, and so frightening she would probably alone while she did her business. That would just have to do.\n\n\"Do you think this will work?\" Pinkie Pie asked, pressing against a wall and peeking around the corner of Sugar Cube Corner.\n\n\"I don't know Pinkie.\"\n\n\"What if it doesn't, though!\"\n\n\"I don't know Pinkie!\" Rainbow Dash sighed. \"Come on, she's moving. We can't lose sight of her.\"\n\nAnd inside Luna, it was nothing short of unpleasant for Celestia. The walls of Luna's bowels and bladder were very tight and squeezing, and yet Celestia found herself rocked and shaken mercilessly. Her sister must have been traveling in a full gallop. But, if there was a silver lining to this situation, off in the distance there were the smallest glimmers of light. If Celestia could move, she would have crawled towards it. It was the first hints of glow in the smothering darkness, and Celestia felt drawn to it. She wanted to go to the light so bad, be free of this sweltering darkness. She cried and begged to whatever deities were listening to help her. And finally, she felt the walls around her start to squeeze, and the light grew brighter.\n\nLuna had found a spot behind a tree, far enough from Ponyville she believed she would be safe, and braced her powerful legs to squat. Groans and gasps escaped her, and she parted her rear legs wide apart, causing her large cheeks to spread. She felt the first tingles of her waste pushing through her tight sphincter. She groaned loudly as a large log of droppings fell from her. She assumed that was it, but suddenly her body shook, and another log was close behind it. It kept coming, much to her surprise, and soon she felt the pressure in her bladder grow too great. She was going to take a step forward to avoid the spreading pile of waste, but found her body was not giving her a chance. More and more dumped out of her, and she was oh so thankful she had decided to come somewhere private for this. How embarrassing if one of her subjects saw her in this very improper way.\n\nAt last, her cheeks clenched, and she practically tumbled forward, a sense of relief washing over her body. She quickly lifted herself off the ground with her magic and carried herself a few feet away from the nasty pile of poop and pee. Passing that much, she felt lighter, hungry, and utterly exhausted. But it had been almost orgasmic, pressing that much out of her virgin pucker, and now she felt oddly giddy.\n\nCelestia was happy as well. She was free of the tight, hot, pitch black bowels of her sister, and although the Everfree Forest was overgrown, the glimmers of light that spilled through the leaves felt like she was embraced by the sun itself. She had been... separated, when she was inside Luna, bits and pieces of her in Luna's belly, her kidneys, her bladder and bowels, but now it seemed Celestia was mostly back together. She still could not move or use her magic, but she could see Luna, lying down. Her sister sighed softly, standing back up, and cast a glance behind her. Shrugging, she headed back for the party, now eager to have some of the Devil's food cake, and Celestia was left alone.\n\nAlone... all alone. Left to... what was left for her now? What would become of her? Aware of her body, aware of herself, but unable to move until she was broken down completely, and fell into oblivion. Was this some punishment? Some retribution for what she had been forced to do to Luna?\n\n\"I hope this works,\" Pinkie Pie muttered, biting the cork off of a large glass bottle. She was shaking as she attempted to pour it, but Rainbow Dash came beside her, and steadied her hoof.\n\n\"It will work,\" Rainbow Dash said, and together, they poured the bath over the pile of horse droppings, doing their best to saturate every stretch of brown and yellow.\n\nA heavy breath tore through Celestia's lungs, the first she had been able to take in days. A crippling pain surged through her suddenly, leaving her on the ground, eyes nearly bulging out of her head. Tears streamed down her face from both pain, and the raw joy that she felt like herself again. Her chest, not yet fully formed, could not tolerate the warm breath surging through her. She saw stars, and she fell, gasping and coughing, body shaking in painful agony.\n\nRainbow Dash cupped Celestia's head, and carefully tilted it up. She placed a cup against Celestia's lips, very slowly tipping it, and giving Celestia the first drink of water she had had in days. \"Princess Celestia, it was all just a prank! We slipped some Poison Joke on your food. We thought that... we never thought any of this would have happened!\"\n\n\"We're so sorry!\" Pinkie Pie shouted.\n\nCelestia stood up very slowly, legs wobbling. She fell once, but then managed to stand and find her balance. Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash both cowered as Celestia took a step towards them. Simultaneously, both opened their mouth to speak, but were silenced when Celestia placed a hoof on their lips. Her voice was calm and steady, and yet that made it worse than if she were yelling. Neither of the younger ponies could stop shaking. \"If either of you ever speak of this to anypony, including each other, I shall know. And I shall banish you to the moon for all eternity. Do I make myself clear?\"\n\nWhimpers and furious nods of the head gave Celestia her answer. She removed her hooves. Her horn sparked several times, before at last, she managed to cast a spell and teleport herself back to her personal quarters at the castle. She almost collapsed from the exertion, her body still not up to snuff. She should probably see a doctor, or eat something, but right now all she wanted to do was melt inside a warm bath.\n\nShe locked the doors to her room and erected shield, before heading into the bathroom. She filled the tub with water and cast a spell that would keep the water hot. She eased herself in very slowly, her hooves and long rear legs, then her groin and chest, and finally up to her neck. This would be the first of a thousand baths before she would ever feel clean again. Tomorrow she would take another. Tomorrow would be busy. Tomorrow, she would have to give a Royal Decree that she had fallen ill, but was now feeling fine, which was not technically a lie. She would thank the people of Equestria for their patience and compassion. Tomorrow, she would take another bath, filled with every shampoo, soap, and herb she could find, and ask if any of the Royal Guards would be willing to scrub her fur. Perhaps she would make Twilight Sparkle do it. But most importantly, tomorrow she would have a long, long conversation with Luna about coming into *her* room, and eating *her* cake."
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"value": "### Title: Max Porn Inc. Pt. 04\n\n### Tags: incest, taboo\n\n### Characters\n\n- **Max (Junior)**: The protagonist and narrator of the story. He is a young man who moves in with his sister Jan, his niece Kacey, and their friend Joe after accepting an offer that allows him to live a life of sexual indulgence. He is the mastermind behind the incest pornography business.\n\n- **Jan**: Max's sister, Kacey's mother, and one of the main participants in the pornography business. She is initially hesitant but becomes more comfortable with the arrangement as the story progresses.\n\n- **Kacey**: Jan's daughter and Max's niece. She is a young woman who becomes increasingly involved in the pornography business. She develops a close relationship with her mother and becomes more confident in her sexuality.\n\n- **Joe**: A friend of Jan and Kacey who becomes the business manager of the pornography venture. She is intelligent, strategic, and becomes romantically involved with Max's father.\n\n- **Max Sr.**: Max's father, who unexpectedly returns after a long absence. He is charismatic, adventurous, and becomes a willing participant in the pornography business, eventually becoming Joe's romantic partner.\n\n### Plot\n\nMax, the protagonist, moves in with his sister Jan, his niece Kacey, and their friend Joe after accepting an offer that allows him to live a life of sexual indulgence. The arrangement involves creating and selling incest pornography, with Max being the primary male performer. The story begins with Max reflecting on his new living situation and his desire to make a living from pornography.\n\nMeanwhile, Jan and Kacey settle into their new routine, with Jan starting a new job and Kacey looking for work. Their relationship has changed since they participated in a threesome with Max, and they have become closer, almost like best friends. Kacey, who has gained confidence through her experiences in the pornography business, expresses her desire to make a living from sex rather than returning to her fast food job.\n\nThe story takes a turn when it is revealed that Joe has been keeping a surprise from the group. She has launched their pornography website prematurely which leads to a successful profit. This leads to the decision to recruit new actors to meet the demand for new content. The group settles into a routine, with evening meals taken together and Joe becoming part of their family.\n\nThe plot thickens when Max's father, Max Sr., unexpectedly returns after a long absence. He reveals that he has seen the pornographic films and, rather than being angry, expresses his desire to become involved in the business. Max Sr. auditions for a role in a new film, which features him and Kacey in a grandfather-granddaughter scenario. The film is a success, and Max Sr. becomes a willing participant in the business.\n\nMax Sr. and Joe become romantically involved, and Max Sr. becomes a new partner in the business. The group continues to create new content, with Jan and Max Sr. filming a scene together. The story concludes with Max and Kacey having sex after watching the film, and Max reflecting on his happiness and the uncertain future of their business. The next day, Max Sr. and Joe reveal new movie ideas, which Max finds exciting and promising for their venture."
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"value": "\"All characters are at least 18 years old.\" \n\n \n\nAnd so, it came to pass that I gave up my bachelor pad and moved into Joe's house with the girls. I mean what guy could pass up an offer like that? To top it off Joe had paid off our leases and told us to sell off our furniture unless we couldn't live without it. \n\nNot a problem for me and I just kept my clothes. Jan and Kacey kept their dressers, but everything else was sold for some more cash. Our first night was a huge party, and we all got too drunk to fuck, but I wasn't worried about it. From then on I would have all the pussy I wanted, anytime I wanted, and life was good as I staggered to my own room and fell into a deep drunken slumber almost immediately. \n\nAs I nursed my hangover the next day at work, I looked around and wondered why I was even working anymore. Now that I was spoiled I didn't want to work unless it involved using my cock in front of a camera. I hoped that the website did well. Then I could retire early and make a living fucking! After all, that is the American dream. \n\n \n\nBack at the big house Jan and Kacey were both getting dressed. Jan to go to her new job and Kacey to look for work since she'd quit her fast food gig. Their relationship had changed since they'd done the threesome with Max. Mom and daughter now seemed much closer, and it was almost as if they were best friends instead of parent and child. Kacey had grown up fast thanks to a few movies. \n\nKacey was standing in her panties and putting on her bra, in the big walk-in closet when Jan came in. \n\n\"Hi,\" Jan said and went to the rack of her clothes and looked for her business suit. \n\n\"Hey mom,\" Kacey replied, \"It's too bad we have to work.\" \n\nJan pulled out her suit, \"Just because we get to live here doesn't mean we can't pitch in.\" \n\n\"True.\" \n\nJan was in her pantyhose as she pulled up her skirt and tucked in her blouse. \"Maybe someday we won't have to work.\" \n\n\"I wouldn't mind just making movies,\" Kacey grinned, \"That doesn't seem like work to me.\" \n\nJan laughed, \"No, I have to admit that would be a great full-time job.\" \n\n\"Yeah, getting paid to enjoy sex,\" Kacey laughed, \"That's a win-win in my book.\" \n\nJan was done except for her shoes in one hand, \"Well until we make it rich. Let's do the best we can.\" \n\n\"Sure mom,\" Kacey replied, \"But if I have to choose between fast food and sex...\" \n\nJan smiled, \"Not really any contest is there?\" \n\n\"No!\" \n\n\"See you later I need to run,\" Jan said, \"Good luck!\" \n\n\"I'll need it.\" \n\nJan stopped and kissed her beautiful daughter on the lips, \"See you tonight.\" \n\n\"Bye mom,\" Kacey replied and finished getting dressed. \n\n \n\nIt turned out that Joe had been keeping a surprise from us. She had let the website go live without telling me almost from the start. \n\nI didn't mind, especially when she broke the news to us and handed out the profit checks. We'd done very well, and people were signing up, and also profits were coming in from some pay-per-view accounts Joe had set up with hotels all over Europe. It seems that sex is the universal language, and taboo was in wide demand...thanks to my idea. \n\nWe all seemed to settle into our separate routines reasonably quickly. Evening meals were taken together, and Joe had become part of our little family. We hadn't done any new films, but the profits were still rising. I attribute that to getting into the incest filming before anyone else had done it. For the time being, we had a corner on the market, and we intended to keep it rolling for as long as we could. \n\nWe'd decided we needed to do some recruiting to match some of the scene idea's we were coming up with. Plus, Joe had told me I couldn't do it all by myself. I didn't want anyone else getting in on my harem, but I realized that if I wanted to make a big pile of cash, I'd have to give in. I just wasn't sure about how to recruit some new actors without getting into trouble. \n\nA week later part of that problem fixed itself. None of us were expecting what happened next. \n\n \n\nWe were sitting around the table finishing off a pizza with a few beers and talking ideas for some new films or maybe even a series of some kind when the doorbell rang. \n\nI said I'd get it thinking it was a package delivery. But man was I shocked when standing there all tan was my dad! \n\n\"Hey Son.\" He said. \n\n\"Dad?\" \n\n\"Anyone else calling you son lately?\" He replied. \n\n\"Damn I thought you were dead!\" I told him. \n\n\"Not yet,\" he said as we shook hands, \"You going to leave me standing out here all night?\" \n\n\"Oh yeah,\" I told him, \"Come on in, Jan and Kacey are here.\" \n\n\"Really? Been a long time since I've seen them.\" \n\n\"Its been a long time since anyone has seen or heard from you.\" \n\n\"Yeah, well I've been busy.\" \n\nI led him to the kitchen, and the girls looked up at the stranger. \n\nJan was first to react and jumped up and gave him a hug. \n\n\"Dad!\" \n\n\"That's me.\" \n\nKacey went next for a hug, \"Hey Gramps!\" \n\nI introduced Joe, and they shook hands. \n\n\"Come on and sit down,\" Joe told him, \"You want some pizza?\" \n\n\"No Ma'am, but a beer Shure would taste good.\" \n\nJoe grabbed him a beer from the icebox as he sat down and took off his fedora. I was still amazed to see him. It had been almost two years since my mom, and he had called it quits. Then he'd just sort of disappeared. No phone calls, letters, or anything. \n\nMy dad looked 10 years younger than 62 and was still in good shape from what I could tell. His mustache and hair had some grey mixed in, but his eyes were still bright, and his mind was working fine. \n\n\"So, what have you been doing the last 2 years?\" Kacey asked her gramps. \n\n\"Been traveling around here and there...and everywhere I guess.\" \n\n\"So, tell us all about it,\" Jan replied excitedly. \n\nNow our dad always could tell stories, right up to the edge of not believing them. The next hour was spent listening and laughing at his commentary while polishing off several beers. Dad could out drink any of us including Jan which is hard to believe. \n\nMy dad had all of us laughing about how he fought off a rabid squirrel that attacked him on a golf course in Florida. He said the critter stole his ball off the green and when he chased it down it turned on him, and he had to fend it off with a golf club until help arrived. I guess you would have had to be there to witness his pantomiming and storytelling, but it was hilarious! \n\nWhen we all settled down again, dad looked down at the table for a moment, then looked up and hit us with another bomb. \n\n\"So, tell me who is the brains behind Max Porn Inc.?\" \n\nKacey sprayed beer all over the table from her mouth and began to choke. Jan turned white, and Joe's eyes got big, but she didn't lose her cool. \n\nDad laughed, \"I guess that answers my question.\" Looking over at Joe. \n\nJoe didn't answer and looked over at me as Kacey grabbed a washcloth and wiped up the beer mess. \n\nDad turned and looked over at me, \"Fess up Max, I saw all of the movies.\" \n\n\"Jesus!\" Kacey said and ran to the sink like she was going to throw up. \n\nJan put her elbow on the table and covered her eyes with her hand as she turned red. \n\nJoe just watched wondering what was going to happen. Now I never had much luck lying to the old man, so I just went with the truth. I mean if he'd seen the movies then there wasn't much I could say to deny it. \n\n\"It was my idea,\" I told him, \"Joe is the business brains.\" \n\n\"Not surprising,\" He replied, \"I bet she is as smart as she is good looking.\" \n\nI noticed Joe blush a little bit at that comment, but she kept her mouth shut. \n\n\"So, how did you see the movies?\" I asked him since he didn't appear to be mad about it. \n\n\"Saw them in London one night on pay-per-view in my hotel room. I was intrigued by the name Max Porn. Imagine my surprise when I recognized everyone but Joe.\" \n\n\"I bet that was a bit of a surprise,\" I told him not knowing what else to say. \n\n\"You did a good job keeping them in Europe, but people do travel. Somebody was bound to see them sooner or later.\" \n\nKacey got a fresh beer and sat back down at the table. Jan was looking up again but still red. \n\n\"I tracked you down through the fake company name that own's the website,\" Dad told us, \"With a little work I tracked Josephine to this address. You never asked me how I found out where you lived at now.\" \n\n\"I should have thought of that.\" Joe said at last, \"We need to fix that right away.\" \n\n\"Not everybody will go through all the trouble to find you like me,\" Dad replied, \"But I can give you a few ideas on how to better cover your tracks.\" \n\n\"Sorry dad,\" Jan let out, \"Nobody was ever supposed to know about this. We did it because we needed the money.\" \n\n\"Hey, your all adults,\" he replied, \"I'd have been crazy pissed off 25 years ago, but these days I have a bigger view of the world.\" \n\n\"You're not going to throw a fit?\" Jan asked, looking afraid. \n\n\"Nope, but I will tell you what I want.\" \n\nEverybody looked at him now, \"What's that?\" I asked. \n\n\"Who do I see for an audition?\" \n\nJoe smiled, and Kacey laughed out loud. Even Jan had a smirk on her face. \n\nDad stood up and grabbed his crotch, \"Do you want to see my credentials?\" \n\nMy dad always had enjoyed shocking his friends and family with his stunts. This time was a bit close to home, but it was still funny. \n\nJoe laughed, \"God I love this family!\" \n\n\"Yeah, they have been loving you too!\" Dad told her and sat back down. \n\nI think Kacey and Jan were the most shocked. They'd never seen this side of dad before. I'd seen a bit of it growing up when all his friends were around and talking guy talk about women. \n\nI still wasn't sure that dad was being honest or just playing us. \n\n\"You really watched all the movies?\" I asked him. \n\nDad smiled, \"Several times, made me horny as a Billy Goat. I think you got a gold mine here.\" \n\nAll the girls laughed this time, and the ice had been broken. \n\n\"I do have a script I've been working on that needs an older man,\" Joe said to me. \n\nI wasn't sure what to do, but I told him, \"Let us talk about it and give you an answer.\" \n\n\"Fair enough,\" Dad replied, \"I'm staying at the Hilton.\" And he passed me a card with his room number scratched on it in pencil. \n\n\"Well I guess I should get back,\" Dad said getting up, \"I'll let you board of directors talk about it.\" \n\nWe bid him goodnight and told him to come back over tomorrow night for dinner with us. \n\n \n\nAfter dad left, we all looked at each other. \n\n\"Well?\" Joe said at last, \"What do you think.\" \n\n\"I don't know what to think right now,\" Jan replied, \"I'm still in shock.\" \n\n\"Yeah,\" Kacey added, \"I thought I was going to die when he mentioned the movies!\" \n\nI was still thinking about it. My dad wasn't always what he seemed. I thought he was being truthful and he sure could have been mad when he found out what I'd been doing...well what we all had been doing. \n\n\"So, what's this idea you had?\" I asked Joe. \n\nJoe outlined the scene that would be about a grandpa and granddaughter. I thought it would be hot if Kacey would go along with it. I mean Jan and Joe wouldn't be the right age to make it seem real. \n\nJan liked it as well, but Kacey wasn't saying anything. \n\n\"I don't know if I can do it?\" Kacey said at last,\"It seems kind of weird, not to mention he's my grandpa!\" \n\n\"Hey you don't have to we can always get Amy,\" I told Kacey. \n\n\"Okay, now that we have that figured that out I'll negotiate a price with Max Senior if the film comes out okay,\" Joe said. \n\n\"Sure Joe,\" I told her. \n\n\"Wait!\" Kacey said, \"I want that money, don't give it to Amy...I want to do it. \n\n\"You sure?\" Jan asked. \n\n\"Yeah mom, but don't blame me if he can't get it up.\" \n\nWe all had a good laugh, Kacey was something else! \n\nIt seemed kind of funny to me that my dad had named me after himself. Especially considering what sort of new business we were probably going to be partners in. \n\n \n\nWhile Jan and I were at work the next day, Joe got in touch with Max Sr. \n\nJoe used her idea and filmed that afternoon with Kacey playing the part of the granddaughter, which in actuality she was. But as far as anyone else who watched the film knew she was \"Maddie Mae\" in the credits. \n\nEveryone was in good spirits for our family dinner. Dad seemed particularly happy, and Kacey looked back to her bubbly sarcastic self. \n\n\"So, you made a new film I hear,\" I asked Kacey. \n\n\"Yep, and it's going to make a fortune!\" \n\n\"I bet it will, when can I see it?\" \n\n\"I'm almost done with the edits,\" Joe replied, \"You can watch it tonight.\" \n\n\"I want to see it too,\" Jan added. \n\n\"I thought I did pretty well for my first time,\" Max Sr. grinned and then took a bite of steak. \n\n\"I'll be the judge of that,\" Jan laughed, \"Kacey was worried you wouldn't be able to get it up.\" \n\n\"MOM!\" \n\nEveryone laughed at the look on my dad's face. \n\n\"The day that happens I'll just shoot myself!\" Max Sr. replied. \n\nI noticed the way Joe had been looking at my dad, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. I thought maybe she had a thing for my dad. If she did that was fine with me. The horny old goat needed someone to tie him down again. \n\nAfter dinner was over, we all helped clean up the kitchen. I wasn't a bit surprised when Joe said she was going back to dad's hotel to negotiate a contract with him. I just smiled and wished them well. I had a pretty good idea that Joe had a private audition in mind with my dad. \n\nKacey left soon after saying she was going to a high school friends party and see if she might recruit another girl for the team. I was all for that and told her to find a girl at least as hot as she was. \n\nThat made her smile, and she gave me a kiss on the lips that made me want to strip her naked and fuck her right there in front of her mom. After she went out the door, Jan just winked at me. \n\n\"Kacey might try to play it off, but I can tell she's in love with you,\" Jan told me. \n\n\"I'm in love with both of you.\" \n\nJan laughed out loud, \"You're in love with whoever is willing to give you some pussy!\" \n\n\"You might have a point there,\" I told her. \n\n\"Max, I'm dying to see that movie.\" \n\n\"Me too,\" And I told her to grab some beer and let's go watch it. \n\nWe ended up in the living room. Might as well watch it on the big screen. I popped in the DVD that Joe gave me. \n\nDirty Grampa, was a simple enough title as it opened. \n\nIt started out with a knock on the door, and my dad answered it. Kacey was looking young and beautiful. \n\n\"Hi, Maddie, what brings you here?\" \n\n\"I wanted to ask you a favor,\" Kacey asked looking sheepish. \n\n\"Sure, come on in.\" \n\nKacey had on a tight-fitting blue T-shirt and dark blue shorts with sneakers. She looked like a high school girl, and I guess she had been a few months ago before she'd graduated. \n\nThey'd filmed it in the house, and Max Sr. had her sit on the sofa. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with bold colors and loose shorts and flip-flops. \n\n\"So, tell me what's this favor you need?\" \n\nKacey looked afraid and embarrassed at the same time. \n\n\"We are having a big party tomorrow night, and we can't find anyone to buy the booze for us,\" Kacey said, \"I was wondering if you would do that for me?\" \n\nMax Sr. looked thoughtful, \"I don't know...if someone gets caught and tells who bought it, I'd be in big trouble with the law. \n\n\"Please! I already collected the money and a list.\" Pulling out a handful of bills and a little piece of paper that I supposed was the list. \n\n\"I don't know,\" Sr. replied, \"Let's have a beer, and I'll think about it.\" \n\n\"Okay,\" Kacey replied her face brightening up as they went to the kitchen. \n\nIt wasn't rocket science, but then you have to remember it was a porn movie and most people who watched it wanted the sex with a semi-believable story. I was good with the lead in, and the plot for the most part and Kacey looked young and vulnerable. \n\nThey sat at the table and Kacey downed her beer pretty quickly. So, did Sr. as they talked about her upcoming graduation and some other stuff. \n\nFinally, Sr. looked her over and said, \"Remember that time I asked you to let me take some photos of you?\" \n\n\"Yeah,\" Kacey said, looking like it was a bad memory. \n\n\"You let me take some pictures, and I'll think about it.\" \n\n\"You're my grandpa, taking nude photos of me is pretty sick.\" \n\n\"I'm also a man that thinks you are the sexiest woman he's ever seen. \n\nKacey seemed to be thinking about it as she picked up her empty beer can, \"If I have a few more beers I might do it.\" \n\n\"No, problem,\" Sr. told her, \"Maybe a shot of Sloe gin will help?\" \n\n\"What's that?\" \n\nSr. got the bottle out of a cupboard with two shot glasses. \n\n\"Sort of cherry flavored liquor,\" He told her putting the shot glasses on the table and got two more beers while Kacey read the label and opened the bottle and smelled it. \n\n\"It smells good.\" \n\nSr. poured the shot glasses full and handed one to her, \"Down the hatch.\" \n\nKacey sniffed it and then tossed it back making a face as it burned down her throat. \n\nSr. put his empty shot glass down and looked at her, \"How was it.\" \n\n\"Good can I have another?\" \n\n\"Sure.\" \n\nThey had a few more shots between sips of beers, and you could tell it was making Kacey a bit drunk. Or at least she was acting the part really well. Since she was like Jan, I suspected she could drink more than she let on. \n\n\"You still want me to buy that booze?\" Sr. asked her. \n\n\"Yeah, will you do it?\" \n\n\"I will if you do something for me.\" \n\n\"Okay, I guess.\" \n\nThe scene next cut to the bedroom. Kacey was leaning back against a stack of pillows on the headboard of Joe's king size bed. \n\n\"Take your shirt off.\" Sr. told her as he had a small digital camera in his hand. \n\nKacey looked reluctant but pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. \n\n\"The bra.\" \n\nKacey looked disgusted but took it off and laid back showing off her nice teen tits. Sr. took some photos and told her to smile not frown. \n\nHe walked over and touched her nipple. \n\n\"Hey, what are you doing?\" \n\n\"I want those nice nipples to be hard and teased it again with the tip of his finger. \n\n\"You're really sick,\" Kacey looked away but let Sr. tease both of her nipples into hard points before he took a few more photos after giving both of her boobs a couple of squeezes. \n\n\"Take those shorts off for me.\" \n\nKacey frowned but pulled them down and struggled a bit to get them over her sneakers. She flopped back against the pillows with just bright pink panties and sneakers on. \n\n\"Happy now?\" She snipped, lifting one knee up and showing a nice crotch shot of her little camel toe between her legs. \n\n\"Perfect,\" Sr. smiled and took some pics of her. \n\n\"Take those panties off and show me your little pussy.\" \n\n\"God, I need another shot,\" Kacey complained. \n\n\"I'll bring you one while you pull them off.\" \n\nKacey pulled her panties off still leaving her sneakers on, and Sr. showed back up and handed her the bottle. Kacey took a big pull of the gin and leaned back smiling a bit more. \n\n\"That tastes so good!\" She laughed, \"I'm going to have to add that to my list. \n\nShe seemed to have forgotten her grandpa was taking photos of her crotch. She just smiled and posed as he wanted. \n\nEither Kacey was really drunk or a great actor as she giggled and rubbed her pussy while Sr. took some pictures. Probably a little of both I thought but it was great stuff, and Jan sat right next to me watching intently like me. \n\nSr. got her to move over to the side of the bed flat on her back with her legs hanging down from her knees over the edge. Senior pushed her legs wide apart as Kacey giggled as he took some close-ups of her little twat. \n\nSr. put his hand on her bare skin and started to rub her clit with his thumb. \n\n\"What are you doing?\" Kacey laughed and sat partway up to look. \n\n\"Giving your little pussy a massage,\" Sr. replied, rubbing her little clit faster. \n\n\"Oh GOD!\" Kacey moaned and flopped back down, \"You never said anything about touching.\" \n\"Want some more sloe gin to change your mind?\" Sr. asked. \n\n\"Sure.\" \n\nKacey took a big swig and flopped back down as Sr. got her started rubbing her pussy and then moved down to kiss it. \n\nSr. went to town eating her little pussy as Kacey moaned and let him. Holding her boobs and grinding her hips on his mouth when she came. Having fucked her before I could tell it was the real thing, not something for the cameras. \n\nSr. pulled off his clothes really quickly as Kacey slowly recovered from her orgasm. Sr. pulled her up sitting on the side and put her hand on his big stiff cock. \n\n\"I thought you wanted to take pictures,\" Kacey asked but held his large dick and stroked it a bit. \n\n\"I do,\" Sr. told her,\" I want some pictures of you sucking it.\" \n\n\"I can't believe I'm doing this,\" Kacey told him just before she took the tip of his cock into her mouth. \n\n\"I told you his cock was as big as yours,\" Jan said, and lightly backhanded my arm. \n\nFor the most part, I forgot it was my dad as the camera didn't film his face too much. I just enjoyed watching Kacey sucking the hell out of his cock. She looked to be enjoying it as much as Sr. did. \n\nI mentioned to Jan, \"She really is a good actress.\" \n\n\"It's not acting when it really is your grandpa or brother.\" Jan smiled and grabbed my bulging crotch. \n\n\"Yeah, I guess not.\" \n\nKacey stopped and looked full of lust when she looked up at Sr. \"Are you going to fuck me, grandpa?\" \n\nSr. didn't say anything and pushed her flat on her back. A close up of the tip of his cock rubbing between her wet folds before he pushed it in. \n\n\"AH, Ooooohh AAhh!\" Kacey groaned loudly as Sr. pushed his dick half-up her little twat. \n\n\"You got a tight little pussy!\" he grunted and began to fuck her slowly at first as Kacey yelled and acted like it was too big for her. \n\nI knew Kacey could take mine without any problems and had to give her credit for making the film even better. \n\nSr. gave Kacey a good hard fucking for 5 or 6 minutes before he shot his load. Kacey was moaning the whole time and cumming with him at the end. Her orgasm looked for real as she ground her pussy against his body while he came in her. \n\nWhen it was over, he pulled out, and a little stream of cum leaked out as he wiped his creamy cock all over her pussy. Then Sr. took some pictures of her fresh fucked pussy before he went off camera. Kacey laid there a while and rubbed his cum leaking out and giggled and shivered as she wiped it up her slit to her clit. \n\nKacey sat up, at last, looking drunk and well fucked with her face pink. Her nipples still hard as diamonds when Sr. came back in. \n\nKacey stood up in just her sneakers, \"You better buy me that booze now.\" \n\n\"I will,\" he told her and came over and gave her a kiss on the lips that left her looking dazed. \n\n\"I need a nap after that,\" Kacey said. \n\n\"I called your mom and told her you had a flat tire, and you'd stay here tonight until I get it fixed.\" \n\n\"Oh good,\" Kacey replied and kicked off her sneakers and crawled back up on the bed. \n\nSr. covered her with a blanket, he kissed her forehead as she snuggled into the quilt. \n\n\"Sleep tight,\" He told her, \"When you wake up I'm going to fuck you again.\" \n\n\"Okay, grandpa.\" \n\nThe End. \n\nI clicked it off and asked Jan, \"What did you think?: \n\nJan looked at me with that look, \"I thought it was hot!\" \n\n\"Me too, I guess dad is going to be our new partner.\" \n\nI could see Jan wasn't wearing a bra and her hard nipples showed through her shirt. I also felt ramped up after watching my niece get fucked by my dad of all people. \n\nJan put her hand on my bulging crotch again. \n\n\"We got the whole place to ourselves,\" Jan grinned, \"I might just rape you.\" \n\nMy sister was hot from watching a movie of our dad fucking her own daughter. The fact is I was too, and maybe all of us were mentally ill. I wasn't sure, but I knew if I found a woman like my sister I'd marry her in a second. \n\nThe next thing I knew Jan was pulling my pants down to get to my cock. I let her, and sat back and enjoyed it while she sucked my cock to the point I had to fuck her! \n\nJan pulled her shirt and shorts off and straddled my lap. Putting my cock between her legs and sitting all the way down on it with her tits in my face. Her pussy was really wet and hot as she began to hump and kiss me at the same time. \n\nI have to say there is something special about fucking your sister that's hard to explain. The wrongness of it just turns you on even more than usual. Apparently, Jan felt the same as she came in just a few minutes with a loud yell. \n\nHer breath was still coming hard when she told me, \"I want you to fuck me up the ass.\" \n\nJan got off me and got on all fours on the carpet. My cock was slippery with her juicy cum, and it slid up her tight anus without many problems. Fuck that tight ring felt good around my cock! \n\nI was hot and fucked my sister just as hard as I could. And she gave back just as much as I gave her. We ended up knocking over the coffee table but didn't care. When I came in her at last, I thought my brain would explode from the orgasm. Jan loved it and moaned with pleasure as I shot a huge load up her rear and squeezed the hell out of her beautiful tits. \n\nAfter a much-needed shower, we crawled into her bed together and fell asleep. \n\nI thought it was too bad the cameras missed it. It would have made a great film the way we went at it. \n\n \n\nThe next morning Jan, Kacey, and I had breakfast together before we left for work. Joe hadn't made it home from Max Senior's hotel. Not surprising if my dad was anything like me when it came to bedding the women. Joe had started to embrace her love of sex as well thanks to my movie scheme. \n\n\"We watched your film last night,\" Jan said to Kacey. \n\nKacey turned red, \"What did you think?\" \n\n\"Fantastic!\" I butted in, \"Got me hard.\" \n\n\"It sure did,\" Jan laughed. \n\nKacey looked at both of us, \"Sorry I missed the fun, the party was a waste of time for the most part.\" \n\n\"Did you see any hot girls that need some money?\" I asked. \n\n\"Yeah, a couple but they were too snooty, so I didn't bother.\" \n\n\"Too bad,\" Jan laughed, \"They don't know what they are missing.\" \n\n\"I like keeping it in the family,\" Kacey grinned, \"the money that is.\" \n\nHonestly, at times like this, I wondered how this all happened? My sister, niece, and now my dad all cool with fucking each other? Putting it on film and making money doing it. I figured we were all defective in some way or else the lure of easy money mixed with sex was just the drug that made it possible. I thought that someday I'd have to write a book about it. Call it \"The Perves\" or something like that. \n\n \n\nWhen I got home that night from work, Joe and Max Sr. were there and in good spirits. Same with Kacey and Jan. It was like I was late for a party with all the empty beer bottles on the kitchen table. \n\n\"Hey son,\" Dad said waving a beer bottle around, \"How was work?\" \n\n\"Not as much fun as Y'all are having.\" \n\n\"Drink up we are celebrating!\" \n\n\"What?\" \n\n\"I'm your new partner, that's what,\" Dad told me, \"I want a name change like Max² Porn Inc.\" \n\n\"Max squared,\" Joe smiled, \"I like that!\" \n\n\"See,\" he told me pointing at Joe, \"She knows a good thing.\" \n\n\"Let me think about it.\" \n\n\"Sure, sure...I got lots of ideas.\" \n\n\"I'm sure you do dad.\" \n\nBeing the only sober one in the house, I set out to get caught up by downing beers. \n\nAbout 8PM I was feeling no pain, and that's when Joe announced we were about to do a new film her and Senior thought up. \n\nI didn't argue, \"Hell I was almost toasted to a crackly crunch by then. If someone needed a good fucking, I was game for it. \n\nIt seemed easy enough for me when Joe laid out the idea. My part would be simple, Jan's not so much. I was sure she could handle it as she had done me the night before. \n\nKacey and Joe handled the video cameras, and we got started making another porn adventure. All of us happy drunks were ready to put our debauchery down for the paying customers. \n\n \n\nThe scene opens with Jan who is my wife guiding me inside the house. I'm staggering drunk which is only a few beers from the truth. My dad is my dad in this movie, and Jan's father-in-law who took us out on the town for dinner and drinks. \n\nI pass out on the bed, and that's the end of my part. Jan takes a shower and puts on a nice fluffy terry cloth robe I stole from a hotel and nothing else. Senior is sitting on the sofa watching a basketball game and still drinking beer. \n\nThe rest unfolds like this: \n\nJan looks pissed and comes out and plops down on the sofa next to Max Sr. with a beer. Her robe is loose and shows some nice looking cleavage as she sits back and looks at the TV with a disgusted look on her face. \n\nSenior looks at her, \"What happened to Junior?\" \n\n\"He passed out dead drunk.\" \n\n\"That sucks,\" Max Sr. tells her, \"I need to have a talk with that boy.\" \n\n\"About what?\" \n\n\"He needs to take care of his beautiful wife no matter how drunk he is.\" \n\n\"Yeah, good luck with that.\" \n\n\"I thought you two would be making a lot of noise by now.\" My dad grinned at Jan. \n\n\"I wish.\" \n\n\"Maybe I could fill in for him,\" Sr. said, \"Be his stunt double since he's down and out.\" \n\nJan smiled at him, \"What are you saying exactly?\" \n\n\"I'm saying my son should take care of business with his hot wife.\" \n\n\"You think you could keep up with me?\" Jan asked. \n\n\"Try me and find out,\" Sr. replied, \"What have you got to lose?\" \n\n\"True,\" Jan grinned, \"Maybe it would teach him a lesson.\" \n\n\"Only one way to find out gorgeous.\" \n\nMy dad slid over next to her and put his hand inside her robe. Filling his hand with her warm boob. \n\nThey kissed as he began to fondle her boobs and raise her nipples into hard points. \n\n\"That feels good Max,\" Jan told him. \n\n\"Just call me dad,\" Max Sr. told her and pulled the top of her robe open and exposed her bare tits. He bent over and started sucking her delicious hard nipples. \n\nHis hand went between her legs and began to massage her pussy. Jan was starting to get into it and kissed him hard and long as he teased her wet pussy. I knew my dad was for real because Jan was his real daughter. In the same situation, I wouldn't have to act either! \n\nSoon he was ripping off her robe and pushing her knees apart. Putting his face in her crotch and licking her pussy as she moaned. \n\n\"You're making me crazy!\" Jan hissed, \"You better fuck me or get out of my house!\" \n\nSr. ripped her robe open all the way and held her tits with both hands as he penetrated her wet cunt. \n\n\"OH GOD!\" Jan groaned as her dad's big hard dick slid all the way up inside her. \n\n\"That feels so good,\" Jan groaned, \"Fuck me, dad...Oh, Yess! fuck me.\" \n\n\"Daddy will fuck you anytime you want.\" Sr. said and began to pound his cock into her wet heaven. \n\n\"Oh my GOD!\" Jan groaned, \"Give it to me!\" \n\nWith a lot of screaming and moaning my dad fucked my sister as we filmed it. It ended up as you'd expect with her pussy full of hot cum. Both of them clutching each other as they shared a mutual orgasm. \n\nWatching this left me horny as fuck and Kacey had that look in her eyes. We were not needed, and I took her hand and led her to my room. My niece was excited as well and knew I wanted to fuck her as much as she needed me at that moment. The movie was the last things in our minds as I pushed my dick up inside of her tight little teenage cunt. \n\nWe fucked until I shot my load sooner than I wanted. Shit, it was good, and we fell asleep together with my dick still inside my sexy niece. \n\nI didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but right then, I was happy with my cock safe and sound inside of Kacey's hot pussy. Life was better than good! \n\nI found out the next day about the new movie ideas my dad and Joe had come up with. I had to admit I liked them...I loved them very much!"
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"value": "### Title: Belinda Ch. 03\n\n### Tags: party, family sexcapades, sexcapade\n\n### Characters\n\n- **Belinda**: One of the central characters who is in a relationship with Rachel. She is comfortable with her sexuality and expressive in her interactions with Rachel.\n- **Rachel**: Belinda's partner, who is also comfortable with her sexuality. She is playful and adventurous, enjoying intimate moments with Belinda.\n- **Carl**: A man who is in a relationship with Belinda but finds himself attracted to Lucy. He struggles with his feelings and ultimately gives in to his desires.\n- **Lucy**: An anthro who is attracted to Carl and initiates a sexual encounter with him. She is direct and knows what she wants.\n- **Eddie**: A character who struggles with his sexuality and past experiences. He has a complex relationship with his sister and her partner, and he has feelings for his cousin Rebecca.\n- **Frank**: Rachel's ex-husband who is now engaged to Rebecca. He has a past sexual experience with Eddie and Rachel, which causes some tension and confusion.\n- **Rebecca**: Frank's fiancée and Eddie's cousin. She has feelings for Eddie and is curious about his past sexual experiences. She is bold and direct in her pursuits.\n- **John and Helene**: An older married couple who still enjoy an active sex life. They are playful and comfortable with each other, using imagination and role-play to keep their intimacy exciting.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe narrative begins with Belinda and Rachel returning home from a party, laughing and discussing the evening's events. During the cab ride, Belinda suddenly kisses Rachel, leading to a passionate make-out session. Meanwhile, Carl and Lucy, who had left the party together, arrive at Lucy's apartment. Despite Carl's initial hesitation, he gives in to his attraction to Lucy, and they engage in a intense sexual encounter.\n\nEddie, who had left the party feeling conflicted, returns home alone. He struggles with his feelings, particularly his past experiences and his attraction to his cousin Rebecca. He attempts to distract himself with television and pornography but finds no satisfaction. Frank and Rebecca, who are engaged, return to their hotel. Frank is troubled by his past experiences with Rachel and Eddie, which affects his ability to be intimate with Rebecca. After a candid conversation, Rebecca reveals her curiosity about Eddie and her desire to explore a potential threesome, much to Frank's discomfort.\n\nRachel and Belinda, back at their house, engage in a relaxed and intimate moment in their yard, leading to a passionate encounter. The next morning, Eddie receives a call from Rebecca, who visits him at his apartment. Their meeting quickly turns intimate, with Rebecca boldly initiating a sexual encounter. Afterward, Rebecca suggests involving Frank in future encounters, but Eddie is hesitant. Despite his reservations, Eddie is drawn to the idea of continuing his relationship with Rebecca. Meanwhile, Rebecca is determined to explore her desires further, even if it means navigating the complex dynamics of her relationship with Frank and her attraction to Eddie."
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"value": "The ride home from the party for Belinda and Rachel was punctuated by fits of laughter as they discussed the evening's events. The look on Eddie's face, the shock of Frank's arrival, the acceptance of Belinda's parents and the confusion everyone else seemed to be feeling as they watched the key players interacting in a rather odd way. Of course Carl's departure with Lucy was something to wonder about as well. \n\nAs the cab made its way along, Belinda suddenly stopped and just stared at Rachel. Without saying a word, she leaned forward and took Rachel's face in her left hand, leaned in and kissed her. Rachel responded in kind and the two began to make out in the back of the cab. The cab driver suddenly noticed that the laughter had subsided and casually glanced in the rear view mirror. Then he looked over his shoulder. Then his peripheral vision caught the yellow light and he hit the break nearly sending Belinda and Rachel off the seat. That was when the laughter started again. The cabbie realized he just blew it and in his mind cursed himself. \"One QUICK better look, now they won't kiss again. Stupid fool! Stupid fool!\" \n\nCarl and Lucy had arrived at Lucy's apartment a while back. Both were a little tipsy but Carl had been careful not to over indulge. When they had pulled up, Lucy said, \"Carl, you're a sweet guy. I loved our conversation and giving me a ride home was very nice.\" She looked into his eyes and added, \"I know you're seeing Belinda, but I really just want to kiss you right now. Would that be OK?\" \n\nCarl hesitated. He CONCIOUSLY gave Lucy a ride home because he liked her and since both were ready to leave and she WAS more banged up than he was, felt it might be safer. But SUBCONCIOUSLY, he was attracted to her and really hoped to score. This was becoming more clear to him, especially as he noted that her boobs were almost falling out of her shirt. He knew this was wrong. He loved Belinda, he really did, but she always seemed to not be as interested in him as he was in her and... \n\nCarl leaned over, wrapped his arms around Lucy and deeply kissed her. They sat in his car for at least five minutes making out when Lucy suddenly pushed him away and said, breathlessly, \"NO, I cannot do this.\" \n\nCarl was taken aback and for 2 seconds was one of the most confused men on Earth. He was also feeling immediate physical frustration as his hard on was nearly pushing through his pants. He couldn't speak, and could barely breathe. \n\n\"I can't do this,\" Lucy went on, \"it's too uncomfortable. Come up stairs so we can get naked and fuck each other's brains out. This car is TOO fucking small!\" \n\nThey jumped out and almost ran into the building, Carl having difficulty standing upright, never mind running, but he kept up as best he could. \n\nLucy fumbled through her purse for her keys and with hands shaking, got them into the building. Three flights of stairs to her apartment was taking so much energy out of them, Carl began to wonder if he's actually perform once he got up there. They entered her apartment and she threw the door shut with one hand and began to rip her clothes off with the other. \n\nCarl was never so happy as to have a pull over sweater. Disrobing was a little easier for him and he was naked before she was. He approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck. \n\n\"Fer Krissakes, can I get my bra off first?\" Lucy asked. \n\n\"Sorry.\" \n\nOnce it was off, Carl was off and running. His little soldier was about to invade the rear areas of his intended conquest when Lucy said, \"Hey, up front. I don't do anal.\" \n\nCarl hadn't really intended to do her up the ass, it just happened to be where his dick was, and her ass. It did feel nice as it pressed slightly between her cheeks though. As he turned her, she grasped him and the two began to kiss again, passionately, more so than in the car, and more naked. Her breasts were magnificent and REAL. Her hand around his cock was soft and she didn't tug or even stroke him, it was more like chiffon gently gliding over him, back and forth. \n\nLucy's breasts were slightly lower than Carl's chest and her nipples were pressed into him as they kissed. She loved how his penis felt in her hand, even though it was smaller than she expected, it had a nice feel to it and lacked any odd bumps or curves. It was like a really smooth, but soft vibrator. She pulled away and led him to the couch where she sat him down. She looked up at his face and said, \"I want to check out the merchandise a little more closely. Y'dig?\" Carl just smiled. \n\nShe sat on the floor and rested her chin on his thigh and looked closely at it, gliding her fingers over and around it. It had lovely coloring, a bit normal flesh tone with just a little pink. She'd once blown a guy who's dick was a raging purple and so vaney that it looked very fake. She hadn't been able to finish because she didn't want to look at it anymore and, whereas it was BIG, she just fucked him. Carl's wasn't big, it was just lovely to her, so she lingered, staring at it, playing with it and when she looked back up at Carl, he had one of the biggest grins she had ever seen so she knew he wasn't about to rush her. \n\nCarl had never seen a woman admire him like this before. It was a huge boost to his ego and her hand; her touch was so loving. When she leaned forward to took him into her mouth, he suddenly feared he would shoot his load then and there, but thankfully, he didn't and he watched as her lips rose up and down on his shaft. She kissed all around the base of the glans and let her tongue slip up and down the front. She now positioned herself with her elbows on his thighs and knelt before him, lowering her mouth onto him, taking him deeply in. He could feel her tongue working magic all around him, but of course he couldn't see it, just feel it, and feel it he did. \n\nLucy stopped. She stood. She spread her legs and moved to sit on his lap. Her labia engulfed his cock and she squeezed her muscles as tight as she could. She didn't ride him, just held him inside of her and began to kiss his neck. \n\nCarl responded with a heavy sigh, nudged her back and began to kiss her. She never moved up and down or even side to side, just held on for dear life with her kegal muscles. He could feel the muscles working on his shaft. It was the most amazing sensation he had ever encountered. They began to almost shiver in unison as their respective orgasms came closer and closer. They were building slowly together. \n\nLucy pulled Carl closer, held him tighter, squeezing him. Carl responded in kind. When he exploded, they almost blended into each other they hug was so tight. The climax was so intense, that both of them became a bit dizzy and weak immediately. They sat in the same position for several moments, breathing deeply, holding onto one and other just trying to muster some strength. Neither had the strength to speak. \n\nOnce they had collected themselves, Lucy had to move first, being on top and all. She slid off the slowly softening intruder and flopped onto the couch next to Carl. He looked down at his phallus and said, \"Wow. Never before.\" \n\nLucy gave him a look of confusion and he added, \"I've never had something like that happen before. That was, I cannot describe it.\" He paused, kissed her on the forehead and added, \"You are incredible.\" \n\nLucy smiled. She stroked his chest, kissed his shoulder and whispered, \"So, I figure once we find out I'm pregnant...oh, I didn't take my pill today, just to let you know...once we find out I'm pregnant, we can start the wedding plans.\" \n\nCarl was too spent to react much, but inside he felt his very soul screaming. He looked over at her, his mouth agape and the fear shown in his eyes. Lucy noticed as she looked up at him and began to laugh. \n\n\"I'm KIDDING!\" \n\nHe sighed almost as hard as when she had first touched his penis. \n\nJohn and Helene got home and John was exhausted, yet horny. Helene was just exhausted but figured for the sake of shutting her beloved husband up, she'd give him a hand job. Better yet, less work if she just got on her knees on the bed and let him screw her doggie style. Age had taken its toll on both of them and both were susceptible to leg cramps, but it seemed that he'd get them worse than she did so she would get on all fours on the edge of the bed and he'd slip in from behind her and ravage her. John went down the hall into the bathroom and Helene stripped down and got into position before John got back. She giggled knowing what his reaction would be. \n\nWhen John entered and saw Helene he immediately said, \"Honey, you're on my side of the bed. I'm pooped, could you just move over?\" \n\nShe got up ready to slug him but when she heard HIM giggle, she just hugged him and they kissed. John added, \"Hey, get back down there. I'm not passing up THIS invitation!\" And he didn't. \n\nHe dropped his pajama bottoms and his already hard cock slid into his wife so smoothly and quickly. She may have been in her sixties, but this woman could still get wet as hell, but never so wet as to be gross. John loved that about her. His love pump slid in deeply and he looked down to watch himself enter and exit her over and over again, listening to the moisture being slopped around. He slid a finger down between her butt cheeks and played gently with her asshole and then, he came. It was a hard intense orgasm, though he only shot blanks since his prostate cancer operation a few years prior, he could still get that wonderful feeling and he let out a loud groan. He slammed his pelvis into her plump rump as the final seconds of climax emitted from his body and the last few strokes of his cock filled her. \n\nHelene fell forward, rolled over and reached down to achieve her own orgasm. Her fingers reached around her belly and spead her swollen lips. She was neither spring chicken nor model material anymore, but she knew she was still a good looking woman and liked herself. Now, she was going to love herself, and John was going to help on the outside while Robert DeNiro helped on the INSIDE. Helene always had a bit of a crush on the actor and would turn to him now and them, mentally, to help her out. \n\nJohn massaged Helene's body as she massaged her womanhood. He stroked and kissed her breasts and neck as she vigorously stroked her clitoris. As she built to orgasm, Bobby De Niro began to give her a light hickey on her shoulder. Then he sucked her right nipple, biting it gently. His hands were beautiful. She could hear him saying, \"Destiny has brought us together for one fleeting moment. Let's not spit in its eye,\" From the movie \"Being Flynn.\" She loved that movie though the storyline of a mentally handicapped, alcoholic writer was so far removed from THIS particular event. That line seemed to jump into her head as she tensed up and felt Bobb...JOHN, ah what the hell, BOBBY reach down and help her with her self pleasuring. She shivered and shuddered and came like a freight train, moaning and groaning until the sixth orgasm just overwhelmed her and drained her of her strength. She lay in silence for a moment, regaining her breath then looked up at John. \n\n\"De Niro?\" He asked, smiling. \n\nShe smiled back. He knew her all too well. \n\nEddie got home and just wanted to cry. He had no girlfriend. His sister was now a lesbian with the woman that may have turned him gay and the guy he may have turned gay with was now sleeping with the one cousin he always secretly wished he could bang. The woman with whom is sister was having sex, had... \n\nHe couldn't think of it any longer. He put on the TV. Nothing interested him. He went over to the computer and started looking up random things. Then, as many guys will do, he went to porn. The first free site he went to had the usual display of samples. The first thing that caught his eye was a gorgeous blond, sort of like Marilyn Chambers and a guy going to town. He clicked on it only to find that about a minute into the video, another guy joins them. He x'd out of it. The next one was granny porn. NOPE! Too close to home. Girl/girl? NOPE, too close to home. \n\nHe had another couple of drinks watching Luftwaffe videos then went to bed. \n\nFrank and Rebecca got back to their hotel. Frank was having trouble getting it up, even though Rebecca was in the mood. After a few minutes of her playing with him, unsuccessfully, she gave up and sat next to him cross-legged on the bed. \"So, what's up. Why have you been acting all weird since we got to the party and you saw your ex? Did it stir up old feelings or something?\" \n\n\"No, not really. I...I don't have feelings for Rachel any more. I'm nuts about you. She was a terrific wife, a great kid, we had a lot of laughs and I WAS in love but, anyway it's, like... It was just...\" He was having as much trouble explaining himself as he had getting hard. He continued in his halting, frustrating way. \"Ok, Rebecca, I, uh.\" \n\nRebecca was getting rather frustrated. \"WHAT? WHAT? SPIT IT OUT, MAN!\" \n\nFrank was still a bit hesitant which was causing Rebecca to contemplate putting a pillow over his face and smothering him. She sat 'patiently' however with a look on her face that spoke volumes. Talk or DIE! \n\n\"When Rachel and I were together, we got a bit adventurous at times.\" \n\n\"Uh huh? Go on,\" encouraged Rebecca. \n\n\"Well, I mean nothing too outlandish. No S & M or anything crazy, though maybe a bit of light bondage a few times, and we DID screw in a public park once or twice and once got each other off in a movie theatre and once with another woman and...\" \n\nHe stopped, gulped and stared at the ceiling. \n\n\"If there's an animal in this story, I'm going to leave you,\" growled Rebecca. \n\n\"Well, he acted like an animal, but he was just a guy.\" \n\n\"You did it with a guy? How? Did you blow him; take him up the ass; he took YOU up the ass!\" Rebecca was actually becoming a bit aroused now, which kinda surprised both of them. \n\nFrank continued, \"Well, the only contact he and I had was, he fed me to Rachel, you know, held my dick while she blew me.\" \n\nRebecca's face showed a little disappointment. \"That's IT?\" She asked. \n\nFrank noticed the let down look and added, \"and he jerked me off to climax. I did it all over Rachel's tits. He had a hell of a grip!\" \n\nRebecca seemed to like this. She said, \"And did he lick any of your cum up?\" \n\n\"No, he just cleaned his hand with a towel and suddenly wanted to slink away, but we kept him in the room a little longer.\" \n\n\"Did you guys kiss or anything?\" \n\nFrank was beginning to see a side of Rebecca he never knew was there. He toyed with the idea of embellishing the story a bit to get her revved up, but then the realization that it was her cousin came back to his mind and he decided to just be honest. \"No, that was it.\" \n\n\"Ok, so why would this suddenly bother you tonight?\" \n\nFrank's hesitancy returned. He had slowly begun to get a chubby watching his fiancé getting excited by his story, but now it was back to being a limp noodle. He took a deep breath and just said it, \"It was your cousin Eddie.\" He then added with a mock cheeriness, \"Small world, eh?\" \n\nRebecca just sat. Her mind was trying to comprehend everything she had just been told. She knew Frank was a little kinky at times, but this was new. To think he had been with a guy and that the guy was Eddie was mind blowing. She had sometimes fantasized about her cousin Eddie, but, they were family so, she knew it was wrong. DISTANT family; well, distant enough. Fifth cousins? Is that distant enough? Then she blurted out, \"What's he look like naked?\" \n\nFrank was stunned. \"WHAT?\" \n\n\"Eddie, what's he look like naked?\" \n\nFrank stopped to think for a moment. How could he describe a naked guy. That would be gay and Frank was anything but gay. He was no homophobe, but he knew the line and...his thought process was interrupted by, \n\n\"What does Eddie look like naked?\" Rebecca asked impatiently. \"Is he pretty well built? He looks like he would be. What's his dick like? You said he had a good grip. How good? Is his ass tight? This was a few years ago, right? Maybe it's changed. Do you remember if he shaved down there?\" \n\nFrank began to get nervous. \"What is this? Why so many questions about Eddie? What, you want to bang him or something?\" \n\nRebecca realized her enthusiasm was a little too clear. She took a pregnant pause and then said, \"Ok, look, I've kind of been, we'll say, curious about Eddie for YEARS. I've always sort-a kind-a had a thing for him. Don't get me wrong,\" she reassured Frank, \"I'm madly in love with you and would never leave you for anyone, not even Eddie, but you know, some people just sorta become objects of fascination. Am I getting my point across?\" \n\nFrank thought about that and could see her point. He once had a teacher in High School that he was obsessed with, almost to the point of stalking her. Then again there was that woman from his office that he would undress with his eyes every morning and of course his mother's best friend Jane and her daughter Angie. He even had a cousin Roseanne that... \n\n\"So? Am I?\" Rebecca asked again. \n\n\"Yeah, I see where you're going with this and I can't say I blame you. I have to be honest, I'm glad I got that out of my system. I've NEVER done anything with a guy before or since. Not interested.\" \n\n\"Do you think we could talk Eddie into something?\" \n\n\"What did I just say?\" Frank asked, wondering where she intended to take this. \n\n\"Well, you never know. I know Eddie was very uncomfortable, it was clear. Now I know why and if HE knows that I know, maybe... I mean he might be comfortable being with you again. I have no idea if he'd be interested in me, but, I mean...\" Rebecca was beginning to ramble. \"If we talked...no better I talk first, if I talked to him maybe I could persuade him or, heck even if he refused to jerk you off again, just having him lick my pussy while you fucked my mouth or my ass, or...\" \n\nFrank was not sure if he liked this new Rebecca. He still loved her, she still turned him on, but this was getting... What was it getting? He was as confused as anyone could be and Rebecca went on... \n\n\"I could fuck you, no, him while you played with his balls, or maybe he could play with...\" \n\nFrank cut her off. \"Will you calm down? I'm NOT interested in playing with anyone's balls. I'm not sure I liked it when he jerked me off that time. I also...\" \n\nRebecca cut him off, \"Did he stroke you slow or fast?\" \n\n\"Fast, I was cumming.\" He shook his head and said, \"No, that's not the point, what I'm saying is...\" \n\nThey kept interrupting each other. \n\n\"I should call Eddie. Tell him I know and that it's alright. I'll be very gentle so I don't rattle him. I'll confess that it kinda turned me on and that I've always wondered what he would be like in bed and that the story filled me in. Then I'll offer to let him fill me in another way!\" \n\nFrank gave up and just let her talk. What made him nervous though, he was getting a chubby again. \n\nRachel and Belinda got back to the house and went in. Both were so tired and drunk that having sex was not really in the cards, but, as had become their habit, they stripped and displayed their bodies to each other in a very relaxed manner. Rachel said, \"I want to lounge in the yard for a few. I'm tired, I'm drunk but I'm also still slightly wired and don't know if I'll be able to sleep right away. Belinda said it sounded like a nice plan and out to the yard they went. \n\nAs they lay on the lounges, Rachel smiled at everything that had happened that night. She pictured poor Eddie nearly fainting and how he turned a few different colors. She loved how Frank had that look on his face. She loved that she and Belinda were the only two to know EVERYTHING. The breeze kicked up and Rachel spread her legs a bit to let it wash over her mound. She reached down when the next gust came long and spread her lips. \n\"I could do that for you,\" chirped Belinda who had been watching. \"I don't want you to have to put out such effort.\" \n\n\"Sure,\" purred Rachel. Belinda reached over with her left hand while remaining on her own chair. She slid her hand down between Rachel's smooth sexy legs and let her fingers open Rachel to the world. Rachel grinned and looked over at Belinda. \"You're something else, you know that?\" \n\nBelinda just smiled back and began to finger herself as well. She moved both hands in unison over Rachel and herself, little circles, up, then down and back into a circle. She moved both hands around the clits, barely actually touching them, wanting to hold off until the stimulation was full on and the heat was high. \n\nRachel tweaked her nipples as Belinda's fingers performed their duties. She glided her own hands over her torso as the wind picked up a bit keeping her cool though inside she felt a raging fire. Belinda just kept going, slowly massaging, occasionally inserting a finger just a bit. \n\nBelinda, in spite of the cool breeze washing over her, was perspiring a bit. The booze and now this little workout was affecting her, but it was such a good workout that she never even felt her arm getting tired. She listened as Rachel's breathing got deeper and felt as her body tensed. Belinda picked up the pace a bit and began to concentrate a bit more on the clitoris, both of them. She could feel herself tensing up as well and both of them began to buck their hips and groan as they approached the apex of pleasure. Belinda came first and as she did, Rachel grabbed her hand and pushed it into her, shoving Belinda's fingers inside as best she could. Belinda, physically consumed by her own orgasm, just went limp and Rachel fully manipulated her hand. Rachel came with a near scream that caused Belinda's eyes to shoot open, though briefly. \n\nThey were done. They just lay there for several minutes trying to regain their strength. They had no luck and simply fell asleep in the yard. \n\nThe next morning, Eddie's phone rang. He groggily answered but didn't recognize the voice on the other end but listened as she said, \"Last night was nice. It was so great to see you. I was so sorry you had to leave, but when you feel lousy, I guess you don't have much choice.\" \n\nEddie groaned, \"Who is this?\" \n\n\"Rebecca, your cousin. We never got to talk much last night. It would be great if we could get together for coffee; if you're up to it of course. Where would you like to meet?\" she caught herself, realizing that he didn't exactly sound awake and all this might be too much too soon. She continued on, none-the-less. \n\nEddie was more awake now. Near panic was taking over. To meet her for coffee would be awesome since he still did have certain fantasies about her, but now she was with THAT GUY! What would he say? Would he act like an uncomfortable jerk? \n\nRebecca went on, \"Why go out for that matter. I can pick up a couple of coffees and swing by your apartment that way if you're still feeling crummy, you don't even have to get dressed.\" She wondered how that might sound, but all things considered, she didn't care. \n\nEddie sat upright in bed. \"Uh, sure. That would be nice I guess. I'll tidy up a bit, shower even. Maybe get here in about 45 minutes?\" \n\nRebecca said, \"Sure, sounds good.\" She planned to arrived in 25 minutes, maybe catch him as he got out of the shower. She did. \n\nRebecca knocked vigorously on the door until Eddie finally opened it wearing just a short robe. \"Holy shit, you're early. I was in the shower still. But please, come in, get comfortable.\" \n\n\"You said 25 minutes. I'm actually a little late.\" Rebecca lied. \n\n\"No, I said 45 minutes, you're wicked early, but that's fine, really. Have a seat, I just gotta finish rinsing off the soap.\" She sat and watched as he walked, almost trotted back to the bathroom. That robe wasn't short enough as far as she was concerned. All those peripheral feelings about Eddie she had felt were now stronger and caused far more curiosity and there was a boldness coming over her. She got up, walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. \n\n\"Eddie, I hate to do this, but I really gotta pee. Could I come in, I won't look.\" \n\nEddie almost got a raging hard on at the thought of the two of them being in the bathroom, exposed at the same time and blurted out, \"Yup, sure. No need to hold it in and hurt yourself.\" \n\nRebecca entered and dropped her pants and panties and took a seat. \"Wow,\" she said, \"this is a first for us, huh. Maybe I SHOULD take a peek.\" She giggled as she said it. \n\nEddie poked his head out from behind the shower curtain and laughed, \"Beat you to it!\" \n\nHe couldn't believe he had just done that but was in more disbelief that he didn't even see anything. Maybe a second peek would... \n\nThe curtain flew open and Rebecca, still with her pants down laughed and said, \"HA! GOT YOU!\" Then she looked down at his phallus and said, \"Sorry, am I embarrassing you? Wow, that's, hmm.\" Then she added in a semi-fraudulent tone of shame, \"I'm sorry. I overstepped.\" \n\nShe pulled the curtain back wondering who would make the next move and what that mood would be. \n\nEddie turned off the water as she pulled up her pants. He stepped out and said, \"Well, you've seen me now. What's the point of the robe.\" \n\nEddie toweled off not acknowledging that she was still there. She sat back down on the toilet and watched him closely, neither quite sure what should be said. The arousal was thick in the air, the steam from the shower was NOT helping. Eddie said, \"I have to shave but you look comfortable, you can stay if you wish. We still have to get caught up, right?\" \n\nRebecca nodded and mumbled, \"Uh huh.\" \n\nEddie was still hard. He was in total disbelief and kept expecting to wake up. His cousin, a lovely girl who always reminded him of the actress Delta Burke when she was at her most voluptuousness, a girl he always fantasized about was now sitting here staring at his hard on while he shaved, and she wasn't being forced! He was so turned on, he could actually feel his erection straining, like it was trying on its own to grow a couple of inches. \n\nAs Eddie shaved his face, Rebecca wrinkled up her nose, made a little 'hmm' sound and looked UP at Eddie asking, \"Do you shave this as well? It looks like you do. You do a nice job. It looks very smooth.\" Then she added, surprising both of them, \"Can I touch it?\" \n\nEddie turned to aim his love stick at her nose and said meekly, \"Yes.\" \n\nShe began to rub his balls and wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the shaft, gliding up towards the head. The 5.5 inch journey was over far faster than Eddie would have liked but he was almost giddy when she asked, \"I don't think you shaved today. You should; right now, in front of me.\" \n\nEddie gulped, squeaked, \"OK\" and got the shaving cream. He lathered himself up, got the razor and stepped back into the tub where he began to slowly slice away the hairs from his shaft and scrotum. Rebecca rummaged through a couple of draws and found a pair of scissors and suggested he trim down the whole area and shave all around his pubis. Eddie was in no position and had no desire to argue and followed her directions to a 't'. \n\nWhen he was done, he rinsed off and reemerged from the tub to show off his handiwork. He was STILL hard. \n\nRebecca looked him over. She then ran her hands over him from just below the belly button to the bottom of his taint. She then ran her cheek over him and he heard her sighing as her face glided over his skin, brushing the penis, the scrotum, his thighs and then, she turned and engulfed him with her mouth. Eddie let out a loud moan. \n\nAs she worked him with her mouth, Rebecca began to unbutton her shirt. She was sucking him, not using her hands at all. First came off her shirt, then her bra. She took her mouth from him and stood up to remove her pants. Once they were gone, she reached for a washcloth and cleaned herself, fully. Eddie had his eyes open, just a bit and watched. Once she was done, she simply whispered, \"Sixty Nine, NOW!\" \n\nShe and Eddie went straight to the living room and with Eddie on the bottom, began to orally please each other. He buried his face deep between her thighs, lapping at her like a dog would, then slowing himself to nibble on her clit and tug with his lips, at hers. \n\nRebecca was massaging his testicles with one hand while giving short strokes to his cock with the other, the whole time flicking her tongue over and around the head. \n\nEddie's hands were grasping her ass, pulling her down onto him as he feasted on her, straining his neck a bit now and then to tickle her ass. His fingers would slip between the crack as well and he could feel from her body that he was doing a good job. \n\nAfter a bit, his hips began to involuntarily buck as he approached orgasm. Rebecca could feel it and began to pump him harder and faster. She clamped her mouth around him as the strokes got more and more determined and his rocking became almost dangerous. \n\nEddie tapped on her to let her know he was about to cum but she didn't budge. He didn't tap again and thought for a moment, \"I'm actually going to cum in a woman's mouth!\" At that very moment, he let out a loud cry, had he been just a little louder the neighbors would have dialed 9-1-1 fearing he was being murdered. He could feel the jiz spurt forth and her tongue and lips gather every sticky, gooey drop. She continued to pump him and he returned to the object of his attention. \n\nAs he licked and fingered, Rebecca suddenly tensed as well and her thighs began to squeeze his head. Eddie's tongue was getting tired, but knowing he was so close to getting her off, he soldiered on. He sucked on her clit much the same way she had sucked on his cock and Rebecca, just as Eddie had done before, let out a scream as she came, hard and strong. She wrapped her arms around Eddie's thighs and buried her face between his manhood and his leg and felt her body convulsing with delight. Two, Three, Four orgasms. Eddie kept going. Five, SIX, SEVEN! A brief thought rushed through her mind at orgasm number nine, \"If I die, RIGHT NOW, I could NOT go any happier!\" \n\nShe was done at orgasm number 11 and rolled off Eddie who began to follow her pussy with his mouth until she stopped him. \"Anymore and I'm done for, though I could live with that.\" \n\nFor almost ten minutes they just lay there, on the floor taking in what had happened. Then Rebecca said, \"So, that was fun. Maybe next time we could include Frank?\" \n\nEddie was too spent to react physically but mentally, he shit himself. \"Why do you say that?\" \n\n\"Eddie,\" she began, between breaths, \"Frank and I had a long talk last night. I know why you were so freaked out at the party. It's cool, hell, it's awesome. Just think, if he and I hadn't talked, this never would have happened and I have to be very honest, I've thought about it a lot over the years.\" \n\nEddie just wheezed, \"Me, too.\" He then added, \"But doing it with a guy again. I don't think I could. I don't think I want to. I didn't enjoy it much last time, either.\" \n\n\"You don't 'think'; didn't enjoy it 'much'. Do you hear what you're saying? You're NOT saying no, you're just not saying yes.\" \n\nEddie thought about that for a minute. \"Whatever. Right now I'm still coming to grips with this. Holy shit, you really are good at that.\" He added, \"You probably guessed I've thought about you also. Remember that family reunion in Vermont about 18 years ago when I 'accidentally' saw you changing your clothes? Well, before that I had thought you were pretty as hell, but after that, I'd jerk off over you once in a while. You're better than I imagined and still so beautiful.\" \n\n\"...for a fat chick, right?\" interjected Rebecca. \n\n\"FAT? Screw that. You're beautiful.\" \n\nRebecca rolled over and kissed his thigh and gave his now limp dick a little tickle. She said, \"I could use a little mouthwash if you've got it. I couldn't kiss you with your cum on my breath and I REALLY want to kiss you right now.\" \n\nAs he directed her to where to find the mouthwash he asked, \"So, what's Frank doing right now and does he know you came here?\" \n\n\"He knows,\" said Rebecca, adding, \"Like I said, we had a LONG talk. He told me to have fun but as for ever getting a threesome going, he was not enthusiastic.\" \n\n\"Well, then, I guess no need to discuss it further. Do you think you and I will get together again?\" \n\nRebecca came back into the room and helped Eddie get up so as to kiss him. Once he was on his feet, she said, \"Well, all we did was oral today. We still have to fuck, right?\" \n\n\"Good point,\" replied Eddie. \n\nThey kissed deeply and then Rebecca said, \"Shit, the coffee's cold now.\""
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"value": "### Title: Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 06\n\n### Tags: gay novella, gay rural, gay cowboy, gay anal sex, rimming, twinks, gay oral sex, hairy, twinks, virgin\n\n### Characters\n\n**Darrin**: One of the main characters, Darrin is in a committed, monogamous relationship with Mitch. He is more reserved and sometimes gets embarrassed by Mitch's teasing, especially when it comes to his porn preferences. Darrin works at a desk job and is health-conscious, opting for breakfast shakes over heavy meals. He is also caring and supportive, particularly towards Josh, whom he considers family.\n\n**Mitch**: The other main character, Mitch is Darrin's husband. He is more outgoing and playful, often teasing Darrin about his porn habits. Mitch enjoys hearty meals and has a strong, muscular build. He is deeply caring and has a protective streak, especially towards Josh. Mitch works a physically demanding job and has a voracious appetite to match.\n\n**Josh**: A younger character who is graduating from high school. Josh is close to Darrin and Mitch, considering them his family. He is in a relationship with Zach and is navigating the complexities of their budding romance. Josh is honest and direct, valuing open communication in his relationships.\n\n**Zach**: Josh's boyfriend, Zach is smaller in stature but has a big personality. He is playful and enjoys teasing Josh, but he is also caring and attentive to Josh's feelings. Zach is open to new experiences and is eager to explore his relationship with Josh.\n\n### Plot\n\nDarrin and Mitch are a married couple who share a playful and intimate relationship. Mitch often teases Darrin about his porn preferences, leading to a mix of embarrassment and arousal for Darrin. Their banter quickly turns into a passionate encounter, where they reenact a scene from one of Darrin's favorite videos, culminating in a deeply satisfying sexual experience. Their connection is not just physical; they share a deep emotional bond, evident in their tender moments and playful interactions.\n\nThe next morning, the couple discusses their plans and expresses their excitement and nervousness about attending Josh's graduation. Josh, who lives with them, is like a son to Darrin and Mitch. The couple is supportive of Josh's relationship with Zach, despite initial reservations. Josh and Zach share a passionate and playful relationship, exploring their boundaries and desires. Their interactions are filled with humor, tenderness, and a growing understanding of each other's needs and limits. Josh values honesty and open communication, which he has learned from Darrin and Mitch. This value is tested when Josh learns that Zach was the one who kissed Darrin, leading to a heartfelt conversation about trust and honesty. The story culminates in a deeply intimate and emotional encounter between Josh and Zach, where they explore their physical connection and deepen their emotional bond. Throughout the story, the characters navigate their relationships with a mix of humor, passion, and deep emotional connection."
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"value": "*There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom.* \n\n \n\nDarrin walked out of the bathroom, drying himself from his shower. Standing at the door, he slowed when he realized that Mitch was using his computer. Not that he really minded, but Mitch had a tendency to look through his porn stash and give critiques, which definitely cut down on the erotic quality. When Mitch looked up with a quirky smile on his face, he knew this was going to be no exception. \n\nDarrin focused on drying his neither region, hoping if he didn't encourage Mitch that he wouldn't start the commentary. But, of course, he had underestimated the amount of fun Mitch had teasing him about it. He knew it wasn't even that Mitch minded that he had the porn; they had jacked off on several occasions while they watched videos. But the fact that he could get Darrin so rattled was a great source of fun for Mitch. Sighing with resignation, Darrin tossed the towel back into the bathroom, walked over to the bed and looked at the screen. He cringed a little at the sight of a written page, knowing Mitch was about to give it a reality check. \n\n\"Mitch, what are you doing?\" \n\n\"Reading your porn favorites,\" he said with a look of pure devilry on his face. \n\n\"Look at this one. This guy has a 15-inch long cock that's as big as his wrist and he shoved it up a 16-yearld kid's virgin ass with no lube and the kid moaned with pleasure.\" Mitch smiled at Darrin. \"Do you think he would moan with pleasure? I think the kid should run screaming at the sight of it. I know I would. And what would you do if you were packing a 15-inch cock? I mean if you got an erection would it rip a hole in your pants?\" \n\n\"Damn it, Mitch. You know it's just porn. It's for fun. You're thinking about it too much,\" said Darrin with an exasperated sigh. \n\n\"Yeah, yeah, you keep telling me that. What about this video? This guy says it feels amazing. It just looked uncomfortable to me,\" Mitch announced with a smirk. \n\nDarrin sat down beside Mitch to watch the video. It was from one of his favorite amateur websites and the position did look... involved. But the bottom seemed to be enjoying himself, if the volume of his moans were any indication. As Darrin watched, his cock started to stiffening. \n\n\"Well, someone's getting excited. Want to see how it feels?\" asked Mitch with a leer on his face. \n\n\"Um, well,\" stammered Darrin. \n\nMitch sat the computer aside, stood on the bed and started stripping. His eyes never left Darrin as he wiggled out of his tight t-shirt and then opened his pants. Once they were pooled around his ankles, he plopped down on the bed and kicked his feet in the air, yanking them off. Looking back at the computer screen, he smiled and then kissed Darrin. \n\n\"Do you think we need an example?\" \n\nDarrin took Mitch's face in his hands, enjoying his rough face as always, and kissed him gently before reaching over and shutting the computer. \"No, I think I can remember where everything goes. Let's see, I think they started here...\" \n\nDarrin put his hand in the center of Mitch's chest and pushed him backwards. Mitch fell across the bed and then pulled himself up on his elbows. He smiled as Darrin pulled him to the edge of the bed, then knelt between his legs. Darrin leaned forward and kissed his balls, garnering a soft sigh from Mitch. Wrapping his hand around Mitch's nuts, Darrin stretched them toward his mouth and ran his tongue over their lightly furred skin. Mitch lay back with a sigh, letting his fingers run through the hair on his chest. He was glad it was back, even if it wasn't as long as it had been. Actually, he liked it clipped a little and he doubted that Darrin noticed. When his fingers grazed his erect nipples, Mitch let out a sigh of pleasure. \n\n\"Oh yeah, babe. That feels nice. Remember the rimming, there's lots of rimming in this video,\" said Mitch with a chuckle. \n\nDarrin lifted his head and smiled at his husband. \"Yes, I'm getting to the rimming. And I get to sit on your face too. I'm looking forward to that.\" \n\nMitch responded with a goofy grin as he ran his tongue over his lips. Lifting his legs to his shoulders, Mitch spread his butt as much as he could. Darrin pulled his ass cheeks open wider and wedged his face in Mitch's crack. He gasped softly when Darrin's hot tongue hit his hole. Enjoying the overwhelming sensations, Mitch was able only to grunt with pleasure as his ass was drilled. As his hole was coated with spit, Mitch's chorus of moans reached a new level. He felt the sting of a slap across his ass, and then Darrin's weight as he lay on top of Mitch. He sighed as Darrin's lips pressed against his, his tongue demanding entry. Mitch wrapped his legs around Darrin's waist, his heels digging into his ass as they kissed passionately. Their hunger built for several minutes as they kissed with increasing heat. Mitch grabbed Darrin by his hair and pulled him back. \n\n\"I think you said something about me getting to eat your ass. We're doing a valid experiment, so we have to be accurate,\" said Mitch with a smile. \n\n\"No, we definitely don't want to mess up the experiment,\" countered Darrin. \n\nDarrin crawled up Mitch, intentionally grinding himself against his man as he moved. Grabbing the headboard, Darrin held on tight as he rubbed his hard cock over Mitch's face. Darrin grinned as his cock coated his man's cheeks with trails of precum. Moving up, he lowered his muscular butt, ready for Mitch's talented tongue. \n\nMitch watched as Darrin's ass descended, loving the clean musky smell Darrin always had after a shower. Digging his fingers into Darrin's meaty thighs, he pulled him down and buried his face in his crack. Mitch's tongue quickly penetrated his husband's hole, driving in deeply. Mitch felt Darrin start to grind against his face as he buried his tongue inside. Prying his ass wider, Mitch feasted on the hole in front of him. Slipping his fingers beside his tongue, he pried open Darrin's ass and drilled his tongue deeper and deeper. He loved the dripping hairy hole in front of him, watching as it convulsed and slowly closed once he relented his assault. Mitch pushed Darrin up, and then followed him, wrapping his arms lovingly around him. They gave each other hard, passion filled kisses as their granite hard cocks slid over each other. Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Mitch playfully pushed Darrin against the wall. \n\n\"I'm going to fuck the cum outta you!\" said Mitch through clenched teeth. \n\n\"You gonna fuck me like the video, babe?\" asked Darrin. \n\n\"Oh yeah, the experiment is not over,\" said Mitch with a lusty grin. \n\nDarrin groaned and crawled into the floor, pitching his hips up until his throbbing cock was pointed at his face. He looked over at Mitch, and saw raw need painted across his face. His breath came in gasps as he watched Mitch walk behind him and rub his hard dick over the exposed trench of Darrin's ass. As his butt was coated with the drool from Mitch's cock, Darrin's level of desire escalated. His need built with each pass, until by the time Mitch started dipping his cockhead into his hole, Darrin was wracked with need. \n\n\"Damn it, babe. Fuck me already. I need that pole inside me,\" said Darrin as he groaned. \n\n\"You want it, fucker? You want what the guy in the video is getting?\" quizzed Mitch with a sneer. \n\n\"God damn it, yes!\" \n\nMitch cocked himself forward and drove himself into Darrin's slick ass. Piercing Darrin's gut, he buried himself deep inside his husband, and then paused, shaking slightly. \n\n\"Oh hell! Fuck yes! Shit! That feels amazing! Fuck, you hit everything good,\" screamed Darrin. \n\nMitch pulled out slowly, watching Darrin squirm on the floor under him. As he pushed back in again, the precum flowed out of Darrin's hard cock. Building speed, Mitch started fucking Darrin hard, pile driving his cock in deep with each thrust. Darrin was reduced to whines and gasps as his husband took his ass. Mitch focused on the tight hole he was pillaging, driving his thick hard cock in again and again, his breath coming in gasps. The angle was putting a new and amazing pressure on Mitch's cock, which drove him to fuck Darrin harder. Time froze as the two bodies merged in tough, masculine sex. When Darrin's cries became screams of orgasm, Mitch hammered in his cock one last time and pinned Darrin with it. \n\nDarrin's climax could only be called full body. His legs shook as his gut convulsed around Mitch's thick intruder. Soon waves of heat were engulfing him and the first shots of cum rocketed out of his dick, coating his face. Mitch started rotating his hips slightly as his own orgasm built. The motion took Darrin to another plane of pleasure, reduced his body to a puddle of shaking muscles as his orgasm raced onward. Eventually, with a few shudders, the last drop of cum trailed from Darrin's cock and added itself to the coating on his face. Gasping for breath and long past the point of no return, Mitch jackhammered his throbbing cock into Darrin's tunnel. With a few ragged final thrusts, Mitch buried himself inside Darrin and started emptying his nuts. The ripples of pleasure were overwhelming as his seed filled Darrin. When the final spasm had rolled through his body, Mitch slowly pulled out with a wet sound and slapped his softening cock against his husband's hole. He watched as cum slowly seeped out, and smiling, Mitch rubbed his semi-stiff cock through the cum and then slowly slid back into Darrin's ass. \n\n\"Fuck! You're a greedy bastard!\" said Darrin through a moan. \n\nMitch watched his husband's body respond to the added stimulation. But Mitch only wanted a few final thrusts before Darrin's ass ejected his soft cock. Kneeling behind Darrin, he ran his tongue through the cum pool and then flicked it into his mouth, loving the taste of Darrin as it drifted through his mouth. Hearing a soft sigh, he looked down and smiled. \n\n\"So, was it as good as it looked on the video?\" asked Mitch \n\n\"Oh god! You have no idea! I thought I was going to shoot my whole body through my dick,\" said Darrin with a chuckle. \n\nMitch leaned over and kissed Darrin's ass cheek and then slowly helped him off his shoulders. \n\n\"Well, I guess some of that damn porn is right,\" said Mitch with a smile. \n\n\"I can't wait to try that on you,\" said Darrin. \n\nMitch slapped Darrin hard on the ass and walked toward the bathroom to get a towel. \"You already did it, remember prom night?\" \n\nDarrin looked at him with a look of confusion but then realization dawned on him. \"Well shit, you're right. We did.\" Darrin paused for a minute and then asked, \"Did you like it?\" \n\n\"Hell yeah! You're right, it hit all the good spots.\" \n\nMitch leaned down, kissing Darrin's still sprawled form on the floor and then carefully wiped off his face and torso. Tossing the towel through the bathroom door, he reached back and grabbed Darrin's hand and pulled him up. They stood and kissed gently for several minutes and then lay across the bed. Darrin spooned against Mitch as they gently drifted off to sleep. \n\n \n\nThe next morning, Darrin watched Mitch dig into a huge plate of bacon, eggs and biscuits like he hadn't eaten in weeks, while he slowly sipped his morning breakfast shake. Mitch looked over at him and snickered. \n\n\"You know, you keep drinking little cans of diet drink and people are going to think you're gay or something,\" said Mitch with a smirk. \n\n\"Oh shut up. I work at a desk all day. If I ate like you I'd weigh a ton.\" \n\n\"You're missing some damn fine thick-cut bacon, fried crispy just like you like, nice flakey biscuit, sunny side up eggs...\" teased Mitch. \n\n\"Oh shut the fuck up! That's just evil. Except the eggs, you can have your damn runny eggs.\" \n\nMitch laughed and ran a piece of biscuit through the warm yoke and then popped it into his mouth. \"Yum, damn fine!\" \n\nDarrin turned his head and made retching noises and then looked back at Mitch with a grin. He then made an attempt to change subjects. \n\n\"You know, Josh is graduating from high school in a few weeks.\" \n\n\"Yeah, so?\" replied Mitch. \n\n\"Well, are we going? I guess we need to get him something and throw him a little party too?\" said Darrin. \n\n\"Oh. Yeah. I don't know. You think we should talk to him about it?\" asked Mitch \n\n\"Ask him about what?\" came a grumble from across the living room as Josh walked in pulling on a shirt. \n\n\"Your graduation. We didn't know if you'd want us to come or not,\" said Darrin. \n\nJosh looked at them in confusion. \"Why would you not come? You're my family?\" \n\nMitch swallowed the lump that rose in his throat and then he looked at Darrin he caught him wiping an eye quickly. Taking a breath to regain control, Mitch smiled and nodded at Josh. \n\n\"Ok, well that's settled then. We'll come to graduation,\" said Mitch. \n\n\"I was going to invite Zach too. You think that'd be ok?\" said Josh. \n\n\"I don't see why not. You might as well,\" said Mitch. \n\n\"Well, he seems kinda scared of you, Mitch,\" said Josh. \n\nMitch chuckled, \"He's probably still afraid I'm going to beat him like a drum for kissing Darrin.\" \n\nJosh's eyes grew as he took in the information and he looked from one man to the other. \"It was Zach that kissed you? I didn't know. No one told me. Damnit! Are you ok with me dating him?\" \n\n\"Calm down, Josh. He apologized, to both of us. But more importantly, we're glad you're happy,\" explained Darrin. \"So if you want to date him. That's fine with us. But I thought you already knew it was Zach.\" \n\n\"Ah, no. Apparently I need to chat with him,\" said Josh with a firm look on his face. \n\nDarrin lost himself in thought as the other two reviewed the day ahead of them. Recalling their conversation, he realized that the resident gay couple had just agreed to attend the gay senior's graduation, with his boyfriend. Nope, it didn't have disaster written all over it at all. \n\n \n\nJosh gasped, laughing as he thumped the blond head in his lap. \"Hey! Watch the teeth!\" \n\nZach giggled around Josh's cock as he ran his tongue over its latex covering. Josh was trying to focus on driving home while Zach was doing his best to get him to nut before they arrived. They had a bet going, but neither really cared. Josh gasped and tried to spread his legs wider when Zach rubbed two fingers on his perineum. \n\n\"Hey! No fair! You know how crazy that makes me,\" said Josh through a loud moan. \n\nThe disqualification claim just pushed Zach to try harder. For mile after country mile, he sucked, licked and rubbed on Josh, trying desperately to get him to shoot. Zach could feel Josh's body lock several times as the impending orgasm was fought down. As they pulled into the driveway, Zach rammed his finger into Josh's butt in a desperate attempt to win. \n\n\"Oh fuck!\" screamed Josh, \"Shit! Goddamn it! I'm fuck'n coming!\" \n\nJosh slammed on the brakes a handful of feet inside the gate and started filling the condom with cum. Zach kept wiggling his finger inside Josh's butt as the orgasm took him away. After several minutes of muscle straining climax, Josh collapsed against the pickup seat in a boneless pose. Zach slowly pulled his finger out of Josh, not sure if he was in trouble since that was the first time he'd put his finger into Josh. He carefully cleaned his finger with the tissues he'd stored in the pickup and then removed Josh's condom and wiped off his dick. Looking up, he saw Josh's smiling face as he stared at the roof with closed eyes. As Zach watched his eyes popped open and he looked down at Zach with a smirk. \n\n\"Well you won, you cheating little fucker!\" \n\n\"I didn't cheat!\" insisted Zach. \n\n\"You said blow job, a blow job does not include fingering my ass,\" said Josh with a smile. \n\n\"Say's who?\" \n\n\"Say's everyone, you big ole cheater,\" chuckled Josh. \n\n\"Nope, I won!\" said Zach with a smile, \"And you are gonna pay up!\" \n\n\"Yeah, yeah, whatever. What are you taking as the prize?\" asked Josh. \n\n\"I don't know yet. I'll have to think on it,\" said Zach. \n\nJosh smacked Zach on the shoulder in a good-natured gesture and then jumped out of the truck and headed for the house. As they entered, it seemed quieter than usual to Josh. Walking through the kitchen he spotted a note on the counter. Scanning it quickly, he turned to Zach with a smile. \n\n\"They're gone until late, and might not be home until tomorrow. We have a whole night to ourselves,\" said Josh with a big grin. \n\nZach chuckled and ran his hand over the bigger man's face. \"We better fix a big dinner then, cause you're going to need your energy, big boy.\" \n\n\"Hmm, sounds like another challenge.\" \n\n\"Oh no! I've already won and I've decided you're my slave for the night. That's what I won.\" \n\n\"Oh really? Your slave, huh. Maybe your sex slave?\" asked Josh with a sneer. \n\n\"Hush bitch! You'll do what I tell you to do,\" said Zach in a fake domme's voice. Zach felt Josh stiffen under his touch and turned to see a conflicted look on his face. Certain something was wrong, but not sure what it was, he moved so they were looking at each other. \n\n\"What? I didn't mean to upset you with the sex slave stuff. I was just teasing,\" said Zach in a low voice. \n\nJosh tried to smile but the action of his face didn't reach his eyes. \"It wasn't the sex slave, I know you were just playing. But I don't like being called a bitch. I know a lot of people use it being playful, but I really don't like being called that. Sorry, I guess Darrin and Mitch have wore off on me.\" \n\n\"Oh. Ok. Well I promise I'll never do that again. Sorry,\" said Zach in a clipped tone. \n\nJosh took the smaller boy's face in his hands and forced him to meet his eyes. \"Zach, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. And it's not your fault, we've never talked about it.\" \n\nZach looked at Josh for several long minutes, finally releasing his held breath. \"Ok, sorry I got upset. I'll try to not do it again, but I thought it was funny so if I do just tell me,\" said Zach. \"Anytime something is bugging you, you should tell me.\" \n\n\"Are you sure? Because there is something else we need to talk about,\" said Josh. \n\nZach nodded quietly, wondering what might be wrong. \n\n\"Why didn't you tell me that you were the one who kissed Darrin?\" asked Josh quietly. \n\nZach gave Josh a wild-eyed look and started to speak several times. Finally he began. \"Well, I guess I was afraid it would screw things up between us. I was hoping you knew already and was ok with it.\" \n\n\"Did you know how much trouble it caused between Darrin and Mitch?\" \n\n\"Really? Dr. Anderson said something about problems, but said it would be fine,\" said Zach quietly. \n\nJosh let out a sigh and then fixed Zach with a look. \"If there is one thing that I've learned from Mitch and Darrin it's that you have to be honest with each other. You have to be honest with me, Zach. It can't be half-truths or white lies either. If I can't trust you 100% then we can't become much more than we are now.\" \n\nZach gave Josh a miserable look, \"And what are we now?\" \n\n\"You're my boyfriend, of course!\" replied Josh. \n\n\"Really? I'm your boyfriend?\" said Zach with disbelief in his voice. \n\n\"Yes, what did you think we were?\" asked Josh. \n\n\"Well... I'd hoped boyfriends,\" said Zach. \n\n\"Definitely,\" said Josh with a smile, \"We all good now?\" \n\n\"Yes,\" said Zach with a beaming smile. \n\n\"Good!\" said Josh, \"Now, how about supper. I'm starved!\" \n\n\"You're always starved! I can't believe you eat so much,\" said Zach with a chuckle. \n\n\"Yeah, yeah... feed me Seymour!\" said Josh with a chuckle. \n\nJosh, with Zach helping, soon put together a respectable meal from the contents of the refrigerator. They chatted about their respective days as they ate, enjoying the companionship. Once they'd finished, they worked together to clean up, with Josh touching Zach every chance he got. By the time they finished, Zach was rock hard and ready for more action. He looked around to see Josh standing beside him with a tender look on his face, and felt his hand running over his back. \n\"Now what, Master?\" asked Josh in a low voice. \n\nZach's body trembled at those words and he replied with a quaking voice. \"You don't have to do that.\" \n\n\"I don't have to do anything, but it sounds kinda fun,\" said Josh with a smile. \n\n\"So you'll do whatever I tell you?\" questioned Zach. \n\n\"Sure!\" replied Josh, knowing that Zach would not ask for anything that he wouldn't be willing to do. \"What do you want, Master.\" \n\nZach slowly wrapped his arms around Josh's neck and pulled the bigger man down until he could reach Josh's ear. Zach whispered, \"I want you to fuck me until I come screaming.\" \n\nJosh pulled away so he could look into Zach's eyes. What he saw was tenderness and caring, but he needed to be certain. \n\n\"Zach, you sure? It sounds great, but there's no hurry. I'm kinda big, I mean we'll go really slow, but it's still probably gonna hurt,\" said Josh gently. \n\n\"I know, I've been reading too, but we have all night. I'm sure it will be amazing, and I want it to be you.\" \n\nJosh teared up slightly as he listened to Zach. With a soft smile and a nod he agreed, mentally committing himself to making it as good as he could for Zach. Leaning down, he kissed the cute boy in front of him. \n\n\"That sounds awesome, Zach. What do you want to do first?\" \n\n\"Well you were telling me about their shower. It sounds fun, do you think we could use it to... clean up and stuff?\" \n\nJosh smiled from ear to ear. \"Yeah, I don't see a problem. I think it would be fun.\" \n\nThe pair raced to Josh's bedroom and quickly stripped, leaving clothes strewn around the room like a whirlwind had hit. They moved quietly through the guy's bedroom, both with a nagging feeling they were intruding. But when they stepped into the bathroom, Zach was awestruck. The masses of gleaming chrome and stainless fixtures were impressive, as was the huge tub to one side. But it was the enormous glass cube that dominated the room that drew their focus. Josh walked over and started adjusting all the jets as Zach watched. Once everything was set, he took Zach's hand and pulled him into the shower. \n\nSnapping out of his spell, Zach kissed Josh, then grabbed a washcloth and filled it with soap. Lifting Josh's arm, he got the pungent aroma of a day's sweat. Working the cloth, he soon had the dark hair under both arms matted with soap. Moving to Josh's chest, Zach nursed first one nipple and then the other before beginning to gently cover his torso with suds. He let the cloth go south, dipping into Josh's navel, running his finger into it gently as he listened to Josh's soft sighs. Zach washed across Josh's treasure trail, coating the thick black line with soap. He teasingly ran the cloth across Josh's flat abdomen, but avoided touching his flexing cock. Pushing Josh backward, he smiled as the younger man's ass found the bench. \n\n\"Sit down, take a load off,\" quipped Zach. \n\nJosh ran his hand over Zach's face. \"Oh, I have a load to get off alright.\" \n\nZach giggled, kneeled in front of Josh, and then picked up one of his big feet and held it carefully against his face to inhale its scent. \n\nJosh saw Zach's cock flex with each sniff and smiled that his little bed partner got off on his stinky feet. Josh let out a sigh as Zach started carefully cleaning his feet and then legs. The feeling of the soft cloth made his body tremble. Soon Zach reached the top of his muscular thighs and looked up at Josh. \n\nJosh pushed his legs apart and stood, his big balls dangling between his muscular legs as he looked down at Zach. \n\n\"I think you still need to work on a few spots,\" said Josh with a smile. \n\n\"Hmm, I'm saving the best for last,\" said Zach. \n\nHe reached up, gently wrapped his fingers around Josh's nuts and started washing them. Once they were dripping with soap, Zach let his fingers glide backward and rub over Josh's sweet spot. The second he touched it, Josh let out a huge sigh and Zach felt a tremor travel through his body. Smiling to himself, Zach could feel Josh's body shake from the stimulation. As he watched the stream of precum being pumped out of Josh's cock, he slowly ran the cloth over Josh's sensitive perineum. Zach watched as Josh started caressing himself, lightly fingering his own nipples. \n\nIn response, Zach pushed back further, rubbing across Josh's butthole. After long amazing minutes of Zach's teasing, Josh wanted more. Moving slowly, he laid his torso across the bench, presenting his muscular ass to Zach. Smiling with lustful delight, Zach pried Josh's ass open and started cleaning it carefully. He quickly had suds running down Josh's crack, hiding his gateway from Zach. Looking at it with fascination, he dropped the washcloth to the floor and started rubbing his soap-coated finger against Josh's hole. Pressing it forward slowly, he soon found his digit buried inside his boyfriend. Mesmerized, he watched his slim finger slip in and out with increasing speed, pressing it deeper without effort until a loud moan brought Zach out of his revelry. Freezing, he looked up to see Josh's contorted face looking back at him. \n\n\"That feels amazing Zach. But I think I better get you ready before I unload in the shower,\" said Josh in a rumbling voice. \n\nJosh picked up the cloth and squirted more liquid soap into it. Smiling at his smaller lover, he ran the soapy cloth over his spiked hair. Zach sighed softly as the suds dripped down his closed eyes and he felt the texture of the cloth glide over the back of his neck. Josh's hands tenderly caressed his almost hairless face as the streams of water washed the soap from him. Josh leaned down and kissed him gently as his hands ran over"
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"value": "### Title: HotLanta Ch. 05\n\n### Tags: \n\n### Characters\n\n**Dre**: A conflicted individual who is struggling with his boyfriend Martice's hospitalization. He is portrayed as someone who is dealing with his pain by engaging in promiscuous behavior and heavy drinking. He is also described as a liar and a player.\n\n**Martice**: Dre's boyfriend who is in the hospital in a critical condition. He is a design worker and has a strained relationship with his mother due to his sexual orientation.\n\n**Ms. Scott**: Martice's mother who is a pastor's wife and has had difficulty accepting her son's sexuality. She is portrayed as someone who is struggling to reconcile her beliefs with her love for her son.\n\n**Jay**: A character who returns to Hotlanta and is dealing with personal issues. He meets Mike at a bar and initially mistakes him for a hustler.\n\n**Mike**: A character who meets Jay at a bar and is initially mistaken for a hustler. He is described as attractive and a good dancer.\n\n**Errol**: A bartender and Jay's close friend who acts as a confidant and therapist to his patrons. He is also a friend to Dre and is concerned about his well-being.\n\n**Ja'don**: Errol's brother who is a rapper and is interested in Dre. He is in a complicated relationship with Santiago.\n\n**Santiago**: A character who is in a relationship with Ja'don and is portrayed as a dominant and aggressive figure. He is also described as a thug.\n\n**Wendell**: A character who is portrayed as aggressive and manipulative. He is seen engaging in a non-consensual sexual act and is later revealed to have a connection to Toni.\n\n**Toni**: A character who owns a business called 24/7 and has a connection to Martice through design work. He is also revealed to have a connection to Wendell.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe events center around a group of individuals in Hotlanta, each dealing with their own personal struggles and relationships. Dre is grappling with the hospitalization of his boyfriend Martice, who is in critical condition after a mysterious incident. Dre's coping mechanism involves heavy drinking and promiscuous behavior, which puts a strain on his relationship with Martice's mother, Ms. Scott. Ms. Scott, a pastor's wife, struggles to accept her son's sexuality but finds common ground with Dre in their shared love for Martice.\n\nMeanwhile, Jay, a returning resident to the city, is dealing with his own personal issues. At a bar, he meets Mike, a handsome and skilled dancer, whom he initially mistakes for a hustler. Despite the misunderstanding, Jay finds himself drawn to Mike, but the encounter ends awkwardly. Jay's friend Errol, the bartender, serves as a confidant and therapist to his patrons, including Dre. Errol is concerned about Dre's well-being and his destructive behavior.\n\nJa'don, Errol's brother and a rapper, is involved in a complicated relationship with Santiago, a dominant and aggressive figure. Their relationship is marked by possessiveness and physical intimacy, with Santiago exerting control over Ja'don. Santiago is also involved in a threesome with Erica, a neighbor who is drawn into their sexual activities.\n\nWendell, another character, is portrayed as aggressive and manipulative. He engages in a non-consensual sexual act with an unnamed individual, revealing his darker nature. Wendell is later revealed to have a connection to Toni, the owner of 24/7, a business that has a connection to Martice through design work. Toni is also involved in a conversation with Dre, hinting at a deeper connection between the characters."
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"value": "Here by My Side an Angel \nHere by My side the Devil \nNever turn your back on my \nNever turn your back on me again \nHere by my side it is Heaven. \n\nMatthew Good \"Weapon\" \n\n*Hotlanta Chp. 5 All N A Second* \n\nAs he stood looking trough the glass at Martice, he could only pray he would get him back. It had been a week since he had shown any signs of responding and even that had been what the doctors called reflex movement. As he watched him, he still wondered what had happen. His message said he was meeting with a design customer, but his job said that meetings away from the store weren't allowed so they had no records of any meeting, The Doctors said there where signs of rape, and that made Dre angry, while part of him worried Martice had lied to him, he know he had no room to talk after all here he was the playing the role of Carnak, Prince of lies. During the day, here looking like the loving ever-present boyfriend, and at night, sharing his bed with whomever he felt would ease the pain. \"How is he?\" she asked as she touched his shoulder. Dre turned smiling to her. \n\n\"The same,\" he said to Ms. Scott. They had not met the way he would have liked; honestly, their first meeting had been kinda rough. She had smacked him within moments of meeting him, but that had been about her pain over her son, who was laying in ICU while his boyfriend appeared to be there with another man. Dre later admitted he had that coming. \"How are you?\" \n\n\"I'm fine Andre,\" she said simply touching her other hand to glass, her breath fogging the window slightly. They had not become friends in the past month. Honestly, they really did not know how to react to each other, to him she was nothing more then the \"Pastor Wife.\" Unable to accept her son because of what she called a \"lifestyle\" and to her he was just the man who lured her baby away from everything his family stood for, yet here they stood together with their love for Martice there only common ground. \n\nHotlanta: All in a Second \n\nBy: Asynaka \n\nAs the DJ played random song after random song, Jay was downing drink after drink, and he still did not feel any better, in fact he felt worse. Errol would pause ever now and again, \"How are you feeling Jay?\" he asked as he wiped out another glass, before filling it was SEX, a cheap knock off of that red bull energy drink lots of bars keep on tap and sitting it down in front of his friend. Errol as a bar tender was everyone's best friend and everyone's therapist, but to Jay he was as close to family as he had. Jay had come back to Hotlanta after being gone for a few years to focus on his career in a larger city. There he had done well, but in the end he had found this city was a black hole, and not the kind of black hole he want to bury his face in, but rather the kind you just can't get away from. \n\n\"I am fine E, thanks; I think I need to dance,\" he replied but not really finishing it before his body was moving towards the floor. As he stepped out the music seem to reach farther back as the words of \"If that's your Boyfriend\" by Me'shell N'degeocello began to play. Jay simply closed his eyes and allowed himself to become loss in the music. As he expressed a slightly more fem side of himself since few wondered about him after watching him dance, not that he was a total girl, but he wasn't nearly as butch on the dance floor, he soon found someone's arm around him from behind, which was shocking in a way and felt good. As he slowly allowed himself to become one with the movements of this person he keep his eyes closed not wanting to see just what troll he had pulled off the wall. This guy could dance that was a plus but it was unlikely he was much of a look since those types seemed to only go fro guys like Errol's friend Dre, the cities biggest player. However Jay had to admit as he danced with this guy he pretended it was the kind of guy he never felt like he would pull, and before he knew it his mind rested on the idea of his ex. Suddenly his eyes opened and he stepped away turning to look at the guy as if he was expecting it to be him, well it wasn't. Before his was a slightly shorter guy who was maybe 5'8½\", which was a good three inches next to Jay, but he was thick, this boy was put together like a shithouse. His hair was short and his smile, which the lights set off, was magic. Jay slowly got closer as the music changed and the he just keep dancing. As Jay came back into his arms, the stranger opened his eyes and suddenly Jay was lost. His eyes where hazel and they seemed to see Jay's inner soul, or at least looking into them made his hard as hell. \n\n\"Mike,\" he said as he pulled Jay closer and keeps dancing. Jay was sure that Mike could feel his rock hard dick against his leg, but Mike did not seem to react he just keep dancing, and rubbing his body against Jay's. \n\n\"I am Jay,\" he said still mostly lost that this person was grinding with him and that his dick was rock hard and that there was no way this person could not tell but this point. Jay just let his head rest on Mike's shoulder, fuck it he said to himself at this point he should just let it go, and for the first time in his life he did, it let it all go. There where flashes of heat which ran trough his body as their motion became less and less about the beat of the music and more and more about the warmth they both seem to be feeling down below. Slowly Mike leans his head into Jay and softly flicked his tongue across Jay's neck causing just the slightest jump in Jay, who seems to enjoy it all. As he worked his way back to Jays ear Mike clearly know what he was doing, he seemed to know all the right places to touch a guy to make him react, specially a guy like Jay, who didn't seem to know what it was like to be touched in these ways. As the pleasure of Mike's soft yet aggressive touch echoed up and down Jay's spine, he soon found his lips pressed up against Mikes, and with in seconds Mikes tongue slipped past his teeth and into his moth, his hands found their way to the sides of Jays head and in a second, everything changed. \n\nIt took Jay a moment to push back from Mike and regain his senses. Mike who clearly wants more is confused as he opens his eyes looking at Jay. \"So how much this going to cost me?\" Jay said as if he was sure that was the game being run. Mike cocked his head back a bit. \n\n\"You think I am a hustler?\" he asked with a tone that gave away the insult he was feeling. \n\n\"Aren't you?\" Jay asked sensing he was wrong and feeling like a bit of an ass. \n\n\"Hell no Kat!\" as if the first time wasn't bad enough, but the fact this Kat didn't take hint from his reaction but to then keeping pushing the matter. \"Look if that's what you're looking for I can roll.\" \n\n\"No!\" Jay said quickly trying to fix things, \"It's just that I…\" he paused he could explain, but that would seal the deal and this guy would be out. No one wanted a self-loathing queen. \"Look I am sorry,\" He finished hoping it would be enough. Mike just stepped back. Jay could tell he had blown his chance here. \n\n\"Look I got to roll, but maybe I can get your number\" Mike asked. Jay had seen this before, this was the leave them with some hope routine. \n\n\"Yeah, sure.\" Jay said pulling his card from his pocket and handing it to Mike. Dre was right, he was the kinda Kat who need that little bit of hope. \"Hit me up sometime,\" he said as Mike just tossed his head before disappearing into the crowd. Jay was sure he would see him leave with another Kat in the next hour. As he turned and returned to the bar, he could see that the crew was here. Dre was here of course, even while he claimed to love that kid in the hospital he was going to fuck whoever he wanted here tonight. Then there was Errol's brother Ja'don, who was some sort of rapper on the DL, but anyone with eyes could see he was chasing Dre, and then there was Santiago the Rican thug who was the kind of guy you wanted but you know was trouble. \n\n\"So what happen?\" Dre asked clearly having watched the exchange between them. \n\n\"I assumed he was a hustler.\" \n\n\"He wasn't?\" Ja'don asked. \n\n\"No he wasn't.\" Jay replied as he sat on the stool, annoyed at the idea Ja'don had though the same thing he had, any guy that fine that bother to talk to him, must be trying to get paid. \n\n\"So he was offended?\" Dre asked as he finished his drink. The three shot glasses on the bar near him said he did not want to be out late. He was planning to get drunk have his pick of the guys and go home. \n\n\"Yeah,\" Jay said as Santiago patting him on the shoulder. \n\n\"Don't sweat it, you can do better.\" Dre just looked over to Santiago. Santiago was not what you expected for the most part he was 6'2\" and nearly 205 with a 36-inch waist. He was Diesel as they called it in all the ways that mattered. He was a street type, one of the hard kinds and that bothered Dre. Santiago was not the type he normally dealt with on a friend level, but he was Ja'don's boy, likely, he was Ja'don's boy on the side and his hook up, but Dre had not pushed the issue. He and Ja'don had so much to clear up, but right now, he needed space, space from Ja'don and the pain. Looking back at the hospital, he wished he had said more, but honestly, there was not time he need to get back to his boy then. Downing his fourth shot he started out onto the floor, and never one to miss a step Ja'don was right behind him until he felt a hand on his wrist. \n\n\"Where the fuck do you think you're going?\" Santiago asked pulling Ja'don's tall thin frame into his arms. Ja'don enjoyed how possessive Santiago was, at least around Dre. \n\n\"Let that motherfucker go, you ain't going.\" Ja'don didn't say a word, Errol was right Dre was in love and even though they had spent all night talking about how it wouldn't work and how he loved Martice, and then the phone call. Ja'don had gone with him to the Hospital still trying just a bit, but the arrival of that crazed black women had ended that. She had seen what his deal was and he slap seemed to have cleared Andre's head too, Ja'don would never admit how hurt he was when Andre had asked, well more like told him to leave. \"You don't need that nigga, all you need is right here.\" he said sliding Ja'don's hand into his pants. Ja'don smiled thinking about what had happen last night and what would have to happen tonight. Santiago was right fuck Dre, he didn't need him after all. They did not say much to anyone as they started towards the door to leave. \n\nThe two of them had spent the ride home getting high, and that always made Santiago horny. It had started this in the car and if it was not for the worry of cops they would have finished it there, lucky for them one of them had a little control. As they walk trough the door Santiago first, Ja'don reach out grabbing his shoulder and turned him then pushing him back against the wall just inside the door. The front door had not even closed when he began to kiss him softly at first and then biting his lower lip. His hands raised the throwback jersey Santiago had on along with the black wife beater. As Ja'don let his more aggressive side show Santiago just smiled, fuck Dre he had no clue what he had given up, Ja'don had cheese, was a freak, and know how to please his papi. No faster then the jersey hit the floor had Ja'don already begin to lick and suck at Santiago's neck. \n\nSlowly with tongue, working its way down his chest Ja'don loved the taste and scent f Santiago, first making his way to one of his lovers' nipples. His hand slipped into Santiago's pants and slowly he began to stroke the already rock hard dick found within. Santiago was fucking loving it, he know what this meant. While he was the boss between the two of them, it was good sometimes when Ja'don took charge and got things started. As the ripples of joy ran from end to end of Santiago's chest Ja'don keep stroking the manhood he couldn't wait to get into his mouth, was there a part of him who wished it was Dre, yea but Santiago know that and didn't care so this worked for them. \n\nAs Santiago felt the first bit of cold breeze hit his dick, it made him even harder. Then as Ja'don took him into his mouth, damn near swallowing his manhood Santiago simply allowed his eyes to roll into the back of his head. This was just what he wanted, his boy on his knees slurping and sucking on his dick, then the popping sound as it come out and Ja'don took each nut into his mouth and sucked on them just soft enough to drive Santiago crazy. After a few minutes, the sound was too much and Santiago took charge. \n\nGrabbing Ja'don's head, Santiago stopped letting him come up as far and then pushing his head all the way down and holding it there. Ja'don begins to act as if he is swallowing and as his throat tightened around Santiago's 9.5-inch dick what was thick and more then most would try to take deep. Rolling his tongue Ja'don began to suck faster harder and to take it deeper and deeper; Soon Santiago turned forcing Ja'don head against the wall. The thumping sound as he fucked his mouth causing his head to hit the wall could be heard into the hall and after only a few minutes of that, he could not hold it back. His seed began to fill Ja'don's mouth. Santiago looked down and watched, as Ja'don swallowed not wasting any of his papi's seed. As Santiago looked up and over his shoulder, he noticed that they had drawn the eyes of the girl across the hall, Erica. She and Santiago had gotten down in the past, but she found out he had more of a thing for guys then her; she started to have a problem and he just dreaded her. Now here she was standing there watching as Ja'don got up and started towards the back. Santiago did not say anything to her as he stepped out of his pants and wagged his still rock hard dick slightly towards her. Looking towards where Ja'don had walked off to then back to her. He smiled walked to join Ja'don. Half way down the hall he could tell, she had gotten the idea as he heard the door close. As he enters the room, he noticed Ja'don begin to smile. It was not the kind of smile he normally did; this one was a little more evil or cocky. \n\nAs Erica walked into the room already undoing her cloths, Santiago set at the foot of the bed. Ja'don walked over to Eric and began to undo the rest of her cloths. Santiago know Ja'don was not as into girls as he was, but Ja'don was into pleasing Santiago and that is what mattered here. Ja'don began to kiss Erica until she they both were on their knees in front of his king. Erica slowly began to jack Santiago's dick then finally she took it into her mouth. Her lips where wet, hell wetter then Ja'don's, and then she began to make the slurping and sucking sound it was heaven. Up and down, she took Santiago's dick as Ja'don moved behind her and played with his fingers in parts seldom touched by a gay man. Her eyes locked with Santiago as she slide her lips up and down sucking his dick from head to balls, but Santiago know that wasn't going to be enough. Suddenly as she sucked, there was a slight jump as she lifted up, his laugh to himself. \n\nJa'don had slid up in her ass, and she was not sure what she had gotten herself into any more but it was too late. Ja'don put his hands of the back of her head pushing her head down and letting it back up quickly. He knew how Santiago liked his dick treated, and he was making sure it happens. Every now in again he would let her pull all the way back to moan or something and he would suck on it himself. After a little while, he finally began to stand with Erica never coming off his dick and without really giving her any warning or say so. She after all was just here to please Santiago to Ja'don, and he did not care about her it was all for papi. Santiago slide back as she climbed on to the bed Ja'don finally sliding out of her. Santiago lifted her onto his dick, which slide up into her wet pussy with ease now. This bitch was tight, and as he went balls deep in that pussy, she began to moan; Ja'don leaned back against the wall watching. He liked to watch bitches work Santiago's dick, and most of all he loved to watch papi put meat in bitched guts. \n\nShe started off slow up and down, Santiago's head never coming out she began to roll her hips and moan even more. Santiago reached under her arms and grabbed her shoulders and began to forcing all of himself in and out of her. He started slowly and before long his pace got faster and faster. As she wrapped her legs around him as if she was just trying to stay on for the ride, her pussy began to make noises of its own, a sound that Santiago fuckin' loved so he began to hit it harder and harder. Rolling her onto her back, he began to drill her and she could not handle it, she began to try and crawl away but Santiago just keep drilling her pussy hitting its walls each time, damn she was tight as shit and now she was moaning like a cheap whore. Santiago inhaled just as Ja'don put his finger under his nose letting him smell the pussy he had played in earlier. \n\nThat was it Santiago was gone. He began to fuck her harder and harder, the sound, the smell all of it making him drive his manhood deeper and deeper into her cavern until finally she clinches her legs and begins to just scream. She had cum and he roll off her knowing she was finished, she cannot take anymore, but he has just started. He raises his hand and he stands and points to the bed as Ja'don walks over and just lies down. Erica moves onto the floor still trying to catch her breath. Santiago just put a little lube on his finger and begins to work it into Ja'don's ass. Ja'don jumps just a little as he lifts up into the doggie position. Santiago stops finger him and put lube down his dick until the reaches the hairs. Santiago stand behind Ja'don grabbing him hips and without a moments warning rams all of himself deep in. Ja'don moans loudly as if the pain is too much, but Santiago knows better. As he begins to pull Ja'don back and forward Ja'don's ass seems to get tighter and tighter. Ja'don begins to throw it back and Santiago harder and harder rolling him hips up and down taking the entire iron rod inside of him. \n\nWith a few movements Santiago, keep the pace as he turns Ja'don and sits on the bed. Ja'don is now ridding Santiago looking at Erica, who seems shocked to see someone take Santiago so well, but it is only from practice. Their first time Santiago broke Ja'don, and left him crying, but now Ja'don liked the pain of taking all of him man inside of him. Over and over, he rolled his hips moaning and calling out Papi to Santiago who just keep bangin' upward putting all his meat in Ja'don's back. Finally Santiago felt the wet lips of Erica begin to suck on his balls and eat his ass, as Ja'don went up and down on his rod, it had happen his fantasy had happened. Then suddenly Santiago gripped Ja'don pulling him all the way down onto himself and his seed exploded. As Santiago felt all his energy rushing into Ja'don he could hear Ja'don moaning too, looking to Erica whose face was now covered with Ja'don's own, Santiago know he had done what needed to be done. \n\nAs Ja'don just sat there feeling all of Santiago inside him he turned him head to kiss Santiago who was sitting up behind him. It was soft. Erica seems to take the hint that she was done here and gathered her cloths. Normally they would have showered together but Ja'don wanted to wash Santiago this time. Wearing a long white shirt look some sort of slave Ja'don washed every inch of Santiago's body, some inches he personally licked clean, as if he where his personal slave. Ja'don enjoyed pleasing his king, and after a few minutes in the shower Ja'don was sure he was about to please his king again as Santiago simply pushed him down to him knees with his dick rock hard look right at him. Ja'don simply did what he knew he should, and began to suck. \n\nIt had been hours and as the last person walked out Dre sat watching Errol his head still spinning from the music and the drinks. \"Look as soon as Toni drops by I will drive your drunk ass home,\" Errol said to Dre sitting with a coke in front of him. Dre did not reply before the banging at the door began. As Errol opened the door in walked, a kat Dre had seen from time to time, but right now he just was not going to place the face. \"Toni this is my boy Dre, excuse him he is fucked up.\" he said with a slightly more ghetto tone then normal. Toni just nodded to Dre. Dre glanced at the kat who was about 5'101/2\" with a build that said he worked out a bit, he looked at Dre like he knows him, but it was only for a moment. \nDre watched him as he went to the office, he must have business with E, and then it clicked he was the guy who owned 24/7, Yea he had seen him around from time to time, Martice talked about the design work he did for kat all the time. After a few moments they walked back Dre turned, \"Yo,\" Toni and E paused, \"You the kat from 24/7 right?\" \n\n\"Yeah,\" Toni replied extending his hand, \"Have we met?\" \n\n\"Na, just shocked to see you're here, didn't know what kind place 24/7 was.\" \n\nToni smiled stepping into that area that said he was flirting and not just being friendly. \"Well how about you take this VIP pass,\" he reached into his pocket pulling the card. \"Trade Party this weekend, all weekend VIP only.\" \n\nDre took it his eyes flashing once he saw the design, \"Where did you have these done?\" \n\n\"Kid I know does good work all around,\" he said with a hint of something more before dropping it as Dre's eyes meet his. Dre know the work it was Martice's and while he did not like the comment about his boyfriend, he assumed it was the liquor talking to him. \"Stop in anytime,\" he finished before walking out of the door. Dre stood just as Errol reached out grabbing him. \n\n\"I will take you home Dre, just let me close up.\" \n\n\"I am good E.\" he said barely standing. Errol just did not let go. \n\n\"Look!\" he said looking Dre right in his eyes, \"I don't have time to scrape you ass off 85 North, so such the fuck up and sit the fuck down, I been giving you room with your boy in the Hospital and all, but what the fuck have you done with it outside of fuck random kats and drink too much!\" Dre could not say much. Errol just put his arms around him. \n\n\"You're like family asshole; I can't just let you do this.\" \n\nDre just stood there for a moment the hug reminding him that someone cared about him, for no other reason then they where his friend. \"Okay, moments passed get off me.\" he said as E let go simply stepping back and looking at him for a moment. \n\nHis head was still swimming he could not remember anything clearly. In his mind, he was screaming for them to stop but his body was not doing what he wanted. The physical pain was not the worse of it the emotional pain was far more. See gay or not Martice still view himself as all man and in his world, this did not happen to men, but now it was happening to him not once but over and over in his mind as he relived that night again and again. \"Clean my shit off kat!\" he remembered clearly, as he looked at Toni trough the haze that as his mind just before it was shoved in his mouth. He remembers that then the side of his face exploding, he was not sure what from, but the pain was unreal. He could tell there was a disagreement and he remembered Toni walking out, but thing after that where a mix and blur. There was no pleasure as he felt himself entered again forcefully. \n\nIt felt like hours even if it had only been a few minutes or even seconds, it had changed everything, and then again, he felt that explosion this time in his chest. He remembered being drugged out and even being in his car, the worse of it he remembered being woken by a warm stream, and that was hours before he saw the red and blue lights. He had never been so happy to see the police. He remembered hearing Dre's voice, maybe yelling about wanting to see him, oh how he want to see him too, but he just could not open his eyes. He could also hear his mother, man was that a shocker. His stepfather had not take his coming out well at all and she was the perfect pastor's wife and stood by him rather then her son, her own blood. All he could think of if only he could open his eyes, if only he could lay in Dre's arms it would all be ok. They had stolen his manhood from him, with each trust, they had changed him, and all he wanted right now was to have his life back. \n\nShe sat watching him; this was what she feared the most about his choice in lifestyles. Now her only child lay in a state between life and death and all she could do was sit here and pray that god gave him back. \"Mom,\" a weak voice called. She looked up to him as tears poured form his eyes. \"Mama,\" his weak voice called out to her as his hand rose as if by magic pulling her to her feet as she reached out grabbing it. \n\n\"DOCTOR!\" she screamed the beeping of the machines began to get louder and louder. \"Baby you're okay! I love you!\" she said to him kissing his forehead and holding onto his hand as if she was worried he would slip away form her again. The doctors flooded the room while a nurse took her into the hall. As she stood there watching from the window she was filled with hope. Reaching into her pocket she pulled her cell phone, no they weren't friends but this was a moment she need to share with someone she was beginning to understand loved her son, not like she did or in a way she could understand, but he did, and for this moment she would put everything aside and respect that. \n\nDamn this kid had a hot mouth as it went up and down his manhood. The look in his eye said he had no idea this was just something for a moment to Wendell. As he reached his hand down and began to play with this young Kat's ass, he could hear the moan. \"Turn that shit around,\" he said to him. The kid did not pause, turning around and spreading his ass as he lowered his head to the floor. Wendell smiled as he slid off the couch to his knees; he was going to leave carpet burn on this bitches face as he plowed his ass. Without a moment pause and only a small amount of spit to lube the hole, he forced himself into the virgin ass in front of him. The rug dulled the scream of pain. \"Calm down baby boy it always hurts the first time just take it easy.\" he said smiling to himself; damn he loved that scream. \n\nAs he slowly worked his way in and out the pain did not get better for the kid, but that was not his problem he was just trying to get a nutt. After a minute or so, he returned to the aggressive trust that he enjoyed more and more. Thrusting himself deeper and deeper as he gripped his shoulders he worked trough the aggression he kept pinned up. \"You're loving that dick ain't you bitch!\" he said asked he keep going deeper and deeper, only the kid's moans acting as his reply. Wendell closed his eyes remember that night, payback was a bitch and after what that nigga Dre had done to him he had gotten the last laugh. Faster and harder he thrust until he exploded just as his phone began to ring. Still dripping he pulled out and reached for his phone, \"What?\" \n\n\"We need to talk,\" Toni said from the other end. \n\n\"You ain't done?\" he said pulling the kid by the head toward his cock. As it entered his wet mouth the look was not like before, he understood his place now. As a slight moan exited Wendell, \"Yeah, but I'm busy,\" he said. \n\n\"Nigga finish whatever it is you're doing and get over here we got to talk about what happened.\" As if on queue, he reached down grabbing the back of the person's head and forced himself deeper into his mouth a second explosion of cum filling his mouth. Never hanging up the phone he stood zipped up his pants and started to the door. \n\n\"Yo kat,\" the guy called out as Wendell paused looking back. \"What about me?\" \n\n\"I let you clean my shit off didn't I, I should have been jacking your dick nigga.\" he said walking out of the door. \n\n\"I'll be there.\""
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"value": "*Elizabeth here: I thought it was about time I went for the ageld vampire tropes and try to make them fun and refreshing. Plus, this one has a good ending, unlike some other stories I've seen which end on a rather depressing note that ruins the story. I hope you enjoy it!* \n\n \n\nTwo needles with suction cups, a Y shaped tube, a pump, and a bag: every 56 days, per the Red Cross donation guidelines, Helen spiced up her masturbation sessions by climbing in bed, getting naked, and hooking her neck up to her homemade machinery. Maybe it was safe, maybe not; she never bothered to check. \n\nShe would get on her bed, lay face up, and pierce her neck with the fang-like needles, letting the suction cups take hold on her skin, then she had ten minutes to bring herself to an orgasm with her two vibrators before the pint was drained. Helen was more visually oriented than most women in the city. So, a good image of a sexy vampire, whether male or female—gender didn't matter so long as they had fangs—was enough to do the trick. Fanart of a few particularly cute fictional vampires was surprisingly arousing for her, but the rare photo shoot of a pale, blood-splattered man or woman in victorian garb was just as nice. The procedure was a little mechanical, but the six and a half times a year she got to do it were without a question the only easy orgasms she could get. Her vampire fetish was that big. Real men and women just couldn't do anything interesting for her unless they were into bloodplay, and no eligible person she had met in her life was. \n\nBut even though it was exactly 56 days since her last session, she was not doing that tonight. In her medium sized, red-painted downtown apartment, twelve stories above the cold nighttime streets, the pale Helen shivered as she sat at her desk in the darkness. The light of her laptop shone against the red curtains behind her, bathing room and the pale skin of her arms in a reddish, slightly arousing glow. She was comfortable in her chair, thanks to the fuzzy, black sweatpants she wore, the cushioned seat, and the loose-fitting long sleeved shirt covering her bare chest. Underwear was mostly a thing she wore out in public. \n\nHelen liked to browse many weird, obscure vampire themed forums. Even the deep, buried forums were bristling with activity, whether it was from a fanart poster or someone with a story to tell. But, people claiming to be real vampires or people who claimed to have met one were exposed all the time as frauds; nobody took them seriously on most sites. Most. \n\nBut Helen, through a friend of a friend of a friend of an online roleplayer she had communicated with for a while, was told about an obscure dark web forum with people who posted stories and images that were a little *too* real. There were lovely—lovely for Helen, at least—images of puncture wounds, graphic tales of ambush by beautiful men and women of the night, and even one selfie of a beautiful young man with his lips over the bloodied neck of a cute girl who wore a smug grin, as if she knew others would be jealous of her blood loss. That last one would have been Helen's image of choice for the night had she not stumbled across a startling revelation. And all this was just on the front page; Helen had not clicked through the rest yet. \n\nThe people of this forum, a website known only to a few hundred, were known to be In the Know, a term used by the people who not only believed in vampires, but who were actually involved with real ones. That was also what the forum was named: In the Know. \n\nAt the moment, Helen was chatting with a user who was introducing her to the group and who was about to livestream something to her that was supposed to prove that vampires existed, since the site didn't host videos to save server space, but still had a video chat service. This user, firebloodIV, had arranged it hours in advance out of kindness. The chat window was to the left, and a box on the right was for webcam footage, of which there was none at the moment. A new text message came in. \n\n*firebloodIV: give me 1 min i gotta set up the camera with my BF* \n\nHelen typed up a response. \n\n*cripplingfetishforvamps: no problem, take all the time you need, and by the way thanks for being willing to share this with me i've been looking forward to some real shit for a while* \n\n*firebloodIV: thanks* \n\nTrembling in her seat, Helen waited for the video feed to turn on. She had doubts, of course, but given how real everything else on the forum's front page looked, and the unanimous agreement among the users that the content was real, they were quickly fading. \n\nAnd the camera activated. A young, semi-attractive blonde woman waved at Helen through the screen, as did a cute black haired man with pale skin. \n\nThe woman spoke. \"Hey! Can you see us alright?\" \n\nHelen quickly typed up a reply. The video feed was only one way. \n\n*cripplingfetishforvamps: yep, you two look cute: are you going to do the thing?* \n\n\"Hell yeah!\" she replied. The man accompanying her grinned, exposing his sharp fangs. The sight made Helen a little wet. \n\n\"So, my love, shall we begin?\" he said in a sophisticated, sexy voice with mild British undertones. \n\nThe woman smiled. \"Yep. Right on the neck, so they can see.\" \n\nHelen watched closely. Her heart began to beat faster as the man closed in on the woman's neck, a woman who closed her eyes and smiled as if this was something she had done many nights before. The fangs drew closer and closer as the man searched for an artery, scanning with his eyes at first, then eventually feeling the spot he picked with his tongue. The lick made both Helen and the woman shudder simultaneously. Finally, he gently pressed his fangs to her neck, making sure they were in the right place. \n\nThen he pulled back a half inch, and plunged the fangs down. Helen's neck twitched and she almost gasped in response; the woman barely flinched. Blood wasn't just drawn; it spurted from the tiny punctures, shooting into the man's open mouth at regular intervals. Helen's heart raced and she began to shiver and sweat as he placed his lips around the wounds, closing his eyes, and savoring every drop that flowed into his waiting mouth. \n\nAnd he kept sucking as the seconds passed. Helen wondered just how much blood was being taken: with the speed of the initial squirt of blood, it was certainly far more than what was safe, and far more than she had ever lost. It was arousing, watching him drain her. She wished that was her, just imagining herself in that chair instead of the other woman, feeling woozy and slowly losing consciousness from the erotic drain of pints upon pints of blood provided by her ever quickening heartbeat until her mind went dark, for who knew how long... \n\nBut, that didn't happen to the woman. The man withdrew his lips some time later, and the bleeding had stopped. The wound, in fact, was actually almost nonexistent now save for two slightly redder circles on her neck amid the red, messy smear all over the side of her neck. The healing raised Helen's curiosity, given that it took far longer than that for even the tiniest cut to repair itself. The woman, paler than before, opened her eyes. She was fine. \n\nThe man spoke. \"Still feeling alright?\" \n\n\"Yeah,\" the woman replied. \"Did you catch that?\" she said, facing the camera as the man wiped off her neck with a paper towel he grabbed from offscreen. And, the video feed ended. \n\nHelen's arms shook, half with arousal and half with shock. This was the evidence she needed. Vampires were real. The thing she fetishized the most was real. She wanted to type out those reactions, but kept her reply dignified. \n\n*cripplingfetishforvamps: wow, that was something new. can you, uhh... tell me a bit more about you two?* \n\n*firebloodIV: gladly* \n\nOver the next half hour, Helen got to know more about vampires in general. Vampires were born, not made, and their bites were not infectious, they could stop the bleeding caused by their own bite wounds, victims regenerated blood at an astonishing rate, they were only mildly annoyed by the sun and not burned alive by it, they lived among humans and went on dates and had jobs like the one Helen just saw, they usually only took willing targets... Helen memorized every last one of the facts. \n\nWhen their chat came to an end, Helen thanked her, closed the window, and returned to the main site forums to dig. \n\nIt was eleven thirty at night. The frigid air in her room did nothing to cool her down, and sweat stains gathered on her clothes. She had scrolled through pages upon pages of content ranging from innocent to informative to deliberately sensual. She absentmindedly rubbed her groin through the material of her pants in response to the heaps and heaps of real vampire pictures, stories, and everything she found sexy. But she was searching for something else. \n\nHelen was looking for vampires near her. Even just one willing to share their address and who was willing to accompany a visitor for an hour or two would have satisfied her. Even if it wasn't an explicitly sexual meeting, in which case she'd keep all the arousing fantasies in her head and wear something dark around her waist. But fucking would be much better, and at twelve-thirty, she struck gold. Ten pages down, posted last week, was an announcement for a romantic meet-and-greet in a reclusive little library in an inconspicuous alleyway door. And it was in her very city. Single and dating men and women, vampire or not, would be there to find romantic partners for whatever it was they wanted. Turnout was expected to be about eighty people. And it was tonight; in one hour, in fact. The event was planned a month ago, and the post was resurfacing due to activity from excited forum users. \n\nIt took her a moment to process the time listed. Sixty minutes and it would start without her. The realization kicked her into high gear as she fumbled for something to scrawl down the address on. She found a napkin and a red crayon and copied the location down: 1813 W. Ensanguine St, maroon door down the alley between the two bookstores. \n\nThe location was fifteen minutes away, and she wanted to arrive five minutes early. So, she had forty minutes to pick out something to wear, focus on looking good, and most importantly, to shower before leaving, since the night had already put her in a nervous, aroused sweat. \n\nAt twelve'-five, she chugged down a jug of potent coffee, left her apartment, locked the door, and sailed down the cold, night streets in her gray dress, shivering from both her anticipation and exposed skin. The street was brightly lit and filled with nighttime activity, and the distance from her apartment to the event was right at the edge of where she would consider calling a cab for, so sh walked. The caffeine, cold, and excitement all kept each other in check. \n\nOn Ensanguine Street, she breathed a sigh of relief when she found the two bookstores which occupied the first floors of their three story buildings. *Red Desires* and *Books That Bite*, a romance bookstore and a horror bookstore, were positioned, decorated and named as if to say, \"hey, we're owned by vampires, all the sexiness is in this alley come on in Helen get that good succ like you've always wanted\". As Helen peeked into the inviting gap between the buildings, she saw a woman in a long coat enter a red door inside the alley: the third door down, in fact. Her heart pounded as she approached the alley, looked both ways to make sure nobody was watching—not that anyone would have cared—and went into the slender, unlit passage. \n\nThe maroon door, almost purple in the darkness of the alley, stood in front of her at last. Her hand trembled from the nervousness and shivered from the cold as she reached for the copper knob, turned, and pulled the door open. \n\nHelen was greeted by a wonderful, warmly lit interior. The bitter cold was absent, and she delighted in the warmth of the hardwood floored and beige walled room. An umbrella stand next to the front door was half-full. She had entered a mostly empty holding room; there was a hallway going down to the right, a staircase on the left, and a door in the back. By the back door, a tall, pale gentleman with a leather coat stood with his arms folded. \n\nHelen closed the door behind her as he spoke. \"You're here for the gathering, aren't you?\" \n\n\"Yes,\" she said. \n\n\"Where did you learn about it?\" \n\n\"An online forum; they called it In the—\" \n\nHe interrupted. \"-Ah, good to see that old forum's getting some attention. So, which *kind* are you?\" he asked, putting deliberate emphasis on 'kind'. \n\nHelen understood. \"Human. Definitely.\" \n\nThe gentleman scanned her. \"Yeah, looks about right,\" he said. \"Come on in. Everyone always shows up fifteen minutes early, so the speaker we brought in for the night already gave their presentation, but there are still a lot of things going on.\" He nodded, opened the back door, and Helen walked through into a busy room. The door was closed behind her, and Ellen was left in a moderately large ballroom, filled with about eighty or so people. Alcohol was served in abundance at tables, and there was enough for easily a hundred people. Some people were significantly paler than the others, and Helen shuddered as she caught a glimpse at the fangs of an older gentleman who was downing a shot of whiskey. People were dancing in one corner, others were chatting at the tables in the center, and some sort of speed dating event was being arranged in another. A sign by the door she entered from read, \"What happens in the dark, stays in the dark.\" How such a large, vibrant gathering could happen in secret was beyond Helen's understanding. \n\nHelen wandered around, in awe at the very thing she had been craving for years. Every one of the vampires looked so young, vibrant, and charming, and she wanted to be a part of their world. \n\nAnd it occurred to her that she actually had to talk to them. So, she approached the blonde human woman at a desk in front of the speed dating tables, who perked up and smiled at her. \n\n\"Ah, here for the speed dating?\" the woman asked. \n\n\"Maybe,\" she said, trying to hide her nervousness. \"So, is this human on vampire, vampire on vampire, or—\" \n\n\"We mix them up at random,\" she said. \"We like to bring as much variety into these dates as possible; we even let that vampire couple in who was looking for a threesome, because, well, we're supposed to only allow onenne sessions, but it's not like we have anywhere else in town where two vampires can look for a threesome with a human. But other than that, it's guy on girl here. LGBT night is next month, by the way.\" \n\n\"A threesome? With two vampires?\" \n\n\"Yeah. Those two over there,\" she said, casually pointing at a circular table in the back of the speed dating section. A pale, busty, black haired woman with lots of eyeliner was leaning on the shoulder of a cute, cleanly shaven gentleman. Helen didn't even notice the blonde woman in front of them with whom she shared a striking resemblance, waiting to begin the event, and Helen stared at the beautiful couple for as long as she could without looking suspicious. \n\n\"They're probably not your kind of thing,\" the woman said, missing all of the excited cues that Helen was giving off, from her badly suppressed grin to the shaking of her arms. \"It's going to start in about a minute and a half.\" \n\n\"I'd like in as soon as possible,\" Helen said, and the woman waved her in with a smile. \n\nWith her two prizes in mind, Helen sat across from an energetic young man about her age. He was pale, but Helen had to be sure. When the bell rang, she checked his mouth when he spoke for the first time. Not a vampire. So, Helen stalled for time, giving him some filler about herself while not at all paying attention to what he was saying. Two minutes later, it was the next round. Also not a vampire, and they were forgotten as soon as she stood up. \n\nIt took a lot of willpower to get through the third date without making any commitments. She was matched with a real vampire this time: less pale than the others, but still bearing the trademark fangs, he captivated Helen with his charming attire and his brief summary of his mysterious lifestyle. His name was Eric. She wanted him to take her home to his penthouse suite where he'd charm her and bring her to his bed and sink his teeth into her as they fucked, the pain and pleasure mixing as he drank his fill, but Helen was holding out for the top prize. Just in case Helen's primary option didn't go smoothly, she made an effort to charm him, then took his phone number after he showed interest, not making any promises, as hard as it was not to. \n\nWhen the woman operating the speed dating event shifted the participants around again, Helen was finally matched with the pair she was fantasizing about. She smiled at them and took her seat as they smiled back. \n\n\"Hey,\" Helen said, waving at them. \"I'm Helen, and you are...\" \n\nThe woman spoke first. \"Lucy,\" she said. \"I assume you're human?\" \n\n\"Yeah,\" Helen replied. Her hands trembled under the table as she wondered if she had picked the right greeting. \"And you are?\" she asked, facing towards the gentleman next to Lucy. \n\n\"Clement,\" he said. \"So, we know not everyone's not into a threesome, but—\" \n\n\"—I am,\" Helen said. She scolded herself for seeming too eager. \n\nLucy spoke again. \"This may be a little disappointing, but truth be told, we were kind of hoping you'd say no, since we lined up a partner at the start—\" \n\nIn the middle of her pause, Helen spoke again. Maybe she misheard them. \"-Come again?\" she asked. \n\nClement continued where Lucy left off. \"We, uh, decided it would be first come first served for this, and that Emily woman five tables over got the spot first.\" \n\nHelen turned around and saw a blonde woman talking calmly with another human man. Only now did she realize that not only was this woman in a white dress was the one who was paired with the duo at the start, but also had a striking resemblance to Helen. Apart from the hair, she was almost identical in every way to her. \n\nClement awkwardly trailed off, and Lucy picked up for him. \"It's nothing personal, you know? It's just, we made a promise, and, yeah...\" \n\nHelen, with her hopes shattered, was wondering why one vampire partner didn't seem very appealing anymore. It was what she came for; she was only expecting one. But the second a threesome came up, Helen's mind fixated on it, and she was perfectly aware of how sudden her shift in attitude was. She wondered if she could be satisfied with that vampire guy from earlier. \n\nBut Helen refused to accept it. As she made small talk with the pair to fill the rest of her time, she already began formulating plans. Helen's mind was clouded with emotion, and she wasn't a genius, but she was determined. It was difficult to come up with a plan, as flaming jealousy towards Emily—whom she had never spoke to, or known at all—fanned itself to the front of her mind. \n\nWhen the round ended, Helen was staring at Emily with a blank expression on her face, realizing a few seconds late that she had to switch tables. So, she switched to the next table, and it was another human. Helen made her lack of interest clear to him, and the man across from her understood and played on his phone for the rest of the date. \n\nBut Emily had ended up at the table next to her. Emily's date with the vampire man in front of her never got off the ground, since both of them had dates already. Helen wondered if she should say anything at all to her. She knew she had to confront her somehow and get her to stop her date with Lucy and Clement. And as her mind flickered through possibilities, Helen thought it would be much easier if she were Emily instead. \n\n*If she were Emily instead.* \n\nHelen perked up as she finally decided on a course of action. Any other human in the building would not have seriously considered the idea, but Helen was the only one horny and desperate enough to try it. Since Emily and her date weren't talking, Helen decided now was the perfect time to propose her plan. \n\"Hey,\" she whispered to Emily. She did not hear, so she said it again. After the third \"Hey,\" Emily perked up. \n\n\"Hmm?\" Emily said. Her voice was remarkably similar to Helen's, only making her more confident in her plan. \n\n\"Hey, can I talk to you outside right after the speed dating is done?? I'm in a bit of a pickle,\" she whispered. \n\n\"Um... sure, my date doesn't start until three tonight. What is it?\" \n\n\"Just, umm... I'll talk to you later. Just meet me after the speed dating.\" \n\nAnd when it ended, Helen and Emily walked together past the tables and chairs and smiling couples towards the door. Helen looked behind her to make sure Lucy and Clement didn't see them together; it was a good thing that they were talking with another couple. \n\nThey went past the bouncer and out into the cold night air. Helen urged Emily away from the door; she was perplexed, but went with her. \n\n\"Okay,\" Helen said, \"I really wanted that threesome.\" \n\n\"Huh? Is that what this is about? I thought you needed a ride, or—\" \n\n\"—I have two hundred dollars in my pocket if you cancel.\" \n\n\"I really need to get laid tonight. Sorry. It's been that kind of week. And also, they told me that they were so dedicated to their first come first serve policy that they wouldn't accommodate another person even if I quit, just in case I changed my mind halfway through.\" \n\n\"Then I have a better idea; how are you with applying hair dye?\" \n\n\"Um... good? I'm normally a chestnut brown, so I use lots of blonde dye, but—\" \n\n\"—I have a date with a young, strapping vampire living in a penthouse two blocks down lined up, you have a vampire threesome lined up, and we're basically identical except for our hair color.\" \n\n\"You can't seriously be considering—\" \n\n\"—We sound alike, too.\" \n\nEmily paused. \"Is he hot?\" \n\n\"Very.\" \n\n\"Is he rich?\" \n\n\"Looks like it.\" \n\nIt took Emily thirty seconds to speak again as she pondered the decision. \"Fine. But only because I took acting lessons in college and I don't plan on making this a long-time thing with him.\" \n\nHelen was relieved to hear her answer. \"Thank you,\" she said. \"So, I think we should exchange some details...\" \n\nOver the next fifteen minutes, Emily and Helen shared information. Helen told Emily about the vampire who's number she got, and Emily told Helen a set of facts. Two hours from now. 1403 Silver St, the West end of town, big Victorian Era house. Emily and Helen were glad that they didn't share many personal details with their respective dates, or the lies would have gotten much more complicated. Helen forked over the cash and told Emily to find some fast-drying black hair dye and a place to apply it. Neither of them owned dresses that were just like the one the other wore, and didn't want to switch dresses with each other, but they figured that it was enough to change into any different dress before their dates and claim that there was a spill. They both left the romantic gathering behind and parted ways. \n\nThe excitement and tension nullified most of the effects of the cold on her. Helen bolted back to her apartment and closed the door behind her. Relieved to be in her own home again, she had just under two hours to change her dress and hair color. Helen threw off her gray dress changed into a dark, red one that was slightly longer. \n\nHair color would be trickier. Helen had some hair dye that a friend accidentally left over at her house one time, a small bucket of the other necessary supplies, and a faint idea of how to use them. \n\nIt was by nothing short of a miracle that Helen managed to turn her black hair into Emily's golden blonde. With a little makeup, Helen looked just like her. With half an hour to spare, she chugged more coffee and went outside to hail a taxi to take her to the West end of town, filled with trees and hills that made Helen almost forget that it was part of a large city. The driver, an older man, was mostly silent the whole time. \n\nHe dropped Helen off outside a wealthy neighborhood, and she paid him for the ride. \"Stay safe,\" he said, and drove away. She walked three blocks down the empty sidewalk, shaking with excitement, until she found the old Victorian Era house that she was looking for. The address was right. The lights were on inside, and Helen trembled as she walked up the cobblestone driveway. She checked the time—five minutes earlier than she had to be there—and arrived on the wood porch. An orange glow came from the small window at the top of the dark purple door. She rang the doorbell, and immediately heard shuffling on the other side. \n\nOnly then did it occur to Helen that maybe her disguise wasn't foolproof. After all, she only changed the hair, dress, and add a little makeup. She shook as the pair of footsteps on the other side of the door grew louder and louder... \n\nAnd when the door opened, the warm light inside the house and the friendly, fanged smiles of the vampire couple washed away her concern and replaced it with horny relaxation. Lucy, keeping to the vampire trend of making everything Victorian, was wearing a white victorian nightgown, and Clement was in a dark gray shirt and sweatpants. \n\n\"Emily!\" Lucy said with a smile. \"Ready for tonight?\" \n\n\"Yep,\" Helen said, hoping her voice was close enough to fool them. \n\nAnd it did. Clement beckoned Helen in, and Lucy rubbed her hands together with excitement, as did Clement. Helen wasn't sure what to do, so she just smiled and hung her purse on a hook by the door. She shuffled her wallet around to the bottom so that it wouldn't fall out and conveniently show her real driver's license. \n\n\"Oh, Clement, stay down here while I go and get the thing from upstairs.\" Lucy turned around and ran up the adjacent stairwell, and turned a bend up the carpeted stairs. Clement and Helen were alone. \n\nHelen spoke first. \"So, uh, what are the specifics of tonight?\" \n\n\"Honestly, I thought we'd just talk, have a glass or two of wine, then go upstairs and it would magically happen,\" he said. \n\n\"That's pretty much what I imagined,\" Helen said. \n\nThey continued making small talk until Lucy came back with a bottle of red wine. It was some kind of obscure French brand that Helen wasn't even going to try to pronounce any time soon. \n\nThey went into the living room, where glasses had already been set out, and the trio relaxed on the couch as Clement poured a glass for everyone. The fangs sticking out of his mouth made it difficult to believe that the red wine was actually wine, but if they were serving it to Helen, then it was certainly wine. \n\n\"So, any preferences for tonight?\" Lucy asked. \"I don't think we went over it.\" \n\n\"Preferences?\" \n\n\"Yeah, kinks and the like,\" Clement explained. \n\n\"Umm... I definitely want to be submissive, and to get lots of biting and sucking all over my body, maybe you two can keep as much clothing on as possible? I don't know: maybe I can be mostly still while you two move around have your way with me. And maybe I can start with my dress and have it come off a little. I really like the image of Lucy in a nightgown just ravishing me,\" she said. \"Other than that, you two can do literally anything you want to me,\" Helen said with a smile, getting aroused by her own description of what she wanted them to do to her. \n\nLucy and clement turned towards each other. \"That is a really hot image,\" Clement said. Lucy nodded in agreement, and everyone started drinking. It was good, chilled wine and tasted faintly of raspberries. \n\n\"Hey,\" Clement said. \"When you said biting and sucking...\" \n\n\"Yes,\" Helen said, \"The vampiric kind. Lots of blood loss.\" \n\n\"How much?\" he replied. \n\n\"As long as I don't die, as much as possible.\" \n\n\"Kinky,\" Lucy said with a smile. \"I do love mouth stuff.\" \n\nAfter two slow glasses of wine, Helen shaking a little with anticipation throughout, they all silently agreed that it was time. \n\n\"To the bedroom?\" Clement asked to confirm their silent agreement, and the others nodded. Helen's anticipation got to the point where a stain gradually began to grow on her panties. The trio began to walk to the stairs. \n\n*Am I really about to do this?* Helen asked herself. \n\nThey climbed the carpeted stairs. \n\n*How did I get here? I was going around as normal one day, then the next...* \n\nThe top of the staircase led to an L shaped hallway. The trio took the path on the left and began to approach the cracked door of a bedroom. Lucy and Clement looked excited. And the delightful realization sunk into Helen as she finally processed the night's events. \n\n*Yep. The best night of my life is about to happen.* She quivered for a moment as she thought that. \n\nClement opened the door, and Lucy and Helen followed. It was an unlit, fresh, clean victorian style bedroom. The full moon was visible from one window, with trees obscuring everything but the sky. The red carpeted floor gave the moonlit room a dangerously sexy aura as the faint light reflected onto the room's furniture. Cabinets, two desks, a computer, and the white bed in the center of the room were all bathed in a faint pink glow in addition to the warm yellow light coming from the hallway. Even without outside light, it would still be possible to see. \n\nHelen jumped on the bed, eager to begin. She propped her head on a pillow, shifted to the center, spread her arms and legs, and closed her eyes. \n\n\"I'm all yours,\" she said, smiling. \"I think I'll keep my eyes closed for most of this just to make it more fun.\" They giggled, she heard a door close, and she kept her eyes closed as one set of footsteps went to the foot of the bed while another approached the head. She heard the bed creak in front of her and then again to the right. The yellow ambient light that filtered through her eyelids was replaced by the faintest, darkest pink. \n\nLucy's voice came from the right. \"Emily, you're going to have quite the fun night,\" she said as Helen felt Clement climb onto the other end of the bed and crawl between her legs. Clement's skin and the fabric of his clothes rubbed against the insides of her legs as the fabric of Lucy's nightgown began to shift over Helen's face. No more light filtered through Helen's eyelids as Helen got a sense of what was going to happen. \n\nThe fabric drooped completely over Helen's face and she felt Lucy's thighs begin to come down to the sides of her head as Helen felt Clement pulling her wet panties down her spread legs. She closed them a tiny bit to keep them from being caught at her knees, and spread them again when Clement had pulled them from her ankles. And just as Clement placed her head in between Helen's thighs, not yet interacting with the warmth between them, Lucy lowered her own tight, wet pussy over Helen's face. Helen wanted to please her, to coax her into biting later, so she delightfully went all in. Helen let the lips of her mouth gently caress Lucy's wet warmth as she probed inside with her tongue. Lucy settled on top of her and found the most comfortable spot for both of them. \n\nMeanwhile, Clement was down below, and Helen shuddered as he began to lick the outskirts of her pussy, staying away from the center so as to deliberately tease. As Helen did her work on Lucy, she silently begged for Clement to pull away for a second and sink his teeth into her inner thighs before going in again, sprinkling physical pleasure with biting and blood drain. \n\nHelen's guess was right. Clement stopped teasing her groin, and began to gently run his fangs across Helen's inner right thigh. Even without a puncture, the mere sensation of teeth against her flesh was more pleasurable than anything he or Lucy had done. She moaned a little into Lucy's body as she licked and kissed her opening. \n\nAnd then Helen felt the most wonderful set of punctures on her inner thigh. She gasped, not at all in pain but pleasure, and found the fervor to lick faster and harder, eventually finding the perfect rhythm to please Lucy, who reluctantly raised her pussy off of Helen for a moment to let her speak. \n\n\"So good... don't stop, more please,\" she begged, and Lucy lowered herself onto Helen again to let her resume her perfect rhythm of kissing and licking. Helen's pain only strengthened the erotic bliss that shot through her leg, as warm, wet, sucking kisses dropped over the wound, and each throbbing suck corresponded to a shudder in Helen's groin. She was not climaxing, but the bite, the culmination of everything she wanted, brought her much closer as she grew wetter and her heart rate accelerated from arousal and blood loss. \n\nClement gave her one last sucking kiss before retreating and placing his mouth back to her groin, this time targeting Helen's clit with his tongue. Helen shook and moaned into Lucy with excitement as Lucy began to moan and gasp herself. Lucy even let out a little giggle. Helen's fervent licking was slowly bringing her to a climax, and Helen herself knew. \n\nHelen's motions against Lucy's depths and her clit finally brought out even stronger moans and stifled gasps. \"Emily, Emily, Emily,\" she faintly moaned as the wet walls of her climaxing pussy begin to throb and pulse around Helen's tongue. Only the slightest bit of guilt over the fake name made its way to Helen's mind, and was soon smothered with pleasure as Clement pulled away with his mouth and began to stroke Helen's soaking pussy with two fingers, massaging her closer and closer to orgasm as Clement began to move up Helen's body. She felt Clement come near her left side, and she felt him grab her left arm. Helen was near the tipping point of orgasm already, and longed for what came next. \n\nAs Lucy's moans stopped, another pair of blissful punctures sunk down on her wrist. The sensation of Lucy's body, Clement's fingers, and the bite all sent Helen over to the edge. A fiery, wet wave of pleasure pulsed from her groin, making her shudder around Clement's fingers and moan and gasp into Lucy's groin, which she kept licking. \n\nClement's sucking kisses synced with the clenching in Helen's center, and each wet, erotic pulse correlated with another little bit of blood sucked from her body, making the orgasm much more intense as Helen visualized the blood leaving her circulatory system. And just before the orgasm ended, Clement gave one last long kiss, and withdrew his lips. Lucy pulled her groin away from Helen's lips, and Helen silently begged for more of all if it. \n\nHelen heard Clement unbuckling his pants as he began to reposition himself, putting his knees between Helen's spread legs again. \n\n\"Lovely,\" Lucy said. \"I think I'll reward her a little while you do that... I think Emily wants a little more pleasure up here too, after what she did for me...\" \n\nLucy got off from on top of Helen and climbed to her right side. Lucy opened her eyes just a moment to see Lucy crouching beside her head, then closed them again to let Clement's actions be a surprise. \n\nHelen waited as the pair adjusted themselves. Helen felt Lucy toying with the top of her dress, and Helen obediently positioned her arms so that Lucy could pull off the straps. After freeing them, she pulled the top of her dress down, exposing Helen's bra-clad chest. \n\nHelen felt Clement reposition himself, and began to anticipate his entry into her. Helen spread her legs a little more and did her best to try and angle her body up a little. \n\nThe touch of Clement's warm, erect length against the lips of her wet center made her shudder as Lucy finished taking off Helen's bra. The tip of his cock entered her, and Lucy let out a little giggle as she placed her head on Helen's chest. \n\n\"Nice, hmm?\" Lucy said as Clement thrusted in and out, bringing more pleasure with each stroke and gradually making Helen climb to her next orgasm. \"I think I'll help him a little,\" Lucy said as she rested her head on Helen's shoulder and reached for her breasts with her hands. Helen felt Lucy's fingers tease around her nipples, not quite touching them, but making her hornier by the second and amplifying everything she felt in her groin. \n\nLucy began tracing her teeth around the right side of Helen's neck, and she shuddered. Lucy's warm, sweet breath was on her neck. The wrist and thighs were erotic enough, but she knew that being bitten in the archetypal spot for a vampire to target would be so much more intense. It was the bite spot she desired the most. \n\nClement soon settled in his rhythm, going in and out of her hot, wet opening with little resistance. Lucy stopped teasing around Helen's nipples and pinched them directly, molding her soft flesh in her fingertips, making Helen so much hornier and aroused and closer to orgasm. \n\nLucy kept rubbing the tips of her fangs against Helen's neck, teasing her and making her want it more and more. \n\n\"Now, now,\" Lucy said, \"Tell me when you're about to come, and I'll plunge these into you and make it so much better.\" Lucy patiently waited by her side, teasing her neck and breasts, as Helen began to moan from the thrusts and teases on her body. The fangs were almost as intoxicating as the pleasure from Clement's cock. \n\nHelen let them both bring her closer and closer to climax, moaning more and more, and when she was at the brink of her second orgasm, she moaned out, \"Now, Lucy.\" \n\nLucy obeyed, sinking her teeth into Helen, still massaging her nipples. As she pierced her artery, the spike in electric, fiery pleasure shot into her neck and spread around the rest of her body, bringing a deep wellspring of arousal to the surface. Clement stifled a gasp, a sign that he was nearly at climax as well. The moment Lucy started sucking from Helen's spurting neck, she came. Helen's pussy clenched around Clement's cock, now throbbing in orgasm and spurting into her, and she gasped and moaned as a surge of blood left her body, leaving her more lightheaded by the second and overwhelming her body with pleasure. Clench after clench came, and Lucy kept sucking spurt after spurt of blood from Helen's neck, and the drain left Helen happy and hazy, and she almost wished it would knock her out so this would be the last thing she saw before her vision went dark. The delightful orgasm stayed far longer than the previous, but soon began to fade as Lucy retracted her lips and licked up one last surge of blood from the wounds, now closed. \n\nHelen let herself sink into the mattress as Clement pulled out of her and Lucy began to lay down to Helen's right. Clement began to climb up the bed and settled down to Helen's left, and they both hugged Helen, patting her on the head. \n\n\"Such a fun girl,\" Clement said. \"I think we'll have to keep her.\" \n\n\"Or at least bring her around on weekends,\" Lucy said. \"Helen, what do you think?\" \n\nHelen voiced a reply, letting herself relax between her lovers. \"Sure, that sounds—\" And then she opened her eyes when she realized Lucy had said her real name. \"—Wait, what was that?\" \n\nLucy giggled. \"Whoops,\" she said, as Helen began to sweat. \n\nClement giggled as well. \"Yeah, the real Emily called about half an hour ago and explained everything. Really, we thought that you two had gotten yourselves into such a silly scenario that we'd let it play out, but it looks like *someone* had to ruin it.\" \n\nHelen rolled her eyes, and noticed all the bloodstains on the bed and on all three of them. \"So I dyed my hair blonde and gave her a bunch of cash for nothing? That bitch.\" \n\n\"Well, I guess if you're horny,\" Lucy said, \"you'd also forget that just coming inside with the real Emily and talking out everything in person would also be a good idea.\" \n\nHelen sighed. \"I guess I could have just done that from the start. So, um, yeah, weekends are good. Saturdays seem like as good of a night as any to get sucked.\" \n\n\"Saturdays it is then,\" Clement said, and the trio snuggled up closer. \"You can be our nighttime pet or something.\" \n\n\"Great!\" she said, and there was a little pause before she spoke again. I don't want to get up,\" Helen said. \"Do any of you have anywhere you need to be tonight?\" \n\"Nope,\" Clement said. \n\n\"I think we can go to bed a little early,\" Lucy said. \"Day isn't too far away.\" Lucy and Clement drifted off to sleep, clutching their new plaything, and then Helen did the same. \n\nMorning came, and Helen left, closing the curtains as she walked out to keep the uncomfortable sun away from the pair, waking Clement and Lucy from their sleep for just a moment before they drifted back to bed. It was daytime, after all. Helen cleaned herself up, packed her things, and left, quickly finding a taxi to bring her back home. \n\nShe returned the next Saturday, as well as the Saturday after that. Sex aside, Clement and Lucy turned out to be great people in general, and Helen loved them. Routine, amazing sex and more importantly, frequent biting, spaced out over just long enough of a time-span for her to never tire of it, gave her the energy to focus during the week, and helped her career greatly over the months to come. \n\n \n\n*I hope you liked this: the genre is a little oversaturated, but I think I pulled it off. Let me know if you have any suggestions!*"
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"value": "### Title: Double Switch Ch. 15\n\n### Tags: love story\n\n### Characters\n\n**Sally**: One of the twin sisters, Sally is a practical and organized individual who is deeply in love with Frank. She is a teacher and is excited about her new life with Frank, but also values her bond with her sister Sue.\n\n**Sue**: The other twin sister, Sue is more spontaneous and creative. She is married to Ernest and is pursuing a career in writing while working at the university library. Sue is deeply in love with Ernest and enjoys their intimate life together.\n\n**Frank**: Frank is Sally's husband and Ernest's twin brother. He is responsible and has a secure job with a large company. Frank is deeply in love with Sally and looks forward to their life together.\n\n**Ernest**: Ernest is Sue's husband and Frank's twin brother. He is a student with a bright future ahead of him. Ernest has transformed from a shy individual to a confident and passionate lover, deeply in love with Sue.\n\n**Sally and Sue's Father**: A generous and relieved father who is happy to see both his daughters married. He provides financial support to both couples and is content that he only had to arrange one wedding for both his daughters.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe wedding plans for Sally and Frank are suddenly complicated by the addition of Sue and Ernest, who also decide to get married. The families quickly adjust the arrangements, including finding a new wedding dress for Sally and adding more bridesmaids. The weddings go beautifully, and the families are relieved and happy. The couples exchange personal gifts that hold special significance to them.\n\nFrank and Sally decide to postpone having children to enjoy some time together, and Sally goes on birth control. Their wedding night is a special celebration of their love and intimacy. Frank has a secure job, and Sally finds work as a substitute teacher. They spend their honeymoon in the city and at a lake cottage.\n\nMeanwhile, Sue and Ernest also decide to postpone having children due to their financial situation and Ernest's studies. Sue goes on birth control and finds a job at the university library. She also begins writing a romance novel. Their honeymoon is spent in their small apartment, and they enjoy a passionate and loving relationship.\n\nDespite living in different cities, Sally and Sue maintain contact through weekly phone calls. They plan a reunion at the lake cottage to celebrate the anniversary of Sue and Ernest's meeting. The sisters look forward to spending time together and strengthening their bond."
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"value": "*A Note to the reader: \n\nDouble Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So, a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble. \n\nTo understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. \n\nAll of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead. \n\nIncidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 15 you see here will be listed as Chapter 16. etc* \n\n. Chapter 15 \n\nThis new development threw the wedding plans into more than a little disarray. Luckily, the store had another dress, identical to the one Sally had selected. A couple of additional bride's maids were added - friends of Sue's from her college. Of course, dresses for them had to be arranged for. Most of the other arrangements were unaffected, the church, the minister, the reception at the country club, all were pretty much unaffected by the last minute addition of an extra bride and groom. The situation with respect to a best man, or men, was the most complex issue to be dealt with. Sally and Sue's parents took comfort in the fact that, at least that problem, wasn't their responsibility. It rested squarely in the lap of the two grooms. Frank had planned that Ernest would be his best man, But, obviously such an arrangement was now impossible. Both had to rapidly enlist friends from their respective colleges to fill the voids. \n\nThe weddings went beautifully. The two sets of twins made an impressive sight in the many photographs snapped by both by the official wedding photographer and the many friends and relatives whose flashes seemed to be going off continuously. All in all, the whole affair was an experience to behold for the families and guests alike. It goes without saying that it was also a thrill for the four principals. \n\nSally and Sue's father was particularly generous with checks presented to the two happy couples, undoubtedly relieved he would not be faced with putting on a yet another extravaganza for his second twin daughter. He had succeeded in getting two for the price of one. \n\nAmong the many presents, were two the couples exchanged with each other, were two very personal gifts which were not arrayed on the large table at the reception along with all the other offerings. If they had been, many of the guests would certainly not have understood their significance, and it would have proved too embarrassing to explain. The gifts in question were two quart jars and two bags of beans. \n\nBefore graduation, Frank had lined up a job with a large company and had begun work July 1st. As it was in the next state, his new employment hadn't afforded Sally and him many opportunities to see each other over the summer. Thus, their libidos were in high gear by the day of the ceremony, and their wedding night seemed almost in the old tradition of bride and groom coming together for the first time following the nuptials. \n\nOn the other hand, Sue and Ernest had seen a lot of each other in the three months since they met at the lake cottage. Nevertheless, being married represented a great thrill for each of them. \n\nTheir lack of money and the fact that Ernest had three years of studies ahead of him convinced them they should postpone having children. So Sue went to her family doctor and got a prescription for birth control pills. She had never used them before, always insisting that the men she was with, wear condoms. That had included Eric Richardson, a situation he, being a staunch Catholic, detested. But he had agreed, in order to be with her. Obviously, Sue's motive for insisting that her men use condoms, had been two-fold. She was intent on avoiding pregnancy and of contracting some sexually transmitted diseases. One both counts she had been successful. But she never liked condoms. And, even with his relatively short time of exposure to them, Ernest found them even more disagreeable than she did. Besides, even in his more forthright self, he was still embarrassed every time he purchased them. Sue had made it clear she wasn't going to, and that, if he wanted sex, the responsibility for providing protection was on his shoulders. Possibly, this is one way in which she tested his love for her. \n\nThough their economic situation was not a bleak as that of Ernest and Sue, Sally and Frank decided they wanted some time to themselves before having to deal with taking care of a baby. They were both aware that, once children arrive, their private lives would not be the same for many years. Maybe, in a year or so, they would begin a family; they concluded. So, Sally also went on the pill. \n\nThus the wedding night represented a special celebration for each couple. Not only were they ecstatic to be married, but the thrill of finally being able to come together without a latex barrier separating them represented a special moment for each. Though Frank and Sally had, on some occasions, joined this way without moving; their first wedding night meeting was like none they had ever experienced. The long draught they had endured had insured Frank was well stocked with the fluid men emit at their moment of ultimate joy; and Sally reveled at experiencing, for the first time, the sensation produced by the warm cascade her husband released into her. \n\nFrank had already saved some money and had a reasonably secure future with the firm. On one of the few trips Sally made to visit him over the summer, she had made inquiries and found she could begin as a substitute teacher, in October. That was a mere one week after the wedding. Frank had managed to borrow a few days from his first year's vacation so, their honeymoon was limited to a single week. To save money, they decided to spend two days in the city, staying at a nice hotel and then go to the lake cottage for the rest of the time. \n\nErnest and Sue were not quite so fortunate. Ernest had to be back in class the Monday morning following the wedding. So, their honeymoon consisted of whatever time they could spend together in the small apartment he had rented the day after Sue had agreed to become his wife. The check from her father would tide them over for a little while, but Sue would have to find work soon if they were to live on something other than love. But fortune was with them. She landed a job at the university library, which was just the sort of position she wanted. It didn't pay much, but with Ernest's small stipend, they could get by. \n\nSue even considered taking a course or two to further her chances to become a writer. While Ernest was studying in the evenings, she would read, and finally began writing. She always believed she could write romance novels based on early English life and traditions, and began work on just such a project. It was slow going, as there wasn't all that much time in the few hours she had to spare. Often about ten 'clock, Ernest would come over to her and tell her he was tired of studying. He would put his arms around her, feel her breasts and suggest bed. She knew he didn't have sleep on his mind. The shy boy, who couldn't even look at a female without turning the color of the sky at sunset, had changed drastically. He had also become a wonderful lover, one who could go for up to an hour before climaxing. Sally's description of her Frank, had certainly been matched by his twin brother. Even though they didn't have much money, Sue felt lucky indeed. \n\nSally and Frank took a small apartment about a twenty minute drive from the plant where Frank was employed. The distance to Sally's job depended on the school to which she was sent that week, or that day. Generally, however, being a medium size city, none of the schools in the system were much more than a half hour away. Her job, and its varying location meant they had to have two cars. So, as soon as they returned from their short honeymoon, Sally bought a used car with the check they had received from her father. The only unfortunate thing about both girls being married was that circumstances forced them to live in different cities, several hundred miles apart. It was bad enough during their college years when they went off to different schools. There were breaks during which they usually came home, rather then running off to some beach with the rest of the kids. Sue did skip one such break at home when she spent a wild few days with a football player she couldn't seem to get enough of at the time. One other short break, she spent with Eric Richardson at a hotel in a distant city. But during most breaks, the two sisters saw each other and kept up to date. \n\nBut now, except for a few hours at Christmas, the two girls had not seen each other. Even then, it was only a few hours because it had been planned that Sue and Ernest would spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with Ernest's and Frank's family, while Frank and Sally would go to girls' home. The following day, they would exchange. Sally and Frank arrived at Frank's parents home just before the other two were to leave, so the four were able to enjoy only a short visit. \n\nThe two twin sisters had to settle for talking on the telephone about once a week to exchange news about what each had been doing. But, the intimate descriptions of past conversations between them was absent. The combination of their conversations being on the telephone and them now being wives, seemed to put those kinds of frank discussion off limits. \n\nDuring one of their telephone conversations about ten months after the double wedding, they found that each had a little time they could take off. School would soon be out for Sally, so she was completely free for the summer. In fact she was looking for a part time job to fill in the time and bring in a little extra money. Even though Frank had borrowed from his vacation for his honeymoon, he had a few days of leave coming. Ernest had a little time between the end of the semester and the beginning of the summer session. The college library would be closed during that period, so Sue would be off as well. \n\n\"Why don't we get together at the lake, just like we did last year?\" Sally said excitedly into the telephone, the idea suddenly occurring to her. \n\n\"Why not indeed!\" Sue exclaimed. \"We could celebrate. After all it was there, this time last year, Ernie and I met. That's something to celebrate as far as I'm concerned. I hope he feels the same.\""
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"value": "Stone and Wolf (Part 5)\n\nLykes' mind was still lost in thought. Mostly about Ilisha, although he always returned to the burning question of exactly what was inside this castle.\n\nIt had become bone dry, in the air and in the soil. Crags' tongue lolled out, panting desperately. Still he pressed on with huge paws beating at the dusty earth. Lyke had become quite thirsty himself.\n\n\"Hey!\" He shouted, bending down for Crag to hear. \"How about a short stop for a drink?\" Crag slowed to a brisk walk and continued a ways before stopping completely, like he had forgotten how to stand still. Lyke hoped off. His muscles where stiff, but they had gotten better as the day wore on. Crag panted heavily and moaned in anticipation as Lyke retrieved the water from the ration bags. Lyke uncapped the large water skin and held it out to the big cats' mouth. \"Open up\" Crag spread his jaws wide, revealing his massive teeth. Lyke poured the water into the abyss that was his throat. Crag knew not to lap at the stream of water too much. To do so would be to spill and waste it. Lyke stopped and let Crag lick his lips while he took a long pull himself, his snout wrapping around the nozzle of the water skin. \"Ah... oh my. I think we needed that.\" Crag nodded with vigor. Lyke capped the skin and replaced it into its compartment. \"Alright. Let's see if we can't find that castle before sunset.\"\n\nHe was just throwing his leg over Crags' back when an unearthly screech echoed from behind. It came from deep in the trees, so at least it would seem whatever creature made the sound was not in line of sight. Lykes' ears strained to hear movement, but there was none. \"Forward. Out run the thing.\" He told Crag, and they were off at a gallop. Lyke unhitched one of the metal war spears from his back and turned to face the noise should it try to overtake them. His ears twitched as he heard the bristly undergrowth crash. The thing was following, fast. He shifted the heavy spear up in both hands. He didn't want to waste a weapon this good throwing it unless he knew he could recover it. The screech came again, and Lykes' paws griped the shaft tight. There was movement: a black and grey shape flitting in and out of the undergrowth. It was fast, faster than Crag. \"Keep pace, Crag. Whatever happens, don't speed up. It's getting closer. Ah ha! Here it comes!\" Lyke made ready to pounce on the thing, but stopped himself. Now that it was in plain sight, he could scarcely believe his eyes. This beast was a Wolf much like himself, except for two major differences. It ran on all fours, faster than any Wolf he knew of, and it wore stone armor much like the Warg he killed on the mountain. The Wolf was a male with charcoal black fur. Its jaws parted in a silent and continuous growl. It let out another scream as it got within just a few yards of them.\n\n\"Ooaahh! Kill you! Kill you both!\" Lyke was disturbed by this pitiful yet horrific sight. Its armor didn't seem to slow it at all. It wore a mask over its face that was carved to vaguely resemble a growling Wolf. An amulet much the same as the one that hung from his belt dangled about its neck. It was almost in the spears' range. Lyke braced himself with his foot-paws on Crags' back. He found he didn't have the heart to kill the thing until he knew it was beyond hope.\n\n\"Sir Wolf! You need not harm us! Whatever evil rests in your soul is not yours, I'm sure of it! Please! We can talk! I can help you!\" It jumped up and snapped at Lyke with its jaws. He used the butt of the spear to hit the side of its head and it fell back. However, it regained its ground quickly and soon it was in position again. Lyke took a deep breath. *If that's how it has to be. Forgive me tortured soul.* He struck down with the sharp blade of the spear onto the back of the things' neck. It yelped and Crag pulled ahead of it.\n\n\"Blood! Rauahh!\" It scrambled after them with unnatural speed. Lyke readied another blow.\n\n\"Don't come near! I will kill you if you persist!\"\n\n\"Die!\" It leapt up. As it did, Lyke hauled the spear into it, impaling it through the back. The thing didn't slow down. Instead it took hold of Crags' thighs with its elongated claws. Lyke was thrown backwards as Crags' momentum was abruptly halted. He hit the ground hard, and slid a few feet. Picking himself back up as quickly as he could, he put his paw on the hilt of his sword and ran forward to the two wriggling animals. Crag had stopped and was now spinning in place, trying to dislodge the Wolf from his rear. To Lykes' surprise, the thing kept its hold, even with the five and a half foot spike of iron through its middle. It looked like it was trying to say something, but all that escaped its maw was gargling sounds and a trickle of blood.\n\n\"Crag! Stand still for just a second! Give me a shot at him!\" Crag did as he was told. Lyke came up behind the creature and was about to bring his sword down on it when he again saw the amulet about its neck. He swung down and cut the leather strap around the amulet and it fell to the earth. The thing stopped struggling and collapsed, following the stones' decent. Crag had suffered only a minor wound. Seeing this, Lyke turned his gaze to the thrashing ball of stone and fur. It seemed to no longer be able to endure the damage done to its body. It kicked at Lykes' legs weakly, pausing briefly to vomit blood over the dusty ground. Squishing noises came from the wound as it's paws clutched at the spear. Lyke pointed his sword to its throat. \"Nod if your rage has subsided. I'll ease your departure if you answer my questions.\" His sword was batted to the side as the thing let out a final, deep-throated roar. It rose up to a sitting position and screamed until its lungs had no more air. Then a wash of blood issued from its mouth and it fell into the puddle it had made face first.\n\nAfter a moment of silence, Lyke knelt beside the corpse. \"In peace, brother. Let whatever evil that infested you in life, leave you in death.\" He kissed his paw and passed it over its head. Then, using the point of his sword, he cracked, and pried off the things' mask. The stone fell away and the face of a Wolf greeted him. Its eyes had been gouged out, but otherwise, it was perfectly normal. Possibly even serene with the expression of calm it held on its... his face. Crag came up beside Lyke and nuzzled his shoulder, for he knew Lyke was grieving for a fallen brother. \"Thanks, Crag. This was unnecessary. It's these damned amulets I bet!\" He reached over and snatched up the fallen amulet, holding it and the Wargs' amulet up to examine them together. They were about the same size, but the greenish stone the where both cut from was slightly different in shade. The Wolfs' amulet was darker, but the markings, as far as he could tell, where the same. A thought came over him; more of an impulse than anything else. He dropped the Wolfs' stone and made to put the Wargs' around his neck. Crag growled loudly and put a heavy paw on his. Lyke smiled. \"I know. It's crazy... Tell you what...\" He leaned in close to Crags' mouth and wrapped one loop of leather around his left Sabre. \"Now I'm going to put this on. I want you to pull it off me in five seconds regardless of the results. Got it?\" Crag nodded. \"Alright\" He braced himself. \"Now!\" His paws tied the strap behind him and he let the stone fall about his neck. A shiver went through his body, but it wasn't cold, it was warm... Hot even. It was blazing hot now. He suddenly felt very angry. He wasn't sure what he was angry at, but he was certain it had to be destroyed. Images of blood and death plagued his mind. He loved them. He wanted more, and more came. He saw himself tearing out the throats of Wolves. He found he was tied to the sabre of a tiger. That was bad. That cat should die! Just as he took up his sword to strike, Crag jumped back, pulling the amulet off Lykes' head. Lyke stood straight up, holding his sword aloft. \"I'll kill you! Kill... Oh...\" He swooned on the spot, dizzy. \"Moon... that felt odd.\" He felt his forehead to find he was burning hot. He saw Crag a few yards away, the amulet hanging of his sabre. \"Good boy, Crag. Thank you. I was foolish to try it, but I think we learned something about it.\" He knelt back down. \"Here, give it back now. I won't do it again, I promise.\" With a slight hesitation, Crag approached. Lyke took both the amulets and tied them to his belt once more. He replaced his sword at his side, and then his gaze returned to the corpse. \"Well, can't waste a good spear. Sorry brother, but you don't need your body anymore. You don't mind if I just...\" With a sickening pull of suction, Lyke removed the shaft from the body. It was soaking wet with blood and other, less pleasant bodily fluids, not all of which was red. Lyke have it a flick, but there was no good way to get it all off. \"Damn.\" He said standing once again. \"I would hate to use my sword cloth on this... I guess we could let it drip dry.\"\n\nHe noticed Crag was looking off to the right, which was the direction they had been running in. Lyke looked there as well. Thought the stunted trees, he could see a rocky cliff edge. The land stretched into the distance in a near featureless plain. Lyke saw there was a large grey shape through the trees. *Could that be?!* \"Come on, Crag! I think we're there!\" Lyke ran on foot toward the cliff, dragging the spear behind him. Crag followed at his side. His face lighted with relief as he broke through the trees. A gargantuan castle loomed monstrously tall against the pale sky and paler earth. It's walls where thick, and it had many layered battlements. The main building itself arched upward like a chapel. A single tower shot from it, scraping the sky. Crag let out a roar of triumph. Inspired by the animals' joy, Lyke threw his head back and howled a long, mournful call that Wolves use to find others. There was joy in his howl, but there was also a longing for Ilisha. He let the sound echo over the distant cliff sides, almost expecting Ilisha to call back to him. *Why shouldn't she? If she's alright, there's no reason she wouldn't return my call.* There was no answer. *Either she is deep in the castle so she can't hear, she is hurt or incapacitated in some way, or... she doesn't want to call back.* With those possibilities in mind, he turned to Crag. \"Let's find a way down into the plains. You go that way, and I'll go this way. Call out if you find anything.\" Lyke took the left hand side. The cliff edge went for quite a ways. The forest went nearly up to the edge. This whole plain was a bowl in the earth. Cliffs encircled it on all sides that Lyke could see. Sometimes it would rise into a higher, more mountainous panicle of rock making travel directly around the edge impossible. He walked at a brisk pace among the stones, looking down the fifty foot drop to the plains floor. There didn't seem to be a safe way to get down these rocks. Lyke thought he might be able to make it, but Crag would surely fall and hurt himself. Just then he heard Crags' roar again form the right. Lyke looked up to see him half way down the cliff, stepping carefully on a series of rounded rocks. Once he ran over to the spot, Lyke could not help but notice more horse tracks in the dry earth near the edge. Just one set of tracks. *It must be Ara.* Lyke followed Crags' lead down the cliff, taking a path seemingly carved into the side of the rock. It was specially made to be hidden when looking at it from above. It was most likely carved by the ancients who built the castle.\n\nCrag waited for him at the bottom, but as soon as Lykes' foot-paws touched the brittle grasses of the plain, Crag bounded ahead. Lyke couldn't blame him. The grass felt nice under-paw. \"Save your strength! We don't know what evil lurks here! You saw that twisted Wolf! Something caused that, and I have little curiosity as to what. All I need is Ilisha and we're gone. So, let's stay focused, yes?\" Crag was a bit disappointed, but fell into step obediently beside his master as they crossed the plain to the castle gates. The great stone structure was even more impressive from this angle. Lyke was suddenly glad he had chosen to rest and eat before this time. These would be no opportunity to do so again until he left. His muscles had recovered for the most part. He was ready for whatever ancient terrors awaited him. He looked over at the two bloody marks on Crags' hind quarters. \"Does that hurt?\" Crag shook his head. \"Looks like the bleeding stopped shortly afterwards. Good thing. I can't patch any wounds up right now... Speaking of wounds...\" He noticed he still held the spear. The blood had mostly coagulated. He bent down and scraped some of it off on the grass before returning it to its strap. The breeze picked up. It was colder than the wind in the Racalli Mountains.\n\nHe clutched his arms into himself and wished he had thought to bring clothing. His leather straps didn't provide much warmth. With his head bent to the wind, he saw more horse tracks on the ground. The hoofs had cut deep into the earth like it was carrying a heavy load and running. \"half a moment...\" Lyke crouched next to the prints. Crag stopped and looked on as he poked at the earth. \"These prints are much more recent than the ones at the cliff edge. But they lead toward the castle... So she didn't leave... but Ara was out here with a heavy load, or at least running fast...\" His gaze shifted up and followed the tracks with his eyes right up to the gates. His heart stopped as he saw a large black shape standing in the archway. Crag began to growl. Apparently it had only just appeared there, or Crag would have seen it. The shape started moving toward them, fast. It was a horse. \"Ara!\" Lyke called and waved his paw in the air. He put two claws in his mouth and whistled. His paw froze dead in the air and a shot of adrenaline was pumped onto his tongue. This black horse wore stone armor, spiked, with a mask closely resembling a whinnying horses' face. This horse did not slow its charge."
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"value": "### Title: Punishment Game: Pilot *EDIT* by Am bi go us\n\n### Tags: Bad Language, Bisexual, Bunny, Captivity, Catgirl, Lesbian, M/M/F, Multiple, Plot Development, Teenagers, Young Love\n\n### Characters\n\n**Exim**: The protagonist, a 19-year-old anthro rabbit with a cynical outlook on life. He is poor, resentful, and stuck in a humiliating summer job advertising for an ice cream parlor.\n\n**The Tigress**: A wealthy and mysterious anthro white tiger who drives a limo and proposes a bet to Exim. She is later revealed to be the mastermind behind the \"punishment game.\"\n\n**Mary**: A captive feline girl who is forced into a compromising situation as part of the punishment game. She is initially terrified and later enraged by her ordeal.\n\n**The Bull**: A muscular and intimidating anthro bull who serves as one of the Tigress's enforcers in the punishment game.\n\n**Osirus**: A male lion who is one of the participants in the punishment game. He is paired with Jackie, a female dog.\n\n**Jackie**: A female anthro dog who is Osirus's partner in the punishment game. She seems to enjoy the experience despite the circumstances.\n\n**Zack**: An anthro elephant boy who is another participant in the punishment game. He is paired with Cleo, a doe.\n\n**Cleo**: An anthro doe who is Zack's partner in the punishment game. She admits to being a sex addict and seems unbothered by the situation.\n\n**Brian**: An anthro fox boy who is a participant in the punishment game. He is paired with Gabriel, a gecko.\n\n**Gabriel**: An anthro gecko who is Brian's partner in the punishment game. He is initially uncomfortable with the situation but later takes control.\n\n**Terri and Terra**: Twin anthro bear girls who are participants in the punishment game. They are engaged in a consensual and enthusiastic romantic encounter with each other.\n\n### Plot\n\nExim, a disgruntled 19-year-old anthro rabbit, is stuck in a humiliating summer job advertising for an ice cream parlor. One day, a wealthy anthro white tiger in a limo proposes a bet to Exim: if she likes the ice cream, she'll give him a million dollars, but if she doesn't, he must play her \"punishment game.\" Exim, believing he'll never see her again, agrees.\n\nLater that night, Exim is abducted and wakes up in a strange room, shackled to a bed. He soon realizes he's been forced into the punishment game, where disobedience is met with swift and painful consequences. He is led to a room where a burly anthro bull has a captive feline girl, Mary, bent over a table. The Tigress, appearing on a screen, explains that Exim must punish Mary for stealing. Despite his reluctance, Exim is forced to comply to avoid being punished himself.\n\nMeanwhile, other participants in the punishment game are revealed, each facing their own twisted challenges. After Exim and Mary complete their task, they are introduced to the other players: Osirus and Jackie, Zack and Cleo, Brian and Gabriel, and the twin bear girls Terri and Terra. As they all come together, they realize they are part of a larger, more sinister game orchestrated by the Tigress. The nature of their ordeal is yet to be fully revealed, but they are united in their shared experience of being forced into compromising situations. Despite their initial reluctance, they must navigate this twisted game to regain their freedom."
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"value": "This is a mixed work of fiction and actual events; you should be able to tell what's real and what's not. None of the characters names relate to real people, only names I made up and all events are up to your speculation as to their validity or not, don't read unless your over 18 and have an open mind.\n\nEdited\n\nChapter one: Frozen Crack\n\nthe day was hot and humid, like any other stinking day in June. God seemed to hate the world on June; it was so hot that the fatter people of the planet were melted to the couch in their air conditioned homes. Meanwhile a boy who was just of age to understand why June sucked so much, fresh out of school so no summer vacation, A humiliating job that required him to bask in the heart threatening heat, and a general hate for the entire world that drove him to be very bad at his humiliating job.\n\nA brown rabbit of nineteen years stood holding a sign over his scrawny body, white hair falling over his eyes hiding their piercing glare as customers drove by and laughed, honking their horns really loudly. \"I Fucking Hate You All\" The boy was named Exim and he was employed at his first summer job. Advertising for an ice cream parlor, his duties included sitting in the blistering sun, waving to cars like an idiot, and creating sales pitches for subpar frozen treats. Exim just shook his head and flipped off a couple of teenagers he knew as they drove by in a red Corvette laughing their heads and fake breasts off. \"I wish I was pampered and privileged\" Exim sighed, he was also woefully poor, his family not a strong believer in birth control just seemed to grow every nine or ten months. It was for this reason he was forced to sit out in the humiliating sun.\n\n\"Dad I want to get a car\" Exim asked softly as his father watched sports with his brothers. It was the Last day of school and Exim couldn't wait to graduate, no more having to go to a school of rich kids just to be reminded of how poor his family was, no more references about the smuttiness of his own mother, and best of all no more half assed idiots reading from a text book and grading you based on some split level expectation scale.\n\nBack to where Exim currently was, he was getting ready to quit, there were other ways to make money, mainly stealing it. Just then a long black limo pulled up, the window rolled down, inside was a white tiger woman with a necklace that looked more expensive than Exims entire house. \"Is that really the best ice cream around?\" The tigress asked and lowered her shades looking at Exim with a lick.\n\n\"Yeah, bar none\" Exim lied, he wouldn't even eat the free samples he got, he'd rather die of heat stroke.\n\n\"Would you be willing to make a bet with me then, if I like your ice cream I'll come back and give you... oh a million dollars, but if I don't and you're lying to me you have to play the punishment game with me, okay?\" The Tigress smiled as she spoke, bearing a row of pearly white fangs.\n\nExim nearly jumped hearing the sum of the money, but then remembered the grade of the ice cream, and what exactly did she mean punishment game, wasn't that the game little kids played and spanked each other... whatever he'd never see her again so there was no harm, besides she was probably fucking with him like all the others.\n\n\"Sure yeah, it's so good you'll cum in your pants and cry to the lord god almighty that THIS ice cream is the best food, no, the best substance ever created that rivals the addictiveness of hard crack\" Exim tried to keep from laughing, though the tigress didn't laugh she just continued to smile.\n\n\"Okay then that's our deal, driver to the Fudgy Horse.\" With that the black limo pulled away heading down the road to where the Ice cream that was like crack was housed. \"I can't wait to start our game, Bunny boy\" The tigress laughed and kicked in front of her the sound of a muffled yelp came from a Dalmatian boy that was wearing a black latex bondage suit, a vibrator crammed up his ass and a clamp placed on his swelled cock to keep him from climaxing, tears of pain and suffering whetted the mask that was fixed to a collar around his neck the loud buzz of the dildo undulating inside his anus drowning out his whimpers of pain. \"I love the punishment game\" The Tigress laughed and flicked her finger, turning the pup's ass probe up to 11.\n\nExim waited all day for the Tigress but as he imagined she was a no show. With a heavy sigh he watched the sun fall beneath the skyline and the world turn dark, now just him and no cars sitting out on an empty road. \"Quitting time\" Exim groaned as he got up, his legs felt like jelly, hobbling back to the Fudgy Horse he hung up his sign and locked the store up, throwing away the 'pay' the manager left for him, some off the shelf chocolate affair with rainbow sprinkles.\n\nExim finished his duties and locked the door walking outside and heading home. Though unknown to him a car was following him with the lights off. As Exim walked he received a funny feeling of danger, his ears twitching softly, Exim turned around and saw nothing, then went to continue home. Though this time when he faced north he was greeted by a large fist to his face knocking him clean off his feet and clear out of consciousness. Exim landed with a thud, and the attacker grunted picking the sleek boy up and throwing him into the car that was tailing him, inside the Tigress from before sat petting the head of the now knocked out Dalmatian whose vibrator was turned off so he could sleep. \"Let the Games Begin\"\n\nChapter Two: Mettle and Head\n\nExim groaned getting up and holding his eye. \"What the fuck hit me?\" Exim looked around to see he was not in the street that he was walking before, no now he was inside what looked like a bedroom. Going to move he found that he was shackled to the bedposts with strange electronic handcuffs. \"Huh... I think I saw an internet movie about this once... best twenty bucks I ever spent\" Exim rattled the cuff but there was no response. A clock in the corner chimed scaring the crap out of Exim who then pulled himself free of the bed his cuff disarming and falling to the ground. \"Well curious and more curious\" Exim muttered and walked to the only door in the room.\n\nExim pushed the door open and hit a trip wire, a recorded message playing through speakers strung about the hallway. \"Welcome Players, you have all been forcibly made to play the punishment game, no one is in mortal danger, no not at all but your very lives hang in the balance of you winning this game, lose and the consequences are very real\" The voice laughed and a string of lights illuminated a path before Exim. \"Come this way if you want to be free again\"\n\n\"Fucking right\" Exim turned his head and went to walk away but received a shock that sent him convulsing to the floor. \"THE FUCK\" Exim reached up to find a collar around his neck, the collar was light but dense, so there was no chance of just ripping it off, it wasn't metal or anything like that, really he didn't even notice the material against his neck fur until it shocked him.\n\n\"Any of those who refused to participate just now received their first punishment, I am not joking around, disobedience must be dealt with swiftly and forcibly.. have fun\" The voice flickered and the empty tape played Exim adjusted himself and stood up with a heavy sigh.\n\n\"Into the psycho killer's trap I go, I wonder if I'll get a news spot or just some lousy obituary\" Exim walked down the hall until he came to a door, on it was a note that simply said, \"Is Mettle Stronger Than Hard Wood?\" The note made no sense but Exim pocketed it anyway, pushing the door open to find a dark room with just a spotlight on a table.\n\nExim walked in and felt the door slam shut behind him. The sounds of heavy foot steps coming from behind him as a burly bull man in a black mask dragged an unconscious feline girl to the table. Bending her over it and spreading her legs apart he tied her hands and tail behind her back, then put a bar between her feet, fastening it with cuffs. The girl was blindfolded but that didn't seem to make sense since she was out like a lamp. \"Hmm\" The bull looked at Exim and smiled walking over and grabbing Exim by the head forcing him to his knees he placed Exims face into his crotch rubbing it over his captives face and laughing stupidly at how good his fur felt.\n\nThe bull let out a yelp of pain and stopped proceeding to the shut door and waiting patiently. \"God damn it this is fucking WEIRD\" Exim cursed spitting at the taste of bull dick, not exactly his favorite dish. It was then that the captor became very clear; a white tigress dressed in black latex dominatrix gear appeared on a screen, sitting very ladylike and holding a whip.\n\n\"Welcome Bunny boy, I took your bet and you lost, now you're going to have to play my game or end up as my payment for our bet, yes I'd say you equal a million dollars, with that cute hair and that delicious hatred for the world, oh my you're a cute little thing\" The tigress laughed and then glared down at Exim. \"See that Bull dear, he's a very horny, very strong pet of mine, your task in this part of the Punishment game is to Punish someone else to see how good it feels, that girl in front of you with her ass spread out shamefully is a worker of mine, who has been stealing from my own two hands, I want you Bunny boy to teach her what happens to naughty employee's who steal on the clock, you'll notice there is nothing in there but you and the girl... and the horny gay bull so you'll figure out what I want you to do soon enough.\" The video cut off and the bull began to chuckle.\n\n\"Oh... kay\" Exim sighed and walked over to the bound girl jumping back as she awoke with a startle. \"Um okay, be calm you're kind of... bare naked strapped over a table with your vagina showing, very nice by the way\" Exim sighed there was no proper way to tell her that.\n\n\"EH WHAT\" The feline girl struggled but only waved her ass around a bit making Exim stiffen up and his hands twitch, being a rabbit and all he had natural urges he needed to fight himself.\n\n\"Um yeah, so do you know why you're here?\" Exim asked trying to look away.\n\n\"NO LET ME GO PLEASE I'M SORRY I WON'T DO WHATEVER I DID AGAIN MYSTERY MAN!\" The feline cried and mewled in terror making Exim sweat profusely, she though he was her captor.\n\n\"No no it's not like that I mean I'm not the one who put you here, I'm a captive too\" Exim tried to explain but all the girl did was sob and mew out in cries of help.\n\n\"This taking too long, time up fuck her or get ready for some real fun\" The bull snorted and pulled his cock out holding it and stroking it softly, pointing the head towards Exim he began to charge at the poor bunny.\n\n\"Uh oh that's not good, hey listen I'm really sorry but would you mind terribly if I fucked you... I mean it's not like I want to or anything but um... well you know the term, a gun to your head, this is kind of like that except it's not a gun, it's not my head, but it is big and will probably hurt me a lot.. so sorry\" Exim lunged forward just missing the ramming head of the bull dick and slammed into the kitty making her scream out as she felt a hard cock poke her in the ass\n\n\"WHAT NO DON'T PLEASE I WANT MY FIRST TO BE WITH SOMEONE I LOVE!\" The kitty sobbed and flinched trying to curl up in defense but the bonds were too strong, feeling a pair of warm hands wrap around her waist and a fat object poke against her anal ring she let out a trembling cry and bit her lip. Exim moved slowly into her anus sliding his cock into her warm wet depths and stopping. \"What's wrong, you got what you wanted didn't you... go on... just FUCK ME!\" The kitty screamed out, now in a mix of anger and shame.\n\n\"Would you shut up it's not like I have a choice!\" Exim groaned, the girl was tight, it was nice the feel of a nice female anus. \"Besides even if I was your captor I'm in your ass not your vagina, so JUST PLAY ALONG OR WE'LL BOTH BE FUCKED ONLY I DO NOT HAVE A VAGINA SO GUESS WHAT HOLE HE'LL PICK!\" Exim pushed further in feeling her insides coil around him and squeeze his erect head.\n\nMonitors flickered with the various actions of the players. Some went right to fucking their captive partners. Others were punished for their indecision.\n\nAn otter boy squealed out as he was grabbed, the masculine elk pinning him to the ground and spreading his legs out, it was over. The otter held his breath and felt a sharp pain in his ass, twirling around so he was on his belly the elk chuckled and pushed forward sinking his large dick into the little otter's ass. The otter struggled and whimpered in pain and sorrow, feeling a large dick inside his ass for the first time; he almost was dragged along with the fluid motions. The elk held the otter down and began to pump slowly and smoothly. He continued until he felt the otter's insides coil around him.\n\nThe elk picked him up and carried him while still impaled on his cock over to his captive partner skewering the both of them now, using his dick to puppet the otter's into the mare's open cooch he began to power thrust, making the otter scream in a mixture of perverted agony, and the mare whine in moans of pain and violation. It wasn't long until the mare nickered out a scream and came against the otter that in response squealed and blew his load into the mare's pussy. The Elk however had much more stamina and continued on until he was satisfied.\n\n\"I can't hold... on\" Exim gasped his grip tightening as he watched the bull whack off at the site, how sick. Exim groaned and his cock stiffened, a shot of cum spraying inside the kitty's anus making it slick and slippery. Exim gasped and panted as did the kitty; though his were one's of relief and hers were of shame and embarrassment.\n\nThe bull walked over to the wall and pressed a button, the wall in front of Exim and the kitty rising slowly, revealing four other pairs of players, a male lion inside a female dog, a female doe giving an elephant boy head, A gecko lad taking it up the ass from a fox boy, and finally two bear girls tonguing and fingering each other happily.\n\n\"Wow\" Exim blinked as everyone came into view of each other, and then just then it hit him, how grand this punishment game was designed. Pulling out of kitty he heard her bonds click and then her slump to the ground holding her anus as it dribbled out his cum, making her blush a hot pink and sob tears of shame.\n\n\"Hey... we did what we have to do, I'm... Exim if you can ever forgive me, I mean... OOF!\" Exim dropped to the ground and held his nuts as Kitty hit him square in with an upper cut to the testicles, a one hit KO.\n\n\"My name is Mary and you're a FUCKING BASTARD!\" Mary hissed and stomped on Exim while he covered his berries with his hands. \"DAMN YOU I HATE YOU DAMN YOU I HATE YOU WHEN WE GET FREE I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!\" Mary snarled and was stopped by the male lion that had finished with his bitch.\n\n\"By the look of things lass ya already sent him to the river Styx\" The lion laughed as Exim just lay there in agony, holding his bruised nut sack. \"Name is Osirus, and that fine piece of pink meat is Jackie\" The lion laughed not seeming to see anything wrong with what he did to the poor Labradorean girl, though she didn't seem to mind at all, in fact she seemed to be in bliss.\n\n\"I'm Zack\" The elephant boy trumpeted as he shot his wad over the doe that just giggled and licked her chin. The Elephant boy panted and fell onto his back looking at the sky as the Doe walked over and examined the other pairs.\n\n\"My name is Cleo and I'm a sex addict, hello\" Cleo smiled as she spoke, cum dripping from her cheek which made Exim and Mary just kind of laugh.\n\n\"DAMN IT BRIAN THAT'S TOO ROUGH!\" The Gecko yelped and the fox stopped.\n\n\"Sorry Gabriel your ass is just so soft!\" The fox boy giggled and in turn was thrust upon his back and ridden like a mechanical bull, which made Brian moan in pleasure.\n\nThat just left the two lesbian ursine, who were too caught up in their romp to notice anything, but the names on their collars were enough to tell \"Terri and Terra\" The two looked identical so they were obviously twin lesbian incest masters.\n\nnow all the players were together, though what else awaited them was only to be known by the game mistress the white tigress only known as Ma'am\n\nHope you liked it, if not I don't care, comment if you want to"
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"value": "### Title: Just Like A Fairy Tale (Part 2 of 2) by WhiteClaw\n\n### Tags: Human, M/M, Masturbation, Plot Development, Romance, Story Series, Wolf\n\n### Characters\n\n**Mike**: A college student who is the central character of the story. He is initially confused and upset about an incident with his roommate Jeffery, which leads him to seek comfort and advice from his friend Tracy. Mike is introspective and struggles with his feelings and identity throughout the story.\n\n**Jeffery**: Mike's roommate and an anthro wolf. Jeffery is emotionally vulnerable and deeply affected by Mike's reaction to his romantic advances. He is portrayed as strong yet sensitive, and his actions are driven by his feelings for Mike.\n\n**Tracy**: A close friend of Mike and Jeffery. She is perceptive, supportive, and open-minded. Tracy plays a crucial role in helping Mike understand his feelings and the dynamics of his relationship with Jeffery. She is also instrumental in bringing Mike and Jeffery closer together.\n\n### Plot\n\nMike, a college student, finds himself in turmoil after an unexpected romantic encounter with his roommate Jeffery, an anthro wolf. Confused and upset, Mike seeks refuge with his friend Tracy, who helps him process his feelings. Through a series of conversations, Tracy guides Mike to realize that his strong reaction to Jeffery's kiss might stem from his own suppressed feelings for Jeffery.\n\nMeanwhile, Jeffery, hurt by Mike's initial rejection, decides to leave their shared dorm. Mike, realizing his mistake, chases after Jeffery in an attempt to apologize. The chase ends tragically when Mike is hit by a car and severely injured. Jeffery, devastated by the accident, stays by Mike's side as he recovers in the hospital.\n\nDuring Mike's recovery, the two roommates reconcile, and Mike admits his feelings for Jeffery. Their relationship deepens, and they decide to stay together, supporting each other through the challenges they face. The story concludes with a glimpse into their future, showing them living happily together, with a deeper understanding and acceptance of their feelings for each other."
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"value": "Wolves 1: Just Like A Fairy Tale\n\nBy WhiteClaw\n\nMike stood outside Tracy's door, dripping wet. The coat had offered little protection from the storm outside, and even now a pool of water was forming at his feet.\n\n\"My God, Mike, what happened to you?\" Tracy said, opening the door all the way now and ushering him in. She took off his coat and walked over to the bathroom where she hung it on the shower rod to dry. She then pulled several towels out of the drawers and handed a few to Mike while she placed the others on the floor where Mike's wet footprints had soaked the carpet.\n\n\"Sorry,\" Mike said, kicking his shoes off.\n\nTracy picked them both up and put them in the bathroom with the coat. She grabbed a few more towels and spread them over a chair. \"Here,\" she said. \"Sit down, and tell me why you're soaking wet.\"\n\nMike shuffled over to the chair, one of the towels wrapped around his neck to catch water from his still dripping hair. Tracy settled down on the edge of the bed and waited.\n\n\"It's sort of a long story,\" Mike said, using the towel to dry his ears and face.\n\n\"Well you must have really wanted to tell me or you wouldn't have come by this late,\" she said with a smirk.\n\n\"Not really,\" he said, now using the towel to dry his hair. \"I--I just didn't want to go back to my room.\"\n\nTracy frowned. \"Why not?\" she asked, but Mike just stared at his feet and said nothing. \"Did you have Jeffery have a fight ?\" she asked.\n\nMike flinched. \"Something like that,\" he mumbled.\n\n\"Odd time to have a fight. In the middle of the night, I mean.\"\n\n\"Actually it only happened about half an hour ago. That's how long it took me to get here in the rain.\"\n\nTracy glanced at the clock on her nightstand. It was almost ten-thirty. \"But half an hour ago we were all up at the mall.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I know,\" Mike said. \"It was right after you guys left.\" He took a deep breath and started to say something else when he suddenly looked up and glanced around the room. \"Where's Connie?\" he asked.\n\n\"She had a last minute thing come up and now she's spending the night with a friend of hers that lives in town.\"\n\n\"Ah,\" Mike said, biting his lip and once again staring at his feet.\n\n\"Did you want to talk to her?\" Tracy asked.\n\n\"No,\" Mike said a bit too suddenly. \"No, that's alright. I just...I just didn't want, um--\"\n\n\"You didn't want her to overhear,\" Tracy finished for him.\n\n\"Yeah,\" he said\n\n\"Well she's not here, so you can tell me whatever you want.\"\n\nMike still seemed a bit unsure. \"If I tell you--\"\n\nTracy cut him off again. \"Please, Mike. I live with the biggest gossip on campus. I don't need to be told that I shouldn't let her in on this.\"\n\nMike gave a weak smile at that. The silence settled over them again, but this time it was expectant and Mike knew he would eventually have to say something.\n\n\"After you left...after both of you left,\" Mike started, \"Jeffery showed up at the mall.\"\n\nTracy frowned, again. \"But I thought the mall closed at ten.\"\n\n\"It does. He wanted to see me about something.\"\n\n\"Okay.\" Mike had suddenly clammed up again and Tracy felt the need to prod him so he would continue. \"Well, what did he want to see you about?\"\n\nMike folded his arms together and rubbed his elbows with his hands as if he were suddenly cold. \"Well, earlier, we had had a sort of accident. I mean...I accidentally took his coat instead of mine. So he came by and gave me back my coat.\" He lifted his head to glance at Tracy's face before returning his gaze to the floor and adding, \"While I was in the bathroom.\"\n\nNow Tracy was really confused. \"Um, okay.\"\n\n\"I was in the bathroom,\" Mike repeated, this time with a bit more emphasis.\n\n\"Um, okay, so you were...\" Tracy trailed off, not sure what Mike wanted her to say here.\n\n\"I was washing my hands,\" he supplied.\n\n\"Oh,\" she said. \"So, what, he came in and gave you back your coat while you were washing your hands?\"\n\n\"It was...yeah, something like that,\" Mike mumbled.\n\nTracy slowly slid off the bed and sat on her knees next to the chair Mike was sitting in. Calmly she reached over and grabbed both his hands. \"Mike, look I know there's something else you want to tell me here, but you keep hovering around it like you're afraid to say it. But if you're going to tell me, don't you think you should just do it and get it over with,\" she pleaded. She smiled warmly. \"That way we can talk about what's really bothering you.\"\n\nMike sighed then took a deep breath. \"When we were in the bathroom,\" he started, \"I took off his coat and laid it on the sink counter,\" he said. Tracy nodded, encouraging him to keep going. \"He came up behind me. I guess he was going to hand me back my coat, but when I turned around he dropped it.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Tracy said, nodding for him to continue.\n\nMike's face grew pained, like he didn't want to go past this point. \"He was right behind me,\" he repeated. \"Really close. And when I turned around, he was...he was right there...and he dropped it.\" Mike's voice was getting softer now, like he was running out of steam. \"And instead he grabbed my arm and...and pulled me closer...to him.\" There were tears streaming down his face now.\n\n\"Mike?\" Tracy said, concerned.\n\n\"He kissed me,\" Mike said.. \"Jeffery kissed me. And he...he...\"\n\nTracy was shocked, not by just the news, but by the fact that Mike was actually shaking. \"Mike, are you sure? Maybe he just bumped into you.\"\n\nMike shook his head. \"No he kissed me. He used his--\" Mike's voice shook too hard for him to finish the sentence. \"He put his arms around me and he...he...\" Mike was sobbing now. His entire body was convulsing as he tried to say more but the words came out as choked off gasps.\n\n\"Mike,\" Tracy said, her voice shaking too now. \"Did he do something else? Did he hurt you?\"\n\nMike began to settle down and stared at her confused for a moment. \"No,\" he said at last. \"But...\" Mike sniffed and tried to wipe the tears from his face. \"I think...I pushed him off me after that. He...he said he was sorry. That he hadn't meant to do it. Or something like that. But I...\"\n\nMike looked up at Tracy and beneath the tears streaks on his face, she could see him go red with shame. \"But I didn't listen to him. I just yelled at him instead.\"\n\n\"Oh, Mike,\" she said, putting her hand to her mouth. \"You didn't...?\"\n\n\"I don't know. I don't really remember what I said,\" he replied bitterly. \"Just that I hurt him that he was crying when he left.\"\n\nTracy scooted back on the floor and leaned against the side of the bed. \"Mike?\" she said curiously. \"Why'd you yell at him? I mean, was it really all that bad?\"\n\nMike stared at her like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. \"You're kidding, right?\"\n\n\"Mike, I've known you for a while,\" Tracy said, a thoughtful expression on her face. \"And you've always seemed like an open-minded guy to me. I mean, you've lived with Jeffery now for most of the semester and you've never once complained about it. And then there was the guy today at the McDonalds. He was an otter and you were fine with that, too.\"\n\n\"Tracy, that's not the same thing,\" Mike said reasonably. \"I don't have a problem with people who aren't human. That's not even what we're talking about.\"\n\n\"Yes, I know,\" she said, getting up. She walked over to Mike and leaned down next to him so she was level with his face. \"Let me let you in on something though, Mike,\" she whispered, her voice just as quiet as it had been back at the mall.\n\nMike leaned forward, expecting her to tell him something, when she suddenly leaned in even closer and kissed him on the cheek. Mike started and pulled back in shock. \"What the hell are you doing?\" he said.\n\n\"Proving a point,\" she said with a smile, walking back over to the bed and sitting down. \"Now, how do you feel?\"\n\n\"Like I've got a sign on me that says, 'Kiss Me And Screw With My Mind,'\" he said bitterly.\n\nTracy laughed. \"No silly, I mean about the kiss. Did it bother you?\"\n\nMike frowned. \"Well I mean, a little. It was kinda weird. I mean, you've never acted like you liked me before so I'm sorta surprised by it.\"\n\n\"Hmm, okay well then here's a better question. Compare how you feel now to how you felt when Jeffery kissed you. Did it feel the same.\"\n\n\"Well no, of course not. Jeffery's a guy.\"\n\n\"So you're not bothered that he kissed you just because he's your friend?\"\n\n\"Well no. I mean, yeah, a little I guess. I suppose I feel a little...I don't know.\"\n\n\"But I'm your friend and you're not yelling and screaming at me.\"\n\nSome of Mike's usual flair came back and he gave her a crooked grin. \"Just wait,\" he said. \"Besides, that was on the cheek. Jeffery kissed me on the lips.\" Tracy wiggled her eyebrows and puckered up her lips. \"That's not funny,\" Mike said.\n\nTracy let out another laugh. \"Don't worry, I'm not going to do it again. But what I'm trying to get at is what's the difference between what I just did and what Jeffery did? Or rather, what's the difference in terms of how it made you feel?\"\n\nMike shrugged. \"I don't know. I'm kinda lost here.\"\n\n\"You reacted much stronger to when Jeffery kissed you, though.\"\n\n\"Well yeah, but like I said, he's a guy.\"\n\n\"What's the difference. A kiss is a kiss, isn't it.\"\n\n\"No, of course not. It feels different.\"\n\n\"So you're saying that a kiss from a guy feels different? But why? Is it because you don't feel anything towards him? Because you're not attracted to him?\"\n\n\"Well yeah I guess.\"\n\n\"But at the same time, you're not attracted to me are you?\" Mike started to stumble out an answer but Tracy cut him off. \"Mike, this isn't about my ego,\" she said rolling her eyes. \"I'm a big girl. You can tell me the truth. Just answer honestly. Did you feel anything when I kissed you?\"\n\n\"Well no,\" he said, \"but Tracy, you're my friend,\" he added hastily. \"It'd...It'd just be wrong.\"\n\n\"Hmm,\" Tracy said and nodded to herself. She spent the next several minutes in thought before she finally spoke again. \"Well Mike, if you want my opinion,\" she said, pausing to make sure that Mike was giving her his full attention, \"I think the reason you had a bigger problem with Jeffery kissing you than with me, is because you like him.\"\n\nMike huffed defensively. \"Tracy, that doesn't make sense!\"\n\n\"Sure it does,\" she said reasonably. \"Oh, c'mon, Mike. Look, when was your last girlfriend? Like maybe back in high school? I don't know how things were back then, but I know how things are now, and you haven't acted the least bit interested in finding a girlfriend since I've known you.\"\n\n\"Look, I don't have time,\" Mike said seriously. \"I've got--\"\n\nTracy finished the sentence for him. \"Studies, work, hobbies, blah, blah, blah. Look, I've heard it all before. But you could have made time for someone. I know you could. And you can say you're just waiting for the right person to come along, and that much I believe is true. But quite frankly, I think the right person for you is a guy, not a girl.\"\n\n\"You think I'm in love with Jeffery?\" Mike said appalled.\n\n\"Hey, you tell me,\" Tracy said with a shrug. \"You two have always been pretty close, though you may not realize it. You've lived with him for a while now. You both like a lot of the same stuff, even though you have your individual tastes. But hey, they say opposites attract. You've got all the right reasons to like him.\" She waited for Mike to say something but he just stared blankly at her.\n\n\"Look I'm not saying I know for sure, but answer me this: Did you like it when he kissed you? Even if it was just for a moment, did you like it?\" Mike didn't answer. \"Well?\"\n\nMike still didn't answer. Instead he said in a sullen voice, \"So you want me and Jeffery to go out? Is that what you're saying?\"\n\n\"Hey look it's your choice. I'm just letting you know that if you do, I wouldn't care. I think you two would look kind of cute together, actually,\" she said with a grin. She quickly sobered again. \"But seriously, Mike, I've always been an open-minded person. So if you decide you do feel that way about Jeffery, whatever it's worth, you have my support.\"\n\nMike lowered his head. \"I guess I should probably find him and at least apologize.\"\n\nA huge grin spread across Tracy's face. \"You should probably give him back his coat, too,\" she said with a laugh.\n\n\"What?\" Mike asked perplexed.\n\nTracy laughed again. \"That isn't your coat in there,\" she said, chuckling to herself. \"It's Jeffery's.\"\n\n\"Ah shit!\" Mike said. \"You're kidding!\"\n\n\"Nope,\" Tracy said still laughing.\n\n\"Great. Now I really do have to find him.\"\n\nTracy glanced at the clock. \"I doubt your stuff is dry yet. But I guess it won't matter if you're going back out into the rain.\"\n\n\"I can probably get back to my dorm without getting wet, he said. But I don't know what I'll do if he's not there. Even if he is a giant white wolf, I'd never find him in this weather and I don't know where he'd go.\"\n\n\"Hurry up and get going then,\" she said going into the bathroom and coming back out with his shoes in one hand and Jeffery's coat in the other. \"There still damp, but they're not going to get any drier,\" she said.\n\n\"Thanks,\" Mike said as he slipped his feet into his shoes and pulled on Jeffery's coat. For the first time, he noticed how much the coat smelled like Jeffery. He'd never really thought much about Jeffery's scent, but he didn't remember it having ever bothered him. Really, it was a nice smell, deep and earthy, like the way the dirt and grass smelled just after it had rained.\n\nHe started for the door but stopped and turned to look back at Tracy. \"Tracy,\" he said, \"did you mean what you said earlier. I mean, if you're right and Jeffery and I...\"\n\nTracy walked over and put her arms around Mike in a hug. \"I might have to get a new roommate, since Connie would probably talk my head off, but I'd still be your friend. And Jeffery's,\" she added with a smile.\n\nMike took a deep breath. \"Connie will probably be really pissed.\"\n\n\"Y'know what?\" she said. \"I don't really care. I've never really liked her.\"\n\nMike looked like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. \"All this time I thought it was just me,\" he said relieved.\n\nTracy patted him on the back and laughed. \"Now go find that wolf and talk to him this time.\"\n\n\"Thanks,\" Mike said and hurried out the door.\n\nTracy closed the door after him and locked it again. She glanced back at the mystery novel she'd been reading but didn't feel much like picking it back up. Instead she busied herself picking up the wet towels.\n\nHer life was turning into a regular soap opera. Connie was going to be a real problem if she ever found out, but hopefully they wouldn't have to deal with that problem right away. The others might have a hard time adjusting too, but she really thought Mike and Jeffery would be able to work things out, no matter what they decided.\n\nSo why did she have this nagging feeling that something was wrong?\n\n \n\nMike had to go the long way around, but he'd finally made it back to his dorm. Slowly he climbed his way up the stairs. He'd spent half the evening running around town and the strain was finally starting to get to him. He reasoned that if he didn't find Jeffery back at their room he was going to collapse into his bed and look for Jeffery first thing in the morning.\n\nWell, first thing when he woke up, anyway.\n\nAs Mike mounted the last step, he pushed open the door to his hall...just in time to see Jeffery, a small suitcase strapped to his shoulder, and keys in hand, locking the door.\n\nThe suitcase couldn't have held more than a few sets of clothes, but Jeffery had too much stuff to just gather it all together in the middle of the night and move out. Most likely he'd just packed a change of clothes and a few other essentials.\n\nThe thoughts chased each other through Mike's head before they finally registered. Jeffery was leaving. He was leaving the room. He was leaving him.\n\nMike walked slowly down the hall. For once, neither Jeffery's sensitive hearing nor sense of smell had managed to detect him.\n\nJeffery let out a small sigh and gently touched the doorframe. He was already starting to turn down the other end of the hall when Mike spoke.\n\n\"Jeffery,\" he said. His voice had come out much more rough and scratchy than he'd intended it to, and he might have stopped to worry that he was catching a cold if he wasn't so busy trying to think of what he was going to say next.\n\nJeffery's head whirled around in obvious shock. He flinched when he saw who it was and Mike could feel the shame of what his words had done.\n\nBut what happened next caught Mike completely off guard. Jeffery suddenly turned and ran down to the other end of the hall, slamming into the exit door as fast as could.\n\nMike stood there stunned before he did the first thing that came to mind: he ran after him. Jeffery might be a wolf, but Mike knew he was faster. He made it to the other end of the hall before the door had even closed.\n\nJeffery had a head start though. He'd already made it to the second floor and Mike would probably lose him if he made it outside. Mike jumped over the first set of stairs and down onto the landing, barely pausing to wince. He charged halfway down the second set of stairs and jumped again, this time over the railing. He somehow managed to land on the last step of the next set of stairs without breaking his ankle, but he couldn't keep this up.\n\nThe stairwell design put him on the second floor; Jeffery was half way to the first. Mike was close enough the he could have reached out and grabbed Jeffery's shoulder, but he didn't have any leverage on the stairs and there was no way he could stop him just by grabbing his shoulder.\n\nMike had a moment of panic. Forget grabbing him by the shoulders, Mike probably wouldn't be able to stop him even if he tackled him. Hell, he's built like a linebacker.\n\nThe memory of the words echoed in his mind bringing with them a realization. He couldn't stop Jeffery. Even if he was faster or found a way to corner him, Jeffery was just too strong. And Mike would never be able to take him down with force alone.\n\n\"Jeffery!\" Mike tried to yell. It was hard to speak and run at the same time, but he had to find a way to stop him. Had to find a way to get through to him.\n\nMike gave up on jumping the stairs and focused on just trying to keep pace with Jeffery. \"Jeffery,\" Mike repeated, \"please, just stop for a second.\" But Jeffery wasn't listening.\n\nThey had finally made it to the first floor. Jeffery ran towards the emergency exit door, while Mike did his best to keep up, but his ankles were already sore from the hard landings he taken trying to jump the stairs. At best he was half running, half limping.\n\nOutside it was still raining and now Jeffery was gaining ground. Mike wasn't about to give up, though. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Mike ran flat out after him. If he lost sight of Jeffery in all this rain, he'd never find him again.\n\n\"Jeffery,\" he yelled into the night. \"Jeffery, please just...\"\n\nThe streetlights cast a blurry haze over everything, and the cold rain stung Mike's face. Jeffery jumped the curb and ran across the main road in front of the college. Mike was lagging behind again, unable to see anything in the rain. He started to jump the curb, but the strain on his ankles was just too much and they finally gave out. He tripped instead and fell out into the street.\n\nThere was a sudden flash as a blinding pair of lights materialized out of the gloom. He heard a car horn and a horrible screech, accompanied by a spray of water.\n\nThe agony in his ankles was drowned out by fear as Mike struggled to understand what was happening.\n\nThen he felt something slam into him.\n\nFor a moment he thought he was flying. He could feel the air rushing over his body and he was spinning so fast he felt dizzy. The streetlamps seemed to be dancing all around him, until he couldn't tell which was up and which was down. The rain seemed to be coming at him from all sides.\n\nAnd then just as suddenly, the sensation faded, and the streetlamps were gone.\n\nAnd everything went black.\n\n \n\nJeffery turned at the sound of the car horn.\n\nWhen he'd first made it back to the room, he'd wasted several minutes on his bed crying. It was only after his eyes had run dry and his throat was too raw to continue sobbing, that he'd realized he couldn't stay there.\n\nHe'd packed what he could into a small suitcase and started to lock up. He'd paused a moment at the door to mourn his loss and wonder if he'd have the strength to come back for the rest of his things.\n\nThen Mike had suddenly appeared, looking like some haggard form of death. Even worse his voice had come out in a rough growl and called out Jeffery's name like a death sentence. Jeffery wasn't sure if Mike was going to attack him or just strike him down with a bolt a lightning. He hadn't waited to find out which.\n\nHe'd been running in a blind panic ever since. He didn't stop until he heard the car.\n\nHe'd been halfway across the street when he noticed it for the first time. Masked by the rain, it had sounded low and far away, but Jeffery knew what it was. He'd slowed and finally stopped when he reached the other side of the street, but by then it was too late.\n\nHe turned and watched as Mike tripped over the curb, outlined in the car's headlights as he fell. Heard the blast of noise as the driver slammed down on the car horn. Saw the car try to stop but skid on the water, the back of it fishtailing, and a mighty spray of water rising up, hiding both the car and Mike.\n\nThen suddenly Mike flew up above the spray, his entire body pirouetting in the air as if this were all some kind of strange dance. For a moment, Jeffery thought he would turn and land on his feet, but as the water from the spray came down, he saw Mike's arms flail out and the spin died. Mike landed hard on the ground with a small splash. And didn't move again.\n\nA moment passed.\n\nThen another.\n\nJeffery felt his breath catch in his throat as he waited, but Mike still didn't move. Jeffery was suddenly down on his knees next to him. He didn't remember how he got there. All he knew was the he had to get Mike to wake up. Had to make him live again.\n\nSomeone was yelling at him. Telling him something. A man? A woman? They were flashing lights everywhere now, but he couldn't remember what they meant or why they were there.\n\nThere was a siren now. Someone was talking to him. It was a calm voice, but he wasn't listening. Mike was gone. They'd taken him away, but to where?\n\nHe was standing again and he felt someone's hand on his shoulder. Someone was in front of him. A face finally swam into view. Someone he knew.\n\n\"Tracy?\" He stared down at her. Then snapped his head left and right, his eyes desperately searching. \"Mike? Where is he? Where did they take him?\" Tracy didn't speak. She just stared at him, tears and rain mixing into one another as they slid down her face. Jeffery slowly sank back down to his knees, his paws reaching out to clench Tracy's jacket. \"Where is he?\" he pleaded. \"Please tell me, where is he?\"\n\nTracy shook her head. \"He's gone,\" she said.\n\n \n\nThe woman behind the counter wore a fake mask of sympathy. \"I'm very sorry about your loss, sir,\" she said. \"What kind of flowers would you like?\"\n\nJeffery ignored her and stared down at the smooth wooden counter, instead.\n\n\"We have several different arrangements already made that we could send over. What time is the funeral?\"\n\nThe wood was so smooth Jeffery wondered if anyone ever used the counter for anything besides holding flowerpots.\n\n\"I see, well if you'd like to take a look around the store...\"\n\nJeffery had never been inside a flower shop before in his life and now he saw why. It had to be the dullest place on earth.\n\nThe woman behind the counter finally put down the phone and turned to Jeffery. \"Can I help you...\" she faltered as most people did when they addressed him, \"sir?\" The small inflection at the end made it sound like she was more interested in asking how she should address him than how she could help.\n\n\"I'm here to pick up an order of roses under the name Jeffery,\" he said dully. \"I believe they've already been paid for .\"\n\n\"Ah, yes,\" she said, relief obvious in her voice as she disappeared behind the counter.\n\nMaybe I should have just asked her how to get to Grandmother's house, instead, he thought sardonically.\n\nThe woman returned a moment later with a vase full of bright red roses. \"Here you are,\" she said.\n\n\"Thanks,\" Jeffery said, suppressing the urge to give her a toothy grin as he left.\n\nOutside, Tracy sat waiting in her car. Jeffery ducked in, mindful of the roses, and sat with them firmly tucked in his lap.\n\nTracy raised an eyebrow. \"Don't you think those are a bit much?\"\n\n\"Nah,\" Jeffery said.\n\nTracy smiled and decided it was best not to ask how much he'd spent.\n\nTraffic was hectic during that time of day and by the time they made it to the hospital, Jeffery was a nervous wreck.\n\nThey both made it to Mike's room just as a nurse was leaving. \"Is it alright if we go in and see him,\" Tracy asked. The nurse nodded and waved them in, raising an eyebrow at Jeffery and his vase full of roses, but saying nothing.\n\nMike's room was already filled with assorted get well cards, along with a suitcase of his clothes that Jeffery had packed for him.\n\nMike himself was covered in bandages and wearing a hospital gown, but the for most part doing fairly well. Fortunately most of the damage had been on the surface, and the water had helped cushion his fall. He had had several nasty gashes on his forehead and arms though, not mention his side where he'd been hit by the car and the other where he'd landed.\n\nAmazingly, nothing had broken, but he'd lost a lot of blood and had twenty-nine stitches. He'd tried to make a break for it twice already and kept telling the doctors that he felt fine, but they were insisting on keeping him in the hospital for a few more days.\n\nHe looked over when he saw them both enter and there was a click as he turned off the television. \"Hey,\" he said, his voice still a bit weak.\n\nTracy walked over immediately and gave him a hug, careful not to squeeze too tight. \"Brought you some stuff,\" she said, with a smile, producing a plush doll of a panther. \"Thought it would be a nice change from all that chocolate and candy.\" She glanced at Jeffery. \"Not to mention flowers.\"\n\nJeffery blushed and hid his face behind the roses.\n\n\"Thanks,\" Mike said, setting the panther down next to him in bed. \"He can keep me company at night.\" He turned to look at Jeffery. \"And who's your walking plant friend?\" he asked.\n\nJeffery set the vase of roses on a small table next to Mike's bed. \"I thought you might like some flowers,\" he mumbled.\n\nTracy laughed and patted Jeffery on the back. \"You know, I have a couple errands I need to run while we're in town, so if you don't mind, I'll come back and pick you up later.\" She walked over to the door, checked left and right to make sure no one looking, turned to give Jeffery a wink, and then shut the door behind her.\n\nJeffery was even more nervous now that he was alone in the room with Mike. He'd visited a couple times before to bring Mike his clothes and check up on him, but Mike had always been asleep. Unsure of what to do now that Mike was actually awake, Jeffery stared at the ground and shuffled his feet.\n\n\"I like the flowers,\" Mike said after a moment.\n\nJeffery blushed again. \"Thanks,\" he said.\n\n\"You can sit down you know,\" he said, gesturing to a wooden chair with green cushions on the other side of the bed.\n\nJeffery made his way around the bed, briefly wondering when it was that the room had become so large, and sat down heavily in the chair. \"How are you feeling?\" he asked at last.\n\nMike gave him a weak smile. \"Better. I'm still tired a lot. But I'm okay.\" He paused for a moment. \"How about you?\" he asked.\n\nJeffery stared down at the floor. \"I'm okay,\" he said quietly.\n\nFinally he decided it was better if he just launched into it. \"Mike...about what happened...that night--\"\n\nMike cut him off. \"None of that was your fault,\" he said, sighing heavily. \"I said a some things I shouldn't have.\"\n\nJeffery shook his head. \"But you wouldn't have had to if I hadn't...in the bathroom.\"\n\nMike sighed again. \"I'm not mad any more. And I'm sorry I yelled at you.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry I ran,\" Jeffery said. There was no need to say the rest. Once again the silence settled over them but it was a bit more comfortable this time. \"So what do we do now?\" Jeffery finally asked.\n\n\"Well,\" Mike paused to scratch at the bandage on his forehead, \"I've been thinking...about things. About you and me actually. About us.\"\n\nJeffery stared at him confused. \"What do you mean?\"\n\n\"Um, well I guess what I mean is, I've been trying to figure out just what's been going on between us. I mean, I pretty much figured out what's been going on with you.\"\n\nJeffery sank down lower in his seat. \"I'm so sorry,\" he said, tears starting fill his eyes.\n\n\"Jeffery,\" Mike said, reaching out to pull him closer and hug him. \"It's okay. It really is.\"\n\nJeffery hugged Mike back, but his heart wasn't in it. \"No it's not. I ruined everything.\" Tears were sliding down the side of his face now. \"I just wanted to tell you...but I screwed it all up.\"\n\nMike gave Jeffery another squeeze before he pulled back far enough so there faces were only inches apart. \"There's something else, though. I think I finally figured out what's been going on with me, too.\"\n\nJeffery stared at him confused. \"I don't understand,\" he said.\n\nMike closed the distance between them by pressing close and giving Jeffery a gentle kiss. Jeffery stopped crying and tried to gasp, but only succeeded in pulling Mike into a deeper kiss. When they finally broke apart, Jeffery tried to speak, but couldn't find his voice.\n\nWhen he finally did it came out as only a whisper. \"Does this mean I don't have to move out?\" he asked.\n\nMike smiled and gave Jeffery another hug. \"I think you're stuck with me for a bit longer.\"\n\nEpilogue\n\nThree Months Later\n\nMike sat at his computer, the glow from the screen the only light in the room as he tried to finish a story he was writing for his English class. It was almost midnight, but the story had to be turned in by tomorrow morning.\n\n\"Mike?\" a sleepy voice from behind him said. \"It's late,\" it said with a yawn. \"Come to bed.\"\n\n\"Just a sec,\" Mike said distracted. \"I still need an ending here.\"\n\nJeffery came up behind him, putting both his paws on Mike's shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze. Mike leaned back into Jeffery's touch, feeling the pain in his shoulders fade. It had been three months since the car accident, and only a week less that he'd been released from the hospital. But the cuts and scrapes on his shoulders had left scars that ached from time to time.\n\n\"You're gonna make me fall asleep,\" Mike said.\n\n\"Good,\" Jeffery replied. \"You've been running around all day. You need some rest.\"\n\nMike grinned despite his exhaustion. \"Somehow I don't think rest is what you have in mind.\"\n\nJeffery leaned down and licked his ear. \"Hmm, maybe,\" he said, wickedly.\n\n\"But I still need an ending for this blasted story,\" Mike said.\n\n\"Hmm, well what about, 'And they lived happily ever after,'\" Jeffery said, leaning down to wrap his arms around Mike's neck.\n\n\"Well, that could work...if I was five years old,\" he said. Mike sighed. \"It's supposed to be an original story that relates to real life and I doubt my professor is going to accept 'happily ever after' as an appropriate ending.\"\n\n\"Well then...why give it an ending at all?\" Jeffery said.\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n\"If it's supposed to relate to real life, then why give it an ending. After all, in real life everything doesn't end just because the adventure is over. So don't give it an ending.\"\n\nMike yawned. \"I must be tired 'cause you're starting to make sense. I guess you have a point, though,\" Mike said, hitting the save button and turning off the computer. In the ensuing darkness, Jeffery led him out of the chair and over to the bed, where they both slipped under the covers and cuddled.\n\nThey laid together for a few moments before Mike finally spoke. \"But life does end, eventually doesn't it? I mean, no one lives forever.\"\n\nJeffery nuzzled Mike's neck. \"Maybe,\" he said, sleepily. \"But that's a long time from now. There's still a lot more that has to happen between now and then.\"\n\n\"So do you think we'll always be happy together like that, like in a fairy tale?\" Mike asked.\n\n\"No, maybe not,\" Jeffery admitted. \"But I don't think I'll ever really stop loving you.\" He gave Mike an extra squeeze and laid his head against Mike's shoulder. \"And I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am with you.\"\n\nMike reached out in the darkness and stroked the side of Jeffery's face. \"Me either,\" Mike said."
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"value": "From the moment they met in Kindergarten, Alex Adams and Michelle Yin became fast friends. \n\nMichelle was Alex's protector that day. He was being menaced by a particularly large Second-Grader. Michelle, whose family were quite proficient in the Martial Arts, kicked the crap out of the other boy. The little thug ran away in sheer terror. \n\nThey were inseparable after that. No one could say a bad word about his friend to Alex. The two-month older Michelle became his constant companion and playmate. \n\nOther kids in their whitebread-school wouldn't have much to do with the pretty Vietnamese girl. Not Alex. He spent as much time with her as he could. He spent nearly every recess with her, only occasionally playing football or some other game. \n\nBy the Seventh Grade, Alex was nearing 6 foot tall, towering over the tiny, 5'2\" tall Michelle. He was playing more football, she was into her Martial Arts and linguistics. But they still saw each other every day, talked most nights. \n\nIn High School, they still hung out. Alex was playing quite a lot of football now, he was taking it very seriously. Michelle came to every game and cheered him on. He went to every one of her Judo or Kickboxing tournaments and did the same. \n\nHe took a pretty blonde named Julie to the Senior Prom and arranged for his friend Jamie to take Michelle. He couldn't see why Jamie was reluctant, couldn't he see what a doll Michelle was? Julie was almost pissed at him for talking with Michelle so much that night, but he and his best friend always enjoyed each other's company. \n\nMichelle was overjoyed to see her best friend and his date crowned King and Queen of the prom. She made him promise her a dance though, as if she even had to ask. \n\nCollege was the first time the friends were ever separated. Alex went on a football scholarship, Michelle was heavy into the study of languages. Both missed each other, but talked on the phone every weekend. Michelle was always bugging him, why was he so hesitant to make a commitment to Julie? They were hot and heavy now, their sex life wild and uninhibited. It puzzled some of their friends how they could be so open about their sex lives. Michelle had been a tad more experimental, she didn't want to settle down. No one, male or female – and Michelle had been open to girln-girl experiences – had caught her fancy. \n\n\"I can't answer that one Shelle\" Alex told her over the phone. \"Julie's wild in the sack, she's pretty and fun to be with. But when I think of settling down with her – ahhh, maybe I'm just one of those guys who is afraid of commitment.\" \n\n\"I know what you mean\" Michelle said on the other end. \"My folks are always bugging me about settling down and giving them grandbabies.\" \n\nAlex sighed. \"Yeah, mine too.\" \n\n\"Parents!\" both said simultaneously and broke out laughing. \n\nPost-college, Alex moved in with Julie. He blew out his knee shortly before graduation, but was offered the Head Coach job at their old High School. The money was quite good, he could stay in the area he loved, so he accepted. Not two months later, Michelle took on the position as head of the Language Department at the same school The two friends celebrated their reunion by having lunch. It became a daily thing. \n\nJulie bitched about it constantly, which was getting on Alex's nerves, and he told her so. She didn't seem happy with him. Alex suspected that, in part, she'd hitched her wagon to his rising star, expecting him to play Pro Ball. When that went south, Julie became a bit more distant. \n\nMichelle was his support system, as she always had been. He wasn't the type to cry, but Michelle knew he wasn't happy. \"So, getting any?\" she teased him over Pizza. \n\n\"Not friggin' much, compared to the post-High School wildcat I was with\" he sighed deeply. \"Julie's not a bad person Shelle, I just think I proved to be a disappointment to her. I let her down.\" \n\nA brief surge of fire appeared in Michelle. \"Listen, sometimes life has a way of taking us in another direction. If Julie can't handle that, that's her issue, not yours. She needs to get over it.\" \n\nAlex gave her a faint smile. \"You're right, I know you are. Don't think Julie is gonna see it that way, though.\" \n\nAlex proved to be right. Not two weeks later, Julie announced it was over. Five years together was enough, she wasn't his wife, seeya pal, have a nice life. She packed up her stuff and was out the door. \n\nAlex was a mass of confusion. He felt he should be devastated, but he really wasn't. He called Michelle, of course. Her voice on the phone cheered him up at once. \n\n\"Bring over some of that good Scotch I gave you last Christmas, we'll have a nice dinner and share a few. My latest ... \" Michelle sighed \" ... well, she bailed on me a few days ago.\" \n\nAlex had never liked Michelle's latest lover, Andrea, who she'd met at a Bi-Nightclub Michelle liked to attend. Andrea had been there with her boyfriend, Karl. After a few weeks, Andrea had split with Karl and began sleeping with and doing wilder things with Michelle. \n\n\"So, where did Andrea go?\" Alex asked her. \n\n\"Silly bitch, she went back to Karl.\" Michelle sighed. \"Yeah, that'll last.\" Michelle snorted derisively. \"What a pair we are, huh?\" \n\n\"Yup. Okay Shelle, I'll be over in an hour.\" \n\n\"Seeya then tiger.\" \n\nAlex showered, put on a nice turtleneck and tan slacks. He brushed his brown hair, found the scotch and got in his car to make the trip to Michelle's. He hoped one day that someone would realize what a great lady Michelle was, she was too special to end up alone. \n\nShit, who was he to talk? He wasn't swimming in the deep end of the babe pool either, right? \n\nJeez, he hoped they weren't gonna get TOO sauced tonight. Alex and Michelle both had to work in the morning. \n\nIt was a nice evening out, so he put down the top to his convertible on the drive over to Michelle's. Julie had hated it, she said it \"messed up her hair.\" Man, did they ever have anything in common? \n\nArriving at Michelle's, she buzzed him up. She met Alex at the door and kissed him on the cheek. Dressed in black, she looked great, as usual. She'd let her black hair grow long again, Alex told her it always looked better that way. The apartment already smelled of pasta, Alex used to tease her about being an Asian girl with a passion for Italian. \n\nHe sunk into the plush leather couch, while Michelle poured drinks into glass tumblers. She sat across from him in the other matching chair. \"So, aren't we a pair?\" she said brightly. \n\nHe laughed. \"Yeah, well I can't say I much liked Andrea.\" \n\nMichelle smiled, perfect white teeth gleaming. \"I never cared much for Julie, either.\" \n\n\"Really?\" \n\nMichelle nodded. \"She isn't a bad person, she's just not YOUR person.\" \n\n\"My person?\" \n\nMichelle took a sip of scotch from her tumbler. \"I'll know when your person comes along hun. Julie wasn't her.\" \n\nAlex snorted. \"You think you know me that well, huh?\" \n\nMichelle took another drink. \"Yes. YOUR person will see how sweet you are, how loving and supportive, she'll be proud of your accomplishments and encourage you in your coaching and academic career. That, my friend, was NOT Julie.\" \n\nAlex certainly had to agree with her on that. \"Yeah. Guess we just spinning our wheels, weren't we?\" \n\nMichelle nodded, taking another sip. \"Yup. Think you know ME well enough to know MY person?\" \n\nAlex took another drink of Scotch. \"I know I do, Shelle. Someone who won't be threatened by you. Someone who respects your strength, your keen mind and the fact that you're very sexy. Someone ... \" Alex stopped cold. \n\n\"Jeez, are we the two stupidest people in the world or what?\" \n\nMichelle looked at him blankly for a minute, then her face went wide. It was as if someone had shone a light on them both. \n\n\"D'you think anyone else knows this?\" \n\n\"Nope Shelle, but jeez, it should have been obvious.\" \n\nAlex stood up, Michelle followed suit. They met in the middle of the room, standing there for a second. It seemed like an eternity, but was likely only a few minutes. Alex moved forward, placed his hands on either side of her beautiful face and kissed her, softly. Gently. Taking in a new feeling, the racing of his heart, the softness of her against him. It felt wonderful, electric, and oh-so right. \n\nMichelle felt, from second one, like she was where she ought to be. She could feel the tears coming freely, but didn't try to stop them. How could they both have been such idiots for so long? Alex was the only one for her, and she for him. Their entire lives had been leading up to this minute. \n\nShe giggled a little through her tears, Alex lifted her face up under her chin and asked \"What's so funny?\" \n\n\"I think we may be having a very late dinner.\" \n\nAlex smiled. \"Or breakfast.\" \n\nMichelle nodded. Alex did something romantic, he reached over and scooped up her tiny frame in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, she felt like she was where she belonged. Michelle kissed him on the ear and said \"You know where the bedroom is, you've been here before.\" She snuggled in closer as he carried her towards the bedroom. \n\nMichelle's taste was evident in her bedroom. Some of her heritage was evident in the decorations, but it didn't overpower the room. The huge, double bed had a warm, deep red bedspread, a firm mattress. He placed her on the bed and turned the lights on, using the dimmer switch. She scooched upwards on the bed and looked over at him, her eyes filled with a newfound love – no, that wasn't right – a newly DISCOVERED love for this man she had known for so long. \n\n\"Get over here, goofy!\" she giggled at him. \n\n\"Goofy, huh?\" he laughed, joining her on the bed. \n\n\"Uh-huh\" Michelle said, unbuttoning his shirt. His chest was still firm, despite not being an athlete, he still kept in shape. She admired his discipline, they had that in common. They were such a perfect fit. Alex had been right, they had been stupid. No longer. Her nails raked across his chest, he let out a little hiss. \n\n\"Oh baby, am I hurting you?\" \n\n\"God no, that feels wonderful.\" Hearing that, she drew her nails further along his exposed chest, kissing where her nails left tiny red streaks. She could see Alex's entire face light up in pleasure, it made her want to do even more. \n\n\"Hey beautiful, howcome I'm the only one of us even partially naked?\" \n\nShe smiled, almost shyly. Alex found that endearing. In Michelle's own mind, it was a bit intimidating. The man she loved was going to see her naked for the first time. He moved closer to Michelle and began to unbutton the black silk blouse. Her bra covered her breasts, it was black and lacy, suiting her perfectly. She reached behind and unhooked it, her breasts coming into view. Tiny and delicate, they were beautiful, all of her was so exquisitely formed. It felt to him like a new discovery, yet one he had been aware of all along. \n\nAlex leaned in and kissed one breast, then the other, the tips of his fingers barely grazing her skin. She let out a pleased sigh and he placed his tongue on one pink nipple, then the other. He kissed her softly on each bud and saw nothing but happiness shining on her lovely face. \n\n\"Idiots!\" they both said at the same time, and laughed uproariously. \n\nMichell's patience was waning. She unbuckled Alex's belt and yanked his pants off, the boxers following in short order. He was pretty impressive down there too. Despite not having been with a man for a while, Michelle still appreciated a nice cock. She took it in her hand and squeezed it. \n\nHe let out a slight groan. \"Hey lady, take it easy. I might need that.\" \n\nMichelle giggled again, playfully. \"Oh stud, I can guarantee you're going to need it. So am I!\" Saying that, she ovalled her lips and slipped them over his meaty shaft. She went right down to the balls and back up again, relishing the feeling of having him in her mouth. \n\nSeeing her take his cock, seeing her dark eyes sparkle as she sucked his dick, Alex had never felt such joy, nor lust. Michelle had this slithery technique for cocksucking, she swirled her tongue all around it, laying it flat against his dick. He felt his cock throb with desire, but he was in no hurry. He wanted all of this night to be memorable. \n\nMichelle loved having him inside her lips. She fought the urge to have him cum in her mouth, to taste the seed of this man she loved so much. Over 20 years! How could they have wasted so much time? No more! \n\nOnce again, she raked her fingernails along his skin, getting another groan of sheer bliss to escape from his lips. \"Woman, you're killing me!\" Alex groaned aloud. \n\n\"Don't worry, I'll resurrect you!\" Michelle giggled. She moved away from her lover and removed her little black dress, only clad in tiny lacy panties. She started to remove those, but Alex beckoned no? \n\n\"They're kinda sexy!\" he grinned. \"Come here and I'll prove it!\" \n\nMichelle moved up on the bed and Alex grabbed her hips, she was now straddling his face. He pulled the tiny panties aside and began to eat her pussy, with precision and skill. His few hours of stubble felt very nice against her neatly-trimmed pussy and she could feel her juices flow onto Alex's lapping tongue. \n\nForeplay had always been Michelle's favorite part of sex, it was one of the reasons she often had chosen female lovers. Women were so pretty to look at, that was true enough. But it was their consideration, taking their time to play, kiss, lick, that endeared them to Michelle. She didn't think she could ever find that in a man, but now, she had. \n\nAlex was enjoying every second of eating Michelle's sweet pussy. He relished every drop of her sweet juices, he enjoyed how responsive she was to his feasting. From time to time, she would tighten her thighs around his head, he just continued eating the sweet treat. \n\n\"Oh God, oh dear God\" she moaned as Alex continued to taste her. She came under his licking tongue, collapsing forward on the bed. She rolled off of her lover and smiled over at him. \n\n\"No fair, you made me cum!\" she grinned. \n\n\"Okay, and that isn't fair, why?\" he grinned back. \n\n\"I didn't get to make you cum, Alex\" she said with a mock pout. \n\n\"If I cum darlin', it's game over for a while\" he shot back. \n\n\"You haven't been in MY bed for very long baby, you'll see!\" Michelle responded teasingly. \n\n\"I hope I will.\" Both of them knew. There was no turning back, not that either of them wanted to. The final bond had occurred, they were joined forever. Feelings that should have been given voice years earlier were now out in the open. \n\n\"Okay Shelle, why don't you get on top of me and we'll really get moving?\" \n\n\"What makes you think I want to be on top?\" \n\n\"I know you, don't I?\" \n\nHe sure did. Michelle loved being on top, she could be wild and in control. Alex was secure enough in his own masculinity to let her do what she wanted, she already loved that about him. She slid off her tiny panties, now totally nude before him. \n\nMichelle mounted his hard cock, it felt so perfect in her hot little cunt, she felt packed! Alex ran his hand over her stomach, flat and sleek, not an ounce of fat on her tiny frame. She began to move on top of his big dick, his cock began to move forward inside of her. \"Okay stud, fuck me!\" she growled. \n\n\"Oh Shelle, let's go slow, I don't want to hurt you\" he said cautiously. \n\n\"Lover, you've seen me take kicks to the face, don't worry, you won't hurt me!\" Michelle teased him. \n\nMichelle was right, Alex knew, he was being silly. He had been to virtually all of her kickboxing competitions, he knew she was a very tough, yet still feminine, lady. \"Okay lady, want me to fuck you with all burners on?\" he growled. \n\nMichelle nodded, still riding his rapidly-thickening cock. \"Yep stud, fuck the shit out of me!\" she yelled. \n\nAlex did as his Michelle commanded. He arched forward on the bed and drove his cock deep within the recesses of her cunt. She let out a scream, but Alex knew it wasn't a scream of pain, it was a scream of passion. She began rocking her hips forward, her pussy practically inhaling his rod. While she continued fucking him, Michelle raked his flesh with her fingernails. In return, Alex used his hands to gently massage her tiny, delicate breasts. It was a nice contrast with the hard fucking, his gentle, feather-light caresses on her flesh. \n\nAlex was concentrating hard on pleasing his best friend – it was getting harder to think of her that way, though. Michelle felt so – right – as his lover, like this had been destined all along. As he continued to play with her, his cock buried deep inside of her, he felt feelings he'd never known previously. \n\n\"Ride me baby!\" he yelled out to her. In the dimly-lit room, the unmistakable beauty of Michelle was evident. The lighting complimented her beautiful face and figure. Michelle's nipples were hard little pegs, her dark hair flying every which way as she pumped her pussy against his invading prick. Alex didn't think he'd ever seen anything so beautiful. \n\n\"I'm riding you stud, I'm fucking you!\" Michelle screamed back. She couldn't believe it, Alex had aged well. If anything, he was more attractive than he'd been in his college or High School days. \n\nFucking him? Migod, she was KILLING him, but what a way to go! \n\n\"Okay darling, how about a little change?\" Michelle asked him. \n\n\"What do you have in mind?\" he asked her, up for anything the sexy minx desired. \n\n\"Take me like your little bitch baby!\" Michelle said, wiggling her ass as she got into position. \"Bow-Wow lover, fuck me and make me yours!\" \n\nThat sounded good to Alex, so he moved in behind her and prepared to guide his still-rock solid dick into her eager, wet pussy. She was soaked, the lips of her pussy glistening erotically, beckoning him into her horny cunt. The more he looked at her, the more Alex knew he'd likely never tire of fucking Michelle. \n\nAlex entered her slowly at first, still not wanting to hurt her. Yet, with every inch of his cock that sunk into her, Michelle groaned pleasurably and seemed to be enjoying it more. Once he was balls-deep in her cunt, he began to thrust a bit harder and faster, she in turn, matched his thrusts by moving backwards on his cock. \n\n\"Oh God, that's heaven, FUCK ME!\" Michelle cried out as he shoved his thick shaft deep within her. He fucked in and out, in and out, keeping a constant pace, a constant rhythm that was arousing her more and more. From time to time, he got inventive, slapping her ass as he fucked her. \n\n\"Oh God, YESSSS, that's the way baby, FUCK ME, fuck the HELL out of that cunt!\" she growled as Alex ploughed deeper within her walls. She used all the skills at her command to give her man the ride of his life, so he'd never want to stop screwing her! \n\n\"Like it, don't you Shelle?\" he said through gritted teeth. \"Like the way my big cock feels in your tiny, wet pussy?\" \n\n\"Fuck yeahh! Oh yeahhh, sooo good, such a good cock!!\" Michelle sighed, lost in an erotic fog. He felt so perfect there, like he belonged deep inside of her body. She squeezed her pussy around his shaft and heard his groans as he swatted her ass again and moved back and forth. \n\n\"Are you up for one more change, darlin'?\" Alex asked her. Seeing the assent in her beautiful dark eyes, he pulled out and moved her up to the head of the bed. Looking up at him with love-filled eyes, she gave her silent permission. \n\nHe fucked her in the missionary position now, her slender legs and tiny feet locked around Alex's back as he drilled his cock deeper and deeper within her. Still wanting to be an active partipant, she raked her nails deep into the flesh of his back, leaving tiny red welts, a symbol of her passion. Their bodies slapped together, they were in sexual bliss as they fucked each other's brains out. \n\nAlex was close, he knew that, but he wanted Michelle to have her climax first. He needn't have worried. \"Damn, I'm CUMMINGGGG!!\" she yelled, as if giving him the signal to join her. He did just that, letting his cum flood the walls of her hot pussy. \nAfter cleaning each other up, they snuggled together in bed, more blissful than either had imagined they could ever be. Alex joked \"What a way to build an appetite\", referring to the dinner neither of them had eaten yet. \n\nMichelle snuggled into the crook of his arms, happy. \"We'll have to work up an appetite for breakfast, too!\" she joked. \"How do you like your eggs?\" \n\nAlex grinned, then nodded. \"I think we should take a personal day tomorrow. Neither one of us is going to want to teach class in the morning.\" \n\nLess than six months later, Alex Adams and Michelle Yin stood in front of their closest friends and families and took their vows. There wasn't a dry eye in the house. \n\nAlex went first, trying desperately not to tear up. \n\n\"Michelle, from the very first time I saw you, I knew you were unique. There is no one like you, nor will there ever be. You are the only one for me. You are my best friend, my partner, and now, my wife. With this ring, I take thee as my lawfully wedded spouse.\" \n\nThen it was Michelle's turn. She let her tears flow, not caring what anyone thought. \n\n\"Alex, I have never known anyone like you. You allow me to shine, as a person, as your friend. You take all that I can give, and make me proud of who I am. You are my best friend, my partner and my rock. Now, you will be my husband. With this ring, I take thee as my lawfully wedded spouse.\" \n\nAs Michelle and Alex shared their first kiss as husband and wife, the only thing their respective parents could think was \"It's about time!\""
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"value": "### Title: Fraternal Twins Pt. 10\n\n### Tags: incest, taboo\n\n### Characters\n\n**Slater**: The eldest sibling, Slater is a caring and responsible brother who helps keep his younger siblings entertained and supervised while their parents have some alone time. He has a close relationship with his mother, Eileen, and his sister, Karen, which extends beyond typical familial bonds.\n\n**Karen**: Slater's sister, Karen is also responsible and caring. She shares a special bond with Slater and their mother, Eileen. She helps Slater with the younger siblings and has a deep emotional connection with both Slater and Eileen.\n\n**Eileen**: The mother of the family, Eileen is loving and nurturing. She has a close relationship with Slater and Karen, which involves physical intimacy. She is also deeply concerned about her youngest daughter, Emily, and her husband, who is ill.\n\n**Emily**: The youngest sister, Emily is perceptive and emotionally sensitive. She has a close bond with Slater and is aware of her father's illness, which causes her emotional distress. She seeks comfort and support from Slater and her mother.\n\n**Jordan**: The father of the family, Jordan is ill and his condition is a source of concern and sadness for the family. He is mentioned but does not play an active role in the events described.\n\n### Plot\n\nSlater and Karen take on the responsibility of keeping their younger siblings entertained while their parents have some alone time. During this period, Slater and Karen also engage in intimate moments with their mother, Eileen. One evening, Slater stays at the house while Karen and Eileen visit a neighbor. When they return, they find Slater asleep on the couch, and Karen snuggles up next to him. The next morning, Emily, the youngest sister, finds them sleeping together and is curious but accepts the explanation that they fell asleep watching TV.\n\nThroughout the story, there are moments of intimacy between Slater, Karen, and Eileen, which are described in a manner that suggests a deeper emotional and physical connection than typical family relationships. Slater also watches his mother and Karen together, feeling a deep love for both of them.\n\nTowards the end of their stay, Eileen comes to Slater's room, seeking comfort as she thinks about her husband's illness. Slater comforts her, and Karen joins them, leading to a moment of shared emotional support. The next day, the family spends time swimming and relaxing at the lake. Emily confides in Slater that she is afraid and later reveals to Eileen that she knows about her father's illness. This revelation brings emotional turmoil to the family, with Eileen and the siblings all grieving and supporting each other. The story concludes with the family coming to terms with the impending loss of their father and finding solace in their shared love and support."
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Then one night, Slater stayed at the house, while Karen and Eileen went down to the Miller's. \n\nWhen they came back, they found Slater asleep on the couch. He had tried to stay up just in case they needed him. Eileen kissed his cheek and went to bed. Karen snuggled up next to him and went to sleep. Emily found them the next morning and poked Karen in the forehead. Karen opened one eye and smiled at her younger sister. \n\n\"Stop that Emily,\" Eileen said from behind the couch. \n\n\"What are they doing sleeping together?\" Emily asked. \n\n\"They were watching TV last night and fell asleep. I turned it off and let them be. Then I went to bed. They were fine.\" \n\n\"Oh, okay,\" Emily said leaving. \n\nKaren giggled as she felt her brother's hard cock pressing into her butt. His arm tightened around her for just a second. She shut up and closed her eyes. Both Slater and Karen listened to their mother whisper with Emily in the kitchen. When Karen's stomach growled loudly, she couldn't help giggling. Slowly she rolled off the couch to the land softly on the floor. Turning she kissed Slater on the cheek and then went in the kitchen with mom and Emily. \n\nSlater groaned. Sleeping on the couch wasn't all that comfortable, but it was a hell of a lot better than sleeping on the floor. He smiled to himself. After Eileen and Karen had gone down to the Miller's, he had followed them after about fifteen minutes. He stood silently watching them love each other. He was so excited to just be able to watch them. Two women, decades of life between their birth looking so much alike as to be twins. From the hair to the nipples. From head to toe. One young twin, one much more mature. He loved them both. \n\nHe left after their first orgasm. He sat on the porch listening to them for the rest of the night. He could see them in his mind's eye. Licking and sucking each other, screaming into each other's pussy. When they quieted down, Slater moved into the house and lay on the couch. He must have fallen asleep before they got home. His sister snuggling up to him woke him slightly. He pressed back into the couch pulling her closer to him. Karen sighed, then Slater went back to sleep. \n\nThey would be returning home in two days. Slater would be sad to leave, yet he knew his mother wanted to get his father home so she could...he didn't want to think about that now. \n\n \n\nThat night, Eileen came to Slater's room after everyone was asleep. She climbed in with him and just cuddled up to him. She didn't say a word but began to sob softly. Slater pulled her to him tightly without crushing her. \n\n\"What's the matter, mom?\" He knew the answer. \n\n\"I'm sorry honey, I was just lying there with your father think of things that I probably shouldn't be thinking about,\" Eileen said softly pressing her lips to his cheek. \n\n\"I know. I try not to think of that day,\" Slater said his voice husky with sorrow. \n\nEileen just lays in his arms glad that he is with her now. Glad that her son loves her enough to make her feel better. Turning her head, she presses her lips to his. Slater kisses her back, gently. Eileen sighs when he pulls his lips from hers. \n\n\"Do you want to go down to the Miller's?\" Slater asks softly. \n\n\"No, not tonight. I just want you to hold me and kiss me every once in a while.\" \n\n\"I can do that. Karen wants to know if you and she will be getting together again.\" \n\n\"Oh god. Yes, dear. But tonight, I just want to cuddle with you.\" \n\nSlater nodded silently. Eileen pressed her head against his chest and closed her eyes. Slater kissed her hair. She sighed. The door to Slater's room opened. Slater and Eileen both looked up to see Karen standing over them. Slater nodded. Karen sat on the floor and stroked her mother's hair. Leaning forward she kissed Eileen's forehead. \n\n\"Thank you,\" Eileen whispered. \n\nKaren leaned forward until her head was on the pillow next to Eileen's. After a short while, Slater heard both of them snoring softly. He smiled as he lay there with two of the most beautiful women in the world. \n\n \n\nSlather watched his mother breathe. He was fascinated with the way her chest moved up and down. He watched her breasts, nipples still distended, move up and down under her thin peasant blouse. She was so beautiful, even in sleep, he just wanted to gobble her up, but realized if he did that he would no longer have her. He smiled at his thoughts and at his mom. Karen, he couldn't really see, except for the back of her head and it was covered with her luxurious dark hair. \n\nClosing his eyes he fell asleep without meaning to. \n\n \n\nSlater was clawing his way up out of the darkness. Someone had called his name. There it was again. It sounded like the person was yelling. He opened his eyes. He looked next to him. Mom was still asleep, as was Karen. Then the whisper, which to him sound loud, came from over him. Looking up there was Emily, looking down at him in surprise. \n\n\"Why is mom in here with you? Why is Karen in here with you?\" Emily whispered. \n\n\"Bad dreams, now go back to bed darling,\" Slater told her. \n\nEmily nodded and left. Slater looked around. It was still dark out. He sighed softly for that. Luckily for them, they were all dressed and Emily bought the bad dreams story. He really hated lying to his little sister, but she couldn't find out about what the three of them were doing. \n\nLeaning toward mom, Slater kissed her cheek. She smiled but didn't wake. He kissed her cheek again. He chuckled as she smiled again, but didn't wake up. \n\n\"Eileen, I love you,\" he whispered in her ear, then kissed her cheek. \n\nEileen smiled and started to turn to face him. He reaches to keep her head from knocking against Karen's head. Her eyes opened wide. Smiling she kissed his lips. He pulled back, surprising her. \n\n\"Emily was just in here asking why you and Karen were in here,\" Slater whispered. \n\n\"What did you tell her?\" Eileen asked softly. \n\n\"I told her you two had bad dreams and came in here so I could protect you.\" Slater chuckled, Mom kissed him. \n\n\"We should probably go to our own beds now. I don't think I'll have any bad dreams for the rest of the night.\" \n\n\"Me either,\" Karen growled. \n\nSlater chuckled, Eileen giggled and Karen moaned in pain. Eileen swung her legs over the side of the bed. Before she could stand up, Karen would have to get up. Karen groaned as she got up from her awkward position. When she was on her feet she reached out to help her mother up. Eileen took Karen in her arms and hugged her tightly. Karen groaned as she hugged her mother back. The two of them helped each other to the door and out back to their own rooms. \n\nSlater was still chuckling when Emily climbed in next to him. He looked at her, his eyebrows raise. \n\n\"Bad dream,\" she said softly. \n\nSlater smiled at her and gathered her into his arms and kissed her on the cheek. \n\n\"Good night Em, I love you.\" \n\n\"I love you too Slater.\" Emily closed her eyes and went right to sleep. \n\nSlater closed his eyes and found himself slipping into the darkness of sleep. \n\n \n\nWhen Slater woke, he could hear people talking in the hallway. He strained to listen so he could hear what they were saying. Then he figured it out. Mom and Karen were looking for Emily. He smiled, looking down at his little sister all cuddled up to him sleeping soundly. \n\nWhen his door opened he put his index finger to his lips. Karen, surprise on her face, nodded and silently closed the door. The house quieted down and Slater closed his eyes once more. He couldn't go to sleep and he couldn't move. He was stuck there until Emily woke. So, he watched her sleep. He watched her eyes move as she dreamed. When they stopped moving, they opened looking up at him. \n\n\"Morning Slater,\" she said softly. \n\n\"Don't worry, everyone is already up,\" Slater told her with a wide smile on his face. \n\n\"Did they miss me?\" \n\n\"Is that why you came in here? Slater asked frowning. \n\n\"No, I came in here because...I love you.\" \n\n\"Ah, well, I love you too.\" \n\nEmily got up on her knees, looked down at Slater and leaning down kissed him on the cheek. Reaching up, Slater grabbed her head and kissed her on the cheek, then buzzed her on her neck. She laughed loudly and when Slater let her go she got off the bed. She stood there looking at him. She smiled. He smiled. She ran to the door and left his room. Smiling, Slater got out of bed and head to the bathroom. \n\nWhen Emily came into the kitchen, Mom looked at her. Karen looked at her. Dad looked at her. \n\n\"Did you sleep well?\" Mom asked. \n\n\"Un huh, Slater kept all the bad dreams away,\" she said softly. \n\n\"Good,\" Eileen said pouring her some cereal and milk. \n\nKaren leaned over and kissed Emily on the cheek. Emily smiled at her big sister and started to eat. The two boys were finished and in the living room watching TV quietly. Dad was with them sitting in his chair watching his boys watch TV. Slater sat at the table leaned over Emily and kissed Karen's cheek. She giggled just like Emily would. Mom came around and put a plate down in front of him. Bacon and eggs with some chunks of cantaloupe. He smiled up at her. She leaned down and kissed his cheek. \n\n\"Thank mom,\" he said softly. \n\nMom sat with a plate in front of her and bowed her head for a second or so. She then began to eat. Karen was just finishing. Picking up her plate she rinsed it and put it and the flatware in the dishwasher. She then went into the living room and sat, watching the children. \n\n\"Well Emily, what would you and boys like to do today?\" Mom asked. \n\n\"I would like to go swimming this morning if Slater and Karen will take us,\" Emily said looking at Slater. \n\nSlater smiled at her, then looked at his mom. Eileen smiled, nodding. \n\n\"As soon as you have finished, you will have to wait half an hour though,\" Mom said. \"If you are finished go sit quietly with your brothers.\" \n\n\"Thank you Mom, Slater,\" Emily said sliding down out of her chair. \n\nShe walked quietly and sat down with her brothers. Eileen grabbed Slater's arm. \n\n\"Thank you so much. You have really been a good influence on your brothers and sister.\" \n\n\"You're welcome mom,\" Slater said smiling and blushing. \n\nEileen got up, came around to where Slater was sitting and kissed him on the cheek. \n\n\"I love you,\" she whispered in his ear. \n\n\"I love you too, mom,\" whispered Slater. \n\nSlater sat alone at the table eating slowly and thinking. Tonight would be the last night they were here, tomorrow they would be leaving for home. In another two weeks, Karen and Slater would be leaving to attend college. Slater was looking forward to college, but he wasn't looking forward to being apart from Karen or his mother, now that he had found how he loved them so much and they love him so much. \n\nOnce he finished his breakfast, he rinsed the dish he was using and put it in the dishwasher. Turning, he saw Emily looking at him. She had a big smile on her face. Slater smiled at her. \n\n\"All right, anyone who wants to go swimming, go get your suits on, pronto,\" Slater shouted. \n\nAll three of the children jumped up and went running for the bathroom, to get their suits. Karen got up off the couch, smiled at her brother and headed to get her suit on. Eileen followed her. Dad got up and went out on the porch to wait for everyone. \n\nWhen the bathroom was empty, Slater went in, grabbed his suit and stripped to put it on. He jumped, just a little, as the door opened and his mom came in, smiling wickedly at him. \n\n\"Mom,\" Slater said laughing. \n\n\"God you are gorgeous,\" Eileen said grabbing her son's cock. \n\n\"And you are pretty enough to wear a bikini,\" Slater said squeezing her boob. \n\n\"You think so?\" \n\n\"I do.\" \n\nTurning Slater grabbed one of Karen's off the rack and handed it to his mom. She took it looking at how skimpy it was. She shook her head, then pulled off her one-piece suit and hurried to put on the bikini. Slater helped her, his cock hard as a rock. Eileen grabbed it, giving it a squeeze. Slater groaned as she slipped out the door. Slater grabbed a towel putting it in front of his bulge and went into the living room. His mom was standing in the middle of the room, looking out the door. \n\nWhat she had on wasn't the first bikini she ever wore while up at the lake, but it was the skimpiest. She actually felt naked standing there looking out through the screen door. \n\n\"You look, wonderful Mom,\" Slater whispered. \n\n\"Thank you, sweetheart,\" Eileen replied. \n\nTaking a deep breath, she went out on the porch. \n\n\"Wow,\" Dad said when he saw his wife. \n\n\"Do you like this?\" Eileen asked. \n\n\"I do, I do,\" replied Jordan. \n\n\"Mom, you look wonderful in my suit,\" Karen called from the shore where she and the kids were playing while they waited for everyone. \n\n\"Thank you, dear,\" Eileen replied blushing as she walked out to the water. \n\nSlater was right behind her. Her ass was almost all the way exposed. He couldn't keep his eyes off her as he walked. He went right straight into the water until he was up to his shoulders. He had the towel up over his head now, he had almost forgotten he had it in his hands. \n\nOnce out at the raft, Slater and Karen took turns with the kids in the water. They let mom just take in the sun up top. When Slater took a turn up top with his mom, he couldn't help himself, but just had to stare at her. Even though he had seen her naked many times, she looked so sexy in Karen's small bikini. \n\n\"I'm going to miss these times with you and Karen,\" Eileen said. \n\n\"I am to mom,\" replied Slater. \n\nBoth of them smiled at each other, then just sat relaxing in the sun. They were both splashed by the kids coming up on the raft to rest. They were all out of breath and laughing. Karen was the last one up. They all sat or lay on the raft for a long time. Then Mom got up and dove in the water and swam to shore. \n\nSlater watched her as she ran up the shore to the porch. Grabbing a towel, she dried off, grabbed Dad's hand and pulled him inside. Slater smiled as he dropped his head back down and closed his eyes. He felt a kiss on his cheek. When he opened his eyes there was Emily, smiling down at him. He smiled up at her pulling her down next to him. \n\n\"I love you, Slater,\" she said. \n\n\"I love you too Em,\" Slater replied. \n\nHe heard Karen giggle. Then the boys giggled. Then the boys were up and wanting back in the water. Slater went to get up, but Karen beat him to it. \n\n\"Don't you want to go back in the water?\" Slater asked Emily. \n\n\"No. I rather sit here with you,\" she said. \n\n\"Why?\" \n\n\"Because I'm afraid,\" she said softly. \n\n\"What are you afraid of?\" \n\n\"I don't want to talk about it now, maybe later,\" Emily said. \n\n\"Okay. Are you cold?\" \n\n\"No. Just frightened,\" Emily whispered. \n\nSlater gathered her in his arms and held her. Slowly she relaxed and stopped shivering. Slater realized that she was sleeping. He held his little sister in his arms gently rocking with the raft. The boys climbed back up on the raft. When they came up the ladder Slater shushed them. They kept quiet as they settled down. Karen came up, looking at Slater. He just frowned at her as he held Emily. \n\nKaren went to his side looking down at her sister. She looked up at Slater her face full of questions. Slater shook his head and just held his little sister gently. Karen leaned in and kissed Slater on the cheek. Moving away, she quietly spoke to the boys. The lay down. She covered them with a towel and they closed their eyes. Slater turned toward the house when he heard the screen door slam. His mom was heading their way. Slater signaled for her to be quiet. \n\nShe nodded as she walked into the water. She walked until she was shoulder deep, then struck out in a silent sidestroke. She made it to the raft in scant minutes. She gently climbed up the ladder. The boys popped their heads up, but Karen gently pressed them down. Eileen looked at Emily with concern. Slater reflected that concern. Eileen sat next to Slater, kissing him on the cheek. It was very peaceful. Then a powerboat went by and the raft started to rock and roll. \n\nEmily woke up screaming. Slater hugged her gently. Mom leaned over and whispered in her ear. She clawed at her mother, wrapping her arms around Eileen's neck. \n\n\"What's the matter, sweetheart?\" Eileen asked softly. \n\nEmily was crying. Karen and the boys were close by wondering what was wrong with their little sister. Eileen was cradling Emily, who was looking desperately into her eyes. Eileen kissed her cheeks and forehead, telling her she was okay, that they all loved her. She wept even more. \n\n\"Slater can you pulled mom into shore while she holds Emily?\" Karen asked. \n\n\"Of course, no problem.\" \n\n\"Good, I'll handle the boys. Carl, Troy, in the water please, we are going ashore.\" \n\nThe two boys got in the water. Karen went down the ladder waiting at the bottom for Eileen to come down. She helped her remain above the water until Slater told her to lie on his back. Then he slowly towed her into shore. Karen and the boys followed. There were no shenanigans on the way in by the boys. They seemed generally concerned about their sister. \n\nOnce ashore, Eileen went to the porch, sat down and rocked with Emily in her arms. She was quiet now but was still sobbing. Slater sat next to mom, looking at his little sister. \n\n\"Emily, can you tell me what's the matter?\" he asked. \n\n\"No, not now. Please.\" \n\nSlater nodded. He looked up at Eileen. He nodded at her. Pointing in the house, Karen and him took the two boys in to get them into dry clothes. Eileen sat with Emily holding her daughter with gentle hands and gently kissing her face. Emily didn't pull away or push her away. \n\n\"Can you tell me, Emily?\" Eileen said. \n\n\"Yes.\" \n\n\"Now?\" \n\n\"I have bad dreams.\" \n\n\"What about dear?\" Mom asked. \n\n\"That daddy isn't with us any longer,\" Emily said. \n\nEileen gasped. A single tear rolled out of her eye and down her cheek falling on Emily's nose. Emily looked up at her mom with fright in her eyes. Eileen was now crying as she looked down at her perceptive daughter. \n\n\"Emily, I have something to tell you that you can't tell the boys. Your daddy is very sick,\" Eileen said. \n\n\"I know. I have heard you talking to Slater and Karen. When?\" she asked surprising Eileen. \n\n\"He's been sick for awhile now.\" \n\n\"No, when?\" \n\n\"Not much longer dear. I don't really know when exactly.\" \n\n\"I'm so sad, for you, and us,\" Emily croaked as her mother hugged her crying. \"Go. Go be with daddy. I have Slater and Karen to watch over me,\" Emily said causing her mother to cry even harder. \n\nEmily crawled out of mom's lap and pulled on her to get up. Eileen got up, opened the door and ran to the bedroom. Slater and Karen looked at her as she was crying and trying to run. Slater got up and went outside. Emily was sitting on the lounge crying silently. He sat next to. \n\n\"What happened?\" he asked. \n\n\"Mom told me,\" said Emily. \n\n\"Told you what, dear?\" \n\n\"That dad is dying,\" Emily whimpered. \n\nSlater picked her up and held her in his lap. He started to cry. Emily reached up and stroked his cheek. \n\"Everything will be okay,\" said Emily to her big brother which just made him cry all the more. \n\nEmily and Slater sat there a very long time. Each lost in their own thoughts. Each holding the other tightly. When Karen came out she just handed him a soda. She ducked back in quickly. Slater shared the soda with Emily. She thanked him, kissing his cheek. Both of them had stopped crying. \n\n\"Would you like to go in the house,\" asked Slater. \n\n\"No. Can I go play in the sand?\" \n\n\"Yes, of course. Don't go too far out in the water though.\" \n\n\"I won't dear,\" Emily told him. \n\nSlater chuckled as she watched her saunter down to the water's edge. She sat down in the water and looked out over the lake. Small waves lapped over her legs. Emily giggled each time they did. Slater was once again crying. He heard the door open. Karen was sitting beside him. She kissed his ear. \n\n\"What happened?\" she whispered. \n\nSlater shook his head as he looked into Karen's eyes. She saw the tears. She gasped. \n\n\"No! Not here?\" she gasped softly. \n\n\"No.\" \n\nEmily looked around at them. Karen frowned at her. Emily giggled. \n\n\"Tell her Slater,\" Emily said turning back to look out over the lake. \n\nSlater was crying harder now. Karen hugged him. She knew now too. Her little sister had guessed and been told by mom. She started to cry also. \n\nTo be continued..."
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"value": "### Title: Hotbeds Ch. 14\n\n### Tags: mother, daughter, teacher, adventure\n\n### Characters\n\n**Narrator**: The protagonist of the story, a prep school teacher who engages in sexual adventures with various women, including Melanie, her sister Miranda, and their mother Joanna. The narrator is reflective and introspective, recalling his experiences with a sense of nostalgia and affection.\n\n**Joanna**: The mother of Melanie and Miranda, Joanna is a mature, voluptuous woman who has been neglected by her husband Geoffrey. She is initially hesitant but eventually embraces her sexuality with the narrator, finding a renewed sense of self-worth and pleasure.\n\n**Melanie**: A young woman who has a periodic issue preventing intercourse with the narrator. She is in a relationship with a boyfriend who she decides to give another chance, leading to her absence in the story.\n\n**Miranda**: Melanie's sister, with whom the narrator has a sexual encounter. She is mentioned briefly as having spent a weekend with a young man, leaving Joanna and the narrator to spend time together.\n\n**Geoffrey**: Joanna's husband, who left her for a younger woman. He is described as selfish and unappreciative of Joanna's sexual needs, contributing to her feelings of inadequacy.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe narrative begins with the narrator, a prep school teacher, reflecting on his sexual adventures in the 1950s and 1960s. After spending a weekend with Miranda, he finds himself in the company of Joanna, the mother of Melanie and Miranda. Melanie had arranged to pick him up but is unable to due to her relationship with her boyfriend. Joanna, initially hesitant, agrees to spend the weekend with the narrator.\n\nAs they drive together, the narrator expresses his desire for a deeper connection with Joanna, who is initially reluctant due to her self-perceived age and appearance. The narrator persists, and Joanna eventually opens up to his advances. They share intimate moments in the car, leading to Joanna's emotional and physical arousal. The narrator's gentle and attentive lovemaking helps Joanna rediscover her sexuality and self-worth, which had been diminished by her husband Geoffrey's neglect and eventual abandonment.\n\nThroughout the weekend, the narrator and Joanna engage in various sexual activities, each time deepening their connection and Joanna's confidence. Joanna reveals her past experiences with Geoffrey, highlighting his lack of attention and understanding of her needs. The narrator, in contrast, is patient and caring, exploring different ways to please Joanna and helping her achieve multiple orgasms. Their relationship evolves from purely physical to emotional, with Joanna confessing her love for the narrator. However, practical considerations and an age difference lead Joanna to decline the narrator's proposal of marriage. Their final encounter is marked by a tender and compassionate lovemaking session, where Joanna performs oral sex on the narrator, symbolizing their deep connection and the narrator's lasting impact on her life. The story concludes with the narrator leaving for a teaching position, marking the end of their physical relationship but not the emotional bond they shared."
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"value": "*CHAPTER 14: THE MOTHER \n\n \n\nIntroduction: The sexual adventures of a prep school teacher in the 1950s and 1960s. Chapter 12 turned out not to be the last, because two more chapters were needed to deal with the sister and the mother of Melanie, the girl from Chapter 12. Chapter 13 recounted the sex with her sister. Now Chapter 14, and last, covers the final adventure.* \n\n \n\nChapter 13 closed on the Sunday morning of my weekend with Miranda. She and I had that night together, but I have described my experience with her sufficiently. Perhaps because of its sweetness and my sense of the end of an era in my life, I have been looking forward to writing about my time with Joanna. \n\nMelanie ran me back to the school after my two nights with her sister. Melanie and I could not have intercourse because she was still periodic. But she promised she would collect me again the next Saturday evening, and then we would see. \n\nHowever, it was not Melanie but Joanna who was driving when the car pulled up beside me. As I got in beside her, she switched off the engine, gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, 'Bad news, I'm afraid. From your point of view, anyway. Mel has gone to Oxford. Her boyfriend begged her to take him back, and she decided to give him another chance. I told her you would understand.' \n\n'Of course,' I said. 'I hope they make a go of it.' \n\n'That partly depends on whether he's willing to make love as she tells him.' \n\nI made no comment, and she went on, 'Manda got an invitation to spend a weekend a few miles away with a young man she met recently. I urged her to go, because I think she rather likes him. So, you'd probably like to stay here, or do something else this weekend.' \n\nWas that a question or a statement? I said, 'You know, Joanna, what I'd really like is to go home with you.' \n\n'Well,' she said, 'Of course, you're welcome. The weather is good. We could have some walks, and I can cook some nice meals, probably better than the ones you get here.' \n\n'Those things would be good,' I said, 'But I was hoping we might get closer than walking and eating together.' \n\nShe shot a glance at me, looked away and said, 'What do you mean?' \n\nI said, 'You know what I mean.' \n\nShe looked me in the face intently. 'You don't mean it.' \n\nI picked up her hand from her lap and held it. 'You know I do mean it.' \n\n'But I'm an old woman, fat and past it.' She was, however, beginning to tremble and her voice was quavery. \n\nI put down her hand and made to slip my hand under the hem of her cashmere jumper. \n\n'What are you doing?' She asked. \n\n'I'm trying to get my hand up your sweater, because I want to feel your breasts.' \n\n'You mustn't do that,' she said, but her trembling increased. \n\n'Would you like me to, though?' I asked and persisted with the sweater. \n\nShe said nothing, but did not prevent me, and she didn't pull away when I leaned across the handbrake to kiss her. Her lips were full, soft and responsive. \n\nMy hand burrowed under the lower edge of a bra-cup and was soon clasping a full, heavy breast, and relishing the big, stiffening nipple. \n\nSuddenly I realised her bosom was actually heaving in my grasp, and she withdrew her mouth, because tears were running down her cheeks. \n\n'Oh, Joanna,' I said, 'I didn't want to upset you.' I withdrew my hand. \n\n'You have no idea how long it is since someone did anything like that,' she sobbed. 'Since someone wanted me.' \n\n'I want you very much,' I said. 'Your girls are delightful and I loved being with them, but you are a mature, beautiful woman. I have thought so much about you since we met.' \n\n'You really do mean it?' \n\n'You know I do.' \n\n'Since Geoffrey left, only one man wanted me, and he just used me. I felt nothing.' \n\nI ran my hand up under her tweed skirt. In those days, before tights or pantyhose, the hand slipped over the stocking and came onto bare thigh, and encountered the suspenders. In some positions these actually held open the knicker-leg, the elastic of which came next. \n\nAs my hand reached her thigh, Joanna trapped it through the skirt and said, 'You mustn't go in there.' \n\n'Why not? Are you having your period?' \n\n'Oh no,' she said, 'All that's over. It's just rather wet.' \n\n'Wonderful!' I said, 'It shows you're excited.' \n\n'Geoffrey used to say it was like diving into a swimming pool.' \n\n'But I'm longing to dive in,' I said, and I pressed on with my hand, to find that her ribbed knickers were, indeed, soaking. Then I slipped my fingers in and found them enmeshed in slippery wet hair. \n\nHer trembling became shuddering as I probed about in her vulva. \n\n'You'd better stop,' she said, 'Or I'll have an organasm.' \n\nI had homed in on her clitoris and she was writhing with the pleasure of it. \n\n'Why not?' I said, 'It would be delightful,' and I caressed that little, or not so little, spur nestling at the top of the forested, flooded vulva. \n\nShe reached for me, clamped her lips to mine and rocked her pelvis back and forth, shaking, and panting though her nose, till she went rigid and let out a long, deep sigh. \n\nFortunately, there had been no traffic or pedestrians along that twilit lane. \n\nAs she calmed, I removed my hand, which was well coated in her sweet goo, and she said, 'I told you I got wet. I used to be very quick like that, too. Geoffrey didn't like that. He wanted to finish first himself, and I could come along afterwards, provided he went on with my cloritis. But he got bored with that, and I had to do it myself. He didn't like that, either. Eventually he didn't go into me at all. He mansturbated on me.' \n\nHer daughters' amusing versions of sexual terminology clearly originated with their mother, as they had told me. But if the language was amusing, the account of her marital intercourse was not. \n\n'I gather Geoffrey left and moved in with his mistress,' I said. \n\n'Yes, he did. He said she was tighter and didn't squelch. Of course, she was half my age, and hadn't had two children.' \n\n'Since then you've had to take care of yourself, then.' \n\n'Yes, but it's not so good. Mind you, Geoffrey had stopped paying attention well before he went, so the monsturbating started earlier.' I liked 'mons-turbating,' which was clearly the term for female self-help, while, suitably, 'mans-turbating' covered male activity. \n\n'Joanna, I'm desperate to go into you, and I want to attend to your clitoris for as long as you can keep coming.' \n\n'We'd best get off home, then,' she said, smiling, but as we motored she proposed we took our time, had a meal, relaxed and then settled for the night. I readily agree. But I also asked if I could see her bottom before she started and a petticoat and there were the damp, beige-coloured viyella knickers, tight over the bulging cheeks. \n\nEagerly I pulled the knickers down and rejoiced at the size and roundedness. I stroked and licked with a fierce tenderness. \n\n'Geoffrey said I had an arse like a donkey. He thought it was funny to say I had the arse of an ass.' \n\n'What you have,' I said, 'Is the magnificent arse of a voluptuous woman, and I'm longing to enter you under it.' \n\n'Geoffrey never did that. I don't think he ever thought of it, and he wouldn't have wanted so. But now I'm going to pop upstairs and tidy up.' \n\nShe stood and took the knickers off, and I took them from her and buried my nose in them. The musky, salty, vaginal scent was, as I said, 'Intoxicating.' \n\n'None ever said that about my pants before,' she said, taking them and smiling. \n\nShe stood close to me, looking up and smiling, and a great tenderness swept through me. Her abundant pepper-and-salt coloured hair hung round her face. Her dark eyes had crow's feet at the corners and her lips were wide and dark red, without make-up. I was moved that this wonderful, mature woman was willing, no keen, to let me make love to her, admire her, pay tribute to her ripe beauty. I took her in my arms for a long, patient kiss. \n\nWithout haste she cooked us a light dinner, and we drank our coffee in the sitting-room. Then I washed up while she went upstairs to the bathroom. I felt exultant, a little daunted at the challenge of giving satisfaction to a woman who apparently came easily but had had no lover for a decade or more. \n\nUpstairs I entered the third bedroom I had been in and found her sitting in a silk dressing-gown on the edge of a double-bed with the covers neatly folded back. It was warm and there was a scent of talcum power. \n\n'Let me watch you undress,' she said, 'I haven't seen a naked man for so long I've almost forgotten what one looks like.' \n\nFacing her, close to, I slowly took off my clothes. She stood and ran her hands over my chest and stomach, turned me round and ran them down my back. She patted my bum, turned me back, and said shyly, 'May I?' Taking my half-erected cock in her hand. Of course it became fully hard as she gently squeezed it. \n\n'May I?' I asked, loosening the belt of the gown, and she nodded. \n\nShe was bare-breasted but wearing clean knickers. She said, 'I was getting wet again, you see.' \n\nI took the gown off her and we embraced and kissed. When that stopped, she said, 'You could go into me, but it may a bit loose.' \n\nGently I manoeuvred her backwards onto the bed and stood back to enjoy the view. \n\nHer heavy breasts flattened a little and hung outwards. The dark red nipples were long and the areolas enormous. Her stomach was rounded, her navel deep. Beneath, lay that dark, tangled jungle, with the half-hidden glen into which the intrepid traveller might venture. \n\nI knelt on the bed and spread her legs, watching her vulva. The lips parted a little. Her entrance was clear, and, yes, oozing. I lay down between her legs and applied my lips to her dark-red, out-turned. They tasted of soap, musk and salt. \n\n'Ooh! That's so nice!' She said wonderingly. 'But isn't it a bit, well, disgusting?' \n\nRemoving my mouth a moment, I said, 'No, indeed. You've had a wash and it's a privilege to do it, and very exciting if the lady enjoys it.' \n\n'That's what you did with my little Melanie, isn't it?' She asked. \n\n'Yes. But I've only just started. I want to suck your lovely clit, like this.' I wrapped my lips round the top of the crease and sought the clitoris with my tongue. \n\n'So soft!' She said. 'Oh! That's lovely. I didn't know this could happen.' \n\nHer clitoris was tumescent but pointing down the vulva, which meant I could suck it out of the labial folds, and slip my tongue-tip under its little glans. She responded instantly, lifting her mons and trembling in anticipation of orgasm. I quickly thrust three fingers into her vagina, and after at most two minutes, as the trembling increased, she said, 'The feeling's coming. It's nearly - ooooh!' \n\nI rested my cheek on her stomach. She stroked my hair and made little murmuring sounds, and after a while said, 'That's different from monsturbating. Much nicer. Don't you want to go into my vangina now?' \n\n'Not yet,' I said, 'There's plenty of time for that. Meantime I'm wondering if you can come again.' \n\n'Oh yes,' she said, 'I can usually do several organasms.' \n\nI resumed my attentions to her vulva, and slowly moving to her clitoris, which had relaxed a little but soon came erect again. This time she came even more quickly, and, I guessed, more intensely. \n\nBy now she was extravagantly wet and my face was covered in that, salty, slightly ammoniac, yet almost sweet, glaze, and I reached for her knickers to wipe myself, and her. \n\n'Please go into me now,' she said. 'I would like you to be in there.' \n\nI was soon leaning over her and feeling for her entry with my penis end. It slipped in and slid all the way. \n\n'Is it too big?' She asked. 'Does it hold you enough?' \n\n'If this is swimming,' I said, 'Let me never stop. Yes, it's a bit loose, but there are many ways of dealing with that.' \n\n'Tell me what to do,' she said. \n\n'Well, you can put your hand down over your entrance and let me go through your fingers. Yes, like that. One of the joys of that is that you're going to make me come. Yes, move your hand like that round me.' \n\n'Geoffrey would never have asked me to do this,' she said. \n\n'More fool he.' \n\n'Are you going to \"come\"? That's the word, isn't it?' She asked. \n\n'That's right, and I am going to come, yes. Do that with your hand. Yes, just like that. That's delicious.' \n\n'You're getting even harder. Does that mean you're coming?' \n\n'Yes!' I shouted. 'Now!' And I thrust through her hand, deep into her cunt. It felt as if I were emptying into a warm, health-giving, well. \n\n'That was so exciting,' she said. 'I was really doing it, wasn't I? I could feel you coming with my fingers, and then it was happening inside me.' \n\nI slipped out of her, slid myself down the bed, and once again felt for her clit with my lips and tongue, taking her by surprise. Till, as I had suspected would happen, the stimulus of my coming brought her erect, and she was ready yet again to come, and did so with a gurgling cry. \n\n'That's all I can do for now,' she said. 'But can you come again? Geoffrey never did it twice at one time. Occasionally he did it night and morning, but that was all.' \n\n'I need to rest a little now,' I said, 'But I haven't forgotten about going into you from the back. In a while the sight of your bottom will get me ready again.' \n\n'Do you know,' she said, 'This is a bit like being a virgin again. I feel as if what I did with Geoffrey didn't count really. Of course it brought me my lovely girls, but I always felt there must be more than what he and I did together. He seemed almost angry when he did it, as if he resented wanting me at all. Perhaps he didn't want me, but he wanted sex. What he wanted in the end, apparently, was that girl in London.' \n\nWe settled into a loose embrace and talked a little. Then fell asleep, and when I woke up I was looking into her eyes, which were full of affection. \n\n'Joanna,' I said, 'I can't think of a greater joy than to wake up like this.' \n\n'Are you ready again, then?' She laughed. 'I think you are. You just looked at my boosooms and went hard.' \n\n'Are you ready again, too?' I asked. \n\n'I think I might be,' she said. \n\n'Well, talking of your boosooms,' I said, 'I've neglected them so far, but they might like some attention,' and I moved down the bed to bring my mouth to the left one, while my left hand sought out the right nipple. \n\nBoth nipples speedily erected and she said, 'I never realised the tongue was so useful for making love.' \n\nI stopped sucking a moment. 'Don't tell me Geoffrey didn't suck your nipples.' \n\n'Obviously I don't need to tell you that. He would have thought that was for babies.' \n\n'You have the most amazing nipples,' I said, 'So long and hard. Delicious.' \n\n'Geoffrey -' she began. \n\n'Geoffrey didn't like them. Yes? He wouldn't have. They were too big and frightening,' I suggested. \n\n'In the end he wanted me to keep my bra on,' she told me. \n\n'Aha!' I said, feeling into her vulva, 'You're beginning to flow again. So, good-bye boosooms for now.' \n\nI wriggled down to get my mouth to her clit again, and caressed it with my lips. It swelled between them, and within two minutes she was on the brink of orgasm. \n\n'Wait a minute,' she panted. 'If you go in from the back and I touch my cloritis I shall come and we could do it together, couldn't we? That would be so good.' \n\nShe was soon on her knees, head down, offering her extravagant spread of bottom.' \n\nBetween those abundant cheeks her whole cleavage was glistening with love-juice, and her vagina was open. As I brought my penis to it, she reached back with a hand between her legs to guide me in, and as I skated home she tucked a couple of fingers in alongside. \n\n'If I do this I can feel you come and rub my cloritis at the same time,' she said. \n\nNo further suggestion was needed. I eased in and out slowly, and she moved her hand a little back and forth, so her fingers slid against my cock, and, I could feel, against her clit. \n\n'Are you coming?' She asked. 'I'm coming. Come with me!' \n\nShe jabbed her fingers in as I delved into her depths. My semen burst forth as she clenched her bottom in another orgasm. \n\nWe collapsed sideways and lay panting, still joined. She withdrew her fingers and moved her hand to hold me as I shrank and slipped out. This was curiously comforting. She was certainly using her imagination and extending her experience. \n\n'That was very wonderful,' she said, 'Coming together like that. So much I didn't know about. When you said you wanted me I hardly dared hope we could do things like this.' \n\n'Joanna,' I said, 'You are not only learning fast but becoming a superb lover. It is such a delight to be making love with you.' \n\nWe were now both spent for the moment, so slept again. \n\nWe didn't make love when we woke, knowing we had a day and a night, without discussion agreeing to save ourselves for later. \n\nWe walked, ate, drank coffee, then ate, drank coffee, walked, drank tea, ate dinner. It rained on us in the afternoon, but we were glowing with enjoyment of our time together and hardly noticed. \n\nSoon enough we were back in her bedroom, and I was undressing her, relishing the removal of every garment. As I undressed, she lay on the bed and said, 'Before my menopause I used to get even wetter. I was ashamed about it, but now I'm not.' \n\n'Quite right,' I said, 'It's part of being a woman, a woman being herself with a man.' \n\n'Look,' she said, 'It's already coming out of me. I can feel my vangina getting ready, and I would very much like it to make you come without my hand.' \n\n'You shall, Cinders,' I said. 'Let me lie on my back and you straddle me.' \n\nWe moved suitably and she said, 'Like this?' \n\n'Yes. Get your cunt over my cock, lower yourself and guide me.' \n\n'I think that's a very rude word, isn't it? I've never used it, but now I'm going to say it, because it makes me feel very sexual. I've got a cunt. I'm going to put you into my cunt. You're going to come in my cunt. Here you go, into my cunt.' \n\n'Oh, that's perfect,' I said, 'Deep in your cunt. It's so hot and wet. I feel as if my whole body is inside you.' \n\n'Shall I go up and down, like this?' She asked. \n\n'Yes, but lean back a little. Like that, yes. That makes you a bit tighter, and I can also get my fingers to your clit, like this.' \n\n'So you can,' she said. 'I've never been on top of a man, like this. It makes me feel as if I'm in control. I can go up and down and take you into and out of my cunt. Oh yes, that's nice, your holding my bottom, as well.' \n\n'You are in control, Joanna,' I said. 'You can make me cum like that. But it would be good if you came, too. So, tell me if I'm touching your clit the right way, and then tell me if you're going to come, and clench your bottom, and I'll come.' \n\n'That's another word I like, \"clit.\" Short for \"clitoris,\" then, not \"cloritis\" at all \n\n'Whatever it's called,' I said, 'It's a gem. It's big and hard and I love it.' \n\n'It loves you. And it's going to come. Yes, it is. I want to go faster, is that right? I'm sure it is. Clenching my bottom now! That feels right. Here I come. I'm coming! Are you coming? Yes, yes, I can feel you in my cunt.' \n\nI clutched her bottom tight and she leant further back as the orgasm rocked her, and we rode the wave for a long moment, till she collapsed onto my chest and we lay panting. \n\nAt last she said, 'It's a shame you're falling out. I can feel your spermen running out, too. I'm proud I could make you cum with my cunt like that.' \n\n'I would guess Geoffrey was a one-position only man, I said. \n\n'That's right. He wouldn't have wanted me to be in control.' \n\n'You were in cuntrol,' I said. 'A new word.' \n\nHer breasts were squeezed between us, the hard nipples pressing into my chest, and that sealed a time of such happiness I felt tearful. So when she raised her head to look into my face she said, 'Oh dear, your expression is so sad. Is something wrong?' \n'On the contrary,' I said, 'Everything is perfect.' \n\nAnd, indeed it was, and continued so, for the rest of the weekend, for the next weekend, and for all the weekends that I was not on duty, for the rest of the year. There were even a few times when one or other of the daughters were also at home, and without any awkwardness and with their blessing, Joanna and I enjoyed each other to the full. \n\nOnce more, and for the last time, then, I will describe a last encounter. My last love-making with Joanna. And it was love that we were making, for we had confessed as much, so that I had even taken the final step and proposed. I had a pleasant vision of our settling into a country cottage not too far from the grammar school I would be teaching in. But she had tactfully refused. There was not only an age difference but also there were practical problems. If she remarried Geoffrey's liberal allowance would vanish and she did not relish having to live on and assist her daughters out of a teacher's salary. The car would have to go for a start. Further, she would not find such a life sufficiently interesting, since we would not be in bed all the time, and even that might pall eventually. \n\nI gained a place on a teacher training course at a northern university (another reason for Joanna's reluctance to splice the knot), and gave a term's notice. So, in September I travelled from my parents' house and she picked me up from the nearest station. \n\nWe were relaxed together, regretful that we must part, but reconciled to doing so. The girls were absent, firmly affianced by this time and in employment in London. \n\nOur love-making was unhurried, more compassion than passion, but after she had come four times clitorally and I had come within her, she said, 'You know, there is one last thing. You have so often drunk my comings, but I have never drunk yours. You have filled my cunt but not my mouth. I have absorbed you into my womb, but not into my stomach. Is it possible to suck your spermen out of you?' \n\nI assured her that it certainly was, and that that would be a wonderful last event, and I lay on my back and she positioned herself to receive my penis between her lips. Her breasts rested against my stomach. She held my cock and took it into her mouth, resting it on her tongue. Then, tentatively at first, she moved her head up and down. My penis slid back and forth between her teeth or was pouched within a cheek. She sucked and licked with fervour and quite soon I was patting her shoulder to indicate I was about to come. \n\nShe sucked still harder and I spunked abundantly. She gulped and gulped, lips tight round my shaft to prevent leakage, and the whole ejaculate went down. Then she withdrew her mouth and slurped up any last residue. \n\n'Now I have you inside me again and anew,' she said. 'You will go into my blood and all round my body. Some of you will always now be in me, through my vangina and throat.' \n\nNext day she ran me to the station. We kissed decorously and shook hands. \n\nMy life changed. A few months later I was a secondary teacher. \n\nOf course, my sexual adventures continued. Perhaps I will record them in due course."
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"value": "Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual so please feel free to leave me a comment in the comment box at the end of the story! You see those big empty stars down there as well? Did you want to maybe fill them up? We don't want them empty and all alone like that. You're not a monster are you? \n\nAlso, please don't post this on any other site without my explicit permission. I've had to bring the hammer down on two thieves right as of writing and don't want to bring it down again. \n\nCodes: MF, FF, MFF, Cons, Oral, \n\nAuthor: Blackjack \n\nCelebrity: Natalie Dormer and Emilia Clarke \n\nAuthor's Note: So, I know it's no longer Comic-Con or Valentine's Day but it's been sitting on my Google Drive for way too long. \n\n \n\nAs the son of one of the principle directors of photography on Game of Thrones, I had a lot of chances to go and see all sorts of beautiful scenes, some awesome Facebook photos from it and also a very full passport. Now I was walking under a tarp ceiling towards a makeshift catering hall with one of the gorgeous costars in tow with me.\"It's your birthday today?\" Emilia Clarke, mother of dragons, asked. Folding her arms casually under her chest, though her breasts were obscured by the quick change of clothing after the scenes had been shot, Emilia tilted her head to the side slightly. Looking me up and down, Emilia smirked and shook her head slightly. \"I can't believe I didn't know that!\" She playfully punched me on the upper arm before going back to grabbing some of her food and seeming to motion for me to follow her over. \n\nSo, I did. \n\nGrabbing my own plate of food and followed her over to the white row of plastic tables where the catering department was. The plate I had was filled with salad and a singular chicken breast, something nice and light but enough to give me a filling lunch as well. There was a soft sound of the ocean lapping at the side of the film set and the sun was slowly starting to set, though there was still a lot of filming left done in the day. Taking a seat opposite her, I took a mouthful of lettuce from my salad as Emilia continued. \n\n\"So, like every Valentine's Day you get a double treat in it being your birthday and Valentine's Day?\" \n\n\"Well, I don't always have a date on Valentine's Day but yeah, sometimes.\" I answered, stabbing my fork into a tomato and then feeding myself with it. Looking over at the beautiful star of TV, still in her Daenerys wig so she can get straight back to shooting for the hit TV show. \n\n\"How can a cute guy like you not have a date?\" A third voice, one belonging to Natalie Dormer, who also played Margaery Tyrell on the show, having her own plate full of salad as she took a seat next to her costar. The two never shared a scene together but the locations were very similar. Anyone who would be trying to snoop a shot of the film set would definitely be getting an interesting shot from seeing the two together. \n\n\"Well, thanks for the compliment.\" I said with a smile but also, she got a similar shrug of my shoulders. \"I guess most women don't see me as cute as you do Miss Dormer.\" When she rolled her eyes at that comment, I was about to explain but Emilia beat me to it. \n\n\"I've explained we don't go by our surnames but he won't get it.\" Emilia smiled over to Natalie as she pulled a spare chair back and took a seat next to Emilia and between me and the other actress on the hit show. Emilia looked over to me, then back to Natalie and then back to me again. \"Guess what though... It's his birthday today too!\" \n\nNatalie made a soft, shocked sort of sound before looking to me. Another soft punch was directed at my shoulder as Natalie seemed equally as unimpressed that I hadn't told the girls about my birthday. \n\n\"Why didn't you tell any of us?\" Natalie said, leaning back in her chair, her breasts bouncing slightly at the sudden jolt. She reached up and fiddled with the strap of the brilliant blue dress before looking over at Emilia. \"Can you believe he didn't tell us?\" \n\n\"It is pretty shocking.\" Emilia said with a playful smirk on her face, shaking her head from side to side in a mean of mock disappointment. \"We're three of the only people not needed on set tomorrow and you didn't think to tell us? We could have done something!\" Emilia said, her voice getting more and more exasperated with my lack of openness. \n\n\"I mean... We still could? There's plenty of nightclubs out in the city, why don't we go and hit one of them up?\" Natalie said, looking around as more and more of the cast and crew started to fill out and head back to the set. I wasn't needed at all and by the sounds of what the two actresses were saying, they weren't needed either. Soon, it was just the three of us and one guy sitting a couple of tables away, headphones in and staring at his phone. \n\n\"That sounds like a great idea!\" Emilia said, looking over at me and Natalie, taking a mouthful of salad and moving to deal with more of her dinner. \"And if they are a bit rubbish then we can always go back to one of our rooms and just watch Netflix or something?\" Emilia added, swigging a mouthful of water before looking back to me. \"So are you in?\" \n\n\"I mean, sure?\" \n\n\"Great! It'll be fun!\" Natalie said with a grin. Looking back to Emilia, she reached into the small black handbag she had brought with her and pulled out a small wad of signed 8 x 10's. \"I hand these out if someone wants something signed and they don't have anything.\" Natalie explained as she flipped the photo over so that the front of the photo was facing down on the table. Scribbling down the address of her hotel and then a phone number, Natalie studied the back of it before offering a set of three small x's right at the bottom of the details. Pushing it back to me, Natalie nodded her head. \"There's our details. We should be free from what? Eight ish? Get a cab, we'll find the club and we can go party.\" \n\nAnd that, seemingly was that. \n\nThe two women continued to chat with me but as the afternoon continued to roll on, I was stuck not really being able to listen to the conversation and more thinking on what I was going to be going through when I got back to the mainland. Having said goodbye to my dad and some of the crew members I knew, I found myself on the ferry that took the cast and crew back to the mainland, while I would have wanted to chat with the women some more, I quickly found myself amongst mostly male members of the show. So, I took the time to use the ferry's free wifi and started to work on uploading some of the photos I had taken today. Uploading them to my various social media feeds, all set to private of course, I made sure to completely clear my phone of the photos, uploading them to the cloud before I put my phone right back into my jacket's pocket and simply rested against the side of the boat, my arms folding together as I watched out over to the seas. \n\nThe trip was a short, uneventful one and I was soon sitting in the back of a paid for car, one hired by the studio as my father would be getting a ride back with one of the other directors tonight. Riding back to the hotel, I quickly made my way up to my own room and suddenly, a wash of panic came over me. What the hell was I going to wear? Looking around, I rushed over to my small hard shelled suitcase, opened it up and quickly looked over the contents. Picking up a smart looking jacket, I tossed it to the other bed and then fished out a salmon coloured button up shirt and then a pair of slim fitting jeans. I only had some chelsea boots to go with the look but it was going to be enough. Even if I was partying with two of the stars of the popular TV show, I was going to appear at the odd one out anyway so if my clothing was slightly off then it wasn't like it would be the worst thing in the world. \n\nGetting the outfit completed, I carried them all on their hangers over to the bathroom and quickly hung them up on the handle behind the door to the bathroom. Walking over to the large mirror, I inspected my face, running my fingers through my thick, shaggy beard, looking almost similar to one of the Wild Folk from the show, I decided it would be a good idea to at least get my beard under control. Grabbing one of the clippers, I started to trim my beard down, chocolate locks of beard hair fell from my face and into the sink as I inspected my face. With a now much more trimmed beard, I plucked the glasses off of my face and folded the arms of them in into the glasses and looked back into the mirror, my emerald green eyes glistening slightly under the artificial lighting of the bathroom. \n\nMaking my way into the big, open shower cubicle, I went about showering myself, cleaning myself of the seaside dirt and grime that generally accumulated when you would be out by the sea. Washing myself with a bar of mint scented soap, I cleansed myself fully before washing my hair with another nice smelling bottle of shampoo. I worked my way all over my body, making sure to get every little bit of my skin just in case something did happen. Not that I was expecting it of course. I lifted my head up and made sure to wash away the parts of my face that had been shaven and with a significantly softer face, I ran my hands over my cheeks and jaw, scrubbing at the freshly cut part of my face, I made sure to clean it all completely before getting the usual spots of under my armpits and the general lower part of my body. \n\nDefinitely not expecting anything to happen of course. \n\nCompletely clean, I slipped out of the shower and moved back to the mirror, inspecting my face as I towelled off, I made sure to get myself absolutely dry before applying some deodorant and then liberally getting some of the nice aftershave that I had gotten as a gift from my father this morning. Completely dressed now, I made my way out back to the main bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of the bed with my suitcase on it, I slipped my shoes back on and then reached over to grab the bedside phone in my room. Keying in the number of the local taxi rink, I arranged a pick up for me to go to the hotel where Natalie and Emilia were staying. The prearranged fee wasn't that bad for me to pay for myself, so while I agreed to it, they let me know that the cab would be with me soon. Thanking them, I hung up and then looked at the back of Natalie's signed photo, seeing Natalie's personal number there, I reached down and keyed in her number, my fingers ever so slightly trembling from it. \n\nWhy were they doing that? I shouldn't be nervous, I had spoken to them both separately on several occasions and we were just going to be heading out to hang out together and maybe dance a little bit as well. Regardless, I needed to get the number dialled so I took a breath and finished dialling. Lifting the headset up to my ear, I waited for it to stop ringing when the sound of Natalie came on the other end. \n\n\"Hello?\" \n\n\"Natalie? Hi, it's Ben?\" \n\n\"Ben! Hi! Are you on your way?\" \n\n\"I'm just about to get picked up, are you both ready to go?\" \n\n\"Yeah, we're both ready, right Em?\" Natalie said, a voice off of the other side of the phone let her know that she was okay and ready to go as well. \"Yeah, we're ready to go. We'll see you soon birthday boy!\" Natalie added, hanging up the phone and making me feel like she was expecting something more to happen after this whole thing. I wasn't going to look forward for anything more than just a good night out though. The absolute worst case that could happen is that they were there to just make fun of me and I'd have to go back to the hotel feeling dejected. I could manage that though. So, checking my reflection one last time in the mirror, I turned around and made my way down to the lobby of the hotel, heading out to the car that was waiting for me on the outside. The driver was sitting on the outside of the car, looking at his phone but as soon as I made my presence known, he put his phone away and quickly got into a driving position. I got into the back and as the guy adjusted the mirror to look over at me before speaking. \n\n\"So where to?\" \n\n\"Can we head over to The King's Arms Hotel?\" I asked, looking into the reflection as the man raised an eyebrow. \n\n\"Another hotel?\" \n\n\"Yeah, I want to pick up some friends and then we're going to head off to a club afterwards.\" \n\nThe driver nodded. \n\n\"Sure, you got it boss.\" Pulling away from my hotel, the car travelled along the roads, making some good headway to the actual five star hotel that was afforded for the main cast of the show. The car pulled into the front and the guy looked out to the front door. Turning back to look at me, he cleared his throat gently. \"So, are they coming out or what?\" \n\n\"I'm not sure. I'll go check on them.\" I said, opening the door to the car and stepping out. \n\n\"Sure, I'll leave the metre running.\" He said, going back to looking at his phone. \n\nIgnoring that, I took the series of steps up to the foyer of the hotel, walking past the front door man and moving into the lobby. Looking around, I spotted that the hotel did have a bar and that was usually where most movie stars hung out. So, I made my way over to the bar, poking my head into look in and it was there that I saw a beautiful imagine. Sitting at the bar was both Emilia and Natalie who each had a drink in hand and were casually chatting with each other. Natalie was wearing a hot, little black dress, her long legs were covered by a set of stockings and she also had on a set of shiny black heels. Emilia was wearing a bright aqua blue dress with sleeves at the top of her arms, her legs were bare and she was also wearing a pair of heels though the heel wasn't as big as the ones on Natalie's. Emilia was the first to spot me, lifting a hand up to wave at me, Natalie looked over her shoulder and saw me there as well. The two women left their drinks and made their way over to me, each of them pressing their lips to each of my cheeks in a soft kiss, it raised some eyebrows from the men in the room but the two women didn't care. \n\nBoth of them linked their arms in mine and we left the hotel with me feeling a lot like a movie star in my own right as we headed down the steps towards the waiting car. The driver looked up and over at me and then, his jaw dropped. He practically ran out of the front of his car to open up the door for all three of us to get into the car. With Natalie on my left, I took the middle seat and Emilia was on my right, the three of us got our seatbelts clicked in and it was then that the driver got back into his seat and looked back up into the rear view mirror. \n\n\"So, where to?\" He asked, his eyes moving over to look at both Emilia and then Natalie, the mirror being adjusted several times, almost as if he wanted to look up their skirts. The two women both seemed like they were ready to deal with it though, their hands coming down and pressing at the front of the dresses to stop him from seeing up them both. \n\n\"San Junipero.\" Emilia answered, her eyes looking up into the mirror. She had a look on her face that seemed to suggest that she knew exactly what the guy was trying to do. \"Do you know where that is?\" She asked, her head tilting to the side slightly. \n\n\"Yeah, yeah I know it.\" He said, his gaze going back to the road as he pulled out and we made our way over to the nightclub. It was a trendy little place on one of the side corners of the street. There were a series of lights high above the ground and while the outside of the club did have a tacky neon sign, it looked like a pretty high end club. There were a couple of cars that were stuck in the rink outside of the club and the drivers were all chatting amongst themselves. The car came to a stop and the driver turned around to look at us both. \"So, when did you want picking up?\" \n\nEmilia looked at her phone before looking at me and Natalie. \"Say a couple of hours?\" \n\n\"Yeah, that should be enough.\" Natalie confirmed, the two beautiful women looked at me for an answer. \n\n\"Yeah, pick us up in two hours?\" \n\n\"You got it boss.\" The driver answered, slipping back into looking at his phone when Natalie opened the door. The three of us left the car and made our way to the club, the girls all linked their arms in mine again and that still made me feel like a million bucks. The inside of the club was playing an annoying techno music that did make my head hurt but with both Natalie and Emilia on my arms, it certainly worked on clearing up the headache. \n\n\"Ugh, that guy was a pervert.\" Natalie complained, talking about the driver as she looked around the inside of the club. \"I'll get us some drinks, Em, grab us a booth?\" She asked, looking over at the bar which was fairly empty. Emilia nodded her head and guided me towards one of the booths at the side of the club. The middle of the club was a large dance floor with a low hanging lighting rig that was flashing bright beams of light through the darkened hall, flashes of primary and secondary colours ran across the walls and illuminated the people who were all dancing on the floor. Looking over to them, I could see a lot of people dancing together, which made sense since we were out on Valentine's Day for the evening. There were a few stragglers of men who were all staring at some of the single women on the other side of the hall or who were dancing with themselves. Emilia hooked her arm in mine and pulled me closer to her. \n\n\"So, how's your birthday going so far?\" She asked, her big eyes beaming over at me as she waited for Natalie to bring the drinks back to us. \n\n\"Well, so far I'm spending it with two gorgeous women, so far it's been pretty much the best one ever.\" \n\n\"Gorgeous eh? You must get on with all the women that you work with huh?\" She said with a big smile on her face, wetting her ruby red lips casually as she looked me over. \"I'm glad you're enjoying it so far though, we're going to make sure you have a great night out though!\" She said, her right hand patting my upper arm casually. \n\nAs me and Emilia continued to chat, her hand still continued to slowly rub her hand up and down the inside of my arm, her fingers brushing over the top of my arm and almost touching the insides of my muscles while she kept herself looking at me. Emilia had this utterly enticing scent about her, something about her perfume or her shampoo or whatever it was about her, it was keeping me so utterly enthralled in her and I was just so focused on talking to her. She casually brought one of her hands up, fluffing the ruffle at the top of her right sleeve casually, all while her head fell back slightly, exposing her delightful neck to me. Looking at the exposed skin, it certainly provided a tempting target for me to want to latch onto. Emilia's head came back down, her fingers gently squeezing my upper arm before looking around onto the dance floor. \n\n\"The DJ isn't playing much is he?\" She asked casually. \n\n\"Not really. He needs to liven this place up!\" Natalie said, carrying a circular black tray that had three colourful glasses of alcohol on it. The blonde looked around and shook her head. \"We might not even make the two hours.\" She said with a chuckle. Looking at the booth and the various stains that were on the surface of the couch, she made a face at it. \n\n\"Do you want to take my seat Natalie? I can stand if you want...\" \n\nThat provoked a near simultaneous 'Awww' noise from the girls and Natalie shook her head. \n\n\"Nah it's okay birthday boy.\" She said with a smile, pushing her hands against my shoulders and pushing me back down to a seating position. Natalie then moved to make a very good impression on me, slipping in front of me and then placing herself down so that her ass was resting on my thighs. With the blonde on my thighs, her ass threatening to brush against my own lap, I found myself unsure as to where to put my hands. Taking a chance and placing my right hand on her waist, I could see Emilia make eye contact with it and I could also hear Natalie let out a soft breath as I did so. \nWas I doing something wrong? I wasn't sure any more but when Natalie wriggled from side to side slightly and then leant forward to pick up one of the glasses of alcohol, she took a mouthful of the bright green liquid before making an approved noise. Turning back to look at me, Natalie fidgeted on my thighs before wriggling herself backwards and her ass now moved to brush against my lap. That in turn, started to turn me on. As soon as my erection started to form, I could tell Natalie knew because she made a soft noise and then moved her glass to her left hand and draped her right arm behind my back. \n\nAs the two girls casually chatted, Emilia happily sipping on her own drink while I remained firmly pressed down to the padding of the seat of the booth. Natalie certainly wasn't heavy and having her on my lap wasn't painful in the strictest sense of the word, what was painful was the hard erection that was growing in my pants and threatening to poke up against her. I could just about see the top of Emilia's hair as she dipped her head down past the table towards the ground. As soon as she did that, Natalie's index finger came up to my mouth as if to silence me. As I mutely nodded my head, Natalie started to roll her hips around on my lap slowly. Her hips continued to roll in a slow circle, flicking her hips from side to side, giving me an utterly torturous lapdance there and then in the middle of this nightclub. As she did so, I let out a low groan of delight, which made Emilia's head come back up. \n\n\"What was that?\" She asked, looking over at us both before raising an eyebrow. \"Did one of you say something?\" She asked, an arched eyebrow punctuating her question. Before either me or Natalie had a chance to respond though, her body perked up and her head tilted to the side slightly. \"Oh man! I love this song! Ben, come dance with me!\" She said, grabbing hold of my hand and pulling me away from Natalie who was more than happy to just lift herself up and let me slide out and away from the booth and towards the dancefloor. As we walked, her hands on mine, she led me to a part of the dancefloor where we were able to actually move into a decent area to dance with her. Emilia had her hands on my body, her hands slipping under my jacket and resting on my sides as her body swayed from side to side. Spinning herself around and pushing her back against my chest and then she moved my hands up to her own waist, my left hand threatened to creep across her stomach while my other hand remained firmly on her hips. \n\nAs we moved through the motions of dancing to the song, I found myself almost lost in the moment. Emilia's body felt truly divine to the touch and while she rolled her body around in my touch. Emilia's soft ass was also brushing past my groin which was still hard from Natalie's lap dance and while the blood was still swimming down there, the fact that we were dancing was certainly helping me lose my erection. Emilia pressed her rear up against my own lap and her arms came up past my head, her fingers knitting into my brown hair before she slowly slipped herself down the front of my body in a dreadfully sexy manner. As she moved down, her legs spread ever so slightly as she came down and then moved right back up, as she moved down, I could see a selection of the single men all looking at me with their jaws dropped at the sight of it. \n\nTo be fair, I felt like I should be behaving like them as well. I could still feel Natalie's ass against my lap and now, Emilia was treating me exactly the same way too. If this was the beginning of a set up, I was more than happy to deal with it. My hands were on her arms, brushing along her exposed skin briefly as she rolled her hips around in a slow flick of her hips, rolling them around and then up and down, almost as if she were twerking on me, I could feel another spark of pleasure running through me and the blood that had been all over my body was quickly coming back to the front of my pants and making me get another boner. Emilia spun herself around quickly and while her hands flipped over, my own hands came down to settle on the inside of her waist,"
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"value": "### Title: Chanza, Pokémon of the Night by Muskie\n\n### Tags: Anal, M/M, Pokemon, Vampire\n\n**Characters**\n\n- **Chanza**: A smallish Charmeleon, distinguished by his deep red color, green eyes, and a prominent scar running through his right eye. He is a fire-type anthro, vulnerable to cold environments.\n\n- **Khan**: A large, muscular Charmeleon with a scar similar to Chanza's, but on his left eye. He is a vampiric anthro, possessing ancient powers and knowledge.\n\n- **Chardula**: A Charmander instilled with the power and hatred of the Pokemon Lords, created to enact their revenge against humans.\n\n- **Pokemon Lords**: Two ancient and gigantic Pokemon, an Alakazam and a Gengar, revered as gods by other Pokemon.\n\n- **Pokemopolitans**: An advanced, secretive race combining both Pokemon and human traits, possessing strange magical powers.\n\n**Plot**\n\nIn ancient times, humans enslaved Pokemon, leading to a rebellion and war. The Pokemopolitans, a secretive and powerful race, intervened by giving humans Apricorn magic to quell the conflict. However, humans misused this power to recapture Pokemon, leading to the near-extinction of free Pokemon and the destruction of the Pokemopolitans' civilization. The remaining Pokemon Lords, in their anger, created Chardula, a Charmander infused with their power and hatred, to exact revenge.\n\nChardula, realizing the futility of direct confrontation, formed a vampiric society of Charmeleons, instilling them with the Lords' power and a thirst for blood. Chanza, a small Charmeleon distinguished by his unique features, finds himself drawn into this society. He encounters Khan, a large and powerful Charmeleon who reveals that Chanza is the prophesied \"Chosen One,\" destined to become a vampiric anthro and Khan's partner.\n\nChanza accepts his fate and undergoes a ritualistic initiation, culminating in a intense and transformative experience with Khan. Through this process, Chanza becomes a vampiric anthro, binding his fate with Khan's and joining the ancient and secretive society of the Blood Tears."
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"value": "*Chanza, Pokemon of the Night*\n\nRight.. This was my first story ever, and I wrote this back in like, 1998, just as I was beginnning to \"Discover\" furry through Pokémon Hentai. :P Anyway. The quality is probably nowhere near that of My Shadowrun fic (and yes, i'll do another), so take it with a grain of salt. Pokémon copyright Teh Pokémon company. Chanza/Khan are Mine. Contains Yiffage, and OMFG VAMPIRES (Don't ask why I did Vampires, it just came to me.)\n\nAs always, Fap on, Chummers!\n\nThe Vampire Pokemon are An Ancient Race, Dating Back to the Dark Ages of both Pokemon and Human Civilization before, there were no \"Trainers\", Nor \"Pokeballs\", Nor \"Pokemon Leagues\". Humans Kept Pokemon as Slaves, As Concubines, Forced to do their bidding. Pokemon Were Subservient to Mankind, instead of Equals, as they are today. They Rebelled, Created armies. Fought for their right to be equals on the planet. The two races may have died out if it had not been for the Pokemopolitans. The Pokemopolitans were an advanced Race, a Strange Mixture of Both Pokemon and Human. They Kept themselves secretive, only acting as observers. They Also Possessed Strange Magical Powers. In an Effort to stop the war, they broke their Secrecy and gave The Humans an Arcane Form of Magic Known as the Apricorn, to quell the war, and allow Peace. Big mistake. The Humans Used Apricorns to recapture the Pokemon, allowing them to win the war. In the end, only 2 uncaptured Pokemon were left. The Pokemon Lords. The Two Gigantic Pokemon, an Alakazam and a Gengar, represented both good and evil to the Pokemon, and were their gods. In their anger at the Pokemopolitans, the launched an attack on their great city. After a titanic battle, they were captured inside Ultra-powerful Apricorns, but not without causing untold damage to the city. The Pokemopolitans Died out, their civilization ruined.\n\nWithin their imprisonment, the Pokemon Lords vowed their revenge on the Humans, and so created a Pokemon instilled with their power and Hatred. A Charmander. This Small fire lizard, which they christened Chardula, went on a rampage, destroying towns and cities. But the humans were too stubborn they kept alive no matter what. Chardula, realizing that he must resort to more Covert methods, called together a Group of the most Powerful Charmanders there were, and created a Society. He instilled them with the Pokemon Lords Power. But he also gave them something else. A Means to keep them under his control, to keep them under his power.\n\nA Thirst.\n\nFor Blood.\n\nChanza was a Smallish Charmeleon, a few centimeters shorter than most. That was the biggest difference of him to others when you were not close to him. But once you got close up, you would see a few VERY striking differences. Chanza was a deeper red, Almost the colour of blood. He also ad Very Deep, Green eyes. Green eyes in a Charmeleon were very rare, as most had blue eyes. But the Most striking difference was the scar. Years ago, when he was but a baby Charmander, on one of his little adventures, he accidentally walked in on two Scyther Mating. And being walked in on while mating can make a Scyther VERY angry. The Male attacked Chanza, Leaving a Scar down through his right eye.\n\nAs Chanza walked through the Open Fields, he realized that it was getting dark. The winter Nights around here were Very cold, and cold is VERY bad for a fire type Pokemon such as himself. And looking at the sky, it would Surely be a blizzard tonight. Chanza shivered. There was an old, Industrial town just ahead. Maybe he could find shelter there. As it got darker, Chanza began to walk faster, eventually breaking into an all out sprint inside the city. He looked around for a place to spend the night. He saw an old, abandoned hotel just a head, and ran to it. It had just begun to snow. As he got to it, he noticed that the door had bee boarded up years ago. No matter. He Torched the Boards away with a well-placed Flame-thrower attack, and walked inside, through the Smoldering remains. He looked around the hotel rooms, and found one with an old bed, and a pile of wood on the floor. This is too good to be true, the thought, as He bunched up the pile of planks, lit them with a small burst from his Flame-thrower attack, Jumped into bed and Slept.\n\nChanza was surrounded by a red mist of some kind. There was no floor, ceiling, or walls; he was just suspended in the mist. Then something came out of it. All he could see at first was a plume of flame. Then the outline of an eye, with the flame as it's pupil. There was a thunderbolt mark at the bottom of it, coming out of the eye like a tear. The Symbol moved forward, until it was over his head and he had to look up, agape at it. There were grooves along the edge of it. Something began to Trickle down the grooves. Something red. Blood. Something held his head up at the symbol with his mouth open. He could not move. He screamed, the blood crying out of the Mouth, as the first drop hit his mouth.\n\nChanza awoke with a start, sweating. It was just a bad dream, that's all.. He looked out the window. It was still the Middle of the Night. And the snow was Whizzing around outside. He looked around the room. The Fire had long since burned out, and there was another Charmeleon kneeling in the bed in front of him. Chanza did a double take, and yelled out.\n\nThe other Charmeleon, wearing a robe covering most of his body, and a hood, Held a claw in front of Chanza's Mouth, and Chanza went quiet.\n\n\"Ssh.. Hush. Don't make a sound.\"\n\nHe moved his Claw away from Chanza's face.\n\n\"Who... Who are you?\"\n\n\"I am What I am, Chanza.\"\n\n\"Wh..what? How do you know my name?\"\n\n\"Whomever of us dies not know of you has been living under a rack for the past 3000 years. For you are the Chosen one, Chanza.\"\n\n\"What do you Mean, Chosen one?\"\n\n\"Heh. You have no Knowledge of us. Take My hand, Chanza, and you shall know.\"\n\nChanza Hesitated, but then thought that it would be better to do whatever the other Charmeleon said, so he took his hand.\n\nFor a split second, Chanza felt as though he ha just been Vaporized, his body torn apart. But the sensation only lasted a moment, and he opened his scrunched eyes. He looked around, and saw that he was in a completely different place. He was in what looked like a stage/theater area. A row of hooded figures stood ahead of him as an audience, all robed. He noticed the distinctive Wings coming out of slots in the Back of the Robes. They were obviously Charizards. Then he looked at the Other Charmeleon, who was still holding his hand. He broke away, and the other Charmeleon took off his robe, revealing himself to Chanza. The other Charmeleon was Large, almost a foot taller than Chanza, and was very Muscular. Chanza himself was a little on the chubby side. Chanza gazed at the Body in front of him, the Large, Muscular feet, with Perfectly trimmed claws, the fit legs, Perfectly smooth Scaled Chest and Belly, going up to the Deep Dark green eyes, just Like his own. Then he saw. The other Charmeleon had a scar Just like his, except it was on the left eye. Chanza Gaped, absolutely stunned at the other Charmeleon, who was like a Larger, Fitter, mirror image of himself! The other Charmeleon Laughed.\n\n\"Ha, Ha, Ha... You see my similarities to you!\"\n\n\"What.. ARE you?\"\n\n\"Does this answer your question?\" He pointed at the Rear of the Room. Hanging on the wall, as powerful as it had been in his dream, was the Same Eye symbol.\n\n\"What? That Symbol.. Oh, My God, you're..\"\n\n\"Vampires? Yes Chanza, we are. And you will be, too.\"\n\nThe Other Charmeleon Brushed his Claw against Chanza's Scar.\n\n\"Oh, yes, you are indeed the Chosen one...\"\n\n\"But... Why me?\"\n\n\"For 3000 years, it has been prophesised that two Blood brothers, Mirror images of each other, would come together as one, and become the Most Powerful of our kind, and also be the Heirs to our society.\"\n\n\"I... Am A Vampire?\"\n\n\"Heh... Not yet...\"\n\nChanza felt strange, as though this had been his destiny all along.\n\n\"I... I accept my Fate. What am I to Do?\"\n\n\"You shall become one with me for we are Blood Brothers. Partners. Lovers.\" The Other Charmeleon took Chanza into an embrace, their eyes looking into each other. Chanza's, Scared, knowing full well what was to happen to him, The other Charmeleon's, Soft, Caring, but with a glint of something more. Something Sinister, Evil.\n\n\" I am Khan, Chanza. Welcome to the Blood Tears.\"\n\nKhan brought his lips to Chanza's, kissing him like a lover would his mate. Because they were. They allowed their tongues to mingle in each other's Mouths, as Kahn Picked Chanza up, and lay him down on the floor. Khan Began to move his claws over Chanza's body, Grabbing and Squeezing his Muscles as he Moved down towards Chanza's Crotch.\n\nThis entire time, Chanza had been tensed up, every Muscle contracted, but as Khan's claw brushed lightly over Chanza's sheath, he basically went Limp.\n\n\"Yes, It's better if you relax...\"\n\nKhan Began to Massage Chanza's crotch, groping and darting his claws in and out of Chanza's Sheath. Chanza was unable to do anything but gasp and Moan.\n\nKhan Broke the Kiss, and Began to Lick Chanza, stroking his tongue across Chanza's scar, then moved lower, licking down Chanza's Neck, down his chest and Belly, around his thighs, and into his crotch, daring in and out of the sheath, and around Chanza's Now erect cock. A Bead of Precum appeared, and Khan Licked it off, enjoying the Salty taste. Wanting More, he took the Entire Length of Chanza's Cock inside his Mouth, and began to Suck, Milking Chanza of His Precum. Unconsciously, Chanza grabbed Khan's head, and began to Face-Fuck Khan. Khan Broke away, and moved upward, massaging his now erect cock around Chanza's Face.\n\n\"I think that's enough for now.. Now it's my turn..\"\n\nChanza opened his mouth, and Chanza Thrust in, moving his cock in and Out of Chanza's Mouth, as Chanza Moved his hands down to his Cock, and Began to jerk Himself Off.\n\nKhan Suddenly pulled away, and got up, pulling Chanza Up with him.\n\nKhan Kissed Chanza roughly, and Moved him to his side.\n\n\"Chanza, I want you to relax, I am Going to Make Love to you.\"\n\n\"Yes.. Please.. Make Love to me...\"\n\nKhan Knelt down, and began to Lick Chanza's tail, Licking across the Flame at the Tip, enjoying the Taste of the Oils secreted at the tip to keep the Flame alight, Moving Down across the thick, scaly Skin, towards the Pucker of Chanza's Tailhole.\n\nChanza Moaned as Khan Licked around Chanza's ass, and then Forced his tongue past the Sphincter. Khan then began to move his tongue in and Out of his ass, Slicking up the Inside with his Saliva.\n\nKhan then Got up, grabbing his Cock, directed it towards Chanza's ass, and Pushed in.\n\nChanza Screamed in an Intense Mixture of Pleasure and Pain as Khan's Cock, Preslicked with his Own Saliva and Precum, Pushed Smoothly into Chanza's Tailhole. Khan Held it there for a moment, His entire Length in Chanza's ass, his Crotch Flush with Chanza's Tailhole. Then He pulled out until the tip of His Cock was just barely in Chanza's ass, and rammed Back in, electing a shuddering Noise from Chanza's throat. Khan Began to Pump in and Out of Chanza's ass, their Tails entwining into a Tight Double helix, their Flames Combining into One.\n\nThe Fucked For almost an Hour, Indulging in their Carnal Pleasures, Khan Fucking Chanza, his 7 Inch Cock Thrusting in and Out of Chanza's Tailhole, One of His Hands on Chanza's tail, the Other Helping one of Chanza's Hands To Jerk Himself off. Chanza's Other Hand was on the Wall of the Stage, Claws Cutting into the Wall. Some of the Hooded Charizards could not help themselves, and began to Jack off inside their Robes at the Sight of the Two Charmeleons Fucking each other. Soon they Both Knew that this \"Initiation\" Had to Come to an end. Chanza's Claws Cut into the Wall, Crushing it, as He came In an Apocalyptic Fashion, Litres of Cum Splattering Everywhere. This Pushed Khan Over the Edge, Exploding into Chanza's Ass. Both Chanza And Khan Knew What was About to happen, and Khan Did as he was Meant to do. He moved his Head towards Chanza's Neck, and Jabbed in with His Fangs, Beginning to Drink the Blood Splurting out of Chanza's Veins.\n\nThey Kept Cumming and Cumming, Drenching themselves in the Thick, white Liquid. Khan kept drinking Chanza's Blood, His Fangs Secreting a type of DNA Mutagen into Chanza's Remaining Bloodstream, Splattering Litres and Litres Of Cum into Chanza's Ass. They Kept Cumming for almost 10 Minutes, the Onlooking Charizards Splattering the Inside of their robes with cum. When they could cum and Drink No More, Khan Shlopped out of Chanza's Well-Used Tailhole, letting go Of Chanza's Neck. Chanza Collapsed, Drained of Both Cum and Blood, Blacking Out with a Great big Grin on his Face. Khan sat, exhausted, But also Supercharged with Chanza's Blood. He Looked at Chanza, Lying on the Floor With a Great Big Goofy Grin on his Face. He was Afraid that he may have drunk too much, and that Chanza may be dead. He Slid over to him, their Bodies Coated with a Thick Layer of Cum from Head to Toe, and Placed A Hand Over Chanza's Neck. His Pulse was Very Weak, But in a few Moments, The Mutagen would take hold, and Chanza would Begin Making Blood at an Amazing rate. Chanza Waited, Licking around the Wound, Lapping Up the Mixture of Blood and Cum. Sure Enough, the Wound Suddenly Healed instantly, as Chanza's Pulse Jackhammered, Slowing to a Normal pace.\n\nSlowly, Chanza Woke up, Staring into Khan's Face still wearing that Great Big Goofy grin on his Face. Khan Kissed Chanza Softly.\n\n\"Thankyou, Chanza, For being with me.\"\n\n\"I.. I love you Khan...\"\n\n\"I Love you too, Chanza. Now, let's get you cleaned up.\n\nThe Two Lovers, Still exhausted, slid around for a Moment, but then got up, as they walked out the Door at the Back of the Stage. The Hooded Charizards Filed Out of the Room."
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"value": "### Title: Chapter 10 - Dragoons Unite! The Battle for Survival! (Part 2) by Eurasia M\n\n### Tags: Action, Adventure, Dragoness, Human, No-Yiff\n\n### Characters\n\n**Rizan and Shyranrya**: Two anthro dragonesses who are close friends, Rizan is the more optimistic and cheerful of the two, while Shyranrya is more serious and determined. They are both fiercely loyal to their friend Eurasia and are willing to take risks to help him.\n\n**Eurasia**: An anthro dragoon of fire, formerly believed to be aligned with darkness, but is actually working against it. He is strategic and brave, always ready to help his friends even in the most dangerous situations.\n\n**Noct**: An anthro dragoon who is familiar with the Jadow, snake-like creatures that are impervious to most physical attacks. He is a formidable fighter, wielding a large axe, and is quick to adapt to new threats.\n\n**Falcon**: An anthro with the power of lightning, formerly a friend of Eurasia, but now manipulated by a dark force. He is incredibly fast and powerful, with a sadistic streak, enjoying the torture of his opponents.\n\n**Zero**: An anthro dragoon with the power of wind, a close friend of Eurasia. He is a skilled fighter, wielding a Tengu sword, and is always ready to back up his friends in battle.\n\n**DarkStar**: An anthro dragoon with the power of ice, a formidable fighter who is not bothered by the loss of his comrades. He is determined and ruthless in battle, using his ice powers to create deadly projectiles.\n\n**Omega**: An anthro with the power of earth, an enemy of the dragoons. He is manipulative and cunning, using dirt clones to deceive his opponents. He is also incredibly powerful, able to create large boulders and elemental swords from the ground.\n\n**N.D.**: The lord of darkness, a powerful and mysterious figure who commands the Jadow and other anthros like Omega. He is the mastermind behind the war against the dragoons.\n\n### Plot\n\nA war rages between the dragoons and the Jadow, snake-like creatures that are nearly impervious to physical attacks. Among the dragoons, Noct fights fiercely, using his axe to cut down the Jadow and warning his comrades about the mind-controlling abilities of their enemies. Meanwhile, inside the D.O.O.P. base, two dragonesses, Rizan and Shyranrya, sneak in to retrieve a powerful book, following a plan set by their friend Eurasia. They navigate the dark halls, using a advanced device to guide them, and eventually find the book hidden in a secret room. Their mission is to save as many dragons as possible from the impending doom brought by N.D., the lord of darkness.\n\nElsewhere on the battlefield, powerful anthros clash. Falcon, manipulated by a dark force, fights against Zero, a dragoon with the power of wind. Zero struggles to keep up with Falcon's lightning-fast speed but eventually lands a hit with the help of his Tengu sword. However, Falcon's electrical powers are too much for Zero, and he is nearly defeated. Just as Falcon is about to finish him off, Eurasia, the dragoon of fire, intervenes. Together, Zero and Eurasia combine their powers of wind and fire to create a powerful attack that defeats Falcon.\n\nMeanwhile, DarkStar, a dragoon with the power of ice, faces off against Omega, an earth-controlling anthro. DarkStar's ice powers are a formidable match for Omega's earth powers, but Omega's cunning use of dirt clones nearly defeats him. However, DarkStar's determination and skill ultimately win out, and he defeats Omega's clone. Sensing that his friends are in trouble, DarkStar rushes to aid Zero in his battle against Falcon.\n\nAs the battles rage on, N.D., the lord of darkness, sets his next plan in motion. With his powerful anthro servants, he seeks to eliminate all dragoons and dragons, paving the way for his ultimate victory. The fate of the dragoons and the world hangs in the balance as the war against the Jadow and N.D. continues."
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"value": "Before this story starts, I would like to thank my good friends Jack and Noct. If it wasnt for them, this story wouldnt have happened. Also, all characters here are copyright of Eurasia21xx. Do not use in your stories without consulting me first or I will come over there and kill you myself! :P So keep that in mind and enjoy.\n\nAs all the dragoon outside fought, inside of D.O.O.P. was completely empty. Stains remained behind in his room and monitored the situation. Unknown to him however, a portal opened in the Grand Transdimensional Gateway. Two figures, one taller than the the other sneaked in silently through the darkened halls, their steps echoing through the dead silent base.\n\n\"I can't believe that we just did that...but it was worth it. Remember the plan!\", shouted Rizan to Shyranrya, running ahead of her. Shyranrya stumbled behind her, but trying to remain the shadows. She was still in the same black dress from earlier, but for running it was not the best choice, as her long legs keep tripping over the fabric. It did not take long before she got sick of it and decided to take care of the problem.\n\nWith a low growl, she tore the bottom half of the lower part which made the long dress into a skirt, \"Grrr...now is not the time for mistakes.\", she snorted, tossing the piece of fabric into the air and burning it to ashes. They quickly continued running, before coming to a 4 way intersection. Shyranrya reached into her pocket and pulled out a silver Advanced P.I.C., and pulled up the holographic touch screen, \"Alright...according to the map he gave us, we must turn left! Remember, we have to pass by his room first to get his possessions Rizzy.\"\n\nRizan looked over nodded before bolting over to the left, the two dragonesses running as fast as they can to reach their destination. It did not take long until the two reached a small room with the letters, \"21xx\", on the top. Rizan tried to open the door, but it seemed to be locked as she pressed against it, \"Hurr...its locked. Guess we gotta get a bit noisy.\", she muttered before whipping her tail against the door and knocking it down.\n\nIt was pitch black in the room, swallowed since by the shadows since the bright fire that kept it lit was now gone. Shyranrya breathed in and made a small flare of flame come out her maw, but kept the flame constant as to light their way. The red hue from her flame revealed that the room only contained a bed with no sheets on it.\n\nThis confirmed what they were told earlier as Rizan looked around and picked up the bed without any effort. She had expected to find something, but a frown formed on her face as she saw nothing. However, she remembered that Eurasia said it was hidden so that it would not be stolen away from him, \"Alright...Eurasia, knowing you...you would hide it where no one would expect. Where could that be?\", she thought before noticing that the light from Shyranrya's flame started to dim.\n\nIt seems that something caught her eyes, but she was unable to speak since her throat was full of her flames. She gestured to Rizan to come over while she pointed to something on the wall, something that stood out from the rest of the room. To her surprise, the lights suddenly came on, \"Eep!\", she yelped, falling on her behind and losing the focus of her flame.\n\nTurns out that Rizan had found the light switch and turned it on. She heard laughing before being picked up, \"Haha! That was funny. I hope you are alright Shyranrya. I didn't mean to startle you, but having the lights on makes it easier to communicate. Don't you think so?\"\n\nEven under pressure, Rizan kept that same smile and cheery attitude that Shyranrya adores. She took her claw and giggled as well, \"Heh, I understand Rizzy. Not being able to talk stinks..but anyway, look at this!\"\n\nShe placed her claw on the wall over a what seemed to be an imprint of a dragon's claw. However, there were two imprints of different sizes. The one Shyranrya had her claw on was about her size, but the other was smaller than her own. Rizan saw this and quickly placed her claw on it. The wall suddenly glowed with a red light, similar to the color that Eurasia's dragoon spirit emitted, getting brighter and brighter before becoming blinding.\n\nThe two dragonesses eeped in surprise, before the light faded to nothing. To their surprise, they were each holding the side of a rather large and old book. Shyranrya and Rizan were very pleased, having found what they were looking for.\n\nWith that part of their plan complete, Rizan held on to the book as Shyranrya lead the exit route. She again took out the Advanced P.I.C. and had a look at the map, \"Hmm...remember, we have to do the final part of his plan to save all the dragons. I just hope that he'll be alright...\", she said in a low and worried tone before spotting the next route.\n\nRizan poked her in the tummy with her tail, getting her attention fully, \"Don't worry, knowing Eurasia, I bet his plan will work. Just keep your spirits up and everything will be alright. Now, lead us on Shyranrya. We have to hurry to be ready when the signal is given.\"\n\nOnce again, Rizan kept the team's morale up, something that was needed in order to execute the strategy. The two dragonesses ran out of the room and down the darkened halls of D.O.O.P., before reaching their destination.\n\n\"Eurasia said we have to reach the Control Room for the Grand Transdimensional Gateway. We have to execute the program saved onto the P.I.C. when the signal is given. Upon doing this, it will send nearly every dragon to a safe haven away from N.D.. But, the limitations he said frighten me...that not every dragon will be saved. But, we have to do what we can in case of the worst possible outcome.\", thought Rizan, before she suddenly saw Shyranrya stop.\n\nThe sudden pause in their sprinting confused her. It took Rizan a moment to gather her thoughts, before finally asking her friend, \"Uh...why did we stop? Are we here already?\", she asked with a baffled tone.\n\nShyranrya did not answer immediately, but said only two words, \"We've been spotted!\"\n\n*\n\nDown on the battlefield, the dragoons raged war against the Jadow. Noct was familiar with the Jadow, but many of the dragoons were not. As he slashed down three at once with his weapon of choice, a large Axe, he tried to remember what he knew on the Jadow. \"The Jadow...the snake like creatures of old. The ones who caused the collapse of the great land of Prosperity. Unaffected by all physical attacks except those filled with elemental energy. One main weakness would be the power of light, but there has not been a dragoon of light for centuries. Their scales are as black as their souls--? What?!\", but his thoughts were cut off as he saw a Jadow enter the body of a fellow dragoon.\n\nThis was something that even he did not know, but there was no time to think about it. The dragoon was suddenly attacking other dragoons, yelling gibberish while striking everyone around him. The other dragoons were stunned on this, however they knew their duty was to protect each other. Without hesitation, Noct had no choice but to end the life of the controlled dragoon by cutting off his head with a single cut.\n\nSlicing it with a frightening speed, the body fell limp and the blood poured out. Noct then took out his Yellow P.I.C. and made a very important announcement to all dragoons, \"Dragoons! Do not hesitate to kill any Jadow here! Hesitation will cost you your mind and body to them!\"\n\nNoct quickly resumed battle, the sound of sword clashing and yelling overwhelming the area. Moments later, Noct felt something nearby which was making him uneasy. It was not until he saw a bolt of lightning strike the ground from far away. The size of the bolt was tremendous, dragoons and Jadow both being eradicated in an instant. Before he could even shout, more bolts of lightning of even bigger magnitude kept striking the land, screams being muffled out by the loud thundering.\n\nIt wasn't until Noct spotted the one responsible in the sky above, \"Falcon...why is he here?! \", he growled before jumping into the sky, shattering the ground before him as he approached him. The Axe in his hands started to glow with his energy, ready to make him pay for the slaughtering of the dragoons on the battlefield.\n\nFalcon did not respond as he turned his head slowly to see Noct coming towards him. He lifted his hand and charged it with pure lightning. Noct quickly stopped and noticed something very wrong with Falcon. This moment however made him lose his concentration as he lost sight of him. Unable to track him, he was hit from below from the jaw but at the same time, he felt the electricity grab his body.\n\nThe lightning around him manifested into a giant dragon and held him tight with it's claws while still sending millions of volts of electricity into him. The dragon roared a deafening boom of thunder, sending Noct into the air before falling back down towards the ground. Without looking at the impact, Falcon turned away and spotted a spinning blade approaching him.\n\nThe blade looked to have sliced through him, but he vanished at the last second in a bolt of lightning. Zero flew in from the distance, catching the spinning blade in his hands as he looked around, \"Phew...I thought that actually hit him. But it seems that he has grown much more powerful than last time. This won't be a cake walk like last time, so I'd better not hold back.\", he thought, spinning his Tengu Sword while still searching for Falcon.\n\nThe sound of lightning traveling caught his ears, as he quickly turned around and managed to block a punch from Falcon. The amount of power in the hit was enormous, the force of the hit going though his body and out in a gust of wind. Zero held him there and looked at Falcon in the eye, \"Falcon! What are you doing?! Why are you helping N.D.?!\", he shouted, but saw no emotion in his expression or eyes.\n\nFalcon remained silent, grabbing the sword and giving it a jolt of electricity. The shock made Zero yelp in pain, but it wasn't enough to fully restrain him as he tore off his Tengu and jumped back. Lightning was powerful indeed, so being too close was not an option for him. With a swirling vortex around him, Zero lunged at him with his Tengu in hand.\n\n*\n\nOn the other side of the battle Field, DarkStar had run into Omega who had assaulted his entire squad and killed them all. The Jadow withdrew their attention from the two dragoons in their standff, so the area around them was clear. DarkStar wasn't bothered much by the lost of his comrades, but did want to make Omega pay for what he did.\n\nThe ground below him began to crumble, seeing that Omega started his attack already. He jumped up and froze the ground below him, patching the ground back together. Omega began to laugh as Darkstar landed, his powers allowing him to never lose in footing on ice, \"Haha! I guess I couldn't take away the floor from under you. No matter, at least you are staying cool. I held back last time, but the Lord stated that all dragoons must be killed and dragons eliminated. No time for jokes this time\", he said, digging his fingers into the hard rocky ground below him and pulled out a huge boulder.\n\nDarkstar was not impressed, pulling out from his sheath his katana of ice, \"Shut up. I don't give a damn whatever your master says. You are going to be stopped here and now. I will freeze you to the soul, then send you to hell.\"\n\nWithout responding back, Omega just chucked the rock at DarkStar. DarkStar stood firm as he swung his sword at the boulder and fired a large Icicle at it. As the Icicle and the Boulder collided, the Icicle entered the rock and froze it instantly. As the now frozen rock was about to hit Darkstar, he stopped it with his hand , \"Frost...bite.\", said DarkStar, putting the ice covered rock in front of him. Omega's eyes grew wide, before he just started laughing his head off again.\n\nThe constant sound of his annoying laughter was getting on DarkStar's last nerves. Wanting to end it quickly, he jumped up and gave a swift punch to the iced rock. It shattered into hundreds of pieces, which did not fall to the ground but began floating in mid air. At first they were little shards, but they began to combine together to make Icicles of larger size.\n\nBefore Omega knew, he was dodging an Icicle that almost hit him head on between the eyes. As DarkStar thought, the laughter had ended as Omega tried to regain his composure. It seems that the fight was only just starting, as DarkStar began launching more of the Icicles at him. Omega quickly dug into the ground and pulled out a rock in the shape of a sword, \"Hes serious...guess I really have to start being serious as well. No matter...he won't get through my Element Sword.\"\n\nOmega began to deflect the Icicles away from him, batting away each one effortlessly. It had seemed that the attack was useless, but however DarkStar did not falter. As each Icicle was hit away, it returned to float around him and was sent again. The attack ceased for a moment, before they started to come now in pairs of 3. Darkstar grinned as he started launched the Icicles much faster. Omega now having trouble hitting them, was starting to get annoyed.\n\nAs Omega swung at a group of 5 Icicles, the unthinkable happened as Darkstar shouted, \"It's Over!\". The Icicles ripped through the sword and impaled Omega in his shoulders, legs and waist. Darkstar controlled the Icicles so that they would pin him to the ground. The screams of pain ensured him that he scored a direct hit as he walked over to the squirming and twitching body.\n\nThe blood from Omega's body spread all over the cold ground before his body lay dead silent. DarkStar stopped a few steps before noticing something awkward, \"What?..damn! He tricked me! Shuriken Blizzard Swarm!\", he shouted, firing a flurry of ice Shurikens at Omega's body.\n\nBefore he knew it, the corpse of Omega turned into rock. DarkStar also noticed that the blood he saw from far away was nothing more than mud, \"His Dirt Clone...and it was far more powerful than that last one I fought. To make it worse, I feel that Zero has run into trouble with Falcon. Let me hurry and keep him from dying...\"\n\n*\n\nThe fight between Falcon and Zero raged on, with Zero unable to touch Falcon. Every time Zero tried to strike, Falcon was able to dodge and counter back with his fists that gave a powerful shock along with a decent amount of physical force.\n\nIt started to become apparent that Zero's speed in the air could not match Falcon's. He was already exhausted from the battle, and Falcon had not even broken a sweat, \"Huff...his speed. He moves at the speed of lightning even in the air...I can only move as fast as the wind can take me and thats nothing at all. Need a new tactic...wait! Thats it!\"\n\nFalcon was awaiting the next strike but saw Zero falling to the ground. This was something unexpected but it did not matter. Using his lightning speed, he instantly awaited Zero on the ground below, his fists clenched and bursting with current.\n\nWhat Falcon saw was the Tengu buzzing at him before Zero landed. Expecting a direct hit, Falcon caught it with his bare hands and tossed to the ground. Upon doing this, he did not notice where Zero went, before feeling a painful hit from behind that made shout out in pain.\n\nThe force of the hit was shown as the ground in front of them broke apart, but Falcon did not budge an inch. This was something that Zero had not expected, but had no time to think about what to do next as he tried to jump back. Falcon however quickly turned around and grabbed him by the face.\n\nZero was lifted into the air and struggled to get free but the grip was strong and digging into his head. He knew what was coming next, and prepared himself as Falcon poured his electrical energy into him, \"AHHHHHH!\", was all he could shout as his body twitched in pain.\n\nA smile on Falcon's face expressed his joy for Zero's pain, gradually increasing the voltage and watching him squirm. Torture is what he loved, but after a few minutes he got tired of hearing him scream so he tossed him aside. Seeing his body bounce before stopping gave him an extra feeling of joy as he prepared to finish him off. He punched towards Zero's body and released a dragon of pure lightning which would engulf him and end the fight.\n\n\"Not this time Falcon! SONIC BOOM!\", shouted someone. A thin beam of pure energy flew over Zero and tore through the dragon. Falcon was very surprised to see his dragon destroyed, but what made him even more shocked was the person behind it.\n\nThe ex dragoon of fire, the one who stood in his way in the past but was now on the side of darkness rushed to Zero's aid. Zero opened his eyes slowly and saw someone helping him, \"You son of a bitch...I knew you would come through. And don't worry, I'm not as hurt as you think..\", he said, getting up with the help of his old friend.\n\nEurasia looked at him while grinning, \"Of course! You didn't really think that I was on the side of Darkness. I'll explain everything later, but for now, I have a plan on how to beat Falcon. Use your strongest technique as I hold him off ok?\", said Eurasia as he looked over to Falcon.\n\nThe Tengu sword that was thrown away flew back to Zero's hand. He then started to spin it in his hand while the wind gathered around the Tengu, \"Got it. Just give me two minutes to gather all the wind I need. This is something I worked up yesterday but I have only one shot, so lets not miss!\"\n\nA one shot deal was a bit risky, but it was something that should work. Eurasia then turned his attention on his former friend and held his sword tightly. The two fighters stared at each other before vanishing from sight. The battle resumed with Eurasia and Falcon, the two fighting each other with Eurasia trying to get a hit in with his sword, but Falcon kept knocking it away with his bare hands.\n\nBright flashes were everywhere their hits collided, along with every place the two stood, the ground shattered beneath then. Then Falcon put an intense amount of power into a hit that Eurasia blocked with his sword. This hit caused them to become stationary, trying to stare each other down.\n\nIt was at this moment that Eurasia noticed something about Falcon. There was something in his eyes that showed something was wrong, \"Wait a second...you're being manipulated!\", he shouted, pushing him back. He then heard a shout from behind, \"Eurasia! Its ready! Get out of the way!\"\n\nThe attack was finally ready, but he decided to add his own taste to the attack along with his friend's wind. As Falcon Lunged again, he stuck his sword into the ground and made a wall of fire to block him, \"Fire Wall!\", he shouted as Falcon pushed into it and trying to penetrate it. Eurasia jumped out of the way, \"ZERO NOW!\", he shouted as he jumped into the air.\n\nWith a wave of his Tengu, he fired a huge gust of wind but contained in a beam that fired into the firewall Eurasia had put up. The wind went right through the fire wall and actually absorbed the fire as it struck Falcon. The combination of fire and wind together, and a show of their teamwork.\n\n*\n\n\"Well, he beat the Clone, exactly as you said he would my lord. What is next?\", asked Omega, kneeling on the ground. N.D. stood before him with his arms crossed. A portal was opened in front of them, crackling wildly before N.D. started to walk towards it.\n\n\"Begin Phase two.\", was all that was said before he vanished into the portal. Omega laughed before he himself disappeared to commence the next part of the plan."
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"value": "### Title: Maude Ch. 04\n\n### Tags: forced sex, mature, sweaters, cardigans, gay anal, transvestite, homosexual, gay transvestite, bisexual male, crossdresser\n\n### Characters\n\n**Maude**: A mature woman in her late forties, known for her love of woolen cardigans and sweaters. She is a dominant figure, often organizing events and initiations. Maude is described as well-built with an ample bosom and has a friendly, knowing smile. She is the central figure in the group, often giving orders and directing activities.\n\n**Julie**: A woman in her early forties with short fair hair, often wearing soft pink woolen twinsets. She is shorter and less well-built than Maude but has a nicely rounded bosom. Julie is enthusiastic and participates actively in the group's activities, often following Maude's lead.\n\n**Faith**: A gorgeous woman in her thirties with long dark hair, frequently wearing amazing pink and purple v-necked cardigans and tight maroon panties. She is known for her direct talking and wicked smile, often taking a leading role in the group's more intimate activities.\n\n**Sandy (originally Andrew)**: A man who is part of the group, often wearing a pale blue cardigan and black pants. He is shorter than the protagonist, with longish mid-brown hair and glasses. Sandy is initially embarrassed but becomes more comfortable with the group's activities.\n\n**Mandy (the protagonist, originally Andrew)**: The main character who is initiated into the group. He is described as having a good solid six inches and is circumcised. Mandy is initially nervous but becomes more involved as the initiation progresses.\n\n### Plot\n\nMandy, the protagonist, is invited to a gathering by Maude, a dominant figure who loves woolen cardigans. Maude introduces Mandy to a group of individuals who share a unique interest in wool and intimate activities. The group includes Julie, Faith, and Sandy (originally Andrew), each with their own distinctive characteristics and roles within the group.\n\nDuring the gathering, Mandy is initiated into the group through a series of rituals that involve intimate interactions with the other members. The initiation begins with Mandy being dressed in a woolen cardigan and bra, followed by a circle of the group members touching and worshiping him. The rituals become more intense, involving acts of oral pleasure and mutual exploration.\n\nThroughout the initiation, Mandy experiences a mix of excitement and apprehension. He is ordered to perform various acts, including sucking off Sandy, another male member of the group. The initiation culminates in a final ceremony where Mandy is blindfolded and pleasured by all members of the group, leading to a climactic moment where everyone shares in the experience. The story ends with Mandy falling asleep, exhausted but initiated into the group."
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"value": "*Maude 4: Initiation* \n\nIntroduction \n\nIf you like the feel of soft wool against your skin, and the idea of a mature lady ordering you about, to do things you wouldn't otherwise dream of, then Maude could be for you. She was for me! Maude lived in the suburbs of a town in southern England, and all names in the stories have been changed to protect our identities. \n\nThis story follows Maude 1 - 3, and should ideally be read in the order written: \n\nHowever, if you can't wait, you need to know a little about Maude. She was in her late forties, I guessed, with greyish hair cut short, and was what you would call well built with a large frame and an ample bosom, hidden under the soft wool of her sweater. She always wore wool - either cardigans or sweaters, or both. She had brown eyes and a friendly, knowing smile. Her business card read: 'Mrs M. Fowler' in a blue script, with 'Charity Donations' in smaller letters under it. Then the address: '34 Leaside Avenue, Newtown. Tel: 01453 654932'. \n\nI met her friend Julie in Chapter 3. She was also on her early forties, with short fair hair, and was wearing a thinnish twinset in soft pink wool with a maroon skirt when we first met. She was shorter than Maude and not so well built, but her bosom was nicely rounded all the same, and the wool clung tightly to her body. \n\nNow read on... this story is now completed. \n\nIt was just after my Wednesday donation - another of her quickies into her black mohair cardigan - that she invited me to the second party. \"Well you were such a hit with Julie that we thought you should meet some of our other friends too. Do you fancy a little more of the dressing up, you cheeky young thing?\" \n\nHow could I refuse - but I coudn't help but wonder how many people would be there and what would happen. \n\n\"Well I'd love to, because that time with you and Julie was just so amazing - but will there be lots of people there?\" \n\n\"Oh no, not lots - just some people you'll get on with really well. Maybe five or six of us, altogether. And same time, same cardy, same place.\" \n\nSo that weekend, clutching my bag I rang the door with some apprehension. This time Maude opened it wearing a bottle green v-necked long cardigan, which was intended to be worn over a sweater - but was just over her skin. She smiled when she saw it was me. \n\n\"Oh come in!\" she gushed, \"It's so good to see you - everyone else is here already apart from Gerald, who can't come. Come on through!\" \n\nGerald. So there were other men as well as women! Maybe I shouldn't stay after all. But the thought of that night with Maude and Julie was just too exiting to want to leave. I followed her along the hall and she put her head round the lounge door, where the voices were coming from. She blocked my view so I just waited behind her. \n\n\"Guess what, party people?\" I heard her say, \"the guest of honour has arived! So Faith, come over and I'll introduce you then you can get him ready!\" \n\nThere was more sound of voices and movements, then Faith came round the corner. She was gorgeous, in her thirties with long dark hair, and wearing an amazing pink and purple v-knecked cardigan, where the colour just seemed to bleed from light to dark down to her waist. And the only other thing she was wearing were tight maroon panties. \n\n\"Andrew, this is Faith!\" said Maude, stating the obvious really. \n\n\"Well hello!\" beamed Faith, her red lipsticked lips flashing a wide smile, \"I've heard so much about you that I feel I've had you inside me already!\" she said. \"Julie says you've got a good solid six inches, and circumcised too!\" \n\nThe direct talking was just too much. \n\n\"Hello,\" I managed to reply, \"you look gorgeous in that cardigan.\" \n\n\"Well I'm glad you like it, 'cos I'm the one to get you ready tonight - and if you're very lucky you can have a little feel of it!\" \n\n\"Not now, Faith, you mustn't get him over exited too soon.\" said Maude, smiling at the two of us, \"Just show him up into the changing room, get him ready for his initiation and then bring him back down. I'll just get some more wine in - we've drunk two bottles already!\" \n\nSo not knowing quite what was planned, I made my way behind Faith upstairs, watching her tight panties and bulging bottom as she walked up the steps. We went in a back bedroom, where various clothes were piled up on the bed. \n\n\"Right, Andrew, let's see what I've been missing - strip off please!\" \n\nI'd put my bag down, so simply undressed - knowing that I was being closely watched, and feeling my cock growing harder by the minute. Soon I was down to my white pants, with my cock pressing hard at the front. Faith was just looking straight at my groin. \n\n\"Let's get your fancy dress on then, shall we? Here's your bra, and Julie said we should use this filling over here.\" It still felt amazing to be putting a bra on, especially with a pretty women helping me. Faith stuffed the bra cups, fondling them into the right shape. She didn't take long, but the sight and smell of her perfume so close was wonderful. \n\n\"Right, now on with your cardy please!\" \n\nI pulled the tight orange wool over my arms, then started on the buttons - with the bottom one. It was then I noticed just how much my cock was sticking out and the wet patch showing on my pants. I carried on with the buttons. \n\n\"Oh don't worry about your damp panties, pet! We'll be having lots of those before the night is through. I'm getting pretty wet myself, just watching you!\" \n\nWhen my cardigan was buttoned up I pulled it straight, trying to hide the top of my underpants - but she could see everything anyway. \n\n\"It's no use trying to hide - you know I'm going to see every part of your body before very long - so I think I'd like a look at your manhood now! Take your panties down for me, please!\" \n\nI did as I was told, watching her look at me and watching my cock as it leapt out and upwards. \n\n\"Mmm,\" Faith began,\"Well you've certainly got the size - that's a good thick base too, isn't it? Julie was right! Do you toss yourself a lot to keep it so fit?\" \n\nI couldn't get used to this style of questions, but replied: \"Well, sometimes - it depends what you call lots, really. Sometimes every few hours!\" \n\n\"That sounds like my kind of cock - a performer!\" she smiled. \"Well it's my job tonight to act as party photographer, so I'll just take some photos for your inauguration. Pull your pants up, and stand against that door, that's right, with your hands on your hips.\" \n\nShe'd now reached for a digital camera from a shelf behind the bed, giving me time to enjoy looking at the wool-clad form and the tight strechy maroon panties clinging to her hips. I moved over to the door, and stood with my erection pressing against the cloth of my pants. \n\n\"That's a good pose!\" she smiled, \"Now tummy in and boobs out!\" The flash of her camera went off. \"I'll just try a few, so move about a bit.\" \n\nFlashing more, I got to feel a film star - even if a strangely dressed one. \n\n\"Now just a couple without your pants, please, so we can see you properly!\" I slid down my pants, and more flashed went off. \n\n\"Right, that'll do. Now you take one of me please - just swap places a mo.\" So as she stood against the doorway, pulling in her tummy and smiling, I snapped her too. \n\n\"Now let's go down and get you initiated properly.\" she smiled wickedly. \n\nSo I followed her downstairs, and into the lounge. I quickly took in Maude and Julie as they looked at me - then nearly died when I realised the person in a pale blue cardigan was a man. Julie was wearing a ribbed pale pink v-knecked cardigan, with pink panties, and came over to give me a kiss. \n\n\"Hello pet!\" she smiled, your cardigan looks very tight tonight - but not as tight as your panties! How do you keep you cock so hard?\" \n\nMaude interrupted \"Not so much chat, Julie, there's someone here he doesn't know!\" \n\nMaude introduced us: \"Andrew, this is Andrew!\" she said, smiling at the moment. He stood up, showing he was wearing black pants, with a round-kneck pale blue lambswool cardigan, buttoned up to the top. \n\n\"Hi!\" he said smiling wryly: clearly he was as embarrassed as me. \n\nI said \"Hi!\" back before Maude got into her organising mode. \n\n\"Well we can't have two Andrews, and as you are both girls I vote we use your initiation Andrew\" - looking at me - \"to re-christen you both into proper girls' names. Andrew number one - you will be Sandy - and Andrew number two, the new girl here - will become Mandy. That way it'll be easy for us to know who's who. OK, everybody, let's gather round in the initiation circle. Andrew - sorry, Mandy - you come and stand in the middle - and here, have a glass of wine too - white or red?\" \n\nSo I took my glass of white wine, gulped half of it down, then walked forward, wishing I'd worn black pants instead of white as the wet patch was obvious to all. They linked hands around me, and walked slowly in a clockwide direction, all eyes on me as if they were inspecting me. I quickly finished my drink. \n\n\"Let me put that glass away.\" said Julie, \"so we can all enjoy your initiaition!\" \n\nMaude then spoke, in her domineering way. \"Now Mandy, for this initiation you must stand quite still, only move when you are told, and always do exactly what you are told. You fancy dress boys are all the same - you need to know your place. So put your legs apart a bit more... that's right - and put your hands on your hips.\" She watched while I complied, then looked around at the others, \"Girls, now let's begin the laying on of hands!\" \n\nSo all four of them moved forward, and touched my shoulders, stroking my cardigan down to my waist in long gentle touches. Maude was directly in front of me, the soft green wool draping smoothly over her rounded breasts. Julie was on my right, and Faith on my left. I was glad that Sandy was behind me. \n\n\"We worship the wool!\" said Maude, and they all repeated, \"We worship the wool!\" \n\n\"And the body beneath!\" she continued. \"And the body beneath!\" they repeated. \n\n\"We worship each other!\" said Maude, turning to her left to stroke Julie, who repeated the phrase as she stroked Sandy, His voice was soft, but it was a man's voice all the same. Then came Faith, then back to Maude. \n\n\"And we welcome another!\" said Maude, coming up right in front of me before kissing me fully on the lips. \n\nMy cock quivered, then shrank, as they all moved around to the right, with Julie now repeating the mantra, \"And we welcome another!\" then kissed me. \n\nNext it was Sandy - he was shorter than me, with longish mid brown hair and glasses. \"And we welcome another!\" he said, before kissing me on the lips. I'd shut my eyes, and it felt much like the others - but the feeling was seriously odd all the same. \n\nLastly Faith came up to me \"And we welcome another!\" and kissed me strongly on the lips, her tongue pushing into my open mouth. \n\n\"Right girls - let's all take our panties off now please!\" ordered Maude, slipping hers down, and flicking them behind her. They all followed. \n\n\"And you, inaugural girl, you too!\" \n\nSo I took off my pants, leaving them on the floor as the others had. I glanced down at Faith, who was perfectly shaved - then wished I hadn't as my cock quivered upwards. \n\n\"Circle please, on our knees! Initiate - hands on hips!\" It was Maude again. \n\n\"We worship the cock!\" and she came forward, lifting up her hands to my cock before kneeling down and pointing it towards her mouth - then lowering her head towards it. \n\n\"Now give it a suck!\" said the others, and she did, gorgeously, before moving back. \n\n\"Oohh!\" squealed Julie, \"he's liking that alright - don't hog him all Maude!\" She stopped sucking then moved back. \n\n\"It's ten seconds of sucking if you want,\" she replied, \"and I wanted!\" \n\n\"Now turn one quarter right, initiate!\" commanded Maude, so I turned right to Julie, who smiled and licked her lips. \n\n\"We worship the cock!\" she said, quickly moving forward and kneeling down in front of me. She wrapped her lips around my swollen member. \n\n\"Now give it a suck!\" chanted the others, and she did, grasping my balls with one hand and gripping my cock tightly with the other. Her head moved back and forth as she got her lips tight around my shaft and worked me up, till her ten seconds was over. \n\n\"Stop now - turn one quarter right, initiate!\" commanded Maude again, so as Julie got up I turned knowing that Sandy was next. \n\n\"We worship the cock!\" he said, moving forward and kneeling down. He gently lifted my cock towards his mouth. Then he was sucking me. \n\n\"Now give it a suck!\" chanted the others, and he did, fingering my shaft with his hands. It was exquisite - but apalling at the same time - as his tongue explored along my shaft. His ten seconds seemed to fly by but my cock rose hard into his sucking lips. \n\n\"Stop - turn one quarter right, initiate!\" commanded Maude for the last time, so with relief I turned to Faith, who flashed me that wicked smile. \n\n\"We worship the cock!\" she said, moving forward and holding my cock firmly as if to inspect it, before kneeling down and smiling up at me. She licked her lips then put them around my end, then she took me right in her mouth to her throat. \n\n\"Now give it a suck!\" chanted the others, and she did, pressing the base with her fingers and bobbing her head forwards and backwards. I wished she could have had ten minutes, not just ten seconds. \n\nMaude spoke again \"Stop now! Right - it's time for a drink break. Fill up your glasses and drink them down. The toast is Mandy - the initiate.\" \n\nSo everyone went over to the drinks table, filled their glasses and drank it down in one. The sight of the wool covered bodies, wobbling boobs beneath, and naked flesh from the waist down was so amazing - but where to look? It seemed that everyone was eyeing each other up - but most were just staring at me. Probably because my cock was sticking out at right angles, weighed down by its own weight, whereas Sandy's was just a stubby half-erection. But just looking at it his tool was so strange too. \n\n\"Now let's get back into our circle for the initiates turn. This time you kneel while we stand, Mandy.\" \n\nI did as I was told, with Maude's hairy mound in front of me. \n\n\"Repeat after me, 'we worship the quim', and then you must come over and lick me! But only for ten seconds, remember.\" \n\n\"We worship the quim!\" I repeated, moving forwards and pressing my mouth towards her mound. She held her legs apart, to expose herself more. As my nose nestled in I felt her open her legs wider so I licked in deeply. \n\n\"Now push your finger in!\" said everyone else, so I did as ordered, and found her slippery hole. I felt her quiver so tried flicking my tongue over her clitoris and my fingers explored the slippery entrance to her vagina. \n\n\"Stop - if you must!\" commanded Maude, reluctantly I thought. \"Turn one quarter, initiate!\" \n\nSo I turned to Julie, who smiled and opened her legs further apart . \n\n\"We worship the quim!\" I said, quickly moving forward on my knees and taking in the sight of her beautiful cunt surrounded by trimmed fair hair, before pressing my lips to her folds. She quivered and moaned slightly, as I moved my fingers and separated her moist lips. \n\n\"Now push your fingers in!\" chanted the others, but I had already, tasting the saltiness of her juices as my head pushed further towards her. \n\n\"Stop - now turn one quarter, initiate - and don't forget to say cock this time, not quim!\" commanded Maude again, so I turned knowing that now I was going to suck a man's cock - even if he wasn't that big. \n\n\"We worship the cock!\" I said, moving forward and lifting his cock upwards. It was half erect, with a full foreskin over his bell-end, so shutting my eyes I just put my mouth over it, and licked it with my tongue. It was an amazing sensation, to know that three ladies dressed in nothing but cardigans were watching me, dressed in a cardigan, sucking off another man wearing a cardigan. \n\n\"Now give it a suck!\" chanted the others, and as I continued I could feel him hardening inside my mouth, so I squeezed the base of his cock and licked all along his shaft. He was now warm and hard and no mistake. \n\n\"Stop now - turn one quarter, initiate!\" commanded Maude again, so I turned to Faith. \n\nAs I did so Julie spoke out: \"Well he's made a hit with Sandy, hasn't he - just look at his cock now, he's even pulled his foreskin back!\" \n\nSo we all looked, and there it was - Sandy's hardening cock and a broad smile on his face. I turned back to Faith. She smiled again, and opened her legs, then as I approached she lifted one foot onto a chair, exposing herself completely. \n\n\"We worship the quim!\" I said. Her naked flesh was bright pink and slipppery as I began to finger her, then pressed my head onto her clitoris, licking as strongly as I could. I fancied her and had to get that feeling of cock out of my system. \n\n\"Now put your fingers in!\" came the reply, so I continued to lick and tease her, with my fingers playing around her entrance. \n\n\"Stop!\" said Maude, after what seemed only a few seconds, \"Now another drinks break before the climax of initiation,\" she continued. \n\nWe all moved over to the drinks table, and Maude filled the glasses. \"A toast - to the Initiate!\" she smiled. \n\n\"To the Initiate!\" they all repeated, before sipping - or gulping their drinks. \n\nJulie looked over towards Maude: \"Maude,\" she said, \"I feel quite hot now - permission to unbutton please?\" \n\n\"Oh you big showff!\" interrupted Faith, pouting a little, \"Well if she can, please can I too?\" \n\nMaude looked from one to the other, as a parent getting slightly exasperated by pushy children. \"Well alright then, permission for you two only mind. I'm going to keep decent, and Mandy and Sandy must too. We'll all watch as you to showffs let us see your boobies. Come on then - unbutton for me now!\" \n\nAnd she regained the upper hand, watching as Julie and Faith slowly unbuttoned their carigans, almost wishing they hadn't asked. Julie finished first, and let the halves of wool hang down, revealing her cleavage but no more. \n\n\"Well don't stop there, Julie, show off a little please!\" said Maude. So, reddening slightly, Julie pulled the pink wool away from her body, showing off her beautiful softly-rounded slightly-sagging breasts. Her nipples were sticking out - she was obviously getting well aroused. Maude moved closer to her, reaching up to stroke the soft flesh of her left breast, and tease the nipple gently. She smiled as Julie quivered. \n\n\"Mmm, I'll stroke these more later, my dear,\" she smiled: \"Now you, Faith, let's see yours please!\" \n\nSo Faith unded the last button, before pulling back ger cardigan to show off her breasts too. They were saggier than Julie's but still very nicely rounded, with her nipples darker and firmer-looking. She smiled to everyone, that knowing smiled she had. \n\n\"Would anyone like to feel these?\" she asked - hastily adding: \"with your permission, of course, Maude.\" \n\n\"Well I won't give my permission for stroking - you're just too forward, Faith.\" Faith looked downcast. \"But I will force everyone to give you a damn good suck on those pert nipples of yours. So you just put your hands behind your head and lean back against the wall.\" \n\nFaith did as she was told, moving back to the wall by the table, then putting her hands behind her head, revealing her naked body with her pinky purple cardigan framing her beautiful breasts. She had her legs apart and looked ready to be taken. \n\n\"Sandy, you go first. Just 10 seconds on each one mind.\" Maude commanded. Sandy smiled and stepped forward, cupping Faith's right breast in his hand before putting his head down and sucking her nipple. Faith sighed, and I wished all four turns were mine. The he moved over to her other nipple, before standing up and smiling again. He had hardened, I noticed suddenly, even though he wasn't fully erect. My cock just wouldn't go down. \nJulie moved over next, half squatting to get her head in the right position to suck her friend's nipples. They looked so arousing to me - and obviously were to each other. Then it was Maude's turn, and she moved in to grab her right breast first, flicking her tongue over the hard red nippple before giving it a little bite. Faith moaned and Maude moved over to the other one, befor edoing the same again. \n\nNow it was my turn, and as I moved over and lowered my head to her right breast, I realised that none else could see my right hand. So as I kissed her beautiful nipple, and licked the wetness of the others, I slipped my hand onto her thigh, and moved it upwards to her cunt. She moaned again, and opened her legs for me, so I fingered her soft wetness. Then not wanting to be caught out, I moved my head to her other nipple, now hidden by the wool of her cardigan. I sucked it through the wool, my tongue licking one of her buttons and nibbling at her nipple beneath. But my fingering just kept going as my cock pressed against her. \n\n\"Right, Initiate, that's enough of that!\" said Maude, bringing our arousal to a halt. \n\nWe went back to get our drinks, Faith moaning and smiling, \"Well if that was my punishment, I must do more crime!\" \n\nSandy came over to me and smiled, \"That was great!\" he said, \"and I loved the way you sucked me earlier - you were gorgeous! I'd love you to take me all the way! Do you swallow or spit?\" \n\nAlmost lost for words I managed a lame: \"Well either really, what do you prefer?\" then realised I was almost saying yes to sucking him off. \n\n\"I'd like you swallow.\" he said, matter of factly. \n\nBut Julie overheard the conversation, and said to everyone: \"Quiet please - I've just heard an order given to the Initiate - so he's got to do it, hasn't he Maude?\" \n\n\"Well normally, the drinks break doesn't count - but there again I didn't say so, so the Initiate is still under orders. What was the order, anyway?\" asked Maude. \n\nJulie replied, before Sandy could say anything: \"Sandy said he wanted to be sucked all the way by the Initiate - and swallowed!\" \n\nI was wishing the earth could swallow me up, never mind any other swallowing. Maude was obviously thinking. \n\n\"Well it is part of initiation to obey - and Mandy sucking off Sandy won't drain him before the final ceremony - so my judgement is that he must. Sandy, you're a lucky boy, go and stand in the middle where we can all watch while we finish our drinks. Initiate - just kneel in front of him and suck him off for us. But make it quick now.\" \n\nFor some reason my cock was just hard as a rock as I knelt down in front of Sandy, with his pale blue cardigan buttoned up all the way to the neck, and cock prominently displayed. \n\n\"Permission to unbutton, please?\" he asked Maude, who nodded back. He slowly undid the buttons, then pulled the sides apart exposing his hairy chest and black well padded bra. He left his hands on his hips, with the blue wool hanging loosely to either side of his body. His cock was still semi-erect, but now the bell-end was exposed. \n\n\"Go on Mandy!\" urged Julie, \"Look, he's gagging for it now - just go ahead and give him a quickie! I do like to watch girly boys sucking each other off, it's such fun!\" \n\nSo for the second time that night - and the second time in my life - I put my mouth over a man's cock. It felt so strange doing to someone else what so many girls had done to me. As I just let go I could feel him getting hard as my tongue licked and sucked him, and I heard the girls talking in the background. \n\nIt was Julie who was loudest: \"Oooh look at him go, he looks like a real pro! How is it for you, Sandy?\" \n\n\"Oh God!\" was all Sandy could manage, then \"He's got me going now!\" and I felt him start to move his hips back and forward. \n\nAll I could feel was this huge cock in my mouth - like a giant hot banana as I moved my lips up and down his shaft. I knew I had to do it and somehow hated yet was strongly aroused at the same time. I put my fingers round his shaft to wank him - it felt so strange in reverse - but I thought the sooner he finishes the sooner it's over. I squeezed the hard shaft tightly, and pumped harder. \n\n\"Go on!\" - it was Maude's voice, urging me - \"Give it to him Mandy! And girls, just give them both a little fingering to egg them on.\" \n\nSuddenly I felt Sandy's body quiver and he sighed - and before I could wonder why I did the same thing as warm fingers suddenly touched my bottom, gently stroking it then separating my cheeks and stroking my anus, arousing me like wildfire. My cock grew full and began throbbing, but all the time I kept up my tossing and sucking of Sandy's shaft. \n\nWe were all starting to move rhythmically now, Sandy's hips moving back and forward, my head matching his movements as my hand gripped his shaft, moving rhythmically up and down to pump him out. I moved my other hand to his balls, stroking the soft hairy sacs and at the same time I felt one of the girls' fingers pressing harder into my anus, then slipped inside me. I knew I couldn't last much longer, even if Sandy could... \n\nAs our rhythmic movements continued, suddenly my mouth was full of hot salty cum, tasting bitter and sticky, spurting out of his cock as Sandy's voice let out a low moan of ecstasy. I swallowed quickly then sucked more to drain it all out of him. The spunk seemed to stick to the insides of my mouth as I kept trying to swallow more, but he kept pumping more into me. \n\nWe continued our body movements, eventually slowing down as his cock became fully spent. I had done it - I'd sucked him off. My tongue flicked against his softening shaft and I loosed my grip with my fingers, then he slipped out of my mouth. \n\nBehind me Faith stood up: \"Well you girls certainly are keen - and very good performers too! Would you like another drink now to take the taste away?\" \n\nFaith went ot the table and poured more wine, offering glasses all round. I gulped mine down, clearing the strange flavours and stickiness from my mouth at the same time. \n\nShe winked at me. \"That was very well done,\" she whispered. \"I can't wait till you get your lips on me again!\" and she stroked her breasts under the wool of her cardigan. \n\n\"Well that was very good Mandy - you carried out that order very well!\" said Maude, as Julie passed a drink to Sandy, before joining him sitting on the sofa. Sandy lay back, eyes closed, while Julie sat next to him and stroked his floppy penis. \n\n\"I do love them when they're all small and floppy like this.\" she said, \"and especially when the foreskin goes over and hides his bell end. Shame we can't have that pleasure with you, Mandy! But Maude, just look at Mandy's knob - it's still as stiff as a board! Can I just toss it off so we can have two nice floppy ones? Please...!\" \n\n\"No, not yet - we can't spoil his initiatiation, now can we. Look, let's all just have a quick lick of him, just to taste his juices, then we'll take our drinks upstairs for the finale. Mandy - just stand still with your hands behind your head, while we all have another little lick of you! Julie, you can go first.\" \n\nSo I did as I was told, feeling even more vulnerable now I was the centre of attention, and my hands were behind my head. Julie got up off the sofa, pulling her pinky white cardigan together modestly, despite her lack of panties. Her boobs bobbling gently as she walked over, then she knelt before me. \n\n\"We worship this cock!\" she smiled, and grasping my shaft, she opened her mouth wide and took my cock right in. It felt gorgeous as her tongue explored and flicked my shaft, her short fair hair bobbing up and down as she sucked me. \n\n\"Come on,\" interrupted Maude, \"it's only a lick, not a blow!\" So Julie reluctantly pulled her head back, and smiled up at me. \n\n\"Well that's certainly not floppy, is it? Maude, are you next?\" \n\nSo Maude came over, her green cardy showing off her wobbling bulging breasts beautifully. She knelt in front of me, and grabbing my cock firmly, licked the end like a lolly. \"Mmm...\" she said to herself, \"I'll take some more of this later! Faith, come on girl!\" \n\nNext Faith knelt in front of me, giving me a big wink as she looked up. She put her hands behind her head too, then pushed her head forward opening her mouth and putting her tongue out. Being as suggestive as she could, she licked around my shaft, before licking off the liquid drops that appeared on my end. Then she quickly pressed forward and sucked hard, before pulling back to Maude's scolds: \n\n\"No sucking you greedy girls! - Now last it is Sandy's turn to repay the pleasure - but not all the way mind you!\" \n\nSo Sandy got up from the sofa, his blue cardigan now buttoned up neatly again, and knelt in front of me. He held one hand forward, as if to cup my balls as he moved his head down towards my shaft. Then I gasped as he moved his fingers right between my legs and stroked my anus as he licked the end of my quivering cock. He continued to finger my anus as he carefully licked my dribbles, and I'm sure I would have cum over his face if Maude had not stopped him. \n\n\"Right, that's enough of that, Sandy!\" she spoke firmly, \"We can finish him off during the initiation. Girls, get your glasses full, and Faith - bring the camera with you! We need to keep a record of this for our files!\" \n\nFaith smiled at her, then looked at me: \"Well I'll try and get everything covered, as long as we don't get too carried away! I've got some nice pictures already of him sucking off Sandy, and Sandy's face is a picture, I can tell you! I didn't use the flash as it might have put Mandy off his stroke.\" \n\nJulie giggled, and Maude smiled: \"Come on cardy girls, let's go upstairs. Is everyone warm enough? Sandy, please bring those two wine bottles up too, I'm sure we will get thirsty later. and everyone else - take your glasses with you!\" \n\nSo we trouped upstairs, me following behind Faith so I could stare at her beautiful rounded bottom and quivering thighs as she moved upwards, giving little glimpses of her soft skin folds as she walked. We went into Maude's bedroom at the front of the house. As before, the dark maroon curtains were already drawn and the lights on, and the dark red flowery quilt was still covering the bed, complementing the pale pink walls. As we filed in so we could all see each other in the mirror on the wardrobe... a mass of cardigans and pink skin. \n\n\"Right,\" began Maude, who was now fully into her organising mode again, \"I think the first thing is another drink, so Faith, can you do the honours please?\" \n\nSo Faith poured everyone a glass, and Sandy put the other bottle on the dressing table. \n\n\"A toast, everyone - to the new Initiate!\" said Maude, and everyone repeated it before we all finished our glasses. It was proving thirsty work... \n\nMaude took centre stage: \"Now the last phase... let's blindfold the Initiate please, so he can concentrate on the pleasures of touch. Can you just get the blindfold from the chair, and tie it on please Julie?\" \n\nSo Julie went to fetch a black woollen scarf which was draped over the chair back, then came up behind me, with that cheeky smile on her face. She adjusted the scarf over my eyes, then pulled it tight and I felt her tying the knot at the back of my head. \n\n\"There, can you see anything?\" she asked. I could just make out a little to the bottom left and right, but said: \"No, not a thing.\" as I thought it would be easier. \n\n\"Well before anything else we need a group photo - so do up your cardies girls. And let's line up against this wall. Faith can you get the camera on auto from that table?\" So I felt myself being gently walked back towards a wall, and felt someone take a quick stroke of my cock too, but couldn't see who. \n\n\"OK, now let's all gather round the Initiate, and touch her somewhere, ready for the flash. Faith, you come into this position here once you've set the camera off.\" \n\nThere was lots of jostling and touching, and it seemed all hands were on me - my arms, my breasts, my legs and of course my cock. Then I saw the flash through my scarf. \n\n\"I wasn't looking at the camera - another photo please Faith! Everyone else just stay still - and don't toss him Julie - not yet anyway!\" There was a rush as Faith came to the group again, then another flash. \n\n\"Right - onto the bed with the Initiate. Let's have her spread-eagled in the middle please.\" Maude ordered, so we all obeyed, and they helped me up onto the bed, before I lay down on my back. Then, feeling wonderfully exposed, they moved my arms and legs till my arms were outstretched sideways and my legs wide apart. Then I saw some more flashes and heard giggles from Julie. \n\n\"OK, positions please, girls. You and you - one leg each. You and you an arm each.\" \n\nI figured that she must have included herself somewhere in the four 'you's but had no idea who was where. \n\n\"Now remember, focus all your pleasure giving on the Initiate and your chosen limb. We all have to try and make her cum without touching the cock... And just keep snapping away Faith, this should be a good night to remember!\" \n\nThen I felt the matress going down as the all clambered on the bed. Then suddenly my hands and arms and legs and feet were all getting so much stimulation. I could focus on my fingers easiest, which were being stroked over soft wool. A breast, definitely, on my left, and nipple too. But was it Faith's? Soft wool on my right, and another breast, then soft skin of a belly, then slipping between her legs and fingering her moistness. Was it Maude? or Julie. That meant one of this hands stroking my thighs must be Sandy. And the other? \n\nIt was just amazing, and I felt my body writhing gently, forcing my cock into the air to show off as I blindly lay back, being stroked and massaged and pleasured. Out of the corner of the scarf I saw Julie, stroking my right leg. So I let my right hand's fingers explore the body that was squatting on it... yes that must be Maude, as I slipped a finger inside her vagina, and gently stroked her clitoris with my thumb, and heard a gentle low moan. So this left hand must be squeezing Faith's nipple under her cardigan, and suddenly, as she leaned over and kissed me, I knew I was right. \n\nThere were more flashes, and more stroking and fingering. The leg couple had moved from the lower ankle right up to the top of my thigh, and had now pulled my legs further apart as fingers explored my panty-line - if only I had any on. Then - was it Julie or Sandy - reached under my bottom, somehow separating my cheeks, and I felt a finger explore around my anus. Faith's tongue was now exploring my mouth, and now both my hands were exploring between legs: my right hand had two fingers well inside Maude as my thumb rubbed her, and my left hand was just slipping between Faith's moist folds. There were moaning sounds from several directions as the matress began to move rhythmically. \n\nSuddenly I felt finger around my cock - which had been longing for attention all this time. Then lips wrapped round me as I was being sucked. The pleasure was just exquisite, then I suddenly wondered who it was. I longed for it to be Julie. But it was all getting too arousing anyway. I was about to burst, and so was Maude as I fingered her. \n\n\"Right!\" she panted, \"Let's finish him off now, then we can all cum together. Sandy, just suck him off now, but don't swallow and make sure we can all have a suck of his cum.\" \n\nI was past caring as my fingers explored the soft wet flesh of Faith and Maude, while Faith's tongue battled with mine, Maude's cardigan flapped against my face, fingers explored my anus and thighs, while more fingers pumped my cock and lips sucked hard on my end. \n\nIn a thrashing and thrusting I felt myself cum, and let out a cry of pleasure. \"Quick girls, get your share now - just a quick suck each while he's still spurting. And don't forget the photo's Faith!\" So as I kept on coming I felt more sucking and saw more flashes. Then I was subsiding, and felt the blindfold being pulled from my head. It was Maude, of course, and I looked down to see Faith still lying over my cock, as Sandy and Julie looked on. \n\n\"Well done, Initiate! That's the longest initiation I can remember. But we've not all cum yet, so let's just get on with it before we lose it! Sandy and Julie - you just do it on the floor. Faith - go and get that strapn and give me a good rodding. Mandy's got me all ready and now he's flat as a pancake.\" \n\nThen I fell asleep... to dream some more..."
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"value": "### Title: Dimensional Balance Chapter 21: Black and White by Arcane Reno\n\n### Tags: Bestiality, Fingering, Human, Jolteon, M/F, Non-Anthro, Pokemon, Vaginal\n\n### Characters\n\n**Deimos**: A zoroark with a cunning and aggressive nature. He is competitive and often tries to outdo his mate, Phobos. He is also ambitious and seeks to please their master.\n\n**Phobos**: A female zoroark who is just as aggressive and competitive as Deimos. She is strong-willed and dominant, often asserting her authority over Deimos. She is also very powerful, capable of harnessing dark energies.\n\n**Kirin**: A jolteon who is part of a group traveling with a human trainer named Shawn. She is introspective and struggles with her feelings, particularly her romantic interests. She is also powerful and enjoys battling.\n\n**Broggles (Brogg)**: A friendly and somewhat timid raichu who lives in the forest. He is initially wary of humans but warms up to Kirin. He is strong and enjoys a good battle but is also cautious.\n\n**Shawn**: A human trainer who is kind and understanding towards his pokémon. He treats them as equals and is known for his storytelling. He is also powerful and has a unique bond with his pokémon.\n\n### Plot\n\nDeimos and Phobos, two anthro zoroarks, are on a mission to hunt down a human. They are competitive and often clash with each other, both physically and verbally. Deimos attempts to assert his dominance over Phobos, but she quickly puts him in his place, using her superior strength and dark powers. Despite their rivalry, they are both determined to complete their mission and please their master.\n\nMeanwhile, Kirin, a jolteon, is traveling with her human trainer, Shawn, and her group. She is introspective and struggles with her feelings, particularly her romantic interests. She encounters Broggles, a raichu, in the forest and engages in a friendly battle with him. Kirin enjoys the battle, finding it a good way to release her pent-up emotions. Broggles is initially wary of humans but warms up to Kirin, finding her to be kind and understanding.\n\nThroughout the story, the theme of power dynamics and competition is explored, both in the relationship between Deimos and Phobos, and in the battle between Kirin and Broggles. The characters all have their own motivations and struggles, which drive the narrative forward."
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"value": "A splintering *crack* rent the early evening air, accompanying the satisfying sensation of the fragile, bone-white walls of the prize he held crumbling beneath his claws. Thick, warm liquid burbled out of the fissure, quickly lapped up by his greedy tongue, filling his mouth with salty flavour. Deimos put his paw to his lips, cleaning the fresh, dark fluid away from his glistening claws, before tipping the large sphere back and draining it of the greater portion of the delicious juice in a long gulp.\n\nAnother sharp *crack,* and the meaty snack encased within the sphere followed down to his belly. Deimos grunted in satisfaction, snuffling within the broken container for any further treats, then tossed the remaining fragments aside when it proved to be empty. That flygon had been an irritatingly persistent fighter, but the reward had been well worth it. A glance over at his mate showed the other zoroark to be consuming her egg with equal relish. Maybe if he was swift enough, he could... no. She had her eye on him already, making sure he didn't attempt to divest her of the meal.\n\n*Shame. If she'd turned her back more, she'd never see me coming.*\n\nAs if she'd heard the thought, Phobos said, \"You're an idiot, Deimos, and you're not getting *my* egg. Don't forget who it was that snapped that dragon's neck in the end.\" She punctuated the statement by taunting him with a view of the last bits of meat and juices sliding slowly into her maw. Deimos's lip curled into a snarl.\n\n*Bitch. If I hadn't taken the brunt of its attentions, you never would have had the chance.* Aloud, he said, \"You can have your stupid dragon. *I* will be the one to wring the neck of that scrawny human.\"\n\n\"Maybe, if you get your nose out of your ass and back on the trail,\" Phobos retorted, picking at a loose flake of keratin on one of her claws. \"We might have found him days ago, if you hadn't lead us to the other side of that mountain.\"\n\n\"What, your nose didn't fail us as well? How was *I* to know that he could transport himself so far so quickly? Are you questioning the tools the Master gave us, Phobos? The scent led there, and then it vanished. Had you been in the lead, you would have followed the same path.\" His claws flexed instinctively. He could almost *feel* the boy's soft, human throat between them. How sweet would *that* meal be?\n\nPhobos didn't answer right away, instead choosing to brazenly turn her back on him, paying him as much mind as a chattering starly. Deimos's hackles rose. Master hadn't said they both need to return once the task was complete, and why should he always need to compete for the favor of the Great One? She was far too confident.\n\n*A weakness. An advantage.* His muscles tensed to spring, then relaxed. *No, not yet. She has time to react if I rush her now.*\n\n\"He does not seem to be magically springing halfway across the world now, does he?\" Phobos said, still not deigning to look at him. She raised her muzzle, sniffing the air. \"I can taste his stench towards the sunrise now. There is nothing wrong with what Master gave us. Maybe you couldn't smell him over your own fearof that big, *scary,* human wizard, hmm?\"\n\n\"Hardly. Master implied he was dangerous, for a human, though that's like being dangerous, for a caterpie.\"\n\n\"Oh? But, what if he casts a spell on you, makes *you* his bitch, like that arcanine?\" Despite not being able to see her face, he could sense her smirk. \"You're an idiot, Deimos, but a lucky idiot. If Master had seen that lastblunder, it would be another night with the Mist-Fears for you. After we catch up with the human and have our fun with him, perhaps I will allow him to cling to life, so I can convince Master to let the mists play with *both* of you. It would be amusing to hear who screams louder, don't you think?\"\n\nWith a wordless growl, Deimos lashed out, warping the air around Phobos into hundreds of writhing vines, each binding her to the earth with a life of their own. An instant later, he was sent reeling as the illusion shattered, thrown back by her counter-casting. Deimos closed his eyes against the false image of a massive, falling boulder filling his vision, and charged forward blind.\n\n*It's not real, it's not real, it's not-*\n\nHis shoulder connected with something soft and furred, and then they were wrestling, his claws finding purchase in her shoulder and cheek, even as hers dug into his belly and scrabbled for a grip on his throat. Phobos' features contorted into a rictus, and as she threw her weight sideways in an attempt to pin him down, he let loose the Dark Pulse he'd been building since he'd first made contact. The blast of midnight energy threw them violently apart, buying him the space to gain a better position. She'd been tossed onto her belly in the dirt, dazed from the unexpected blow, and was only beginning to rise.\n\n*Perfect.*\n\nDeimos pounced, dropping on top of her with his full weight. Phobos let out a cross between a furious hiss and an *oomph,* as he seized her by the mane and shoulder, grinding her nose forcibly into the dirt.\n\n\"Time to learn some respect, bitch.\" Wary of her ability to squirm away, he straightened, and landed a heavy kick on her left ankle, forcing her legs further apart. This was too good a position not to take advantage of. \"That's right, *down.\" Feeling her muscles tense, he planted a foot on her haunch, holding her in place and yanking firmly on her mane to prove his point. Great Master's blessing, it felt *good* to hear her fail to contain a yelp.\n\n\"I hate you,\" she growled, managing to wriggle around enough to glare up at him. He flashed her a triumphant grin.\n\n\"I hate you too. But, you look good like this. The pose suits you.\"\n\n\"Go jump off a cliff.\"\n\nOnly one question to answer at this point. What exactly to take as his reward for victory? It seemed unfair that *she* should get much enjoyment out of it as well, and her stifled grunts and cries were a pretty good turn on... Plus, it wasn't like she'd *willingly* give up that part of herself to him.\n\nKeeping her mane firmly wound in his claw, Deimos clambered awkwardly on top of the other zoroark, substituting his entire body weight for his footpaw to pin her down. She fought, trying to roll and throw him off, but his grip on her mane and his fangs at her throat discouraged the idea. He shivered in anticipation, grinding his hips into her squirming, enjoying the sensation of his stiffening sheath pressed tight to her vulnerable rear. His grin widened as he felt his shaft slide past something slick and wet, the scent in the air subtly beginning to shift.\n\n\"I think you like being on the bottom more than you let on.\"\n\n\"Fuck you.\"\n\nDeimos chuckled, continuing to tease her --and himself-- with suggestive thrusts against her warm entrance, tingles of excitement prickling through his body as his shaft swelled. She wasn't fighting quite so hard now, submitting to the punishment she'd earned. Deimos allowed her to relax slightly, adjusting his hips lower as if he were about to plunge inside. The best illusions were always the ones someone *else* made for you.\n\n*Time for a surprise, bitch.*\n\nWrapping his free forelimb around her chest, he jerked his hips upwards, grunting in satisfaction as his tip pressed neatly into his true target. Phobos jolted, letting loose a delightful squawk. Not allowing her a moment to recover, he seized his advantage, shoving with all his strength, forcing his way past the resisting ring of flesh. It was harder than he'd expected, without the runny, feminine juices to ease his entry, but he could feel her muscular walls beginning to part, granting reluctant access to the superior power of his maleness, allowing him to claim this last sanctum of hers as his own-\n\nOne moment, he was experiencing the ecstasy of taking his mate's anal virginity, the next he was on his back, seeing stars, gasping for breath. A stinging lash fell across his chest, then another across his belly, then a third, and a fourth, barely missing his eye. Deimos yelped, holding his claws up to protect his face, only to have the wind driven from his lungs by a hefty blow.\n\n\"That fucking *hurt,* you conniving little moron!\"\n\nHe tried to roll away, but a tremendous blow caught his jaw, snapping his head back and making his ears ring. Coughing, he curled up, desperate to shield himself against further abuse. He could taste copper and salt on his tongue, and one of his teeth wiggled as he ran his tongue across it.\n\n\"Phobos, I-\"\n\nSeveral more powerful strikes followed, thudding into his ribs with enough force to make them creak beneath the impact. Deimos writhed, stifling his curses for fear of drawing greater retribution. One final, contemptuous kick narrowly missed hitting home between his legs, instead awarding no more than a nasty bruise on his rump, before the blows ceased.\n\n\"Roll over.\"\n\nBarely managing to keep from whimpering, he did as he was told, cautiously lowering his guard and meeting her furious glare. The sight of her was fearsome enough, with the black nimbus of power now surrounding her. It seemed to suck all the light from the surrounding air, the edges of its roiling darkness arcing and pulsing. With her currently drawing on the full might of the wellspring the Great Master had granted them, he stood as much chance as a blind, mewling cub. Nor would he be able to seize any of that power to defend himself, as she would sense him reaching, and break every bone in his body before he'd managed to wrest even a trickle of it away from her.\n\n\"You're pathetic.\" She placed her footpaw on his chest, leaning down until she was almost nose to nose with him. Even her eyes, normally blue like his own, had turned jet black with the swirling energies infusing her. \"I would have let you do it, but you had to go and try to raise the stakes, hmm?\" Her claw traced his throat, her posture and tone implying she'd be content to tear it out here and now, and no matter what Master might do to her later.\n\n\"Phobos, please,\" he tried, inwardly wincing at the rising note of panic in his own voice. \"I didn't-\"\n\n\"You've given me an idea, though,\" she continued, as if he hadn't spoken. \"It seems that you have a thing for doing it under the tail.\" She was straddling him now, dropping her hips in line with his, rocking gently. Despite his fear, despite the aches from the bruises she'd awarded him, he felt a stir in his loins, the tantalizing closeness of her lower lips cueing his arousal. She couldn't really mean-\n\n\"Yes...\" she murmured. \"I do intend to finish what you started. Won't that be nice, hmm? Would you like that?\"\n\nHad she gone mad? This was far from the first time they'd tested each other, and Phobos had never once shown any mercy. With the Master's power flowing through her, she could tear him in half without even breathing hard.\n\n*I don't envy you, human, if she gets to you first.* He had no intentions of playing games, no matter how amusing it may be. Master had told him to kill, so he would kill.\n\nApparently, he hadn't answered fast enough for her liking. Her claws tightened on his throat, even as her grinding turned more insistent. \"I said, *won't that be nice?!\"\n\n\"Yes... Phobos,\" he choked out, caught between the urge to give in to what his body was telling him it wanted, and the desire to somehow get away and flee at top speed. Not that the latter would do much good. She would be on him in the blink of an eye, and trying it might drive her to the point of killing.\n\n\"Good boy.\" She patted his cheek, her savage smile showing every one of her pearly fangs. \"Once I am done with you, we will run, and no complaints! Master will be growing impatient, as I am. I want to taste *human* blood tonight.\" Dark tendrils slithered free of the black aura, binding tight around all four of his paws, splaying him out helplessly on his back. \"Tonight! Do you understand?\"\n\n\"Yes, Phobos. We will take him tonight.\" Despite his current position, the thought made his mouth water.\n\nWith one claw, she traced the contours of his muzzle, the other paw beginning to stroke suggestively at a fifth, thicker tendril of blackness that looped over her shoulder. \"But, first... You mentioned something about learning respect.\"\n\nThe free tendril squirmed away, disappearing over her back. At the same time, she raised her hips, aligning her glistening entrance with his twitching member. \"It will be my *pleasure* to teach you.\" Ecstasy pulled a gasp from his muzzle as she impaled his length within her clenching depths, the shock of it making him buck to meet her. He was already halfway inside with the single stroke, the inner warmth of his mate wrapping about his sensitive flesh, caressing it within silky folds. He couldn't believe he was going to get off as lightly as this. Did this even count as punishment? She wasn't yet in heat, but perhaps she-\n\nWait. Where had that other tendril gone?\n\n*That bi-!*\n\nDeimos's squeal of pain split the evening air in two.\n\nThe moment she was safely behind the screen of foliage, Kirin halted, closed her eyes, and let out a long, exasperated huff. How much longer would this go on? It was getting ridiculous. She could barely hold a brief conversation with Shawn without her tongue tying itself in knots, and the stupidest possible things threatening to leap from her brain to her mouth without so much as a 'please'!\n\n\"I'm still not sure how I feel about... things,\" she said to the surrounding forest, mocking her own words. \"Pah! He must think I'm crazy, traipsing off to be alone like this after what just happened!\"\n\n*Said the jolteon who's talking to trees,* whispered the little voice in her mind. Kirin bit back a snarl, resuming her directionless walking, and scrambling over a fallen log to get deeper into the woods. It felt like her emotions had run through every possible range in a matter of moments, and on top of it all, ended up right back where she'd started; on-edge, muddled, and horribly embarrassed by both her own desires and lack of decision. She wanted nothing more than to break into a run; to pour out all of her frustrations by working her body to its absolute limit, coaxing every last drop of speed from her muscles.\n\nThat was one of the things she most loved about her evolved form. Dashing along with the landscape blurring around her, ducking and weaving, feeling her body respond with perfect accuracy. The wind rushing through her mane, stirring the crackling power that rested there. The ripple and flow of her lithe muscles, propelling her at top speed, always faster, faster... until she lay spent, panting, yet happy in her exertion, and ready for another round once she'd caught her breath. On a good day, she was willing to bet she could even outmatch Cheri's powerful bounding stride, in speed at least if not in grace.\n\nYet, she couldn't outrun her aggravation at the moment. She'd promised she wouldn't go far, and running in circles would only be *more* frustrating. Arceus knew she'd done more than enough of that in her head lately, without having to enact it in reality. Ever since she'd evolved, it seemed her mind had been running at top speed, without so much as a pause for breath. When had things become so complicated?\n\n*As if I need to ask that.*\n\nHopping nimbly over another log, Kirin found herself in a small clear space, the trees overhead entwining their branches, allowing only a dappled pattern of golden sunlight to trickle through. Kirin paused, affixing the forest with a glare. It didn't particularly deserve the resentment, but that was part of it as well now, wasn't it? The lack of a definable target for her annoyance -ther than herself-- was even *more* aggravating.\n\nKirin flopped down onto the springy surface of moss and thin grasses, mulling the problem over as she stared into the depths of the forest. Hina's lack of listening wasn't the source of her current frustration. How could she be angry about it? Her little sister had evolved, and wasn't so little anymore, even if she had potentially stunted her own growth. Kirin could still remember what that sensation felt like --all that new power flooding into you until it felt like you would explode. On top of that, the unmistakable strength Hina had exhibited was staggering. Once she knew what to do with it, Kirin doubted that she herself would be able to defeat Hina in a battle, which was both exciting and a little scary to think about. But, that wasn't the cause of her present emotional state either now, was it?\n\n*How selfish am I?* she wondered, looking down at her forepaws. *This is a special day for her, so why is it so difficult to focus on that instead?* Perhaps because every time she looked at him, she'd catch that hint of a smile that always seemed to be hiding at the corners of his mouth. Maybe it was the easy way he had of making her laugh and forget her worries. Then there was his calming presence, allowing him to soothe Hina's fears, and take control of the entire situation in the blink of an eye, guiding it away from disaster. Or perhaps it was because whenever he touched her, she'd start thinking about how great it would be if that touch lingered just a few seconds more, slid further along her body, and-\n\n*Stop that!*\n\nShe went back to glaring at the forest. Why couldn't it be enough for her to enjoy what she already had? What was wrong with her that she craved so desperately to have more, something that wasn't hers, and what might ruin what she shared now? If that wasn't being perfectly, horribly selfish, she didn't know what was.\n\nIt was likely the best thing if she would simply forget about it all, including... no, *especially* what Cheri had told her, and focus solely on her training. That was the most important thing after all. She knew what was at stake. Her own petty wants didn't enter into that in the least. What made that concept so difficult to cram between her ears? Why wouldn't her body understand that, and stop tormenting her with these pesky urges?\n\n*What* do *I want?*\n\nWas it too much to ask for someone to explain it to her, plain and simple? A straightforward, \"You ought to do this,\" and show when, how, why, and who with. Her romantic interests were doubtlessly on the low end of the universe's priority list, yet was it wrong for her to wish for it anyway?\n\n*One little favor, Arceus, that's all I ask.*\n\nPerhaps Arceus was the wrong deity to be requesting it of though. Mew was better known for taking an interest in matters of love, though the odds of catching *her* attention seemed impossibly slim. Maybe-\n\nKirin jumped as the foliage rustled, a twig snapping noisily. Scrambling to her feet, she planted herself, automatically tensing and allowing the energy in her mane to spark to a higher intensity as she zeroed in on the spot the noise had come from. It *couldn't* be one of the legends. That was impossible, she hadn't even asked! Was it one of the others, then? Or... was something stalking her?\n\n\"Who's there?\" she called, hoping it came out with more confidence than she felt. It was rather unnerving to be watched without her knowledge, even if it did turn out to be harmless. Her nostrils twitched, trying to catch the scent, but the unseen prowler was downwind of her. A shiver ran down her spine. Maybe going off alone hadn't been such a good idea. Arceus, what if it was *Nash?* The mental image of that monster stepping out of the forest, emotionless eyes paralyzing her, dark ooze appearing at his command to squeeze the life from her struggling body...\n\n\"S-sis? Cheri? H-hello?\"\n\nSomething small rolled out of the bushes first --a pecha berry, she noted absently-- followed shortly by a rather pudgy raichu pushing his way through the leaves. He gave her a sheepish grin, scooped up the fruit with a paw, and shook his head. \"Sorry about that,\" he said. \"I didn't mean to startle you. This one was trying to escape.\" Shrugging, he popped the berry into his mouth, chewed with cheeks bulging, and gulped it down, a look of pleased satisfaction crossing his features.\n\nKirin relaxed slightly, the moment of panicked terror slipping away, leaving her knees a bit wobbly. This pokémon didn't seem the least bit threatening. \"That's... alright. I'm just a little edgy right now. Not your fault. No offense, I hope.\"\n\n\"Not at all.\" He tilted his head to the side, peering at her more closely. \"Wait. I've never seen you around here before, have I? I've only ever seen one jolteon, a long time ago, and I'm pretty sure she wasn't you.\"\n\nKirin fidgeted, feeling a bit self-conscious. \"Oh, yes, I suppose we're not all that common, are we?\" She'd only seen one or two other eeveelutions herself while travelling with Shawn, and both of those at the side of another trainer, not in the wild. She lowered her eyes to her paws again. \"I hope I'm not invading your territory or anything like that. I can leave if you want me to.\"\n\nHe waved a dismissive paw. \"No, no, no, it's okay, I don't mind the company. Just don't raid my berry bushes. There's not as many to go around this time of year, and-\" he paused, scratching the back of his head, and looking a bit sheepish. \"But, of course, if you're really hungry...\"\n\nShe glanced up sharply. \"Why would I do- oh.\" She'd forgotten what it was like to be a wild pokémon for a moment. \"No, it's alright. I promise I won't touch them. My own dinner is waiting for me back at camp.\" A small smile crossed her muzzle. \"A special celebration dinner even, for my sister. Master promises it will be amazing.\"\n\n\"Master?\" His features screwed up in a puzzled frown, then shifted just as quickly to wide-eyed realization. \"Oh, you're with a human?\" His head swivelled from side to side, as though trying to look in all directions at once for danger. \"A...a trainer?\"\n\n\"Yeah...\" Thinking she may have misstepped, Kirin did her best to paint a reassuring smile on her face, choosing her next words with a bit more care. \"He won't be upset if you talk to me, don't worry. He's not that kind of trainer. He's... different.\" She looked away, occupying herself with an itch behind her left ear.\n\n\"Different? Different how?\" Appearing to relax slightly, he came a little closer, though Kirin noticed that he was still primed to bolt at the first sign of human presence, or a trick on her part. \"I suppose I don't know a lot about them, but I usually try to avoid humans.\"\n\nToo late, she remembered what Shawn had said about keeping his unique abilities a secret from others. On the other paw, this was a single wild Raichu, even a bit frightened at the idea of a human nearby. Surely there was no harm in talking to him.\n\n\"Well, he knows how to talk to us for a start. He really seems to understand, and he treats us like equals, even though he's our trainer.\" A sudden giggle bubbled out of her. \"And he *hates* being called Master, which is part of why we do it. Cheri says it's good for him, and that it's the proper thing to do besides. Personally, I like teasing him with it.\"\n\n\"He knows how to talk to you? You mean he's polite about giving orders?\"\n\nKirin shook her head. \"Not at all. In fact, he rarely *tells* us to do anything. He usually asks. If he tells us to do something, it's always important, or part of our training.\" She returned the smile. The raichu looked much more natural with that easy grin, giving Kirin the impression that this was a 'mon with few cares in general. \"And he tells us all these great stories. I'm not sure if I believe all of them, but it's hard to think that he'd lie to us.\"\n\n*To me,* she added silently in her head. Aloud, she hurried to correct herself, \"Some of them are just so fantastic though... It's incredible to think about all the things he's been through. He never seems to run out either; even when my sister pesters him to repeat one of her favourites.\"\n\n\"Stories, huh?\" He looked a little skeptical, but that was easily forgiven. \"He sounds like a nice guy. It's good to know that not all humans are as bad as I've heard.\"\n\n\"He is.\" She thought back to the first day she'd met him, the confusion, pain, and barely held back fear of what had happened to her mother screaming at her to take her sister and run as fast as she could. Yet, all it had taken was a few words, a gentle hand, and seconds later, she was being scooped up and carried to safety by a mysterious saviour. \"I can't help wondering what he would-\" She bit off the words, horrified at what had nearly come out of her mouth. Darkrai's curses, why couldn't she control her tongue better?! Mind racing, she attempted to cover the slipup. \"Oh, I'm sorry, I've been rather rude, haven't I?\" Getting to her feet, she gave a nod to the friendly raichu. \"I haven't properly introduced myself. My name is Kirin. What's yours?\"\n\nHe shot her a level look, showing exactly how effective her diversion had been. \"Oh, I'm Broggles, but you can call me Brogg. Pleased to meet you, Kirin.\"\n\nKirin smiled, happy to have evaded that particular topic, even if it hadn't exactly been by her own glibness. \"Likewise. Look, Brogg, I know this is a bit sudden, but I could *really* use some help blowing off some steam right now. What do you say to a quick battle?\" Her grin widened as she allowed sparks to course through her mane once more. *This* would put him off the subject! It really would be a nice way to release some stress too. \"I promise I'll go easy.\"\n\nHis eyes widened, his cheeks giving off a small crackle of energy. \"Umm... do you really mean for fun? Or, because you actually *do* want my berries?\"\n\nShe giggled, finding his rather one track mind rather cute. \"No, no, not like that. Just for fun. I need the exercise, and I've never battled another electric type before. Please?\" She gave Hina's 'pleading face' her best shot.\n\n\"I...\" He paused, looking her up and down appraisingly, then shrugged and stepped forward, coming more into the center of the clearing. \"I guess I don't see why not. A quick one can't hurt, at least. I could use a bit of exercise myself. I'll warn you though, I'm one of the strongest in these woods, and I have an electrike friend who I train with sometimes, so I know how to deal with overconfident electric types.\"\n\n\"Overconfident, huh? I guess we'll find out.\" Kirin took a deep breath, holding it, then letting it out, allowing her muscles to relax briefly before tensing for action. This wasn't like a normal battle, where she could rely on Shawn's directions. It was time to test how well she'd learned. Who knew what sort of tricks this pokémon might have, fighting his own way? She had very little experience facing wild pokémon. Most stayed away without bothering them, simply on the merit of the aura her trainer projected when they travelled off the roads, so the majority of her battles were against other trainers.\n\n\"So, uh, how does this work, exactly?\" Broggles asked, fidgeting as if he were a bit apprehensive despite his statement. \"How do you do it? One of us says, \"go\" or something?\"\n\nKirin grinned. \"Not usually, but, that works for me.\" Whether the raichu was an accomplished fighter or not, this was still going to be fun. \"Go!\"\n\nThe instant the words left her mouth, she was moving, breaking from a standstill into Quick Attack pattern three. Left, breathe, forward, *strike!* Through the blur of motion, she caught the look of surprise on his face as she tagged him from the side, making her giggle as she leaped away. Not a full tackle, just something to get his attention. It must've worked, because a bolt of lightning zinged past her left ear as she skidded to a halt facing him, her fur crackling in response. It hit the one of the trees with a loud crackle of discharging power.\n\n*Oh yeah, here we go!*\n\nBack in motion. Never stand still if you can help it. More Quick Attacks, making her a difficult target to track as she closed in, gathering her energy, coming in behind him and...\n\nEmpty air.\n\n*Looks like he knows that trick too.*\n\nWhirling, she was in time to catch a hefty blow to the chest, sending her tumbling backwards. Arceus, he was stronger than he looked! Regaining her feet, she found him standing in a combat crouch in the middle of the clearing, looking abashed.\n\n\"Sorry, I didn't mean to-\" he started to say, but she was already back on the move. She'd need to watch out for whatever that had been. Some kind of basic physical move. Maybe Bullet Punch. Could a raichu learn that? Or perhaps Slam. It didn't matter. He tried to dodge, but she'd kept a closer eye on him this time, and the tiny electrical needles of her Thunder Wave caught him in their net, momentarily freezing him in place.\n\n\"You'd better start meaning to, or you're going to lose!\" she called, dashing towards him. At the last second, she spun, lashing out with her hindpaws, putting everything she had into the Double Kick. Two shots, two grunts from her beleaguered opponent as he toppled backwards, and off running again as he rolled, getting back on his feet with the release from paralysis.\n\nA blast of energy caught her flank, another zinging wide in short succession. He was fast with those, but they didn't pack as much punch as his physical moves did. She shivered as the delightful tingles of power began running through her system, revitalizing and adding a bit more zip to her step.\n\n*Guess he doesn't know about* that *part. How unfortunate... for him.*\n\nHer heart thumped madly in her chest as she nipped in close, landing another hard Double Kick into his side. He \"oofed\", then he too was a blur, matching her speed in lockstep. He feinted left. She ducked, and felt a heavy blow fly overhead. Time to get out of the way. A burst of inner power, a leap, and she was kicking off from his shoulders, leaving the other electric pokémon with the parting gift of her paw to his face. He let out a yelp --probably more from surprise than pain-- but she still had time to nail him with a Shockwave before he could reorient himself.\n\n*Breathe. Move. Faster!*\n\nHe wasn't staying still for her to pummel him. Pouring on the speed, she flew across the clearing, paws churning as he tried to chase her down. He was starting to catch up. Time for another trick. That tree there... perfect. Now, if she timed this right...\n\nShe could hear his heavy breathing behind her as she reached her destination. Without slowing, she *leaped,* bouncing off her hind legs to change her angle, and allowed her momentum to propel her several steps up the curving trunk of the tree. Tense, aaaand... *Quick Attack!*\n\nShe landed in time to see him rolling back to his feet from his aborted maneuver, and she crouched, building up the charge for another Shockwave. She loved that move. It was the first purely electric attack Shawn had taught her. Not especially powerful, but there was a certain knack to forming it, and it always gave her a tiny thrill to get it exactly right.\n\nThe bolt of electricity from above caught her completely off guard. His cheeks had sparked brighter, yes, but from *above* her? How had he done that? There was no pain. Power rushed into her like a mighty wind, the raw intensity of the current making her feel as if each individual strand of fur was vibrating. She felt as if the force of it would crush her, yet she'd never felt so *alive!* Sh"
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"value": "### Title: Ben and Streek: Clone Saga Ch. 04\n\n### Tags: science fiction, futuristic, transgender, gender-bender, masturbation, violence, fsolo\n\n### Characters\n\n**Ben (Bernadette Anders)**: One of the main protagonists, Ben is a clone with rapid healing abilities due to nanobots. She is physically strong, has large breasts, and is skilled in martial arts. Ben is enthusiastic, curious, and has a playful personality. She was formerly known as a man but was recreated as a woman by a cloning pod.\n\n**Streek (Lisa McKenzie)**: The other main protagonist, Streek is also a clone with similar healing abilities. She is described as having big boobs and is skilled in martial arts. Streek is more reserved and cautious compared to Ben. She was also formerly known as a man but was recreated as a woman.\n\n**Dr. Arnott**: An older, short man who is a co-founder of an underground resistance movement. He is intelligent, resourceful, and determined to recover and destroy alien technology known as Xenoform. Dr. Arnott is also responsible for giving Ben and Streek their martial arts abilities through an alien mind-writing machine.\n\n**Makita**: A white-plated android with human-like eyes, Makita is Dr. Arnott's assistant. She is capable of piloting spaceships, designing clothing, and performing maintenance tasks. Her speech patterns can be reprogrammed, ranging from insulting to flirtatious.\n\n**Mia**: A young woman with red hair, Mia is part of the resistance movement and is skilled in combat. She is confident, intelligent, and tough. Mia is also Dr. Arnott's granddaughter.\n\n**Zac**: A man of average build and height, Zac is part of the resistance movement and is skilled in engineering. He is responsible for upgrading the engines of the Van Halen, the spaceship he co-pilots with Mia.\n\n### Plot\n\nBen and Streek, two clones with rapid healing abilities, engage in a sparring match using their newly acquired martial arts skills, which were downloaded into their minds using an alien mind-writing machine. The process, though painful, equipped them with extensive knowledge of unarmed combat. Their new abilities are a significant upgrade from their previous vulnerabilities, giving them confidence and strength.\n\nAfter their intense sparring session, Ben and Streek are introduced to new outfits designed by Makita, an anthro android assistant to Dr. Arnott. The outfits are meant to help them blend in with the latest fashions, but Streek finds her mini-skirt impractical and uncomfortable. Dr. Arnott, aware of Streek's past trauma, assures her that they will address her concerns later.\n\nDr. Arnott then reveals that they will be making a stop at a hidden resistance base located in a dangerous globular cluster, M13. The base is a makeshift space station comprised of various starships, housing advanced technology. The resistance, led by General Bolton, aims to recover and destroy alien technology known as Xenoform, which poses a significant threat. Upon arrival, Ben and Streek meet Mia, Dr. Arnott's granddaughter, and Zac, an engineer. Mia discusses a recent encounter with a pirate captain, Captain Naeme, who is now their prisoner. Ben and Streek, having had traumatic experiences with Naeme, are eager to see him face justice. Dr. Arnott, however, suggests using a clone of Naeme to infiltrate the pirates. Mia and Zac offer their support in the hunt for the cloning pod, showcasing the unity and determination of the resistance group."
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"value": "*Chapter 4 - Meet the Boltons* \n\nIn the large empty room that was the cargo bay of the Avatari, Ben and Streek stood facing each other. They wore only their bra and panties and were both in a fighting stance. \n\n\"You should not have come back here Cockroach! Your Kung Fu is no match for mine!\" said Ben, imitating the cheesy dialogue from Kung Fu holo-films. \n\n\"You have disgraced my dojo, Hamster-Girl!\" replied Streek, \"...I will restore my honour by defeating you!\" \n\n\"Then let this be our final battle!\" \n\nStreek circled Ben with her fists raised, keeping light on her feet, ready to spring into action. Ben had her guard up and was watching her intently. Several different plans of attack filled Streeks' head, multiple combinations of moves that she could come at her opponent with. \n\n*No, wait for her to make the first move, block and counter*. Ben was obviously thinking the same thing, she wasn't moving to strike, she just kept facing Streek with a stupid smile on her face. \n\nSoon Streek was getting impatient, *Okay then, I'll make the first move.* Streek feinted a kick and then struck out at Ben with a combination of left and right punches aimed at her head, Ben blocked each one and then quickly kicked forward at her chest which Streek only just managed to turn and dodge in time. \n\nStreeks big boobs left her a little off balance, and Ben didn't hesitate in coming at her with a flurry of punches. She staggered back as the blows came at her, and one hard punch landed on her jaw. Streek dropped to the floor and spun her legs around in a wide sweep, which knocked Bens' legs from under her, making her drop to the ground. \n\nBoth girls sprung up from the floor again with smiles on their faces. Even Streek, who was rubbing her stinging jaw. They raised their fists again, and this time Ben came at Streek with an arching roundhouse kick. Streek ducked and punched her in the left boob. \n\n\"Owwwlll\" Ben cried out as she blocked a second punch. Streek threw another punch and Ben grabbed her arm and twisted her body so that she was throwing Streek over her shoulder. Streek came crashing to the ground, but soon bounced up to her feet again. \n\n\"You hit my tit!\" said Ben rubbing her sore breast. \n\n\"Get used to it girl, cos' I'm bringin' the smack-down!\" \n\n\"Bring it on, Cockroach!\" \n\nThe two girls began trading blows again, they were blocking, dodging, punching, kicking and throwing like seasoned martial arts masters. *This is fuckin' amazing!* thought Streek as she fought, *I can't believe this is me doing this.* \n\nDr. Arnott had agreed to use his Alien Mind-writing machine to download Martial arts experience directly into their minds. He had not found a way to use the Xenoform machine without causing brain damage, but Ben and Streeks' regenerating nanobots were able to repair the damage it caused. \n\nThe process had left them with debilitating, excruciating headaches for half an hour. Afterwards they found themselves with a vast knowledge of unarmed combat. They learned scores of different styles, disarming techniques, Kung Fu philosophy, pressure points in the human body and fight strategies, the information was suddenly in their heads and easily accessible. \n\nIn their minds they had fought hundreds of opponents. They couldn't wait to spar against each other and try out their new abilities. Dr. Arnott offered the empty cargo bay. \n\nAs they went on, they were getting more used to their bodies and gaining more confidence, pushing the limits of what they could do, and their intensity went up a few notches. \n\nBens' strong blows were occasionally hitting their mark and were very painful. Streek learned she had to keep her guard up, or she would get pummelled. A few of her strikes were getting through Bens' defences too. \n\nStreek pressed the attack with a flurry of punches and kicks that drove Ben back to the wall. Ben kicked off the wall and tackled Streek hard, she then used her wrestling moves, grappling with Streek as they hit the floor. \n\nTheir glistening, sweaty skin rubbed against each other as Streek writhed beneath her. Streek continued struggling and Bens' big tits pressed against her face. \n\n\"Ngghh, get off me!\" yelled Streek \n\n\"No, I got you now Cockroach, admit defeat and I'll go easy on you.\" \n\n\"Get off you fat bitch, it's not a wrestling match.\" \n\n\"Mixed martial arts, anything goes, you lose, I win.\" \n\n\"Fine, get off me, you won.\" Ben released Streek and got off of her. Streek sat up, both girls were covered in sweat and breathing heavily. \"...this round.\" said Streek. \n\n\"That was awesome!\" said Ben. \n\n\"Fuck yeah, If only we could do this shit before. We're not gunna get raped again, the next ass-hole who tries it will get the crap beaten out of him.\" \n\n\"Yeah, like those Cunts back at the Full Boot.\" \n\n\"Things are looking up Ben, we're now ass-kicking Kung Fu masters and the Doctor is going to help turn us back to men, once we find the Cloning Pod.\" \n\n\"Provided we recover it before the Bluecoats.\" \n\n\"Yeah, well ...I pity anyone who gets in my way!\" said Streek smacking her fist into her palm. \n\nThe door slithered open and Makita entered the room. \n\n\"Sorry to interrupt you lovely ladies, but your new outfits are ready\" said the white Plated android. \n\n\"Lovely ladies?\" said Streek, it was a big change to what she was calling them before. \n\n\"Yes, I hope you like them, though no doubt you will look fantastic in any outfit.\" \n\n\"Did Dr. Arnott reprogram your speech again?\" asked Ben. \n\n\"Yes he did, thank you for noticing.\" \n\n\"What? Did he program you to flirt with us now?\" \n\n\"Yes, oh you're as smart as you are pretty.\" \n\n\"That's all I need.\" said Streek, \"...A robot cracking on to me.\" \n\n\"Better than her calling you a slut.\" said Ben. \n\n\"Oh I can still talk dirty if you want me to.\" \n\n\"You don't even have any genitals, you're all talk!\" \n\n\"I can always install certain attachments, and I'd like to remind you, I excel at everything I do.\" Makita gave Streek a wink with her grey, human-like eyes. \n\n\"Okay, you're creeping me out a little now.\" said Ben, \"...you were saying something about outfits.\" \n\n\"I have laid them out on your beds in your quarters. Just let me know if you want me to lay anything else out on your beds.\" \n\n\"Dr. Arnott is a strange little man. Come on Streek, let's hit the showers.\" \n\nA little later, Streek come out into the large octagonal central room of the ship where Dr. Arnott and Makita were. She was wearing her new outfit that consisted of a black mini-skirt, low cut olive green top, which showed off her bulging cleavage and an open, orange-brown, long sleeved jacket over it, she also wore a large brown belt around her waist and the boots she bought in Port Redland. \n\n\"Stupid 'droid, I don't wear skirts!, why couldn't you have made me a pair of pants?\" \n\n\"I designed the clothing based on the latest fashions in New Heidi. Plus it shows off your lovely legs.\" said Makita. \n\n\"I don't want to show off anything! I don't care about fashion, I just wanted a T-shirt and pants like I had before.\" \n\n\"Wearing the latest fashion will help you blend in.\" said Dr. Arnott. \"...But Makita, I think you should have taken into account that Lisa here was recently a victim of sexual assault, she is not comfortable wearing revealing clothing.\" \n\n\"Not comfortable, I see\" said Makita, \"...Correction Noted. Do you want me to start again honey?\" \n\n\"Not right now, we will be at our destination fairly soon.\" \n\nBen walked in, she wasn't wearing a mini-skirt but had a pair of dark brown short shorts on. Her red top had long sleeves but also opened out in the front to show her cleavage. The outfit showed her curves well and looked good on her. \n\n\"Nice work Makita.\" said Ben \"Red is my favourite colour. Hey Streek, lookin' good!\" \n\n\"Yeah thanks, shame I can't sit down without flashing my panties, stupid mini-skirt!\" \n\n\"Well at least you have one satisfied customer.\" Dr. Arnott said to Makita. \n\nDr. Arnott turned to the girls, \"I trust you're both happy with how the mind-write went?\" \n\n\"Hell yeah, it's freakin' awesome.\" said Ben. \n\n\"...and the headaches have completely gone?\" \n\n\"Yeah, no worries.\" \n\n\"Good. Perhaps later on we can do more, firearms training, languages, computer hacking, piloting. But we don't want to push it, the human brain is not to be toyed around with, even a self repairing one.\" \n\n\"Did the Aliens know Kung fu? How is it that the Alien machine could teach us human fighting styles?\" asked Ben. \n\n\"The Alien machine makes it possible to load experience into the mind, the actual content comes from many Deep Brain Scans conducted by the Federation. They scanned elite soldiers, tournament champions, experienced Masters, even dangerous criminals, and compiled their combat experience.\" \n\n\"So, no Alien Kung fu styles?\" \n\n\"We don't know anything about the Aliens. The machines held no data about them, nobody has ever encountered them.\" \n\n\"There was one time, on pre-warp Earth.\" \n\n\"Oh, here we go.\" said Streek. \n\n\"They called it the Predator, it came to Earth to hunt.\" said Ben. \n\n\"That is just pre-warp mythology.\" said Dr. Arnott. \"...We've lost a lot of our histories from the time before we set out into the galaxy. So we just have a lot of stories. Some of them may have a measure of truth to them, others are just fanciful.\" \n\n\"I think the Predator was real. He came to hunt the Earths' greatest warriors. This wasn't in the time of Rocky Balboa, so that times' equivalent was Arnold Schwartz. The Predator hunted him down with advanced technology and killed all his comrades. but what's the best way to survive when you're being hunted? Is it to run? ...to hide?\" \n\n\"Become the hunter.\" Streek said in a bored voice, she had heard this story before. \n\n\"That's right, become the hunter. That's just what Arnold Schwartz did, he hunted the Predator, and battled him, and slew him. The Aliens didn't come to Earth to hunt any more after that.\" \n\n\"Just a story.\" said Dr. Arnott. \n\n\"I think it's as real as Rocky Balboa.\" said Ben. \n\nStreek sighed, \"Yeah, but you think the Ghost Busters were real as well.\" \n\n\"Why do you think there's no ghosts around? ...Ghost Busters wiped them out!\" \n\n\"We will be dropping out of hyper-warp soon.\" said Dr. Arnott. \n\n\"at New Heidi?\" asked Ben. \n\n\"No, we're making a stop at the base.\" \n\n\"Base? what base?, I thought we were going to New Heidi.\" \n\n\"It's the headquarters for an underground resistance movement. You didn't think I was taking on the Federation on my own did you?\" \n\n\"Uh, ...I guess not, but we need to go to New Heidi, my ship is there ...I think.\" \n\n\"Perhaps we will be going there, but I want to hear from my contact in the Federation first, I need to find out what the Federation knows before I plan our next move. Plus, the Avatari needs recharging, using the stealth field takes a tremendous amount of energy.\" \n\n\"Who is this Resistance?\" asked Streek. \"...Are you their leader?\" \n\n\"No, I am a co-founder though. The man in charge is a friend of mine, General Bolton. He's a veteran of the Civil war. Many of the members of the resistance are ex-rebels who still want to continue the fight against the Federation. Some are also ex-Federation who don't agree with the Feds' plans for the future. 'Fight the Future' that's the motto of our little Resistance group.\" \n\n\"Why haven't the Federation smashed you yet?\" asked Streek. \n\n\"They would certainly like to, but we stay hidden in the shadows, ...figuratively, running covert ops. Our aim is to recover as much of the lost Xenoform Technology as we can.\" \n\n\"And what do you do with it?\" \n\n\"We use it. We use it to recover more Xenoform Technology, and then when we have it all, we destroy it all. Nothing good can come from that sort of power. I can not begin to tell you how big a threat it poses to all of us.\" \n\n\"Heavy.\" said Ben. \"...So where's this base of yours?\" \n\n\"It's a makeshift Space Station hidden away in M13, a Globular Cluster.\" \n\n\"Seriously?!\" \n\n\"What's that?\" asked Streek. \n\n\"As a Captain, there's a list of things in this Milky Way you gotta steer clear of.\" said Ben. \"...Globular Clusters are on that list.\" \n\n\"Which is exactly what makes it a good place to hide.\" said Dr. Arnott. \n\n\"But that's like saying you're hiding out in the sun! ...Only you're hiding out in thousands of suns.\" \n\n\"Yes. Our ships can handle the gravity, and our shields can handle the radiation. And so far the Federation haven't come looking for us in there.\" \n\n\"Are we going to be there long?\" asked Ben. \n\n\"I hope not, My Mole will contact us when it is safe for him to do so. I want to get back after the Cloning Pod as soon as possible, like I'm sure you do. But it's always better to gather information first before making your move.\" \n\nThere was a chiming sound, indicating they would drop out of hyper-warp in thirty seconds. \n\n\"Ah, looks like we're here.\" said Dr. Arnott, and he and Makita started walking to the cockpit. \n\nBen and Streek went to the cockpit too. As they entered, they passed through a holographic view screen that wrapped around the round room, giving a full three sixty degree view. It gave the illusion that the small room was the entire ship. \n\nBen whistled, impressed by the advanced looking controls and displays. The Avatari made her ship; the Clubber Lang, look like an old junker. \n\nThey barely felt it when the Avatari dropped out of hyper-warp, and suddenly the room lit up, as the entire front half of the view screen was filled with bright pulsing light. The filters had taken out a huge amount of glare. Ben and Streek were transfixed, looking at the rippling, pulsing light of thousands of nearby stars. \n\nMakita piloted the ship right toward them. \n\n\"Wow!, we're really going into it, aren't we? Does she know what she's doing?\" said Ben. \n\n\"Always. Don't worry, we've been through here plenty of times.\" \n\nThe ship flew into the Globular Cluster and soon the bright light completely filled the view screen, all around them. \n\n\"Want to see something cool?\" said Dr. Arnott. He tapped at the console and the light of the view screen dimmed, until there were hundreds of red and yellow balls filling up the screen. They were all different sizes and each one flared and rippled, it was quite hypnotic. \n\n\"Wow! that's beautiful!\" said Streek. \n\n\"The stars you're looking at are super ancient.\" said Dr. Arnott. \"...They were around long before the Earth started to form. To them our life-spans are insignificant. The rise and fall of humanity is but a brief flash to them, and they'll keep shining, sending their light out into the universe, long after we're gone.\" \n\nBen and Streek sat staring at the stars for a while, until Dr. Arnott pointed something out. \"There's our destination.\" \n\nAs they got closer they could see that it was a glowing, roughly spherical shape. It slowly got larger as they approached it. As they got close they could see that the Space Station seemed to be comprised of many different Star ships, large and small, all joined together. \n\n\"That's your base?\" said Streek. \n\n\"Yes, I did say 'makeshift' Space Station, but don't be fooled by its appearance, it houses some of the most advanced technology in the galaxy.\" \n\nThe cockpit was hailed, Dr. Arnott answered it straight away. The face of a fat, silver haired man appeared in a square on the view screen. \"Hello, welcome back to Sunnydale Doctor. Glad to see the Avatari is still in one piece. You can park her in the Frigate, bay two\" \n\n\"Bay two, Roger. Thanks Rolley.\" \n\nThe Avatari approached the Space Station, and passed through the atmospheric shields, and landed in the docking bay of what used to be a Federation Frigate. \n\n\"Nice landing, as always Makita\" said Dr. Arnott. \n\n\"Why thank you Doctor.\" \n\nDr. Arnott stood from his chair. \n\n\"Welcome to the Resistance girls, come and meet the gang.\" \n\n\"Er...can you please not tell them that we used to be men.\" said Streek. \"...It's kinda embarrassing.\" \n\n\"Technically, you never used to be a man, you were just created with the mind of one.\" \n\n\"I know that, but still...\" \n\n\"I won't say anything.\" said Dr Arnott. \n\nThey exited the ship through the ramp in the central room. The short old man, the white plated android and the two large-breasted young women. \n\nThe docking bay was a huge open room with one side seemingly open to space but closed off by the invisible atmospheric shield. Bright light flooded in through it. \n\nStreek was half expecting it to be very hot in there, considering where they were in the universe, but it was the same cool temperature it was in all Ships and Space Stations. \n\nThere were a couple of other mid-sized Star Ships docked there. Dr Arnott turned to his android, \"Start recharging her batteries please Makita, and perform the usual maintenance checks.\" \n\n\"You got it honey.\" \n\nTwo people were approaching them, a man and a woman. Streeks' eyes were drawn to the young woman. She had fair skin and was wearing a dark jumpsuit and a jacket, boots and a belt. Her hair was bright red and worn with a pony-tail at the back. She looked to be around the same age as Streek. She was fairly short, but looked to have a nice body with decent sized breasts. *She's hot!,* thought Streek straight away. \n\nThe man seemed pretty ordinary. He looked to be the same age, average height and build, he was clean-shaven and had short brown hair. He was wearing a plain white shirt and dark pants. \n\n\"Grandpa!\" said the girl as she approached Dr. Arnott, and bent down and gave him an affectionate hug. \n\n\"Mia, dear, it's so good to see you again.\" said Dr. Arnott. \n\n\"Hey Doc, how are you doin?\" said the man. \n\n\"Well, thank you Zac. I feel I'm closer to recovering the Cloning machine than I've ever been.\" \n\n\"You and your quest for the holy grail. Are you sure you haven't just been out there picking up young women?, you old player!\" said Zac, looking toward Ben and Streek. \n\nMia looked up at them too, \"Who are they?\". \n\n\"Mia, Zac, I'd like you to meet Bernadette Anders and Lisa McKenzie.\" \n\n\"Hi.\" said Ben. \n\n\"Call me Streek.\" \n\n\"Hey there.\" said Zac, flashing them a smile. \n\n\"Who are they?\" asked Mia again. She coolly looked Ben and Streek over, like she was sizing them up. Streek looked into her eyes, they were beautiful, a deep green that seemed to portray intelligence and confidence. She could tell that this girl was tough. Streek was smitten. \n\n\"They're clones like me!\" said Dr. Arnott. \n\n\"Really?\" said Mia as she looked them over again. \"...With the freaky healing powers and everything?\" \n\n\"Nano-mechanical Bio-Regeneration, yes. They were created by the Xenoform Cloning Pod only four days ago, they're going to help me find it.\" \n\n\"Have you checked they weren't planted by the Feds?\" \n\n\"Yes, of coarse. they both took a DBS, no problems there.\" \n\n\"Well then, welcome to the Resistance, ladies. Fight the Future!\" Mia said to Ben and Streek. \n\n\"Thanks\" said Streek, smiling at her, Mia didn't return the smile. \n\n\"The Pirate Factions are up to something.\" said Mia. \n\n\"Pirates are always up to something.\" replied Dr. Arnott. \n\n\"I mean something big, and it has to do with Alien Tech.\" \n\n\"Do you have anything concrete?\" \n\n\"Not yet. We were on Rohme last week and a drunk Pirate Captain tried to rape me. I beat the shit out of him, of coarse, and we took him prisoner. Big stinkin' neanderthal who calls himself Captain Naeme.\" \n\n\"Captain Naeme?!\" said Streek, she and Ben both shuddered as horrible memories came back to them. \n\n\"Yeah, weird huh? We brought him back here and gave him a DBS, you won't believe some of the sick fuckin' shit he's done.\" *Oh we believe it!.* \"...We didn't get much from him though, he mustn't be in the loop. His girlfriend lead a mutiny against him and took his ship. Now I reckon we should throw him out an airlock, we'd be doing the galaxy a favour.\" \n\n\"Good idea!\" said Streek. \n\"No, we should hold on to him, when we get the Cloning Pod perhaps we can use a clone of his to infiltrate the Pirates.\" \n\n\"Always looking at the big picture grandpa, that's why I can never beat you at chess! ...We're gunna go out again soon, Try and catch us a Pirate who knows something, but if you want us to back you up in your hunt for the Cloning Pod, then just say the word.\" \n\n\"Thank you dear, I will keep that in mind. Just don't go getting in over your head.\" \n\n\"Hey, it's me!\" she said giving him a sly grin. \"...We're just waiting for Zac to finish his upgrades to the Van Halen and we'll be off.\" \n\n\"Is that your ship over there at the far end?\" asked Ben. \n\n\"Yeah, that's the 'Van Halen', fastest ship in the galaxy!\" said Zac \n\n\"Really? what kind of engines does she have?\" \n\n\"Twin engines, two heavily modified Valcore sixty four hundreds.\" \n\n\"No shit?! What kind of power output do you get from it?\" \n\n\"Over four hundred thousand Gs.\" Ben looked at him in disbelief. \n\n\"Bullshit! That's not possible in a ship that size!\" The ship was around the size of the Clubber Lang, and if it was true, the power output was over fifty t"
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"value": "### Title: Bonus chapter one: Flamedramon by eragon13666\n\n### Tags: \n\n### Characters\n\n**Bella**: A human Tamer with long brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a pale, round face. She is described as beautiful and has a nurturing personality, often cooking and caring for her Digimon partner, Flame. Bella is initially unaware of Flame's romantic feelings for her but eventually reciprocates them.\n\n**Flame (Flamedramon)**: An anthro Digimon with deep blue scales, a white underbelly, and red armor. Flame has deep red eyes and a feminine voice. She is deeply in love with her human Tamer, Bella, and often struggles with her feelings, leading to frequent self-pleasure sessions while fantasizing about Bella. Flame has both human female parts and blood, including breasts that show nipples when aroused.\n\n### Plot\n\nBella and her Digimon partner, Flame, live together in a city, with Flame harboring deep romantic feelings for Bella. Flame often finds herself aroused by Bella's presence and actions, leading to frequent self-pleasure sessions where she fantasizes about Bella. Despite her feelings, Flame keeps her desires hidden, afraid of revealing them to Bella.\n\nOne day, Bella forgets her purse and returns home, only to find Flame pleasuring herself in Bella's room. Caught in the act, Flame confesses her love for Bella, expecting rejection. However, Bella responds by kissing Flame, leading to an intense and passionate sexual encounter between the two. Bella, who has never had sex before, experiences her first sexual encounter with Flame, who is overwhelmed with joy and desire.\n\nTheir encounter culminates in a deep connection, with both Bella and Flame expressing their love for each other physically and emotionally. After their passionate night, Flame playfully notes that she should ensure Bella sees her masturbate more often, hinting at a continuing romantic and sexual relationship between the two."
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"value": "*Digi-Night: Flamedramon*\n\nOn the other side of the city of Link, Rena, Saira and Guilmon, a much older human Tamer and her Digimon partner and friend made their way toward the store to get some things they needed for dinner that night. The human, waving her long brown hair back behind her ears, showing even darker brown eyes looked forward, watching many children run past her. She wore a light pink blouse, a pair of blue jeans and low sneakers, worn from over use. Her skin was very pale, even though from years of being under the sun, her face round almost baby like, but still held beauty that many would kill to have. The Digimon beside her was of fire, scales a deep blue while the underbelly white. Wearing red armour around the chest and hips, claws covered by huge gauntlet like claws, a helm covering the face. Deep red eyes piercing though the helm as the Digimon turned to look at her.\n\n\"Crazy kids huh?\" asked the Digimon with a female voice, her Tamer giggled softy and nodded.\n\n\"Their just having fun Flame,\" she answered using the name the Flamedramon loved to be called. \"Their not hurting anyone,\" Flame just nodded as her Tamer moved faster ahead, her hips moving back and froth as the Digimon watched. She fought ever fibre of her being not to reach out and cup her ass, in truth; she was madly in love with the human. When ever she was out, she would run to her room, lay on her bed and finger or tail herself, thinking of many ways of pleasing the human, or the other way around. Shaking her head she drove those thoughts from her mind, thinking this always made her wet, and she hated the sound of her juices inside her waist armour.\n\nFlame brought her shoulder on the door frame of the cooking area watching her Tamer cook, humming softly and dancing a bit as she did., without her armour on, the Flamedramon could be seen with a set of breast, since she'd being here since the first Digimon did all those years ago, she held both the human female parts and blood like some of her other friends, though she did not have nipples showing, only when she was aroused.\n\n\"Do you need some help Bella?\" asked Flame moving closer behind her Tamer as the human shook her head.\n\n\"No,\" she answered. \"You got to cook yesterday so it's my turn to treat you today!\"\n\n\"I wish you would treat me to something else...\" she muttered under her breath as Bella looked over.\n\n\"Huh?\" she asked as Flame turned away her cheeks flushed.\n\n\"N...nothing Bella,\" she answered lying as best she could as she sighed. \"I'll...be right back I need to relieve myself.\" Bella only chuckled shaking her head.\n\n\"Surprising they passed that law to tell everyone that you're going to the bathroom.\" Both sheared a loud laugh as Flame left, as soon as she was up the stairs she ran to the bathroom, shutting the door, locking it and turning on the fan so nothing could be heard from within. Her lions burned, her chest heaved. Already the nipples were showing on her breast as she held her chest tightly.\n\n\"Damn it...\" she cursed under her breath. She knew that soon she would be going into another one of her heats, showing that she would be ready to lay eggs if she was with a male Digimon, but she didn't want a male; she wanted Bella, badly. Moving to the bathtub, she climbed in and laid her back on the side without the knobs, spreading her legs to show her puffy red with need pussy as she traced the outside with her claws. Hissing loudly but was drowned by the fan inside the ceiling above the bathroom, she thought of Bella doing this. Her naked body between her legs as she traced her small yet soft human hands over her lips, cupping her mound as she leaned forward kisses her right then left nipple before taking one in her mouth.\n\nHer back arched as she dug a claw finger into herself deeply up to the knuckles. She thought of her human lover slipping her own in her as she sucked on her breast softly, her own hips humping her knee making it dig into her self as juices flowed down the Digimon leg. Flame dug deeper and deeper as she could go, but even then it was not enough. Removing her claw from herself she licked herself as she thrust her tail as deep as she could, moaning loudly as her claws went to hold her breast kneading them softly and rolling the nipples around as she hissed and groaned as her tail thrust in and out, her wetness flowing into the tub as she groan and hissed. Her eyes a hazed as she growled showing teethes to the fake Bella until she thrust almost half of her tail into herself, throwing her head back and holding back a roar cummed on the floor of the tub.\n\nComing down from her intense self game, her breathing rasp, her tail still inside of her as she slowly pulled out, the trail of her cum on it. Taking a towel she cleaned both her whole body in case and any mess she made by turning the water on, she got back in and started to wash herself quickly until the nipples slowly disappeared. Her body heat returning to normal. Turning the water off, she slowly made her way out, drying herself off again, and going downstairs to eat.\n\n\"So how was dinner Flame?\" Bella asked as they both worked on cleaning the dishes.\n\n\"It was great,\" she answered with a smile. \"Much better then my own cooking.\" Bella slapped her ass as she jumped surprised.\n\n\"Don't say that,\" she giggled. \"Yours is much better!\" Flame looked away blushing madly more from this, at times she would do this when ever she was joking around, at first Flame thought it was funny, but when she started to fall for her, it started to make her blush madly. Bella saw her blush but only let it slide, she thought that it was because she was embarrassed because she slapped her on the rump, but didn't really know that she liked it in more was then one. After the dishes were done, Bella told her Digimon friend she had to leave and would be back as soon as she could. Once she left, Flame let out a breath and ran upstairs, this time; to Bella room.\n\nIt reeked of the human smell, and the Digimon loved it, going to the bed, taking a huge sniff she exhaled with closed eyes as her tail twitched slightly. She had done this many times before, sneak her way into the human room when she was not there, and finger herself, smelling the human scent heavy in the air. Lying on the bed, she brought Bella pillow to her face and inhaled deeply, shuddering a breath out as she pulled it away, already wet with need.\n\nBella was about halfway toward the store she needed to go to get the latest copy of a book she loved to read; when she notice that she forgot her purse. Slapping her head with the back of her hand she sighed and made her way back to the house. Walking around, she notice that Flame was around at all, this confused her, because Flame was always up and around, never sitting in more then one place for too long, from what she knew that was. She was about to leave when she heard a loud groan coming from upstairs. She turned to the stair, a little worried that maybe Flame was in pain, but she knew that sort of groan. Following it to her room, she covered her mouth to hold back a gasp. Flame was slowly pumping her tail in and out of herself as she groaned and moaned loudly. Bella gulped as she watched her kneed her blue breast and moan something out causing her to gasp again.\n\n\"B...Bella...\" she moaned her name! she was about to move when she fell forward, causing her to lay on the floor, the Digimon jumping seeing it was her Tamer as she shrieked and rolled, covering herself with anything she could find as the human stood up, the two not saying anything.\n\n\"F...Flame...?\"\n\n\"Oh god Bella please I'm sorry!\" The Digimon looked away almost close to tears. \"This is wrong, I shouldn't but I do, I love you alright; LOVE YOU!\" Bella didn't saying anything as the Digimon shook in both heat and fear, and as Bella grew closer, she stopped to look at her, and gave a gasp as Bella kissed her on the lips.\n\nEyes closed, the two kissed each other, and their breast pushed to each other as the Digimon tongue dared enter the human mouth. She opened her mouth willing and allowed her own to meet the larger Digimon as her arms wrapped around the human like dragon neck. Bella slowly pushed her Digimon on the bed, her on top of the female as she pulled away from the kiss, the Digimon was breathing heavily from her heat as she watched as the human started to take her top off slowly, and it was driving her nuts. Ripping the shirt as Bella gasped in surprised, the Digimon brought her lips around her right breast licking and sucking heavily as she brought her claws down and ripped both her pants and undergarment off. She was a wreak by then, some pieces of clothing on, like the ankle part of her pants, and a bit of her shirt, but she ripped that off as well as the Digimon below her sucked her nipple.\n\nThis was what Flame wanted the human with her, naked and wanting with sex, but why did she now? She didn't care and only flipped her so she was on top of her now, her tail wrapping around on way and her paw moving her legs apart as she leant down and licked her chest, down to her pussy. Bella moaned her hands clutching the bed as the Digimon tongue licked and sucked at her lower lips, causing her body to shudder. She had never had sex before, so she was still whole as her mother had called it. But she loved the feeling as the Digimon much larger tongue forced its way into the girl hole, breaking her now broken childhood as blood poured out. And yet she didn't stop, the Digimon seemed to like the blood and only licked her red muzzle back to blue as she licked and sucked all the more.\n\n\"F...Flame...\" Bella gasped rubbing her breast as the Digimon moved up, kissing her again as she laid over her, tail uncurling until it was forced into the smaller human body. She gasped in the kiss as the Digimon didn't stop, moving it in and out as Flame smiled wickedly, before kissing her again deeply.\n\nBella moved her hips, breaking the kiss as her hands went to Flame own pussy rubbing it as the Digimon hissed low as she thrust more and more of her tail into her as Bella gasp and groaned, sweating already.\n\n\"Don't stop...\" she begged. \"Don't!\" Even if she asked her to, Flamedramon wouldn't have stopped, she had the human, and she was hers' now. Moaning and gasping, she heard her human call out her name, which caused her to push almost to far causing Bella to scream out. Cumming onto her tail Bella body shook as wave and wave of bliss shot though her body, leaving her limp on the ground. And yet, Flame had not cummed.\n\nMoving her body on her side, she lifted Bella leg as she sat between her legs, like a scissor. Her hips grinding Bella own as she gasped again, knowing what she wanted, each grabbing the other knees, they pushed, and grounded their pussy together, causing a great mess to form as they leaned forward and kissed again, this time as lovers. The bed rocking and banging on the wall, as each edge closer and closer to their highest peak, leaning their head back they both called the other name, Cumming on the bed as they twitched as one. When at last they were done, Bella was knocked out, gasping in her sleep as Flame smiled, moving over to her head and covered the Human and now mate with blankets, the two slowly sleeping.\n\n\"Note to self,\" Flame said out loud. \"Make sure she sees me masturbate more.\""
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"value": "### Title: Meant to Happen Ch. 02\n\n### Tags: romance, blowjob, cunnilingus, fucking, nude, love, erotic coupling, orgasm, cum, sixty nine\n\n### Characters\n\n**Tom**: The protagonist of the narrative. Tom is a veteran who served in the Marines and later in the National Guard, seeing combat in Iraq. He is a divorced father who has been in an unhappy marriage with Debbie. Tom is characterized by his sense of duty, respect, and honor, as well as his desire for a meaningful romantic connection. He is physically fit and has a strong, commanding presence.\n\n**Eileen**: The love interest and eventual partner of Tom. Eileen is an independent and intelligent woman who has recently ended a toxic relationship with Jack. She is described as elegant, thin, and beautiful, with a strong sense of self-respect and a desire for a genuine, loving partnership. Eileen has a son named Derrick.\n\n**Debbie**: Tom's ex-wife. Debbie is portrayed as a neglectful and selfish partner who prioritizes her children over her relationship with Tom. She is described as having gained weight, being religiously fundamentalist, and having a negative attitude. Her sexual appeal has waned over the years, and she is depicted as manipulative and emotionally draining.\n\n**Jack**: Eileen's ex-boyfriend. Jack is an abusive, possessive, and controlling figure who refuses to accept the end of his relationship with Eileen. He is portrayed as a stalker and a threatening presence in Eileen's life.\n\n### Plot\n\nTom returns home from a long train ride to find that his wife, Debbie, has not bothered to pick him up from the station. This incident is the final straw in their already strained marriage, and Tom decides to leave her. He moves out and starts a new job with Nike, which takes him to Portland.\n\nOn the train ride, Tom meets Eileen, and the two form an instant connection. They share a deep emotional and physical attraction, and their relationship quickly intensifies. Eileen, who has recently ended a toxic relationship with Jack, finds in Tom the respect and love she has longed for.\n\nTom's military background, including his combat experience in Iraq, has shaped him into a strong, confident, and protective figure. He is determined to shield Eileen from any harm, particularly from her ex-boyfriend Jack, who continues to stalk and threaten her. Tom's past has taught him not to fear death, and he is resolved to use his skills to ensure Eileen's safety without resorting to violence.\n\nAs Tom and Eileen's relationship deepens, they support each other emotionally and physically. Eileen introduces Tom to her elegant and tastefully appointed home, and the two share a passionate and intimate encounter. Their love for each other grows stronger, and they both feel a sense of renewal and hope for the future.\n\nHowever, the shadow of Jack's threatening presence looms over their newfound happiness. Tom suggests seeking legal advice to deal with Jack's stalking behavior, and Eileen agrees. Tom also reveals more about his military past to Eileen, further deepening their bond and trust.\n\nDespite the challenges posed by Jack, Tom and Eileen remain committed to their relationship. Tom's protective nature and Eileen's strength and independence complement each other, and they look forward to a future together, free from the shadows of their past relationships."
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"value": "*A new day, a new way* \n\nDebbie was nowhere to be seen at Union Station, so Tom called her. \n\n\"Debbie, I'm back. I thought you were going to pick me up.\" \n\n\"Oh, sorry. Kelly took the van and Kenny took the Jeep, so I don't have any way to get there. Can you catch the bus?\" It apparently didn't occur to her to borrow her brother's car even though he lived across the street. Had she even remembered he was gone? \n\n\"Did you really just say that?\" He clicked off his phone without another word. \n\nTom was fuming. Sixty hours on a train, and now he had to take the bus for another hour just to get home, pulling his suitcase to boot. *How fucking typical,* he thought. \n\nThis wasn't the first time something like this had happened. She let her brats run roughshod over her and everyone else, so it wasn't out of character for her to let them take both cars at once and leave him hanging. While he didn't want to force her to make choices - him or her kids - he had also grown to resent the idea that his needs were NEVER considered, that he was always the one expected to compromise. He was being used and he hated it. \n\nHe used the time on the final trip home to come up with the right words to tell her he was leaving her sorry ass. He tried to convince himself that he was doing it because it was the right thing to do and not because he was leaving her for someone he had just met, but he knew in his heart of hearts that meeting Eileen had finally given him the impetus to actually do it. Whatever his motivation, he needed out. \n\nHe had stayed for this long out of a misplaced sense of obligation because of promises made and joint debts incurred, but in practical terms the marriage had really ended years ago and he realized those were excuses for not making the decisions he needed to make. He had known that marrying her was a mistake the very day they tied the knot, and had postponed the inevitable for too long. \n\nThe person Debbie had turned out to be was nothing like the one he had been attracted to seven years earlier, and the novelty of her primary asset - she had been a world-class sexual athlete - had worn off quickly in the face of her relentless negativity, her newfound fundamentalist religion, her rapid weight gain, her lack of intelligence and curiosity, and more than anything her spoiled, misbehaving children. It was also difficult to get excited about banging her from behind when her ass resembled twin mountains of cottage cheese, no matter how much she turned on the blowjob machine when she sensed she had pushed him too far. She was still a first class cocksucker, but it was no longer enough to make him forget everything else. He certainly didn't love her, if he ever really had. \n\nHe was still seething when he walked in the door. \"Debbie? Where are you?\" He found her washing the endless supply of dirty laundry her kids generated. She looked up at him. \n\n\"We need to talk,\" he said. \n\n\"About what?\" *God, is she obtuse. She doesn't have a fucking clue,* he thought. \n\nTelling her he was leaving turned out to be easier than he had anticipated. Her crying and begging were expected, but didn't move him in the least. Fueled by his anger at this latest insult, he laid it all on her in a long, unbroken litany of offenses. While he was far from perfect, they had arrived at this point mostly because of her actions or omissions and he pulled no punches. With her limited ability to comprehend complex ideas, she was convinced he was leaving her solely for another woman. *Let her think what she wants,* he thought. *I just need to get out of here. I need to save myself.* He moved out that weekend and got an apartment close to Pittsburgh, taking with him only what he'd brought to the marriage, plus the Jeep. \n\nAs was often the case with new relationships, his with Eileen took off at full speed; they were completely infatuated with each other. The logical part of his brain was telling him to tread lightly because of his past mistakes and the fact that they had just met, but his emotional side was telling him that he had finally found the right one. It was something he just knew intuitively. \n\nEileen was feeling the same way. They had parted in Wisconsin after a long, deep kiss and a hug neither wanted to end, and she missed him from the moment she had turned away to disembark. They texted each other several times a day, mostly to tell the other how much they missed them. They talked by phone, Skype, or chat nightly, e-mailed endlessly, and continued to share who they were and deepen their knowledge of each other. \n\nShe had called her asshole of a boyfriend from La Crosse the day after she arrived and told him that she had had enough of his verbal abuse, his self-centered ways, and his drinking, and that she expected him to be completely out of the condo when she returned in two weeks. She even told him he was lousy in the sack, the final insult to one as filled with phony machismo as he was. She felt rejuvenated; not only had she finally met the man of her dreams, but she had finally shed the last emotional vestiges of a past filled with bad memories. \n\nThree weeks after his return, Tom started his new job with Nike and as planned headed to the corporate campus near Portland for orientation. He took advantage of the Monday start to go two days earlier, giving him more time with Eileen. \n\nEileen kept her promise to be waiting and was standing just outside the security area at the airport when he arrived. Even though it was Saturday, she had dressed for the occasion. Fall days in the Pacific Northwest were chilly, so she was wearing a dark knee-length skirt and tan silk blouse, a short brown leather jacket, and boots that reached the hem of the skirt. Her thin frame made her look taller than she was, and dressed as she was she turned men's heads. \n\n*Girl, you're acting like a teenager with her first crush,* she thought, and smiled. *And I feel like a teenager,* she answered herself. *It's wonderful.* \n\nAt six feet and 200 pounds he was bigger than most other people, and when she spotted him from a hundred feet away her heart leaped. He locked eyes with her at the same time and impatiently hustled his way through the crowd. *Holy shit, she's the most gorgeous women within a hundred miles,* he thought to himself. *She's a vision.* \n\nWithout ever breaking his gaze, he made a beeline for her and she leaped into his arms, crushing her lips against his and holding him as tightly as she could. They might as well have been alone despite the sea of people flowing around them; they were unaware of anything else in the world except each other. Their kiss lasted an eternity and neither wanted to end it. They finally put a few inches between their faces. \n\n\"Hello, cake,\" he said jokingly. \n\n\"Hello, ice cream,\" she answered, and they both smiled at the memory of the conductor's words on the train. They kissed again, then turned and walked arm-in-arm toward baggage claim. \n\nThey maintained some kind of physical contact all the way through baggage claim and out the door to the parking lot, talking the whole time. The simile the conductor had used was quite apt; they were as natural a couple as could be imagined. Eileen led him to her car, a red Lexus IS, and handed him the key fob. \n\n\"You drive,\" she told him with a wide smile. \"I want to spend my time looking at you.\" He opened her door for her while she entered the car - he was a gentleman of the old school, something else she noted about him - then walked around and settled into the drivers' seat. He took a moment to adjust the seat and mirrors and orient himself to the controls. \n\n\"Nice wheels,\" he noted. \n\n\"Thanks,\" she said absently. He was the focus of all her attention. \n\nHe had lived in Portland for several years before moving to Pittsburgh and came back frequently, so he knew his way around. Leaving the airport and merging onto I-205, he reflected on the city's beautiful locale. \n\n\"I really miss Portland,\" he told her. \"I'm sorry I ever left.\" \n\n\"It'll be waiting for you when you're ready to return. So will I.\" She leaned to her left and gave his ear lobe a playful nibble, which gave him goose bumps. He loved that. \n\nHe glanced across at her. \"I can't believe you came into my life,\" he told her with a smile. He merged onto I-84 toward downtown. \n\n\"And to think it was all because two old people wanted to sit together,\" she answered. \"I wish I had gotten their name so I could send them a thank you card.\" \n\nHe took her left hand in his right and lifted it to his lips, gently kissing her fingers. \"I love that about you,\" she said. \"You take me back to a time when men were gentlemen, and you do it without patronizing me.\" \n\n\"I call it respect,\" he answered. \n\nShe settled back into her seat and pondered his words. *Respect*. That was what had been missing from her life before Tom, *respect*. Men had professed their love for her, but without respect, their words had meant nothing. That's what made this man different. \n\n\"Penny for your thoughts.\" \n\n\"Oh dear, that's as lame as the lines I used on you when we met,\" she said with a smile. \n\n\"I guess it was,\" he replied with a chuckle. \"You just look lost in thought.\" \n\n\"You said something that really hit home for me.\" \n\n\"What's that?\" \n\n\"'Respect'. You respect me, and I don't know that any man ever has before this.\" She sat up and turned a bit toward him, looking at him intently, and took his right hand in both of hers. \n\n\"I need to tell you something.\" \n\n\"You can tell me anything.\" \n\n\"I've been thinking about this a lot lately, but I'm not sure how to say it. Since I met you, I've felt like a new person. You've brought out something in me I didn't think was there any more. But I don't want you to...I...I...\" She struggled to turn her feelings into words and held his hand to her lips. \n\n\"Eileen.\" \n\n\"What?\" \n\n\"I love you too.\" He glanced over at her. \"I fell in love with you before you got off the train in La Crosse.\" \n\nHer eyes welled up again as her emotions overwhelmed her and she wiped at them with her fingers. \n\n\"I hope those are tears of joy,\" he said anxiously. \n\n\"More than you know,\" came her choked reply. \"More than you know.\" \n\n \n\nThey finally arrived at her condo in an upscale section of Beaverton, a Portland suburb and home of Nike's corporate headquarters. She unlocked the door to let them in, and before she took another step Tom swept her up in his arms and carried her through the opening as she laughed, easily handling her 108 pound body. He left his suitcase on the porch. \n\n\"You are so old fashioned sometimes,\" she jokingly scolded him. It was actually part of his appeal and she loved him even more for it. \n\n\"Nothing is too good for m'lady,\" he replied in his best British accent, setting her gently back on her feet and looking around her home. \n\nHe gave a low whistle. \"Wow, you have a seriously nice place here.\" \n\n\"Why, thank you. I like it.\" Like many places in Portland, it was designed to take in the breathtaking scenery around it, with an open floorplan style and large windows that framed the greenery that surrounded the complex. She had designed the interior with mostly modern touches, including comfortable, albeit low, seating and the stainless steel and granite kitchen preferred by people their age. Tasteful art decorated the walls, along with several framed pictures of what he took to be her son, Derrick, at various ages. She had cleansed the place of any signs of her former boyfriend. \n\nEileen had removed her coat and tossed it on the arm of a chair. \"Let me give you the five dollar tour,\" she said, taking him by the hand and leading him toward the rear of the place. \"You've seen the great room and kitchen. This is office space,\" she said, indicating a small room with a desk, chair, and computer printer, \"and the downstairs bathroom.\" They continued up the stairs at the end of the hall to the second floor. \n\n\"All the bedrooms are up here, and so are my washer and dryer. The guest bathroom is right there,\" she said, pointing. \"And finally, the master suite.\" She led him into a large room with an en suite bathroom. \n\nThe room was like her, elegant and tastefully appointed. Large sliding doors opened to a deck, and the king sized bed was surrounded by just enough furniture to make the place useful. He was impressed. \n\n\"You have fabulous taste,\" he told her. When he turned toward her he saw that she was unbuttoning her silk blouse and smiling at him. He walked to her. \"And you taste fabulous...\" he said quietly as his hands went to her hips and he kissed her gently but insistently. She stopped undressing long enough to hold his face in her hands for a few seconds. \n\n\"You are the sweetest man in the world,\" she said as they broke their kiss. \"I can't believe I found you.\" \n\nHe struggled to find the right words as his own emotions swirled. \"I can't imagine what my life would have been if we hadn't found each other. It's like...like...\" \n\n\"Shh. Later,\" she whispered as she kissed him again. She sat for a minute on a bench at the foot of the bed to shed her boots, then stood and unzipped her skirt, dropping it on the floor and stepping out of it. She finished removing her blouse and added it to the pile next to her, leaving her in a white lace bra and matching French-cut panties. She looked amazing and his body responded accordingly. \n\n\"Oh. My. God. You are a vision of perfection,\" he told her as he reached for her. \n\n\"First things first, mister,\" she joshed. \"I want what's under all those clothes.\" She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor, then reached for his shirt buttons. \"Come on, strip.\" While she unbuttoned his shirt he slipped off his shoes with the alternate foot and did all the unbuckling and unzipping necessary to shed his pants. Reaching down to pull off his socks, he was left in the boxer briefs he'd worn that day. \n\nShe took a sharp, short breath. \"You are so damn handsome,\" she said with admiration. \"And what a body.\" \n\nHe knew he was in good physical condition, but it had been a while since a beautiful woman had expressed that opinion. He actually blushed slightly and she giggled. \n\n\"Are you embarrassed?\" she asked. \n\n\"Yeah, a little, I guess. You're the first person to say that in a very long time.\" \n\n\"Your ex was an idiot, then. Come here,\" she commanded, holding out her arms. Instead he swept her up in his arms again and laid her gently on the bed, then leaned over for a long, gentle kiss. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. He eased his weight onto the bed next to her as they kissed, letting his hand wander down her side, over her hip, and onto her thigh before moving back up and cupping the cheek of her perfect ass. \n\nWithout breaking their kiss, his hand slowly moved up her back to the clasp on her lace bra, and with expert fingers he unhooked it with one hand without looking. She pulled her face back and smiled at him. \n\n\"You're pretty good at that, fella. That was smooth.\" He smiled in reply as she slipped it off her shoulders and arms, then rolled back to face him. They kissed again. \n\nHer own hands were also busy as they kissed, alternately stroking his strong shoulders and back and running down his side to feel his ass and hip. She slipped her hand under the waistband of his boxer briefs and felt his skin. *What a man,* she thought, *and he's mine.* \n\nShe broke their kiss again and gently pushed him onto his back, then pushed herself up to her knees next to him. Scooting herself on the bed until she was at his knees, she reached for the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down as he lifted his ass to let her pull them off. The sight of his semi-erect member sent chills down her spine as she recalled what he was capable of doing with it. She hopped off the bed and quickly removed her white panties and rejoined him, orienting herself in the opposite direction. \n\nTom recognized what she wanted and was ready as she straddled him, her pussy right above his face. He wrapped his arms up and over her and grasped her delightfully tiny ass as he buried his face into her hot box and immediately began licking her. She gasped with pleasure at the feel of his mouth on her, then eased her weight onto him and grasped his shaft, running her tongue along its entire length before taking it fully into her mouth. She drew her knees up to bring her pussy into greater contact with his face as her lips moved up and down his cock. \n\n*Holy shit, is he good at this,* she fleetingly thought with a slight moan from the back of her throat. *He really knows what I like, even without me telling him.* \n\nTom was in his glory. He loved to eat pussy, and when it belonged to this perfect woman it was even better. Her juices coated his face as he ran his tongue the length of her slit, occasionally inserting his tongue into her canal or alternately flicking her clit with its tip. He felt her shudder more than once as he ate her, making love to every square inch of her most intimate parts. He loved the taste of her and wanted more. \n\nEileen was no slouch as a lover either. Her light weight burdened him not at all, so she didn't have to keep her weight off of him and could focus on pleasing him. He had already reached peak hardness, and she marveled at the sight and feel of his shaft. She knew how to use her hands, lips, and tongue to excite him yet keep him from the final release. Their bodies were as one, a natural sculpture of flesh and blood, of heart and soul and mind. \n\nIn one movement, she lifted he mouth from him and brought her legs back to one side. Continuing around, she reversed her orientation and moved over him again, this time straddling his midsection and putting her hands on his muscular chest. \n\n\"I want all of you, and now,\" she said in a low, sultry tone. With her right hand she reached between her legs and grasped his erection, then guided it into her hot wetness and settled all the way onto it. Her eyes closed in pleasure and she sighed. \n\n\"Oh damn yes,\" she said, \"just like that.\" She opened her eyes and locked her vision on his face, bending forward to kiss him as she moved slowly up and down his shaft. His hands surrounded her back and moved with her delicious body. \n\nShe broke the kiss and sat partway up, and he could see all of her moving on him. \"Mygawd, you are the most beautiful woman in the world,\" he said, her hands on his and their fingers interlocked. \"I love you.\" \n\n\"I love you, too,\" she answered softly, leaning forward for yet another in an endless succession of deep kisses. \n\nThe sensation of her sliding up and down on his cock was overwhelming, and he involuntarily began thrusting against her whenever she came down. She responded by ever so slightly by quickening her pace a bit with each stroke until their bodies slapped together in an erotic rhythm. She could feel her orgasm quickly approaching, the blood engorging her entire midsection, until with a final hard thrust she pressed herself against him as her body released its tension in wave after wave of pure pleasure. \n\nWithin seconds he also reached the point of no return and pressed further into her as he filled her with his hot juice, his hands gripping hers as spasm after spasm shook him. A fine layer of sweat coated their faces and bodies even in the cool bedroom as she dropped forward onto him and locked his lips in the kind of kiss only she could give. \n\nWinded and spent, Eileen finally rolled off of Tom and lay next to him, her head on his chest and his arm around her. They both drifted into a contented light sleep. \n\n \n\nAfter a short nap, Tom and Eileen had showered together in her enormous bathroom, gently scrubbing each other from head to toe and spending much time with lips locked. *I will never get tired of feeling her body in my hands,* he mused as he lathered every inch of her decidedly sexy self. \nWhen he went to dress he realized he had left his suitcase on her porch, and slipping on the clothes he had traveled in, he went downstairs to retrieve it. When he opened the door he immediately caught sight of a late model Ford F-150 pickup parked in front of the townhouse, its driver looking right at him. After a prolonged staredown, the driver started the truck and roared away. Tom grabbed his bag from the porch and went back inside, finding Eileen wearing a silk robe in the kitchen, preparing hot water for a cup of tea. \n\n\"Eileen? Do you know a guy with a Ford pickup?\" \n\n\"What?\" Her heart rose into her throat. \n\n\"Yeah, when I went to get my suitcase, some dude in an F-150 was parked right in front, sitting in his truck and staring at me.\" \n\n\"That fucking asshole...\" she said, fire flashing in her blue eyes. \n\n\"What fucking asshole?\" Tom asked, though he thought he likely knew the answer. \n\n\"It's Jack, my ex. Besides all his other flaws, he's also a possessive prick. When I dumped him, he laid all the 'You'll never meet anyone as good as me' and 'No one else will ever want you' bullshit on me, and I had to threaten to call the cops if he wasn't gone when I got back from LaCrosse.\" Her sudden burst of profanity and derisive tone of voice showed the level of her anger. \n\n\"So what can I do?\" Tom asked. \"Do I need to take him down a notch?\" \n\n\"No, and don't pull the strutting macho shit like he did,\" she said sternly, immediately regretting her harsh tone. \"I'm sorry, Tom. That sounded awful.\" She came to him and hugged him tightly to her. \"You didn't deserve that.\" \n\n\"Hey, it's okay,\" Tom replied, though he was obviously unsettled. \"But seriously, does something need to be done?\" \n\nEileen was feeling overwhelmed, dealing with the knowledge that Jack was trying to cause trouble, and that she had been so harsh with Tom. She stepped back against the counter, and closing her eyes, took a slow, deep breath. \n\n\"Okay, one thing at a time,\" she open her eyes and continued, looking pleadingly at Tom. \"Please forgive me for talking to you like that.\" She looked positively forlorn, melting away whatever lingering shock Tom felt from her outburst. He truly loved this woman and knew her well enough to know that she had been reacting to the situation, not to him. He could also see how much she loved him and how she didn't want anything to interfere with that. \n\nHe took her hand in both of his. \"Eileen, it's okay. Really, I know where you're coming from.\" He maintained a steady gaze into her eyes so she would know he was sincere. *God, I want to help her, but let's see how she wants to handle this.* \n\n\"That's good,\" she replied. \"I never want to say anything to hurt you.\" He said nothing, but maintained his gaze on her face. \n\n\"But I'm not sure what to do about Jack,\" she said uncertainly. \"I want him to stay away from me and told him that in no uncertain terms, but he's a jerk to begin with and when he drinks he gets worse.\" \n\n\"Has he threatened you in any way?\" Tom asked. \n\n\"Not directly, no,\" Eileen told him, \"at least not in any way that the cops would respond to.\" \n\n\"So what kind of things does he do? Stalking is against the law in most places.\" \n\n\"Oh, he sits in his truck in front of the house, or he's in the parking lot when I leave the office, or he shows up at a restaurant when I go to lunch. They're all public places, so there's not much I can do.\" \n\n\"Can I make a suggestion?\" \n\n\"Of course.\" \n\n\"Rather than make assumptions, let's go to an expert and see if you have any legal options. My original divorce lawyer is here in Portland and might know of someone who specializes in that sort of stuff.\" \n\n\"That's probably a good idea,\" she opined. \"A letter from a lawyer might even be enough to make him stop.\" \n\n\"I will tell you this, though,\" Tom continued, \"if he does anything that makes you feel threatened, I guarantee you he will regret it. And I won't lay a hand on him. I just found you and I'm not going to let him do anything to hurt you or Derrick.\" His own anger was flaring and she could see it in his eyes. \n\n\"Tom, please don't...\" she started to say. \n\n\"I won't lay a hand on him, I promise.\" \n\nShe looked at Tom with new eyes. She knew he wasn't a violent person, so this side of his personality seemed slightly out of character. The last thing she wanted was another macho idiot like Jack, all full of himself and overflowing with phony testosterone. She was sure Tom wasn't like that, but the intensity of his responses was puzzling. \n\nLooking into her eyes, Tom saw the emotions swirling in her head. \"Come here,\" he said gently, taking her hand and leading her to the living room, then sitting on the couch and drawing her down next to him. \"I have a few things to tell you.\" Her eyes were locked on his and their four hands formed a knot between them. \n\n\"I have hidden nothing from you, and I will never hide anything from you, but there are a few things we just haven't gotten around to discussing yet. \n\n\"You know I was a Marine,\" Tom began. \"I joined back in my late teens as a way to grow up and get out on my own. It's how I paid for college. I also told you that now I'm an officer in the National Guard, remember?\" \n\nEileen nodded. She hadn't given it much thought after he had told her that on the train. \n\n\"I didn't see any action as a Marine, but in 2004 and again in 2009 my National Guard unit got mobilized. We went to Iraq and spent a year in combat there both times. I've been shot at and my vehicles were blown up several times while I was in them. I saw people die, people who were very close to me, and my men and I killed people. A lot of people.\" He watched her face carefully for her reaction to that last bit of information. Her eyes had widened, but nothing more. \n\n\"Are you okay with this?\" he asked. \n\n\"Oh, Tom,\" she replied, raising one hand and lightly brushing his cheek. \"I had no idea.\" \n\n\"It's not something I talk about a lot,\" he told her. \"But I want you to know everything about me, and that's part of who I am.\" \n\nHer eyes welled with tears again. Instead of being shocked or scared, Eileen had gained a new appreciation for why he was the man he was. Like most people who had never been in the military, she didn't give a lot of thought to what war was like, but his words had brought it home on a quite personal level. \n\nShe leaned forward and planted the most delicate of kisses on his lips, then drew her head back a few inches. \"I love you so much,\" she finally whispered. She kissed him again. \n\nShe took a few moments to compose herself after learning what she had about him, then tried to lighten the mood. \"I hope Jack is not going to meet that side of you,\" she said with a wry smile. \n\n\"Not that part, no,\" Tom answered. \"The main thing my military service and combat experience has taught me is to not fear death. I don't welcome it, but I don't fear it either. And pussies like Jack scare me, well, not at all.\" \n\nEileen laughed out loud at the comparison. She knew Jack well, and he really was a pussy. \n\n\"I hope he never meets you in a dark alley.\" \n\n\"Like I said, I won't lay a hand on him. I know ways to make him wish he was never born that don't require physical force. No one fucks with the people I love and gets away with it. No one.\" \n\nEileen laughed again. *God, what a man.* \n\n\"But now I have something else to ask you,\" Tom said. \"How would you like to meet my daughters?\""
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"value": "### Title: Carnal Combat- Chapter 5 by Rexamillion\n\n### Tags: Fighting, M/M, Panther, Raccoon\n\n### Characters\n\n**Rex**: A young, impulsive fighter with emerging powers. He is curious and somewhat naive, often looking for his friend Vex.\n\n**Vex**: A stealthy ninja who moves silently and is involved in a secretive plot. He is cunning and mysterious, often working behind the scenes.\n\n**Master Tao**: A shadowy figure who is the mastermind behind a plot to regain his powers. He is manipulative and calculating.\n\n**Sasha**: A white mouse from the House of Seas. She is flirtatious, eager, and enjoys watching fights. She shows interest in Rex and supports her partner, Shy.\n\n**Flint**: A confident and eager raccoon fighter who uses metal chains as weapons. He is initially overconfident but reveals hidden abilities during his fight.\n\n**Sky**: A stoic and respectful black panther fighter. He is experienced and skilled, using ice-based abilities in combat.\n\n### Plot\n\nAfter a morning fight, Rex hurriedly heads to the dining hall, feeling extremely hungry. Meanwhile, other fighters disperse to either grab food or practice their abilities. Vex, a silent ninja, makes his way towards the slave pens, navigating through cells filled with the sounds of lust. He meets with a shadowy figure, Master Tao, who is orchestrating a plot to regain his powers and manipulate the tournament. Vex reports on the progress of Rex's emerging powers and the deception involving Nightmare as the Overseer.\n\nLater, Rex searches for Vex before his next fight, feeling anxious about his friend's absence. Sasha, a white mouse from the House of Seas, approaches Rex flirtatiously and offers to keep an eye out for Vex. She drags Rex to the fighters' viewing box to watch the upcoming fight between Flint, a confident raccoon, and Sky, a stoic black panther. The arena is set in a temple with sexually posed statues, adding to the intense atmosphere.\n\nThe fight between Flint and Sky begins with Flint's aggressive chain attacks and Sky's agile evasions. Sky eventually gains the upper hand, using his ice abilities to immobilize and humiliate Flint. However, Flint reveals a hidden power, turning the tables on Sky with his black chains. The fight becomes a battle of wits and hidden abilities, with Flint ultimately emerging victorious, leaving Sky defeated and humiliated."
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"value": "Carnal Combat Chapter 5 Winding Road\n\nWhen the morning's fight finished, Rex ran off quickly to the dining halls. Whatever he did last night, it left a massive pit in his stomach and he couldn't wait to grab some roasted meat.\n\nWhile Rex was going off the dining hall in hurry a few other's went off on their owns, some grabbing food, others to practice their abilities more, and one very silent ninja made his way towards the slave pens.\n\nVex walked through the halls silently, the sounds of sex filling the cells. Full of women and men from all races whom over time fallen out of grace with the houses and were sentenced to repent by serving with their bodies.\n\nAfter several minutes of walking the red ninja would find what he was looking for, walking into an empty slave cell and sitting down, waiting.\n\nAnother minute pasted as Vex's ears were assaulted by the sounds of lust flowing throughout the halls. Suddenly footsteps could be heard coming down the narrow corridor, Vex looking to the gate as a dark figure stood in the dim lighting of the dungeons.\n\n\"Good to see you have made it master.\"\n\nThe figure tall lanky figure would rasp out softly, its words twisted and intelligible.\n\n\"Yes master, all is as planned. The boy's powers are beginning to emerge, I saw them myself after Nightmare gave him a good taunting. He is truly incredible, however he is no more powerful than Blaze was whenever his rage peaked either.\n\nAgain the figure would rasp out.\n\n\"No one knows anything my lord, and your instincts of my presence putting off all questions of your lacking presence. They seem to accept that Nightmare is the Overseer for this tournament, gullible fools. It will be nice to see Nightmare in action once more, I almost feel bad for Rex, almost.\"\n\nThe figure would turn around slowly as it rasps out in its continuous unreadable language.\n\n\"It shall be done master, I'll be sure to let him know before his match tonight. The exiles make very nice pawns, if Flint manages to defeat Sky. Then poor little Rex will have no one, and your reign will be further secured .\"\n\nThe figure let out raspy, coughing laughter as he disappears into the darkness as Vex left the prison cell and walks down the hall grinning behind his mask.\n\n\"Soon master Tao's powers will be restored, and his son's shadow blood will awaken. Then I shall be free of this curse.\"\n\nRex was walking towards the temple of the gods, the next fight would be stationed there, his eyes scanning through the groups of guests and fights in search of his ninja friend.\n\n\"Where is he, I hope he won't miss this fight.\"\n\nSuddenly, a soft hand patting him on the ass made Rex jump a bit and turn quickly, as a the white mouse from house of Seas appeared.\n\n\"Looking for someone?\"\n\n\"Uh yah, Vex seems to be hanging out somewhere, don't know if he is coming to this fight or not.\"\n\n\"Hmm I see, I'll be sure to keep my eyes open then, in the mean time care to share a spot since the exile won't be joining us?\"\n\n\"Umm well, I guess not like I could stop you if Vex doesn't show.\"\n\nThe mouse grins at the todd , she could see the inexperience showing, it would be fun watching him get beaten down, a shame it wouldn't be at her hands.\n\nSasha would then grab hold of Rex's hand and starts dragging him off to the fighters view box.\n\n\"Well then let's hurry up the fight's about to get started, can't wait to see Shy show Flint how to really fight.\"\n\nRex could sense the eagerness in the mouse, \"I hope Vex will be as supportive of my fight as she seems to be with her partner's\" He thought to himself.\n\nIn a matter of moment he mouse and he fox made it to the box, the temple arena laid out before them as the raggedy raccoon and the stoic black panther faced one another.\n\nThe arena did not seem to have any boundary lines, as the temple was merely a large open room with sexually posed statues set along the walls of the arena.\n\nFlint stood at one end, his arms wrapped in long thing metal chains, possibly his weapon of choice and how he would be using it was a mystery to the todd. He was fidgeting and stretching obviously as eager as everyone else to start this fight.\n\nSky on the other hand, stood still and silent as ever, his eyes closed in meditation, he had more respect to the gods than some, especially Flint.\n\nAfter a moment of this ritual preparation, the two stepped towards the center of the ring, Flint grinning and confident as he lets the end of the chains on his arms drop and drag along the floor.\n\nAs Sky moved slowly into a pouncing position, his panther eye's glaring at Flint ready and waiting.\n\nSoon the tension would be let out as a booming voice filled the temple. \"Flint vs. Sky FIGHT!!\"\n\nImmediately both fighters went to action, as Flint quickly lashes out with the clinking chains.\n\nAs the chains flailed about Sky agilely evade every powerful lash while rush forward upon hand and foot leaping and ducking between the two whirling metallic whips.\n\nWith every passing swing, the raccoon's anger would rise and begins flailing the chains madly from every which way trying to strike the speedy feline.\n\nWith a clever glint in the panther's eye, he quickly steps back and ducks underneath a chain and quickly leaps up into the air, turning his body horizontal and both the chains came in from either side and clash against one another, winding all the way up to the coon's arms and locking them together tightly.\n\n\"W..what the FUCK, grraah my arms.\"\n\nStoic as ever, Sky would stand from his animalistic pose and shrugs his shoulders slightly in a confident motion, slowly reaching down to the twisted chains before him and grabbing them tightly in his hands.\n\n\"I think it is about time you learned some humility, punk.\"\n\nWith a powerful a yank of the chain, the panicking coon was pulled off his feet towards the veteran fighter, desperately trying to fight back to his feet.\n\n\"H..hey\"leggo dammit, wAAAH.\"\n\nWith another strong pull Flint was now within arm's reach of the panther, whom was now glaring right into the younger fighter's eyes.\n\nWith a deft stroke of one his claws; the panther slashed the brat's tunic to shreds, causing to yelp out.\n\nFlint's mind flickered in searching for a way out, Sky was one of the may be one of the more elite fighters, but there was no way he was going to let this dude get him like\"\n\nBreaking Flint's train of thought, a loud shredding sound came down from below as a strong hand tore away his pants, the energies of the arena already having his cock nice and hard for the panther and crowd to see.\n\nWith another strong yank, Sky would lift up the chains high above the coon's head lifting his arms up, and with a glint of enjoyment in the panther's eyes, the panther would stop moving completely and his form became frozen in ice.\n\nWhen the coon first saw this he was confused at first, staring quizzically at the frozen beast, however his confusion snapped to panic when two arms wrapped around him, one hand teasing a nipple and the other grasping hold of his hardened cock making him gasp as it felt ice cold.\n\n\"Ahhh w..what the HELL.\"\n\nAnother wave of panic struck the nude coon, as he felt the panther's cold cock pressing against his tight hole, the panther must have teleported behind him and stripped down.\n\n\"N..no.no way, don't you dariee.\"\n\nThe coon's protests were silenced as the large cock was plunged deep into his tight ass, the panther's strong hand working over the punk coon's cock while pumping back and forth inside him.\n\n\"It's time for you to learn your place, you want to step into combat again, better learn respect, child.\"\n\nWith his last words he would thrust deeper and harder into the coon's tight ass, jacking off his throbbing cock in a tight cold grip.\n\nFlint would grit his teeth in defiance for as long as he could, but the experienced panther worked him over good, forcing him to moan out loudly despite the pain of his rear.\n\nAs Sky began to feel the familiar fluid of pre coming from the moaning coon's cock, he figured it was time to really show the punk what a real fight is as he pulls away from the coon, the ice figure shattering and releasing the hold of the chains and allowing Flint to drop to the ground.\n\nWith the battle in the bag, Sky closed his eyes and clapped his hands together as two clouds of mist began to form on either side of him, forming into matching ice sculptures of the panther.\n\nWith a grin on his lips Sky opened his eyes, as would the two sculptures, as the three cold panther's glared at the panicking coon, whom managed to untwist the chains.\n\n\"Time to get what you deserve, punk!\"\n\nSuddenly, the coon started to laugh as he quickly rolls over onto his back, and in his hands was held a small black glass orb.\n\n\"Heh, first of combat Icey, don't get cocky on the field.\"\n\nThe orb was shattered in his hands and the chains around his arms suddenly fused into the coon's arms as he screams out loudly, the chains themselves now taking on a pitch black tint.\n\nSky stared in shock as the two statues rushed forward, trying to grab hold of the downed coon.\n\nFlint's scream turned to evil laughter as the chains began to move at his own command, and quickly snaked up to the two ice Skys and thrust up into the rears of the mimics, making them open their maw's loudly in vivid yet mute cries.\n\nGrinning wide, Flint slowly began to stand, glaring right into the panther's eyes as the penetrated statues slowly began to turn, now turning black as night, and quickly take hold of the naked panther.\n\n\"By the God's what is this?\"\n\n\"Your loss!\"\n\nThe ice cold arms of the possessed ice Skys quickly grabbed hold of the orginial, one gripping his arms tightly and clamping them against his lower back and forcing the veteran fighter to his knees and planting his chest into the temple floor.\n\nSky struggled both physically and mentally, whatever Flint did, he completely cut off his connection with the statues. His squirming was halted, however as two cold hands grab hold of his head roughly and lifted it up to large icy cock pressing against his lips.\n\nThe cock was perfectly shaped, and other wise being extremely cold, was a perfect match of Sky's own and now it would be forced against him as the strong hands lurch his head forward and driving the icy cock into his mouth making cry out from the intense cold.\n\nThe whining panther squirmed more as he felt one icy arm wrapping around his waist, along with a cold hand taking hold of his own hardened cock and began to stroke it, making the panther gasp and whine from the pleasuring cold stroking.\n\nAs the two statues teased their prey, their new master looked down over Sky with a wicked grin, his arms crossed over his chest with the black chains still planted deep inside the chest's of the icy panther's.\n\n\"Finish him now!\"\n\nAt their master command, the behind statue thrust his frozen cock into Sky's tigt hole making him squeal on the cock before him from both pain and cold, his cock twitching in the icy hand grasping him.\n\nWhining humiliatingly, Sky couldn't take much more of the abuse, the icy cocks thrusts back and forth brutally inside of him making. His cock dripping pre over the frozen hand grasping him, throbbing heavily as his orgasm came closer and closer as he closed his eyes, his rear bucking back against the cock fucking him now no longer able to fight the energy around the ring.\n\n\"That's it; cum Sky, cum and remember who it was that handed you such a defeat hahahahaha!\"\n\nUpon the command Sky almost screamed upon the cock in his mouth as his seed spilt upon the ground as he felt chilling fluid shooting down his stomach and up his rear, his eyes rolling back as he collapses. His mimic's disappearing in a cold mist.\n\nFlint stood triumphant with his hands in the air walking off with a wide grin, he had a she coon to fuck badly now."
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"value": "### Title: Doomed Dynasty Pt. 01\n\n### Tags: romance novella, strong women, drama, new zealand, wyoming, wonderful relationship\n\n**Characters**\n\n- **Courtney Curtis**: An elderly widow with a tired and sad appearance, residing in a retirement home. She is the matriarch of the Curtis family and commissioner of the book about her family's history. She is a strong-willed woman who has a strained relationship with her son, Reece.\n\n- **Mark Drummond**: A novelist hired by Courtney Curtis to write the history of the Curtis family. He is professional, patient, and ultimately wins Courtney's respect and cooperation for the book.\n\n- **Matt Curtis**: Courtney's late husband, a prominent figure in their community, and former mayor. He is described as a heroic figure with a complex personal life, including an extramarital affair. His death sets the stage for the events in the story.\n\n- **Reece Curtis**: The son of Courtney and Matt Curtis, married to Chase. He is struggling personally and professionally, with a strained relationship with his mother and memories of his father's failings fresh in his mind. He is an anthro.\n\n- **Chase Curtis**: Reece's wife, an internationally famous former swimsuit model. She is vibrant, outgoing, and had a close relationship with her father-in-law, Matt. She is an anthro.\n\n- **Vikki Armstrong**: A local café proprietor and Matt Curtis's mistress. She is known for her curvaceous figure and is not well-liked by Reece.\n\n- **Merv Arnold**: The acting chief fire officer and Matt's hand-picked successor. He is a married man with a wandering eye, particularly drawn to Vikki Armstrong.\n\n**Plot**\n\nThe story begins with Courtney Curtis paying Mark Drummond for completing a book about her family's history. Despite initial disagreements, Courtney comes to respect Mark's work and agrees to let him write the book his way. The book, \"Doomed Dynasty,\" wins an award, and Mark reflects on the impressive nature of Courtney and the Curtis family history. The narrative then shifts to the day of Matt Curtis's death, with Courtney watching him from their home before he collapses on the beach.\n\nFollowing Matt's death, the family and community gather for his funeral. Reece, Courtney and Matt's son, struggles with his father's legacy and the expectations placed upon him. Chase, Reece's wife, reminisces about her close relationship with Matt and the adventures they shared. Meanwhile, Vikki Armstrong, Matt's mistress, is present at the funeral, and her interaction with Courtney draws attention. The community discusses Matt's impact on the town and who might succeed him as mayor. Merv Arnold, the acting chief fire officer, is drawn to Vikki and hopes to continue Matt's arrangement with her.\n\nThe story also delves into Matt's past, including his expulsion from high school for assaulting Vikki Armstrong and his subsequent adventure in Wyoming, where he stayed with his Aunt Milly. The article written about Matt's life highlights his complex nature, his heroic deeds, and his tumultuous personal life. The community grapples with Matt's legacy and the future of the Curtis dynasty, with Reece left to contemplate his role in carrying on his father's name."
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"value": "Set in New Zealand* \n\nINTRODUCTION \n\nThe gnarled-faced woman, hair white and thinning without a hint of waves to give relief to her aged appearance, sat at ease, her pale violet eyes looked permanently saddened as if life had treated her cruely. \n\nThe widow resident of the retirement home bearing her name, pulled out a cheque from her dressing gown pocket. It was signed and dated, the amount correctly entered as $38,000. \n\n\"Thank you Mr Drummond,\" she said to the novelist. \"Well done and spend your earnings wisely.\" \n\nMark Drummond looked into those steady violet eyes for the final time, his job done. \n\n\"Thank you, Mrs Curtis,\" he said, almost bowing. \"It has been a pleasure listening to you and helping you to preserve the history of your distinguished family.\" \n\n\"Go,\" was all she said. \n\nWell she looked tired and he had money to bank. \n\nMark wished Courtney Curtis a comfortable and long life in her twilight years, knowing she'd only commissioned this book because she regarded it as her duty. Her son had disgraced the family name land perhaps even worse had lost the family's fortune and not fathered a son. That failure had doomed the survival of this Curtis Dynasty into which she'd married and had influenced the family significantly. \n\nMrs Curtis had been a pain to deal with but after the third and really fiery row he'd emerged the victor. Sullenly she agreed that she was to tell the stories, fill in the gaps as requested, and he'd write the book anyway he wished. She'd buckled to his ultimatum that he'd walk unless she pulled in her horns and left the writing to him. \n\nMark drove away thinking Mrs Curtis was one of the most impressive women he'd ever met. It was a magnificent story and virtually had told itself. He'd learned that morning the paperback edition of 'Doomed Dynasty', already out, had won the historic category in the Pfeiffer-Mc Higgins New Zealand Book Awards. \n\nBefore turning away he saw Mrs Curtis open her copy of the book, the newly produced hard cover version he'd collected as part of the deal to earn his payment. \n\nCHAPTER 1 \n\nDressed in a baggy grey tracksuit and pink fluffy scuffs, Courtney Curtis stood at the window, nursing an empty coffee cup. She looked at the solitary figure down on the beach. Her husband Matt was gazing out to sea, standing motionless. \n\nAfter watching a runabout disappear from view around the headland The gnarled-faced woman, hair white and thinning without a hint of waves to give relief to her aged appearance, sat at ease, her pale violet eyes looked permanently saddened as if life had treated her cruely. \n\nThe widow resident of the retirement home bearing her name, pulled out a cheque from her dressing gown pocket. It was signed and dated, the amount correctly entered as $38,000. \n\n\"Thank you Mr Drummond,\" she said to the novelist. \"Well done and spend your earnings wisely.\" \n\nMark Drummond looked into those steady violet eyes for the final time, his job done. \n\n\"Thank you, Mrs Curtis,\" he said, almost bowing. \"It has been a pleasure listening to you and helping you to preserve the history of your distinguished family.\" \n\n\"Go,\" was all she said. \n\nWell she looked tired and he had money to bank. \n\nMark wished Courtney Curtis a comfortable and long life in her twilight years, knowing she'd only commissioned this book because she regarded it as her duty. Her son had disgraced the family name land perhaps even worse had lost the family's fortune and not fathered a son. That failure had doomed the survival of this Curtis Dynasty into which she'd married and had influenced the family significantly. \n\nMrs Curtis had been a pain to deal with but after the third and really fiery row he'd emerged the victor. Sullenly she agreed that she was to tell the stories, fill in the gaps as requested, and he'd write the book anyway he wished. She'd buckled to his ultimatum that he'd walk unless she pulled in her horns and left the writing to him. \n\nMark drove away thinking Mrs Curtis was one of the most impressive women he'd ever met. It was a magnificent story and virtually had told itself. He'd already learbed the paperback edition of 'Doomed Dynasty', already out, had won the historic category in the Pfeiffer-Mc Higgins New Zealand Book Awards. \n\nBefore turning away he saw Mrs Curtis open her copy of the book, the hard cover version he'd collected as part of the deal to earn his payment. \n\nCHAPTER 1 \n\nDressed in a baggy grey tracksuit and pink fluffy scuffs, Courtney Curtis stood at the window, nursing an empty coffee cup. She looked at the solitary figure down on the beach. Her husband Matt was gazing out to sea, standing motionless. \n\nAfter watching a runabout towing two water-skiers disappear from view around the headland, Courtney went to the patio and began clearing away the remains of breakfast. She hurried, wanting to get back to her studio. It was times like this that she missed having a housekeeper. \n\nMatt should be up here doing this because it was largely his mess. She immediately regretted thinking that about the person who was her landlord, her shared lover and father of their only child. \n\nMinutes later her married life ended. \n\nWell to the south on that Sunday morning, the general manager of Mayfield Investments Ltd, Matt and Courtney Curtis' son Reece, was at his office dressed in a green and blue shot silk shirt, blue jeans and white boat shoes, filling in time before taking his wife Chase to brunch at the Slaughter House. \n\nShe was out shopping. \n\nChase liked going to the Slaughter House, as most of the regulars were her kind of people, young, stylish and 'cool', and because the entertainment was unique. \n\nReece thought it was miraculous a restaurant called Slaughter House attracted any custom at all. Three weeks ago he'd tried to book a table for two and had to agree to go on the waiting list. A cancellation that secured a table for them came only two days ago. \n\nIt was the restaurateur rather than the top-rated chef that produced the establishment's enormous popularity. Perhaps it was not surprising that someone who'd named his restaurant after an abattoir that once had occupied the site would be nicknamed Mad Willy. He would be no more insane than most of his clientele, but he knew a thing or two about marketing. At an appropriate moment when many of the diners had their food in front of them, Mad Willy would dash from the kitchen shouting and carrying a meat cleaver in his hand. \n\n\"Who ordered spare ribs!\" he'd yell. \"Gotta tell you, I chopped off one of my wife's fingers; she now wants it back. So who's got it?\" \n\nThe fun for regulars came from looking at the reaction of newcomers, who'd be watching Mad Willy, mouths agape. \n\nThe more nervous of them would be picking through their plate of chicken or spaghetti looking for a severed finger. \n\nOthers would have their eyes fixed on the cleaver, swinging menacingly as the terrible man approached their table. \n\nIt was sheer theatre, always with some variation. \n\nThe last time Reece was at the restaurant on a business lunch a woman just finished stripping her spare ribs and was wiping her mouth when Willy did this act. She'd burst into tears with fright. Willy tossed his cleaver behind the bar and went over and gently apologised to the woman. \n\nThen stepping back he sang 'Oh My Beloved' in a beautiful voice, clearly that of a trained tenor. On that occasion the loudest applause came from his victim and her husband. \n\n\"Don't worry, my love,\" Mad Willy told the woman loudly. \"My wife has eight fingers on each hand, so she has fingers to spare.\" \n\nNo surprisingly, Reece was looking forward to returning to the Slaughter House to enjoy the uplifting atmosphere. He was at a low, his marriage was failing; he was struggling to perform in his high profile management job and only by his nocturnal activities was managing to keep his debtors at arm's length. \n\nWhile waiting for the report to print out he looked at the smaller of two photographs on his desk, a close-up of his parents. \n\nReece lightly touched the image of his mother, running a finger down the side of her face. It was a lovely gesture, performed almost sub-consciously. He barely glanced at the image of his father, and when he did so it was with the hint of a scowl. \n\nReece's printer spat out the last page of the report, the dull humming of the motor stopped. \n\nAt about that moment on a Sunday in mid June, the man on the beach Matt Curtis collapsed. An incoming flow from an exhausted wave stopped just short of his lifeless body. \n\nThree days later, Reece walked towards the crowded Miranda Valley & District Presbyterian Church on a grey afternoon, his arm around the shoulders of his white-faced but smiling mother Courtney. Walking on the other side of Courtney and holding her hand was his wife Chase. Behind them came his grandmother Patricia. \n\nTwo fire engines were parked opposite the church and ten volunteer firemen of the small brigade formed in two lines on the side of the path to the church saluted when Courtney, widow of their chief fire officer, walked with her family between their lines. \n\nSympathetic eyes fell on the widow briefly. Involuntarily, most gazes drifted to her stunning daughter-in-law Chase. \n\nAs Chase Ireland, the Australian had gone on from winning a South Pacific beauty pageant to become an internationally famous swimsuit model, based on Paris. She had retired almost three years ago on the eve of her marriage. However the late Matt Curtis was at the centre of eulogies and later conversations. \n\nComments made by the Rev Chong and other speakers at the church service would later be amplified and even exaggerated in the church hall, with tea and coffee largely being ignored. Some of the best red and white wines from Matt's cellar would sluice down Thai finger food, club sandwiches, pastries and meringues. \n\nActing chief fire officer Merv Arnold found to his surprise that townspeople were greeting him with new recognition. He was enjoying this elevated status as head fireman and hoped that a call out to a fire or some other emergency would not ruin his afternoon. \n\nAfter the gathering ended and most people had dispersed and Merv was about to order crews to return the two fire appliances to the station, he heard the clatter of high heels on the concrete behind him. \n\n\"Hullo, Merv,\" came a soft greeting from just below his right shoulder. \n\nHe turned, and looked straight into the baby blue eyes of Vikki Armstrong, proprietor of the Riverside Café. \"It's a very sad time for us all.\" \n\nMerv nodded, being almost tongue tied as Vikki presented her cheek to be kissed. Everyone knew, and he knew better than most, she'd been Matt's girl... er mistress. \n\nMerv was aware that although Matt and Vikki had meticulously tried to keep their secret life their secret, nonetheless tongues found reason to waggle among groups on street corners, in bars and at sewing circles. \n\nSomething Vikki was saying jolted Merv back from his musing. Her words excited him. \"Come and have a coffee with me one morning. Park under the big pohutukawa tree at the side of the building; if you phone beforehand I'll leave the side door unlocked.\" \n\nMerv moistened his lips that suddenly had dried. \"Right, I'd love to pop in sometime and chat over coffee.\" \n\nHe wondered if Vikki wore black underwear. He grinned, knowing he was the man to kept Vikki's fire stocked as Matt's hand-picked successor. \n\nThe head waitress/manager at the Riverside Café, Muriel Jones, saw her boss talking to Merv and concluded that Vikki was wasting her time. Merv the plumber's nervous little wife kept him on a very short lead; it was a wonder he'd been allowed to join the fire brigade that had him rushing out and about at all hours of the day and night. \n\nThe unmarried Muriel knew she would feel Matt's departure for a while. She'd often though the café seemed to light up when he walked in. She'd become used to the horsy smell of him when he had arrived straight from the farm. He would kiss her, sometimes before he kissed Vikki, and she'd brace herself for the occasional friendly slap on her butt. \n\nWomen had been attracted to Big Matt. \n\n \n\nMiranda Valley starts high in a mountain range and runs out like a mouth of a funnel onto coastal flats. \n\nThe town of Miranda of some 4000 people lies on both sides of the river and ends at the start of a narrow coastal reserve on the beachfront. Beyond that is a bay reaching out into Cook Strait, the watery gap between the South and North Islands that link the South Pacific Ocean and the Tasman Sea. \n\nWilliam Curtis was one of the three British immigrants who purchased land from the native Maori in 1847 and cleared the first grazing areas in the region for their cattle and sheep. In an act of generosity, during a period of high farm prices, those three pioneering farmers jointly gifted a strip of land to the Government to form a reserve in perpetuity. They handed across that land while retaining a small block at it's centre for themselves. \n\nThe wisdom of holding on to that small piece of land privately with superb ocean views went unnoticed at the time but over the years its exclusivity became apparent after the block was subdivided into three dwellings sites. The homes built there by the Whitehead and Thompson families, descendants of the original settlers, to abut the existing Curtis home were the only properties for a almost a mile on either side of that block to have direct access to the beach. \n\nMatt's grandfather Charles built a replacement grand home in the 1920s on the Curtis's one acre home site. He named it Aberdeen, after the birthplace in Scotland of his mother Amelia. \n\nOver the years usually a Curtis, Whitehead or Thompson was the chairman of the Town Board, or following local government reforms, chairman of the County Council, then later mayor of the Borough Council and more latterly mayor of the District Council. \n\nAt the time of his death Matt Curtis was ending his second term at mayor. \n\nSeveral communities in the district, ranging in size of between 50 to 300 people are situated on beaches to the north and south while the largest of them developed where isolated supply shacks were built by traders to service the first European settlers and small tribes of Maori whose ancestors arrived several hundred years earlier. \n\n \n\nAt least one discussion at the function after Matt Curtis' funeral touched briefly on the subject of his successor as mayor. \n\n\"Deputy Mayor Ivan Whyte will be an adequate fill-in until the next local body elections,\" Ewan Major said to his brother, Steven. \"But he won't get things done like Matt did.\" \n\nSteven nodded, commenting, \"Although old Charlie Whitehead doesn't say much as a councillor, he could toss his hat into the ring. You know, the town expects a Curtis, Whitehead or a Thompson to be the leading citizen, and I reckon Charlie will waltz in if he goes for the top job.\" \n\n\"You're probably right, but Matt's boy could upset things if he chooses to come back to live here. The rumour is that he will. Anyway, we've not here to get too involved in discussing politics. Pass the bottle will you.\" \n\nSimilar conversations about Matt and his loss to the community were beginning to decrease as people dropped into their customary patter of commenting the weather, blocked drains and pot holes and, of course, rugby, food, television programming and 'the impossible' younger generation. \n\nMerv Arnold was talking to two of his firemen while keeping one eye on Vikki across the room expressing her condolences. \n\nNewly widowed Courtney had stepped forward to give Vikki a long hug, much to the amazement of those who knew that this was a significant public meeting between her and her late husband's grieving mistress. \n\n\"Matt was a hero, he really was,\" Vikki sniffed, astonished at Courtney's embrace in public. \n\n\"Yes indeed, he gave so much of himself,\" Courtney smiled without apparent malice. \n\n\"Mum sorry to interrupt but Mrs Martin is leaving and wants to say goodbye,\" said Reece, totally ignoring Vikki. He couldn't understand what his father saw in that woman who was all breasts, tum and bum and talked excessively. But at least he agreed with her on one thing, his father was a hero, as well as what she didn't say... an adulterer and a flawed husband and inadequate father. \n\nChase, becoming bored by the ritual and mindless conversations, looked at her husband. She wondered why Reece had neither the build nor the aggressiveness of his father Matt, whom she had rather fancied. Whenever she'd been around Matt there was always a feeling of excitement, if nothing was happening, he would make something happen. Matt had been like a second father to her. In contrast, her own father had never allowed her to take risks, calling her 'My Princess\" just as her mother did. Her parents had treated her protectively, as if trying to shield her from harm to preserve her good looks and an incredibly unblemished skin. \n\nIn contrast, her father-in-law had been uncompromising towards her and she revelled in his attention. It had been Matt who had taught her to ride a horse, to catch salmon and to drive his four-wheel-drive vehicle on bone-jolting journeys across paddocks to ford rivers and climb mountains... at least the hills looked like mountains to her when she was going up the scary steep slopes. \n\nHe wasn't bothered with conventions or saying what he thought. She recalled a time when the rest of the family had gone down on to the beach to walk off an enormous Christmas lunch. She and Matt were alone beside the pool resting. \n\n\"Do you mind if I sunbath with my top off,\" she had asked nervously, adding, \"I will remain on my tummy.\" \n\nMatt had laughed. \"Go to it, and turn over as many times as you wish, it won't excite me. \"You're too lanky to get me excited.\" \n\nThat was probably true as Courtney was curvaceous and the woman in town that Reece had pointed out being \"Dad's scarlet woman\" was an over-inflated Barbie look-alike except that she had brown hair. \n\nMatt had been an incorrigible flirt and she enjoyed the attention when that teasing was directed at her. She sighed and said aloud, \"I'll miss you, really miss you Matt.\" \n\nIn the middle of the room there was quite a gathering around a group of Americans, including two blonde women who looked as if they were mother and daughter. \n\nThe loudest voice belonged to another in that party, Matt's Aunt Milly, who was telling everyone who was listening how Matt as a 17-yearld had come to her ranch in Wyoming and she sent him home a little over three years later \"ready to take on the world\". \n\nIn the far corner of the room was a man, with a crutch on the empty seat beside him. His right leg was missing from just above the knee. He was unshaven, quite scruffy. On the seat next to him was a greying fox terrier, dozing despite the noise. The teenage son of one of Matt's closest friends returned to the man carrying a bottle of wine. His interest was to pump the old man a bit more for a story that could become an \"Incident from the Past\" essay required as part of his high school studies. \n\n\"Cheers, Mr Thomas. Now let me dump the empty bottle for you. I'm afraid that the Cloudy Bay sav is all gone. But the barman said that this one from Nelson's lower Moutere Valley is every bit as good.\" \n\n\"Doesn't matter laddie, it's all plonk to me. Now, where were we? Matt and I were being swept down the Miranda River...\" \n\nExtracting useful titbits from all this chatter was Ali Packard, a reporter from the local newspaper The Bugle. Unnoticed, a feature writer from a national Sunday newspaper was also quietly at work. His story of the turbulent life of Matt Curtis would be featured as a double-page spread in the newspaper distributed around the country. \n\nWhen finding out of the presence of that uninvited reporter, Reece and Courtney initially were appalled at the intrusion. But the journalist was an elderly, persuasive man, and managed to convince Reece that it would be advantageous to be allowed to continue his fact-gathering to supplement material already on hand at the newspaper. \nThe journalist offered to later interview Reece alone about memories of his father \"to ensure we get an accurate picture.\" This pressure to participate forced Reece to think clearly about his father in a way he had not done so previously, even when pressed by Chase \"to let it all flow out.\" He thought perhaps now was the time to do that. \n\nThe feature writer had been warned by his news editor not to expect any cooperation from Matt's son... \"Like his dad, Reece Curtis really is a hard bastard.\" \n\nThe warning appeared to be misplaced, however. Reece showed himself to be a thoughtful and clear-thinking individual, who expressed himself well and, in this instance, was particularly cooperative. \n\n \n\nThe article, rather than a simple obituary, in The Sunday Tribune was headed 'Death of a Multiple Hero and Hard B-d'. \n\nNone of the family was upset at that heading, least of all Patricia, Matt's mother. It was only stating the truth. \n\nThe article outlined the Curtis dynasty. \n\n'In 1867 William Curtis, a Scot born just outside Aberdeen and later farmed stud cattle at Tillyfour, sailed for New Zealand with his wife Amelia and two small children, Charles and Alice, to buy land to develop a cattle and sheep station far larger than that William could have afforded to do in his native Scotland.' \n\n'Eventually suitable land was found alongside the Miranda River, some of it old riverbed terraces. Ever mindful of the homeland on the other side of the world, he named his station Faraway Farm.' \n\n'His son Charles inherited Faraway Farm in 1891, he married a Christchurch lawyer's daughter, Sarah Scott, and it then passed on to his only son, Collier Curtis, in 1924 who had married the daughter of a local pastoralist, Patricia Sutherland. It passed to son Matt in 1957 who the following year married Courtney Sterling of Wellington. Matt had been christened Matthew but soon after he started talking he persistently called himself Matt and the shorter version of his name stuck. Collier 'Fearless' Curtis, a local legend because of his fearless horsemanship, wild behaviour and then in his latter years his aggressiveness as mayor to modernise the town centre and persuade the Government to build a bridge over the river to replace the out-dated but nevertheless iconic ferry.' \n\n'Collier worked on toughening up his son from an early age. He proudly claimed that he wanted Matt to fight above his weight and ride horses furiously, boasting that he looked forward to the day when Matt could knock him senseless, race him to the back boundary of their farm and drink him under the table.' \n\n'Matt achieved his father's first two targets by the time he turned seventeen but never achieved the third, much to his father's disappointment. His father's capacity for liquor would invariably left him 'last man standing' at parties with shearers, shepherds and neighbours.' \n\nThe article stated that in his last year at high school Matt was expelled for assaulting a fellow pupil, Victoria (Vikki) Armstrong, who eventually became a very close friend of her former assailant. \n\nThe writer reported that people were shocked to learn of the assault on the Rev. Clyde Armstrong's daughter. As the deeply aggrieved widower gathered sufficient support to get Matt expelled from the school, Rev. Armstrong decided against referring the incident to the police after gaining the agreement of Matt's father, the Mayor, to arrange for his disgraced son to 'disappear' for a while. Victoria was sent south to a relative as soon as the stitches to her mouth had been removed. The scandal over Matt's expulsion faded when it became known that he had been sent to live with his father's young sister in Wyoming. \n\nCHAPTER 2 \n\nIn mid-August 1956 Matt Curtis arrived in the United States to begin a great adventure. He left Los Angeles by bus, arriving in Cheyenne more than twenty hours later. \n\nMatt enjoyed passing through the famous Rocky Mountains to enter a historic part of the west. He'd read many yarns about people and places of the Wild West and many times he'd come across the name Cheyenne. Now he was walking its streets imagining that perhaps real gunfighters once walked where he was walking. \n\nMatt stayed the night at a cheap hotel, and next morning went out to try some real western food. \n\n\"Say, you're not from around these parts,\" drawled the waitress. \n\n\"New Zealand?\" she said, surprised, when told by Matt where he hailed from. \"I'm not quite sure where that is, but I've never met anyone from those parts before.\" \n\nMatt had never met anyone quite like her, a big-breasted good-looking woman with a very wide mouth encircled with bright red lipstick. She conversed with him, a total stranger, without any shyness and wanted to know all about him. \n\n\"I've got a boy of sixteen, and as sure of hell I wouldn't let him go halfway around the world by himself like you are doing.\" \n\nMatt was surprised that she didn't know the town where he would be heading for by bus around midday. \n\n\"Nope, never head of Arrowhead. Are you sure it is in Wyoming?\" \n\nMatt arrived there late that afternoon, travelling via Laramie, another name he was very familiar with from reading cowboy stories. He was the only passenger to alight at Arrowhead and was disappointed Aunt Milly was not waiting to greet him. The only other person he could see was a dark featured man, leaning against a street pole. \n\nMatt was now becoming nervous that he might be marooned. There was still no sign of Aunt Milly. Lifting his duffle bag on to his shoulder he thought he should ask someone where the Bar 2X ranch was, so walked over to the wiry middle-aged man with an unlit cigarette drooping from his mouth. \n\nBefore he could speak, the old man asked: \"Are you Fearless Curtis' kid? You sure look like him.\" \n\nSo, thought Matt. This must be Ponto Rivers. \n\n\"Yep, and are you Mr Rivers?\" \n\nThe man looked at Matt as if he'd insulted him. \n\n\"I'm Ponto to you and to everyone else. Out here we only call gentlemen Mister and I can't rightly says when I last met one of those. The pick-up is round the corner. Come.\" \n\nThe only vehicle there was a dusty and rather battered 1936 Ford. Ponto grinned at the enthusiasm of the boy and opened the hood to show him the flat-head V8 motor. \n\n\"You like cars boy?\" \n\n\"I do, especially American ones. We don't have many at home because imports were stopped by the war and our involvement in the war was costly and the county has just got going again. But dad drives am ex-Army Jeep. I also like horses. Dad says Aunt Milly runs some of the best.\" \n\n\"Your dad!\" said Ponto, and then fell silent, leaving that comment unfinished. \n\nDuring the ride in the Ford, Matt had to lead the conversation. \n\n\"Gosh, I thought the Rockies looked magnificent. Reminds me of our Southern Alps back home.\" \n\n\"You've got mountains that big back home? Can't remember Fearless ever telling us that. He gave us the impression that New Zealand was made up of green paddocks, thermal areas twice as good as Yellowstone and lakes and rivers where they throw back trout if they're not twice the size of our ones in Lake Soda.\" \n\n\"Yeah, we've got lots of mountain ranges and a few very high mountains. Does it e"
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"value": "### Title: Ben Loves a Challenge Ch. 07\n\n### Tags: cum eating, denial, domination, handjob, masturbation, phone sex, punishment, mdom, submission, bdsm\n\n### Characters\n\n**Ben**: Ben is the protagonist of the story. He is a man who is exploring his sexuality and his desires, finding himself drawn to Dean and the dynamic they share. Ben is initially portrayed as somewhat naive and inexperienced in the realm of BDSM and same-sex relationships, but he is eager and willing to explore these new aspects of himself with Dean. He is described as being very attracted to Dean and enjoys the dominant/submissive dynamic they have, even finding that he enjoys being humiliated and dominated by Dean. Ben is also very emotionally invested in his relationship with Dean, even going so far as to tell Dean he loves him, although Dean does not reciprocate this sentiment. Ben is also very focused on his work and is shown to be dedicated to his job, even going on a business trip that keeps him away from Dean for several days.\n\n**Dean**: Dean is the other main character in the story and is Ben's love interest. Dean is openly gay and has experience with BDSM and dominant/submissive relationships. He is initially portrayed as being very confident and dominant, but as the story progresses, it is revealed that he has insecurities and fears related to his past experiences with relationships. Dean is very attracted to Ben and enjoys the dynamic they have, but he is also very concerned about the power imbalance in their relationship and the potential for Ben to be harmed or taken advantage of. Dean is also very private about his personal life and is reluctant to share details about his past or his feelings with Ben. He is shown to be very affected by Ben's declaration of love, although he does not reciprocate the sentiment. Dean is also shown to be hurt and angry when Ben leaves for his business trip, although he eventually forgives Ben and they continue their relationship.\n\n### Plot\n\nBen and Dean, coworkers with a complicated romantic and sexual history, navigate their relationship and personal feelings over the course of several days. Ben, who is exploring his sexuality and desires, is eager to continue his dominant/submissive dynamic with Dean, who is more experienced in such relationships. The two engage in various sexual acts and conversations, with Ben expressing his enjoyment and desire for the dynamic, and Dean expressing his concerns and insecurities. Their relationship is further complicated by Dean's fears about the power imbalance between them and the potential for Ben to be harmed or taken advantage of. Despite these concerns, the two continue to engage in their dynamic, with Ben even expressing his love for Dean, although Dean does not reciprocate the sentiment.\n\nAs the story progresses, Ben is sent on a business trip, which causes tension and strain in their relationship. Dean is hurt and angry that Ben is leaving, and the two have a strained conversation before Ben's departure. However, they continue to communicate while Ben is away, and their relationship ultimately survives the separation. Upon Ben's return, the two have a heated encounter in Dean's apartment, but their dynamic is ultimately disrupted by the arrival of two anthro drag queens, who are friends of Dean. The drag queens, who are unaware of the true nature of Ben and Dean's relationship, tease and joke with the two, causing tension and discomfort.\n\nIn the end, Ben leaves Dean's apartment, feeling hurt and rejected by Dean's dismissal of their relationship as merely a coworker dynamic. He is pursued by one of the drag queens, Zion, who confronts him about his intentions with Dean and warns him not to hurt Dean or lead him on. Ben, feeling overwhelmed and emotional, drives away, leaving the future of his relationship with Dean uncertain."
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"value": "By late afternoon on Sunday Ben worried he'd pushed Dean too far, he hadn't heard anything from him. He, himself, was having a hard time processing exactly what happened before dinner the night before. He thought about how Dean had stalked him the second he was in the door, sure Dean liked him, too. They had some excellent chemistry, he'd never come so hard with so little stimulation before. \n\nRemembering the night before flooded his manhood in a rush. He remembered the feeling of Dean's cock in his mouth, cumming in flushes, swallowing it down. He couldn't explain it, but the thought of having Dean cum inside his mouth, having Dean's cum in his stomach, had him nearly ready to burst again. He refrained from touching himself, tried to busy himself with other tasks, but he couldn't get the idea out of his head. \n\nNeedless to say, he didn't get much done on Sunday. At exactly ten pm, just as he was sliding between his sheets to read a little before he turned out the lights, he received a strange text from Dean. Just the sight of the notification had his heart in his throat. It wasn't his normal message window, it was something else in his message box. It said 'Dean and Ben incognito'. It didn't say anything on his screen until he clicked into the actual message log. \n\n'Hey.' \n\nHey? That was all Dean was gonna say to him? He'd spent half the day agonizing over if Dean thought he was a disgusting pervert, and the other half fantasizing that Dean liked last night as much as he had. \n\n'What's an incognito?' he sent. \n\n'A secure message that's encrypted,' Dean sent back. A second later another text popped up. 'Disappears after six hours.' \n\nOh. He understood. These messages would be private, and unsaved. He could say things he wanted without worrying. 'Neat. So, about last night. I wanted to make sure you were okay.' \n\nDean typed out for over a minute, and Ben watched with his breath held. 'You're worried about me? I was out of control. I wanted to apologize.' \n\nHis fingers flew of their own accord. He'd never texted so fast before. 'You were amazing. Please, don't apologize.' Send. 'It was fucking hot.' Send. 'Amazing.' Send. 'Mind blowingly good.' Send. \n\nDean must have been typing at the same time, because his text landed in the middle of the machine gun fire of Ben's texts. 'I shouldn't have pushed you that far. I'm not usually like that.' \n\n'Dean, last night was freaking fantastic. I wanna do it again.' \n\nThere was a pause that went on too long, it had him dancing with anxiety. 'You're killing me, DeLuca', was Dean's eventual response. He should've been expecting it. \n\nForget texting, this wasn't working. He called Dean. It rang three, four times, and Ben was worried he'd be sent to voicemail, but Dean picked up at the last second. \"Ben,\" he whined as he answered the phone. \"I didn't-\" \n\n\"Dean, shut up,\" Ben demanded. \n\nDean shut up, which actually surprised him. \"Oh. Okay. So, I wanna, um... What're you doing right now?\" He couldn't just jump in, it was too embarrassing. \n\n\"Getting ready for work tomorrow. What're you doing?\" \n\n\"I was in bed, reading.\" \n\n\"You're going to bed already? Are you a kid?\" \n\nBen sniffed out a small laugh. \"I usually read for an hour or so in bed before I actually go to sleep. Besides, I need a full night's sleep or I'm worthless the next day.\" \n\n\"Yeah,\" Dean agreed. A moment of awkward silence sat between them. \n\n\"So,\" he began at the same time that Dean said \"Hey, Ben.\" They both stopped, then he chuckled. \"You first.\" \n\nDean cleared his throat. \"Ben, I, about last night, I, um, I'm not, I mean, with the, ah...\" \n\n\"Dean, please. Stop worrying. I really did enjoy it. A lot.\" \n\nDean didn't sound convinced. \"For real?\" He could hear Dean's eyebrows rise up at the end. \n\n\"For real.\" \n\n\"How? How did you like it? The last time I, I mean, I'm not, but one time, I, ah, had this boyfriend, and, uh...\" Dean trailed off. Ben waited for him to continue, and he did, but he sounded breathy, as if he was running or something. Or having a mild panic attack. \"I was dating this guy, Mike, and we'd been dating for a while. He did something, I thought, I mean, sorta submissive, and it was... it made me want to be mean to him, mean like I was last night. I told him about it and he laughed it off. He broke up with me the following week, told our mutual friends that I was... I'm a freak, Ben. I'm messed up.\" \n\n\"Did you do stuff like last night with him?\" Ben asked, jealousy blooming in his belly. \n\n\"What?! Of course not! I just told him what I wanted to do. He told our friends I was a sex freak. I already said it, Ben, but I'm messed up,\" Dean said, his voice strained. \n\nThe pain in Dean's voice turned his jealousy at the faceless Mike to anger. \"Dean, you're not a sex freak, whatever the hell that even means. And, honestly? It's his loss. You're not messed up.\" \n\n\"I am, I shouldn't wanna do shit like that, shouldn't get off on it, you know? Like, I'm already gay, and I'm a freak on top of being gay. A double whammy.\" \n\n\"That's bullshit, right there. You're not a freak. I really liked it.\" His throat grew tight. \"Like, really, really. I've never, ah, didn't think I would.\" He shook his head, then started again. \"I really liked that you liked it, too.\" \n\n\"You were just, it was the heat of the moment, Ben,\" Dean tried to explain away. \n\nHe snorted. \"Rubbish. I've never really been into anything extreme before, but the first time you were mean to me made me hard as steel. I liked it, Dean. I don't know why. The shame, the power you have over me, it's super hot.\" \n\n\"I made you crawl on the floor naked, Ben.\" \n\nHe moaned, closing his eyes and remembering it. \"Mmm. You did.\" \n\n\"I forced you to swallow my cum.\" \n\n\"Keep talking dirty to me. I didn't know you were into phone sex, but I'm down.\" Ben said, only half teasing. \n\nDean groaned. \"Ben, this is serious, yea?\" \n\n\"So is the boner you just gave me, Dean. If you're messed up, then so am I. If you're a sex freak, then so am I. I liked it. No, I didn't just like it. I wanna do it again. I want you to do more things to me. I'm the freak, Dean. I really, really wanna do more freaky things with you.\" \n\n\"You're killing me,\" Dean whined. \n\n\"Was it bad? Was I no good?\" he asked, suddenly worried he'd messed up and that's why Dean was upset. \n\n\"God, no, Ben! It was fucking hot as hell. You're, the way you react to me, it's perfect. Too perfect. That's the problem.\" \n\n\"Not how I see it,\" he said. He turned the light off and lay back in bed, passively running the heel of his hand over his erection. \"There's no problem if you like it and I like it, too.\" \n\n\"Ben, it's messed up! I shouldn't have gone so far, but you push my buttons like no one I've ever met.\" Dean sounded frustrated. \"When I'm with you I can't control it, and that's why it's messed up.\" \n\n\"Don't control it,\" Ben sighed. \"It's not messed up. We have good chemistry, Dean. It seems like we may share complimentary kinks.\" \n\n\"I don't have any kinks,\" Dean snapped. Ben thought he could hear a bit of fear under the instant denial. \n\nHe decided to try a different tactic. \"Sure, but what we did last night, it hit my kinks perfectly. Thank you for humoring me.\" \n\n\"Dammit, DeLuca, I wasn't humoring you! I was shaming you!\" \n\n\"Mmm,\" he moaned. \"Shame me some more. You know you like it.\" \n\n\"Ben!\" Dean sighed. \"You shouldn't like it, yea?\" \n\n\"I like it Dean. You do too, or at least I think you do. I wanna be clear with you, because I feel like I'm not saying it right. I really liked it. A lot. I'm your bitch, Dean, and you need to punish me, discipline me when I misbehave. You need to train me to be exactly the bitch you want me to be,\" he said. His cock throbbed in agreement. \n\nDean struggled internally, he could practically hear it over the line. \"You really liked it?\" \n\nBen laughed, and he was surprised at how husky it sounded. \"God yes, Dean. I loved it.\" \n\n\"Tell me what you liked,\" Dean asked, and Ben thought he could hear just a little of the commanding voice beneath his nervousness. \n\n\"All of it, Dean,\" he insisted. \"I liked how you pushed me up against the door and teased me but didn't touch me. How you made me undress and crawl after you. How you let me please you and enjoy the treat you saved for me.\" His throat tightened as he spoke, and he was whispering now. \"How you made me cum even though I wasn't supposed to, then made me clean it off you.\" \n\nDean didn't say anything. \"Dean?\" \n\n\"Ben,\" Dean moaned. \"You, please don't lie to me. You really liked it? You're not just, I dunno, yea?\" \n\n\"What would I be doing? Of course I liked it. Why would I lie?\" \n\n\"I dunno,\" Dean admitted. \"Just, you're too good to be true.\" \n\n\"Did you like it, Dean?\" \n\nDean moaned. \n\n\"What did you like about last night?\" Ben asked. \n\nDean was quiet and he almost said something. Just before he could think of what to say, Dean spoke. \"You mess me up, DeLuca.\" \n\n\"In a good way, or a bad way?\" \n\n\"Both. In both ways.\" \n\n\"I'm sorry,\" Ben apologized. \"I wanted to please you. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.\" \n\n\"You didn't!\" he exclaimed. \"You didn't. I, it had to have made you uncomfortable, didn't it?\" \n\nHe snorted. \"Dean, tell me what you liked about last night.\" Dean whined, and it made him smile. It finally felt like he was making some headway. \"It's okay, Dean. Please? I wanna know. If there's something you didn't like, tell me and I'll make sure not to do it again.\" \n\n\"There was nothing,\" Dean whispered. \"You go with the flow, you do everything I say without hesitation, you don't complain or balk.\" \n\nHe realized what the problem was. \"You think it wasn't consensual?\" \n\n\"You didn't stop me,\" Dean said, sounding fragile. \n\n\"I didn't want you to stop,\" he replied. \"We need a way for you to check if it's still consensual without ruining the mood.\" \n\n\"A safeword,\" Dean whispered. \n\n\"What's that?\" Ben asked, the word sounding familiar. \n\n\"Something you say, if you aren't feeling it. Or me, either of us. Like, a brake pedal.\" Dean sounded nervous. \n\n\"Yeah, that sounds good. You just say something, like you say 'safeword'?\" \n\n\"No, you pick a word to be your safeword. I read about using red, yellow, and green. Like, if I push you too far you would tell me 'red', and if it was something where you were uncomfortable but not ready to stop you'd say yellow, and green means go,\" Dean explained quickly, as if he'd been working this out well before the call. \n\n\"Why can't I just say stop?\" Ben asked, thinking about when he'd use each of the signals. \n\n\"Do you always mean stop when you say stop?\" Dean asked. \"I...\" \n\n\"What?\" Ben encouraged. \n\n\"I...\" Dean sighed. \"Nevermind.\" \n\n\"Not nevermind,\" Ben demanded. \"Tell me what you were going to say.\" \n\n\"Ben,\" Dean whined. \n\n\"Dean,\" Ben insisted. \"Listen. I want to know. Please? Pretty please?\" \n\n\"You're-\" \n\n\"I'm killing you. Yeah, yeah, I know. Stop stalling, Dean. Tell me your fantasies.\" \n\nDean whimpered. It was adorable. A few silent seconds passed between them before Dean realized that he was waiting for him. \"I...\" He sighed heavily. \"I like the idea of punishing you after you tell me to stop. Like, you say stop, but you don't mean it. Like, you really want more, but... I'm sorry. It's fucked up. It doesn't make sense. Forget about it.\" \n\n\"No, I'm not gonna forget about it. I understand. Like, when you say no, but you mean yes. I get it.\" He nodded, the finer intricacies of Dean falling into place in his head. \"Okay. Red, yellow, green. I like it. I mean, if you still wanted to do stuff like that with me.\" \n\nAnother few seconds of silence, broken by Dean's heavy breathing. \"Green,\" Dean whispered. \n\nHe smiled. \"So, Dean, tell me what you liked about last night.\" \n\nDean hesitated, then spoke quickly. \"Your mouth around my cock, looking up at me like you do. I don't usually come that fast, but you pulled it out of me.\" \n\n\"I've never thought about blowing a guy before, but it's insanely hot when I do you,\" Ben agreed. \n\n\"You're straight,\" Dean complained. \n\n\"Oh? I didn't know straight guys liked sucking the hot, creamy cum from another guy's dick...\" \n\n\"They don't,\" Dean insisted, making the sexiest little noises. \n\n\"I liked it, Dean,\" Ben said. \"I liked it a lot. The thought of your cum inside me, of having you inside me, of having you defile me like you did... Mmm. I'm hard again, Dean, just remembering it.\" \n\n\"I...\" \n\n\"What?\" Ben encouraged. \"You can tell me anything, Dean.\" \n\n\"I wanna cover you... in my, ah...\" \n\n\"In what?\" he asked, holding his breath to hear Dean's answer. \n\n\"I wanna cum all over you,\" Dean whispered. \"I wanna cum in your mouth and make you swallow it. I wanna...\" \n\n\"I want that, too,\" Ben agreed. \"I wanna feel your hot cum over every inch of my body, Dean.\" \n\nDean moaned. \"You're killing me, yea?\" \n\nBen smiled. \"I wanna know what it feels like to have you inside me, and I never thought I would want to stick anything in there, much less your long, sexy cock.\" \n\n\"You think my cock is sexy?\" Dean asked, sounding breathy. \n\n\"So sexy,\" Ben agreed. He forced his hands to his sides, then swallowed hard as he prepared himself to ask a question. \"Dean?\" \n\n\"Ben?\" \n\n\"I wanna touch myself.\" \n\n\"Are you hard? Just from talking to me?\" Dean asked, sounding uncertain. \n\n\"So hard,\" Ben agreed. \"May I touch myself while I talk to you? While I think about your long, sexy cock?\" \n\nDean moaned. \"You wanna have phone sex?\" \n\n\"Fuck yeah, I wanna have phone sex,\" he moaned. \n\n\"No, you may not touch yourself. Go to bed, Ben.\" \n\nDean was serious and Ben whined. \"Dean...\" \n\n\"You heard me. Goodnight, Ben.\" \n\n\"I love you, Dean,\" Ben whispered. \n\n\"You don't love me, Ben. You love the idea of me, right now. The second you find someone else, you'll be gone. Don't say you love me. It's cruel.\" \n\nHe could hear the pain in Dean's voice, and wished he was there, with him now. He wanted to comfort him, to tell Dean he was wrong about his feelings, but he knew it wouldn't convey over the phone. He growled. \"I wish I could come over. I wanna see you.\" \n\n\"We have work tomorrow,\" Dean declined, talking to him as if he were a child. \n\n\"I know,\" he complained. \"But, I wanna see you. I... If I'm not there, it's not the same. I can't talk to you the same.\" \n\nDean didn't say anything for a few breaths. Ben waited, but Dean didn't say anything. \"Dean, please, talk to me.\" \n\n\"I...\" He heard Dean take a deep breath. \"Ben, I can't do this.\" He sounded frail. \n\nBen pursed his lips in frustration. \"You keep saying that, but you're doing it now.\" \n\n\"You know what I mean,\" Dean whined. \n\nBen took a deep breath, trying to think of an answer that Dean would actually hear. \"Dean, let's start this over.\" \n\n\"Start what over? There's nothing to start.\" \n\nBen snorted. Dean was whining, and it was cute. \"That's perfect. Dean, can I ask you something personal?\" \n\n\"DeLuca, you're an idiot.\" \n\n\"You keep saying that,\" he agreed. \"Can I?\" \n\n\"You're gonna ask if I say you can or not...\" \n\n\"Yeah, probably.\" He laughed, and he swore he heard Dean chuckle, too. \"Dean, do you like me?\" \n\n\"I don't hate you,\" Dean hedged. \n\n\"Yeah, but do you like me?\" he pressed. \n\n\"DeLuca, you're killing me.\" \n\nHe laughed again, he finally understood something about Dean now, and it made a big difference. \"You really do say that a lot.\" \n\n\"Then maybe don't do things that make me say it, yea?\" Dean snapped, but it was defensive more than angry. \n\n\"Dean, you like me. I know you do. Tell me,\" he pestered. \n\n\"Go to bed, Ben,\" Dean said firmly. \"Now.\" \n\nBen laughed again. \"Yes, sir,\" he agreed. \"One last thing, though?\" \n\nDean groaned. \"What, Ben?\" \n\n\"Love you, Dean. Good night.\" \n\nDean's side was silent for a breath. \"You're an idiot,\" he muttered, then hung up. \n\n \n\nDue to last minute changes and his boss's family spreading a stomach bug around at home, Ben was chosen to attend a conference four hours away. He was in a sour mood all day, and his blue balls weren't helping anything. He'd be gone from Tuesday to Friday, basically ruining his one week with Dean. This stupid trip could ruin everything. He would have to spend the night packing and prepping to be gone for the week, and find someone to take care of his cat. \n\nThe cat would probably be fine, she could give a shit if Ben was there or not as long as there was food. \n\nBut, losing his week with Dean was what was killing him. He went over to Dean's side of the building, not even caring about what that rumor would sound like, but Dean wasn't there. The intern was, but he ignored him when he asked what Ben needed. He got caught up in assigning his work to others all day, and it was nearly the end of the day before he got a moment to himself. \n\nHe wished he knew Dean's personal email address. He didn't want to email his company email, it wouldn't be professional, and he really, really didn't want to put Dean in the position he found himself with Parker. \n\nHad Dean really never done anything with Parker other than just talk? It gave him a sense of superiority like he hadn't felt since his high school athlete days. He was special to Dean, he knew it. \n\nBut now he'd be gone, and there was no way he'd talk Dean into another week. \n\n\"Dammit,\" he growled, erasing his sixth text message, longer than all the rest by double. Nothing he wrote sounded right, and the longer it was, the more needy he sounded. He cleaned his desk and left for the day, double checking he had all of the work he hadn't been able to push to someone else with him, his laptop and its charger, and all the details about the hotel and conference registration. He'd called earlier to have it all changed into his name, but it would still somehow find a way to be a pain in the ass. \n\nHe called Dean the second he buckled his seatbelt, but there was no answer. He frowned, then drove home, frustrated and annoyed. The night didn't get much better. He paced his apartment when he wasn't throwing clothes into his suitcase, then tearing them out again to refold them so they didn't get wrinkled. \n\nMaybe he could get Dean to teach him to fold clothes... \n\nHe sent a series of text messages, each of them increasing in urgency. He called Dean again, but he didn't answer. He went to bed feeling insecure, which was something he wasn't used to feeling. He didn't like it. \n\nDean texted him on his drive, but he couldn't check it for forty eight miles to the next rest stop. Each mile piled pebbles of stress on him until he was almost pure emotional energy. \n\n'Got your messages. Drive safe.' \n\nThat was it?! 'Can I have an extension on my week?' \n\nHe paced the sidewalk at the rest stop, waiting for Dean's response. The sky was overcast, which somehow felt appropriate. The wind whipped by him, stealing his body heat. He should've worn his coat, but it was in the trunk with his suitcase. \n\n'Maybe if you're a good boy.' Dean's response was both frustrating and exciting. He got another one before he sent the one he'd been typing. 'Focus on your thing, I'll contact you tonight. Don't worry if you're busy, work comes first. Do a good job.' \n\n'Will I get a reward if I do?' He shouldn't have sent it, but he did anyway. \n\nHis palms were sweaty as he waited, despite the cold wind. 'We'll see, won't we?' \n\nThe day was long, his mind never far from Dean, despite how he tried to focus. Dean texted him during his shower, he was still dripping, towel around his waist, when he opened his text, one in the incognito chat. He noticed the rest of the log was empty, all their previous conversation gone. \n\n'You busy?' \n\nBen's stress and worry disappeared instantly. 'Nope. You?' \n\nHe dried off, then dropped the towel to the floor, shut off all the lights but the one next to the bed, then slid between the sheets. He wasn't even gonna bother getting dressed, he knew he'd jerk it to Dean tonight one way or another. He hoped it'd be with Dean's guidance. \nA tremor of sexually charged fear shuddered his whole body. Dean could always keep him from coming again tonight, and with nothing but a few stern words. \n\nThe sound of a text caught his attention. 'You said you wanted phone sex before?' A second passed and another text bubble popped up. 'Right?' \n\nHe swallowed down his excitement and typed in a single word. 'Yes.' \n\n'You alone?' \n\n'Yes. I miss you.' \n\nDean sent an annoyed emoji. Ben sent back the smiley face with hearts for eyes. \n\n'Take off all your clothes.' \n\nHe couldn't help the big, excited smile on his face, or the stab of fear in his gut. 'Already done,' he replied. \n\n'You're such a slut, DeLuca,' Dean responded. A few seconds ticked by as he tried to think of a response, but then Dean sent him another message. 'Show me.' \n\nHis cock was tenting the bedsheet already. Did Dean want a whole body picture? Slipping out of bed, he headed back to the bathroom. The light was brighter than the one next to the bed and he squinted for a second as he acclimated, then frowned at his image in the mirror. \n\nHe'd skipped working out for a few days, his little poochy belly proof of that. Ben shifted, trying to find the best angle to make him look sexy. It was harder than it looked. How did all those porn actors do it? \n\nHe'd finally found a pose he liked when his phone vibrated. 'Sorry. Nvrmnd.' \n\nBen frowned, then posed again, trying to give a sexy-tiger kind of look. It was more like a pouty puppy, but he sent it anyway. He followed it up with a text. 'Had to find the right angle. Harder than it looks.' \n\n'Show me your dick.' \n\nHe took a quick picture looking down, one hand holding his shaft out while the other one struggled to snap the photo. It was a little blurry, but he didn't want Dean to think he wasn't following directions so he sent it anyway. \n\nThere were several seconds where he watched Dean begin to type, then stop, then begin again, only to stop again. 'Show me your ass.' \n\nHeat creeped across his face to his ears. Using the mirror, he tried to take a good picture, but it was hard and the lighting was weird. He did his best, then sent it. He didn't love it, but he didn't want to keep Dean waiting. \n\n'Good job.' Those two words has core clenching and his balls tingly. \n\n'Thank you, sir.' Ben waited for Dean's next instructions. He didn't have to wait long. \n\n'Why are you hard?' \n\nHe sent back three question marks, unsure of what Dean meant. Of course he was hard, Dean was playing with him over the phone. He wished Dean were here, that he could see his face and body language. Phone sex was hard. \n\n'Thinking of you,' was what he ended up sending. \n\n'Dirty thoughts about me?' \n\n'Um, yeah?' \n\n'You're a bad boy, aren't you?' Suddenly he understood the game again. Phone sex really was hard. \n\n'I'm sorry, sir. You're too sexy to resist.' \n\nDean sent back the emoji that looked skeptical. 'I should punish you, since you're my bitch.' \n\nHow he was this hard, this excited without even hearing Dean's voice should've scared him, but instead it thrilled him to his core. What was it about Dean that made him like this? He'd never been into submission or anything else more than vanilla sex, but Dean brought out things in him he'd never even considered before. \n\nIt was awesome. \n\n'Yes, sir.' \n\nA few seconds passed by as he watched Dean type and pause, then type and pause. He wanted to call, to hear Dean's voice, but if Dean hadn't called him, he didn't want to talk on the phone. He'd be good and wait for directions. \n\n'Get a towel, drape it on the side of the bed.' \n\n'Yes, sir.' He followed Dean's orders, then texted him a picture of the proof. \n\n'Good. Now, you need to be punished. Get on your hands and knees, then put your nose against the wall. You will stay there until you hear three texts in a row from me. Do you understand?' \n\n'Like timeout?' he asked. \n\n'Yes, like timeout,' Dean clarified. 'Except you're going to do your timeout like the bitch you are.' \n\n'Yes sir. Going now, sir.' \n\nIt was the most shameful thing he'd ever done. He got on his hands and knees, shivering a little now that the warmth of his shower had faded and he was still naked. The only really good place for him to do it was between the bed and the wall, but it was a tight squeeze. His ass pressed against the mattress and his face ended up smooshed against the wall because there wasn't enough room for his whole body. \n\nHe was intensely aware of his cock. It ached and he wanted to touch himself so bad, but he couldn't. He didn't want to ruin his punishment, or earn more punishment. Or did he? The thought of being mischievous ran through his mind, he found he both wanted and dreaded future punishment. \n\nIt was confusing, but he accepted it for what it was. He could worry about it later, right now all he could think about was his discomfort, both from his position and from his cock. He tried to shift his position, but wiggling his hips only caused his ass cheeks to spread apart, making him feel ten times more exposed. He wished he could send a picture to Dean, to prove he was following directions, but he couldn't without leaving his position. \n\nHe'd never felt his precum before, but now that he was nothing but need, now that he was in this embarrassing position with his ass cheeks spread wide, he felt it. A wet spot on the tip of his cock, and then he could feel it slowly dripping, the thick fluid pulling more from his slit as it succumbed to gravity. \n\nHe moaned, but no one was there to hear him. Time passed, it felt like ages. His moans were too loud, he had to stop making noise or he wouldn't hear Dean's texts. \n\nThere was the water droplet sound of a text notification, and his heart hammered in his throat. He listened hard, but there were no further sounds. He groaned, wiggling his ass against the bed. His hole pressed against the fabric, sending a pulse of pure pleasure that filled him with longing. He imagined Dean chiding him for enjoying something touching his straight-boy hole. He pressed back harder, teasing himself with the pressure. \n\nThis time there were two droplets in a row, and he nearly jumped up to get his phone, but the third one never came. He moaned again, pressing himself hard enough against the bed that the mattress shifted and he lost the delicious pressure against his most intimate of places. It did relieve the pressure of his face smashed against the textured wallpaper, though. \n\nHis knees were beginning to ache when he heard three texts in a row, drop, drop, drop, and he was out of his timeout corner in a flash. He grabbed his phone and read the texts from Dean. In order they read, 'You didn't break the rules, did you?', 'Still in timeout?', then three eggplant emojis in a row, then the last text, ''How was timeout?' \n\nHe sent back the embarrassed emoji. \n\n'You didn't break the rules, did you?' \n\n'No, sir,' he replied, his heart beating so hard he could feel it in his ears. His cock was a wet mess, the head covered in precum, so hard it was nearly purple. \n\n'Good job,' Dean replied. After another second a second text came. 'Do you wanna cum?' \n\n'Yes, sir. Please,' he said, wanting to type more. He restrained himself, but only just. \n\nDean sent a devil smiley face emoji. 'Remember the towel?' \n\n'Yes, sir.' \n\n'Lean against it, with your knees on the floor, and your hands over the bed, so that your torso is against the towel.' \n\nHe shivered. He couldn't feel the cold anymore, his body seemed to be on fire as Dean shamed him. He moved into position. The towel was rough against his skin, and even the barest brush of it had another surge of precum leaking out. 'Done, sir.' \n\n'No hands, Ben. If you wanna cum, you hump the towel.' \n\nHe swallowed hard three times as he tried to figure out what to reply with. He went with his standby. 'Yes, sir.' \n\nHe put the phone down next to him, wishing he'd turned the lights out, but the bed and bathroom light were both on, illuminating his shame. He wanted to hear Dean, needed to hear Dean tell him what to do, this wasn't enough. His phone was ringing before he realized what he was doing, and it was too late now. \n\nWould Dean punish him further? He both hoped so and dreaded it. \n\n\"Ben, is everything-\" \n\nDean sounded worried. He hadn't intended for him to sound worried. \"Sir, I need you to tell me what to do,\" he begged, cutting Dean off. He sounded so lavacious, his own words added to his shame. \n\n\"Oh. Are you against the bed? Turn on speaker phone.\" \n\n\"Okay,\" he said, following directions. He pushed his phone a little away from him so he didn't knock it off the bed. \"I'm in position.\" \n\n\"Describe it to me, I can't see it,\" Dean demanded. \n\nBen had to swallow down his shame. \"I put the towel over the end of the bed, like you told me. My knees are on the floor and my hands on the bed.\" \n\n\"Your hands need to stay put. If you take them off the bed before I tell you to, you'll earn more punishment. Do you understand?\" God, the way Dean spoke to him was maddeningly arousing. \n\n\"Yes, sir.\" \n\n\"You need to stay in position, but other than that, you can try to get yourself off however you can.\" \n\n\"Thank you, sir,\" he said, his hips pressing his dick into the mattress. He was glad he'd put the towel at the foot of the bed, this way he wouldn't shift the mattress any further. \n\n\"What are you doing?\" Dean asked, sounding almost bored. \n\n\"Um... mm... Humping...\" he dropped his voice down lower, unable to stay it louder as shame tightened his asshole. \"Humping the bed.\" \n\n\"You're humping the bed, Ben? So naughty.\" \n\nHe moaned, he couldn't help it. \"Humping the bed,\" he whispered. \"Cause I'm your bitch.\" \n\nDean made a pleased sound. \"Yea, you're my bitch, aren'tcha, yea?\" \n\n\"Yes, sir,\" he moaned, speeding up his humping. His legs protested from yet a second odd angle, but it didn't take away from how good it felt. \n\n\"How's the towel feel against your dick, bitch?\" \n\nHe was panting now, getting close. \"Scratchy,\" he whispered. \n\n\"Good. You've been bad, so you need discipline.\" \n\n\"Thank you, sir,\" he moaned. \n\n\"You're getting off humping the bed, Ben,\" Dean said. He sounded breathy and slightly distracted, and Ben wondered if he was jerking off. He hoped so. \n\n\"May I... May I cum, sir?\" he asked, so close that he wasn't sure he could hold it in before he heard Dean's answer. \n\n\"Oh god, Ben, you're coming? God, cum, Ben, cum now, cum all over your towel as you hump the bed mm...\" Dean growled, trailing off at the end in a series of low grunts. \n\nHoly shit, did Dean just cum? His own orgasm ripped itself from his cock like the cork on a champagne bottle. His moans were too loud, but he couldn't stop himself from moaning or from humping the bed. \n\nBen collapsed on the bed, his hands still in place. He realized a second too late that he just smeared his own cum all over his belly. Dean would like that he did, he decided. His spent cock twitched lazily in agreement. He lay there, draped on the side of the bed, waiting for Dean to release him. \n\nHis breath was back to normal and Dean still hadn't spoken. \"Dean?\" he asked, worried they'd disconnected, or worse, that Dean had hung up on him. \n\n\"Ben,\" Dean said, sounding dazed. \"You did a good job.\" \n\n\"Thank you, sir,\" he whispered, his face burning again. \n\n\"Clean yourself up and go to bed. You have a busy day tomorrow,\" Dean said, sounding back to normal. \n\n\"Did you...\" \n\n\"What's that?\" Dean asked, warning in his tone. \"Did I what?\" \n\n\"Nothing, good night, Dean.\" \n\n\"Nite Ben,\" Dean said. There was a brief pause, then his phone disconnected. \n\nHe cleaned himself up, proud of himself at having pleased Dean, nearly sure he'd made him cum. \n\nThe rest of the week was so busy with the conference and after parties disguised as networking events that Ben wasn't able to talk to Dean again. It wasn't that he didn't want to, he passed out each night from exhaustion just to get up early and start the whole thing over again. The conference ended just after lunch on Friday, and he was on the road as soon as possible. \n\nHe wanted to speed, wanted to shave minutes off of his drive to get back to Dean, but he didn't. He hit afternoon traffic, which ended up turning the last hour of his drive into the last two hours. Finally, right around six, he parked his car on the street half a block from Dean's apartment. He sent Dean a text and headed towards his building. A slow saunter turned into an excited jog, and he kinda sorta felt like a dog excited to see his master. \n\nDean met him at the glass security door. \"What would you have done if I wasn't home?\" he asked, lips pursed to the side. \n\n\"I hadn't thought that far ahead,\" Ben admitted. \n\nDean rolled his eyes, then ushered him inside. The first small flakes of snow had begun to fall, the first of the year. \"Can't believe it's snowing,\" Dean complained, hugging his arms around him as they climbed the steps. \n\n\"Seems early,\" Ben agreed. \"Why don't we take the elevator? You always take the steps?\" \n\n\"Yea. Elevator's real old, and it breaks occasionally. Also, kinda sounds like one of the chains might be loose, it scrapes on the roof of the elevator and makes me nervous. I only live on the third floor, it's fine.\" \n\n\"Oh. Okay.\" He followed Dean quietly until they reached his apartment. Dean stepped to the side to let him in, then closed the door behind them both. \n\nWhy was he so nervous? Though nothing changed, the talk about their kinks, the phone sex, it made him feel different. Did Dean feel the same way? \n\nDean kicked off his shoes and headed towards the kitchen. It looked like he was watching anime, a boy with impossible burgundy hair stood akimbo on screen, looking angry. \"You hungry?\" \n\n\"I could eat,\" he agreed. \"Got stuck in traffic, I'm gonna hit the bathroom.\" \n\n\"Do what you want,\" Dean dismissed. \n\nThis wasn't going the way he'd imagined it. His half a hardn agreed. The last hour stuck in traffic was pure torture, both in the stuck in traffic way and in the maybe gonna have some fun sexy-times when I get to Dean's kinda way. It took him a few moments to get soft enough to pee, despite the urgency his bladder was communicating to him. \n\nDean was still in the kitchen when he emerged. \"What's for dinner?\" He leaned over to see what Dean was working on. \n\n\"Nothing special,\" Dean dismissed. Something crackled in the pan. \"Just making chicken burgers.\" \n\n\"Oh, that sounds delicious,\" Ben said. His stomach growled in agreement. \"Can I help with anything?\" \n\nDean gave him kitchen busywork, and the two of them worked in silence. He tried to start a conversation a few times, but they had this weird tension between them. He'd finished his burger before he was able to say anything. \n\n\"You okay?\" \n\n\"Huh?\" Dean asked, putting his half-eaten burger down. \n\n\"You seem... Did I do something wrong? Should I have not come?\" \n\nHe didn't know Dean well enough to know how to read his facial expressions. \"No, it's fine. I figured you would.\" \n\n\"Why are you upset?\" \n\n\"I'm not upset,\" Dean dismissed. \n\n\"Oh. Okay. If I did something-\" \n\n\"You didn't,\" Dean cut him off. \"I'm just...\" He sighed. \"You... I'm sorry, about the other night. I get outta control with you.\" \n\n\"About the other? What are you talking about? The phone sex? Jesus, not this again! I thought we were past this!\" Dean cringed, his cheeks rosy. Ben sighed. \"Dammit, Dean, I really liked it. A lot! Stop worrying about that. We have a safeword, I promise you I'll use it if I don't like what we're doing.\" \n\n\"You're just so submissive,\" Dean complained, picking the sesame seeds from the top of his bun. \"You never balk. I worry that you wouldn't say anything ever, cause you're so submissive.\" \n\nBen sighed, then leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his travel-messy hair. \"Dean, I'm not submissive. Not at all. I've never been like, never felt, I dunno. Like, I don't like pain, but the idea of you punishing me is hot. I don't, I've never done anything more than vanilla before you.\" \n\n\"I'm sorry,\" Dean said, the top of his bun quickly becoming a war-torn battlefield. \n\n\"Stop being sorry for this,\" Ben said. \"I'm trying to tell you, I like it. A lot. You've opened so many doors for me that I didn't even know about, made me feel ways I've never felt before.\" \n\n\"It's bad enough,\" Dean said as if he hadn't heard a word Ben had said, \"that you're flirting with being gay, but to add in the whole BDSM thing? I'm the worst. I can't control myself around you.\" His bun was losing major real estate, a small pile of toasted crust piling up next to it. \n\n\"Then don't!\" Ben insisted. \"I don't care what it's called, what we're doing. We're doing the 'Dean and Ben' thing, it doesn't need to be more than that. You've never forced me to do anything I didn't wanna do, Dean. I promise you.\" \n\nBen got up, then took Dean's hands, sparing the spongy insides of his bun from any more torment. He pulled Dean up, then hugged him hard. Dean resisted the hug, then gave in with a deep sigh. \"You're killing me, DeLuca.\" \n\n\"Love you, too,\" Ben replied. \n\nThey stood there like that, arms wrapped around each other, for almost a minute before Dean broke away. Ben let him go, but reluctantly. \n\nDean stepped back. \"You wanna watch TV or something?\" He studied his feet, wringing his hands nervously. \n\n\"You're done?\" Ben asked, nodding towards the burger Dean had picked into little pieces. \n\n\"Yeah,\" Dean agreed. He took Ben's hand sheepishly, then led them back to the living room. \n\n\"What're you watching?\" \n\n\"One Piece. We don't have to watch that, we can watch Firefly or something,\" Dean said, grabbing the remote and backing out of the show quickly. \n\n\"We could've watched that, I don't mind.\" \n\nDean shook his head. \"No, let's keep watching Firefly, then we can watch the movie, yea?\" \n\n\"Yeah, sure,\" he agreed, disliking the tension between them. He didn't want to watch TV, he wanted to talk things through some more, but he didn't want to push Dean too far. They'd take this in baby steps. At least he felt like he was making some headway. \n\nDean put on Firefly, they were on the episode where Jayne finds out there's a whole town named after him. Halfway through the episode he scooted his way across the couch until their thighs were touching. Dean didn't pull away, and then he couldn't pay attention to anything but Dean's body cues. \n\nSlowly, as if not to startle a feral cat, he lay down, his head on Dean's thigh. Dean tensed, then sighed and relaxed into it. For a split second, though, Ben was worried he was going to bolt. After a tense minute Dean's fingers began moving through his hair, and he knew everything was okay. \n\nStill, though, he couldn't pay attention to the show. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of Dean's fingers through his hair and over his scalp. Ben put one hand on Dean's thigh, testing the waters, and Dean flinched, but quickly resumed his petting. Over the next few minutes he slowly slid his hand up, then slipped it towards Dean's crotch. \n\nAs he slid his hand ever so slowly he noticed Dean's legs parting for him, just as slowly. Encouraged, he slid his hand deeper until his knuckles hit something firm. Dean grunted softly as Ben stroked the solid bar in his pants, his fingers now flexing in pleasure. \n\nBen looked up but Dean was laser focused on the TV. Moving to his elbows for a better angle, he dragged his knuckles up and down Dean's length, tracing it through his track pants. He went too low and pressed down on Dean's testicles and Dean grunted softly. Ben pulled his hand away quickly. \n\nDean caught his hand and brought it back. He pried Ben's fingers open with one hand and then pressed it against his member. How could he ignore such a direct request? He traced Dean's length with his fingers, but he wanted to feel it directly. He shifted to get a better angle, then dipped his hand into Dean's pants. \nDean's shaft was hard and silky, and almost feverishly hot. Ben stroked it with two fingers, then Dean closed his entire hand around Ben's, forcing him to grasp it firmly. He pumped his hand up and down the shaft once and Dean's hips jerked in response. Dean felt good in his hand, and before he could stop himself, he leaned in and slid his lips over the head. \n\nDean's moan set his insides on fire. He moved, wiggling around to find a better angle, stopping when he was ass up and head down. Dean's fingers were still in his hair, and flexed in time to Ben's strokes. Precum filled his mouth with a bitter flavor, driving his lust even higher. \n\nHe paused, looking up to check on Dean, but his eyes were still glued to the TV. His fingers flexed, though, and pushed his head back down onto his shaft. Ben chuckled, then sucked Dean in as deep as he could, which wasn't that deep. He needed to get better at this, he needed more practice. The idea was exciting. \n\nHe barely noticed when Dean's hand left his hair, but his whole body froze up when cold, thin fingers traced the hemline of his khakis. His brain caught up with the activities a second later and he fumbled with his pants, his knowledge of how zippers worked suddenly gone from his brain. \n\nDean snorted and helped him out of his pants. God, Dean's cold fingers felt good around his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last, he'd been fantasizing about Dean too long on his drive back. \n\nHe focused all of his attention on Dean's cock, licking and sucking and biting lightly. It was difficult, Dean was really good at wringing his dick, but he doubled down, sucking harder and moving more quickly. \n\n\"Gonna cum, Ben,\" Dean moaned, his hand slipping from Ben's cock. \n\n\"Mmm,\" Ben moaned, moving faster. Dean's fingers were in his hair again, trying to pull him off, but he let Dean tug without giving ground. A moment later Dean surrendered, then helped Ben get him off faster. \n\nHe thought Dean's cum might have been thicker than last time, but he hadn't done this enough to really know if that was true or not. The taste was thick, too, not that it made any sense to him when he thought it. It instantly filled his whole head, making his head also feel thick. Everything felt thick. He was moaning, and Dean was too, rocking his hips in time with Ben's sucking. Ben swallowed him down, sucking until Dean's dick stopped pulsing in his mouth. \n\nBen sat back on his knees and wiped his face, smiling like an idiot. He really was an idiot, he realized, his cock hanging out of his pants and cum on his breath. Dean watched him for a second, then surged forward and caught his face between his palms and kissed him hard. \n\nDean wasn't squeamish about the cum that still coated Ben's mouth, they kissed feverishly. Ben returned the kiss, then threw one knee over Dean's lap to straddle him. \"Ben,\" Dean moaned, his hand running from his cheek down his chest, then lower. Dean grabbed his cock firmly, then squeezed it to the point just before pain. \n\n\"Dean,\" he moaned. \"Missed you.\" \n\n\"Missed you, too,\" Dean whispered, so softly Ben wondered if he'd heard what he wanted to hear. Dean's hand rode up his shaft and then down it again, so firm it was almost uncomfortable, but it was what he needed. He moaned and Dean chuckled, then sped up. \n\n\"Dean, may I cum?\" \n\n\"You'll be in trouble if you cum on me,\" Dean said, but it was playful, the way he said it. \n\nThe thought of being in trouble, and the thought of coming on Dean pushed him over the edge. His orgasm was slow and gradual, and afterwards he thought maybe it had something to do with how hard Dean was holding his cock. His cum oozed out of his cock, lubing Dean's grip, which just sent another spasm of cum from him. \n\nDean bit Ben's lip, then pulled back to watch Ben come. \"Oh no,\" he said sarcastically. \"You got cum on me. What a bad boy...\" \n\nBen's whole body twitched with his next surge of cum and Dean chuckled, still sliding his firm fist up and down the shaft. He wasn't done coming, he realized as Dean's hand rose again, and more cum rose with it. Another wave of cum oozed from him and then Dean's hand was down his cock again. \n\nIt was too much, too much stimulation, but Dean pulled up his cock again, pulling more cum with it. \"Too much,\" Ben whined, slumping forward. Dean dipped his head down and caught Ben's collarbone, biting the muscle above it as his hand rose again, somehow milking another small glob of cum from him. Dean bit hard, hard enough to leave a bruise, and Ben's hips jumped, sending Dean's hand down the shaft again. \n\nDean groaned. \"You don't seem like you want me to stop,\" he whispered, then bit Ben's earlobe. Hard. \n\n\"Dean,\" he cried out, squirming as that tight fist rode up his shaft. It felt too big, too tight, too stimulated. He felt like he was still coming, though no more cum leaked from his slit. His hips danced when Dean slid down again, biting him hard again on the collarbone. Dean released the skin when his hand came back up, Ben could feel his smile against the raw skin there. \n\n\"Ben,\" Dean asked, sounding breathy. \"You still like this?\" \n\n\"Shut up,\" Ben complained, eyes closed tight. He whined as Dean jerked him again, the sensations both painful and delicious. He hid his face against Dean's neck. \"I love it.\" \n\nDean released his cock and then grabbed his face with both hands, forcing him into another kiss. They kissed hard, frantic and needy until his lips were puffy. Dean pulled away, his pupils blown wide. \"Ben... You have cum on your face.\" \n\nIt took a second for his over-stimulated brain to put the sentence together. The absurdity of it made him laugh, and for a split second Dean looked worried, but then he laughed, too. They laughed, in each other's arms, each of their soft cocks hanging out, until his ribs hurt and Dean pushed him back onto the couch. \n\n\"Go clean up,\" Dean urged. \n\n\"Yeah, probably should,\" he agreed. He jogged the short distance to the bathroom, eager to be back with Dean. He washed up, then Dean washed up, and they rewatched the last episode they'd been too distracted to actually watch. Ben found himself with his head back in Dean's lap, those cold fingers petting him in all the right ways. \n\nFour days of travel and conferencing caught up with him, as well as postrgasmic endorphins, and he dozed off on Dean's lap. He only knew this when Dean shook his shoulder gently, rocking him awake. \n\n\"I gotta pee,\" Dean apologized. \n\nHe nodded, then put his head down in the warm spot Dean left behind. He was dozing off again when the sound of keys in the door jerked him awake, disoriented. The door flung open and he twisted around, falling off the couch in the process. \n\n\"Princess Dean-anna! Come out and play!\" said a falsetto voice, obviously a man. \"We've come to rescue you from your self-inflicted house arrest, darling!\" \n\nAnother voice followed the first, also in a falsetto, but deeper than the first. \"Come out, come out, Princess, come out and play!\" \n\nBen picked himself up off the floor and scooted back onto the couch, trying not to draw the two newcomer's attentions. He turned slowly, as if moving slower would keep them from seeing him. It was a dumb thought. \n\nMen in drag. Two men stood just inside Dean's apartment, the door now shut behind them. The first one was shorter and fair skinned, his platinum blonde wig making his skin seem even paler. \n\nThe pale one wore a shiny red dress that clung to his body, cut low in the chest. Ben didn't know if the breasts were implants or just a padded bra, he didn't let his vision linger long enough to find out. A white boa wrapped around his neck, topping off a white trench coat cut in a feminine style. Fishnet stockings and high-heeled knee boots completed the ensemble. \n\n\"Seriously, Princess, it's been a million years,\" Red Dress complained. \n\nThe second one had dark skin and wore a filmy white coverall over teal hotpants and a banana yellow tube top. Ben didn't know if it was natural or not, but he couldn't get over the huge lemony-yellow afro, or the white, star-shaped sunglasses. Starglasses went to say something, but before he did, their eyes met. \n\nBen blushed, unsure of what to do. \"Um... Hi?\" \n\n\"Oh my gaaaawd,\" Starglasses squealed, making a bee-line to him. \"Who is this scrumptious little piece of straight-bait that Princess is hiding up in his high tower?\" \n\nRed Dress turned, too, and within seconds he was surrounded by men dressed like beautiful butterfly strippers. \"Hello, gorgeous,\" Red Dress cooed. \"And who might you be?\" They smelled like strippers, too. \n\nDean was suddenly there, his hand firm over Ben's forearm. \"No one, he's a coworker. We were working.\" \n\nRed Dress's eyes flicked to the TV screen, then to Dean. \"Umm-humm. Sure you were. I know straight-bait when I see it, darling.\" \n\nHe looked up in confusion as Dean pulled him to his feet. Dean's frown deepened. \"I think it's time you were leaving,\" he said, his voice cold. It hurt his heart. \n\n\"No, he should stay, we're the ones who busted in on you,\" Starglasses said. \"We're just curious, is all. You've been more hermit-y than usual, and he's-\" \n\n\"Shut up, Zion!\" Dean hissed, pushing Ben towards the door from the far side of the couch, avoiding the drag queens. \"He's a coworker.\" The way Dean emphasized coworker was like a shard of glass in his heart, they weren't even work friends, much less real ones, and especially not close. \"That's all. Don't give him the wrong idea.\" \n\n\"Dean?\" He asked, his head spinning. \n\n\"Time to go, you were just saying it was getting late and you should get going,\" Dean said, voice firm. He picked up his shoes and shoved them into his hands, continuing to push him towards the door. \"Right?\" \n\n\"What's the hurry?\" Starglasses asked. \"We're all friends, aren't we?\" \n\n\"Coworker,\" Dean clarified, his tone clearly putting Ben in his place. \n\n\"Oh. Yeah. Coworkers, that's all,\" Ben said, feeling a pain in his chest he hadn't felt since the last night with Laura. \"I should be...\" He couldn't say anything else, his throat was too tight. \n\n\"Bye, thanks for, ah, the help. Tell your wife I said hi,\" Dean said, his eyes narrowed shrewdly as he emphasized the word 'wife'. \n\n\"Oh,\" Ben said, feeling dazed as he slipped on his shoes, back to the door. He could smell Starglasses, roses and cotton candy. \"It's suddenly pretty clear to me how she might feel about me,\" he said, trying to make eye contact with Dean. Dean wasn't looking at him. \"It's probably over.\" \n\n\"Sucks,\" Dean said, turning his back to Ben. \"See you at work.\" His heart stopped beating and the color drained away from the room. \n\n\"Dean!\" Red Dress chided. \n\nDean shrugged. \n\nThe simple dismissal was painful, and he suddenly couldn't breathe, suddenly needed fresh air. He needed to think. What had he done wrong? Hadn't he just had Dean in his mouth an hour ago? What had he done wrong? Maybe he'd been wrong about the whole thing, the whole time. Numbly he made his way to the stairs. He descended slowly, his heavy heart weighing his feet down, too. \n\nHe released the security door when he heard someone from inside yell just before it clicked shut. \"Oi! Straight-bait!\" \n\nStarglasses. He cringed, then pulled his collar up and double-timed it to his car. He heard the door open behind him, he hadn't been fast enough to outrun a man in heels, but in his defense, he hadn't anticipated anyone following him after that. He tried to duck around the corner, but somehow, even in heels, Starglasses was fast enough to catch his arm, though he was slightly winded. \"Oi! Wait up, Straight-bait! You forgot your phone.\" He held Ben's phone out to him. \n\n\"Oh, thanks,\" he said, feeling confused as to why Starglasses cared if he forgot his phone or not. He reached for it, but Starglasses grabbed his wrist with his other hand and held it tightly. \n\nStarglasses's grip was tight and he found he couldn't pull away. \"Listen, bitch,\" the drag queen hissed at him. Zion, he remembered, Dean called him Zion. \"I don't know what you think you're doing with Dean, but he's special. Don't you fuck with him, and don't you pull some lame-ass straight-bait shit on him. If you're not gonna give him a chance, leave him alone!\" \n\n\"Straight bait? I don't know what that means.\" \n\nZion sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand. \"Jesus, Joseph, and Mary. You're not gay. He is. You spending solo time like this, maybe teasing him a little, eh? That's straight-bait. Giving him hope, petting the cow but never drinking the milk, so to speak.\" \n\nBen wanted to point out that the cow-milk analogy was terrible. He also wanted to point out that he'd drank the milk an hour ago, but he didn't say either. He didn't trust himself to say anything at all. \n\nZion deflated, then released his hand. He jerked it back, then wiped the tears he hadn't realized had fallen from his cheeks. \"I know, I know he's special. I don't know what I did wrong...\" He couldn't speak, he didn't want to risk full blown crying in front of a complete stranger, and Dean's friend. He turned, hand on top of his car while he fiddled with the lock. \n\nHe needed a new car, with the little key fab that would unlock his doors from a distance, he decided as Zion invaded his personal space. \n\n\"Don't know what you did wrong?\" Zion repeated, narrowing long, perfect eyelashes at him. \n\n\"Nothing, nothing,\" he dismissed, breathing deliberately to control his emotions. He finally got the door unlocked and pulled it open, then threw himself inside. He tried to close the door, but Zion caught it, holding it open. \n\n\"You're both acting shady,\" Zion announced. \"What'd you do to Dean to make him this upset? He's been really weird lately.\" \n\n\"It's over anyway,\" Ben dismissed. \"It was my fault, and it's over now. Let go of my car, please.\" He barely got the sentence out before his chest tightened and prevented him from saying anything further. \n\nZion eyed him suspiciously, then stepped back, releasing the door. He slammed it shut, then started his car and drove away, barely giving the engine time to catch before throwing it into drive. He saw Zion still standing there, his yellow afro almost glowing under a streetlight, then he turned the corner and left Dean and all the rest behind."
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"value": "### Title: The Buckhides - Farm Life by stinkin_weasel\n\n### Tags: Bovine, Buckhide, Cow, Deer, Horse, M/F, M/F/F, M/M, M/M/F, Mare, Pig, Ram, Scat, Stallion, Vira, manure, roland\n\n### Characters\n\n**Meryl** is a young, attractive doe with a hidden hunger for coprophilia. She is described as having soft violet eyes and smooth dark hair, with a penchant for discretely advertising her services to rough and freakish men in nightclubs. She is employed at the Roland family farm, where she indulges in her unusual desires.\n\n**Roland** is a dominant stallion and Meryl's boss at the farm. He is described as a stud and has a controlling and dominant personality. He engages in various sexual acts with Meryl and other anthro farm workers, often involving coprophilia.\n\n**The Ram** is an anthro who becomes one of Meryl's customers at a nightclub. He is described as strong and rugged, with a dark Mohawk, ripped muscles, and various tattoos. He engages in sexual acts with Meryl involving coprophilia.\n\n**Larry** is an obese pig who works on the farm. He is described as slightly obese and is treated as a lower-status individual by Roland. He engages in sexual acts with Meryl under Roland's orders.\n\n**Martha** is a middle-aged cow who works on the farm. She is described as a proper lady with curled bows of golden blonde hair. She engages in sexual acts involving coprophilia with her friend Wendy and their boss Roland.\n\n**Wendy** is a brown cow who works on the farm. She is described as spending all of her day naked and enjoys baking with donated 'ingredients' from her coworkers. She engages in sexual acts involving coprophilia with her friend Martha and their boss Roland.\n\n### Plot\n\nMeryl, a young doe, writes a letter to her parents, lying about her new job at the Roland family farm. She secretly engages in coprophilia, a fetish she has long harbored. At the farm, she indulges in her desires with her boss, Roland, a dominant stallion. Roland covers Meryl in feces and orders her to stay in the sun until it dries, forbidding her from showering for three days.\n\nDuring this time, Roland engages in sexual acts with a ram, who is bound and forced to consume manure. Meryl later joins them, and the ram is tasked with cleaning the dried feces off Meryl using his tongue. The ram and Roland both have intercourse with Meryl, who is overwhelmed with pleasure despite the pain.\n\nMeanwhile, two middle-aged cows, Martha and Wendy, work on the farm, fertilizing the soil with manure. They engage in sexual acts involving coprophilia with each other and later with Roland. Roland has intercourse with both cows, treating them roughly and leaving them in a state of painful ecstasy. Throughout these events, the characters engage in various acts of coprophilia and rough sexual intercourse, with Roland asserting his dominance over the other anthro farm workers."
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"value": "*'Dear mother and father,'* the letter began, *'I hope all is well on your end. Just writing to tell you I've reached my destination safe and sound, and already love my new job! My new boss is quite the stud, but don't worry, I promise I'll give being a good girl my best effort! I must admit, some of the work here is pretty crappy, but the Buckhides keep us all motivated.*\n\n \n\n*Hope to hear from you both soon, all my love,*\n\n*Meryl*\n\nThe letter's owner was an attractive young doe, just turned twenty as she took on her new job at the Roland family farm. She had soft violet eyes, and smooth dark hair, that often changed styles depending on her mood. She usually didn't bother with too much lipstick, preferring her lips natural color. Today however, they had been styled up nicely into a smooth brown, delivered straight from the backside of her boss.\n\nThe whole front of her mouth was stained with a thick musky spread, chunks of corn and grass tangled in fur of her cheeks as she leaned in to grab more. Her parents had no idea that her new employment was chosen for a completely different reason than she advertized, all along the doe having a long lasting hunger to be a shit slut. For months she had frequented local nightclubs, discretely advertising her services to men who seemed a little more on the rough and freakish side.\n\nHer first customer ever had been a buff and rugged bulldog. She remembered it all in detail, his dark Mohawk, ripped muscles, rough unwashed hands, and various tattoos. She remembered the look of disgust he had given her after her rushed whispers, looking around the room before handing her a twenty. She never charged much, more attracted to the nasty act than the profit she could gain. She had been so excited to try it for the first time, all her previous experience spent alone, dining on her own waste.\n\nShe held onto every loving detail of her memory, the abusive name calling, the smell of every fart he rasped out into her nose, and the bitter drippy slop, that had covered her entire face, the only way to get it out being the water of the toilet in their stall. She never was able to make out her first customer's meal, the waste so undigested and sloppy, it seemed more like inedible slime than anything else. She cherished it though, the rush giving her only more of an addiction to satisfy.\n\nHer second customer had been a freebie, and not even intentional. She was desperate one night, looking through every stall in the men's washroom until she finally stumbled upon one whose previous occupant hadn't flushed. It must have been there for at least an hour, the bowl's water murky as she slipped her paws in to grab the old watered down log. It had a greenish tinge to it and smelled horrible. She almost gagged at first, but with patience, eventually convinced herself to swallow the whole thing down.\n\nThat's when he entered, a strong looking ram whose eyes gleamed at the sight of such a nasty act. He eyed her down carefully, the frightened little doe cowering behind a deep red blush.\n\nHe laughed however, pants hitting the bathroom floor as he merrily said, \"No sense in eating a second rate meal, here's something fresh!\" His fuzzy gray rump leaned down on her without the ram asking, clearly appreciated though as he felt the doe's tongue trail across his pucker, leaving stains from the leftover shit she had been munching on.\n\nMeryl loved the warm manly musk that radiated off the ram's rear, clearly working out that day as it was coated in sweat. She probed away at the rippled hole, waiting anxiously until a rush of air hissed out of the smooth hole. It was a sweeter form of the usual bitter taste of farts and the doe moaned deeply, imagining how delicious the actual scat would taste. As the hole began to stretch out, she lunged her tongue in, rubbing it around the surface of the crisp log inside before letting it naturally fall out into her waiting lips.\n\nThe ram waited until she was finished the first log, spreading his cheeks with his paws so she could clean him off before the next round, \"Got a name beautiful?\" The doe leaned down so she could speak, cleaning the last of the ram's streaks off with her nose so she could keep the scent in her senses, \"My name's Meryl\", she took a whiff of the crap on her nose, \"...and you are?\" The ram stretched a bit in his relaxed state, comfortable despite the odd crouch he was in. He took a moment to reply, and as the doe looked up her face was bombarded with a pile of freshly squeezed soft serve.\n\n\"Very full!\" he finally replied chuckling as he listened to her rub the mess out of her eyes and into her mouth. She shovelled it all down into her muzzle, scarfing it down as if she hadn't eaten in weeks. \"Don't forget to chew beautiful!\" the ram said as he pat her on the head, standing up so he could remove his clothing. He winked at her to do the same and when she was finally bare, the two sat next to each other on the cold concrete. The ram squinted as he pinched out another log, this time gripping it firmly to rub over his hard shaft.\n\nThe doe eyed with hunger, salivating at the chunky layer of shit. \"Go on, give it a suck sweetheart!\" the ram coaxed her forward, leaning back and sighing as she worked her lips over his muddy meat. She rocked her head back and forth as she fit the shaft cleanly down her throat, working her tongue around until she leaned back up, lips now dirty as the shaft was sparkling clean. \"Good girl!\" the ram exhaled, lips lunging for hers as he locked her in a horrible tasting kiss. His fingers probed against her tight pucker as they embraced each other, pushing slowly inside as he rubbed the gunk off them.\n\nAs they slipped in he could feel the edge of something slimy and he broke the kiss to pant out, \"Feels like you're backed up...you should do something about that!\" She looked behind her with a soft smile, body tightening as a sudden rush of waste poured from her pucker. It was brightly colored and soft, quickly covering the ram. She watched on in wide eyed fancy as he stroked the runny soft serve against his chest and cock, firmly pumping chunks of it over his shaft. It was the first and favourite time she ever had someone worship her own shit.\n\nThe deer's thoughts suddenly snapped back to reality as her breasts were firmly pinched, her boss still clutching her body tightly. She sighed deeply as she leaned back, feeling the stallion's smooth hands lather in the sticky muck. He caressed her entire body, fancying her figure as his finished up the first priming of a lovely new coat of shit. She gently cooed as he touched her, occasionally nipping her ear until quite suddenly the two were interrupted by another visitor.\n\n\"Heya boss, nice pair of tits you got there!\" the voice belonged to a slightly obese pig, speaking like the doe was just a toy Roland had acquired. The stallion looked at her fine pair thoughtfully before smearing the pile of shit in his hand over them, \"Yeah, I like 'em, good and firm!\" The pig smiled still, but sweat now glistened on his forehead, clearly overwhelmed by the sight and smell of the two. \"This is Larry, slut\" Roland spoke in a humorously polite tone to the doe, hand suddenly unzipping the front of the pig's jeans, \"Give Larry a warm welcome for me!\"\n\nThe doe smiled up at the fat pig, clearly turned on by the unappealing way both men were treating her. She loved being Roland's slave, even when he made her service unattractive men. His cock was a long limp coil, feeling strange in her hands as she pulled it into her mouth. The taste was noticeable before her tongue even touched it, salty, sweaty and clearly unwashed. It was downright nasty, but she obediently gulped it down, bobbing her head as it grew harder and harder.\n\n\"Oh god, this is a good one Roland!\" the pig moaned, starting to ride the mouth of the shit stained doe. He began to sweat more as he thrust into her, the smacking of his body causing him to let out an accidental fart. Roland pulled the doe away from him, the pig looking disappointed as his cock now hung out by its lonesome, dripping with the doe's saliva. \"Don't you dare waste another one of those?!\" Roland commanded the pig, twirling his finger until the pig turned around.\n\nThe doe could smell it from where she was, unwashed, stained, and now laced with fart. She felt sick as she looked at the putrid hole, nestled between the two flabby cheeks of the greasy slob, but the moment Roland pushed her in, she obediently probed her tongue around to clean up all the messy leftovers for the pig. She found little chunks of shit still caked to his backside as she was in there, some hard enough that she was actually forced to chew them down.\n\nShe fought every urge to spit the crud out of her mouth, her tongue stopping as the pig arched up, Roland pulling the doe's nose down over the hole. Another rasp came out, heavy and warm as it hit both her nostrils and eyes. It had been much stronger than the stallion's, causing her eyes to tear up from the stench. \"Good huh?\" the pig said cheerfully, clearly unaware of how unappealing it was to the doe. Roland pat the doe on the shoulders, looking sternly to the pig as he spoke, \"Enough games, give me some brown!\"\n\nHis grip tightened on Meryl's shoulders, the stallion pushing her down onto her back, so her stomach was facing up. The pig knelled down in response to Roland's orders, squinting and clenching as a big dark pile of scat began to drop out over the stallion's pet. She felt the thick muck pile over her, still finding the smell intense, but at least relieved she didn't have to swallow it whole. Her master reached his hand down, scooping up one of his earlier made piles from her body.\n\nHe stepped around to the front of the pig, looking down at him in a dominating stance before rubbing the pile against his lips. The pig hungrily licked Roland's fingers, moaning as they were suddenly shoved into his mouth, scraping their contents against his teeth. \"Eat it pig!\" Roland barked, horking a thick glob of spit into the pig's eyes. The thick corkscrew between his legs grew thicker as he was mistreated, swallowing down his gift as the last clump of shit fell from his ass. \"Now get out of my sight!\" the stallion's tone was laced with disgust, the pig saying no other words as he trotted his horny fat ass away from the pair.\n\nRoland looked over to the doe, eyes still wild before calming, smiling at his little pet, \"Now...where were we?\" She got up to her knees, kneeling on the grass as he slithered up behind her. His hands gripped at the piles of horse and pig manure, massaging them over the doe's soft fur. \"I think we need a little bit more darling\" he whispered into her ear. She jumped a little as she felt his fingers slide against her pucker, now aware of exactly what he meant. \"Sure thing boss!\" she chimed out, hoping she actually had to go as she concentrated.\n\nIt took a few moments, but finally, a long thick turd dropped out into the stallion's hands, it was all she had, but after all that pig unloaded on her, she was sure it would be enough. Seconds after it had left her body, she felt Roland slap it against her, continuing his handy work on her new coat. When he finally stopped she opened eyes, now gazing down to see her body a messy brown, neck to feet covered in three different coats. She focused on her breasts first, making out a piece of corn right on her nipple that previously belonged to Roland. She could tell the rest was hers though, little pepper chunks littering her fur.\n\nHer gaze moved lower, her chest an equal mix of Roland's waste and the pig's nasty droppings. She felt beautiful, honoured to be made so perfect in the stallion's image. He looked her over, the softest smile on his face, the one he only gave to those he truly cared for. She wasn't sure what in her short time on the farm had given him such admiration towards her, but she felt privileged beyond belief. He leaned in to her breast, licking off the piece of corn and chewing it down before giving his one last command, \"Stay here in the sun until it's dry...no showers for three days!\"\n\nHer eyes widened, heart raced and pussy salivated all at once. 'Three days?!' she thought to herself, overwhelmed at how cruel and wonderful her task was at the same time. She gazed into her master's eyes, so thankful she could kiss him, but instead bowed her head low and mumbled out \"Th-thank you sir!\" The stallion laughed as he firmly smacked her behind, getting to his feet to leave as he called out, \"Don't worry gal, you 'will' be thanking me later!\"\n\n...\n\nBy her third day, her fur was crusty, hard, and smelled worse than anything her nose had encountered before. A few of the farm workers even avoided her from time to time, only the nastiest of her friends able to enjoy the stench. Everyone admired her though, the smell of old feces a mark of status among them as she walked the grounds, every other shitslut jealous of Roland's new toilet paper. By the time it had reached midnight, her duties had been complete, one last task now standing between her and a nice hot shower. Her scat coating was indeed wonderful, but was starting to get unsanitary, even for her.\n\nElsewhere on the farm, Roland was out in one of the harsh scented barns. He leaned back comfortably, thrusting his impressive shaft back into his current victim, causing more gurgling to sound out beneath him. A well built, but currently bound ram was locked into place on the barn floor, spread out on all floors like a dog as the stallion forced his ass to swallow his cock whole.\n\nThe ram's muzzle was locked into a mask that attached to a long tube, the other end of which was gradually emptying the contents of a large tub of manure. \"Just a little more,\" Roland smiled darkly as he listened to the painful swallows of the ram, \"I thought you loved cleaning up after newbies!\" The ram nodded as best he could in agreement, letting out a long needed breath when Roland finally disconnected the tube. A splash of manure fell across his chest and smiled weakly to the stallion. \"I've got a present for you!\" Roland said cheerfully, looking to the door as it suddenly creaked open.\n\nThe ram's eyes widened to two large spheres as the doe walked in, blushing as the two admired her, although it was impossible to tell. She was a rich dark brown, head to doe, the stench lingering throughout the room as she showed off her beautiful coat of dried old scat. \"You look beautiful Meryl!\" the ram spoke with lust, lips the color of manure as he leaned in to kiss the girl's feet. \"Doesn't she though?\" the stallion chimed in, staring down at the ram as his tone filled with delight. \"I'm sure she's itching to take a bath though, would you do the honours?\"\n\nThe ram gained a sudden look of intensity, both shocked for the reward and regaining his erection with excitement. \"I-I'd be honoured sir!\" Moments later the doe lay against her stomach, the ram nestled between her and a stack of hay as he dragged his tongue across her chest. Roland was knelled behind the two in a rarely seen position. He gently held the doe's cheeks spread apart as his tongue hungrily probed as deep as it could into her tight pucker. At the same time the ram's tongue took a rough glide over her right breast, cleaning a scoop of shit off.\n\nHer pussy lips ached from the tickling of both tongues, soaking wet as it so desperately wanted the same attention. Noticing this, Roland rubbed his fingers against the horny folds, soaking his fingers in their juices before rubbing it over the girl's asshole. \"Looks like someone's getting excited\" he chuckled, getting up to line his cock up with her backside, \"You're allowed to fuck her too Meryl, as long as you keep cleaning her!\"\n\nHis face lit up as permission was given, the ram leaning down for a better position, making sure to keep working away at the girl's clumpy fur, \"Yes sir! Thank you sir!\"\n\nMeryl whimpered in ecstasy as she felt the men rubbing their pricks against either side of her, taking a deep breath as they both sank in with a heavy smack. Roland's shaft was so immense it gave the doe throbbing pain as it filled her ass. The stallion kept thrashing it into her though, only pushing harder every time she whimpered out. Thankfully she could handle it with the added pleasure the ram was giving, his cock rather impressive as well as it slid in and out of her soaking cunt lips. His tongue made long laps across her breasts, choosing to clean them first, his forehead rubbing against her chest gently until it was stained too.\n\nIt took effort to clean the doe off, the scat so dry and stuck that the ram had to be careful and lather it with salvia before sucking it off. He spent a good time untangling long strands that twined between her chestfur, so noticeably foul that it was obviously the pigs'. His stomach churned as he dealt with the sudden rush of rancid pig waste and just as his face coiled, Roland softly whispered, \"I know boy, wretch if you need to!\" The ram was thankful for the permission unable to hold back the disgust. Even with his iron will and stomach, the dry pig shit was enough to make him cough out a splash of scat laced vomit.\n\nMeryl shivered as she felt the warm splash of half-digested fluid. She ran her fingers through the chunks on her body, waiting for the ram to regain his composure. His cock was still hard, thrusting in and out of her aching pussy lips, still soaked with excitement as the stallion behind her casually treated her ass like a piece of meat. It had stopped hurting by now, but with all those muscles relaxed she foresaw a soon outcome. While she continued to play with the puke on her chest, Roland grunted out, happily surprised as a runny coat of shit poured out over his shaft.\n\n\"Absolutely lovely\" he whispered out, still thrusting into her as he leaned back for a better view, \"The only thing better than a tight pucker forced open by a stud's cock, is seeing its soft pink color spoiled by a trail of muck!\" The stallion smacked himself in and out of her until the waste splashed over his waist, \"Mmm so warm!\" While the stallion was busy admiring the doe's messy rear, the ram looked up with glowing eyes, patting the girl on the cheek with his shitty paw as he whispered out, \"Look how far you've gotten Meryl.\"\n\nShe leaned in to give him a kiss on the nose, hugging him gently as she felt him buck up, his shaft throbbing as his seed shot into her. She lay on him contently, enjoying a short lived afterglow before Roland got to his feet, pulling her up by her hair to shove his prick into her mouth. She swallowed down the runny waste she had left on it, sighing as she suckled away. Roland grinned as he thrust into her throat, grunting as he barked out, \"Drink it down bitch!\"\n\nThe ram looked up with a hint of jealousy, sighing to himself as he watched the beautiful doe close her eyes and gulp down, odd splashes of thick horse cum dripping down her muzzle. As the long thick horse cock dropped out of her mouth, it left a long white strand connecting her lips and its head. She reached out, pulling it towards her to slurp up as her master left. He let out one last stench filled fart, just inches from the doe's face, as he turned for the door, waving his hand in a bored fashion, \"Feel free to shower Meryl, but you-\" he pointed at the ram, \"Two days to bask in that filth!\"\n\n...\n\nIt was midday when finally it came time to distribute the fertilizer, a task given to specific hired workers, who both tended the farm as well as joined in on the group's activities. To them this job was both work and play in the same breath; every inch of soil fertilized another step towards orgasm. Two of the workers on that day's shift were very beautiful middle aged cows. Martha was a proper lady, well dressed outside of work and with curled bows of golden blonde hair. Wendy was a brown cow and spent all of her day naked, her favorite pastime baking, with donated 'ingredients' her coworkers would slip her.\n\nToday they both were naked as ordered, knelled down on the soft earth as they piled and placed piles of warm manure with their bare hands. They grabbed it from a large container they dragged along with them, its contents a mix of both feral manure and the leftover shit from the outhouses. By the time they midway through their shift, both women were rather dirty, and horny as all hell.\n\n\"You always get wet when we do this don't you?\" Martha chuckled as she slipped her fingers into Wendy's damp folds. The brown cow giggled as she curled up in defence, a blush covering her face as she sighed deeply, \"C-careful Martha, I'm s-sooo full!\" The white cow smiled, with a longing lust in her eyes. She leaned down behind Wendy slowly and wiggled her damp nose against her folds until the tickle caused her to tense up. \"Ohh god Mar-ugh!\" the brown cow whimpered, and Martha held her hands up just in time to catch a raining plop of thick manure.\n\n\"Mmm, you are full dear\" Martha mumbled out, dragging her nose against the warm dung pile so it could stick to her nostrils. With the helpful reinforcement of that delicious scent, she knelt down into the dirt, stroking the pile in her hands lovingly into the dirt, where Roland's crops were growing. \"Your turn dear!\" the white cow called brightly, lifting her rear in the air, so Wendy could kneel down behind it. Her palms stretched out for Martha, the brown cow whistling away until the bright pink pucker stretched wide open, a thick pile of cowpie covering her cupped hands. \"That's lovely Martha!\" Wendy chirped out, sneaking a small bit into her mouth before getting to work as well.\n\nAfter a solid hour of work had gone by, their ears perked up at the sound of footsteps, and they turned to greet their boss with a longing desperate smile. \"Oh Roland, is it lunch time?\" Martha rang out, her pussy lips already wet at the very presence of the naked stallion. \"We've worked up quite and appetite!\" Wendy chimed in, leaning against her friend as they both knelled under their master.\n\nRoland seemed quite bored at their display as he stretched his arms, still tired from using the ram all night. \"Yeah I reckon you deserve a hearty meal\" he surrendered to the two, turning around to lift his tail up. The two ladies instantly leaned in together, cheeks pushing together anxiously as they waited. At first all Roland had for them was a big wet fart, the stench coming from it his usual brand of bitter. \"Oh, heavenly!\" Martha moaned out, as the two of them sucked it in until they were out of breath, both playing with themselves as they dampened at the scent. \"C'mon daddy, give us some food!\" Wendy giggled, flirting with the stallion like always.\n\nTheir master turned to give them a little grin, their amusing displays of affection striking his mood, \"Maybe if you girls are good and finish ALL of your dinner I'll abuse those cunts for a while!\" he admired their rumps as they hung out, their bigger shape always feeling good when they were smacking against him. The two ladies gave him a look of absolute high, literally worshiping the ground he stood on. \"You'd do that, for us?\" Martha asked like she was a lowly peasant, grabbing Wendy's ass to calm her own excitement. The stallion nodded, his face squinting a bit as a large dark mound of shit began to drop out of his ass.\n\nThe two ladies pushed against each other aggressively now, fighting for their meal like that hadn't eaten in weeks. When the first mound had finally dropped, it hit the entirety of both pretty faces, the two nuzzling each other until it got everywhere. They munched down on the sloppy bitter muck, occasionally making it out with it so they could share particular pieces they found rather flavourful. \"Good girls!\" Roland smiled as he let another one go, this time heavier and more solid as it snaked its way into their open mouths.\n\nThey sucked and slurped on this one together, savouring it as long as they could before it inevitably broke apart midkiss. The stallion let them revel in his filth for a little bit longer, eventually loosing his battle at resistance. \"Ok Martha get your smelly rump up here, Wendy, you can eat for a little longer!\" \"Thank you sir!\" he heard them cry in unison, clearly both in orgasmic states from their filthy acts. Martha crawled over to Roland's front as ordered, facing the other way as she held her big rump up to him. He took one look at her manure stained, damp pussy and smiled, pulling her back with his hands as he thrust his thick shaft up into her.\n\nHe didn't start slow or use much technique, after all she was just warm meat. The white cow screamed in pleasure as she squirted several times, biting the grass she lay in as her friend still sat behind Roland. Wendy was contently licking at her master's warm pucker, coaxing out the odd remaining piece of dung to enjoy. Her face was stinking with shit, chunks literally caked on as she kept herself firmly planted to the stallion's backside. The thick cock that rammed into Martha was quickly starting to hurt, and she made every effort to keep quiet, knowing her place.\n\nThe brown cow got a few more quick licks in before she heard, \"Wendy, up here now!\" She crawled up to his front, the same way Martha had as her friend now lay elsewhere on the grass, panting in a daze.\n\nWendy had just gotten settled when she felt the same strong plunge into her pussy. \"Oh g-god!\" she yelped, gripping the ground as she was ravaged by the stallion's thick pole. She had always been tighter than Martha so Roland's length barely fit. In seconds she was in the same agony her friend had been, keeping her painful moans muffled as she let her master have his way with her.\n\nThe brown car, kept her rump up in the air as the stallion made his final slams into her. Her flesh almost tearing from his thrusts before finally a long shot of seed filled her insides. \"Th-thank you sir\" she mumbled as he pulled out of her, her hands reaching back to catch the string of cum as it poured from her abused hole. As she crawled over to Martha, holding out her cupped hands, Roland barely gave them a second glance leaving as he said off-handily, \"Get back to work you lazy cows!\" The two girls looked in each other's eyes, both climaxed and aching as they leaned down into Wendy's hands, slurping up the sticky horse seed."
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"value": "### Title: Don't Give Up - It's Never Too Late\n\n### Tags: \n\n### Characters\n\n**Tina**: The protagonist of the story, Tina is a 46-year-old woman who has been divorced for about a year. She is described as slim, almost skinny, and stands at 5ft 2 inches tall. Tina is not particularly demonstrative or overtly sexual, which contributed to the tension in her marriage with Paul. She has a 12-year-old daughter named Zoe. Tina has been struggling with loneliness and the challenges of a broken family.\n\n**Paul**: Tina's ex-husband who left her for another woman. He is described as having been fairly good throughout the divorce, but his departure left Tina in a difficult situation.\n\n**Zoe**: Tina's 12-year-old daughter who is doing well in her new school despite the challenges of her parents' divorce. She is close to her mother and has been affected by the divorce.\n\n**Jack**: Tina's brother-in-law, nearing his 60th birthday, Jack is almost 6ft tall and somewhat overweight. He is married to Sarah, Tina's sister-in-law, and they have been together for over 30 years. Jack is known for being helpful and knowledgeable, and he has a good relationship with Tina's daughter Zoe. He is not particularly sexually active with his wife, which is hinted to be mostly his fault.\n\n**Sarah**: Jack's wife and Tina's sister-in-law. She is mentioned briefly as being married to Jack for over 30 years, but their sexual relationship is described as not very active.\n\n### Plot\nTina, a 46-year-old woman recently divorced from her husband Paul and has been struggling with loneliness and the challenges of raising her 12-year-old daughter Zoe alone. One morning, Jack, her brother-in-law, calls to check on her and offers to come over for a chat. Tina, surprised but appreciative, agrees. During the visit, Jack notices Tina's stressed demeanor and offers to give her a neck and shoulder massage to help her relax. As the massage progresses, Jack suggests a full body massage, which Tina initially hesitates but eventually agrees to. The massage leads to an intimate encounter where Jack helps Tina experience multiple orgasms, something she has never felt before. Tina, grateful and overwhelmed, decides to reciprocate, offering to help Jack with his erectile dysfunction using Viagra. The encounter leaves both of them satisfied and closer, with a promise to continue their newfound intimacy."
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"value": "Tina had been married for over 15 years when things started to go wrong. She got to the stage when she just stopped having sex with her husband Paul and eventually, just over a year ago, he left her for another woman. \n\nAlthough he's been fairly good throughout the divorce, she's been left high and dry with her young, 12 year old daughter Zoe and the future looked hopeless until just a couple of months ago, straight after the New Year. \n\nTina is just 5ft 2 inches tall, 46 years old with a slim, almost skinny, figure and she's never really been a demonstrative or overtly sexual person; which is probably what caused the tension with Paul. \n\nShe was in her early 30s when she married and she'd been quite suppressed sexually prior to that, only having lost her virginity when she was 23 on a one-night-stand with a neighbour and had not had sex much prior to meeting Paul. \n\nSince the divorce and especially over Xmas, things had been tough for her as she had to get used to the split family with all that this entailed, but most of them rallied round her which made her feel a little better about herself. \n\nZoe is in her first year at her new school and is doing quite well but Tina noticed the subtle changes in her as the divorce went through. It's hard on the kids but in Tina's case it was hard on her as she did not have a large circle of friends outside the family. They were good friends but this was not enough for her. \n\nThe fact is - she was lonely. \n\nHer brother-in-law Jack had always been a bit of an enigma to her with them never really having much to do with each other, but he'd bent over backwards to take her side during the split and divorce as he had little time for Paul, even if he was his brother-in-law. \n\nPreviously Tina had only really had any contact with Jack for the Mr. fix-it things which he was quite good at, but that was all it was until recently. \n\nJack was nearing his 60th birthday, nearly 6ft tall and he was somewhat overweight. He was hardly the role model for a stud which suited him fine. He'd been married to Tina's sister-in-law Sarah for over 30 years and Tina had heard that they weren't very sexually active; mostly his fault according to the family grapevine. \n\nSo it was quite a surprise for her one morning as she was still in bed having a bit of a lie-in, when Jack phoned up just to see if she was in and he wondered if he could come round for a chat. Sarah was at work and Zoe was at school so Tina was more than a little surprised as he'd never done this before but she agreed and quickly went to have a shower before he arrived just about an hour later. \n\nHe was always a nice chap and very knowledgeable about so much that he got on well with her daughter, helping her with school work and Tina always found some of his little sayings amusing. \n\nTina had the kettle on and had dressed but she still had a towel around her longish brown hair. Tina made a coffee and brought it through to the living room. \n\nThe room was spotlessly clean and tidy and Tina had redecorated after the split with her husband. It was one of her ways of taking her mind off her life and the shitty way it had turned out. \n\nShe sat on the settee and Jack in one of the armchairs. He immediately asked how Tina was really coping as he's noticed she was looking a bit low when they met up on Boxing Day for a family dinner at her house. \n\n\"I thought you looked rather tense when I last saw you and wondered if you wanted a heart-to-heart with someone who's on your side? I never got the chance to speak on Boxing Day as there was always someone around\" he explained. Tina nodded, a little lost in her thoughts, as she wasn't quite sure whether she could open up to her brother-in-law. \n\nThey chatted away with Jack asking mostly about Tina's well-being and assuring her that he, for one, wouldn't see her abandoned just because Paul had a new family. \n\nJack noticed that Tina was a bit weepy but she kept herself in check not trying to demean herself. He also noticed she was holding her head and stretching her neck rather a lot. Tina said she'd nodded off in the chair the previous night and woke up with this stiff neck which wouldn't go away. Jack asked \"Do you want me to massage your neck and shoulders for you? \n\nTina pondered for a second but a massage sounded good and Sarah had mentioned that Jack had good hands. \n\n\"Yes OK then\" she agreed. \n\nTina came over and sat on the floor in between Jack's knees. Jack took off her head towel and he started kneading and massaging her shoulders with his strong hands as she relaxed at his exquisite touch. He moved onto to her neck for a while before moving down between her shoulder blades. Her bra strap was in the way so she reached up behind her an unhooked it. Jack got a quick view of her back as she pulled up her tea-shirt. \n\n\"I'm not trying to pry or be underhand or anything Tina, but when did you last let anyone touch you?\" as Tina tensed up a little bit. \n\n\"If I'm brutally honest I've not been with anyone since he walked out, and I'm not that bothered either,\" she said quietly almost regretting saying anything at all. \n\nThere was quite a long pause as Jack carried on massaging her spine and up to her shoulders and around her neck. Tina was starting to relax as he started massaging her scalp and forehead before returning to her neck and shoulders again. \n\nThere was no doubt that Jack was good at this and Tina was almost nodding off as she lay back into his lap whilst he massaged away her stresses. \n\n\"Tina: Can I be really bold and suggest a full body massage?\" he asked rather guardedly. \n\nTina didn't quite understand until he explained that a full body massage is performed on a naked body and that no part of the body is left out. \n\n\"Are you suggesting I strip naked in front of you?\" she asked quite disturbed. \n\n\"Well yes,\" he said quite openly, \"In fact the usual outcome for the receiver of such a massage is orgasms\" he looked her straight in the face. \n\n\"Don't worry Tina, I'm not asking to have sex with you, but I can give you a massage to relax and satisfy you at the same time\". \n\nTina was stunned but something clicked inside her as her imagination was working overtime thinking about what he'd suggested. \n\n\"What do I have to do?\" she asked and Jack smiled as he knew she was going to agree. \n\n\"Leave it all to me\" he said \"Where do you want to go? Here on the floor or on your bed?\" \n\n\"I think I would prefer the bed\" she replied and Jack noticed that she was shaking. \n\n\"Come on then,\" as he took her hand and they went upstairs after first checking that all the doors were locked. \n\nThe heating was still on as they went into the spare room where there was a single bed and Jack took off his shoes, leaned over the bed and laid the pillows down the centre of the bed. \n\nTina just stood at the side of he bed shaking slightly as Jack came over to her. \n\nHe lifted her thin tea-shirt up over her head exposing her white bra which was still unhooked and he slid it off her shoulders exposing her small firm pointed breasts with large nipples. \n\n\"You've lovely breasts Tina\" he said as he reached down and unzipped the side of her skirt which dropped to the floor. Tina had no tights on and she was just standing in her pants in front of her brother-in-law. \n\nHis fingers quickly hooked his fingers inside her panties and down they came as she stepped out of them, leaving her standing naked. She kept her legs slightly crossed but Jack could still admire her nakedness as she stood there quite embarrassed but getting very excited and shaking. \n\nTina always kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed keeping a bikini line; which was ironic as she never really had many chances for a holiday where she could wear a bikini. She was almost too thin with very little spare flesh and her ribs showed, but she was a good healthy colour and Jack was ready to get started on his sister-in-law. \n\nJack asked her to climb onto the bed and lie on her tummy on top of the pillows. She dutifully climbed on trying to keep her legs closed coyly as Jack was standing behind her at the foot of the bed. \n\nShe settled down onto the soft material as Jack came up alongside the bed and leaned over her naked back taking hold of her arms and laying them at her side as he started to massage down her spine then up and around her shoulders. He slowly massaged as Tina tried to relax but she knew it would not be long before he touched her private areas. \n\nJack's hands were all over Tina's naked back as he slowly worked his way down to her bottom and he felt Tina tense slightly. Tina had quite a small bottom and thin legs which left that beautiful triangle between he thighs and pussy and Jack was now starting to work his magic across her buttocks with his fingers getting closer to the inside of her thighs. \n\nJust for a split second he allowed his hands down in between the triangle as she tensed and shook slightly. He then started down to her feet where he concentrated his efforts. Foot massage is particularly pleasurable but Tina was now slightly let down that he'd not gone between her legs as she could feel how wet she was getting. \n\nTina had not had these feelings for so long and now she could feel Jack moving slowly back up her legs again. He then moved back to the bottom of the bed, took hold of each of her ankles and pushed them wide apart as he climbed onto the bed between her knees. She could feel his legs keeping hers apart as his hands started caressing the inside of each thigh moving inexorably towards her, now exposed, pussy. \n\nShe was making little moaning noises as her breath shortened. Jack's hands were now back on her bottom and his thumbs suddenly stroked across her exposed pussy. Tina jerked sharply as the moment he had been building her up for arrived. \n\nAs he slowly took hold of her pussy lips and eased them apart, Tina let out a little squeal as the sensations gripped her. \n\nTina's pussy was dripping with her arousal and Jack knew the rest was going to be easy. This woman was ready for coming and he was going to bring her off: But not quite yet. \n\n\"Come on Tina, let's have you on your back\", he said as he stood back. \n\nTina was moaning slightly as she dutifully rolled over. Jack took her shoulders and manoeuvred her across the bed with her head over the side and tucked two pillows under her back leaving her arched across the bed. \n\nHe then went around to the other side and knelt at the side with his head between Tina's legs. She didn't need any persuading this time as she opened them for him. \n\nJack now started massaging her again starting at her shoulders and working his way down her sides before moving back over her breasts. He gently caressed each small breast as he leaned across her naked tummy from between her legs. He gently teased both nipples until they stood up even more than usual which was obviously giving Tina real pleasure as he eyes were tight shut and she was squirming under his expert touch. \n\nTina was moaning and shaking as Jack left the breast and worked his way across her tummy and hips before he pushed her legs even wider apart. He just looked at her open vagina with the well groomed hair surrounding it, before holding her pussy lips apart again. This time she was going to get it. \n\nThe sensation of Jack's tongue on Tina's exposed clitoris as she received oral sex properly for the first time in her life was like a bolt of lightning to the prone naked form as something amazing happened to her. \n\nTina came immediately as his tongue flicked across her swollen sex and the electric shocks of pure pleasure were followed by an ear-piercing scream as Tina had the first real gut wrenching orgasm and certainly the best of her 46 years. She was bucking and screaming as Jack lapped at her pussy and a fine squirt of cum shot over his face as he buried himself deeper inside her open vagina. \n\nTina's whole body was jerking as she screamed in the exquisite sensations which were ripping through her slight form. Jack took full advantage and pushed two long fingers, palm up, deep inside her sopping wet vagina and started caressing her G spot with slightly hooked fingers as he caressed her clitoris with his other thumb. \n\nWithout any shadow of doubt, Tina came again less than a minute after the first and, if anything, this was even stronger than before. Even though her tummy was already arched up due to the pillows, her orgasm caused her to rise up off the pillows \n\nJack fingers worked in and out of her pussy so fast Tina was never going to calm down. Faster and faster he went until he was gasping for breath, but the result was brilliant as orgasm no: 3 was preceded by a fine squirt of spray as the orgasm of all orgasms ripped through the lucky Tina like a giant tidal wave as her body went into an orgasmic spasm. \n\nTina's head was nearly on the floor as her hands were white gripping the bedclothes and her body just shook like she was having a fit. She was; it was an orgasmic fit. \n\nJack knew he could do no more as Tina was still twitching in her ecstasy as he pulled his fingers out and stood up to admire his handiwork. \n\nHe'd only come round on the vague hope of getting to know Tina a bit better and to help her as best he could but he hadn't visualised this even in his wildest dreams. \n\nHe looked down at the beautiful naked form still gasping in great gulps of air with her legs still wide open and he could not believe how much she had cum. The bed was wet through between her legs and his shirt was wet, his hands were wet and her fluids were still on his face from the first orgasm. \n\nHe reached over and took Tina waist and pulled her back fully onto the bed as her head was nearly on the floor. She looked up at him with a look which turned him to jelly. Her eyes were bloodshot from her exertions as though she had been crying as she lifted herself unsteadily to a sitting position. \n\n\"Oh my god, Jack, what have you done?\" she was still shaking, \"I've never felt anything like that before in my life. Where the hell did that come from? I had no idea that I could cum like that.\" \n\nShe reached out and pulled him to her and kissed him full on the mouth whispering \"thank you, thank you\" over and over again. She gave a little laugh as she removed a little collection of her pubic hair from Jack's face. \n\n\"Where on earth did you learn how to do that?\" she asked him as he stood up again. \n\nJack shrugged his shoulders and said quite openly \"I've spent quite a bit of time looking at porn over the years and I've always wanted to experiment but Sarah's always found some reason or other not to even try.\" \n\nTina looked up at him and asked \"Am I your experiment then?\" \n\n\"No, No, Sorry but I --,\" he stammered as Tina interrupted. \n\n\"Don't worry Jack, I'm not offended; especially if that's how your experiments turn out,\" she was almost purring as the after effects of her exertions were still affecting her. She touched her wet pussy which Jack noticed. \n\n\"I suspect there's still more to cum yet, do you want to experiment some more?\" as Tina squirmed on the bed. \n\nHe pulled her up off the bed and pulled the wet bedclothes back and lay on the bed himself, still fully clothed. \n\n\"Come on Tina climb on and sit on my face so your pussy is on my mouth,\" he encouraged her as she finally knelt on top of him with her open pussy right in his face. \n\nJack opened her right up again with his fingers and he started licking her prominent clitoris and all around her vagina again, before moving his hands all over her breasts and as much of her naked body he could reach. \n\nTina gasped again as those familiar feeling started to return as he caressed her breasts. \n\n\"Move your hips Tina, masturbate yourself on my tongue,\" as she slowly ground her pussy onto his mouth. \n\nShe was in ecstasy again as her orgasm was building and building until it exploded for a fourth time in less than 20 minutes. \n\nJack was nearly choking as she came all over him but he kept licking. She was crying out \"Oh god yes, yes oh my God yes!\" before she slowly started to calm down again and the pent up feelings were ebbing away. \n\nShe climbed off Jack and fell back on the bed. This was one very satisfied and spent woman and Jack was quite rightly proud of himself. Jack leaned over to kiss her and she could taste her own cum all over Jack's mouth and he had even more pubic hair on his face. His hand was slowly caressing her pussy but there was no response and he knew he'd done his bit. \n\nJack got up and looked back at the prone naked figure of his sister-in-law still breathing hard after her latest exertion and he looked the wet patches on his shirt. \n\n\"The next time you'd like a chat about anything or need a massage, just let me know darling,\" as she smiled up at him nodding. He started unbuttoning his shirt. \"I think I'll pop this under the tap for a second so it doesn't dry on. It might take a little explaining to Sarah why I've got your cum on my shirt!\" \n\nJack reached the bathroom and was sponging off the worst of the wet patches when he felt a presence behind him as Tina joined him. She was still naked and opened the shower and stepped in. \"Why don't you join me? I'd love to return the compliment and make you cum as well sweetheart,\" she beckoned him but Jack knew that this was the step he had avoided. \n\n\"It's not that I'm not flattered or don't fancy it but I've got an ongoing problem getting an erection and I'd hate to disappoint you or get myself all frustrated, so perhaps we'll think of something else,\" he really did fancy what was on offer but he knew what it meant to be let down by his manhood. \n\n\"I might have just the solution in my room. Hang on there a sec,\" as she stepped out of the shower and went to her room. \n\nJack had finished cleaning his shirt when she came back with a little blue plastic and foil pack with two diamond shaped blue tablets sealed inside. \n\nJack suddenly realised what she had brought. Viagra. \n\n\"Have you not tried them before? They're very good for getting erections especially with your problem? Paul got hold of these from the doctors when he thought it would enhance his performance,\" she was looking rather cynical when she mentioned him. \"It worked in getting him erect very quickly but all that happened was he came that fast that he got little out of it and, quite frankly, I didn't really care as he never thought of me or my needs at all.\" She spat the words out with some venom. \n\n\"Go on Jack, try one; you've got nothing to lose and everything to gain,\" as she rubbed her hand across his trouser front squeezing his dick under his trousers. \n\nJack, naturally, was quite turned on anyway after the events in the bedroom and her touch did start some movement, so he took one of the tablets. \n\n\"Let's get your clothes off Jack and then you can join me for a shower,\" Tina ordered, and Jack agreed. \n\nHe stood there as she undid his belt and trousers, unzipped him and started pulling his trousers down. He lifted each leg in turn leaving him in just his socks and pants. Jack could feel it and the slight bulge in his pants was noticeable to him if not Tina who was pulling his socks off, nearly causing him to fall over. \n\nAs mentioned earlier Jack has a weight problem with a biggish belly and extra folds around his groin. \n\nTina didn't care about his looks as she wanted to reward him for what he had done to her and she quickly pulled his pants down and off. \n\nJack's penis was not particularly big but not too small either, measuring just 6 inches long when erect, which it was not at that moment. He'd been circumcised when he was a baby, for medical rather than religious reasons, and Jack had always wondered if that might have been part of his problem. \n\nAlthough he would never say it; Sarah was the problem as she'd piled the weight on and Jack did not like fat women and this definitely turned him off and the erectile dysfunction was a natural consequence. \nTina took the Jack's manhood in both hands and started caressing his balls and pulling gently and there was no doubt that something was happening as his erection was now growing albeit rather slowly. \n\nTina stopped and she took Jack's hand and they both went into the shower. The water was really warm and her close presence, her two handed stroking and the Viagra were having the required effect as it grew bigger by the second. \n\nJack's ego was given a real fillip when Tina announced \"It's bigger already than Paul's at its best,\" which is always guaranteed to give any man a boost. \n\nThe Viagra was now having an effect on Jack as well as his dick, as he was feeling flushed and it was not the heat of the water either. It was as if this was the trigger as his dick suddenly started that old pumping as the blood flowed through it and his full erection was almost there. \n\nTina could feel the hardness in her fingers and she stroked his balls lightly with her nails whilst wrapping her other hand around his now-nearly rigid erection. Jack was in another world as no woman had ever made him feel this good as his erection twitched and pumped with life for the first time in years. \n\nTina's shower was a powered type and she reached up and unhooked the showerhead and turned it onto the finest powered spray she could and started moving the fine jets over Jack's rigid penis and his balls. \n\nIt was Jack's turn to be in ecstasy now as his manhood had never enjoyed anything like this, then Tina made his day complete when she whispered in his ear: \n\n\"I've always refused to even try to do this but, just for you darling, would you like me to have a go at a blow job?\" Jack could not believe it. \n\nAfter all these years hoping and looking at thousands of videos of men getting it, not only was it now going to happen to him but with his sister-in-law. \n\nTina took as much of him in her mouth as she could before gagging slightly then she closed her lips around his erection and commenced to perform her first and his first oral masturbation. \n\nTina proved to be very good at it, which surprised her a bit, and Jack's orgasm did not take very long at all as he was so worked up and he shouted \"God yes I'm coming,\" as Tina her head lifted of him and wanked him for all she was worth until the first huge spurt of his hot cum hit her full in the face. \n\nJack was jerking almost uncontrollably as he came and Tina made up her mind to do something she swore she would never do, and she took him back in her mouth and carried on with the blow job. \n\nJack was nearly collapsing now as Tina's tongue and lips were caressing his engorged helmet which was almost agony as this was the most sensitive area for a man when he's cum. \n\nTina was quite surprised at her brazenness and she actually thought his cum tasted quite reasonable if a little bit salty. She owed this to this man who had brought her out of her depression and given her life again. \n\nShe lifted off him as the erection finally started to fade. She stretched up and kissed him, so now he had to taste his own cum from her lips and mouth as they kissed passionately. \n\nThe shower seemed to be running with his cum and as Jack stepped wearily out of the cubicle Tina washed his fluids away. \n\nAfter dressing and having a coffee downstairs, Jack put on his coat and gave Tina one last long kiss and they promised to do this again as soon as possible and as Jack said just as he left. \n\n\"We must experiment more, and often Tina, our motto must be \n\nNEVER GIVE UP – IT'S NEVER TOO LATE.\" \n\nTo be continued"
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"value": "### Title: Double Helix Ch. 08\n\n### Tags: genetics, alternate history\n\n### Characters\n\n**Norm**: The protagonist and narrator of the story. Norm is resourceful and takes a leadership role in the group, making critical decisions and ensuring the safety of the others.\n\n**Stan (Christopher)**: A genemod with enhanced capabilities. Stan is seriously injured during a police raid but remains determined to help the group escape. He has a close bond with Stansy (Claudia).\n\n**Stansy (Claudia)**: A young woman who is deeply concerned for Stan's well-being. She is revealed to be a genemod and has a strong emotional connection to the group, particularly Stan.\n\n**Nonna**: An older woman who is Sasha's mother. She is skilled with a pistol and plays a crucial role in defending the group during the police raid. She is initially reluctant to leave her home but eventually agrees to join the group.\n\n**Nock**: An anthro who assists the group in their escape. Nock is resourceful and helps guide the group through the dark, ensuring their safety.\n\n**Tilly**: An anthro with empathic abilities. Tilly can sense emotions and thoughts, which sometimes makes others uncomfortable. She is introspective and plays a key role in helping the group make critical decisions.\n\n**Nissi**: An anthro with exceptional physical abilities. Nissi is agile and strong, capable of performing impressive feats such as scaling high fences. She is instrumental in securing the group's escape vehicle.\n\n**Wendy**: A young girl who is revealed to be a \"stunty,\" a type of genemod. Wendy is resourceful and brave, using her abilities to subdue one of the police officers during the raid. She has a close bond with her cat, Ingrid.\n\n**Mike**: A contact of Norm's who provides medical assistance to Stan. Mike is knowledgeable about genemods and has a secret medical facility equipped with surgical tools and weapons.\n\n**Robert**: A police officer who is seriously injured during the raid. He is taken captive along with the other officers and left in the basement.\n\n**Rollins**: A female police officer who is taken captive during the raid. She provides medical assistance to Robert while in captivity.\n\n**Davis**: A police officer who is knocked unconscious during the raid. His condition is uncertain, but he is left in the basement with the other captive officers.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe story begins with a group of individuals, including genemods and anthros, facing a police raid at their safe house. During the raid, several members of the group are injured, including Stan, who is shot. Nonna, Sasha's mother, plays a crucial role in defending the group, using her pistol to subdue one of the officers. The group manages to capture the remaining officers and secure them in the basement, giving them time to plan their escape.\n\nStan is seriously injured, and the group must act quickly to get him medical attention. Norm, the protagonist, takes charge and leads the group through a series of challenges as they make their escape. They gather their belongings and flee the house, navigating through dark fields and overcoming obstacles such as high fences. Nissi, an anthro with exceptional physical abilities, retrieves their escape vehicle, a large truck containing essential supplies.\n\nAs they make their escape, Stan's condition worsens, and the group becomes increasingly concerned for his well-being. Norm contacts Mike, a secretive ally with medical knowledge, who agrees to provide assistance. The group travels to an antique store where Mike has a hidden medical facility. Mike performs emergency surgery on Stan, saving his life. During the procedure, Norm notices that the facility is equipped with an arsenal of weapons, raising questions about Mike's true allegiances.\n\nWith Stan stabilized, the group must decide on their next move. They are pursued by the police and face the risk of capture and reversion of their genomic modifications. Stansy suggests that they travel to her grandfather's farm in the Willamette Valley, offering a potential safe haven. The group agrees to this plan, hoping to evade capture and find a place to regroup.\n\nAs they journey towards the farm, Norm and Tilly discuss their options for dealing with potential checkpoints and the risk of capture. They consider bribery, distraction, deception, and persuasion as possible strategies. As they approach Tacoma, they encounter a military checkpoint, forcing them to put their plans into action. The story leaves the group facing this immediate challenge, with their fate uncertain."
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"value": "*Note: Thanks to Liter Knight for the edit. Sorry again for the delay.* \n\n \n\n\"Somebody grab their guns,\" Stansy said. \n\nSlowly, reluctantly, I opened my eyes and looked down. If I had been hit, I couldn't see it, and I couldn't feel it, either. In front of me, Robert lay on the floor, clutching a wound low on his abdomen. His face was set in a rictus of pain and his breath hissed out between clenched teeth. His gun lay on the floor, just inches in front of his face. Sasha's mother, Nonna, stood over him in her pajamas, a small-caliber pistol trained on him. She caught my glance and nodded to me. Stan and Takara lay sprawled on the floor next to the wall where they had impacted. \n\nNock appeared from around the corner and moved to get the gun from Rollins. My legs felt limp, but I made them move, stepping wide around Robert to get to Stan and Takara. The officer was in bad shape, one arm broken, hanging at a sickening angle. The glazed look in his eyes told me he had likely suffered a concussion. I carefully worked his sidearm from its retention holster, ejected the magazine and emptied the chamber before tossing it towards the far corner of the room. I moved on to Stan, who was sitting up, but groaning in pain and clutching at his shoulder. His shirt around his fingers was stained red. \"You okay?\" I asked. \n\n\"Got shot,\" he said through clenched teeth. \"Hurts like a bitch.\" \n\nStansy was beside me suddenly, kneeling to cradle Stan's head. \"Oh my God, Stan,\" she said. \"Why did you do that?\" \n\nI carefully lifted the shredded edges of the hole in his shirt. The bullet had passed through the muscle of his shoulder, maybe grazed the clavicle as it passed under. The blood flow was steady, but not copious. \"I don't think it's bad,\" I said. \"But we should dress it.\" \n\n\"No time,\" Stan said. \"I'll be fine.\" \n\nStan surely knew his model's capabilities better than me, but I hoped that it wasn't just bravado. \"Can you walk?\" \n\n\"I think so.\" \n\nStansy and I helped him to his feet, careful to avoid putting any stress on his injured arm. He took a few steps, wincing from the pain but otherwise steady on his feet. \n\nNow I could take stock of the rest of the room. Stansy had let Rollins go and she sat on the floor, cradling and rubbing what I guessed was a sprained wrist, Nock standing close by to watch her. Robert was whimpering in pain, his hands pressed against his lower back and side to staunch a flow of blood. Nonna still stood over him with her gun, but he seemed unaware of anything but the pain he was in. There were actually tears in his eyes. \n\nComing closer to examine him, I could see why. Nonna's shot had hit him low in the back, passing just beneath the protection of his bulletproof vest. It must have gone through his kidney, one of the most painful places in the body to sustain an injury. It also was one place in the body where you could get shot and have a good chance of a full recovery as long as you got medical attention before you bled too much. I had to wonder if it had been the shot of a trained professional or simple, blind luck. \n\nI disarmed Robert and moved on to Davis, the one Nissi had struck with a chair. He was out cold, his face a bloody mess. He might really be in serious condition, for all I could tell, but there was little I could do for him in the moment. \"What happened to the last one?\" I asked. \n\n\"Wendy happened,\" Tilly said. \n\nI hurried out the open back door and froze, confronted with what I had done. The man I had shot lay on the patio in a pool of his own blood. His hands were still clutched at his throat and his lifeless eyes stared up at the stars. I turned and vomited, not from the sight of blood and death, but from the realization that I had killed another person. I felt Nissi's hand rubbing my back as I coughed and gasped. The nausea quickly passed, but as I let her help me to my feet, I was careful to avert my eyes from the body. \n\n\"Hey, 'bout time someone showed up,\" Wendy said. She stood a few steps back from the final officer, his own gun held in her grip and pointed at his head. He was propped against the side of the house, pinching his nose against a flow of blood that had already soaked his goatee and the collar of his uniform. \n\nHe looked over at our approach. \"So that's it,\" he said, glaring at Nissi's elven features. \"You're genemods.\" He looked at Wendy. \"And you must be a stunty. Nice trick you pulled, brat.\" \n\n\"What did you do?\" I asked. \n\nWendy shrugged. \"I just pretended to be exactly what I look like. He tried to pick me up and carry me to safety. So I broke his nose.\" \n\nI studied Wendy for a moment. She looked confident, but her stance was off, her weight too far back on her heels. She was a novice. \"You should take your finger off the trigger,\" I told her, nervous that she might accidentally shoot him. \"Just rest it along the guard.\" \n\nWendy did as I asked with a grimace and a nod. \n\n\"You, come with me,\" I told the officer. He looked like he might try to argue, but Wendy gave him a sweet little girl smile and made the subtle motion with her trigger finger. \n\nI stepped back as he got to his feet and motioned for him to walk in front. The look he gave me as he walked past was pure malice, and I realized that he thought I was a genemod too. I directed him to the basement door, but when I tried my code on my phone, the door didn't open. I remembered the radio interference that the house must still be projecting and fished around for the panel that was hidden at the back of a shelf. This time, the door slid open. I motioned to the officer and he went sullenly down the steps. Wendy stood guard up at the top, propping the door open, while I went back for the others. \"You, Rollins was it?\" I said, pointing at the female officer. \n\nShe was trembling, no doubt coming off the adrenaline high of the fight. \"What do you want?\" \n\n\"We're putting all of you in the basement,\" I said. \"Stansy, stay with her. We'll need to carry the other three down.\" \n\nBetween me, Nock, Tilly and Nissi, we carefully carried the three injured officers down the steps into the basement. Nock checked each of them over carefully for guns and mobile devices. I pointed out the first aid kit to Rollins, and she got to work immediately on Robert. Once the others were clear, Wendy and I backed up the stairs with our guns held at the ready. \"Stan,\" I called, realizing the weak point in my plan. \"Can you jam the lock?\" \n\nStan chuckled on his way over. \"This isn't exactly a padlock, Norm.\" \n\n\"Can you do it?\" \n\nStan looked over the touchscreen panel and traced the wires out the back to where they disappeared into the wall. He nodded. \"Yeah, the main control is elsewhere. I can just cut access here and it should still lock.\" He pulled out a pocket knife, grunting at the pain from his shoulder. He cut the wires in two places, tossed the cut pieces into the kitchen and pocketed his knife. Stan stepped out and I released the door. Sure enough, it swung into place and locked with a series of clicks. \n\nThe clock was ticking now. Rollins and the officer that Wendy had taken down were still mobile. They would start looking for a way to get free as soon as we were out of the house. That was actually what I wanted, since at least two of them were in real need of medical treatment, but we also needed to have enough of a head start by then to get safely away. I had even considered placing a call to 911, despite the risks, but I dismissed that idea as too risky. \n\nThe others had been busy while Stan worked, getting the last of our belongings out the door. Tilly had taken the job of carrying Sasha's computer. \"Where's Nonna?\" I asked. \n\n\"She's in her room,\" Nock said. \n\nI went to find her immediately. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, her gun in her lap. \"That politsiya,\" she said, \"he live?\" \n\nI shrugged. \"Probably.\" \n\nNonna frowned and hefted the pistol, \"It is long time since*** well, is long time. You go.\" \n\n\"You're going with us,\" I said, putting a hand on her shoulder. \"If they catch you, they'll throw you in jail and probably never let you out.\" \n\nShe shook her head. \"I am old and half senile. I slow you down.\" \n\n\"Then think about me,\" I said. \"Think what Sasha would do to me if she finds out I left you behind.\" \n\nA ghost of a smile lit up the old woman's face. \"She would kill you, da?\" \n\n\"Yes, so you'd better come with us.\" \n\nThe smile faded. \"Nyet. You go. Save others. Me, not worth your time.\" \n\nMy mind fumbled for a way to convince her. \"Look, if they have both you and Sasha, they might use you to try to get information out of her. If you go with use, they won't have that leverage.\" \n\nNonna appeared to consider that for a moment and nodded. She stood and tucked the pistol into her waistband. \"Well, I hope you have plan. I would pack, but no time. We go.\" \n\nWendy's cat had disappeared during the police raid, but now she strolled out from under the sofa and rubbed against my legs. \"Guess it's your lucky day,\" I said. \n\n\"Sasha didn't get around to dropping her at the shelter today,\" Wendy said, picking Ingrid up. The cat climbed her shoulder and perched across the back of her neck, using her claws to stabilize herself. \"Now I'm stuck with the sadistic little shit head,\" she said, and grimaced. \n\nThe night air was crisp with a chill breeze blowing from inland. Most nights, the total absence of the sounds of insects and frogs didn't faze me, but now, that silence, broken only by the distant sound of cars on the highway, was eerie. We scurried through the dark past the wall of the greenhouse to the back fence at the corner of the yard. Stansy hopped over first, clearing the five feet of wooden fence with a flat-footed jump. Nissi followed next. Wendy scrambled over with a hand from me. Nock lifted Nonna and handed her over to the two girls, who set her carefully on the ground. We helped Stan climb carefully over, gritting his teeth against the pain of the exertion. I clambered up and over, scraping one of my arms in the process. Nock and Tilly followed over as effortlessly as Stansy had done. \n\nWe were standing at the edge of a culvert that stretched away to either side, with a few feet of solid ground between it and the fence. Moonlight glittered off a flow of sluggish water at the bottom. \n\n\"This way,\" Nock said, moving to the right along the fence. I could barely see my own feet, but he led us without faltering, taking care to point out places where the ground was uneven. A few houses down, we crossed to the other side through ankle-deep water, coming up in an empty field. I checked on Nonna, who was doing fine, and Stan, whom I was getting more worried about. His breathing was labored and he seemed to be in more pain than ever, but he waved me off when I asked if he needed to rest. \n\nThe field ended at another street. We crossed quickly and turned down a quieter side street. In the far distance, a single dog barked, but we otherwise moved through a world of near silence. We came to another muddy field and a chain link fence topped with razor wire. The chain link was a good eight feet, with two feet of the coiled wire rising above that. Nissi took a few steps back, gauging the height. She set her burden on the ground. \"Our truck is in here?\" she asked. \n\nI nodded and produced the key, giving it to her when she held out her hand. \"Wait here,\" she said. She ran back a few steps, then charged straight at the fence. She threw herself into the air, flipping her body forward once as she cleared the top of the wire. She landed on the other side in a crouch and popped effortlessly to her feet. Chills went up my spine at the feat and I found myself smiling in appreciation and amazement. \n\n\"Piece of cake,\" she said, turning back to us. \"Be right back.\" She jogged off, disappearing behind the nearest row of storage units. \n\nWe waited nervously while Nissi searched. Sirens in the distance made us all tense up. \"Sasha's house?\" Wendy asked. \n\nNock cocked his head slightly, listening intently. He nodded. \"Yes, I think so. The distance and direction seems about right.\" I checked my phone. It had been a little over half an hour since we had left the house. \n\nNock perked up. \"Hear that?\" \n\nTilly nodded. \"Yeah.\" \n\nI listened and could hear, faintly, the sound of a large engine echoing from between the storage units. It faded, but then came a crash and a squeal, like metal being stretched and ripped apart. A few moments more and Nock said, \"Here she comes.\" He started back towards the street. The headlights of the truck appeared down the street to our left. It was the size of a large package delivery truck, and was painted a flat gray. Nissi pulled up to the curb and hopped out, leaving the engine running. \"I had to crash the gate,\" she said. \"It wouldn't let me out. We should get out of here.\" \n\nNissi went around to the back of the truck to unlatch the door and slide it up. There were boxes and pallets up near the front end of the cargo area. \"There's food, bottled water and medical supplies,\" she said. \"Not a lot, but it's something.\" \n\nI realized that we were looking at the whole of Sasha's stockpile. I counted eight large boxes stacked on pallets. \"It will be enough to keep us going for now, I think,\" I said. \n\nThe others arrived and began to pile their things into the truck. \"Where are we going?\" Wendy asked. \n\n\"I'm still working on that,\" I admitted. \"We need to get out of Seattle.\" \n\n\"Here, you drive,\" Nissi said, and tossed me the keys. She hopped up into the back of the truck and began to help the others. Stan reached up to grab a handhold with his good arm and paused as if out of breath. I looked at him more closely and could see beads of sweat standing out on his dusky skin. \n\n\"Stan, are you okay?\" I asked. I saw then that blood had soaked his shirt to below his chest \n\n\"Just need*** a sec.\" \n\nI started moving before he actually began to fall, catching him from behind. I lowered him to the pavement and my hands came away soaked with blood. Stansy and Tilly hopped down next to us. \"He's fainted,\" I said. \n\n\"Stan!\" Stansy said, dropping to her knees above him. \"Please wake up.\" \n\nStan's eyes opened slowly. \"Hey, girl,\" he said, reaching towards Stansy. \n\nShe took his hand. \"Just stay with us, okay.\" \n\n\"My name is Christopher,\" he said. \"Wanted you to know that, baby girl.\" \n\n\"Damn it, don't talk like you're dying,\" Stansy said. She looked up, her eyes pleading with me. \n\nI gulped and nodded. \"We'll get him help. We need to lift him into the truck, but carefully.\" \n\nThe two women lifted his body while I supported his neck, setting him on the truck's corrugated steel floor. \"Wendy, do what you can for him,\" I said, gesturing at the medical supplies. \n\n\"Sure thing, Norm.\" \n\n\"It's Claudia, by the way,\" Stansy said, looking down at Stan, but speaking for all of us to hear. \"My name.\" \n\nStan nodded. \"Claudia. I like it.\" \n\nNissi pulled the door down so that I could latch it, and I went around to the cab. I drove south for a few miles along the surface streets, just to put some distance between us and Sasha's house while I thought about what to do. Stan needed more help than I could give him, but that would mean a hospital. At best, Stan's genome would be reverted. At worst, we could all be caught. That was when I remembered the phone number in my wallet. I pulled over and got out my phone to dial. \n\nIt rang three times and a voice answered hoarsely. \"Hello?\" \n\n\"Mike? This is Norm.\" I left it at that, just in case I had gotten the number wrong. \n\n\"Norm, Norm. Oh, yes, the suicide girl from several weeks back.\" His tone turned more serious. \"Is she okay?\" \n\n\"She's fine,\" I assured him. \"But, Mike, we're in a lot of trouble here. The police raided the house. They got Sasha, but the rest of us made it out. I think we're safe for the moment.\" The line was quiet. \"Mike, you there?\" \n\n\"Yeah,\" he said, drawing the word out. \"I, uh, I don't think I can help you, Norm. I'm sorry.\" \n\n\"No, no, no, don't hang up,\" I pleaded. \"Stan got shot, Mike. Please, he needs help.\" Silence. \"Mike?\" \n\n\"I'm still here,\" Mike said, though it sounded like he really wished he wasn't. \"You know what you're asking of me?\" \n\n\"Probably not,\" I admitted. \n\n\"Okay, listen. Can you get to Renton?\" \n\n\"Sure, I'm already headed in that direction.\" \n\n\"Okay, ah, shit. There's an antique store.\" He gave me the address, which I relayed to the truck's GPS. \n\nIt took about ten minutes to get there, and I parked around the back on Mike's instructions. He pulled into the lot a few minutes later, unshaven and bleary-eyed. \"Just got off a long shift,\" he explained. \"Only got a few hours of sleep.\" \n\n\"I'm sorry.\" \n\n\"Not your concern. Let's get your guy inside.\" \n\nTilly and Stansy helped to carry Stan, since they could pass for normal if anyone should happen by. Stan was conscious, and it looked like Wendy had done a good job bandaging his wound. Mike unlocked the store's back door and disabled the alarm. \"Is this your shop?\" I asked. \n\n\"No. Best we not go into that. Let's get him downstairs.\" \n\nWe carried Stan to the employee area in the back and down a set of creaky stairs to a store room. Mike unlocked another door at the base of the steps and moved ahead to pull a chain dangling from the ceiling, bathing the room in the stark light from the bright bulb. A table sat in the center of the room, and Mike pushed what looked to be drafting equipment to the side to make room for him, then covered the open space with a towel. While we laid him carefully on the cleared surface, Mike disappeared into another, smaller room. He came back in gloves and a mask, and laid out a set of surgical tools. \n\nThe level of preparedness surprised me, and I stepped back out of the way to let him work on Stan. It was only then that I noticed the guns. Assault rifles were racked against walls on both sides of the room. On shelves below them were crates of ammo and other items that I couldn't identify. \n\nI caught Tilly looking over them as well. Stansy's gaze never left Stan, as far as I could tell. I shook my head slightly and mouthed the words, \"Not our business.\" Tilly nodded and we went back to watching Mike examine Stan. \n\n\"It got the artery, all right,\" Mike said. \"It's probably just a nick, but I need to repair it or he'll bleed out. Can you assist, Norm?\" \n\n\"Yeah,\" I said. \"Where can I sanitize?\" \n\nWhen I got back, Mike had selected a syringe and a bottle of liquid from his kit. \"I love bioengineered pharmacology,\" he said. He gave Stan the injection and it put him under in seconds. \"Okay, let's get to work.\" \n\nMike worked in silence other than the occasional direction for me to hand him an instrument or hold a clip. Once he had sutured the artery closed, though, and we saw that it held against Stan's blood pressure, he visibly relaxed. \"Good, let's close him up. So what happened?\" \n\n\"You want the whole story?\" \n\n\"Well, we've got a bit of time to kill.\" \n\nI related our story, starting with my trip to buy food with Sasha. Tilly and Stansy helped to fill in the details. When I was done, Mike whistled. \"Wow, luck was on your side tonight, though it helped that your host built her house like a fortress. Norm, you've been through a lot and I wish there was more I could do to help.\" \n\n\"There is something. Can you get word to the agency to contact me?\" \n\nMike considered this while he worked. \"I don't think that would help you much. You left people alive who could identify every one of you, and you'll have a murder charge following you, murder of a police officer, to boot. The agency won't take on that kind of risk. I don't know. Maybe if you can stay hidden for a few weeks, long enough for your trail to have gone cold.\" \n\n\"Then where can we go?\" I asked. \n\nI wasn't really expecting an answer, but Stansy gave one. \"My grandpa's farm.\" \n\nI looked at her. \"The one in the painting?\" \n\n\"Yeah. I have an uncle who takes care of the land now. Well, last I heard, anyway. It's in the Willamette valley, maybe four hours' drive.\" \n\"Would your uncle turn us in?\" \n\nStansy shrugged. \"I honestly couldn't tell you. He was always nice to me, but most people's sentiments towards genemods changed a lot after the Rot.\" \n\n\"For what it's worth, I think it's our best shot,\" Tilly said. \n\nI sighed. \"I agree, which probably doesn't say a lot for our chances.\" \n\n\"By the way,\" Mike interrupted. \"What phone did you call me on?\" \n\nI got my cell phone out and showed it to him. \n\n\"Who holds that account?\" \n\n\"It's in my name,\" I said. \"Well, my alias, anyway.\" \n\n\"Norm, you'd better let me have that. Those police might be able to match your appearance to your fake identity.\" \n\nI hesitated a moment, but then handed it over. \"I wouldn't want to use it after tonight, then.\" \n\n\"I'll make sure it is disposed of, and I'll try to get the record of your call to me erased.\" \n\nWe cleaned up and I helped Mike dress Stan's wound and set up a saline IV. \"Ideally, I'd want to give him a pint of blood,\" Mike said, \"but I don't want to keep you here any longer. His system should be able to make up the shortfall of blood as long as he gets plenty of fluid. I would let him sleep off the anesthetic. He should awaken normally in about nine to ten hours.\" \n\n\"I owe you one, Mike,\" I said, shaking his hand. \n\n\"Me too,\" Stansy said, and she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. \"I can't thank you enough.\" \n\nMike loaned us a stretcher to carry Stan out. Once more, I wondered about the medical equipment, the guns and the drafting equipment, but I kept my mouth shut. Mike wished us luck and drove off \n\nWe loaded Stan into the truck, and Tilly turned to me. \"Can I ride with you up front?\" she asked. \n\n\"If we go through a National Guard checkpoint-\" \n\n\"Then they'll check the cargo area,\" Tilly interrupted. \"It won't go any better for us, then.\" \n\n\"Right.\" \n\n\"We should stay off the main highways to avoid those. Until we get out of Seattle, we just hope for the best, right?\" \n\n\"Yeah,\" I said grudgingly. \"Stansy, where are we headed?\" \n\n\"Just go south to Corvallis. I don't remember the address. Let me know when we get there and I'll look it up on the GPS.\" \n\nTilly climbed into the cab next to me, and I drove out of the lot and headed south. I waited for Tilly to break the silence, but she just stared out her window at the city passing by. \"I've been cooped up for so long,\" she said at last. \"If we're going to be caught tonight, I didn't want my last memories of freedom to be of the back of this truck.\" \n\n\"We won't get caught,\" I said. \n\n\"You don't know that.\" \n\n\"What was that about hoping for the best?\" \n\n\"It was what the others needed to hear. But you and I know better, don't we? What are we going to do when we hit a checkpoint?\" \n\n\"You're getting into my head again.\" The bitterness in my own voice surprised me. \n\n\"I can't help it. It's part of what I was made to do.\" \n\nI sighed. \"I'm sorry, it just makes me uncomfortable.\" I hesitated, remembered that it was pointless to hold back, and went on. \"Sometimes it feels like an invasion.\" \n\n\"I wish that there was something I could do to change that.\" \n\nI shook my head. \"No, don't think like that. What you can do is a gift. I'm the one with the problem.\" \n\nShe shrugged, \"Regardless, it will be a little harder for me now to speak up when I think you're hiding, knowing that it upsets you.\" \n\nShe was talking about what I thought of as her happiness drive. Her mental model of me had just been tweaked. \"What does that feel like, going against your drive?\" \n\nTilly grimaced. \"It's uncomfortable. Like telling a lie. My heart rate jumps and my mouth feels a little dry. I know I'm doing something wrong.\" \n\n\"Like telling a lie,\" I repeated. \"So, back on topic, we need to have a plan for when we hit a checkpoint.\" I pulled out the wad of bills that I had taken from Sasha's desk drawer. \"Count that, please.\" \n\nTilly thumbed through the cash. \"Three-thousand dollars,\" she said. \"You think we can bribe them?\" \n\n\"Maybe. The agency moves an awful lot of food between cities and across state lines. They couldn't do that without bribery and corruption. Any other ideas?\" \n\n\"One that doesn't involve violence?\" \n\n\"Of course.\" \n\nShe leaned back in the seat. \"Distraction. Deception. Persuasion.\" \n\nI looked at her and grinned. \"All three?\" \n\nShe grinned back. \"Can't hurt. We'll just have to think on our feet.\" \n\n\"Okay, well we're almost to Tacoma. We can get off I-5 there and skirt around Olympia...\" The words died in my mouth as the road ahead came into view. Barriers blocked off the shoulders of the road and directed traffic down to one lane. A military vehicle was parked off the road and a pair of men stood to either side of the lane as a car pulled up between them. Would they be looking for us? A good ninety minutes had passed since we had left Sasha's house in Bellevue. How long before our descriptions made it up the chain from local law enforcement to federal agencies? \n\nI slowed the truck, looking for an exit, but of course, there was no way off the highway. I pulled up to the back of the line, about eight cars back from the front, then blew out a breath and tried to relax. \n\n\"Best hide the money until we need it,\" Tilly said. \"And don't offer the whole thing if we can help it.\" \n\nI grabbed the cash, counted out a few bills from the total, and stuffed the rest back into my front pocket. I also took a moment to check my gun, still concealed under my shirt and jeans on my right hip. Tilly flipped down the passenger mirror"
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"value": "### Title: Best Friend Brain Ch. 05\n\n### Tags: girlfriends, izombie, liv moore, peyton charles, rim, spanking, strapn, zombie\n\n### Characters\n\n**Liv**: A zombie who is frustrated and angry about a recent event. She is a dominant figure in her relationship with Peyton, often referred to as \"Mistress Liv.\" She has supernatural strength and engages in intense sexual activities with Peyton.\n\n**Peyton**: A recently turned zombie and Liv's girlfriend. She is a submissive figure in their relationship, often referred to as a \"slut\" or \"sub.\" Peyton is a lawyer and is deeply in love with Liv, willing to engage in intense sexual activities to please her.\n\n### Plot\n\nLiv is frustrated and angry as she leaves the offices of Fillmore Graves, a company that has accidentally turned her girlfriend Peyton into a zombie. Peyton, despite the transformation, is content with her new state, seeing the benefits such as being free from disease and potentially old age. Liv, however, is deeply troubled by the change and the company's lack of accountability.\n\nThe couple returns to their apartment, where their dynamic as a dominant-submissive pair comes into play. Liv, still angry, decides to take out her frustrations through a intense sexual encounter with Peyton. She ties Peyton to their dining table, gags her, and begins a series of dominant acts, including spanking and using a strap-on dildo.\n\nThroughout the encounter, Liv pushes the boundaries of their usual activities, knowing that Peyton, now a zombie, can take more intense treatment. Peyton, despite the pain, finds pleasure and satisfaction in pleasing Liv. The encounter culminates in a deeply intimate and rough sexual act, with both characters finding release and reaffirming their love for each other. They express their love and Peyton acknowledges that she is happy with her new state as a zombie, looking forward to the new experiences it brings to their relationship."
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"value": "Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. \n\n \n\n\"God damn it!\" Liv swore in frustration as she left this Seattle offices of Fillmore Graves. \n\n\"Liv, it's okay.\" Peyton attempted to soothe. \n\n\"It's not okay Peyton!\" Liv snapped, \"We were so careful, but none of that matters, because Fillmore Graves dumped a load of chemicals into the water supply, and now you're a zombie. And the best they can do is, SORRY! You should sue them for everything they've got.\" \n\n\"Well, technically it was a faction within Fillmore Graves, and they're dead now. I mean, I'm good, but I don't even think I could win that case.\" Peyton pointed out softly, \"Besides, I really did want this.\" \n\n\"No you didn't.\" Liv grumbled. \n\n\"You don't get to make that decision.\" Peyton said sadly, her lawyer voice coming in. \n\nStopping in her tracks and turning to look directly at her girlfriend for the first time Liv demanded, \"Look me in the eye and tell me you would choose being a zombie if we weren't together.\" \n\n\"But we are.\" Peyton said softly, \"And I don't want to even imagine a world where we're not.\" \n\nThe two girls exchanged a soft smile, and then Liv insisted in a calmer tone, \"Seriously Peyton, you would choose to eat brains the rest of your life?\" \n\n\"We've had this argument before.\" Peyton sighed, \"But again, for the millionth time, if it meant being with you, yes. And there are other benefits, like being free from disease, and maybe old age, and all it took was adding another hour to my morning routine and I look like my old self.\" \n\n\"It was more than an hour.\" Liv grumbled. \n\n\"The point is, I'm very happy with this turn of events.\" Peyton said softly, pulling Liv into her arms and then smiling wickedly, \"It means nothing is off the table.\" \n\nLiv sighed, \"Life is about more than sex, you know.\" \n\n\"I know, but you can't deny it's one of the main advantages of me being a zombie now. Or the biggest one.\" Peyton pointed out with a smile, and then when Liv rolled her eyes the lawyer quickly added, \"But, I was hoping we could forget about what we can or can't do now, and concentrate on what we were doing.\" \n\nThis caused Liv to smirk, \"Really?\" \n\n\"Uh-huh.\" Peyton blushed, leaning in and whispering, \"I know you're angry and frustrated, and we both know the best cure for that is by letting Mistress Liv out to play. And just think about it, this time you don't need to hold back so you don't hurt the weak and feeble human. You can give me everything you've got. Please Liv, give it to me. Give me your anger and frustration. I wanna feel it.\" \n\n \n\nLiv took her girlfriend up on that offer and about an hour later they were back in their apartment with Peyton tied securely to their dining table. Her feet were tied to the bottoms of one side, making sure her legs were spread, while her hands were tied to the tops so she was completely helpless. \n\nTo add to the effect Liv had shoved the ball gag into Peyton's mouth and secured it firmly behind her head, which was the last thing she had done before slowly making herself a cup of tea and then sitting down in front of her handiwork to slowly drink it. God, Liv was so tempted to finish the tea and then leave. \n\nShe wasn't even sure where she would go, but the idea of leaving Peyton here like this, naked and tied up, was almost too good to pass up. However she just couldn't wait that long to fuck her sub, and more importantly right now take her frustrations out on her. \n\nOne thing she couldn't resist was taking a bunch of photos on her phone, while telling Peyton, \"God, you look so beautiful like this. If I was still on artist brain I'd do a painting of you just like this. I'm tempted to try now, as some of it has lingered, but I just know I wouldn't be able to do you justice.\" \n\nPeyton let out a pleased sound, causing Liv to smile as she put down her phone, before teasing, \"I also just want to get myself off looking at you, and then leave you tied up until you want brains so bad you'll break that table just to get them. Then we can see just how badly you want to be a zombie.\" \n\nWhich got an impressed look from Peyton, causing Liv to quickly change the subject, walking around and slapping her girlfriend's ass before continuing to taunt her, \"Of course, I'd rather just fuck you. And I could. Like this I could do anything I want to you, and you'd take it, not just because you want too, not because you're my little sub bitch, but because you have no choice. Mmm yeah, I could rail your ass for hours. Or your pussy. Maybe one and then the other. And the thing is, now you're a zombie, I don't even have to use a toy. I know you want me to, but as we've established, every ounce of pleasure, or pain, you receive over the next few hours, is entirely my choice. Not yours.\" \n\nThis was a lie of course, as Liv would never do anything Peyton didn't want her to do, but she knew how this kind of talk affected her submissive slut, as did teasing her by picking up a spanking toy and sliding it over her skin, which was exactly what Liv did as she continued her taunting, \"But that's what I really want to do. Cause you pain. For hours. As hard as I can for once. Are you sure that's what you want? Because this, this is your last chance to say no.\" \n\nAs she spoke those last words Liv slowly removed Peyton's ball gag, Peyton then replying as soon as she could, \"Yes please Liv, destroy my ass, inside and out. Do whatever you want to me Mistress. I'm yours.\" \n\nLiv smiled softly, then reminded her lover, \"Remember, you need to cry out really loudly to get my attention, and shake your head back and forth. Then I'll stop. Okay?\" \n\n\"Okay.\" Peyton said dismissively. \n\n\"I love you.\" Liv said softly. \n\n\"I love you too.\" Peyton smiled softly. \n\nThe two women exchanged a soft smile, and then Liv leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to Peyton's lips, lingering there for a few long seconds before reattaching the ball gag. She then spent a few long minutes circling Peyton's body and then sliding that toy all over it, before ultimately concentrating on her girlfriend's butt and then smacking it. \n\nNormally Liv would start off with a blow that was hard as she could give it, but not this time. No, this time she started out gentle, and continued that way for quite a while, which she knew in it's own way was a tease for her little pain slut. Oh yes, this style would always make Peyton pout and give her a look, sometimes even whining at her when her mouth wasn't covered like this. \n\nIt also made her whimper in annoyance into the gag, like the spoilt little sub she was, Liv forcing Peyton to remain in that moment for as long as she wanted again as a way to put her in her place. Then she arguably really started doing that by gradually increasing the pace until the whimpers and cries from Peyton became of enjoyment, and then ultimately agony. \n\nOnly even more so because instead of giving pain as much as a human could stand Liv's eyes went fully red and she started giving the other zombie everything she had. Which a big part of her hated, because it broke the promise she had made long ago never to hurt Peyton, but it was what Peyton had asked for, and even when the blows became brutal Liv could sense just how wet the other girl was. \n\nOf course the entire time Liv was paying close attention to Peyton to see if she shook her head, part of her actually wanting her too but not surprised in the slightest that it never came. No, Peyton took everything like a good little pain slut, despite the fact that this wasn't a paddle or even Liv's hand, which would have spread the pain across a wide surface. \n\nNo, this was a cane which dug into Peyton's butt cheeks and left several criss-cross bruised and angry red marks across the usually flawless skin. Which some sadistic part of Liv actually enjoyed, even if it didn't make Peyton's ass cheeks jiggle nearly enough for her liking. Which in turn just pushed Liv to spank Peyton harder so she would get more of that jiggle which she craved. \n\nPeyton had always known that her Mistress was holding back on her, but she hadn't realised just how much until this wonderful moment. Sure, it hurt, in fact it was agony towards the end, and it was humiliating, especially because she had literally asked for this, and Peyton had found a twisted part of her enjoying this type of pain and humiliation. \n\nAlthough it was almost certainly good that Mistress Liv had given this to her before, because there was no way she would been able to take it as a human. Which just made Peyton even happier about being turned into a zombie, even if she wasn't looking forward to the moment that she would actually have to eat a brain. But however bad it would be would be worth it for this moment, and being able to truly please her Mistress. \n\nBefore Peyton had been worried not only about not being good enough for Mistress Liv as she couldn't take everything she had to give her. She was also worried about Mistress Liv just losing control one day and giving her too much, or maybe even try and eat her brain, but Peyton no longer had to worry about any of that. \n\nNo, she was truly safe with her Mistress, and able to take everything like a good pain slut should. Which made her think about everything else she could take from Mistress Liv. Oh yes, Peyton had gotten a taste of it, pun intended, earlier, but she wanted so much more, including her top giving her slutty little bottom the kind of pounding she was truly capable of, something which she was sure she wouldn't have to wait too long for. \n\nSure enough the second the spanking was done Mistress Liv put away the cane and returned with a large strapn dildo and some lube. She made sure to strap on the cock and lube it up directly in front of Peyton's face, Mistress Liv silently telling the lawyer she was going to take every inch of the monster inside her. Preferably up her butt. \n\nMore accurately, inevitably up her butt, the only real question was whether that would be first. Because Peyton of course loved to be fucked in her pussy, but it definitely felt like an anal mood. Either way Peyton was practically trembling with excitement as Mistress Liv slowly walked around her body until she was behind her again. \n\nFor a few long seconds Mistress Liv just admired her handiwork, before she did her best to wipe her hands clean and then slide them across Peyton's well beaten bottom, soothing some of the pain away. Although Mistress Liv couldn't seem to resist giving it a few playful swats, which was more than enough in the lawyer's current condition to make Peyton cry out pitifully. \n\nThen she moaned happily as her Mistress started playing with her butt-plug, at first just turning it around inside her ass then pulling it out until the widest part of the toy was stretching her anal ring before pushing it back inside. Which was a process which was repeated several times, before Mistress Liv removed the toy entirely, and then gave Peyton a welcome surprise. \n\nLiv had been thinking about this for a long time. Easily since their first time together, and maybe even before that as Peyton had a truly amazing ass, and now finally Liv was going to do it. Which probably wasn't a very dominant thing to do, but Liv didn't care, she was going to do it anyway. That thing? Get down on her knees behind her girlfriend and literally start kissing her ass. \n\nWhich would have probably made them both giggle under the circumstances, and make a lot of jokes, but the only thing out of Peyton's mouth right now was a muffled moan of pleasure in anticipation of what was to come, and Liv was right there with her. Not that literally kissing Peyton's ass wasn't fun, because it was, to a surprisingly good degree, and it probably helped with the pain. But it was just a starter. \n\nPerhaps it was even the tease of the starter, and the real starter was the moment Liv started sliding her tongue around Peyton's already stretched out ass hole. Oh yes, she'd eaten Peyton's pussy, but now Liv was literally licking her most private hole. She was licking the butt hole of another girl, and it made Liv so excited she could burst. Especially when she pushed her tongue inside the hole and literally licked Peyton's rectum. \n\nGod, this was so twisted, and yet so exciting, both girls moaning in pleasure as they took their twisted relationship one step further. It was a step which Liv lingered on for quite a while, before with a evil grin she pushed the butt plug back into her girlfriend's ass hole and then licked around it, before pulling it out and sucking it clean. \n\nShe repeated that process a few times, and even at one point pressed her mouth against Peyton's back door, pushed her tongue as deep as it would go into it and then she literally started to tongue fuck Peyton's ass, but it wasn't enough. No, Liv needed to stretch that ass, and not just with her strapn. Not that she did much stretching by pushing two fingers into Peyton's butt hole, but the third did the trick. And definitely the fourth. \n\nThen Liv got to her feet, her thumb underneath her fingers so she could slip it into Peyton's butt without much hassle, and then pushed forwards until her knuckles were stretching her girlfriend's forbidden hole wider than it had ever stretched before. \n\n\"Do you want me to stop, and use my strapn?\" Liv asked huskily, and then when after a brief pause Peyton shook her head she followed up with, \"Do you want my fist in your butt?\" \n\nThe frantic way that Peyton nodded her head suggested that the only reason for the hesitance was she was eager for a deep stretching and didn't want to imply she didn't want the strapn, but she wanted to find out what it would be like to be stretched wide by a fist. and Liv was eager to give it to her, so with a wicked chuckle she forced her hand the rest of the way in, and after a few long seconds and a cry of pain from Peyton she achieved her goal. \n\nOh yes, her knuckles slipped in, and the rest of her fist quickly followed, meaning that successful lawyer Peyton Charles now had an entire hand up her butt. Liv's hand! Liv had her entire hand deep in her girlfriend's butt, and it felt weirdly great. \n\nPeyton had cried out with joy when she finally felt Mistress Liv's fingers being pushed into her ass. What was even better was it wasn't just a finger, but two right from the start, and quickly followed by more, Peyton having the same reaction to each additional finger. \n\nActually taking Mistress Liv's fist was a little more difficult, and caused some pain to be mixed in with pleasure, but mostly Peyton enjoyed being stretched wider than ever before and being violated in this new interesting way. Although she was very, very grateful that her wonderful Mistress gave her what had to be a full minute to recover from the initial violation, and of course checking in with her before and after it. \n\n\"Are you ready to be fucked?\" Liv asked softly. \n\nBy the time her Mistress asked that Peyton was more than ready for it, quickly and eagerly nodding her head before letting out a loud moan into her gag as Mistress Liv started moving her hand around inside her ass. \n\nAt first this just meant tiny thrusts back and forth, occasionally turning her hand around this way and that to make sure that Peyton was stretched out, but it wasn't that long before Mistress Liv clenched her hand into a fist and started punching the inside of the lawyer's butt. Which meant pulling that fist out to the knuckle, and then slamming it back in as hard and as deep as she could, making Peyton squeal with delight into her gag, and ultimately cum. \n\nAs normally she would have to beg for that privilege Peyton did her best to prevent herself from cumming, but from the way she was constantly increasing her pace it became fairly clear that Mistress Liv wasn't interested in that. Or perhaps she was too far gone from doing something so perverse. \n\nPeyton knew she was, as despite the increasingly kinky things they did together they had never discussed fisting her butt. Although they hadn't discussed fisting at all, and had just gone with it because it felt good, and Peyton certainly wasn't going to complain given how good it felt. It was just so overwhelming that Peyton could barely even think straight, no pun intended. \n\nLike just about everything else with her best friend turned girlfriend one orgasm just wasn't enough for her, Mistress Liv anally fisting Peyton through multiple climaxes in perhaps the ultimate sign of how much things had changed between them. Only this time Peyton had more stamina, so she could take more than ever before. Except Mistress Liv didn't take advantage of that. \n\nNo, after half a dozen climaxes she gradually slowed herself down, and then slowly pulled her fist out of Peyton's ass, leaving the recently turned zombie feeling horribly empty and unloved. Then she quickly remembered Mistress Liv's strapn was lubed up and ready to go, causing a dreamy smile to cross the well-respected lawyer's face. \n\n\"Are you ready for my cock?\" Liv teased as she pressed the head of the dildo against Peyton's well loosened back door, which of course caused her butt slut to nod her head eagerly, which just wasn't enough for Liv at that moment, \"I can't hear you, I said are you ready for me to shove this big cock up your slutty little ass?\" \n\nThen Liv chuckled wickedly as Peyton frantically nodded her head up and down and screamed through her gag a barely audible, \"Yes! Yes please Mistress Liv, fuck my slutty little ass with your big cock!\" \n\nPeyton then cried out joyfully as Mistress Liv shoved the first few inches straight into her loosened ass hole, only stopping when she reached the area her hand had reached. Well, she went a little beyond that, but the high-pitched squeal Peyton let out let her know to slow down, although even then it was nowhere near as low as it usually was. \n\nMaybe that was because Mistress Liv was just so horny from fisting her ass, or because now Peyton was a zombie she trusted her more to take this kind of rough treatment. It was probably a combination of both, but whatever the case Peyton welcomed it, which she made clear from her constant gasps, cries and even moans. \n\nAdmittedly there was some pain mixed in, but mostly it was pure pleasure, and that hint of pain quickly faded once the sodomy got properly underway. As usual there was a brief pause when Mistress Liv's thighs came to rest against her ass cheeks, but Peyton love that, as it gave them both a chance to savour the full length of Mistress Liv's cock buried in her rectum. \n\nEspecially as in this case Mistress Liv leaned down so that her tits were pressed against Peyton's back, her girlfriend hugging her tightly and whispering soft words of encouragement and love into her ear. Oh yes, Peyton would have been kind of happy if that had lasted an eternity, especially when Mistress Liv emphasised her words by reaching underneath her to cup her big boobs. \n\n\"Is this what you want, you little slut? Huh? Mmm, you want to be spanked and butt fucked by your Mistress Liv? Huh? To take it like a bitch, right up the ass? To cum with a cock in your butt like a naughty little anal whore? Huh? Answer me!\" Liv growled at first, and then when she got frantic nodding and Peyton attempting to agree through the gag she smiled and then whispered, \"Mmm yeahhh, that's what I thought. My slutty little girlfriend loves it in her ass. Ooooooooh, you took it so well baby. Mmm, and now... I'm going to butt fuck my little butt slut. Fuck her nice and deep and make her squirm for me. Oh yes Peyton, ohh fuck, moan! Moan and squirm for me while I fuck you up the butt!\" \n\nClearly lost in feeling her up and taunting her when Mistress Liv finally began thrusting in and out she didn't initially lift herself up. As a result it was more of a tease than a fucking, the dildo only sliding in and out a few inches, which were no near as satisfying enough for Peyton. She tried to beg for more, but her words were muffled by her gag, and Mistress Liv barely gave her the chance to get a word in. \nThankfully Liv eventually lifted herself up and started to get down to some serious butt fucking, not only increasing the length of the thrusts, but the speed too. She even started roughly smacking Peyton's ass, making it jiggle even more than they were from the regular thrusting. \n\nIn what had to be record time Peyton was ready to cum, and as always she tried to hold herself back for as long as possible, but it just became too much, even though she wasn't sure how much of it Liv understood, \"Fuck me, ohhh, fuck me hard! Please Mistress Liv, destroy my ass! Destroy my slutty little zombie ass with your big girl cock! Oooooooooh yeahhh, make me cum like an anal whore! Oooooooooh fuckkkkkkkkk, like the anal whore I am! Please Mistress Liv, please wreck my whore ass! Fucking ruin it! Mmm yeahhh, I want my whore ass ruined! Oh please, mm ooooooooooh pleassee, please, fuck me hard and make me cum, oh yes, mm, ooooooooohh yeahhh, aaaaaaaaaahh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!\" \n\nSurprisingly Peyton barely got going before the pace was once again increased, so hard and rapidly it actually hurt. Especially because the little spanking on her sore ass also increased the force, if not in frequency, which only pushed Peyton closer to the edge of orgasm. Then all of a sudden she was going over the edge of a powerful climax, and as always it was quickly followed by another, and another, and another. \n\nBest of all Mistress Liv was ass fucking her harder than ever before, easily using a pace which would have literally destroyed Human Peyton's back hole, but just made Zombie Peyton cum harder. Which meant Peyton's last coherent thought for quite a while was, God, she wished she had become a zombie sooner. \n\nLiv had brutalised Human Peyton's butt hole countless times, using far more strength and speed then she should for any hole on a human body, let alone such a tiny hole. But somehow Peyton had always recovered, and the rough treatment always gave them both such satisfying climaxes, that she just couldn't seem to stop herself. \n\nAnd now she knew Peyton could truly take this kind of abuse Liv could barely stop herself from giving her anal whore of a girlfriend the brutal rectum wrecking the white haired girl love to give, and the brunette girl love to receive. Especially when she was so pissed off, and just aching to take out her frustrations out on something. \n\nAdmittedly there had definitely been something to be said for playing with Peyton a bit first, and despite her frustration and her girlfriend's new powers Liv felt that she needed to do at lease some form of warm-up. More than just the anal fisting, at the very least. \n\nAnd oh, was it satisfying to smack that already well spanked flesh and see it jiggle for her, and here this respectable lawyer moaning and crying out in mostly pleasure into her ball-gag as she was spanked and butt fucked. Then there was the fact that she had Peyton Charles, the best friend she'd ever had, and now the best girlfriend anyone could have, bent over in front of her, giving up that perfect ass of hers for their mutual pleasure. \n\nThis was more than the old Peyton Charles though, which was proven by the way she was able to break through her restraints in order to thrust herself back against Liv's thrust. Something which Liv would have normally punished her for, and once she was thinking more clearly she almost certainly would follow through on that. \n\nBut for now, Liv just needed to use every ounce of strength to brutalise Peyton's back hole. Oh yes, her eyes were glowing bright red, and she was letting out inhuman sounds as she slipped into Full Zombie Mode and literally tried to destroy Peyton's rectum. Although she wasn't the only one trying to achieve that, or even the only one with glowing red eyes while doing it. \n\nFor the first time since they had become a really kinky couple Liv Moore and Peyton Charles were two zombies using every ounce of their supernatural strength to have insanely rough and intense butt sex which had both of them cumming like crazy. Liv tried to hold back for quite a while, but ultimately the other end of the harness bashing against her clit and the sheer joy of sodomising Peyton like this just caught up with her, and she came over and over again. \n\nOf course she had plenty of practice pushing through that, and that was exactly what she did, Peyton doing the same so that the two undead girls kept going until they collapsed. Peyton first of course, but Liv wasn't far behind her. \n\nThen after a few long seconds of recovery Liv nuzzled Peyton's back, and started covering it with kisses, before purring as close to her ear as she could, \"God, I love you.\" \n\n\"I love you too.\" Peyton mumbled dreamily through her ball-gag. \n\nOf course with her enhanced senses Liv heard that perfectly, causing her to grin against her lover's ear, \"Wanna prove it?\" \n\n\"Uh-huh.\" Peyton groaned, and then when Liv finally removed her ball-gag she clarified, \"Absolutely.\" \n\n\"Then spread those cheeks for me, slut.\" Liv ordered, yanking her cock out of Peyton's ass and roughly smacking it, \"Show me my handiwork!\" \n\nPeyton cried out loudly, first from the removal of the dildo and then even louder as her sore butt was spanked. Although that pain was kind of welcomed, because it helped wake her up and give her the ability to obey Mistress Liv and reach back to pull apart her butt cheeks as widely as possible, exposing her widely stretched back door. \n\nIt was one of the most perverted things which Peyton found herself regularly doing for her Mistress, and yet she didn't hesitate, because again, she would do anything for her Dom Zom. Besides, Peyton had to admit there was a kind of thrill doing this, which was why she welcomed what happened next. Well, one of the reasons. \n\n\"Good girl.\" Liv purred, staring at Peyton's gaping butt hole for a few more long seconds, before ordering, \"Now suck my cock clean. Ohh yess, get on your knees in front of your Mistress and suck the ass cream off of it you filthy little zombie slut! Yess, that's it you nasty little whore! Suck it! Mmm yess, suck it real good.\" \n\nThe first time Mistress Liv had told her to do this Peyton had very nearly refused out of disgust. She had certainly given her friend turned girlfriend a look which clearly said, 'what the hell is wrong with you', but the joke had been on her, because as soon as Peyton had tasted her own ass she found she couldn't get enough of it. Hell, that first time she had moaned in pleasure, and this time was no different. \n\nWell, she recovered a lot more quickly now that she was a zombie, it was so embarrassing to do something so twisted, and to enjoy it as much as she did. But again, it was pleasing her Dom Zom, and Peyton would do anything to do that, especially if it was twisted. \n\nSo the respected lawyer quickly got down on her knees in front of her Mistress, wrapped her mouth around the other woman's strapn cock and moaned in pleasure at tasting her own butt. Something she savoured for a few long minutes, before beginning to bob her head up and down that shaft. She took more with every bob of her head, until it was hitting the back of her mouth. \n\nThen with practised ease she pushed it into her throat, and slowly continued her way down it. Now she was a zombie she once again found this act easier, which briefly had her contemplating what else she could do. But she had a much more important job now, and she intended to do it. Namely, taking every inch of that dick down her throat like a good little cock sucker for Mistress Liv, as the Dom continued to encourage her. \n\nAt first this was just the occasional word and stroking of Peyton's long dark hair, before the sub got closer to the bottom of the cock, at which point Liv chuckled with delight, \"Yess, mm, that's it! Just a little more, just a little more, just a little more, mm yess! Every inch! That's every single inch of that big dick down your talented little throat. Oh Peyton, you really are the best sub a Dom could ask for. Yes you are, yes you are, oh fuck, ooooooooh yess, mm, suck it! Suck my cock just like that! Ohh yeahhh, good girl. Good little cock sucker! Ooooooooohh yeeess, suck it!\" \n\nWhich mostly made Peyton preen with delight, and suck even more enthusiastically, even though shortly after she reached the base that meant there was no more butt juices to clean. However again, because she was now one of the undead, it was much easier to perform her duties as a sub, so she stayed there for a record amount of time, before starting to bob her head up and down the cock again, which further delighted Mistress Liv. \n\nIt also delighted Peyton, to the point where she almost wished it could have lasted longer. Although technically neither she or Mistress Liv were receiving physical pleasure because of it, so she also kind of welcomed the moment Mistress Liv pulled her lips away from the cock and covered them with her own, so they could share those anal juices with a deep and long kiss. \n\nThen when she finally broke the kiss Liv gently stroked Peyton's face and told her, \"I love you.\" \n\n\"I love you too.\" Peyton grinned, adding after a few long seconds, which Mistress Liv seemed less pleased with, \"And I think I'm going to love being a zombie.\""
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"value": "### Title: Some explanations are in Order by Kraz226\n\n### Tags: Dragon, Dragoness, Leopard, Stallion, Story Progression, Story Series, Transformation\n\n**Characters**\n\n- **Adala**: A blue dragoness who experiences a range of emotions at the beginning of the story. She is in a relationship with Anthony and is concerned about his well-being.\n\n- **Anthony**: A human who is transformed into a dragon. He is in a relationship with Adala and is the prophesied Archon, the ruler of Gaia.\n\n- **Kirie**: A leopardess who cares for Anthony while he is unconscious. She possesses ancient knowledge and is aware of Anthony's destiny as the Archon. She forms a bond with Adala.\n\n- **Ardom**: A large anthropomorphic male stallion who appears in Anthony's mind. He is the former Archon of Gaia and guides Anthony in understanding his new role.\n\n**Plot**\n\nAdala, a blue dragoness, awakens in an unfamiliar cave, experiencing a mix of emotions and remembering her time with her lover, Anthony. She discovers a black dragon sleeping nearby and is greeted by Kirie, a leopardess who tends to the dragon. Kirie reveals that the dragon is Anthony and that he is destined to become the next Archon, the ruler of Gaia. Meanwhile, Anthony awakens in a dark cave and is greeted by Ardom, a large anthropomorphic stallion who reveals that Anthony is in his own mind. Ardom explains that Anthony is the next Archon and possesses the ability to inherit traits from other races through intimacy. Anthony learns that he has transformed into a dragon and that he is destined to rule Gaia. As Anthony awakens in the real world, he finds Adala and Kirie by his side, welcoming him back."
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"value": "Adala could feel many emotions gripping her, embracing her mind. At first, anguish and pain. These were soon replaced by wondrous awe and contemplation. Then, lust and instinctive action. Finally the blue dragoness could feel an immense sense of passion throughout her psyche.\n\nAll these feelings; were they hers?\n\nAdala could feel herself drifting through emotion after emotion, gripping her. She could remember Anthony making love to her, as well as the time they had spent together over the last week or so. She then remembered what had happened to Anthony, and awoke.\n\n \n\nAdala gasped as she swiftly sat up in bed. Her scales were moist with sweat and she was breathing heavily. Adala placed her head in her blue human-like hands, attempting to collect herself. After a brief moment, the dragoness viewed her surroundings. This was obviously not the cave she and Anthony had been occupying. It was furnished as a home would be, with a wardrobe and chest in the corner, as well as a fire pit in the center and wooden desk on the opposite wall. It was large enough to accommodate all of these items (about 60 feet by 70 feet) and still hold the bed she currently occupied, as well as the small sleeping pad in the corner of the room!\n\nAdala lifted herself out of the bed and walked over to said sleeping pad, a rather large bulge lying dormant inside it. Adala neared the bag to see a large black dragon laying underneath its covers.\n\n\"Anthony...?\" Adala silently said as she reached toward the dragon.\n\n\"I wouldn't do that if I were you\" called a nearby voice from behind Adala. The blue dragoness stopped and turned to see a leapordess standing at the entrance of the cave. The leapordess silently walked up to Adala, and knelt beside her next to Anthony. She placed a damp cloth she was carrying over the dragon's head as she knelt. Adala simply looked on; perplexed, to say the least.\n\n\"He looks even better when he's asleep, huh?\" said the leopard as she looked back at Adala.\n\n\"...He?\" stammered Adala as she looked back at the dragon.\n\n\"Yes, this is him\" said the leoparess. Adala immediately looked back at the leopard, deeply confused about several things at the moment.\n\n\"How do you kno-\" Adala began, she was quickly silenced as the leopard lifted a fur-covered finger to the dragoness' lips.\n\n\"All we be revealed in due time\" the leopard quipped.\n\n\"So please, just bare with me for a little while\" she finished. Kirie could feel a deep confusion begin to enclose her mind. Along with that confusion; a feeling of deep concern.\n\nKirie could feel her new iugum, the sharing of her own thoughts and emotions connected with the dragon's. Kirie grinned slightly as the dragoness looked back at her dormant lover. This new bond, this complex joining of fur's minds, it was wonderful to have it once more. Kirie stood and held out a paw to the kneeling dragoness.\n\n\"Come, there is much to explain\" the leopardess said. Adala looked up at the leopardess with a blank stare. She looked back at Anthony one last time, and then took the feline's hand as she lifted herself off of the cave floor. Kirie smiled as she led her new 'sister' towards the outer reaches of the cave.\n\n\"By the way, my name is Kirie\"\n\n \n\nAnthony' eyes flew open as he gasped. He sat up quickly and looked around. He was in a very dark cave, lying in a bed fully clothed in the jeans and t-shirt he had worn the first day on Gaia. He could see no discernible exit to the cave, it's visibility only about 6 feet due to its darkness. Within seconds, Anthony could hear a soft chuckle emanating from somewhere in the surrounding black.\n\n\"Feeling confused, aren't we?\" Anthony could hear a baritone voice say with a loud, booming chuckle. The human turned to see a large anthropomorphic male stallion leave the darkness and stand at the end of the bed. Anthony sat, frozen in fear and confusion as the stallion's muzzle curled in to a grin.\n\n\"Wh-what? Who are you?\" asked the human.\n\n\"Oh yea, I believe some explanations are in order. My name's Ardom.\" answered the stallion.\n\n\"Don't worry, I'm here to help you out\" continued the large stallion as he sat down on the bed as the human sat confused.\n\n\"With what exactly?\" asked Anthony, now not as afraid as he was.\n\n\"Well, how should I put this...\" pondered Ardom out loud. Ardom contemplated how to reveal what Anthony had become to him in a subtle manner. Anthony himself sat in anticipation.\n\n\"You're going to become the next Archon.\"\n\n \n\n\"The next what?\" Adala asked of the leopard sitting across from her. The two fems had exited the cave and were now sitting atop the cliff that enclosed the entrance to Kirie's dwelling.\n\n\"Archon\" repeated Kirie. Kirie sat next to Adala on the cliff. The leopard had waited for this day for ages, and she would make sure both of her new partners knew what their legacy was.\n\n\"It means 'ruler' in the ancient language\" explained Kirie further.\n\n\"Ruler?\" said the blue dragoness.\n\n\"Yes, he shall become the next ruler of Gaia\" said Kirie.\n\n\"What!?\"\n\n \n\n\"You heard me\" said the black stallion to the baffled human.\n\n\"Ho-Wh-WHAT THE HELL?!\" yelled Anthony as he stood up in front of the stallion. The next ruler?!\n\n\"What do you mean?!\" the human asked. Ardom looked up at Anthony and chuckled.\n\n\"What I mean is; you have been granted abilities you've never even dreamed of.\" replied Ardom with a grin. Anthony stood with an extremely confused look on his face. This made no sense what so ever. Here he was, in some pitch black cavern on some foreign planet listening to an anthropomorphic horse tell him he was going to be the ruler of said planet. Anthony simply stood there and looked at Ardom.\n\n\"You don't even realize what's going on as we speak, huh?\" said Ardom.\n\n\"Will you please start making sense!\" yelled Anthony.\n\n\"Adhaeresco\" said Ardom with a wave of his hand. Instantly, Anthony's mouth closed tight, not enabling him to speak.\n\n\"Now will you just listen?!\" Ardom yelled back at the stunned human. Anthony simply nodded quickly, he would not want to make this horse mad by yelling at him (as if he could now anyway).\n\n\"Ok then, sit down\" said the stallion. Anthony did as commanded and sat beside Ardom on the bed.\n\n\"Now, do you know why there are no humans on Gaia?\" asked Ardom. Anthony nodded at the question.\n\n\"Ah, Adala told you didn't she?\" retorted Ardom. Anthony was startled to hear his new lover's name from the stallion. This surprise was detected by Ardom as Anthony instantly snapped to attention at the sound of her name.\n\n\"Don't worry, I'll tell you how I know about her later\" assured Ardom. Anthony warily nodded his head to answer the question.\n\n\"Well, what if I told you there was a specific reason that The Order exterminated the humans?\"\n\n \n\n\"Wait, The Order feared the humans. Didn't they?\" asked Adala.\n\n\"Yes, but not for the reasons you think.\" replied Kirie.\n\n\"There was a very distinct reason that the leaders of The Order feared humans\" continued the leopard.\n\n\"It was because their warriors were powerful and they were one of the central powers in the Republic right?\" asked the dragoness.\n\n\"Correct, but do you know why human warriors were so powerful?\" asked the leopard. Adala shook her head slowly.\n\n\"It's because of a certain 'ability' humans posses\" said Kirie.\n\n\"And what is that?\" asked Adala, who was now intrigued. Kirie looked at Adala deeply.\n\n\"This is a secret that has been guarded for centuries by humans and The Order alike, you must swear never to reveal it to anyone.\" said the leopard with a stoic expression. Adala was taken aback at this unexpected request. It must be some secret, she thought.\n\n\"I swear\" the dragoness replied after several moments of contemplation. Kirie nodded and looked into the distance as she spoke.\n\n\"Humans, have the ability to inherit the traits of any other race\"\n\n\"They can be as strong as a bull, as fast as a cheetah, as graceful as a fox\" the leopard explained. Adala sat dumbstruck. Suddenly, so many things made sense. That was why The Order destroyed the humans, they were more powerful than anyone could have imagined. The Order must have feared them immensely. Humans were the only race that could have opposed their uprising and control of Gaia. However, one thing didn't make sense to Adala.\n\n\"Wait, how do humans acquire the abilities of other races? Runes?\" asked the dragoness. Kirie shook her head silently.\n\n\"Magic?\" Adala asked again. Kirie shook her head again.\n\n\"Well then how?\" Adala said, beginning to become frustrated.\n\n\"Sex\"\n\n \n\nAnthony sat on the side of the bed with his mouth agape. Ardom had released his silence spell moments ago. The stallion had then told Anthony of his \"ability\" and its origin.\n\n\"You-you're kidding, right?\" the human muttered.\n\n\"Heh, yea I was pretty weirded out when I heard about it too\" said Ardom with a short laugh. Anthony looked away from the horse for a moment. He was slightly stunned by this revelation. Anthony then looked back at the horse.\n\n\"So, wait. When a human has sex with another race, that human gets the abilities of that race?\" asked Anthony\n\n\"Bingo, but that's not all\" Ardom answered. Anthony sat and listened intently.\n\n\"Regular humans just get stronger and faster, they don't really change much at all. However, Archons are extremely different\" explained Ardom.\n\n\"H-how?\" asked Anthony. Ardom looked back at the human beside him.\n\n\"Archons can change into whatever race they have intercourse with.\"\n\n \n\n\"WHAT?!\" Adala yelled as she stood up. That couldn't be possible! Even the best magicians in all of Gaia could not transform themselves into other races. The best anyone could muster were illusions that masked their appearance. How could it be plausible to completely change one's very being!\n\n\"You're lying! That can't be true!\" the dragoness yelled, baffled.\n\n\"You saw it happen didn't you?\" retorted Kirie calmly. Adala was instantly still. She recalled the experience with Anthony in the field. The image of him changing into a dragon etched into her mind. Adala sat back down next to Kirie quietly.\n\n\"So...that dragon really is...?\" asked the dragoness.\n\n\"Yes, that was Anthony\" replied the leopard.\n\n\"Is he?\"\n\n\"He'll be fine\"\n\n\"At the moment he should be talking to Ardom.\" continued Kirie.\n\n\"Who?\" asked Adala\n\n \n\n\"Who?\" asked Anthony.\n\n\"Kirie, she's telling Adala everything I'm telling you now\" Ardom answered. Anthony sat still for several moments, trying his best to comprehend what was going on. He looked up then, viewing his surroundings. He then turned to Ardom.\n\n\"Where are we anyway?\" the human asked.\n\n\"Hmm? Oh, we're in your mind right now\" answered Ardom calmly. Anthony's eyes widened as he looked back at Ardom. Before he could ask another question, Ardom spoke.\n\n\"Right now you're lying in a cave that Kirie brought you to. Adala is talking with her right now\" said the stallion.\n\n\"On top of that you're currently a dragon, congrats on getting her to the sack!\" he continued. Anthony sat with a surprised look on his face.\n\n\"One last thing before you wake up; take good care of Kirie would you?\" asked Ardom. As he talked, Ardom seemed to be disappearing, becoming more and more transparent. Anthony sat on the bed and looked at the vanishing figure beside him in a sort of trance. Suddenly, he burst out of the trance just in time to ask Ardom one last question.\n\n\"Wait! How do you know all this?!\" he pleaded. The almost invisible stallion laughed out loud.\n\n\"How do you think?\" said Ardom.\n\n\"You're looking at the former Archon of Gaia!\" he continued. Anthony sat on the bed as Ardom completely disappeared. He sat there in complete and utter disbelief at what was going on.\n\nWhere was he? What was going on? Was this real?\n\nThe human could then feel himself begin to drift, his mind coming back to normality. Suddenly, he could hear two voices. One he did not recognize, and one he couldn't ever forget.\n\n \n\n\"A...A-Adala?\" said the dragon in a raspy tone of voice. Kirie and Adala were kneeling next to the sleeping mass of scales in the cave as he awoke. The dragon's eyelids opened to see two smiling faces. One was a gorgeous leopard who wore a stoic expression. The other, was a grateful sight for him: Adala.\n\n\"Welcome back...\" said the smiling azure dragoness as a single tear rolled off of her muzzle.\n\n\\ #\n\nWell, that's all for this chapter. More things to come soon. Please leave feedback and comments. If anyone has questions or suggestions for the story, please leave them!"
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"value": "### Title: The Pokemon War Part 1 remake 2 by Chakat Tailswisher\n\n### Tags: Action, Death, Pikachu, Pokemon, Violence (Not In Yiff)\n\n### Characters\n\n**Ash**: A determined and adventurous young man, eager to prove his worth and discover legendary Pokémon. He is curious and somewhat impulsive, often leading to both exciting discoveries and dangerous situations.\n\n**Brock**: A more cautious and practical companion to Ash, Brock is experienced in outdoor survival and is often the voice of reason. He has a particular interest in women and is sometimes distracted by them.\n\n**Misty**: A sensitive and caring young woman who is initially part of the group but decides to return to her sisters in Cerulean City. She is skeptical of the mysterious man's story and chooses not to join Ash and Brock on their journey.\n\n**Pikachu**: An anthro and Ash's loyal companion, Pikachu is upset about not being able to accompany Ash on the journey. Pikachu is left in Misty's care.\n\n### Plot\n\nAsh and Brock embark on a treacherous journey to reach a mysterious Pokémon shrine atop Ice Mountain, guided by the tale of a seemingly insane man. The man claims that a legendary Pokémon resides at the shrine and will only reveal itself to those who prove themselves worthy by climbing the mountain without the aid of any Pokémon. Misty, initially part of the group, decides not to join them and returns to her sisters in Cerulean City, taking care of Ash and Brock's Pokémon.\n\nThe journey is arduous, with Ash and Brock facing numerous challenges, including difficult terrain and a sudden, fierce storm. Despite the dangers, they press on, driven by Ash's determination to prove his worth and Brock's practical survival skills. However, their journey takes a dramatic turn when they fall into a frozen lake and are frozen solid, leaving their fate uncertain."
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"value": "The Poke'mon War Part 1: The Beginning Story is copyright Chakat Tailswisher Pokemon copyright Nintendo\n\n This is the last remake to the intro of Pokemon War. I think that this one is the best yet, so I'm going to continue the story using this path. If you don't like it, deal with it. lol.\n\nIt was another cold, snowy day on Ice Mountain. Ash and Brock were climbing the mountain to try and reach the mysterious poke'mon shrine at the top. They had heard about it from a man in a small city they had passed through a while back now. The man had appeared insane and most people were avoiding him. When the man saw Ash, Misty, and Brock he had ran over to them and begged them to listen to what he had to say. Misty being the sensitive girl she was, was willing to hear the man out, Brock wasn't paying much attention to the man as he was staring at the group of teenage girls across the road. Ash didn't like the way the man looked and was a bit cautious, but soon perked up when he heard the man mention a shrine in which a \"legendary poke'mon\" was rumored to live. Even Brock, who was drooling over another group of women walking by, stopped and intently listened to what the man had to say. The man spoke of a strange and mysterious poke'mon no one had ever seen. Then he said that the shrine was on top of an uncharted mountain. The man said that the \"legendary poke'mon\" would only allow someone to see him if the man was worthy of such an honor.\n\nAsh looked questioningly at the others, who stared back with the same look on their faces. The man then said that in order for the man to prove himself worthy, he must not use any poke'mon on the climb up to the shrine, and if he did then the \"legendary poke'mon\" would consider the man weak, and would not let the man see him. \"How do you know all this?\" Ash asked with a slightly curious look on his face. \"Yeah,\" Brock and Misty chimed in together. \"I know,\" the man said, \"because I saw it.\" Everyone had a look of shock on their faces. \"I don't believe you,\" Misty said with a look of distrust on her face. \"Most people don't,\" said the man, \"most people think I'm crazy, but I saw it. I did! You have to believe me. I'm telling the truth!\" Misty still didn't believe him. Ash and Brock looked at each other then at Misty. \"Where is the mountain?\" asked Ash. Brock then pulled out his map from his backpack and gave it to the man. The man pointed out Blackthorn City. He then told them that the mountain was far from city towards the north.\n\nHe told them it would be better to stop in the city and gather supplies there because it would take a few months to reach the mountain and get back. Ash and Brock had decided to go for it while Misty on the other hand didn't believe him and decided to go back to her sisters in Cerulean City while Ash and Brock went on the long trek to the supposed shrine. Misty agreed to come back and meet them back in the city in about 3 months. Misty agreed to look after Ash and Brock's poke'mon while they were gone. Pikachu didn't like not getting to go with Ash and was quite angry. Ash and Brock gathered all the supplies they thought they might need and started out on long hike to the mountain. Misty waved good-bye along with Pikachu and then went to take Ash and Brock's poke'mon to Professor Oak in Pallet Town. Misty decided to stop by and see Mrs. Ketchum as well. Misty had made it to Cerulean City and had told her sisters about the man and what he had told them. She also told them about how Ash and Brock went in search of the shrine. Misty's sisters didn't believe what the man had said either. Misty told her sisters that she still had to take Ash and Brock's poke'mon to Professor Oak and set off towards Pallet Town.\n\nAsh and Brock had been gone for about a month now and had started their ascent up the mountain. \"This is it Brock,\" Ash said, \"This is our chance to prove how good we are.\" \"Yeah, the ladies will swarm around me when I tell them about this,\" Brock said with a wistful look in his eyes. Ash just rolled his eyes and continued climbing. Ash had never been rock climbing before so Brock was ahead of him, even though Brock had never done it before either. \"This is a lot harder than I thought it would be,\" Ash said. \"Don't tell me your whimping out now,\" Brock replied with a smirk on his face. \"You wish,\" Ash snapped back, \"I'm just not used to this.\" \"Me too, but you don't see me complaining about how difficult this climb is,\" Brock replied. That was all that needed to be said. They both understood perfectly. The rest of they way up the small cliff face near the bottom of the mountain was done in silence. When they reached a medium sized indent on the cliff face they stopped for the night. Brock made a fire while Ash set up the tents. Brock made soup for their supper and afterwards they both sat around the fire.\n\n\"Man, are my feet sore!\" Brock exclaimed. When he had taken his climbing boots off. \"I thought you said that I'm the one who complains too much,\" Ash said with a large grin on his face, \"and here you are moaning about how your feet hurt.\" \"Haha Ash, very funny,\" Brock said with a slight smirk on his face as he looked up at Ash. \"I thought it was,\" Ash said right before they both burst out laughing. After a while they got into their tents and went to sleep. They had a big day of climbing ahead of them. It was chilly when they woke up. \"Hey Ash, are you awake?\" Brock said in the direction of Ash's tent. \"Huh, what...uh, yeah I'm up,\" Ash said, still groggy. When Ash was finally awake Brock made a small breakfast before they both started to take down their camp. Ash grabbed the two coats they had bought in Blackthorn City and gave one to Brock. When they were both ready for the climb, Brock took the lead again, and they were off. It was slow going but it was easier. \"I'm tired of this. Let's go the faster way Brock,\" Ash said. \"It's too dangerous Ash, and besides we're almost to the top, and that means that we're going to get hit by a lot of snow,\" Brock said wisely. Ash, being his normal stubborn self, argued that if they went the fast way they could get through the snow quicker, but Brock said that if they went that way it would be more dangerous, that they could fall off the side of the mountain. Ash won the fight after about a half an hour of arguing.\n\nAsh took the lead and veered off to the left of the path they had originally been taking. This path was very narrow, but it went around the landslide of rocks that they would have had to climb on the other path. Ash was careful, but not careful enough. He tripped over a root and fell over the edge of the path. Brock saw what had just happened and grabbed the nearest thing to him, a small pine tree. Brock braced himself for what was about to come. The climbing rope that was attached to both of them in case they did fall was short and so Brock didn't have much time before the force of the rope becoming taught hit him, and boy did it hit him. It just about knocked him off the side, as well. \"God Ash, your heavier than you look!\" Brock thought as the rope connecting the two was wrapped around his waist. \"Hey! Ash, are you alright?\" Brock asked after he had recovered his breath. Ash was okay, although he had had the wind knocked out of him from the jolt, and couldn't answer right away. \"Yeah...I'm ok!\" Ash said, coughing. Brock pulled Ash back up over the edge. As they started to head up the path that lead further up the mountain, the weather suddenly turned for the worst. \"It looks like a storm is on the way Ash,\" Brock said as the wind started to pick up. \"Let's try and find somewhere to set up camp before it gets to bad,\" Ash said.\n\nThat's when the storm appeared. It was fierce; it whipped the snow up in their faces like needles. It also stopped them dead in their tracks. They could literally not see five feet in front of them. \"How did this storm appear so fast?\" Ash asked over the roar of the wind. \"I don't know,\" Brock yelled over the steadily increasing wind and falling snow, \"It just came out of nowhere.\" It was true that they couldn't see very far in front of them, but the fear of freezing to death was something that they didn't want to come true. So, the two cold, and hungry in Ash's case, set off slowly through the hastily deepening snow. Brock almost fell off on a few occasions, but they managed not to fall off the path. After about a half an hour of slowly treading through the snowy path they came to a clearing. \"Let's stop here,\" Brock said. The clearing they had found was flat and had no trees around it. Ash and Brock had just started to take off their backpacks and set up camp, when suddenly they heard a cracking sound. Ash and Brock froze, standing completely still. The sound started growing louder and then suddenly it stopped. \"What was that?\" Ash asked. \"I don't know,\" Brock replied. Ash started to say something else when suddenly the ground beneath them gave way. They fell into a freezing cold lake. They had been on top of the frozen sheet of ice covering the lake. Ash and Brock tried to get out of the water, but they couldn't. Almost immediately Ash and Brock were frozen solid. The storm and lake combined had been cold enough to freeze them both into solid blocks of ice.\n\nThe End for now."
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"value": "### Title: Revenge Can Wait by Ciriaxis Draconis\n\n### Tags: Anal, Coyote, Docking, Domination/Submission, M/M, M/M, Oral, Spooge, Threesome, Werewolf, Wolf\n\n### Characters\n\n**Ta'hrekk** is a maroon-furred coyote and the protagonist of the story. He is driven by a desire to avenge his parents, who were killed by a behemoth, not the lycan werewolves as he initially thought. Ta'hrekk is also depicted as having a complex relationship with Rjeyk and Kreivan, involving intimate and dominant encounters.\n\n**Rjeyk** is a snow-white wolf with a muscular build and distinctive black markings. He is a close companion of Ta'hrekk and shares his desire for revenge against the behemoth. Rjeyk is also shown to have a playful and dominant personality, engaging in intimate activities with both Ta'hrekk and Kreivan.\n\n**Kreivan** is a blue werewolf with a shaggy black mane and a muscular physique. He is portrayed as a more mysterious figure, living in a cavern filled with unusual decor and human artifacts. Kreivan has a complex relationship with Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk, involving dominance and submission, and he possesses a strong, recuperative medicine in his water bath.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe narrative begins with Ta'hrekk reliving a traumatic memory from his past, where his parents were killed, and he was taken in by a coyote who warned him about lycan werewolves. However, Ta'hrekk knows that the true enemy is the behemoth. He wakes up in a mysterious cavern, surrounded by unusual decor and lanterns, and realizes he has been sexually involved with Rjeyk, a snow-white wolf, and Kreivan, a blue werewolf.\n\nTa'hrekk explores the cavern, discovering it is adorned with human artifacts and unusual writings. He finds a hot water bath containing a powerful aphrodisiac, which he mistakenly drinks, leading to a heightened state of arousal. Rjeyk enters the scene, and the two engage in a dominant and intimate encounter, culminating in a passionate and explicit sexual act.\n\nKreivan returns to find Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk in a compromising position. The two overpower Kreivan, chaining him and subjecting him to a series of dominant and intimate acts. Kreivan, despite his initial resistance, becomes aroused and participates in the encounter. The story concludes with Kreivan planning his revenge, determined to regain control over Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk."
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"value": "Revenge Can Wait Notes: Again, I'm too lazy to thoroughly edit this. Sorry if there are a lot of random mistakes. Hopefully it won't interrupt the reader's flow D 3rd chapter to the series. Enjoy! Fires burned, singeing left and right. The sweltering heat from the flames blurred the cub's vision, desperately seeking his parents. The deafening roar of the lycan werewolf reverberated throughout the burning village; his shadow displaying his head high in the air with his arms outstretched, his mane blowing in the night wind. A coyote picked up the bewildered cub into her loving arms, whispering her firm, yet silky voice into his ear. \"Stay away from the lycan werewolves! They're menaces. Don't worry little one, I will take you away to safety from their wrath\" the coyote said. The cub didn't feel anger like he did before. Like he was supposed to. She was oblivious of the secret pact between the high members of their pack with the lycan werewolves. They weren't the enemies, the behemoth were. Suddenly, a beastly figure shadowed over the cub. He only stared at the enemy, his eyes enraged with absolute vehemence. The behemoth snarled at the cub before snatching the cub with his teeth violently. - Ta'hrekk rapidly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly. Sweat trickled down his maroon face as he frantically turned his head in every direction to scan the surroundings. 'A nightmare,' Ta'hrekk thought, 'a strange one indeed'. It was a modified memory of the day his parents were slaughtered, except he had the knowledge that the lycan werewolves did not kill them; the behemoth did. 'I will surely revenge my parents.' He was on a familiar bed that fit oddly with the dark, mysterious cavern around him. Lanterns lined the rock walls with only a single dresser that stood near the doorway that led outside the room. The coyote tried to remember where he was and why, until he saw a splash of white liquid on the wall behind him, as well as crumpled sheets that looked soaked, laid on the floor beside him. The far left of the room were shackles that once held the maroon canine earlier. Ta'hrekk felt sore around his rump as tingling sensations traversing like electricity back and forth through his rectal walls. His memory flickered in. Both the snow wolf and the blue werewolf had sodomized him the night before; one filling him with his glory, the other soaking his fur with his brand of seed. Ta'hrekk groomed himself, still tasting the magnificent mix of all three of their liquids. He figured he fell asleep before washing himself. With Rjeyk and Kreivan were nowhere to be seen, Ta'hrekk got out of the bed, feeling a warm fluid trickle out of his hole that trickled heavily on the floor. 'Great,' he thought, 'I really have to wash myself now. Damn, that werewolf really fucked himself dry, filling me to the brim'. The coyote slowly peeked out of the room, only wearing string around his waist with a tawny-furred cloth that wrapped around his underside. 'Kreivan probably did that while I was sleeping.' The living room was even stranger than the bedroom. It didn't seem to suit the lifestyle of a typical werewolf. Lanterns surrounded the circular room with an unusual type of writing painted on the wall. The center of the room laid a large Persian rug with its symmetrical collage of flowers and symbols sewn meticulously together. Leather couches surrounded the centerpiece with a marble fireplace at one side. A medieval type kitchen was openly to Ta'hrekk's left with a stove, cupboards, and a fridge. The room had a horrible décor as the themes clashed heterogeneously together. The coyote looked at a picture on the fridge: a human family. 'No wonder. It seems Kreivan has done some professional stealing.' Ta'hrekk was parched. He walked to the kitchen looking for something warm to drink in the chilly room. During his scouting adventures, Ta'hrekk often watched the interesting humans use their technology in daily life. The tools they used were fascinating, yet life would still be possible without them, which was why most anthropomorphs stuck to a traditional way of living. Rummaging through the covers, the thirsty coyote found a hot water bath used in scientific experiments. 'This werewolf is odder than I imagined,' Ta'hrekk chuckled to himself as he opened the bath to reveal several cups of liquid kept warm by the water. He opened the fridge to pour himself a glass of cow's milk before placing it in the bath to warm it up. 'If Kreivan really likes human technology, I wonder why he doesn't have a microwave,' Ta'hrekk wondered as he saw a magazine in front of him on the counter. It had the title Playboy printed large on the cover. Heh, that explains how Kreivan gets his mass loads of stored semen from. Ta'hrekk chuckled as he turned the pages of the magazine, learning much about the human female anatomy. He mindlessly grabbed a warm flask out of the water bath boiling beside him and swigged its contents while staring sheepishly at the images. It tasted sweet and viscous, warming Ta'hrekk's insides. 'Oh shit.' He had picked up the wrong flask. He had just swallowed a nice cup of werewolf cum. The effects of the natural aphrodisiac struck Ta'hrekk hard, his eyes dilating and his mouth salivating. Suddenly wanting more, the coyote chugged another glass of the thick, white substance, licking his lips greedily. 'Control yourself. Don't get aroused again'. His hopes were miserably shattered. \"Hey Ta'hrekk, you know where the towels are? I just took a shower and Kreivan seemed to have misplaced them. He's out looking for herbal medicine for our journey by the way. I've decided. I'm going with you to whoop those sonf-a-bitch behemoth. Revenge is a dish best shared cold\" the snow-white wolf winked as he continued to drip water all over the floor, \"after Kreivan comes back, we'll set off. I know Ciriansis pretty well, so I'll help you find their hideout. Eh? What's wrong?\" The coyote hung his mouth agape, his tongue panting out of his mouth. He was looking directly at Rjeyk's crotch which hung tightly wrapped in a jaguar-furred loincloth. The wolf stood in front of the door to the bathing room, his white fur soaked head to toe with water. He did not have his usually headdress on or his necklaces, though the black markings on his chest, face, arms, and legs glistened from his muscular body in the candlelight. Rjeyk noticed white liquid lined around Ta'hrekk's maw. 'Oh shit.' The maroon coyote hurled himself towards the Rjeyk, as the wolf frantically dashed forward to retrieve his staff with hopes of freezing the horny Ta'hrekk. Instead, he was tackled hard onto the carpet, a menacing looking coyote firmly pinning down the helpless wolf. Rjeyk struggled to writhe himself out of Ta'hrekk's grip before noticing a flask held tightly by his dominator. Rjeyk froze. \"Ta'hrekk...put that down.\" He begged. The coyote began grinding his bulge against Rjeyk's, awarded with small moans from the wolf. While Rjeyk's mouth was open, Ta'hrekk quickly shoved the mouth of the flask into the wolf's muzzle, pouring its thick contents. Rjeyk refused to swallow. Ta'hrekk then slid his bulging loincloth sharply up Rjeyk's, forcing a gasp from the wolf. Rjeyk began choking as the werewolf seed slid uncomfortably down his throat. Ta'hrekk rubbed down Rjeyk's throat, soothing the white wolf as he began to obediently drink the thick liquid. Ta'hrekk impatiently ripped both loincloths off of both of them as Rjeyk's deep, blue eyes began to lighten its shade and dilate. The coyote thrust his sheath, grinding it along with Rjeyk's. The repeated motions quickly made their cocks emerge from its hiding, erect and already dribbling with pre. \"Let's try something different.\" Ta'hrekk panted, stroking Rjeyk's cock slowly beneath him. The wolf only growled seductively in agreement. Ta'hrekk grabbed his own member, guiding its tip around Rjeyk's sheath end, smearing pre around it. He then slowly pushed forward into the wolf's furry sheath. Rjeyk moaned as his sheath stretched to accommodate the thickness of the coyote above him. Ta'hrekk carefully guided Rjeyk's wolfmeat into his sheath, its tip spewing pre around the base of his cock. Ta'hrekk shoved his pelvis forward, deepening both shafts within each other's sheaths. He rocked back and forth, feeling his malehood slide tightly with Rjeyk's length, the tight sheath wrapping hungrily around his cock. Rjeyk moaned in pleasure as he continuously felt the swollen tip touch the base of his penis, then sliding itself up along his shaft. Ta'hrekk closed his eyes tightly while he fucked the wolf's sheath underneath him, watching both cocks disappear and reappear, in and out of each other's sheaths. The grinding and the tightness of Rjeyk's sheath was too much for Ta'hrekk, giving one last growl of pleasure before releasing warm, thick coyote cum into Rjeyk's sheath. With each repeated shot of the syrupy seed, more of it displaced out of Rjeyk and onto the outside and his furry balls. The warmth around Rjeyk's base encouraged the wolf to thrust himself upwards, deep into Ta'hrekk's sheath before the pleasure erupted in his loins. Long streams of wolf cum erupted from Rjeyk's cock deep into his mate. Gravity forced the fluid to dribble down both cocks, covering more of Rjeyk's testicles with semen. Both canines panted a bit, before Ta'hrekk lifted himself further up Rjeyk, straddling his knees on both sides of the wolf's waist. He reached back and wrapped his paw around the wet member behind him, teasing stroking it up and down. \"Ready for round two?\" Ta'hrekk asked. Rjeyk nodded as he held Ta'hrekk by the waist, guiding him over his erect wolfhood. The coyote lovingly slid his paw up and down his mate's muscular chest as he continued to lower himself until he felt the tip touch his ass. Ta'hrekk smiled before lowering himself further, the shaft penetrating his insides. Rjeyk moaned as his cock was slowly disappearing within Ta'hrekk, his walls gripping his throbbing meat as it found its way deeper and deeper until his knot touched his lover's ass. Ta'hrekk wagged his tail high in pleasure and began lifting himself up and down on top of Rjeyk, tightening then loosing his sphincters repeatedly as the thick rod pumped in and out of his ass. With his hands tightly gripping Ta'hrekk 's hips, Rjeyk guided his furry friend up and down his wolfmeat, the tightening walls sent waves of pleasure down his pole. \"Ride me Ta'hrekk. Ride me hard!\" the wolf begged. Ta'hrekk obeyed and quickened his pace up and down the cock below him. The paws around his waist guided his movements rhythmically while he began masturbating furiously with his right paw in sync with his oscillating motion. His ass collided with Rjeyk's balls hard, echoing loud, slapping noises that incessantly filled the air. Ta'hrekk rode Rjeyk hard like a tailraising slut. He gripped the shaft within him firmly as he moved faster and faster up and down while stroking his own. The feeling of wildly riding thick wolf cock sent Ta'hrekk over the edge, ejaculating another round of his warm seed directly on to Rjeyk's face, then trickled down onto the wolf's furry chest. Ta'hrekk collapsed forward, his arms weakly trying to hold himself up. Rjeyk simply licked his muzzle followed with a deep kiss. \"I'll finish myself for you.\" He whispered. Rjeyk's paws slid down the coyote's body, then around to his ass. Pulling his cheeks wide, he thrust his pelvis upward, his cock digging itself deep into Ta'hrekk's anus. The rectal walls tightened in surprise as Rjeyk struggled to pull out of Ta'hrekk's ass, then thrust upward again, his cock quickly burrowing itself into the panting coyote. Rjeyk quickly accelerated his pelvic thrusts, feeling his thick meat enveloped tightly by the warms walls around it. In and out, in and out. The thick shaft penetrating the hole between the spread ass cheeks again and again, Rjeyk's balls slapping wildly upon contact with Ta'hrekk's ass. The coyote rocked back and forth contrary to the wolf's thrusts, sliding his anus over the throbbing shaft. Rjeyk finally felt his climax approach, which made him thrust his full penis all the way up Ta'hrekk's ass, then nearly all the way down with his head still within the anal sphincters. Panting heavily, the tight, smooth flesh around his malehood stimulated it to its peak as Rjeyks wildly fucked in and out of Ta'hrekk's ass. His cock then sloppily popped out, ejaculating streams of wolf cum up onto Ta'hrekk's back, some falling directly down onto his thickness. Ta'hrekk grabbed the twitching shaft behind him, guiding it to his hole before more shots of wolf seed splattered on the coyote's inner walls. Ta'hrekk felt the familiar warm feeling of semen leaking out of his ass, coating the wolf's red meat with his own seed. Just then, a blue werewolf appeared at the doorway, his muscular body stood tall accompanied by the shagginess of his black mane. He was content with his tail wagging, holding the necessary plants to produce medicine for Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk to use if an emergency rises during their journey. Kreivan suddenly frowned at the sight ahead of him in the middle of the room. The two were licking each other's muzzle affectionately, their bodies touched. White droplets soaked the expensive (but stolen) carpet, above it leaked Ta'hrekk's ass with Rjeyk's penis still inside. Emptied flasks lay around the couple. 'Oh shit.' Both of them looked directly at Kreivan with their brightened, dilated eyes. Ta'hrekk quickly moved off of Rjeyk on all fours, his now unplugged ass leaking more semen. Rjeyk turned around and went on all fours as well, following Ta'hrekk as both of them crawled savagely towards the stunned werewolf, growling seductively. 'Such a powerful recovering medicine gone to arouse two young canines. My seed isn't just an aphrodisiac...it's like Viagra...' Kreivan thought as he backed slowly away from the horny beats. Ta'hrekk's nimbleness surprised the werewolf as he tackled him down onto his front, biting his neck with his fangs. Kreivan roared in pain before turning his head around to see Rjeyk pulling out chains and shackles, his fur still slightly wet from his shower. 'He can't find towels, yet he found my chains.' Rjeyk chained the pinned werewolf around the ankles, wrist, tail and neck, attaching most of them to the wall. He managed to tie the shackle around his tail to the top of the fridge, lifting it up high to expose the werewolf's fine hole. \"You two will regret doing this to me.\" Kreivan threatened. Rjeyk laughed. \"We know, but for now, we're gonna enjoy ourselves upon you. You'll get us later, but now you are our slave.\" He knelt in front of Kreivan's face, guiding his erect member to lightly slap it tauntingly. Kreivan helplessly sniffed the wolf cock in front of him; the musk uncontrollably aroused his own member from hiding hanging erect underneath him. He felt a warm paw wrap itself firmly around it, the stroking pace already hastened. \"Be gentle on him Ta'hrekk. He hasn't had anything up his ass, yet.\" Rjeyk winked. He was right. Kreivan usually did the mounting, whether on a male or female. 'Oh I will get them back for this,' he thought to himself before feeling the warm shaft tip circling his ass before plunging himself deep. Kreivan roared loudly as the thick shaft began to slide in and out of him, lubricated only by its owner's seminal lubricant. \"Silence him.\" Ta'hrekk growled dominately. Rjeyk thrust forward, his meat inserting itself deep into Kreivan's maw, the whole length surrounded by his salivating mouth. His roar was almost completely muffled, choking slightly as Ta'hrekk rested his left paw on his tailbone, pushing it back to guide the werewolf's body back and forth. The other paw continued to heat up Kreivan's cock under him, stroking the length feverishly and expertly. \"Let's play a game,\" Rjeyk said as his cock rested in the warmth of the werewolf's mouth. Ta'hrekk looked up, but he continued to pound Kreivan's ass from behind. \"If you don't make me cum in your mouth and swallow all of it without wasting a drop before cumming yourself, we'll you'll have to start over with us switching places. If you win, it's over. Ta'hrekk smiled. Just the sound of the game excited him. He now focused his energy in rubbing the throbbing black shaft under him, using his entire repertoire masturbation techniques one after the other to pleasure the werewolf to a quick climax. The coyote still fucked Kreivan wildly, the satisfying feeling of his tightly-wrapped cock pushing in and out of the werewolf's ass as his balls slapped against the smooth, large pair belonging to the dominated werewolf. Kreivan muttered groans of pain and pleasure. As his virgin tailhole was invaded by the coyote behind him, the expert paw used its main digits to rub the top of his malehood, the thumb concentrating its pressure on the pre-spewing tip. Kreivan resisted the ultimate pleasure gathering in his loins and savagely mouth the whole, throbbing cock in front of him. Rjeyk moaned as he looked down to watch his wolfmeat taken whole by the beast below him. Kreivan bobbed his head back and forth quickly, trying to climax the white wolf before his own. He tightened his lips around the pre-covered tip, milking it like a cub before sliding his head back down the shaft and up again, his lips touching the white cock fur and balls. Rjyek petted Kreivan's mane lovingly, guiding his head back and forth over his swelling member. The wolf's penis occasionally popped out of his mouth, dripping with saliva. Kreivan frantically tried to wrap his tongue around the tip to draw it back into his mouth, but his attempts only led his to lap the underside of Rjeyk's cock. Rjeyk smiled and shifted his knees forward to help the poor werewolf. He began thrusting contrary to Kreivan's bobbing motions with his head, his shaft sliding in and out of his mouth. Ta'hrekk continued to feel the hot rectal walls around his cock slide vigorously on his shaft as he pumped back and forth, almost pulling the shaft fully out of Kreivan's ass before slamming the whole thing back into its warm home. The coyote now used his wrist to twist his paw around Kreivan's black shaft, before focusing his index digit and thumb to gently squeeze the tip, using the other digits to rub the rest of his length. Being disadvantaged for not cumming yet, Kreivan moaned with his mouth full of wolf meat before exploding ropes of his hot seed onto the ground, splattering droplets messily around the main pool. He released his grip around the cock in his mouth slightly to gasp in pleasure, before it was quickly occupied again when Rjeyk shoved it back into the warm orifice. Ta'hrekk howled as the Kreivan's tight anus convulsed because of his pleasure, sending ripples of contractions along his invading cock. The rectal walls vibrated perfectly around the thick meat, as Ta'hrekk drove his cock one final time, hard into Kreivan. The werewolf felt jets of the viscous, hot liquid spurting violently inside him, filling his rectum slowly with coyote seed. Ta'hrekk held his position deep within Kreivan, salvaging the aftermath of his orgasm before pulling his cock out with a loud slurp, spilling semen all over the floor. Rjeyk pulled out as well, saliva and pre glistened from his dick. \"1 point for us. Time to switch!\" The canines traded positions: Ta'hrekk's cock hung semi-erect in front of Kreivan's mouth, while Rjeyk's was still hard as he rimmed its tip around the werewolf's ass. He inserted the first few inches in, the shaft easily sliding along the cum-lubed walls of Kreivan's ass. The feeling of the used tailhole further aroused the white wolf, feeling Ta'hrekk's warm cum still coated within. After inserting his whole length into Kreivan's hole, their balls touched as Rjeyk wrapped his paw around the black shaft below and rubbed it robustly back and forth the entire length. Meanwhile, All Kreivan could do was to lap the cum-coated cock in front of him, as Ta'hrekk teasingly kept some distance between them to make the werewolf panic. \"Tell me you want it bad, like a horny slut you are.\" The coyote growled. Kreivan begged. He had to end this now. \"I want to milk you master. Please give me your milk so I can hungrily drink it.\" Ta'hrekk grinned and moved closer as he looked down to see the werewolf mouth his whole malehood, swirling the semi-erect meat around his mouth trying to award a throbbing erection. Successful, Kreivan suckled the length like a cub, shifting his head back and forth, up and down along Ta'hrekk's shaft. \"I'll help you this round.\" Ta'hrekk snickered. Holding his paws firmly around the werewolf's thick mane, the coyote began to quickly hump the oral orifice of his slave, the lips tightening in hunger as his cock slipped in and out of Kreivan's mouth. He began to match his rhythm with Rjeyk's thrusting, drugging the coyote in ecstasy as he felt the tight, wet maw hungrily accepting his length with his tongue lapping his cock slit. Being near-climaxed after being sucked, Rjeyk quickly reached his orgasm from slamming Kreivan's ass hard. His howl ricocheted off the cavern walls as his furry testicles slapped one last time against Kreivan's before tightening up. Rjeyk's hot cum flowed through his penis before spilling out into the werewolf's ass, the muscle pumping his seed deep, mixing the brands of semen together along Kreivan's anal walls. Under the bliss of pleasure, Rjeyk slowed slightly on Kreivan's shaft, giving him catch up time to make Ta'hrekk cum. \"Mmm...this werewolf is tight!\" Rjeyk laughed as he quickened his pace again around Kreivan's cock. In panic, the werewolf tried to resist the already-building pleasure in his loins. He puckered his lips while the throbbing shaft thrust into his mouth automatically and willingly, back and forth. After a few minutes, both canines moaned in harmony; their cocks began to twitch, surging waves of pleasure along the shaft. Ta'hrekk came first, exploding the remains of his depleted nutsack into Kreivan's mouth. This is my chance, he thought, but he was wrong. The flow of cum into his mouth was much faster than the flow of cum down his throat. As a result, a rivulet of semen drizzled out of Kreivan's mouth from overflow. He licked his lips quickly, trying to cover it up, but Rjeyk had already seen it. \"Guess you don't want to finish, eh Kreivan?\" Rjeyk teased as he successfully jacked Kreivan off with more precious werewolf seed filling the pool below them. The game continued on for hours and hours of sucking, fucking, hand jobs, and domination as Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk constantly switched places. Kreivan continued to cum much to fast as expert paws rubbed his loins. He also couldn't take the full load of ejaculation, leading to wasted droplets of white liquid that flowed out of his mouth. Finally, Kreivan found luck. His suckling mouth milked all of Ta'hrekk's coyote seed down his throat, leaving nothing left over. Panting, Ta'hrekk sat down tiredly before licking his sensitive member back into his sheath. Right after, Rjeyk felt his member twitch, as well as the one below him with his paw wrapped around it. Both of them groaned with pleasure in unison, firing their last of their seed from their depleted testicles. Rjeyk fell backward panting heavily as he watched Kreivan's cock drizzling his cum onto the ground. \"L...looked like you finally won this round Kreivan.\" Rjeyk said, licking his member back into its sheathed home as well. Kreivan growled. \"Beware. Dominating me is never a good idea. You two will suffer tomorrow.\" Both Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk laughed. \"Sure, you go do that. But for now, how does it feel to be emasculated and submissive to our demands?\" Ta'hrekk smirked. Kreivan only grunted as both of them fell asleep silently around him. He began to gnaw on the chains; his teeth were sharp enough to cut metal. 'Once they wake up, I will be on control of them. No one does that to me in my home.' He smiled. Both Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk snoring, Kreivan continued to gnaw the metal, planning how he's going to sodomize the pair tomorrow."
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"value": "### Title: Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 03\n\n### Tags: gay novella, gay cowboy, gay rural, gay anal sex, gay oral sex, hairy, twinks, rimming, masturbation, first times\n\n### Characters\n\n**Mitch McRichards**: One of the main characters, Mitch is a hardworking rancher who is deeply in love with his husband, Darrin. He is committed, passionate, and has a strong physical presence. Mitch is also quite emotional and can be temperamental, especially when feeling helpless or frustrated.\n\n**Darrin McRichards**: The other main character, Darrin is Mitch's husband and equally committed to their relationship. He is caring, supportive, and patient, especially when dealing with Mitch's emotional outbursts. Darrin is also resourceful and proactive, taking initiative to improve their living situation and support Mitch during his recovery.\n\n**Josh**: A young man who lives with Mitch and Darrin. He is emotionally invested in their relationship and is deeply affected by Mitch's accident. Josh is respectful and helpful, often assisting Darrin in caring for Mitch during his recovery.\n\n**Doug Parker**: A neighbor who offers help and support after Mitch's accident. He is portrayed as kind and understanding, contrasting with his mother's more conservative views.\n\n**Sheriff Jim White Cloud**: The local sheriff who helps Darrin gain access to Mitch in the hospital. He is authoritative and empathetic, using his influence to support Darrin and Mitch during a difficult time.\n\n### Plot\n\nMitch and Darrin, a committed and loving couple, begin their day with an intimate morning routine, highlighting their deep emotional and physical connection. Their peaceful morning is disrupted when Mitch goes out to check on the south pasture and suffers a severe accident, falling down a creek embankment with his horse, Storm. Darrin and Josh, realizing something is wrong, quickly organize a search and eventually find Mitch unconscious and badly injured.\n\nDarrin and Josh rush Mitch to the hospital, where they face bureaucratic challenges due to their relationship not being recognized as immediate family. With the help of Sheriff Jim White Cloud, Darrin gains access to Mitch and learns about the extent of his injuries, which include a concussion and multiple leg fractures. Mitch undergoes surgery and begins a long road to recovery, during which Darrin and Josh provide unwavering support, despite Mitch's occasional frustration and emotional outbursts. Darrin even surprises Mitch with a new, handicap-accessible shower to make his recovery more comfortable, showcasing his deep care and love for Mitch."
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"value": "*There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom.* \n\n \n\nMitch woke slowly, predawn light filtering through the window shades. He had awakened with his face buried against Darrin's neck. He always enjoyed how Darrin smelled, a wonderful combination of musky earthiness and aroma of his bath soap. Mitch inhaled deeply, held it, and then slowly exhaled. Darrin's scent was a stronger stimulant for him than any drugs. He inhaled again, enjoying the curling tendrils of pheromones that assaulted his brain. He tilted his head slightly and kissed the back of Darrin's neck, getting a slight taste of masculinity with each touch of his lips. Mitch lost himself in exploration of his husband, focused on the smells and tastes that he was finding. He was jerked from his musings when Darrin spoke. \n\n\"I love it when you do that,\" said Darrin with a rumble. \n\nMitch reached up and kissed along Darrin's ear. \"I love how you smell in the morning.\" \n\nDarrin chuckled as he turned to Mitch. \"Aren't you the lover that makes fun of me when I say you smell yummy.\" \n\nMitch laughed, pressed his lips against Darrin's and then separated slowly. \"I better be your only lover; and you like me when I'm ripe and sweaty. That's not the same thing at all.\" \n\nDarrin smiled and stretched, \"It's nectar of the gods, you know.\" \n\n\"Hmm, maybe I need to find some of that shit,\" said Mitch. He smiled and then disappeared under the covers. Mitch kissed along Darrin's bare torso and ran his hands through Darrin's groin, enjoying the textures he found. Taking Darrin's rapidly hardening cock in his fist, Mitch squeezed its stiffening shaft and then slapped it against his scruffy face. Moving back slightly, Mitch pressed his lips against the expanding tip of Darrin's glans, and sucked. The clear juice that flowed into his mouth elicited a small sigh. As he moved to take the now stiff cock in his mouth, the sheet lifted and Darrin's smiling face was framed against the white background. \n\n\"Come up here, sexy. I wanna make out with my handsome man,\" said Darrin. \n\nMitch crawled upward, letting his body glide over Darrin as he moved closer. With their hard cocks sliding over each other, Mitch sighed and enjoyed the sensations of their crotches grinding together. For several long minutes he enjoyed the heady feeling of their hard cocks interacting before moving higher. Their bodies intertwined, he took Darrin's face in his hands and kissed him passionately. Their heated kisses continued as time unwound, building their levels of desire. The precum leaking from their now steel-hard cocks created a slickly coated tangle of manhood. Mitch pinned Darrin under him and started humping his torso. The coarse hair rubbing against the tender underside of his dick sent waves of ecstasy through Mitch's body. He let out a loud moan as he felt his orgasm gathering. With one last hard push against Darrin, his balls emptied their content. The hot semen raced through his system, his body tensing and his cock convulsing between them. Mitch was overwhelmed with sensations as his dick belched out huge quantities of cum. By the time the last wave emptied from Mitch's body, he was spent and collapsed onto Darrin. \n\n\"Oh shit,\" said Mitch between gasps of air. \"That was damn good!\" \n\nDarrin smirked and ran his hands down Mitch's back and over his hairy ass. \"One of us is not finished...\" \n\nMitch smiled and wrapped his hand around Darrin's dripping wet cock. He slowly teased Darrin with the first few strokes and then began rapidly pumping his steely member. Darrin's legs were soon trembling as his orgasm barreled from his nuts. Mitch's hand continued its rapid dance over his cock, Darrin's body locked and his feet curled as the first volley erupted from his cock. Watery cum squirted out in thick streams that added to the pool of jizz already coating him. As the last tremors shook him violently, Mitch striped the last bit of cum from Darrin's cock. Sucking the juice into his mouth, he relished the pungent reward. \n\nMitch lay against Darrin and cuddled, relishing the feeling of cum thinning and slowly trickling off their bodies. Darrin kissed Mitch gently and looked at the results of their lovemaking. \n\n\"As much as I'd love to cuddle with you all day, I think we need to clean up,\" said Darrin. \n\n\"Yeah,\" said Mitch, leaning in for a kiss. \"I have to ride that south pasture again. Those steers are just aching for another hole to get out. Besides, I haven't had a chance to take Storm out since we brought 'em back from my parents. He and Lady haven't been rode enough and are kinda lazy.\" \n\nDarrin laughed as he sat up on the side of the bed, his feet hitting the hardwood floors. \"Well, your mother spoiled them. They didn't get that much attention when we had them at school.\" \n\nMitch nodded in agreement and headed to the shower while Darrin cleaned first himself and then stripped the bed. Soon they switched roles and between the two of them any evidence of their early morning tryst was eliminated. They chatted about what needed to be accomplished during the weekend while they ate breakfast. Once they finished breakfast, Darrin banged on Josh's door and yelled for him to get up. With that they left the house together. Darrin followed Mitch to the corral, chatting with him while he saddled Storm. Darrin stole a kiss just before Mitch swung into the saddle and then watch as his man moved Storm into a lope toward the pastures. Shaking himself from his preoccupation, Darrin turned to begin working on his list of chores. \n\n \n\n\"Darrin! Oh fuck, Darrin! Where the hell are you!\" screamed Josh. \n\n\"I'm right here, Josh. What's wrong?\" said Darrin as he walked out of the hay barn. \n\n\"Storm is back!\" \n\n\"Yeah, Mitch said it wouldn't take very long.\" \n\n\"No! Storm is back, but Mitch isn't.\" \n\n\"Ohmygod!\" muttered Darrin as he broke into a run. Checking the corral he saw that Josh was right. The horse was back but was still had on all its tack. In the futile hope that Josh had just missed Mitch, he sprinted to the other buildings. But Mitch was nowhere to be found. Running back to the barn, he jumped onto the ATV; turning he found Josh had shadowed him and had a look of shear panic on his face. \n\n\"Josh, get the pickup. Mitch was going to check the south pasture. Something's happened, hopefully Storm just bucked him off and we'll meet him walking back to the house,\" said Darrin. \n\n\"Yeah. Ok,\" said Josh, his face ghostly white. \n\nWith Josh's acknowledgment, Darrin ripped the ATV into full throttle and started searching the pasture. The minutes raced by as Darrin quickly worked his way along the fence. He heard the rumble of their pickup as Josh searched from the other direction. But time passed quickly with neither of them finding Mitch. The panic was building in Darrin, his mind imagining the worst. His anxiety was becoming overwhelming when he heard the pickup horn blaring through the quiet fall afternoon. \n\nDarrin turned the ATV and raced toward the sound. Feeling like he was traveling through molasses, the seconds it took to reach Josh seemed interminable. Rounding a large stand of cedars, he saw the pickup parked at the edge of the creek embankment. Darrin wheeled in, jumping from the vehicle before it had stopped rolling and ran to the edge. In horror he looked down at his darkest nightmare. Lying at the bottom of a 15-foot embankment was Mitch's twisted body with Josh standing helplessly over him. Darrin looked at the travesty of his husband crumbled in the red mud and sandstone rocks of the creek. With a heart-rending sob, Darrin launched himself over the edge and plunged to his lovers broken body. Splashing through the slurry, he dropped to his knees by Mitch's head and lifted it. Tears rolled down his face as overwhelming grief gripped him. What would he do without Mitch? Mitch was who kept him sane. Distantly through his anguish he realized Josh was standing beside him, tears streaking his dust covered face. Holding Mitch hard against him, Darrin started rocking back and forth as he sobbed. \n\n\"Not so tight, stud. My head hurts.\" \n\nJosh and Darrin both jumped at the soft words uttered from Mitch's mouth. \"Mitch? Mitch! Oh fuck! I thought I'd lost you,\" cried Darrin. \n\n\"Fucking hell, leg hurts like a mother fucker,\" muttered Mitch. Suddenly Mitch tried to sit up and fell back with a moan, \"Where's Storm? Is he ok?\" \n\n\"Yeah, he's fine. He came back to the corral. That's how we knew to look for you,\" said Darrin. \n\nMitch chuckled weakly, \"He didn't want to go to the edge. I had a bitch of a time getting him close. I guess he knew more than I did,\" said Mitch. As he tried to move again he went rigid as the pain surged over him. \n\nDarrin turned to Josh and started giving instructions. \"Get back to the pickup. Call 911. You probably won't get a signal in this hole. Tell 'em where we are. Mitch is going to need an ambulance.\" \n\nJosh nodded and scrambled on hands and knees back up the creek bank. Darrin distantly heard the pickup roar off and then his world narrowed to Mitch. Oblivious to everything but his husband, Darrin held his again unconscious man. Listening to each breath Mitch took, Darrin was thankful Mitch was still alive. Hours seemed to pass before Josh was back and sliding down the bank to them. \n\n\"They're coming! The EMT's are on their way. They're from around here so they know where we are. And just in case I gave them the GPS coordinates that I got off your phone.\" \n\nDarrin reached out a mud stained hand and patted Josh's shoulder, \"You did great. Just great.\" Darrin turned back to the unconscious form in his lap and whispered, \"They'll be here soon.\" \n\nThe two of them talked softly to each other, and Mitch as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Soon Darrin could hear the faint sound of sirens but the wait was interminable before he heard they stopped. Seconds later he looked up to find three impassioned faces looking down at them from the edge of the creek embankment. \n\n\"Hey,\" said one of them, \"I'm Jeff, this is Marc and that's Sue. We'll have you out in no time. Just stay calm. Give us a second and we'll be down.\" \n\nGood to his word, in very short order, Jeff and Sue were at the bottom of the creek evaluating Mitch's condition. They relayed the information to Marc who was talking to the hospital. Their calm and professional demeanor went a long way to reassuring Darrin. Once they completed their assessment, Sue squatted on the bank beside Darrin. \n\n\"Sir, we need to ask you a few questions.\" \n\n\"Sure, whatever you need,\" said Darrin as he tried to wipe his face on his arm. \n\n\"Excellent...\" with that she started down the list of standard questions. Darrin didn't even consider his response when asked for his relationship to the patient. While Darrin didn't note the EMT's brief pause, Josh did and hoped it wasn't going to mean trouble later. By the time the questions were answered and Darrin looked up again, there were additional people on the bank above them. He recognized Doug, but there were others who he didn't remember. As long as they were helping, Darrin didn't care. He heard plans being discussed on how to get Mitch out of the creek, but Darrin's focus was on the man he was holding. Suddenly he was surrounded by people who were intensely working to get Mitch out. \n\nThe next few minutes were agony for Darrin as he watched them strap Mitch into a basket stretcher. They were as gentle as possible, and had already injected Mitch with all the painkiller his injuries would allow. Darrin saw a tow cable slither down the bank and looked up, realizing that Doug had moved his pickup so they could pull Mitch out with the winch on it. More men piled over the edge to help carry Mitch out. Darrin grabbed a corner and started up the bank with the others as they slowly climbed the steep slope. But it was still not an easy operation and several times Darrin wished Mitch would lapse into unconsciousness until it was over to spare him the obvious agony. \n\nOnce they finally reached the top, Darrin moved to the side to catch his breath. As he looked around, he realized people moving with hurried efficiency surrounded them. Some he recognized from the night of the fire, others he couldn't remember ever seeing. Recovered from the climb, Darrin moved beside the stretcher as they carried Mitch to the waiting ambulance. When Darrin tried to follow he was stopped when one of the EMT's stepped in front of him. \n\n\"I'm sorry, sir. But you can't ride in the ambulance.\" \n\n\"What?\" \n\n\"Sorry, sir. Even if you were married you couldn't, it's against company policy.\" \n\nDarrin glanced up in time to see the EMT turn red as he realized what he'd said. Darrin glared at the man but kept quiet, his focus on getting Mitch to the hospital as quick as possible, and a scene right now would not help. \n\n\"Yeah, ok. I'll follow in the pickup,\" said Darrin with a calm that didn't feel. \n\nThe crew visibly relaxed and quickly readied Mitch for the long drive to the nearest hospital. It was soon inching its way across the pasture. Turning back, Darrin could see the crowd was dispersing. He stood dazed for a few moments as he tried to gather his thoughts. He jumped slightly when Doug's large hand landed on his back. \n\n\"You ok, Darrin?\" asked Doug. \n\n\"Yeah. Yeah, it's just...\" Darrin said with a shudder, \"I thought at first that he was dead.\" \n\nDoug nodded and watched as Josh walked up, not looking any better than Darrin. Turning back he asked, \"You need a ride to the hospital? It'd probably be best if you weren't driving.\" \n\nBefore Darrin could answer, Josh said, \"I've got it, Mr. Parker.\" \n\nDoug looked at Josh for a long minute and then nodded. \"Well ok, let us know if you need anything. I'm sure Mitch is going to be out of commission for a while. Just let us know what we can do to help.\" \n\n\"I will Doug, and thanks.\" \n\nWatching as Doug turned to leave, Darrin shook his head. It was amazing what a difference one generation could make, because Doug was certainly nothing like his mother. Turning back to Josh he clasped the young man on the shoulder. \n\n\"Let's go, Josh. I want to follow the ambulance to the hospital.\" \n\n \n\nDarrin rushed into the emergency room with Josh tight on his heels. Pausing for a second to get his bearings he spotted the desk and ran over to it. \n\n\"Mitch McRichards was just brought in. Where is he?\" \n\nThe older woman behind the desk looked at Darrin over the top of her glasses and then started typing on her computer. \n\n\"McRichards, yes. He's in ICU. It's immediate family only.\" \n\n\"I'm his husband. I need to be with there!\" Darrin said in barely constrained frustration. \n\n\"I'm sorry, sir. It's immediate family only. Hospital policy does not consider domestic unions immediate family,\" said the woman with a scowl on her face. \n\n\"What! You will let me in or I'll tear this hospital apart brick by brick to get to him!\" screamed Darrin in frustration. \n\n\"Sir! You will need to keep your voice down. There's no reason to yell.\" \n\n\"No reason to yell my ass! My husband is in intensive care and he could be dying and you're telling me I can't be with him. What the fuck is that!\" \n\n\"Sir. If you can't control yourself I'll have security escort you out of the hospital.\" \n\nDarrin inhaled to unleash a storm of frustrations when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Snapping his head back he saw that Sheriff White Cloud standing beside him. \n\n\"Darrin, what's the problem?\" \n\n\"Mitch was hurt bad. He and his horse fell down a creek bank. And she won't let me in to be with him.\" Darrin explained. His body was starting to shake from the stress and frustration. He was glad the Sheriff was there, but didn't know what could be done. All he knew was that he wasn't with the person he loved most when he was seriously injured. \n\nThe woman bristled visibly and sank back into her seat. \"You know the hospital policies, Jim. I can't just let everyone in.\" \n\nThe Sheriff leaned forward with a look that didn't bode well for the obstinate woman. \"What do you think the hospital, and its spiffy clean administrators in Oklahoma City would think of you not letting a loved one back to see someone in ICU.\" \n\nThe woman seemed to be softening for a minute, then her resolve settled in again. \"It's their rules, not mine. Sorry.\" \n\nJim's face darkened and he leaned in close to the woman. Darrin prepared himself for a verbal tirade. The next words from the sheriff caught him completely by surprise. \n\n\"Wanda. These boys are two-spirits. Do you want Nanna to come talk with you?\" \n\nThe short woman blanched and looked away, then she turned to Darrin, \"Room E7.\" \n\nDarrin smiled at the Sheriff and started down the hallway she had indicated, with Josh and the Sheriff trailed behind. When Wanda saw Josh she stopped them again. \n\n\"Hey! I said him,\" she pointed at Darrin, \"Not you. How are you related.\" \n\nJosh got a look of panic and glanced at Darrin. Determination quickly replaced the panic and he turned back to the woman. \n\n\"I'm their son, and I'm going to see my Dad!\" \n\nThe woman started to argue, and then surrendered. \"Fine. Whatever. Go!\" \n\nThe trio walked rapidly down the hallway. As they moved past open doors, Darrin looked at Jim with a quizzical look on his face. \"Who's Nanna?\" \n\n\"My grandmother,\" said the Sheriff. \n\nDarrin was taken aback, but it quickly left him as they walked into the room. Darrin moved to one side and Josh the other, trying to stay out of the way but wanting Mitch to know he wasn't alone. Soon the nurses had him prepped for surgery and were wheeling Mitch out of the room. Darrin and Josh were directed to the waiting room and sat in tense frustration as the minutes crept by. \n\n \n\nMitch looked around the room through blurry eyes. He saw Josh, sound asleep, in one of the chairs. Smiling to himself he watched Josh turn in his sleep and wipe the drool off his face. He heard a soft sound beside him and turned to find Darrin beside the bed. \n\n\"Hello, sleepy. How are we feeling,\" said Darrin. \n\nMitch cleared his throat and smiled, \"I'm not sure how 'we' are feeling, but I think I'm on some damn good drugs.\" \n\nDarrin chuckled, \"Yeah, you're right. Do you need anything? Is there something I can get you?\" \n\n\"Water.\" \n\nDarrin lifted a cup of ice the nurse had left for Mitch and dug out a spoonful, feeding it to Mitch. While he continued to spoon feed him ice chips, Darrin inwardly grimaced at the sight of his normally vibrant husband stretched out on a hospital bed surrounded with machines and tubes. As he sat the cup down, the door opened and the doctor came in. He looked over Mitch, checked his stats and then smiled. \n\n\"Well Mr. McRichards. How are we feeling? How is the pain?\" \n\nMitch suppressed a laugh at the second 'we' in so few seconds but answered the question, \"It's good. My throat is dry, but otherwise I don't feel that bad. How am I?\" \n\n\"All things considered, you're in remarkable shape. It certainly could have been worse. You have a concussion and your leg has multiple breaks. You were lucky, the orthopedic surgeon was here from Oklahoma City on his weekly visit when you came in, and he's one of the best in the state. So you got excellent care.\" \n\n\"So what's the prognosis, Doc?\" asked Mitch. \n\n\"A couple of days of observation for the concussion and then you can go home. In a few months you should be back to 100%.\" \n\n\"Months? How many months?\" \n\n\"Oh, six or eight. You can start physical therapy once the incision heals. Six months of PT and you should be good to go. They'll work with you and the crutches too. You shouldn't need them for more than a month or so.\" \n\nMitch looked at Darrin in panic at the length of his recovery. Expecting to see him equally distressed, Darrin's broad smile confused Mitch. But he'd slept through most of the drama of the last 24 hours, including the minutes when Darrin thought he'd lost Mitch. For Darrin, needing to take care of Mitch for eight months was fine, just fine. \n \n\nOutside it was early winter, but the climate inside was more like a spring hell-bringer thunderstorm. After three weeks of being stuck inside on crutches, not being able to drive or put any weight on the leg, and dealing with three days a week of physical therapy, Mitch was not fit to be around. He had chewed Josh's ass a few days ago for some imagined fault and had cornered off with Darrin just before he left for work that morning. \n\nHe'd spent the day trying to get something done with the ranch accounts, but was having trouble focusing. Mitch saw himself as the one to do the physical work on their ranch, and now that he couldn't fulfill that role, he was miserable and made everyone around him miserable too. Adding to his general unhappiness for the last several days was the construction crew that Darrin had hired to work on their bathroom. Personally, Mitch thought Darrin's timing sucked. \n\nThe sound of the front door opening somehow served to reinforce his sense of ineptitude. But Darrin's arrival gave Mitch's frustration a target. \n\n\"Nice of you to visit home. Glad you could work me in.\" \n\n\"Hi Mitch, glad to see you too,\" said Darrin. \n\n\"Well I have your fuck'n dinner ready if you fuck'n care.\" \n\n\"Thanks. You already ate?\" \n\n\"Yeah, whatever. It tastes like shit,\" muttered Mitch. \n\nDarrin made himself a small plate and sat down across from the couch where Mitch was sprawled. He glared at Darrin with misplaced rage, keeping his arms folded across his chest as Darrin ate. Darrin finished his spartan meal, coming back to sit beside Mitch's head after he'd dropped his dishes in the sink. \n\n\"I have a surprise for you.\" \n\n\"What? New boots? Can't fuck'n put 'em on so don't bother,\" grumbled Mitch. \n\n\"Come on, bitchy. Get up. I want you to see the bathroom,\" said Darrin. \n\nDarrin watched as Mitch got on his crutches. Unobtrusively holding his hand behind Mitch to catch him if he lost his balance, they moved slowly to the bathroom. Once through the door, Mitch could see a huge cardboard box in one corner, wrapped with an enormous red bow. \n\n\"What the hell?\" muttered Mitch. \n\n\"Well, open it and see,\" said Darrin. Handing Mitch a cord he added, \" Just pull this.\" \n\nWith a frown on his face, he tugged and the box collapsed to reveal a huge new shower. Mitch stared at it for a few minutes, remembering their shared showers during last year's spring break and his tense muscles relaxed slightly. \n\nBefore Mitch could comprehend it all Darrin added; \"It's handicap accessible too. There's a bench and handholds. All the heads are adjustable. All the cool crap I could find.\" \n\nA smile finally crept across Mitch's face and he looked at Darrin. \n\n\"This is so great! And I've been a complete asshole.\" \n\n\"Yes, you have. You won't get any argument from me. And if you don't quit hurting Josh's feelings, I'm going to break your other leg. Every time you yell at him, he pouts for days. He's not me you know. I know you're an old softie, he doesn't.\" \n\n\"I know, I know,\" said Mitch with a sigh. \n\n\"Well?\" said Darrin with a smile, \"Wanna take it for a spin?\" \n\n\"Sure. But I'm gonna need some help with my clothes.\" \n\n\"I've never minded stripping your clothes off, babe. Never.\" \n\nDarrin moved with practiced ease as he helped Mitch strip and then get into the shower. Darrin adjusted the warm spray so it cascaded against Mitch's body from all sides. He watched Mitch relaxing under the jets of water as he stripped. Stepping in behind Mitch, he took the hand shower and slowly ran the hot water over Mitch's body, carefully avoiding the new scar. Once he had finished the water massage, Darrin squeezed out a dollop of shampoo and started washing Mitch's hair. \n\n\"Oh babe, that really feels good,\" said Mitch with a sigh. \n\n\"Good. If you will promise to quit biting our heads off we can make this a regular thing while you're recovering.\" \n\nMitch closed his eyes and nodded in agreement as Darrin gently worked the soap into his short hair. Darrin carefully rinsed the shampoo off Mitch, then leaned down and kissed his forehead. Taking the washcloth in his hand, he coated it with liquid soap and started gently washing Mitch's body. As he moved across Mitch's muscular chest, Darrin spent extra time soaping his nipples. Soon Mitch was leaning against Darrin and both of them were sporting full-blown erections. Darrin tenderly washed Mitch's groin, enjoying the swirls of patterns the soap and Mitch's body hair were creating. Working carefully he soaped Mitch ass and let his finger slip slightly inside Mitch's tight hole. Mitch moaned at Darrin's slight penetration. \n\n\"Oh hell. That feels so good. I haven't got off since that morning before the accident. God, I'm horny as hell,\" said Mitch through a chorus of sighs. \n\nDarrin moved in front of Mitch and started washing his legs. Mitch spread them as the sensations built, his cock jerking with each swipe of the cloth. Darrin reached his feet and started washing them carefully, rubbing gently between each toe as he enjoyed the sight of Mitch, eyes closed and cock throbbing as Darrin cleaned his body. Finishing with the last square inch of skin, Darrin again worked the handheld shower slowly over Mitch. He enjoyed the intimacy that they hadn't been able to have since the accident. Once he had washed the last traces of soap from Mitch's body Darrin put the shower back in the holder and started rubbing Mitch's back. He could feel Mitch's labored breathing as he came back from the edge of orgasm. \n\n\"I think we should move this to the bed so you can be more comfortable,\" Darrin whispered to Mitch. His nod of acceptance was all Darrin needed. Turning off the shower, he dried himself and then Mitch. Providing the support Mitch needed, they moved to the bed and Darrin helped Mitch slowly lower himself to sit on its edge. \n\n\"Lay on your face, cutie. I want to munch on that prime Mitch ass,\" said Darrin in a theatrical growl. \n\nMitch practically giggled at the fake voice as he moved into position. Playing the role he responded in a high falsetto. \"Oh my, how will I ever survive the assault on my virginity?\" \n\nDarrin laughed softly and knelt between Mitch's spread legs and opened his ass cheeks, inhaling deeply. Looking up at Mitch he quipped, \"I believe I have relieved you of your virginity numerous times now, Sir Studly, but I am going to happily take it again.\" \n\nWith that he leaned down and licked Mitch from scrotum to lower back. Concentrating on the brown pucker in front of him, he tenderly started licking from its center out. Over and over again his tongue gently worked Mitch's tender hole. As it relaxed under the attention, he gently put the tip of his tongue inside Mitch's ass and wiggled it. \n\n\"Ohmygod! I swear! I'm about to jizz that feels so fuck'n good!\" \n\nDarrin moved his face away, rubbing Mitch's hairy ass cheeks as his own breathing sped up in response to their lovemaking. He knew their abstinence had been necessary for Mitch's recovery, but he'd sorely missed their times together. \n\n\"Not yet, babe. I want this to last. I've missed touching you so much. I just want you to enjoy the ride,\" said Darrin. \n\nMitch grunted and then relaxed against the bed as Darrin slid one of his fingers inside his trench and started rubbing back and forth over his twitching hole. Darrin laid down behind Mitch, wedging his face into his butt and began a full attack on the tender hole in front of him. Darrin's tongue teased and prodded as it worked to loosen Mitch's hole. For long minutes he forged deeper and deeper into Mitch's ass. Then using his teeth, he nipped at the puckered entrance. Soon Mitch's hole was loose and swollen from Darrin's careful work. His fingers were prying Mitch's hole open wider as his tongue demanded entry. As his assault continued, Mitch moaned louder and louder, his body trembling as his need for release built. \n\n\"Oh god, fuck me, please just fuck me,\" begged Mitch. \n\nDarrin leaned down with a look of regret on his face and softly said, \"I can't, babe. You can't have weight on you.\" Darrin kissed Mitch softly on the back and ran his hand up the perfect body under him. \"But I have plans. You'll explode soon, babe. Don't worry.\" \n\n\"Shit. I can't take much more. My fuck'n cock is so hard it hurts.\" \n\nDarrin smiled lustfully and then lunged back into Mitch's ass. His tongue dove into Mitch, burying itself in him again and ag"
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"value": "### Title: Adventure One, Chapter Three. by Myron Eterni\n\n### Tags: Adventure, Alligator, Dragon, Human, Mouse, Story Series\n\n### Characters\n\n**Ian**: A human character who is eager to prove himself and establish a partnership with Terror. He is determined and courageous, often standing up for what he believes in. Ian has a unique ability to stay awake for extended periods and possesses some form of combat training.\n\n**Terror**: A formidable and intimidating Midnight Dragon with a reputation for his temper. He is initially resistant to forming a partnership with Ian and harbors a deep-seated dislike for humans. Terror is powerful and skilled in combat, but his past experiences have made him guarded and unwilling to trust others.\n\n**Gore**: An anthropomorphic alligator who is charismatic, confident, and has a playful demeanor. He is a skilled fighter and possesses a keen memory. Gore is also observant and has a strong sense of loyalty, especially towards Ian.\n\n**Senisis (Seni)**: An anthropomorphic mouse who is energetic, curious, and has a talent for acrobatics and elemental manipulation. Seni is empathetic and often tries to mediate conflicts within the group. He has a past in the circus and possesses unique skills that aid the team in their missions.\n\n### Plot\n\nIn a bustling lobby, Ian approaches Terror, a Midnight Dragon, hoping to start anew and form a partnership despite Terror's intimidating reputation. Their interaction is tense, with Terror initially unresponsive. The situation becomes more complicated when Gore, an anthropomorphic alligator, arrives with plans to lead a mission to the desert town of Nonin, which is facing a zombie problem. Gore, along with Senisis (Seni), a skilled anthropomorphic mouse, will accompany Ian and Terror on this mission, with the additional goal of evaluating Ian's performance.\n\nAs they journey through the Bronze Pass, a treacherous mountain route, the group faces a sudden and deliberate rockslide. The pass is blocked, separating the team. Terror, despite his initial reluctance, steps up to protect Ian but ultimately becomes trapped. Ian is severely injured and captured by an unseen enemy. Gore and Seni, realizing the dire situation, work tirelessly to free Terror and rescue Ian. Tensions rise as Terror's disdain for humans becomes a point of contention, leading to a confrontation with Gore. Despite the challenges, the team remains determined to rescue Ian and complete their mission."
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"value": "Sorry this took so long. Not only is this part of the story long, i've been busy. puh-leeeze Forgive meee!\n\nI've decided to do this form of the story i've done before: It's labeling the stories in adventures and chapters. If i do it right, it will compliment the prequel to this entire story. So... with out any further wait:- Oh wait. I'm going to name this adventure One because in the story, for us, it's our first. For Ian, however, it's a bit up there.\n\n*Adventure One: The rift within the towm*\n\nChapter 3: A bad start.\n\nThe Lobby was not as Ian last remembered. It was no longer bloody or messy; it was in almost pristine condition. The front entrances were glass doors that slid open to motion. Water flowed freely through passages throughout the floor. Glass covered the symmetrical design that centered on the ruined statue. Within the circular design of the statue were brand new benches facing it. Further pass that was the reception desks. This afternoon was in full swing. People were running two and from the base, in a hurry to conclude whatever business they had. Ian was impressed with their work. He spotted Terror standing still as if a replacement for the statue, at the center. *We can start over on a new leaf with him, right? Ian asked himself. I doubt it. Why? He might not be a bad guy. Why is no one walking near him? Indeed, no one would go in the center now, they were avoiding the black dragon.* Ian pieced together that he could possibly have a reputation for his temper. Then he felt his own surge for a second. *Think you can hold me back? What? Our anger, Ian.* He explained to himself. *As I said before: Isolated incident. We'll be okay.* He assured himself confidently as he strode toward Terror. \"Heey Partner!\" Ian greeted over enthusiastically The only reply he got was a sideways glance. So much for that approach. He taunted himself. \"Who is coming with us?\" Ian asked, trying to start a subject. No reply Ian made a long drawn sigh \"Look. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me that day. It won't happen again. Can we start over?\" Terror grunted seeing the boy wanted some sort of response. Ian huffed and sat down nearby. He decided to enjoy watching people go by. It was after all a good day. After a few moments of Ian's head looking back and forth, he noticed a white body and instantly knew who it was Oh, my god, no. Ian noticed two things. The first was the gator spotted Ian and was headed right toward him. The second was that Gore seemed to have a travel pack. Ian started to put the picture together. He's coming with us! *Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it!* Too late. Gore stopped in front of Terror for good long moment. The two held a steely gaze at one another, trying to out glare the other. Gore lost interest after a while and casually strode to Ian \"Heyo Newbie.\" Gore cheerfully greeted sitting next to the human. \"I'm gonna accompany you and lead this mission.\" Gore explained I knew it! Something is off. Do you feel it? Ian asked himself. Duh, of course. Shut up. \"It's going to be me, you, Him,\" Gore gave a slight glare to Terror \"And a great guy I know called Senisis. Call him Seni.\" Ian couldn't read Gore. The gator's vibe was casual, as opposed to an hour ago. What happened? He asked himself. \"The four of us are basically on an assist mission. We're going through a slightly dangerous mountain opening called Bronze pass. To a town named... I know this!\" Gore got in his bag and retrieved a paper and read it thoroughly. Then he examined a map, crumbled the papers, and chucked them. \"Won't we need that?\" Ian asked. \"Nah!\" Gore waved a hand casually. \"We're going to a town called Nonin. They have a zombie problem there. They're not dangerous from what I hear, but its cause enough for alarm.\" Gore seemed to be focused on the mission. \"Nonin is a desert town on the other side of the pass. Remember, though we're going for the mission, this is about you. Seni and I will be watching how you act, react, and perform.\" Gore explained. \"What about him?\" Ian asked about the dragon. Gore just grunted and adjusted himself to lay down on the bench, with his head resting on Ian's lap. \"Uh... Gore...\" \"Don't worry. You're safe for now.\" The alligator assured, closing his eyes. \"Seni is never one to be on time. I'm just relaxin'.\" \"Why does no one like Terror?\" Ian blurted. Gore was quiet for a long moment before he replied. \"We like him just fine.\" Gore explained \"It's a problem before your time. If you two stay partners, it'll pop-up sooner or later\" Ian fell into silence, seeing that was all he was going to get. His mind drifted to a training session to when he and Calino were almost even Ian was learning his second style while Calino was proficient in his first. He remembered yelling in frustration when his teacher promptly smacked the sheath of a sword across the back of his head \"You must be patient!\" Teacher Crow scolded smacking the boy again, who stumbled forward and cried out. \"Everything has its moments. They key is to wait patiently and if the elements willing, you will receive.\" That caused his mind to drift to the more negative parts of his past. He dragged himself to the present and watched the people cross once more. True to Gore's word: a small mouse in unkempt dress clothes with his own bag made his way to them. \"Sorry, Sorry. I overslept.\"The mouse apologized. \"Getting' up at the crack of noon I see.\" Gore teased without turning or opening his eyes. \"I'm not happy about that.\" The mouse flattened his ears and got to his knees. He then started rubbing Gore's belly and muttered a few words. Gore Shuddered on Ian's lap, enjoying the treatment. \"You know how to apologize\" Gore said. Ian began to notice a rise in gore's pants. After a few seconds Gore stopped the mouse. \"Not now, I have to lead this mission.\" He sat up and patted Seni on the head. \"Sure, sure.\" The mouse looked to Ian as Gore got up. \"I guess you're- No, wait. You're the only human here.\" Seni cleared his throat. \"Hello Ian, I am Senisis but, everyone calls me Seni. \" He extended a hand to the human, which Ian firmly received. \"That reminds me.\" Gore started. \"We have swords if you want to-\" \"I've sharpened my blade, it will not fail.\" Ian eyes suddenly got fierce. Gore impassively shrugged. \"To each his own.\" Gore started to lead the way to the exit. \"C'mon hollow dragon.\" Gore teased Terror. Gore picked up Senisis and carried the mouse on his shoulders. The mouse cheered loudly, like a kid again. Ian picked up his bag and followed after. Terror grinned for a moment. Almost lost in the careless moment. Then Ian crossed in his vision, and his frown returned. The Fields of Beta were grassy fields covered with rows of wild flowers. Some other members were having a picnic and waved to the departing group as they passed by. Ian noticed an older wolf under a tree with a sketch pad. The wolf looked up and waved as well. As they traveled further there were less people and Ian's eyes began to explore. These types of trees and flowers were new to him. The environment was carefree and Ian ran though plains. \"I walked all of this?!\" Ian asked, catching up to the group. \"Not around here, Through the north side\" Gore explained \"We're going to break off the road soon, guys.\" \"Off the beaten path! The way of an explorer!\" Seni cheered and threw his arms up. \"Hey! Hey! Cut it out up there or I'll make you walk too.\" Gore warned. As they traveled and turned off the road, the mountain rose in the distance. There was a small forest up ahead as they marched on. The sun has begun to set. \"Camp is in the woods\" Gore explained, and he begun an abstract whistle. It took them a half-day to reach the forest, considering they left at lunch, it was dark now. Camp was little more than a clearing in the forest. Ash and bones were remains of a previous group. They cleaned up and began to set up for the night. \"Right.\" Gore grabbed everyone's attention \"I don't think there is no real danger but from the recent trolls and in the spirit of the trial and training, we should sleep in shifts. \"I'll watch.\" Ian offered himself. He was preparing the fire \"Alright E, How long can you last?\" Gore asked with an evil grin. \"All night.\" Ian replied casually, not knowing what gore was hinting at. Gore's smile left. He was unsure if Ian was being serious or is he replied to the joke. \"You're staying up all night?\" the gator asked. \"Uh-huh.\" Ian turned to retrieve the tinder \"That's today, all night, and tomorrow, you know.\" Senisis explained. \" Are you sure?\" Ian looked from Seni to Gore for a moment and looked down. \"I'm not like normal people. \" Ian explained, his voice shrinking a bit \"I don't sleep much.\" Seni was beside him in a instant, rubbing his back. \"its fine here!\" Seneisis told the human \"We're a big mixed bag at Beta, you're as normal as the rest of us.\" Seni lightly punched Ian's arm and went back setting up his tent. Ian felt a bit better \"I'll be fine keeping watch.\" \"I will watch...\" Terror declared. The black dragon was waiting against the tree. It was clear that he gave himself the duty to spite Ian. \"You're going to rest.\" Ian stated, without looking up. \"I'm not placing my life in the hands of a weak human.\" \"Why are you fighting me on this?\" Ian asked, Irritated \"Leave, Boy.\" Terror spoke, acid dripping from the word. Ian dropped the tinder, lighting the flame. He got up and walked to Terror. The dragon was more than a head taller than him and the human strained his neck looking him in the eye. \"What's your deal?!\" Ian growled. \"You are.\" Terror admitted \"After that, nothing.\" His dark voice to a normal person would have been stuck with fear. Ian was adamant to see things through, and establish a partnership with Terror. Liking it or not, they were partners. \"I'm not moving until you sleep.\" Ian declared, readjusting his stance for comfort. Terror leaned into Ian's face. Ian caught of Terror's scent and for a small moment he was intoxicated. He remained focused though. \"Do you know how many of your kind I slaughtered? Most of them so much better than you?\" the Midnight dragon asked There was a tug at the back of his mind, but Ian ignored the second distraction. *'Back down, Ian. It's not worth it. Screw you, screw him.* *What do you want out of this?! A happy go lucky partnership? It's not going to happen. Maybe you forgot what Commander Leo taught us but I haven't. 'As a whole, we need to work together; else we're the weakest link in a chain that will break.' Besides, I think Faust put us together for a reason. I don't want to betray that trust.* \"I don't care. That's your past. Where you are from isn't important, it's where you're going: What you decide to do with yourself. I won't let you just sit there and let a partnership go to waste.\" Terror grinned. The gleaming white sharp teeth against his black form made his eyes look wild. Terror and Ian were now locked by forehead. \"Humans taste good, Ian\" the first time Terror spoke his name \"You should try it. We're a little short on humans though. That's my fault. Most humans are a little salty but you look like you'll taste sweet.\" Terror licked his long tongue along the side of Ian's face. Ian now shrunk back a little. He was unsure if Terror was kidding or serious. \"That's enough.\" Gore almost yelled. \"We won't have you two knocking each other out. Stop acting like your brother, Terror.\" Terror shrugged and leaned up against the tree. \"Do you know how many humans it takes to knock you out?\" Ian asked. \"Just one.\" Gore chimed and Senisis laughed. \"Yeah!\" Ian punched the air, not know who they were talking about. Terror shot gore a glare. Gore merely grinned back. \"It won't be you.\" Terror growled, already angered by Gore. \"Let's just drop it, guys\" Seneisis pleaded.\"You both don't sleep, you both keep watch. I'm hungry!\" Seni added the last part as if it was part of the argument. Ian huffed and realized he was not going to make progress with the dragon today. Gore didn't want a fight breaking out between the two. He knew what Terror could do and Ian was an unknown factor. He heard part of the boy's story. Gore admired his courage: He was able to stand up to the dragon just for the sake of the mission and partnership. His interest toward the human grew. He wondered what Ian might try in bed and he didn't realize he was grinning now. Senisis looked up at the gator \"What's up?\" Gore snapped out of a fantasy and looked at the mouse \"Oh.. Er Noth-\" \"I know that look; it's when you're thinking about something sexual.\" Gore grinned, seeing no reason to hide it. The night was uneventful. They ate, and then Seni and Gore went to sleep. Terror remained as a statue, like earlier. And Ian, feeling the night giving him energy, walked deeper in the wood to train. When Ian returned the sun was starting to rise and the pair was up. They were packing up and making breakfast: Some kinds of stew in a pot. \"Go-\" Ian started Gore's head turned to Ian, His face fierce. He saw it was Ian and relaxed \"Good morning.\" Ian repeated. \"Thought you were something else\" Gore mumbled, and then went back to packing. Ian shrugged and started to help pack.\n\nBronze pass was a mountain, split down the middle. The middle was a path. Bronze used to be traded though it between the Desert town of Nonin and flourishing city of Crazidis. \"Yeah, it's a direct route to town.\" Gore explained as they were crossing a small bridge over a free flowing river. \"But over the years bandits have taken refuge in the mountain, pilfering bronze and any other trading materials that may go through. Eventually the trading went around but, because it was such a long journey, it eventually stopped. The town was on the verge of becoming quite the city. Without the flow of money or easy transportation it was eventually forgotten. Then a mine was discovered closer to crazidis and whatever whisper the town had, it was forgotten.\" \"How do you know all this?\" Ian asked \"I read it. You watched me.\" He replied in a 'dumb question' tone. \"Wait, you memorized its history in a glance?\" \"That and the map.\" Gore admitted \"Whoa, that's some memory.\" Ian was impressed \"I know: Brains, brawn, and-\"Gore leaned in close to Ian, almost dropping Senisis \"Fun.\" For a brief moment Ian felt the energy Gore usually gave off. Gore was back to normal again, leading the group with Seni on his shoulders \"Most people don't go this way anymore, even if it's a direct route.\" \"But we're not most people.\" Senisis added \"I doubt people are crazy enough to attack a Midnight Dragon anyway\" Gore said. \"So they do have a reputation\" Ian concluded, remembering the previous night. \"Yeah, it's bad. Horrible, scary, dangerous, pai-\" \"Shut up.\" Terror growled. Senisis shrugged it off. Ian gasped as they entered the Bronze pass. It indeed was like two halves of a whole. Ian almost broke his neck looking all the way up to the top that came up to a arch but didn't meet. Ian was impressed with the mountain. The ground below them was covered with dirt, rocks and the occasional boulder. The pass was pretty narrow, and they were forced into single file. Gore put the mouse down in case they were attacked. Ian was forced to focus on the road ahead. The four of them walked in grim silence, as if they were expecting an attack. \"What was your life like, Ian?\" Seni asked casually. \"Before us. Back at home.\" Ian's eyes glazed over for a moment, he was lost In thought. \"Uh... I don't want to get into it.\" Ian explained \"I'm not going home anyway.\" \"That's fine.\"Seni said. \"I was a stage hand for a circus for a few years, I was a runaway. When they discovered my talents, they put me in the show. I met Gore, and some people who were in the town we were performing in.\" \"Yeah, the kid was nosy. He followed us after we had a problem with the ringleader. Turned out the ringleader was a slave trader and didn't want us around. Seni here saved Sabel's life.\" Gore recounted the tale. \"What kind of act did you do?\" Ian asked. \"Acrobatics, element changes. I discovered a couple of skills doing that.\" \"That's cool.\" Ian was interested. \"What about you, Gore?\" Gore grinned but no one could see it. \"I came from a small family of ab-\" \"Shut up.\" Terror said \"I guess the murderous dragon wants a turn to talk about his race.\" \"I said Quiet!\" The dragon roared. Hearts stop beating for a few seconds at how commanding the tone was. \"Can't take the fact that your face wiped out th-\" There was a muffled moving sound, which set Seni into silence. The sounds reflecting off the walls made it hard to pinpoint. Gore figured Terror's outburst almost started a rock slide. \"What the hell?!\" Gore growled walking past Seni, and Ian. Gore stopped short as a trail of rocks trickled between them. Then there were several loud crashes. They all looked up and saw boulders on both sides being forced down. \"We need to go!\" Gore yelled, running and picking up Seni. Ian followed after. \"Rock slide!\" \"They planned this!\" Seni wailed. Ian stopped for a second as a rock crashed in front of him. He turned around and saw Terror taking a stance, as if ready to fight the boulders. Ian rolled out of the way of a boulder. Two boulders were on both sides of the dragon, and one in the center, trapping the dragon. \"Terror! \" Ian yelled as his side was pelted with a rock. He started to back track to the dragon. With a loud grunt and a buckle of his knees, The dragon caught the boulder and tossed it aside. \"Look out!\" Ian yelled seeing another huge rock tipping over a far up ledge. Now trapped with boulders on each side, Terror was forced to take on the next one coming down. He drew his great sword and with a mighty roar, He cut the rock in half, to match bronze pass. Ian was almost to Terror when he was forced backwards by a series of rocks. He turned to run and fell over a newly fallen rock. He cried out as a rock hit the back of his head. He tried to get up but his head and back were attacked with rocks. \"Help...\" Ian croaked out to terror as a rock hit the back of his head and knocked him out. Gore and Senisis were completely blocked off from inside the pass. The rocks piled up and prevented entry. Gore was attacking feverishly at the wall, knocking down a few rocks at a time. Gore felt responsible and wanted to make sure his team was safe. Senisis was helping as well; he applied his hands to the rocks, allowing the earth to absorb them.\n\nTerror was already surrounded with rocks on each side and he couldn't break out. It was like they melded together. To top it off, one more came to rest on top, preventing escape. Vargo emerged from the mountain wall. He took casual steps down the face of bronze pass, the earth forming just before each step. He spotted he waited for the chaos to settle and he casually navigated the mess. He knew the situation entirely. Vargo knelt down and cleared some rocks out of the way, revealing a human arm. He picked the boy up by the arm and exaimed him. The human's hair, not draped across his face was still, but alive. \"We have one!\" Vargo yelled and heard several cheers from both sides of Bronze Pass. With a knocked out human on one shoulder, and his bag on the other, he walked casually back up the stairs, which were no more as his feet left each one. He walked into the cave opening, and looking back at the damage his did, the mountain entrance closed, cutting off Ian from his friends. Gore, with Seni's help, finally tore through the wall. He ripped some of the rocks away to climb over easier. He didn't stop to help Seni who got over just fine. He saw the pile of rocks then stopped as he caught a familiar scent. The gator knelt down and found a small pool of blood and knew what happened. \"They have Ian.\" Gore said after a long silence. Gore had a huge bruise on his face and his back, earned from almost being trapped within the slide Seni saw the huge pile of boulders and felt them \"Earth with me.\" He spoke. Focusing for a second, he learned the what the rocks contained \"Terror is okay, but he's trapped. I'll get him out.\"he told Gore after touching the rocks for a moment. He then frowned. \"Strange. they've merged together\" With a roar of triumph, Terror shattered the rock, knocking Seni back. He looked back and forth, looking for a foe to satisfy his lust for blood. seeing only Gore and Seni, he frowned but inwardly smiled that the boy was gone. \"Now that that's settled.\"Seni turned to Gore. \"Wha-happened earlier when you smelled Ian?\" The mouse asked. \"We'll need to rescure Ian.\" Gore said, ignoring the question. \"I think they took him up the pass.\" \"Good riddence.\" Terror said walking past them Gore felt a growth of anger. \"He was only captured trying to help you!\" Gore yelled. \"Then the human was stupid.\" Terror growled. \"My kind does not need help.\" \"You didn't say that crying before Azden.\" Gore struck a nerve. With a roar, Terror turned, blade drawn. Gore anticipated this and pushed Seni out of the way. Holding his axes in a cross, he intercepted the Dragon's blades. Gore was quick to react, He used Terror's saw-like edges against him and hooked the blade and Kicked Terror square in the chest. Seni Was already behind terror. He made the earth absorb Terror's feet, forcing him to fall from Gore's kick. the earth began to swallow the dragon. Terror thrashed in an attempt to get out of the earth but it was no use. \"Do whatever you want.\" Gore said, nostrals flaring with anger. \" But i won't let you trash-talk the greatest man i ever met!\" Gore stalked off to climb up the pass with Senisis following behind. Gore calmed a bit while climbing before he spoke. \"It was weird.\" \"What was?\" Seni asked, confused \"A scent, it was familiar. \" \"Oh, what's it's from?\" \"A monster.\" \"Ian isn't a monster, and that's such a horrible term.\" \"I mean a real monster.\" Gore explained."
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"value": "### Title: Foxes (M/M) (Pt. 6 of \"Under The Devil's Eye\") by Hawk\n\n### Tags: Anal, Bondage, Fox, Leather, M/M, Watersports, Wolf\n\n### Characters\n\n**Hawk**: A black wolf with a tough exterior, Hawk is a complex character who struggles with his identity and desires. He is from Jersey and has a casual yet intimidating fashion sense. He is exploring his interests in BDSM and is somewhat new to the scene. He drives a Hummer that he inherited from his uncle and works at an unspecified company.\n\n**Chadrick \"Chad\" Fox**: A 19-year-old red fox attending LTC for meteorological sciences. Chad is bold, flirtatious, and sexually adventurous. He lives in a duplex and interns at WXPL. He is particularly interested in rope bondage and has a playful, sometimes bratty, personality.\n\n**Anthony \"Tony\"**: A bengal tiger who works at Black and Silver Leather, a sex shop. Tony is knowledgeable about BDSM gear and provides advice to customers. He has a thuggish appearance but is helpful and non-judgmental.\n\n### Plot\n\nHawk, a black wolf with a tough exterior, visits Black and Silver Leather, a sex shop specializing in BDSM gear. He is greeted by Anthony, a bengal tiger anthro who works there. Hawk is interested in exploring his desires and purchases several items, including dildos and poppers. While browsing, Hawk encounters Chad, a red fox anthro who is also shopping for BDSM gear. Chad recognizes Hawk from a previous encounter at a club and expresses his interest in rope bondage.\n\nAfter their encounter at the shop, Hawk offers to drive Chad home. During the ride, they discuss their lives and interests. Chad reveals that he is a college student studying meteorological sciences and interns at a local station. Hawk, intrigued by Chad's boldness, decides to visit him later that evening. Chad, feeling lonely, invites Hawk over, and the two engage in a playful and dominant/submissive dynamic. Chad, dressed in leather gear, takes the lead and introduces Hawk to rope bondage, using a braided leather rope he purchased earlier. The story ends with Hawk complying with Chad's instructions, setting the stage for their intimate encounter."
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"value": "\"Foxes\", part 6 of \"Under the Devil's Eye\" by H. A. Kirsch (HawkWolf) Copyright 2006. Chadrick Fox copyright himself.\n\nAll other characters copyright H. A. Kirsch\n-\n\nMost stores have some sort of doorbell, be it an electronic chime or a rattling little bell.\n\nBlack and Silver Leather had handcuffs. Police cuffs, metal and leather cuffs, prison shackles. When Hawk shoved the door open, the rattle made anyone nearby look up from what they were doing. That anyone was only Anthony the tiger at the moment.\n\n\"Thought you were never coming back. Come to see a cat?\" The striped feline said, looking up from a rather menacing sex toy sitting on the counter. The cat brandished it.\n\n\"Well, coming to see the cat's store. What the hell is that thing?\" Hawk pointed a half-gloved finger.\n\nUp came the toy again, a silicone thing the size of the wolf's arm. It had a textured grip handle at one end, a knurled ring about halfway up, and a contoured series of blobs curving up to a small round tip. \"This? This is the Power Probe.\" Tony was reading from the package. \"The Power Probe gives you an extra thrill for each rounded inch, the throb of penetration again and again. The gentle curvature helps-\"\n\n\"Ungh. That thing would come out my mouth. That's gross.\" Hawk made a face and wandered around in front of the main glass counter, eyes flicking back to a display case of multicolored bottles and vials.\n\n\"So what brings you here? Got anything you're looking for?\"\n\nThe wolf shrugged. \"Well. I think I'm set for clothes right now. I need some... tools. Gear, you know. Just got paid and sacked away all the bills. You know how that is.\"\n\nThe tiger crossed his arms and nodded. Tony had always looked like a thug, despite not being nearly as built as, say, Clyde. The two of them had been acquaintances, and Hawk had studied with the bengal a few times at Clyde's urging, so the cat didn't fail. Now, he had on a leather muscle shirt and eye-popping orange leather jeans, a single black stripe down each leg, a pair of western work gloves on his hands. He was as far from a basketball player as possible. \"Well. Are we talking toys of the 'marital aid' variety, or the 'chains that bind' variety?\"\n\n\"We're talking the, I've never bought sex toys so I want everything variety. I think I'll just look around for now,\" Hawk said, feeling suddenly small inside. The tough, black wolf who tied up a fox in an abandoned brownstone the other week now didn't even know if he wanted a dildo or something with d-rings. \"Just holler if you need me, then.\"\n\nHawk nodded, and started to wander. The wolf wondered to himself if it was abnormal that he didn't find anything in the store shocking. Even the sight of a german shepherd mannequin, bound up in an astonishing array of mummification leather gear and pony-play equipment, snout through the bars of a metal puppy cage, didn't faze him. He got the sinking feeling that maybe he was insane, or lacking a conscience..\n\nOr being stared at. The wolf's muzzle flipped back over his shoulder, in time to see something. He didn't know what it was. He stared ahead at a layout of enema equipment. The feeling slowly came up, two spots of black in a chance reflection on a piece of metal. Hawk spun just in time to see a black nosepad disappear around the corner of the next aisle.\n\n\"Give me a break,\" he growled, and stalked around, grabbing the two racks of clothes. Looking startled and flustered was a fairly small red fox. \"Why are you spying on me?\"\n\nThe fox huffed. \"Just thought you looked familiar. Like someone I met.\" The vulpine pretended to look at something else. \"A wolf.\"\n\n\"Yeah, not surprising, since I am a wolf,\" Hawk snorted. \"Well, so what, am I not your little friend?\"\n\n\"I don't know... 'my little friend' wouldn't wear a shirt like that. He'd wear head to toe leather gear. And these really awesome boots.\"\n\nHawk narrowed his eyes, looking down his nose at the fox. \"Yeah?\"\n\n\"And he had this screwed up friend who seemed really fucked up all the time.\"\n\nHawk clicked his teeth together. \"You know what's funny? I have a screwed up 'friend' who seems really fucked up all the time. Just how did you meet this wolf?\"\n\nThe fox's ears perked straight up, the brush-tail becoming animated. \"Uh. Well, errff. He.. met me at this club, and then.. kind of convinced me to follow him... and then..\"\n\n\"You idiot, you're staring right at him! You're.. uh..\" Hank searched his brain. Just as the fox was opening his muzzle, he spat it out. \"Chad, right?\"\n\n\"Wow. No way! Imagine that. Meeting a big, nasty wolf at a leather store.\"\n\nHawk rolled his eyes. \"Who'dve thought? Look, what was that about my shirt? You don't like this shirt?\"\n\n\"You're such a thug. Are you part of the mafia or something? Look at that, you even have a necklace!\"\n\nThe wolf glared. \"I'm from Jersey. It's casual Friday, alright? I got off work and came right on over here, because ... you know. I was kind of excited about maybe buying something fun.\" Hawk's outfit consisted of a blue and white hawaiian shirt, nothing underneath, a cowboy belt, black jeans, and his tall stovepipe black cowboy boots.\n\n\"You can wear that at work? No fucking way. Where the hell do yo work?\" The fox's tail was as bushed out as it could get. Hawk just leaned on the rack.\n\n\"A company.\"\n\n\"Ha ha, funny.\"\n\n\"So anyway, I guess I'm sorry about last week.\"\n\n\"What? Sorry? That was awesome!\"\n\nHawk felt uncomfortable. \"Oh.\"\n\nChad walked over to a big wall display of restraints. \"Anyway. So, which one's better, this or this?\" The fox pointed one black finger at a leather sleeve arm binder and one finger at what looked like two shoulder-length opera gloves with an elaborate harness attaching them together.\n\n\"What, which looks better?\"\n\n\"I guess...\"\n\nHawk looked. He pictured Chad in both, ears growing hot, a bulge filling up his pants. He growled to himself. \"What?\"\n\nThe wolf looked back down to the vulpine. \"I think I like the one on the right. Those glove things... it looks like it's not going to come off. And it's snug fitting, you know, you'd feel it more. And it just looks... hotter.\"\n\n\"Hmmf. Well. It's also more money. Dammnit. Hang on, I gotta check something.\"\n\nThe fox darted off, Hawk following lazily. There wasn't anything hugely special about Chad - he had on a camp shirt and jeans, a pair of leather casual shoes, neatly trimmed fur. Nice to look at, definitely shapely. In leather, if the wolf's memory served him right, the fox was very alluring.\n\nChad was up at the counter, tail swaying back and forth. \"Hey. I have an order I placed a while back.\"\n\n\"Name?\"\n\n\"Chadrick Fox.\"\n\nHawk grinned and sputtered out a chuckle. \"You're kidding me. A fox-\"\n\n\"Named Fox, I know I know, I know, I know I know, it's a family name and it goes back before the fall. So there.\"\n\nTony was rifling through some index cards, and then pulled out a black satin bag. \"Here it is.\" Out of the bag came a long, braided rope. \"Wow. Now that's impressive. Never seen leather rope before.\"\n\nHawk watched as Chad fondled the rope. \"Mrr. I want to get one of those arm binders too,\" the vulpine chirped. \"But I can't, this is too expensive. Right? Tell me it's too expensive.\" There had to be enough of it to tie someone down to the tracks.\n\n\"Well, the quote was 250. John wrote down 275 for final price. That's that.\"\n\n\"Urr. Dammnit. Fine...\" the fox groused, getting out his wallet. A swipe of a card later, he had his leather braided rope back in its bag. \"Thanks.\"\n\nHawk grinned at the fox. \"You're naughty.\"\n\n\"That's an understatement, Hawk. Seeya.\" The fox grinned up at the wolf, then made his way out the door.\n\n\"You two friends?\" Tony said, leaning back onto his stool.\n\nThe black wolf shrugged. \"We know each other. So.. uh.\" He looked to see if Chad was outside yet - he was. \"Can you recommend something for, you know, anal play?\"\n\n\"Hmm. On yourself or on someone else?\"\n\n\"I guess.. myself. And... uh, which one of these would you recommend?\" Hawk pointed a black claw a the display case. \"A friend of mine let me have a few whiffs of that stuff the other night, and I felt real loose.\"\n\n\"First things first, big wolf. Especially if you're going to be messing with that stuff, you want something real sensuous. A lot of feel to it.\" Tony sounded like he was talking about a gun, or a fine sword, or wine. The big cat left his post behind the counter and made his way to the wall where all the sex toys hung. \"You want realistic, artsy, what?\"\n\n\"Crap. I don't know.\" The wolf shrugged. \"Why'd you ask if it was for me or someone else?\"\n\nTony took down a rather sizable box and opened it up. \"Suction cup.\" The dong inside was not hugely realistic, although it had quite a nicely shaped and plump glans knob - it swelled and rippled along the length. \"This kind of thing, this is nice for slow work. Really feeling every inch. Here.\"\n\nSuddenly, Hawk was holding a dildo. \"Huh. It's kind of big.\"\n\n\"Well, you said you wanted to get some poppers. That stuff'll really loosen you up. Then it'll feel like you're sticking a pencil in.\"\n\nHawk shrugged again. \"And if I want to get really hard action?\"\n\n\"You find a horse. Actually, they don't do it hard. But, anyway, you probably want something that's sturdy and pretty evenly shaped. Like this.\"\n\nHawk had to set down the first tool as Tony got down the second. \"I have this one at home. Soft enough that it feels real, firm enough that the curve will twist your tail into a fucking spiral.\"\n\nThe dong was very realistic, definitely humanoid. It also beat Hawk out in the size department, especially in girth. \"Hmm. I like this. It's big. Impressive. And it's black.\"\n\n\"Haha, yeah.. that's surprisingly popular. If you want some of the more exotic ones, we have them in the probing section. The wolf ones, for example.. they're really more like really big butt toys than full dildos. Once that knot's in, they're not moving.\"\n\n\"Mmm, I think... I think these will do.\"\n\n\"Whoa there, both?\"\n\n\"Yeah. You know. Sweet and sour.\" Hawk put the first dildo back into its box, the cat handling the second. They made their way back over to the counter. \"Hey, you know, I've been in a sex shop once before. A few years ago. I kind of sneaked in while my dad was showing me around L.A. How come sales people don't just try to make you buy stuff? If I go to a clothing store, they just want my money.\"\n\n\"People won't fork over the money if they're scared.\"\n\n\"Scared?\"\n\n\"Think about it.\"\n\nThe cat started ringing things up. Hawk suddenly perked. \"Wait, wait-\"\n\n\"Oh right!\" Tony huffed. \"Yeah. So, everything in this case except this-\" He withdrew a cobalt blue vial, \"Is pretty much crap. I sell it because guys swear that this brand is better than that brand, but this stuff... it hits hard, and when it starts to go bad, it doesn't make your head pound.\"\n\nThe wolf inspected it. \"Hmm. Okay. Cool. So, that's it. Oh wait, dammnit. I wanted a cock ring.\"\n\n\"Down, boy! Last time you came in here, you walked away with a mint!\"\n\n\"I want something that looks as cool as it works. I love that... something around my cock. It feels cool.\"\n\n\"Then you want this. I haven't even put them out yet. Nice solid metal, heavy but not real wide. Just enough to feel it, not enough that it's going to get stuck. Take your pick.\" Three rings were out on the glass in a matter of moments, from a nondescript white box. Hawk picked the middle one.\n\n\"Okay.\" Transaction and-\"You're all set.\"\n\n\"Thanks man. I'll uh, let you know if your advice works out next time I come by.\"\n\nHawk felt strange carrying a black toughpaper bag out of the store. Obviously, it was something he'd bought, and no random person would know there were two sizable dildos and a vial of poppers in it. Anyone who did know what the bag meant would know the wolf was being a bad, naughty wolf. Then again, if they knew... He nearly walked into Chad. \"What the hell are you doing standing in the middle of the sidewalk?!\" Pause. \"Oh, it's you.\"\n\n\"I'm waiting for a bus!\"\n\n\"Huh.\" Hawk stood there.\n\n\"Well? Why are you standing in the middle of the sidewalk?\"\n\nThe wolf tried to keep as neutral a face as he could. \"Uh, so where do you live?\"\n\n\"Why, so you can stalk me?\"\n\n\"No, so I can drive you home. If you live on the way..\"\n\n\"I live on Lamont, the other side of town..\"\n\n\"That's on the way. Come on.\"\n\nThey got in Hawk's truck, which immediately horrified the fox. \"This is awful, you drive one of these?\"\n\n\"Yeah? You want to explain why it's so awful?\" Hawk hauled himself into the H1, Chad having to climb up.\n\n\"It's a fucking Hummer!\"\n\nHawk started it with a clattering diesel rumble. \"This fucking Hummer was my Uncle's. When he bit it, I got his house, his truck, and his money.\"\n\n\"Lucky shit.\"\n\n\"Yeah, well. Look at me, I'm jubilant,\" Hawk growled, and they drove off. \"So, uh. What do you do, anyway?\"\n\n\"I, uh, go to school.\"\n\nHawk narrowed his eyes. \"What kind of school?\"\n\n\"College! I'm not that young! I'm 19. I'm at LTC. I want to get into meterologic sciences.\"\n\n\"You want to be a weatherman.\"\n\n\"Well, maybe. Maybe I want to do something better, but it's hard and I hate school. And I don't know if I want to be on TV.\" The fox looked out the window. \"You drive fast.\"\n\n\"I don't take my time.\"\n\n\"You'll get a ticket.\"\n\n\"I can stare holes through anyone.\"\n\n\"You'd try to stare down a cop?!\"\n\n\"Well, the first time, probably.\"\n\nChad squirmed in his seat - Hawk looked over and saw that fox trying to adjust an erection so it matched up with a crease in his jeans.\n\n\"You said Lamont, right?\"\n\n\"Shit, that wasn't very long. I guess I'm so used to the fucking bus. Uh, mine's the little beige house.\"\n\n\"You go to college, and you have a house?\"\n\n\"This is a shitty neighborhood!\" The fox yowled. \"It's cheap. And it's a duplex. And I have a job too, I intern at WXPL.\"\n\n\"Hmm. Well, ride's over. Out.\"\n\n\"Hrrmph, yourself.\"\n\nHawk glared. \"Give me your phone number.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"I said, give me your phone number. So we can do something without having to meet at that bar.\"\n\nThe fox dug out his phone and pushed a button on it. Hawk's chirped, and he saved the number away. \"There. Was that so bad?\"\n\n\"Hrrr, asshole.\" The fox stalked off towards the steps of his house. As Hawk was driving away, the wolf looked back - Chad was discreetly trying to stare.\n\nHawk had planned on testing out his new catches as soon as he got home, but after delivering the fox, he had sex on his mind. Sex with someone else, not alone in his bedroom. Maybe going down to The Pit wouldn't be so bad... maybe Alzarre wouldn't be such a schmuck, maybe he'd find someone fun.. maybe the fox would be there.\n\nWhat To Wear? Hawk went down to the basement, opened up his leather collection. He'd been either dressing swank or like a hard-ass top wolf lately - time for a little biker wolf. His trusty big-collar motorcycle jacket, newly conditioned and cleaned up; long riding gauntlets, the cuffs freshly shined; codpiece pants he'd picked up from Black and Silver; bar chaps he'd gotten online a couple years back, with a custom extra wide belt and chrome buckle with an onyx inlay he'd made after-hours at Lainsville Tech's metal shop; high-shine knee-high Chippewa engineer boots, complete with metal ankle chains and a spur strap sans spurs he found at a garage sale; and no hat.\n\nA loud thrum came from across the room, turning into a rattle. The wolf's cell phone buzzed on the top of Hawk's toy trunk - mostly empty - until it fell off the edge. He grabbed it up.\n\n\"Hi, is this uh, Hawk?\" The voice was recognizably... vulpine.\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"What? Are you kidding? Asshole-\"\n\n\"Kidding! Kidding! Dammnit, who's this?\"\n\n\"Rrr, it's Chad, do you want to come over? I'm lonely...\" The fox dragged on the last syllable. Hawk imagined him rolling around and pouting. It was cute, but alluring. He shook his head.\n\n\"What? Well, I was gonna go out, but-\"\n\n\"Oh my god! Oh my god! Is that what you're wearing? Put the phone so I can see!\"\n\nHawk stared down at the phone - he was looking at the excited face of the fox he'd just been talking to at the leather shop. \"Huh. You know, I've never made one of those video call things. Do I hold it like this?\"\n\n\"That's the wall! Turn it around! Like you're talking into it, dumbass.\"\n\nHawk flipped the clamshell around and held it out at arm's length. A piercing squeal came out of the speaker. \"Huh, did I break something?\"\n\n\"Oh my god! You get in that big fucking truck of yours and get your leather-clad ass over to my house or I'm going to, I'm going to, you'll regret it.\"\n\n\"Why? I bet someone at the bar-\"\n\nThe small screen filled up with fur and a pink tailhole. \"You get this, for free, no asking, no messing around! Look at this nice, tight fox hole! Mmm, I bet that big, black dick of yours-\"\n\n\"Shut up and get yourself all pretty.\"\n\nThe wolf clapped the phone shut and stalked off up the stairs.\n\nHe showed up to the fox's doorstep in a black leather blazer, black leather jeans, and cowboy boots.\n\n\"Awww, where's all that hot gear?\"\n\n\"It's in my truck, in a big duffel bag. I'm not going to fuck around and stand out here looking like Tom of Finland. Think of your neighbors.\"\n\n\"My neighbors fuck in the front windows.\"\n\n\"Hey. You know what? I don't see you carrying my stuff.\" Hawk jabbed Chad in the chest. The fox flatted his ears and pushed out past the wolf.\n\nHawk stepped inside, looking around the living room. After a few moments, Chad came back in, groaning and dropped the bag.\n\n\"What the fuck's in here? Bricks?\"\n\n\"Leather's heavy. Nice place you got. So what the hell were you buying at that store?\" Hawk kept wandering, into the dining area, then the kitchen.\n\n\"Braided leather rope.\"\n\nHawk took out a glass, poured himself some water, and put it back. \"Leather rope.\"\n\n\"Uh-huh.\" Chad was dragging the duffel across the floor. \"Seriously, what the fuck's in here?\"\n\n\"All the shit I have. You never know when you need something fun to wear.\" The black wolf got out an ice cube and sucked on it, clacking it between his teeth.\n\n\"Stop eating all my food!\"\n\n\"You're a little punk, you know that? Where are you going with that bag?\"\n\n\"My fucking bedroom. Now come on.\"\n\nHawk lingered in the hallway, spied the bathroom, and made for it. \"Sorry, I have to take a piss. Amuse yourself for a few minutes.\"\n\n\"It doesn't take a few minutes to pee!\" Chad complained, from inside his bedroom. Hawk closed the door to the bathroom and did his business. Chad really was a little punk - maybe he had a ball gag or a bit, maybe a muzzle in his bedroom that the wolf could shut his bitchy mouth up with.\n\nHawk also took a moment to brush his teeth, then headed back for Chad's room. He tried the knob - no luck. \"Hey, I thought you wanted me to hurry up. Open the fucking door.\"\n\n\"Nuh-uh, you took too long, now you don't get any fox.\"\n\n\"Well shit, at least give me back all my leathers.\"\n\n\"No! Mmrr, this stuff is so hot, oh god, I'm going to jerk off on all of it-\"\n\nHawk pounded. \"Knock it off and open-\"\n\nHe was face to face with Chad, done up in leather gear. Black tight chaps, tall black cowboy boots, a tight black vest, black western gloves. The wolf's duffel was on the floor, undisturbed. \"Mmm, you're minty. Did you brush your teeth with my toothbrush, asshole?\" Chad was almost chirpy.\n\n\"Okay, so .. damn. Well, looks like you're all ready, huh?\"\n\nChad sidled up to the black wolf, gloved fingers splaying over Hawk's package. \"And you're not. I don't see that nice, black dick coming out of your pants yet. Here, let me fix that.\" The vulpine unbuttoned the leather, pulling black flesh out. \"Mmm, now take off the rest.\"\n\n\"What? You want me to take off all my leather?\"\n\nChad gave the wolf's balls a tough squeeze, wringing a grunt out of the lupine. \"Just do it. I want to show you something. Besides, it's not like you don't have more.\"\n\nHawk stripped out of everything, Chad standing and watching, fondling himself. For a fox, he was pretty big, not to mention the same inky color. \"Where'd you get a tool like that?\"\n\n\"I don't know. Maybe I'm part dog or something.\"\n\n\"Yeah, you're a little bitch alright.\" Hawk stood nude, cracking his knuckles behind his head. Chad swatted him on the rump. \"So what the hell do you want to show me?\"\n\n\"Remember when you and that weird fox thing kidnapped me the other night? Mrrr, that was fun. Anyway, you kind of tied me up, right? Well, you suck at tying guys up. You know, people actually like rope bondage.\"\n\n\"Yeah, well, I was fucked up and I've never done it before, and blah blah blah. What, did you call me over here to teach me how to tie people up?\"\n\n\"Maaaaybe. Got get up on the bed, I dunno, kneel on it.\" Chad went and retrieved something off his dresser, which looked suspiciously like what he'd bought at the store earlier. \"I bought this really awesome leather braided rope, and uh, I figured I'd try it out on someone.. and uh, well, you also suck at rope stuff so maybe.. just put your arms behind your back.\" The fox groused and thumped Hawk between the shoulder blades. The wolf did as told.\n\n\"You know, I don't really know how to tie knots. I wasn't a scout or anything. You know, that whole thing with God and all that crap. Plus the scoutmaster in Lainsville was kind of a pervert.\" Hawk looked over his shoulder, holding his arms together behind him. Chad was already milling around again, this time getting a pair of leather handcuffs and swiping up the wolf's gloves as well.\n\n\"Put your gloves back on.\"\n\nHawk followed orders again.\n\n\"It looks hotter that way,\" Chad sneered, and cuffed the wolf.\n\n\"You know, the only other time someone uh, tied me up was a fox, you know. He just cuffed me and sucked me off though.\"\n\nChad busied himself with the braided rope. Hawk had never heard of such a thing, but it certainly looked unique, almost like a silk rope."
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"value": "### Title: Helping Mother Nature by Minguss\n\n### Tags: Bestiality, Birth, Forcedshifting, Gender Shifting, Heat, Impregnation, M/F, Musk, Pheromones, Snow Leopard, Transformation\n\n### Characters\n\n**Diego**: The protagonist of the story, Diego initially presents as a man who engages in unusual activities with an anthro German Shepherd. Through a series of transformations facilitated by his roommate Sam, Diego eventually becomes a female snow leopardess and experiences a journey of self-discovery and acceptance of his new identity.\n\n**Sam**: Diego's roommate and the catalyst for Diego's transformations. Sam is initially portrayed as manipulative, using masks to transform Diego into various anthro forms. However, as the story progresses, Sam shows concern and eventually regret for his actions, ultimately supporting Diego in his new life.\n\n**The German Shepherd**: An anthro character that Diego encounters at the park. This Shepherd plays a significant role in Diego's initial experiences, leading to his exhaustion and the subsequent events at home.\n\n**The Snow Leopard**: An anthro character that Diego encounters at the zoo while in her snow leopardess form. This leopard mates with Diego, contributing to her eventual pregnancy.\n\n### Plot\n\nDiego returns home exhausted after a day spent with an anthro German Shepherd, who had been particularly intense in their interactions. Diego's roommate, Sam, notices his state and subtly manipulates the situation, using a mask to transform Diego into a female snow leopardess. Diego, now in this new form, experiences a mix of confusion and arousal, ultimately accepting and enjoying his new body.\n\nSam, continuing his manipulations, transforms himself into a male snow leopard and mates with Diego. This act further solidifies Diego's transformation and acceptance of his new identity. Overwhelmed by her new desires, Diego escapes to the zoo, where she mates with a real snow leopard, becoming pregnant.\n\nUpon returning home, Diego is mounted again by Sam, which completes her transformation into a full snow leopardess. Sam, realizing the consequences of his actions, feels regret but ultimately supports Diego. Diego, now fully accepting her new form, gives birth to two snow leopard cubs. The story concludes with Diego and Sam deciding to give the cubs to the zoo for their well-being, while Diego learns to navigate his new life, occasionally transforming back to his male form but embracing his female identity more fully."
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"value": "Helping Mother Nature By Minguss 2008\n\nLate at night, Diego returned, exhausted and filled with new bliss, he never knew before. His new \"work out\" buddy following him home all the way, even though the Sheppard had his fair share of Diego already.\n\nClosing the door behind him, Diego heard the dog scratching the door with its paws. Blushing at the memories of the park, he was there all day long with the dog, he spend half of the time waiting for the Sheppard's knot to loosen up, deeply within his anus. Hearing a lower growl and bark on the other side of the door he was leaning at, rubbing one of his hands over his tight training shirt, down over his crotch. Where he had a nice stain from his own orgasm, the lycra short tightly wrapping his groin, made it easy for him to rub over his own erection again. Gasping a little as he, listen to the barking and whining outside, he almost had another orgasm, just thinking about the canines thick white cum and getting taken by it like a bitch.\n\nDiego stopped fondling with his groin as Sam came out of his room, heading towards the kitchen as it seem. \"Hi there Diego, had a good work out? Man you look all sweaty and what's that smell?\" Sam was deeply grinning within his mind. Diego blushed and moved himself away from the door.\n\n\"Yeah, I ... I think I over did it a little today... And that... that mutt outside followed me the whole time. Jumped me and didn't let me be.\" He tried hiding most of the spots on his shorts with the long sleeveless shirt.\n\n\"Good...\" Sam nodded and grins as he used the same kind of tone he used on him just a night ago, he could see Diego's eyes widening a little and he took a deep breath.\n\n\"I... will head to the shower now. I am quite tired actually... I... catch you later\" Diego looked at the ground and moved around Sam and went into the bathroom without any other words.\n\nSam waited a little, he inhaled the scent in the hallway and murred a little. \"Mmm, Diego, you did quite a nice job. Now I just need to push you a little further onto my side.\"\n\n-\n\nDiego did not go straight into the shower, he turned the shower on though, just to give the illusion that he actually was already in the shower. He slipped out of his clothes and rubbed his rear with one hand, where the canine's crotch pushed into him. Diego gasped a little and sniffed his hand. He could smell the nice and strong scent of the male on his hand now, his member already stiffening. The freehand slowly rubbing his member, still inhaling the strong musky scent. Soon he moaned out, putting his finger into his mouth not to moan to loud, his seed spraying onto the counter, Diego never experienced such a strong orgasm before, but he savored every single bit of it. He even bend over to lick the counter clean, he tasted his own creamy seed and shuddered. Whipping his mouth with one hand, trying to get his breath back, he looked at his own reflection. Just realizing what he did and that he enjoyed it.\n\nShaking it off, he went into the shower and got himself cleaned.\n\n-\n\nSam waited again in his room, peeking through the narrow slit of his slightly opened door. There was the movement he waited for, Diego came from his shower or what he called shower, Sam know exactly what Diego was doing, since he peeked through the keyhole, just to make sure that Diego didn't forget his new training.\n\nSoon he will experience more and he will like it even more. Sam was not so sure about getting a dog, he was not really a dog person himself. Even though, he had more option then just sticking to canine family. He already knew what he wants to try out next. Sam saw Diego entering his own room and closing the door behind him. Now he just had to wait again until Diego was snoring deeply.\n\nListening at Diego's door, he could hear mumbling, Sam had to giggle, and Diego was actually talking in his sleep. Slowly opening the door, Sam listen to what Diego had to say.\n\n\"Yes... I... I am...\" He shifted around in his bed \"Good... good girl\" Grinning wide Sam nod 'Yes, yes you are' thinking to himself.\n\nSlipping into the room now fully, he could still smell a slight hint of what happen the last night in this room, Sam was quite amazed in how potent those scents actually are. Moving over Diego, he pulled the cover away from him, Diego was sleeping nude.\n\nSam moved close to Diego's ear and whispered \"Who is a good girl\" he only got a mumble as a reply, but he could see Diego's member getting hard by those words. He was shaking his head, chuckling a little seeing this reaction, Sam slowly puts a nice mask onto Diego's face. Making sure, it lines up with Diego's eyes. Soon Diego lets out a gasp, his body reacting first, as his masculine features changed more and more into feminine features, his hips getting round once again, his chest loosing definition and graining two nice orbs again.\n\nSam took a step back and watched Diego's body shudder under the changes that happen, the nice grey and spotted mask melting a little to wrap itself more and more around Diego's head. Slowly her mouth and nose pushed into a feline muzzle, small drips collecting on her chops, the drops slowly pushing themselves away from the muzzle to form nice long whiskers. Growling a little under the stress of the transformation, Diego grew 6 new nipples on her stomach, her ears now rounding out and moving on top of her head, twitching slightly, thick fur stating to cover her head. Sam could hear her spin pop and crack a little as her neck lengthen a little bit, very long and dense grey fur growing in the back of her neck. Soon white fur was growing in between her breasts, making a nice tuft between the D sized breasts.\n\nShe was stretching more and more as her waist narrowed down, her legs changing into a anthro like form, elongating her feet and shortening her calves, her toes swelled up to form nice big paws with black and pink paw pads under them. Fur now growing over her mid section, the nice white running down from her muzzle, over her neck, getting broader on her chest and narrow on her tummy, until it went to her groin, where two nice pink lips where hiding in dense fur. The white continued through her nether region, and through her butt cheeks, where her new tail was slowly snaking out. The fur engulfing her whole body now, she rubbed her hand paws through her fur and over her breasts and lower nipples.\n\nSam smiled, he looked at a perfect anthro version of a snow leopardess and she seems to wiggle around in her sleep, her nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily. One of her hand paws going to her muzzle, just to suck on her fingers.\n\nSam reads earlier hat snow leopards are an endangered species, so why not help Mother Nature out a little bit. He slipped out of his own shorts and shirt, putting the other snow leopard mask on the nightstand, he slowly moved over to her, then he notice the training pants of Diego on the floor and grins to himself. Picking Diego's trainings pants up, he sniffed at the crotch a little and nod, he could smell his roomies masculine smell on it and the Sheppard's seed. Slowly and carefully, he moved over Diego onto the bed, letting his weight slowly rest on her thighs, she opened her eyes a little dazed from the transformation and the day she had. Her eyes now visible, Sam lost himself in these beautiful grey eyes, the iris enlarged due to the darkness in the room. Diego looked at Sam and shaking her head, Sam thinks fast and pushes the training pants onto the leopardess nose, she tries to push him away with her paws, but since she moves around a lot she also inhales more and more of the scent on her nose, soon she growls and yowls, her aggravation loosing. Sam got several cuts from her claws, nothing deep, but they sting a little, but soon she seems to stop and starts panting and sniffing deeply at the spots on the pants.\n\nDiego just pulled from a nice dream, watches his roommate Sam sitting over him. Diego tries to push Sam off herself. However, Sam pushed her training pants onto her mouth and nose. For some reason she doesn't want to push Sam away anymore, she recognizes the smell very fast, its her own male cum, but its more interesting now, on other parts of the pants she can smells the Sheppard, she growls and yowls a little as memories of the park come back to her. The leopardess opens her eyes wide at the growling, she notice the new changes, her whiskers flaring, her ears tilting back. \"What the hell is going on!?\" is all she can say before the training pants are back on her nose, inhaling more and more of the scent, she growls more and snarls.\n\nDiego feels a familiar tingle in her pubic area, \"Eeep\" she looks at Sam and crosses her legs, he pink lips dampen the nice fur surrounding them.\n\nStill holding the pants in place, Sam bends down and licks one of the black nipples, surrounded by nice tufts of fur, squeezing her breast, his sucks on her nipple. Massaging her breast more and more, she soon starts moaning with a hint or purring, well as far as big cats can purr. Diego lets out a long snarl which turns into a murring, Sam stimulating her breast so much that she starts to lactate, he laps like a kitten at it and massages her breast even more, she rubs one paw through his hair, the other already on top of his hand, which holds the pants in place. He can feel her hot breath through the micro fibers of the lycra pants. Sam lets go of the pants and she held them in place herself, he suckles more and more on her nipple, watching her other nipple getting stiffer and stiffer. Massaging her breasts, he can feel them grow a little bit.\n\nSam keeps massaging her breasts, pushing them together now and then, squeezing the tuft between her breasts he gets up a little and back into a sitting position over her, still playing with her breasts. She meorwls loudly, looking up at him and growls. Watching her enjoy the new sensation, her eyes closing slightly, just to go wide open again as he pinches her nipples again, her scent slowly filling the room. Sam leans down to her ear and whispers \"You want to mate, Diego?\" The leopard girl meooorwls and gasps \"Yess...\"\n\nThe leopardess looks at Sam as he sits upright on her again, she murrs deeply and feels happy again. Somewhere deep within her, she thinks about her old self again, but even her old self is feeling more and more good with her new self. The girl closes her eyes and thinks about last night, first she felt very confused and did not want something like that happening to herself, and then later she could not get enough of it. The experience with the Sheppard was the best she ever had, she loved his hot member pushing into her mouth and later into her rear, and she even loved the taste of cum now.\n\nOpening her eyes again, she watched Sam brushing her breasts with his hands, gasping a little as he rubbed her nipples again. She did not need to see his cock, smelling his scent told her that he was getting more and more aroused.\n\nSam looked at her and pointed with his head to her nightstand, she turned her head a little, murring deeply as her head fur rubbed against the cushion.\n\nThe leopardess looked at a nice snow leopard mask, she reached for it and took a closer look, she could smell that it was a male mask, she even could make out that she must have been close to this mask at some point, even though she could not remember ever seeing these mask before.\n\nDiego felt the weight shift on herself, as Sam moved his face closer to her, nodding at her and the mask. She looked a little puzzled for a second and then pushed the mask onto Sam's face, instantly she felt some awkward feeling rising in her body, it wasn't heat, she know how that felt already.\n\nDiego gasped some more, as she watched Sam's change. She could see his shoulder being more defined, his chest getting a little stringer, his waistline thinning down a little as it stretched him a little taller, his legs becoming more defined, his hips became more powerful, she shuddered as she thought how he would be able to push himself into her with those muscles.\n\nThe soon to be snow leopard wiggled a little, as his tail grew in and his neck stretch out. The leopardess watching this could not believe what she saw, she saw his mouth and nose being pushed out and his cheekbones become more pronounced. She saw his nostrils flare the first time as they really changed his nose, looking down at her with his deeply green eyes.\n\nSam looked down at himself, guiding Diego's paws to his changing groin, not taking here gaze off his eyes until she felt his changing member in her paws. Surprised she looked as the snow leopards scrotum swell up, she could smell his seed changing as well. The snow leopardess rubbed her paw pads over his changing shaft, as it became more spear like, at the base forming a nice dense furred sheath which seem to attach itself with a little bit of skin to his lower abdomen. Gazing at his cock, she could make out some of the barbs growing on the slick smooth pointy member of his.\n\nSam murmured at her, the leopardess looked up at him, the leopard slowly moved back, sliding onto her legs with his rear, licking her nice dense fur with his rough tongue, brushing over some of her small nipples, just to make her groan. Diego's ears lay back as she watched hopefully, the male licking over her inner thighs, she could feel his hot breath on her moist fur and the lips underneath, he rubbed his rough black and pink nose over her lips, she shudder in anticipation, closing her eyes she only let out a deep and throaty growl. Her mind was clearer then ever before, she could just sense the leopard breathing deeply onto her clitoris, she already pushed her claws into the bed sheets, the she felt exactly what she has wished for, the male pushed his rough tongue deeply inside of her pink flesh.\n\nSam rubbed his big paws over his roomies legs and butt cheeks, his new feline tongue exploring the inside of this nice snow leopardess. As his muzzle pushed closer and closer to her pussy, his nose rubbed against her clitoris, which made her jump a little, the leopard tried not to giggle and continued his exploring. Soon he tasted more of her juice, tasting her was quite good, his male snow leopard taste buds being perfect for this. Soon the leopard smelled what he was waiting for, she was now getting closer to her first orgasm and to become more receptive for his see, slowly she slipped into her heat cycle. The leopardess now yowling out, made Sam realize that she wants him now. Diego sprayed her scent right up Sam's nose, growling loud he pulled away from her shaking his head. He could control his head anymore, his tongue lolled from his muzzle, his chops pulled back, starting to flehmen, he could now taste and smell her, telling his leopard body that she is in heat for sure and that she is very receptive.\n\nThe leopardess watched her mate, she knew somehow exactly what this grimace means, the leopard smelling her going into heat. Jumping off the bed, she stretched on the floor rubbing her neck against the furniture in there, then she slipped out to the living room, rubbing herself against the soft sofa, happily, she yowled.\n\nThe leopard growled, as an answer to the yowl of his snow leopardess in heat, she was his. He had to claim her now. His mind totally hypnotized by her smell, jumping off the bed and into the living room, landing gracefully next to her, the muscles in his back rippling as he got up and onto her back.\n\nDiego growled at first as something jumped onto her back, wanting to turn around to claw at it, but couldn't as something was grabbing the loose bit of fur on her neck, now she could smell the hot breath of the male again. Both snow leopards got down on all fours, the male still behind Diego, pushing her rear up a slight bit, her tail swinging to one side. The male did not need any more invitation as he pushed his cock into her warm flesh, she meorwls out as her male hit the right spot. Feeling his cock stretching her tight vagina made her even moister. Soon the leopardess could feel his heavy set of balls slapping against her inner thighs, his cocks tip hitting her Cervix now, she shuddered as her vagina was starting to with short contractions, growling deeply she felt her first orgasm wash over herself.\n\nThe male grabbed the leopardess breast harshly with slightly extended claws, which dug into her skin, she growled even more. Squeezing her breast, the leopard was trust roughly into his female, he wanted her, she would be his, and he would make her smell like himself.\n\nGrowling he could smell her orgasm and feel it, as her vagina was milking his length, pleading for his seed. Feeling some moistness already dripping down from her over his balls he pushed into her repeatedly. The leopardess groans our, as her whole body started shaking, her breathing increased. Sam growled loud in return, scratching his paws over her breasts and sides, just to hold her rear in place, while he leans back. Roaring loudly the leopard claims is mate, as his balls jump with each squirt of his seed. Diego roar with each squirt that filled her, clawing into the carpet, as she feels the male pulling out of her, his barbs raking her pink flesh, making her orgasm again.\n\nSam jumped off his mate, just as she turns around to scratch him with his claws, but he was lucky not to be struck by her. Moving away a little bit he cleaned his own member and tasted his own seed, growling a little he watched his female. The leopardess rolled around on back for a while and then stretched her leg and bend over to lick herself clean, murmuring she looked at him from afar.\n\nThe two snow leopards, mated several times over the next hour, at some point Sam fell asleep from exhaustion.\n\nThe leopardess looked at her mate, he was sleeping, she growled and huffed at him, but he seems to be asleep. Diego yowled more, she wanted more, she was still in heat and wanted more.\n\nDeeply within her mind, her male self was thinking '... The zoo...' She murmured deeply and snuck out of the front door.\n\n-\n\nDiego jumped easily over the zoo's fencing and prowled into it, sniffing around told her soon where she had to go. Evading a slight drunken guard was easy for hear new agile and graceful body.\n\nSniffing the air, the snow leopardess found herself in front of cage with the sign 'Snow leopard (Uncia uncia)' she murmured even more as she could feel a tingle going over her spine.\n\nThe girl yowled softly into the cage and saw two blue eyes in the darkness, shivering some more as she saw this nice specimen of a snow leopard prowling towards her. Soon the snow leopard was close to the cage bars and sniffed into her direction, murmuring at him, she rubbed one of her paws down her tummy and to her moist spot, spreading her wet lips a little. The leopard growled some more, then started flehming, murring even deeper she walked around the cage and looked for a way inside. Diego soon found an area where he could easily climb over, dropping into the cage onto her soft paw pads. The male already walking back and forth, looking at her. The leopard girl got down onto all fours, moving closer to the leopard, with her rear wiggling, her tail swishing from one side to the other, she could smell him now, his scent was more animalistic then the snow leopard she mated with before, which stirred her some more, making her even more horny.\n\nThe leopard approached her and nuzzled her, rubbing his whole body on her side, reaching the leopardess rear, she laid down, and her rear high, tail swishing to one side again. The male sniffed her and then mounted her, biting into her necks tuft, she murred deeply, the leopard found his mark very soon and fast. She growled in bliss again, the leopard's shaft was not as long and big as the one from the anthro snow leopard, but it was just what she wanted. She wanted more and more feline seed inside of herself, she wanted the fire inside herself extinguished by the only fluid that could do her good.\n\nShe was actually surprised how fast the male filled her with seed, and then the barbs again, which made her yowl in ecstasy.\n\nDiego and the leopard mate several times, until she felt all warm and fuzzy inside, the leopard moving back into his sleeping corner, the leopardess rubbed over her tummy and murred deeply, feeling alive and complete.\n\nLeaving the cage seem to be as easy as entering it, the leopard girl made its way back home, the sun was already rising.\n\n-\n\nDiego sneaked back into the apartment, where Sam was already waiting for her. Just as she was going to open her room's door, Sam pushed her to the ground, just to mount her sore pussy once more.\n\n\"No... no...\" Groaned the leopardess \"Stop... ple...please\" she yowled out, as the leopard bit into her neck tuft.\n\nThe anthro snow leopard grabbed her breasts and stimulated them, by squeezing them and rubbing the nipples with his tough paw pads.\n\n\"But... you want me... you know you want to be mounted by me\" Sam grunted and growled into her neck fur.\n\nThe leopardess only yowling in return as she felt herself thinking more and more about mating and having cubs, Sam lets go of her neck and puts his head next to hers, resting it on her shoulder.\n\nDiego's eyes were gazing into the far distance, drool already running down her chin. Sam couldn't stop himself from trusting harder and harder into the tight pussy of the leopardess, not even as he felt her vagina getting tighter around his shaft, grunting he notices that Diego seem to loose the definition of her shoulders, as they slowly shrank away into her body.\n\nThe leopard tried to pull himself out of the changing Diego, but it was already to late, his cock was now squeezed tightly and milked for every drop he will give her. The boy growled loud and roared as he squirted his seed into the waiting feline, pushing himself off of her back, he could only watch as her rear shifted and her legs became perfect snow leopard hind legs. The leopardess pussy becoming a little bit rounder and moved with his shaft inside up under her tail hole.\n\nDiego winced as the anthro leopard's barbs scratched her new feline walls, Sam slipped from her pussy, some of his cum squirting onto her haunches, and she growled and rolled onto her side. She was a perfect snow leopardess now. Sam panicked and tried to grab the mask on her face, pulling here and there did not do any good, other then getting bitten by her.\n\nThe leopard looked at the new leopardess and his nose told him, that, she was pregnant and would actually have cubs. Sam rubbed one of his paws over her tummy and could actually feel a slight swelling already.\n\nPanicking a little, Sam just realized that he impregnated his roommate and changed him into a leopardess, which will give birth. Pulling his own mask off, he was rather relived that he could change back to his human self.\n\nThe animal on the grounds stood up and rubbed her head at his neck and murred deeply at him, licking his lips and giving him a kiss, which he returned. She looked with her eyes swelling with tears, closing her eyes tears flow down her furred cheeks, rubbing her head at his and murmured.\n\n\"I... I didn't... want you to be stuck like that... I... am sorry.\" Sam said.\n\nThe leopardess murmured and licked him again and rubbed her head even wilder at his neck, Diego seem to be happy about what happen to her. She growled a little at Sam and pushed him onto his back, just to play around with him, rolling around the living room, pouncing on him when he was playing 'not to have seen her'.\n\nSam felt that Diego was the first time in his life happy and he seem to want it no other way.\n\n-\n\nThe coming days where a little stressful for Sam, as he had to tell Diego's work place that he was missing and that he will not be coming anytime soon. He also had to organize food for her. However, she was always waiting for him to return, she eve got frisky now and then and was pulling the male snow leopard mask out, so they both could have some fun. Once she even pulled the panthress out of the pile, which was very interesting for both of them, they never imagined that female felines could give each other so much pleasure.\n\n-\n\nOne day as Sam came back, Diego laid on her side, panting heavily, she growled at him as he approached. Sam could see the fur around her vagina being slightly bloody, he was very agitated, getting wet towels and tried to make it comfortable for the leopardess. The feline growled and panted even harder and deeper, soon she pushed and Sam couldn't believe his eyes, as his ex roommate actually gave birth to two snow leopard cubs. Sam wanted to take a look at them, but the leopardess snarled at him, licking both of them clean she made sure they both laid near hear tummy, where they where screaming there little heads off.\n\nThe leopardess was very exhausted, after all this. She laid there breathing in fast. The cubs made there approach to her mothers nipples and start sucking on them, Sam could hear Diego murrr as both cubs start pushing her tummy with her little legs, there little muzzles sucking on her teats.\n\n-\n\nSome days later, Sam was surprised once again as he came home, there in his living room sat a girl with long grayish hair, she smiled at him with a wide grin. The girl had been naked and had both the cubs, suckling on her breasts. \"They already have small teeth and that one seems to be a biter\" chuckling she looked at the confused Sam.\n\n\"What is it? Sam, its me... Diego...\" She chuckled some more and pointed on one of the small tables in the living room, the confused Sam looked at it and saw the snow leopardess mask there, his jaw hit the floor.\n\n\"What? How? Wow... that's great. You... aren't angry about the whole thing?\" he said, a little unsure.\n\nShe smirked \"Not really, I loved every single bit of it. Though, next time we play with those.\" She grinned widely pointing at the tiger masks. \"Maybe I let you be the male again, but only if you behave,\" She adds.\n\n-\n\nDiego slowly got used to be a girl, but as soon as she did not need to feed the little cubs anymore, she changes herself back into a male, though he changes back into a his girl self every time he comes back from work and when they both go out to see a movie.\n\nSam and Diego decide, that it would be best to give the cubs to the zoo, otherwise they could become a growing problem.\n\nThe zoo seems to be very happy by the anonymous gift, they seem to keep the little cubs happy, even though it kind of broke Diego's heart giving her little cubs away like that, but she knew that it would be the best for them to be somewhere where people could actually support them.\n\nDiego and Sam visit the zoo now and then to check on there little ones. The small cubs seem to even recognize the smell of there mom and dad, as they always come to the cage bars and rub themselves against the. Diego always close to cry, as she gave birth to two healthy snow leopards, one male and one female. They even seem to carry some marks of there parents, since the girl gas deeply grey eyes and the male deeply green eyes.\n\nTo be continued..."
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"value": "### Title: Freeing Kirsty Ch. 03\n\n### Tags: drama, drama romance, love story, kiss, intrigue\n\n**Characters**\n\n- **Merrick Jamieson**: A 35-year-old divorced photojournalist from New Zealand. He is skilled, resourceful, and brave, with a background in martial arts and sailing. He falls in love with Kirsty Fallon and goes to great lengths to protect her.\n\n- **Kirsty Fallon**: A 25-year-old American woman who becomes Merrick's lover and eventually his fiancée. She is initially a \"moll\" of the criminal Spiro but seeks refuge with Merrick in New Zealand. She is intelligent, resourceful, and loves Merrick deeply.\n\n- **Spiro**: A powerful and dangerous criminal based in New York. He is possessive of Kirsty and sends a \"retriever\" to bring her back when she flees with Merrick. He is also involved in various illegal businesses.\n\n- **Meg**: A woman who is initially Kirsty's friend but later takes Kirsty's place as Spiro's companion. She is present during the confrontation between Merrick and Spiro.\n\n- **Brian Raymond**: Merrick's best friend and ex-brother-in-law, a doctor who offers refuge to Kirsty while Merrick is in New York. He is married to Marg and is expecting a child with her.\n\n- **Marg**: Brian's wife, who is heavily pregnant. She is kind, supportive, and becomes close to Kirsty.\n\n- **Alec Raymond**: Brian's father and a senior partner in a large law firm. He is a keen sailor and initially Merrick's sponsor in the sailing crew.\n\n- **Kate**: Alec's daughter, Brian's sister, and Merrick's ex-wife. She is described as promiscuous and manipulative.\n\n- **Mary Raymond**: Alec's wife and Brian's mother. She is implied to have had an incestuous relationship with her son Brian and a sexual encounter with Merrick.\n\n**Plot**\n\nMerrick Jamieson, a New Zealand photojournalist, meets Kirsty Fallon in New York. Kirsty is initially the \"moll\" of a dangerous criminal, Spiro, but she falls in love with Merrick and accompanies him to New Zealand. Spiro, however, is not ready to let Kirsty go and sends a \"retriever\" to bring her back.\n\nMerrick and Kirsty prepare for the inevitable confrontation. Merrick decides to stay and face the retriever rather than flee, believing it's his best chance to deal with the threat. Kirsty is afraid but supports Merrick's decision. After days of anticipation, the retriever arrives at their house. Merrick manages to subdue him and ties him up, planning to dump him at the airport.\n\nMerrick then flies to New York to confront Spiro directly. He finds Spiro in Kirsty's old apartment with Meg, who has taken Kirsty's place. Merrick negotiates Kirsty's release by threatening to expose Spiro and his associates to the IRS. Spiro agrees, impressed by Merrick's audacity and the novelty of a \"gentleman's agreement.\"\n\nMerrick returns to New Zealand, reunites with Kirsty, and they plan their wedding. Despite the trauma, they look forward to a happy future together. Merrick also reconnects with his past, inviting his ex-wife Kate and their children to the wedding, and reflecting on his journey from a troubled youth to a successful and contented man."
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"value": "*SO FAR: Divorcee Merrick Jamieson (35) visiting New York comes into contact with the moll of the mysterious Spiro whom the spirited Kirsty Fallon has reason to fear if she so much looks at another man. But after a brief association with Merrick Kirsty (25) finds she has become attracted and follows him to his homeland and begins working with the photo-journalist. Spiro contacts Kirsty warning her to return otherwise a 'retriever' will be dispatched to bring her back.* \n\n \n\nKirsty was afraid for Merrick's safety and even her own future was uncertain as Spiro now had good reason not to trust her so anything might happen. She chose not to attempt to define 'anything'. \n\nHer instinct was to flee but Merrick stubbornly had decided to stay put, thinking it was his best chance of dealing with the retriever when having no idea when the home invasion would occur. She thought her lover was a bit naive – she could be snatched when she was out walking or emerging from the supermarket. Then she remembered that would not allow the retriever to rough up Merrick or whatever. \n\nAfter a couple of days the threat eased to the background of Kirsty's mind; she had considered emailing Spiro, pleading to him to call off his retriever and let her off the hook. She decided against it as Merrick had been so insistent that she must not reply to Spiro's email ordering her to return to New York. \n\nEight days after Kirsty had received that demanding email from Spiro, Merrick slowed his vehicle when approaching the house and then gently accelerated down the street, now looking straight ahead: he'd noticed all the windows visible from the street had the curtains drawn. Never were all of them drawn; obviously the retriever had arrived. \n\nParking around the block opposite the property behind his house, Merrick figured out what to do. It was unlikely that the retriever had been instructed to kill Merrick as the escape route being a long flight in an aircraft was not ideal. More likely the instruction was to beat Merrick up and warn him of the consequences of sounding the alarm. It was probable that Spiro was holding Meg under a death threat that unless Kirsty arrived back in New York Meg would disappear. That threat would allow the retriever to travel with a compliant Kirsty. \n\nAfter attempting to invent other scenarios, Merrick decided his original thought was by far the most logical; he had to assume East Coast crime bosses either thought logically or had advisers that did that thinking for them. He knew that the couple in the house would both be away at their offices so walked through their property and climbed over the fence into his property. He skirted the lawn behind the cover of ornamental trees until reaching the garage. Quietly unlocking the side door he stepped inside. Both baseball bats where inside the house, so he picked up the axe and quietly used a screwdriver to work the wedge loose and extracted it with vice-grips to remove the axehead; murder was not on his mind either. \n\nHe then used his mobile phone to call the house, knowing that Kirsty had three choices – to answer the phone in the kitchen, living room or bedroom. It didn't matter which one, as long as she answered with the goon standing over her and listening. \n\nKirsty answered, and Merrick put down his phone, unlocked the door into the house and quietly closed it behind him. \n\n\"Who is it?\" \n\nIt was a voice with an American accent. He'd been right with his assumption! \n\n\"There's nobody there,\" Kirsty replied. \n\n\"Okay, move back over to the window where we can keep watch.\" \n\nSo far, so good. \n\nMerrick slipped out of his shoes. He went to the backdoor and knocked loudly, then quickly moved back to the connecting passage to the garage door, holding his axe handle at the ready. \n\n\"That's someone at the backdoor.\" \n\n\"Well, get rid of them. No secret signals or attempt to escape.\" \n\n\"No, I understand. I have my friend to think about.\" \n\nBingo he was right again, Merrick half-smiled in satisfaction. \n\nStanding motionless he watched Kirsty walk past, eyes fixed on the door, followed by the tall, raven-haired goon with a kitchen knife held out in front of him. \n\n\"Psst,\" Merrick whispered. \n\nThe goon turned, the knife no longer pointed at Kirsty's back. Merrick clubbed him on the side of the head and he dropped like a stone. \n\n\"Good day, darling,\" Merrick said brightly to Kirsty, standing looking at the fallen retriever with the knuckles of her hand jammed in her mouth. She looked up at Merrick wide-eyed and whimpered. \n\nWithout waiting for her to recover, Merrick went to the garage for a length of rope and a pocket knife. Picking up his phone he returned and began binding his victim's wrists behind his back. \n\n\"Is he dead?\" \n\n\"No, just sleeping deeply. He's breathing. Grab one of my handkerchiefs and a tea towel.\" \n\nTying the man's feet Merrick then took the handkerchief and stuffed it into the man's mouth, snatching a kiss from the startled Kirsty as he took the tea towel from her and cut off a strip to tie the gag in place. \n\nMerrick went through the man's pockets until he found a passport. \n\n\"Look in the list of phone numbers by the kitchen phone and call Lisa a Mason's Travel – get her to hold, I'll be back inside two minutes.\" \n\nHe took the passport into the garden, slit open a piece of hard ground with the spade, and dropped the document into the opening after noting the man's name, Tony Mario. He stomped the ground until satisfied that it looked exactly like the surrounding earth. \n\nWordlessly and still looking a little shocked, Kirsty handed him the phone. \n\n\"Hi Lisa, it's Merrick. \n\n\"Great your lovely client; how are you?\" \n\n\"Look, I've got to get to New York urgently. Any chance of getting me on the flight this afternoon?\" \n\nLisa asked him to hold. \n\nHe held out an arm, and Kirsty came into it. \n\n\"What are you doing? You have no show in hell of trying to reason with him. He's a criminal.\" \n\n\"I'll think out tactics on the aircraft. My feeling is my current run of luck will hold out.\" \n\n\"If it doesn't?\" Kirsty asked coldly. \n\n\"Well, darling. It was great while it lasted.\" \n\nShe stared at him impassively looking ready to cry as Merrick resumed speaking on the phone. \n\n\"Yes - that's great, Lisa. I'll take the business class option all the way through. I need to arrive in tip-top shape. Get me an economy return two days later, final flight of the day. But do your best to wheedle an upgrade for me. You've got my credit card details.\" \n\n\"Yes and your passport number. \n\n\"Good, electronic ticketing means I don't have to come it, doesn't it. I'll buy something in New York for you to make that lovely face of yours even more beautiful.\" \n\n\"I bet you say the same think to all those women who are nice to you.\" \n\n\"No, I don't flirt like this with all women. Bye Lisa and thanks.\" \n\nKirsty looked at him balefully. \"Although we are not yet married, you are turning me into a widow.\" \n\n\"That's the gloomy side - look at the reverse side. If I succeed the threat is removed. I feel I can only get your release through face to face negotiations. Remember, your predecessor negotiated her release.\" \n\nThat last comment perked up Kirsty a little, conceding that was true. She asked to be allowed to accompany Merrick to New York. \n\n\"No, if there were two of us there he'd be more likely to outsmart us. This way is best. Come on, start packing while I go and fetch the SUV. I want you to stay a few days in hiding; my best buddy and ex-brother-in-law who is a doctor up the coast will offer you refuge. I'll phone him on the way to the airport. I'll need you to help me get this ape into the back of the SUV.\" \n\n\"What will you do with him?\" \n\n\"Dump him at the airport, with his identify documentation intact but no passport. There will be a brief investigation and then he'll be deported. With luck he'll call Spiro, adding to their confusion.\" \n\n\"Are you sure you are not a criminal?\" \n\n\"Of course not, why do you ask?\" \n\n\"It seems to me you think like one.\" \n\nMerrick grinned, and slapped her on the butt, telling her to go and pack. \n\nDr Brian Raymond told Merrick he'd be delighted to have Kirsty as a house guest. Marg being heavily pregnant would welcome the company of a bright American only about her age. \n\n\"Thanks buddy, she will drive herself up in my wagon later this afternoon. We are engaged and will throw a party as soon as I get back.\" \n\n\"Am I to be best man?\" \n\n\"Best man - you? I was intending to have a respectable person, but perhaps we might make an exception.\" \n\nIn the airport parking lot Kirsty left the vehicle and walked to the terminal. After fifteen minutes when there was no apparent activity in that parking area Merrick pulled the still conscious hood from the rear of the vehicle and dropped him onto the ground. He then drove some distance off and parked, thinking that with a bit of luck none had witnessed the dumping and his action had not been caught on security camera. In all probability the vehicle registration had been photographed arriving, but so would the registration numbers of hundreds of other vehicles. \n\nNoting the row and space number of where he was now parked to give to Kirsty, Merrick grabbed his bag and headed for the terminal. \n\nKirsty was surprisingly composed when it came time to say goodbye. They kissed and hugged enthusiastically and she told him, \"I now feel a little confident that you might pull this thing off.\" \n\n\"Why, what's changed you from dread to almost jubilation.\" \n\nKirsty led him to the window and straining to get the oblique angle, pointed. Merrick took her position and could see the flashing lights of police and airport security vehicles grouped where they had first parked Merrick's SUV. \n\nIn the remaining minutes left together he noted down details of the names of company principals that Kirsty named as Spiro's business associates. She was good, fantastic in fact. Merrick had a list of thirteen names. \n\n\"So you suspect all of these people are involved in crime at least at some level?\" \n\nKirsty nodded, saying it was customary to have a legitimate enterprise masking the real money-making activities. \n\n\"Be careful what you do with that list of names, Merrick. Make accusations and you'll not be seen again.\" \n\n\"Understood, now come here for our last passionate embrace for the next thirty-six or so hours. While I'm away you might like to get Brian's wife help you plan an engagement party. She's a great sort; she was a semi-pro women's cricketer in Australia.\" \n\nKirsty told Merrick when he phoned her from Los Angeles that she'd found the vehicle without a problem and on the way out passed a police check. She'd told the police she'd not seen anyone dumping a large package in the car lot. She showed her American driver's license and confirmed that the owner of the vehicle, Merrick Jamieson, was her finance and she'd just left him at the airport where he was catching a flight to Los Angeles on business. \n\nOne of the policemen detained her. He phoned someone and paused to check with Kirsty that it was the Air New Zealand flight at four-fifteen. She heard him say 'Jamieson, Merrick'. \n\n\"The policeman returned and said tome, 'On your way, madam. We just needed to check your story as you were not directly related to the owner of this vehicle'.\" \n\n\"Excellent said Merrick who said he had a two-hour wait for the United Airlines connection. \n\n\"Take care darling, you are very precious to me,\" was Kirsty's farewell followed by the sound of kisses. \n\nMerrick hoped he had years more of farewells like that ahead of him. \n\nOn the flight over the Pacific through Oceania to the Americans he'd consumed some fine wines and lovely food. Instead of watching a film he thought about tactics; he'd had the germ of an idea when he'd asked Kirsty for those names of Spiro's business associates. \n\nSleep came to him easily after he'd checked and double-checked the robustness of his strategy and was satisfied it should have a chance of out-smarting his adversaries. \n\nAt the airport in Los Angeles Merrick wrote a one page letter to his lawyer, a junior partner in one of the largest law firms in Auckland, asking that the enclosed sealed letter be lodged in the firm's documents security room. He instructed that the letter be opened at midday on the twenty-second of the current month and taken to the police unless that written instruction had not been cancelled by Merrick in person before that date. In a footnote he asked that a photocopy of that instruction be attached to in the documents security room day book for the 22nd. \n\nMerrick photocopied that letter of instruction and then had the original letter and the sealed letter packages lodged for couriering to New Zealand. As a precaution he tore off his solicitor's address off the top right-hand corner of the letter he placed in his inside pocket and discarded the address. \n\nAs Los Angeles dropped away behind the United Airways jet Merrick accepted a glass of California chardonnay from the flight attendant. Without fear he wondered if this might be his final flight in an aircraft – the finality of everything. It was likely that Spiro was into gambling, drugs, prostitution and keeping on top of competitors using the ageld tried and proven methods. \n\nWithout fear? There was nothing in Merrick's background to support such a he-man image. Nothing in the genes – his father was a school principal and his paternal grandfather had been a radio officer on merchant ships, these days called freighters; his maternal grandfather had been a farmer. \n\nHis mother was feisty, hot-headed enough to be termed brave as she hadn't a clue about knowing how to back down. That was just how she was, the rebel daughter of a kindly second generation clergyman. \n\nNor had home life been a hard physical struggle for Merrick, who being the elder of two children ruled the roost and was accepted in that role by his sister whom he'd adored through childhood and had that affection reciprocated in a mostly queenly manner, Merrick being eager to respond to her commands when it suited him. As Melba progressed though her teens Merrick made up his mind he would marry a girl like Melba. Unfortunately, his choice of wife was not in that mould; she was almost the opposite in fact. \n\nNot unexpectedly, Merrick's girl friends as he'd journeyed through his teen years began to date Melba's friends – girls six years older than him. Initially this caused problems as although New Zealand is socially mature as a nation, a sixteen-yearld boy dating 22-yearld women had him cast as some sort of depraved monster by some of those girls' parents. Merrick largely kept his head down through double-dating with Melba and her friend who fancied going out with the kid brother who appeared so worldly. The incentive was Merrick had access to his parent's car and didn't drink so there was no problem for the girls of being driven around by a drunk driver as they hit the night clubs. \n\nWhen he turned eighteen his parents sent Merrick to a toughening up adventure school in the Marlborough Sounds where he learned the skills of bush craft, watercraft and self-defense – three new passions that returned home with him. The family was astonished by the change in him. He seemed taller stronger, more focused and, most unexpectedly, had become extremely polite. \n\nBefore dropping out of urban social life for wilderness training, Merrick had not jelled well with his father, whom he thought was a grump and rather useless as a father, never wanting to throw a ball or run, and his mother had to attend to most breakdowns and other emergencies around the house. \n\nThe exception was discipline; his father Basil was exceedingly expert at that. However, the last thrashing Merrick received was just after coming home from that Outward Bound course when Basil refused to stop slapping Melba around. Merrick intervened and when being whacked turned on his father, knocking him to the ground, watched by his terrified sibling. \n\n\"You wait, you'll get it from your mother when she comes home,\" Basil had snarled, with one eye closing rapidly. Instead of berating her son, his mother turned on his father. A meek 'Yes dear' from Basil never to hit Merrick again was a promise kept by Basil until his death eight years later in a hunting accident. \n\nAt the character-building course, Merrick had been so fascinated by one of his tutors - an acclaimed mountaineer - who he decided to model himself on that man, who was hard as nails physically while being the politest man Merrick could ever remember meeting. \n\nThe first evening after his arrival back home Merrick went to enroll in the local judo club; he'd won the award as the most approved student in self defense at the training camp, and was eager to work through the belts. Alas, every class was full. Already appealing to women with his rugged good looks and almost shy smile, Merrick's hound-dog expression of disappointment turned the heart of the female judo instructor. She whispered she should not be 'sending a potential student to the enemy' but wrote down the address of a man who'd just set up a kick boxing studio in his car garage. \n\nMerrick was turned into a hard, fearless and award-winning student of the art –with two false replacement teeth screwed into his jawbone as more enduring reminders of his six-year adherence to the sport of kick-boxing than were the trophies on shelves in the family room at home. \n\nIt was the third discipline of skilled action on watercraft that Merrick brought home from training camp that really gave him direction in life. Entering university he joined the rowing club, and performed better than average. That interest, however, was short-lived when a fellow rower invited him out one weekend for a social sail on his father's 54ft sloop. When Merrick went to the aid of a grunting deckhand and the winch really began flying and that was noticed by the skipper and boat owner, Alec Raymond. As a result, the next Wednesday evening Merrick was sitting at dinner with the Raymond's in a fancy restaurant. \n\nBrian their son would join them later, being at a tutorial. To his astonishment as he was talking about his interest in sailing with Alec, Merrick felt the toe of Mrs Mary Raymond running up and down his leg, and then a few minutes later the foot of Brian's older sister Kate sitting opposite him; that foot plopped straight into his crutch. \n\nEmbarrassment was all over Merrick's face as he heard Alec inviting him to join his regular crew which would mean giving up rowing. He urged Merrick to consider the request favorable - \"I will make it worth your while,\" said the senior partner of one of the largest law firms in the city. \"I need you aboard. I've been trying to get Brian on the crew and after that sail last Sunday when I brought it up for the umpteenth time, he replied that if I could tempt you he would join you. His twin brother Stan, who is at law school, is already on board as a trimmer. \n\n\"I'd like you to join the crew, Merrick,\" Mrs Raymond had smiled, her shoeless foot now inside the cuff of his trouser left. \n\n\"Yes, Kate said, also with a shoe off and her foot massaging Merrick's disbelieving cock. \"Join and we'll adopt you as an honorary member of the family. I feel you have promising talent.\" Saying that, she licked her lips provocatively, a display not lost on her mother. \n\nMerrick's idea of sailing along with a winch handle in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other were quickly dispelled. Alec had Brian and Merrick and the rest of the crew at a gym two nights a week training, with superbly fit Alec setting the pace. \n\nBrian doing medicine had a punishing study schedule and if he missed a crew training night he was expected to go solo the next evening. Brian would call on Merrick to join him, as he got bored working out alone. When they finished they would go on to the boxing ring if it were available, where Merrick began teaching him the rudiments of kick boxing. Quickly they bonded. \nOne evening Brian met Merrick at a pub for a couple of drinks and they left five hours later well tanked. \"Listen, old buddy, Brian said to him, arm around Merrick's neck \"The women of our household think you really are something.\" \n\n\"Come off it,\" Merrick had laughed. \"They must be the two most stuck up bitches in the entire city.\" \n\n\"Well said, buddy,\" grinned Brian. \"But I know them from old; all the signs are there. But I tell you this - fuck my sister by all means. She is a bit of a tramp. On the other hand, don't lay a finger on my mother. Why? Because my father will kill you, that's why. He'd a really jealous bastard and his possessions are his possession alone. Get it?\" \n\n\"Yeah, but I really aren't into stuffing my sponsor's women.\" \n\n\"Don't be too correct - two of my old buddies reckon Kate is one of the best lays in town, that she really knows how to pump a guy dry.\" \n\n\"Thanks for the advice buddy. You better drive home now before you get any drunker.\" \n\n\"Good advice, Merrick, and I shall take it. Don't you wreck that car of yours either.\" \n\nOne long holiday summer weekend, the Raymond's invited Merrick on a cruise. On Saturday night there was a big party ashore. Merrick, not in a drinking mood which was usual for him, swam out to the moored sloop and had just got into his bunk when he heard a clunk of a dinghy alongside, and considerable giggling. \n\nHe went to investigate and helped Kate and her mother aboard. They were both all over him affectionately and he shooed them off to bed, with Kate inviting him to her cabin in ten minutes; she said she would have something for him. \n\nMerrick decided to accept the offer and went to the cabin where Kate, already sprawl out naked on the double bed in the dimly lit cabin, held out his arms to him. He didn't have to work hard to get her excited and was just about to enter when Mary her mother, also nude, slipped into bed beside them. \n\n\"Alec has that slut Mrs Rogers ashore and I'm not going to miss out,\" Mary had said, bending over her daughter's left breast while massaging Merrick's nuts with her other hand. \n\nAt that time Kate had graduated with a Masters of Arts degree and was teaching at a private girls' college. A year later Merrick graduated with a bachelor's degree plus a diploma in photojournalism gained from an associated technical institute. He decided to seek experience in Australia and was engaged by a magazine company based in Adelaide. Kate went with him. They returned to Auckland six months later and were married, returning to Adelaide where they spent the next five years. Their first child Giles was born there and they were back in New Zealand living in Christchurch when Bella arrived. \n\nMostly happy years followed. At times Merrick suspected that Kate had the occasional one-night stand but stood aside to avoid it becoming a deep suspicion leading to a confrontation. The weeks turned into months and he realized that Kate was referring to the name Mark more and more and one day he arrived home and found Mark in his place in bed. \n\n\"Hullo, you must be Mark,\" Merrick said, as the bare-chested man sat up in bed, very surprised and embarrassed. As Kate stirred Merrick calmly said, \"I'm off for a walk around the block. If you are still here when I return I shall smash you to pulp.\" \n\nThere was no Mark around when Merrick returned but he found a very irate Kate in the bath who screamed at him for threatening 'Dear Mark' is such a childish way. \n\n\"Choose between me and Mark,\" Merrick had challenged. \n\n\"Don't be so childish,\" she sobbed. \"I want both of you. You had not compunction about having me and my mother together all those years ago - remember!\" \n\n\"I do, much to my shame,\" Merrick confessed. \"But here is now - Mark or me?\" \n\n\"Then I choose Mark - he is far more sensitive and considerate than you are, and the children adore him.\" \n\nThat enraged Merrick; she'd exposed her lover to their children. He told her that he would sleep in the spare room until the weekend, when he would shift out. He was happy to get a divorce by qualifying under the legal terms of irreconcilable separation, but would consult his lawyer – her brother Stan, Brian's twin, to ensure that the house was sold and he obtained his legal share of their assets and retained legal access to the children. In fact, he would be happy to have the children if she wanted to flit off into a romantic sunrise with precious Mark. \n\n\"Daddy is my lawyer and he's a better lawyer than Stan. You'll end up with nothing.\" \n\n\"So be it,\" Merrick had replied, removing his toiletries from the bathroom. \n\nThe next two evenings he'd slept at Brian's house. Brian and Marg were very sympathetic. Brian's view of his sister was uncharitable: \"Once a slut, always a slut.\" \n\nMerrick shifted out that weekend, Kate having been kind enough to spend the weekend with her children out sailing with her parents to leave him to make a peaceful exit. \n\nAfter that it turned to custard for Merrick. Brian joined Stan in the battle to negotiate successfully for Merrick's guardianship of the children but lost it; Merrick decided not to try to win a custody order in Court saying, \"Let the children live in Australia with their mother and the man they apparently like so much.\" \n\nThe final farewell with the children was traumatic. Giles wished his father would stay and accept Mark as a kind uncle, while Bella didn't know which parent she wanted. Giles had gravely shaken his father's hand at the airport when Bella finally made her decision; she hugged her father and declared she'd always love him, he was her daddy and she'd return to him when she was free to do so. Her mother was anything but conciliatory: 'If you need to contact us, write to my father.\" She then moved off to where her own family was waiting out of sight. \n\nMark had thought that was the end and that he would never hear from them again. But thanks to the establishment of email cafes he began receiving emails from Bella, who with commendable enterprise emailed her uncle Brian Raymond for her father's email address. \n\nMerrick sent his messages to the email address of one of Bella's friends. Over time he noticed Bella's wordage was becoming more and more affectionate until a year on she finally announced, \"Long ago I decided that as soon as I turn eighteen I'll return to live with you, daddy – that's if you'll have me. Mummy remains a bitch, if you will excuse the expression; Mark is ever so kind to us all, but he's weak and is not my daddy.\" Although not a heavy drinker Merrick went out and got blind drunk that evening, being delivered home to his dwelling by a kindly barmaid who had to wait until dawn next morning to get thanked properly. However Merrick kept to his rule much to her disappointment: only the occasional non-recurring, one-night stand. \n\nThey were dark times for him but he coped. When properly sober he sat in front of the keyboard feeling far more excited that he'd ever been at a computer. He wrote: \n\n'My Darling Daughter (usually he addressed his messages, 'Dear Bella'). I await your homecoming deliriously. Let's keep this a secret between ourselves as I have no wish for your current relationship with your mother to deteriorate. I trust you can understand the importance of that. I'm honored to accept that you have chosen me entirely uninfluenced by me. It is a tribute that I shall remember hugely for the remainder of my life. I shall, of course, not hold you to your intention to rejoin me as sometimes people's plans change. Just let's see what happens, huh? Your ever-loving father. Merrick. PS. Please respect Giles' decision about which parent to remain with. Remember, he always tended to favor his mother whereas you were the exact opposite. M.' \n\nSituations indeed do change so Merrick decided he'd email Bella about the entry of Kirsty into his life as soon as this business with Spiro was finished. He avoided wondering whether Bella, now twelve years old, and his twenty-five year old lover would take to each other enthusiastically; he'd learned long ago that he possessed no skill at predetermining any female's thought or action. The answer would come from the two women. \n\nHe was glad that he'd purchased a house rather than still living in a one bedroom apartment even though it had been a very luxurious pad. Development as a freelance photojournalist had been very profitable from him mainly because he was so damn good at his work. People who commissioned his services for the first time invariably came back again. That, of course, gave him great satisfaction, strengthening his self-belief. \n\nAfter reviewing the past, including those gut-wrenching times on this flight to the JFK International Airport, Merrick slipped into a peaceful sleep, ready to battle for the freedom of the new love of his life or possibly being beaten up or worse trying to win freedom for Kirsty. \n\n \n\nMerrick rang the bell to Kirsty's apartment in East 102 Street. He saw an eye appear at the peep hole. \n\n\"Yeah. Who are you?\" \n\n\"Merrick Jamieson from Auckland New Zealand.\" \n\n\"Christ!\" was the disbelieving response. \"Wait there!\" \n\nMerrick had no intention of leaving. He tried to image the scene instead the apartment: The black suited goon who'd answered the door whispering to Spiro in shirtsleeves, smoking a cigar with a glass of red wine in front of him. He imagined a distraught Meg who was being used for the entrapment of Kirsty, sitting on the toilet seat, handcuffed to the water pipe. Merrick deduced if he could take out the goon he might have a chance of flying across to handle Spiro before he could pull a gun out. \n\nThe door opened. \n\n\"Come in punk,\" snarled the goon. \n\nMerrick almost grinned, thinking it was like a reply of a B-grade gangster movie. He'd seen scores of them in his time, and if today's gangsters modeled their physical behavior on their predecessors he was in for a rough time. The voice of the goon sounded slightly unsettled which pleased Merrick - either the guy thought Merrick was insane coming here or was some kind of superman. That might slow down the goon's tiny brain a tad. \n\nAs Merrick walked passed the goon he was commanded to halt and something hard and round slammed into Merrick's back and just missed his spine; it could only be the barrel of a gun. \n\nThe goon's hands swept over his back, under his armpits, up his legs to almost jam his balls into his under-belly and down the other leg. \n\n\"Turn around, goon,\" ordered the goon. Well, someone was using the wrong name, Merrick thought. \n\nIt was a short barrel revolver in the goon's hand. It was the first time in his life that Merrick had seen a real handgun as they were outlawed in New Zealand for ordinary citizens apart from members of gun clubs under certain restrictions. \n\nThis time he was frisked – Merrick was sure that was the correct word – down his front, under his arms and up and down his legs again, his balls taking another painful hit. \n\nHe's clean, boss, Merrick almost mouthed, staring at the goon, trying to unnerve him. \n\n\"He's not carrying, boss.\" \n\nWell, almost right with his wordage. \n\n\"Hi Mr Jamieson, welcome to New York although I understand it's a return visit to this city for you and to this apartment,\" boomed a big voice. \"You may face me.\" \n\nMerrick turned and was astonished. Lovely, sweet Meg whom he'd jogged with in the company of Kirsty was sprawled across Spiro's lap, looking as if it was the only place in the world she wanted to be. She was totally nude. Spiro was nude from the waist down, was in shirtsleeves with his tie yanked opened. He looked hot and sweaty. Both had a bottle of beer in their hand as if recovering from some sort of exertion. With a start Merrick had also noticed that Spiro had an empty gun holster on the table in front of him. That meant the gun was probably on his lap, giving him the feel of cold steel against his dick. \n\n\"You have one of my top men being deported from your country, you naughty man.\" Spiro grinned. \"He was supposed to be one of my best, and is not very happy with you. He called me and requested that I get you to linger so that he can mess you up a bit when he arrives tomorrow evening. Why didn't you bring Kirsty?\" \n\n\"It wasn't necessary.\" \n\nThat reply seemed to upset Spiro but at the same time he squirmed, as Meg busily worked to re-prime his cock, apparently ignoring the gun. \n\n\"Why wasn't that necessary?\" \n\n\"Because it only takes one of us to negotiate her release.\" \n\n\"Her release as you call it is non-negotiable.\" \n\nSpiro nodded almost imperceptibly to the goon behind Merrick. Merrick was thankful that he was eying Spiro instead of watching Meg at work. \n\nThe gun barrel pulled away from Merrick's back. He took a chance that an old movie was being replayed. He lunged to towards Spiro, half-turned and shot his left-leg up high and fast where he knew instinctively through hours of practice all those years ago where the assailant's throat should be, only this time there was no pulling back as this time he was free to maim although regrettably he was long out of practice. \n\nMerrick's eyes held those of his victim who had, like in the old films, flicked his gun around and had raised it high and was in the process of slamming it down on Merrick's skull. \n\nIn the same instance as Merrick saw the goon's eyes widen the edge of Merrick's leather boot slammed into the goon's throat. Those coal-black eyes turned up into the goon's head and with a high-pitch rasp he dropped to the floor already unconscious. \n\nMerrick spun around and hearing a heavy metallic click, froze. \n\nSpiro had a gun pointed at him, having just removed the safety catch and his dark brown eyes and surrounding face were expressionless. \n\nMeg was picking herself up where apparently she'd been tossed aside. She now looked afraid. \n\n\"A very impressive performance, Mr Jamieson; I think that earns you the right to negotiate, don't you think Meg sweetie.\" \n\nMeg nodded. \n\n\"Well, apparently that's confirmation from Meg. Very well, persuade me Mr Jamieson.\" \n\nWell, this was it. Merrick had reasoned on the aircraft that Spiro would greet any plea for release with contempt from a man he intended to punish for luring her into becoming a runner. Spiro had to be convinced to make a concession as an unavoidable business decision. \n\nMerrick cleared his throat. \n\n\"Kirsty and I became engaged a few days ago, but her association with you continues to hang over our heads. I want your promise as a gentleman that she is released, totally and utterly with no further price to pay.\" \n\n\"The problem with that, Mr Jamieson, is that I am not a gentleman. But carry on.\" \n\n\"In return for that concession I will stay written instructions on a countdown for execution at the offices of my lawyers back in New Zealand. That suspension will cancel a process that will lead to your investigation by the Inland Revenue Service here of yourself and a number of your business associates apparently tipped off to the authorities by you in order to have the IRS go easier on you.\" \n\nSpiro's face turned almost purple in rage and for a split second it appeared he was close to pulling the trigger. \n\n\"You're lying,\" he snarled. \n\nMerrick worked hard to remain calm; it was important not to show weakness. \n\n\"Kirsty had an enjoyable time with you Spiro and describes you as a fair guy when it comes to relationships. She says you treated her with tenderness, consideration and rewarded her handsomely. She wishes you well. May I remove my right boot?\" \n\nWithout hesitation Spiro said yes but warned Merrick would get a bullet through the chest if he pulled out a weapon. \n\n\"Just a piece of paper that I hid, expecting to be searched on my arrival; it would have meant nothing without the build-up I have just presented you.\" \n\nHe removed the shoe and pulled out the piece of paper. \n\n\"May I approach you with it?\" \n\n\"Move slowly.\" \n\nMerrick approach and almost felt the power of the man. He stepped back, allowing Spiro to read the names on the list. \n\n\"Christ, how could she get this information? I kept her separated from my business activities.\" \n\n\"Almost, but not quite. There was an overlapping between business and social activities, and you involved her here in New York in social activities, no doubt very proud to have such a beautiful lady at you side. Unfortunately for you Kirsty has an excellent memory: these names she memorized. She also assures me she doesn't have a clue about what business operations you are involved in, although suspecting that some of them may be of interest to the authorities.\" \n\n\"If this list falls into the hands of the authorities I'm done for - many of those gentlemen on this list would personally wish to put out my lights.\" \n\n\"I can understand that; a hazard of your profession no doubt.\" \n\nSpiro smile thinly and put the gun on the table. \n\nMerrick knew this was it: \"So do I have you word that you release Kirsty and leave us alone ever after?\" \n\n\"Yes, provided that you as a gentlemen will retrieve your list or lists of these names and destroy them.\" \n\n\"I give you my word on that, absolutely.\" \n\n\"This is a peculiar way of doing business, and I'm uneasy about it; it's most irregular. I will call my man off as soon as I talk to him again, but make sure you don't run into him at an airport. Now fuck off and hurry through that door before I'm tempted to put a slug up your ass.\" \n\n\"Goodbye, Merrick,\" called Meg. \"Please give my love to Kirsty and tell her that I've taken her vacated position.\" \n\n\"Bye Meg, goodbye Spiro.\" \n\n\"Through that door fast, Mr Jamieson.\" \n\nOn the way down in the elevator, Merrick thought he would burst into a relieved sweat and his knees would give way. However, he remained relaxed and strong, but was very, very relieved. \n\nOutside he waved down a cab and headed for Penn Station. He would make a surprise visit to his aunt and uncle on Long Island. He'd call Kirsty from outside Penn Station. He felt elated, knowing that a wedding was coming up– he'd tell Kirsty he wanted it within three months as he wanted to make an honest woman out of her, as they say. \n\nMerrick could hear the phone at Orewa ringing. Damn, she might be out. He decided to let it ring for another thirty seconds. \n\n\"Dr Brian Raymond's residence,\" was the tentative response. But it was undeniably Kirsty's voice. Merrick felt a surge of adrenalin pump through his chest. \n\n\"New York calling, Penn Station. It's all over; you're free.\" \n\nThere was a brief pause, then the sound of air being sucked in. With ear-drum-saving anticipation Merrick held the phone away until the scream subsided. \n\n\"Truly, truly?\" \n\n\"Yes, truly,. truly? I am unhurt and wish to be married to you inside two months.\" \n\n\"Well, we can talk about that.\" \n\n\"Inside two months, Kirsty; I'm afraid this is not negotiable.\" \n\nThere was a pause as Kirsty grappled with the competing forces of instinct and conservatism. Instinct was triumphant. \n\nShe took a deep breath, \"Yes master, as you wish master.\" \n\n\"Excellent - phone your parents as soon as you have finished here with me. Any date will suit, and any location. I'd be inviting a dozen people plus my best man and his wife.\" \n\n\"Oh, that sounds as if you want to rush it.\" \n\n\"How very perceptive of you,\" Merrick chuckled. \"By the way, Meg has just been installed as the replacement New York; she looked very happy and sent her love.\" \n\n\"Well, fancy that. Meg used to be so offhand about sex, saying she could go for months without feeling the need.\" \n\n\"Perhaps it's the life-style she has bought into? Anyway, I think we should invited Spiro and her to the wedding.\" \n\n\"What!\" was the anguished cry of disbelief. \n\n\"Want me to repeat myself?\" \n\n\"No thank you. I heard you loud and clear. How could you think of such a thing? I can imagine you did not have the nicest of receptions when you visited Spiro. Either Stevie or Solly would have had a gun shoved in your back.\" \n\"Something like that. My reasoning is additional insurance. As difficult as this may be to accept, I think Spiro has a soft streak running through him. Look how he released your predecessor to get married. I believe your linkage will be truly severed in his mind when he sees you taking your marriage vows. It's worth the outlay of a couple of places at our wedding breakfast to test that theory. Can your parents afford the outlay for that test?\" \n\n\"Don't worry about them, they are loaded. Look, I need time to think about this radical suggestion. Already in my mind I'd seen the last of Spiro, and now you want to bring him right to me. It's rather unnerving.\" \n\n\"Sure, do that darling. You know you are taking a big risk marrying a man ten years older than yourself and I took a big risk going to New York. But sometimes one has to take risks, knowing that the chances of things coming unstuck cannot be discounted. My instinct tells me this is the right thing to do. If yours tells you otherwise, then so be it. I shall leave it to you to make the decision. I'll not raise the matter again.\" \n\n\"Thank you darling. Just give me a little time to get my thoughts straight. You blew me away for a moment.\" \n\n\"How are you liking it up there on the coast?\" \n\n\"Oh, scenically it's lovely, the people are friendly but there's so few of them. The place appears deserted. Brian and Marg have been so lovely. I can see why you and he are so close. Marg and I have become close, also. She's constantly hugging me and inviting me to feel the baby moving. She introduces me to people they know as 'My lovely friend Kirsty Fallon from New York.' She makes it sound as if I am a princess; I've never had a female regard me in high esteem like that since college days. It's wonderful.\" \n\n\"So you won't be returning home with me the morning after next from the airport.\" \n\n\"Oh yes I will. I'll be eager for the kisses and the sex but most of all I want your arms around me. I'm truly in love with you, Merrick.\" \n\nShe could hear his strong breathing but he did not speak. \n\n\"Are you all right?\" \n\n\"Yes, it's just that I'm exposed here in Pen Station at a phone, so I have been thinking about flying mice over the wheat fields of South Australia.\" \n\nKirsty laughed. \"Fancy in danger of getting a boner when I talk to you sweetly. If you want dirty phone sex, I can...\" \n\n\"I'm happy just the way things are, thank you. That was a wonderful thing you just said to me. I feel blessed.\" \n\n\"God, Merrick. Now you're getting me going.\" \n\n\"Well, perhaps fortunately I must dash. The train to Bellmore leaves in five minutes. I'm off to see Jimmy and Aunt Betty. They'll take me to the airport.\" \n\n\"Give them my love, darling. I shall see you at the airport. Save journey.\" \n\n\"Bye darling, keep it warm for me.\" \n\n\"Don't be revolting,\" giggled Kirsty. Hurry home – oh, phone me from LA. Bye.\" \n\n\"Bye.\" \n\n\"No, wait. How did you get Spiro to agree to release me?\" \n\n\"I promised to destroy my list of names my law firm is holding in return to him promising to free you and ask for nothing in return.\" \n\n\"Only a promise? You idiot – can't you see what Spiro is?\" \n\n\"I figured it was a novel agreement for him, that in his whole life none has asked him to do a deal on the strength of a promise and that would make him feel good.\" \n\n\"I can't believe what I'm hearing,\" Kirsty wailed. \n\nWith great reluctance, Merrick terminated the call. \n\nAt JFK Airport Merrick kept an eye out for the returning henchman, having no idea what flight he'd be on. He looked for anyone in a neck brace, as it was likely one would have been needed after that blow with the axe handle. He saw nothing to alarm him. \n\nJimmy and Merrick mostly listed to Betty prattling on about the wedding. She had already emailed Kirsty with suggestions about the dress – 'short, lacy and white with a short white veil. Have no compunction about wearing white – I wore full length white at my wedding all those years ago despite having been a very naughty girl before the wedding'. She was absolutely sure the venue would be LA. \n\n\"It's going to be so exciting wandering the malls in Los Angeles and going star spotting,\" Betty told Merrick. \"I haven't done that for fifteen years when we stoppedver through going to Honolulu or was it that trip to New Zealand; it was fifteen years, wasn't it Jimmy?\" \n\n\"If you say so dear,\" was Jimmy's automatic response. That produced a pleased grunt from Betty and a big grin from Merrick. He was damn sure he would not drop into automatic responses with Kirsty, not that he'd be allowed to anyway. \n\n\"I'm so much looking forward to this wedding and seeing my dear sister again,\" began Betty, in another replay, unaware that her naughty nephew had dragged Jimmy away to find a bar. \n\n \n\nThe Air New Zealand jet landed in a fine, windless early morning at Auckland Airport. In Merrick's bag were five choice presents purchased in the shop of the Museum of Modern Art in New York. One for Kirsty (plus a bottle of her favorite perfume) and gifts for Brian and Marg and an equally expensive gift for his travel consultant, purchased in anticipation that he would be upgraded to business class - possibly all the way through. That had happened. \n\nMerrick emerged into the main concourse from customs and was looking around the big crowd gathered around the arriving passengers exit when Kirsty slammed into him with a jump, wrapping her legs in unladylike fashion around his waist and was smothering his face with kisses. She was so soft, warm and smelt exotic. Merrick kept his mind in neutral and then heard her reciting something, \"Flying mice over the wheat fields of South Australia ... flying mice over the wheat fields of South Australia.\" \n\nGrinning, he placed her on the ground gently and kissed her thoroughly, feeling entirely under control. What a homecoming! \n\nThen Marg was beside him, face upturned waiting to be kissed. He ran his hand over her huge belly. \"When?\" \n\n\"This Saturday,\" we believe. \"Being my first it may delay its arrival.\" \n\n\"So it's 'It', not my choice of Trevor?\" \n\n\"Ha-ha. It's a boy and it will be named Logan which was Kirsty's suggestion.\" \n\nMarg pulled down Merrick's head and whispered, \"She's absolutely lovely, well done.\" \n\nMerrick gave her a grateful smile and shook hands with Brian. \n\n\"Kirsty has told us how you guys came to meet, and then one night when we got her drunk she told us why you had gone back to New York. Christ, mate, it would have been safer to have holed-up somewhere in Australia.\" \n\n\"I know but without guarantees. If these people decide they want to find you they'll find you.\" \n\n\"I guess you're right. You always were a hard bugger so that way would be the only way for you. It's good having you back. Come on, we'll take you home then go shopping for baby clothes for a couple of hours, giving you time to get reacquainted. Then we'll come back for lunch and you can tell us all about it – the New York adventure I mean,\" Brian said, grinning cheekily. \n\nLaying back on the bed after his most memorable fuck ever, cuddling his lover, Merrick asked Kirsty to tell him about her younger days. \n\n\"What do you wish to know?\" \n\n\"Just the interesting parts.\" \n\nKirsty told him her first memories were living in Dallas, where her father had been assigned after returning from New Zealand. The appointment contracts tended to last for five years. Their next relocation was to Chicago and her father landed a renewal of contract there which covered her high school years. He then won a contract in New York and that covered her college years. \n\n\"It was very convenient of daddy, really. But despite all of his influence he couldn't get me the type of job I wanted in journalism after I graduated. He retired and he and my mother Bess decided they would like to go to the West Coast to find a choice place to retire, so daddy generously paid up the apartment lease for me for one more year. When that expired I began a series of joint sharing apartments with other girls, trying a number of jobs. But none I liked; I wanted to be a journalist.\" \n\nKirsty said she accepted three trial positions with publishers but each time found they were simply out to engage her as cheap labor under the guise of receiving on-job training, but the reality was no training system was in place. She picked up information by watching others work and asking questions and amassed some experience but only doing mundane work such as rewrites and producing fillers. \n\n\"It was all very depressing. I found waiting on tables was the most suitable thing for me to do while I waited, and waited for an opportunity to crop up. One day I applied for a position in journalism and that's when the manager dialed up his boss to watch the interview, which is how I met Spiro. You know the rest.\" \n\n\"What was he like at making love to you?\" \n\n\"Is that asking for a blow by blow account in all its variations?\" \n\n\"God no; generalizations if you please.\" \n\nKirsty sucked in her bottom lip, composing a suitable response. She said that Spiro's interest was always in 'getting one away', as he called it. He varied from being quite gentle for such a large man to being rather rough but he respected her enough to not to be brutal. \n\nMerrick looked thoughtful and said he guessed there could be a fine line between being rough and brutal. \n\n\"Yes, in my experience men who are brutal carry on regardless. Spiro was not like that, fortunately.\" \n\nSpiro invariably brought her to wonderful orgasms, Kirsty said, but orgasms devoid of real emotional attachment. \n\n\"He would call me 'love' in address, but never did he say he loved me. When we finished he might give me a couple of strokes on the body or a pat or two on the butt, and that was it. Just a form of 'thank you lady'. He would then roll over and go to sleep, or put on his shorts and loll back on the sofa and began a long round of phone calls, talking quietly so that I could not follow the conversations. It was agreed between us that I would not be involved in his business affairs. Never did I go through his brief case or his pockets.\" \n\n\"Were you aware he carried a gun?\" \n\n\"Yes.\" \n\n\"Is that all?\" \n\n\"Yes. It is not rare for New Yorkers to either carry a gun or to keep one handy.\" \n\n\"You are going to love living here where it is illegal to carry any weapon for the purpose of offensive use.\" \n\n\"I hope so. My main worry is I may become bored. Life looks rather slow here and theatre is pathetic, if you excuse me for being critical and TV lacks the bright and funny fulln chat shows that I love so much.\" \n\nThat response made Merrick aware more than ever that Kirsty was in need of reprogramming, to help adjust to a new and very different life-style. \n\n\"Do you like sailing?\" \n\n\"Yes, at times I went with Spiro out on companywned yachts, some being more than 120ft long. It was very enjoyable and the saloons would be all gold and velvet.\" \n\n\"I mean small boat sailing?\" \n\n\"I really don't know. Are they safe?\" \n\n\"Invariably. Brian's twin brother Stan now owns his father's yacht that I used to sail as a winch hand. I'll organize a trip out on that when I go in to see him tomorrow. He's my lawyer and he'll want to meet you.\" \n\n\"Why are you seeing him tomorrow?\" \n\nMerrick then told him how he'd set up the IRS threat including implicating Spiro's business pals, using the list of names she'd provided. It was now necessary to retrieve that sealed envelop and to incinerate it. \n\n\"God, that was brilliant. Spiro would have been mad about it, but impressed. He then would have imaged himself being disemboweled by a knife-wielding fanatic acting under orders. It could have occurred any time, any place. In a restaurant, emerging from a business meeting or even out on a crowded street, witnessed by scores of people. Did he offer you money to get that list?\" \n\n\"No, I traded your release on the promise that I would destroy that list. It was a gentleman's agreement.\" \n\nKirsty said she still believed emphatically that Spiro would be incapable of comprehending the meaning of that term 'gentleman's agreement'. \n\nMerrick grinned, conceding that he'd worried about that possibility himself. But Spiro's eyes had convinced him that Spiro did understand, was genuine and eager to complete the agreement. \"I guess you have expressed the reason why,\" Merrick chuckled. \"The image of being publicly disemboweled in the company of one's friends – knowing that probably one of those friends was responsibly for arranging the execution – is not the most comforting of thoughts.\" \n\nMerrick now came under close interrogation. \n\n\"Was Meg in the room while this was going on?\" \n\n\"Yes.\" \n\n\"What was she doing?\" \n\n\"Sitting close to Spiro.\" \n\n\"What was she wearing?\" \n\n\"Nothing that I can recall.\" \n\n\"What about the minder? There always was a minder when Spiro and I were together.\" \n\n\"Yes, one was there. On the floor with a near death rattle in his throat.\" \n\n\"What happened to him?\" \n\n\"I kicked him.\" \n\n\"I was under the impression that a kick in the nuts is painful but not life threatening.\" \n\n\"I kicked him in the throat.\" \n\n\"Bejesus, how did you do that? Minders are no mugs.\" \n\n\"He wasn't expecting me to do it, so I jumped him.\" \n\n\"What, you jumped high enough to kick a six foot man in the throat?\" \n\n\"Not exactly jumped, I spun around and kicked my legs up and sliced into his throat with my boot.\" \n\nKirsty sat up to look directly a Merrick. \"What kind of man are you, Merrick? First you try to chop my ankle off with your cowboy boot and now you're telling me that you almost killed a man by kicking him in the throat. You appear to be a walking deadly weapon, and I guess the minder had a gun pointing at you?\" \n\n\"Not exactly.\" \n\n\"What does that mean?\" \n\n\"He'd changed his grip to hold it by the barrel and was about to try to slam the butt through my skull.\" \n\n\"Oh Merrick,\" said Kirsty shaking. \"That was my worse nightmare; I was sick with worry all the time you were away.\" \n\n\"Now, now; I've filled you in with the details. There is no need to think about this any more. Get your mind on other things – kiss me and love me. We've got another hour to go before the others arrive back for lunch.\" \n\nBrian arrived back with two bottles of French champagne and a loan hamper filled with food from a delicatessen's. \n\nWith glasses filled – fruit juice for the very pregnant Marg – Brian proposed a toast. \"There is an engagement party at our place on Thursday night as Friday night might be bad timing for Marg. Here's a toast to two lovely people who have luckily found each other Congratulations, Kirsty and Merrick; welcome into our tight little circle, Kirsty.\" \n\nDuring lunch Kirsty gave the Raymond's her account of what Merrick had told her had happened in her old apartment in New York. The Raymond's listened wide-eyed, in the end asking only two questions. \n\n\"How did you know exactly where that guy would be standing when you weren't looking at him?' asked Brian. \n\n\"My instructor all those years ago used to make me practice that kick repeatedly, session after session,\" Merrick said. He was lightning fast, and would catch my foot, and twist it savagely if it was off target. If he blocked me on target he would simply grasp my foot. I found it a lot less painful to keep kicking right on target. Miraculously, it seems that I haven't lost the skill after all these years. He trained me to see in my mind where the target would be.\" \n\nMarg asked a real curly question. \n\n\"How is it that you are so descriptive about what happened in that room and yet you can't remember what that woman was wearing?\" \n\nMerrick was conscious that all three of them were waiting for the reply. \n\n\"I instantly blanked her out as she was not a threat to me. As Spiro promised to put a slug up my ass if I didn't move through the door quickly there was no reason to stand around waiting to see what clothes she had on or whether Spiro was going to shaft her. Are you guys coming to the wedding?\" \n\nAttention immediately swung away from apartment action. \n\n\"Oh heavens, I forgot to tell you Merrick,\" confessed Kirsty. \"Mama phoned back last night to confirm she wants the wedding in Los Angeles and had booked a reception lounge for the 30th of next month. The facility has a beautiful garden where temporary seating is placed for the wedding ceremony. Weddings of famous people are often held there. Is the 30th acceptable to you?\" \n\n\"Absolutely. I had anticipated it would be in LA because that's where your mom lives.\" \n\n\"Good. I'll email her right now.\" Kirsty left the room. \n\n\"Yes, we'll be there,\" said Brian. \"I expect I am confirmed as Best Man.\" \n\n\"Yes, and the new-shape Marg will be my chief bridesmaid and I will have one other attendant,\" came the voice from the study. \n\nMerrick winked at the Raymonds. \"That means I'll need another man - I guess Spiro will stand in.\" \n\nKirsty rushed from the study screaming, stopping when she saw the three grinning faces. She returned to her emailing, giggling. \n\n\"I'll ask Stan; I'm inviting the Raymond seniors as well as they were very hospitable to me over the years.\" \n\n\"That's nice, darling,\" said Kirsty re-entering the room. Mama is expecting a strong contingent from New Zealand.\" \n\n\"I haven't spoken to you about this, darling,\" Merrick said, but I would like to invite Kate and the children and their foster father. It seems the right thing to do and I would like my children to be there.\" \n\n\"Yes, of course,\" Kirsty said, smiling warmly. \n\nBrian cleared his throat and said that in his opinion his sister would stay away, as she had a vindictive streak in her, but she would probably send the children. \n\nMerrick nodded, saying he agreed that was the most likely outcome. But he'd be happy about that. \n\n\"The other bridal attendant?\" Merrick asked. \n\n\"I want to invite Spiro and Meg. If he accepts then I would like Meg as a bridesmaid if that is acceptable to you.\" \n\n\"Very acceptable, and you two women will find out for yourself what she is wearing when I went face-to-face with Spiro,\" said Merrick, taking the risk, having downed four glasses of champagne. Kirsty poked her tongue while Marg merely looked at him pitifully. \n\n\"How did you know Spiro would be in that apartment when you arrived?\" Marg asked. \n\n\"I had a hunch he'd be there waiting to welcome back Kirsty.\" \n\nKirsty turned white and Brian caught her as she fell. \n\n\"Just a temporary loss of blood supply to the head,\" Merrick grinned. \"She tends to buckle a little under pressure.\" \n\nThe next day final page proofs of the Waiheke article arrived from Sydney for checking. The setting sun shot of the winery looked very arresting. The heading was 'Auckland Retreat of Wine & Fun'. Kirsty had seen photographs and text separately but not the series of small photographs and Merrick's caption-story of the article headed, \"Drama for Three Little Boys in a Leaky Boat.\" \n\nWith relief she found that the story made no suggestion of a dramatic life-saving rescue, although the pictures did depict that, particularly of the two women rescuing the young lads - wet dresses revealing that neither woman was wearing a bra. \n\n\"Well done,\" was all she said, handing that page back to Merrick with 'the' ringed as a literal that had been missed by the magazine staff and Merrick. \"Well done yourself,\" he acknowledged. \n\nMerrick went on to find two captions on another page were transposed and he noted that the very artistic wine tasting picture could be cropped a little tighter to allow the re-worked image to be make larger and thereby more dramatic. He drew in the cropping marks and then rescanned the page proof for sending back. \n\nAfter emailing the changes, Merrick asked: \"Notice anything in particular about the subbing of your articles?\" \n\n\"Yes, all are now more tightly written but despite that they flow well.\" \n\n\"Good girl. That's exactly it. Better you find that out for yourself than for me to point it out. Self-criticism and self-appraisal are excellent teachers. \n\"Now what should you do?\" \n\n\"Make us coffee?\" \n\n\"That too, but you should print out your articles as dispatched and match each one against the edited version. You may not agree with every change but even so attempt to determine why such a change was made - more likely than not it is simply related to house style or the subeditor's preference. Many other editing changes, however, may prove to be eyepeners and useful for your learning curve. Actually you did very well - my impression of your submitted copy was that it would be a breeze to sub, even with the re-writing. You write with reasonable word economy, display a good grasp of language and your wordage is crisp and clear. There clearly is a writer inside you.\" \n\nKirsty sat in her chair for a minute after Merrick had turned away and started working on his accounts. She was flushed with pleasure. She was determined to work very hard to earn more genuine accolades from him. \n\n*To Be Continued...*"
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"value": "### Title: Stupid Cupid- Mission One by baboonfan\n\n### Tags: Bunny, Coming Out, Highschool, Love, M/M, Muscles, Rabbit, Teenagers, Violence (Not In Yiff)\n\n### Characters\n\n**Jerry**: A individual tasked with a mission by Eros to facilitate a romantic connection between Ben and Nate. Jerry has the ability to use magic by snapping his fingers and is working towards earning his wings.\n\n**Eros**: A deep-voiced, authoritative figure who assigns Jerry his mission. Eros has the power to inflict intense pain and provides guidance on using magic.\n\n**Ben Bunny**: A timid and initially chubby anthro bunny who faces constant bullying from Nate. Ben has a passion for music and dreams of attending Furryville University. He is revealed to be homosexual and has a notably large butt, which he is self-conscious about.\n\n**Nate Rabbit**: A muscular and arrogant anthro rabbit who is the captain of the football team. Nate is initially homophobic and bullies Ben relentlessly. However, he later realizes his feelings for Ben and undergoes a transformation, eventually becoming Ben's lover.\n\n### Plot\n\nJerry is given a mission by Eros to ensure that Ben and Nate, two anthro students at Furryville High, fall in love. If Jerry succeeds, he will be one step closer to earning his wings; if he fails, he will face severe consequences. Jerry is instructed to use magic by snapping his fingers and thinking of the desired outcome. He is then pulled into a crystal, where he begins his mission.\n\nEleven years prior, Ben Bunny, a timid and initially chubby anthro bunny, starts his first day at Furryville High, hoping to make friends and settle down. However, he immediately encounters Nate Rabbit, a muscular and arrogant anthro rabbit who is the captain of the football team. Nate, who is deeply homophobic, sees Ben as an easy target and humiliates him by pantsing him in front of the entire school. Ben is devastated and spends the rest of the day crying in the bathroom. Nate, despite his initial disgust, finds himself inexplicably drawn to Ben's butt, which he compares to that of a girl's.\n\nOver the next few years, Nate continues to bully Ben, making his life miserable. Ben, however, finds solace in music and running, eventually slimming down and becoming more confident. Meanwhile, Nate becomes even more muscular and arrogant, but he can't shake his growing attraction to Ben. One day, Nate encounters Ben in the locker room showers and decides to humiliate him again. However, the encounter takes a surprising turn when Nate finds himself aroused by Ben's touch and his cute squeaking sounds. Nate is forced to flee when his teammates enter the locker room, leaving Ben to face their wrath. Ben is severely beaten and hospitalized, leading to the arrest of Nate and his accomplices. Nate is sent to military school, where he writes a letter of apology to Ben, confessing his love. Ben wakes up from a coma, only to discover that his fingers are permanently damaged, and he will never be able to play music again. He is heartbroken but determined to pursue his dreams.\n\nYears later, Ben and Nate reunite at Furryville University, where they become roommates. Ben, who has long harbored feelings for Nate, is overjoyed to see him. Nate, now even more muscular and with a buzz cut, is equally thrilled. The two finally consummate their love, with Nate appreciating Ben's unique squeaking sounds during their passionate encounter. Meanwhile, a muscular bear named Jerry, who is actually an anthro and the janitor, watches them through a crystal, satisfied that his mission is complete.\n\nIn the present day, Ben is a music teacher at Furryville High, and Nate is the coach. They steal a moment together in the teacher's lounge, unaware that Mr. Tiger, another teacher, is outside the door, complaining about a strange noise. Jerry, the janitor, grins and snaps his fingers, disappearing as his mission is accomplished."
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"value": "Eros snapped his fingers again and the crystals stopped moving. The one in front of Jerry began glowing like the sun.\n\n\"This is your first mission. Your job is to see these two get together. If you succeed, you're a step closer to getting your wings. If not, you know what will happen.\" Eros said in his deep growling voice.\n\nJerry shivered, remembering the intense pain from only moments ago. He stared questioningly into the golden crystal.\n\n\"What do I do?\" Jerry asked. \"To use magic, just think of what you want to happen, and then snap your fingers.\" Eros explained. Jerry did as he was told, and just as he heard the snap, he felt a tremendous pulling sensation, sucking him into the crystal.\n\n.......\n\n11 years ago:\n\nBen Bunny was standing in front of Furryville Highschool, nervous, but excited. This was his third highschool in two years. His parents were constantly moving around for better jobs, so he didn't have a chance to make friends, but he finally coaxed a promise out of them that this was their final move. For the next four years he was going to attend Furryville High, make some friends, and enjoy not having to relocate every few months. He began climbing the stone steps of the building, feeling the thrill he always felt on the first day of school, when he saw trouble...\n\nxxxx - p.s. when this appears in any story, it means a switch in viewpoints.\n\nNate Rabbit knew damn well he was sexy, and he wasn't ashamed of it.\n\nHe was the captain of the football team, and had the build to prove it. His muscles were toned to the perfection of a model, and he was easily the most buff guy in town. Usually it was the meat eaters who grew to be muscled, or bovines, whom were born with bulk, but his dedication and numerous hours at the gym had payed off. (Not including his upright ears) he stood at six foot two in his Sophomore year, taller than all the Seniors. Nate had a beautifully cut six pack and abs, thickly muscled legs and arms, and two huge pecs. His eyes were and icy blue, filled with arrogance and anger, and his nose was an adorable pink. His raven black headfur drooped sexily into his eyes. His grey fur was fabulously trimmed all over his body, from his padded footpaws, to the tips of his long perky ears. His chest had a milky white blotch spreading from his neck, across his pecs to right above his waistline. Below the waist was every teenage girl's, heck any woman's wet dream. An oversized circumcised dick lay over two orange sized balls. Flaccid he was 7 inches, but when he became aroused, he cock was a frightening 11 inches.\n\nHe knew that every girl, herbivore or carnivore, would beg to service his godlike body. He made it a point to fuck the daylights out of all of his teammate's girls, but he knew that none would retaliate because he was so big. All they could do was quietly boil away on the inside, all the while sucking up to the big dawg. He had grown up in a super conservative house with a drill sergeant dad, who always pushed him to become bigger, stronger, better. Because of this he hated sissy fairy gayboys. Nothing gave him more pleasure than messing with queers.\n\nThe second Nate laid eyes on the new kid he that he was a pussy, with that milky white fur all over his body, and the sprinkling of freckles over his face. The big droopy ears falling into his face and tiny pink nose pegged him as a gay. He signaled his underlings to attention. They knew what to do; they've done it lots of times. They distracted the bunny while Nate circled around him. In a lightning quick motion, he grabbed the new kid's pants and briefs and pulled them down to his ankles.\n\n\"PANTSED!\" Nate shouted to all the kids in the courtyard. The new kid quickly tried to pull his pants up, but Nate kept them pinned down with his superior strength. All the kids near the school now where laughing their heads off at Nate's latest victim.\n\nWhen the new kid tried bending over to wretch the clothes out of Nate's steel grip, he accidently shoved his ass in Nate's face. Nate was momentarily stunned and let go of the clothing, allowing the bunny the chance to pull his pants up. The damage was done though. Nate had just gotten a face full of bunny butt.\n\nxxxxx\n\nBen wanted to die. He had never been so embarrassed. He had always been ashamed of his chubby body, but especially his ass. He had a huge bubble butt, which he had inherited from his mother. From the back, he looked like a girl in a rap video. His secret shame had been exposed to the whole school on his first day! He could feel his whole snow white body burn red with embarrassment. Ben felt his eyes fill with tears as he ran up the stairs into the school, all the while being laughed at by the whole student body. He ran into the nearest bathroom and locked himself into a stall.\n\nHe sat on a toilet seat sobbing for the rest of the day, wondering how things could have gone so wrong on his first day.\n\nxxxxx\n\nAs Nate laid on his bed that night, he only had one thing on his mind, the new kid. The guy had the perfect ass, for a girl. He'd had sex with tons of girls, but none of them had the same booty as the bunny. Then Nate realized he was fantasizing about a guy's butt. He got angry. \"Stupid queer.\" He muttered. \"Only a fag had the ass of a chick. Sticking it in my face.\" He dozed off, determining to make the new kid's life hell.\n\nxxxxx\n\n6 years ago:\n\nFor the past three years, Nate made Ben's life unbearable. He stuffed him in lockers, threw dodge balls at him in gym, slapped his lunch tray out of his hands, and an odd assortment of teasing and bullying. Now Nate was a senior and Ben was a junior. Unfortunately, because of Nate's bullying, Ben had not made any friends. The other students were too scared to come near Ben, fearing they would be subject to Nate's wrath by association.\n\nBen stuck it out. Although he had a terrible time at school, he still didn't want to move away. If he asked his parents to transfer again, they may never settle down. He decided to stay at Furryville and try to ignore Nate. Since freshman year, he had taken up running as a hobby. Thanks to all this exercise, he a lost a lot of weight and was no longer chubby. He had slimmed down to the trim, leanly muscled body of a runner. Unfortunately, no amount of running would get rid of his big butt, and he was still sort of short.\n\nBen did have one class he loved at Furryville high, music class. He could play a great number of instruments very well, and was on the fast track to a music scholarship at Furryville University. Only one more year of high school and his troubles were over.\n\nxxxxx\n\nIf it was even possible, Nate had become even hotter. He had put on about fifty pounds of pure muscle, and had grown to six foot five. He had even gotten a nipple pierced with a tiny gold ring. He was the king of the school, and everyone knew it. Even when he and his posse terrorized the other students, the principle was too scared of this ripped rabbit to get involved. His favorite victim was the pussy, Ben. Nate knew he was a fag the second the second he saw him, with that dumpy body, and those long hangin' ears, and those big, brown eyes...\n\nWhat the heck was he thinkin'!? Nate shook his head to get rid of the nasty thoughts. He stripped off his gym clothes and strutted to the shower, gloriously naked. He could feel the jealous eyes of the other guys as he twitched his stumpy tail, which made his big cock slap gently on his thighs. It was the last period of the day, so most of the guys had gone home, but Nate always like to stay after class and enjoy a long, hot shower by himself. Except today, he wasn't alone. In the showers, lathering soap into his fur was that homo Ben! Ben saw Nate and his eyes grew wide in terror. Ben speedily finished his shower and ran to his locker. Nate decided that he was gonna have a little fun with the queer.\n\nNate turned off the shower, put on his jock strap, and sauntered over to Ben's locker. Ben was still naked and drippy, and when he saw Nate, he shivered from fear and cold. Nate put on his best pissedff face. He was going to humiliate the queer, than kick his ass. \"I saw you Bunny. I saw you lookin' at my hot bod.\" Nate ran his hands over his pecs, down his abdominals, stopping just at the spot above his cup. Ben's eyes trailed Nate's fingertips, as he gulped nervously.\n\n\"N.. No, I wasn't. I..I swear!\" Ben implored.\n\n\"Don't give me that crap! I bet you jack off just thinking about me.\" Nate sneered. Ben secretly agreed with him. Many lonely nights had been filled with pleasuring himself to the image of Nate. He had long ago accepted his homosexuality, and had revealed himself to his parents, who accepted his whole heartedly. If anyone at school found out, however, his life would become even more unbearable than it was now. Nate now glared at him.\n\n\"DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!\" he pushed Ben onto his knees in front of him. \"TOUCH ME!\" Nate commanded. Ben hesitantly raised his hands to Nate's pecs. He knew he was in danger, but he couldn't help becoming aroused. He felt his bunny dick begin to stiffen.\n\n\"GET INTO IT!\" Nate shouted. Ben rubbed Nate's chest harder, flicking his thumbs over Nate's nipple, playing with the ring. Despite himself, Nate was becoming VERY hard underneath his cup. If the coach hadn't given him a special cup to accommodate his enormous package, his jock may have snapped from the pressure. Nate didn't know why this felt so good, he wasn't gay. But Ben's hands were now running down Nate's abs, feeling the wonderful ridges, and Nate almost murred his pleasure. He decided to change tactics.\n\n\"GET ON THE BENCH!\" he shouted. Ben fearfully laid facedown on the wooden bench between the lockers. He felt his erection get pushed against his body, and the softness of his fur felt good against his smooth dick.\n\n\"GET YOUR ASS IN THE AIR!\" Ben compliantly lifted his butt up. \"MMM, you have a sweet ass. It looks like a girl's ass.\" Nate bent down to Ben and pulled his cheeks apart. Hidden between the white valleys of fur, lay a tiny pink rosebud of a hole. Perfect. Before he knew what he was doing, Nate bent forward and gave a deep lick. Ben let out a surprised squeak.\n\nThat sound. That was the sexiest sound Nate had ever heard. None of his girlfriends made that sound. He was hard as steel behind his cup. He needed to hear that again. He gave another lick to the pucker. No sound. He tried again, but he only heard the barest whimper. He looked at Ben's face. Ben had shoved a hand into his mouth to muffle his sounds. Nate yanked Ben's arms back, and gave Ben another lick. Ben let out another defeated squeak. It sounded like a chew toy, but it drove Nate crazy with lust.\n\nYes, this was what he wanted. This was what he had been dreaming of for years. Why hadn't he done this before? Nate let go of Ben's arms, and Ben gave a surprised squeal. Nate now knew what he wanted. He pulled off his jock when he heard voices coming through the locker room door. Some of his teammates must have had a late workout. Quickly Nate donned his shorts and t-shirt and quietly ran out the back door of the locker room. The stunned Ben was left on the cold bench, holding the athletic supporter. A senior monkey saw him first. \"Holy shit!\" The monkey shrieked. \"That fag is humping the bench!\" The second linemen, a falcon, chimed in. \"He's jackin' to some guy's jock!\" \"Fuckin' pussy!\" a pitbull growled. The footballers pounced on poor Ben, punching him in the stomach and crotch, yanking his ears, and their final act of cruelty was to stomp on his hands, knowing his love of music. Then they left him of the icy floor of the locker room, bleeding and semi conscience until the night janitor discovered him later. Xxxxx\n\nOh my god. That was soooooo good. It was also very close. Nate wasn't the quarterback for nothing. He ran quicker than any guy on the field, and when he had heard the guys entering the locker room, he ran home. When he arrived, he found that no one was home. Immediately he stripped and laid down on the sofa. Nate needed to relieve himself of his load. He stroked his big dick, picturing the image of Ben, naked and wet, squeaking with desire, going mad with pleasure. Only two strokes finished him off. He groaned and thrust up his hips. Instantly a shower of cum shot out of his dick, coating him and the coach with a thick layer of rabbit jizz. Nate sighed with relief and tweaked a nipple. He needed to start cleaning up now.\n\nXxxxx\n\nAfter three days, Ben was still in a slight coma. After the janitor found him, he immediately called 911. At first it was difficult finding the culprits, until one of the girlfriends of the jocks overheard him and his buddy bragging how he put that faggot bunny in the hospital. Ben parents pressed charges on all Ben's tormentors, most of which ended up in juvenile hall. Of course, Nate was named the top tormentor, and his parents were informed of some of the horrible things their son had done the past couple years. They had decided to send Nate to the toughest military training school in the country. They had offered to give him one chance to make things right. Under the strict supervision of an extremely muscled male nurse, he was allowed to visit Ben and make amends. He wrote a letter of apology to Ben and asked the bear if he could please deliver it when Ben woke up. The bear agreed and led him out of the room, into his bleak looking future.\n\nxxx\n\nBen woke up two days after Nate's visit. He held Nate's letter carefully in his bandaged hands. The doctor had told him that although he would recover, his fingers would never regain their former dexterity. He would never be able to play an instrument again. With tears in his eyes, he carefully opened the letter.\n\nDear Ben,\n\nI'm sorry. I know that I can never undo what I've done to you, but I'm only can hope that you will forgive me one day. I never realized why I picked on you, until now. I'm in love with you, and it took me until now to figure it out. I loved you the first time I saw you on the steps of the school. I will probably never see you again, so you don't need to worry anymore. I hope to see you again someday, when I'm a better man. Hopefully Nate Rabbit will just be a distant bad memory.\n\nLove, love, love Nate\n\nBen closed the letter angrily. Why did this have to happen?! He finally found someone who loved him and now he would never see him again. After crying for half an hour, he decided to look at some collage brochures. His heart may be broken, but he still had his dreams.\n\nxxxx\n\n4 years ago:\n\nBen had just got out of his music theory class at Furryville University. His professor had droned on and on about Bach's composition, and he just wanted to get to his dorm room and fall asleep. When he arrived at his room, he saw cardboard boxes strewn about. He probably got a new roommate. The guy walked out of the bathroom and gasped. It was Nate! His shiny raven hair had been cut into a buzz cut, and he had put on even more mass, but it was definitely Nate! \"Ben...\"Nate breathed. \"I'm sorry. I didn't know. If you want I can change rooms..\" he couldn't utter another word, as Ben had launched himself on top of Nate. Ben was desperately clawing at Nate's clothes, yearning to touch him.\n\n\"Hehe, I missed you too.\" Nate chuckled. \"So you don't hate me?\" \"'Course not. I love you too! I've been waiting to tell you that for over two years! Now FUCK ME!!\" \"Happy to oblige.\" Nate stood up and took off his pants. As Nate took off his shirt, Ben ran his hands through the fur on his stomach. Nate's body was even more defined than before. Muscles bulged and relaxed with every intake of breath.\n\n\"I'm feeling kinda exposed, being the only one nearly naked.\" Nate said. \"Well, let's fix that.\" Ben smirked. He stood up stripped. Since high school, he had slimmed down his figure into a very sexy runner's body, his muscles tight and defined. He turned around and exposed his pride and joy. The ass he used to despise now turned heads. It was just as big as before, but now it had become higher and more defined, the perfect bubble butt. Nate stared at the juicy ass, more aroused now than ever before in his life. Ben glanced at Nate over his shoulder, his ears drooping sexily into his eyes.\n\n\"Aren't you going to sample the goods, or are you just window shopping?\" he asked coyly. \"Teasing bitch!\" Nate growled as he ripped the flimsy silk of his boxers from his body. Instantly, his mondo cock sprung upward and wetly slapped him in the chest. Pre spewed from the cock like a river, dampening the fluffy fur of Nate's stomach.\n\nNate grabbed Ben and pulled him into a tight embrace. He kept Ben's body facing forward, as they shared a passionate kiss over his shoulder. After a few minutes of the tongue fest, Ben panted out, \"Please, it's been so long. I need you. NOW!\" Nate needed no encouragement. He pulled Ben over to his bed, and had him stand, hands down on the bed with his ass up, his cute furry stub of a tail reaching for the sky. Nate kneeled on the floor, his dick dripping on his knees. He began tonguing Ben's rosebud, making Ben squeal with pleasure. Then the noise stopped. Nate looked up in alarm. Why did it stop?! Then he saw that Ben had stuffed a fist in his mouth. \"Why are you doing that?! I love the noise you make. Don't stop.\" He yanked the fist out of Ben's mouth. Then he bent his knees slightly and rammed his dick up Ben's bunnyhole. Ben lurched forward and gasped. He suddenly felt so full.\n\n\"Stop. I don't want to make that sound. It's so embarrassing.\" Ben moaned as Nate thrust forward. Nate gave one more deep lunge, and Ben let out a very high pitched SQUEAK! \"Oh, that was wonderful baby. Can you do it again? Can you? Please?\" Nate begged. He punctuated each question with a powerful thrust. Each of his motions was reciprocated with a loud squeak from Ben. Finally, they both reached their peak.\n\nAt the final moment, Nate grabbed Ben's chin, turned his around and kissed him. They both gushed torrents of cum out of their dicks onto the bedspread, moaning into each other's mouths. Afterwards, they lay spent in each other's arms exhausted and happy. In the office of admissions, a hugely muscled bear smiled as he gazed into a crystal.\n\nxxxx\n\n5 minutes ago.\n\nBen raised his conductor's wand to direct the woodwind section to play more softly. A raccoon girl whispered excitedly to her gal pal next to her. \"GOD, he is so HOT!\" \"I know, did you see his ASS?!\" her lizard friend said. \"And I LOVE his eyes.\" A marmoset student walked into the music room of Furryville High. \"You got a note from Mr. Rabbit sir.\"\n\n\"Oh, really?\" Ben said with pretend disinterest. He glanced quickly at the note and smiled. \"Be back in a few kids. Coach Rabbit needs something real quick. Just keep practicing your finger exercises.\" He quickly walked out the door to the teacher's lounge.\n\nSitting in a padded chair with his legs propped up on the table was the sexiest rabbit in the world. He pushed the baseball cap out of his eyes and grinned. He stood up and stretched, the muscles under his shirt threatening to rip his shirt. \"Hey, babe. Care for a quicky?\" Nate asked with a grin. \"You know it stud.\" Ben answered, locking the door.\n\n1 minute ago.\n\nMr. Tiger was talking to the janitor, Mr. Bear outside the locked door of the teacher's lounge. \"What's the problem Jerry?\" Mr. Tiger asked. The big hunky bear grinned. \"Got a problem with the plumbing. Keeps making a weird noise. Don't know why.\"\n\nInside the lounge, the muscular coach was pounding the hell out of the music teacher's ass while he made a squeaking sound reminiscent of a possessed dog toy. The panting studs were blissfully unaware of the danger they were in as they expressed their love in the most beautiful way possible.\n\nJerry grinned after Mr. Tiger left. He cupped a hand over his ear to better hear the sounds of love coming from inside. \"Mission accomplished.\" Then he snapped his fingers and disappeared."
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"value": "### Title: Unnatural Selection - Ch 2: Ten Little Indians by Dikran_O\n\n### Tags: Action, Bat, Canine, Catbat, Cougar, Deep Thrust, Espionage, Feline, Fox, M/F, M/Herm, Massage, Oral, Wolf\n\n### Characters\n\n**Rederick \"Rusty\" Nayles**: A large, imposing Doberman pinscher with a military-style short haircut. He is the combat instructor at FOX Academy, known for his tough demeanor and rigorous training methods. His nickname \"Rusty\" comes from his tobacco-stained teeth.\n\n**Aglaia \"Jones\"**: A vixen with blue-tinted fur, known for her incessant talking and strong will. She is one of the new students at FOX Academy.\n\n**Charles \"Chuck\" Matty**: An Australian kit fox with a sense of humor and a laid-back attitude. He is also a new student at the academy.\n\n**Anabel \"Anabelle\" Balfor**: A small English toy terrier with a slim and fit physique. She is approval-seeking and conscious of her appearance, also a new student.\n\n**Ansin Faraday**: A Southern bat with thick, oversized glasses and a distinctive accent. He has a keen interest in female anatomy and uses echolocation for detailed mapping.\n\n**Saira Rasielle**: A hybrid anthro with leathery wings, resembling a cross between a feline and a bat. Rasielle is quiet and knowledgeable about echolocation.\n\n**Sam O'Leary**: An Arctic wolf with a strong physique and a religious symbol around his neck. He is a former bounty hunter and a new student at the academy.\n\n**Thomas \"Tommy Boy\" Roark**: A tall, slim timber wolf with a background as a pilot and US Marshal. He is sociable and adventurous, also a new student.\n\n**Zac Ember**: A reserved greyish-brown wolf with rust-like highlights. He is also a new student and friends with Thomas Roark.\n\n**The Mountain Lioness**: A stylish and attractive mountain lion who enters the bar where the wolves are drinking. She is a self-proclaimed fortune teller.\n\n### Plot\n\nOn a cold June morning in Ottawa, various groups gather for their morning exercise routines. Nearby, new students at the FOX Academy stand shivering in their physical training gear, awaiting their instructor. The instructor, Rederick \"Rusty\" Nayles, a large Doberman pinscher, arrives and surveys the group, noting their diverse appearances and abilities. He introduces himself and immediately establishes his strict and demanding demeanor, enforcing rules about not talking and addressing him properly.\n\nRusty leads the students on a grueling 30-kilometer run, during which most of the students collapse from exhaustion and are taken to the infirmary. Sam O'Leary, an Arctic wolf, is the last to fall, and Rusty informs him that the real training begins the next day. Sam returns to the barracks, where he and the other students are briefed on their upcoming schedule, which includes indoctrination briefings and a social event.\n\nLater, Sam is invited by Thomas Roark and Zac Ember, two other wolf students, to join them for drinks at a nearby pavilion before the social event. Despite the rules against leaving the grounds, Sam agrees. They find a gap in the security and make their way to the Dow's Lake Pavilion, where they begin drinking at a pub. The atmosphere is initially disappointing, but it improves when an attractive mountain lioness enters the bar. The wolves are immediately drawn to her, and she engages them in conversation, revealing that she is a fortune teller who reads beer suds. The story ends with the wolves interacting with the lioness, setting the stage for potential future developments."
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"value": "FOX Academy VI - Unnatural Selection\n\nChapter 2 - Ten Little Indians\n-\n\nMonday morning dawned clear and cold, reminding some and teaching others that early June in Canada's capitol city is not yet summer. But as the sun rose groups of people gathered in the parking lots of Ottawa's Central Experimental Farm for their pre-work exercise.\n\nAt the Sir John Carling building employees of Agriculture Canada and gathered for their early morning speed walk. At the Ornamental Gardens members of Health Canada came together for Tai Chi. At the Arboretum a group of auditors from Revenue Canada warmed up for their daily run, each wearing a shirt that said \"I am NOT a Spy\" on the back. At the Dominion Observatory personnel from Natural Resources met for doughnuts and Tim Horton's coffee.\n\nNearby, a group of new students at the Foreign Operations eXecutive training facility, known to its alumni as FOX Academy, stood shivering in shorts and tee-shirts. The shorts were blue with a white stripe on each side. The tee-shirts were grey, with the Academy logo on the front and the words \"I am NOT a Revenue Canada Tax Auditor\" on the back. The students had been let out of isolation in the psychological wing of the infirmary at five in the morning, issued physical training gear and a map of the farm at five fifteen, told to report to the Academy sports field for five thirty, and not to talk to anyone until they were told it was okay to do so. Those that had to pee had to rush, but they all made it in time, and now stood silently, waiting for the instructor to arrive.\n\nAt five thirty-five an apparition appeared out of a barn-like structure at one end of the field. The creature that approached was large, larger than any of the students, and broad, as wide as the door he came out of. As he got closer they could see that it was a doberman pinscher with military-style short hair. He wore skin-tight camouflage pattern shorts, an Academy issue grey tee-shirt, and an olive drab cap. His ears and tail were cropped for fighting.\n\nHe stopped twenty paces away from the group and surveyed them silently.\n\nThe assembly reminded him of the scene in the movie 'The Dirty Dozen'. The one where Lee Marvin meets his crew of misfit convicts for the first time, except he was two sort of a dozen, and they were no way near as daunting. Apart from three wolves and a husky that would have at least look dangerous in the proper lighting, he noted a kindly looking older fox, a skinny bat, a couple of female canines, a small kit fox, and something that looked like a kitten with wings. Right now he would give his left ball for some convicts, murderers, or felons. Even J-walkers would be deadlier than this bunch.\n\n\"My name,\" the big dog rumbled, \"is Rederick Nayles, but everyone calls me 'Rusty'.\" He concluded by spitting a wad of bright red tobacco juice onto the grass by his feet.\n\n\"Excuse me, Mister Nayles?\" One of the females waved a paw in the air, a vixen with blue-tinted fir. \"Why do they call you Rusty?\"\n\nRusty stepped up in front of her so quickly that the entire group took a step back. He might be roughly the size and shape of a tank but he moved like one of those tingly vampires in the movies.\n\n\"You were told not to talk to anyone until given permission!\" The doberman roared in her face, spattering her with tobacco juice and bits of onion from his breakfast. \"Did I give you permission to talk? NO! What's your name?\"\n\n\"My name is Aglaia, Mister Nayles, Rusty, Sir.\" She managed to stammer. Rusty was slightly impressed that she hadn't swooned on the spot. \"I just assumed that since you addressed us that ...\"\n\n\"Don't assume anything, any more, ever.\" He growled back before she could finish. \"Is Aglaia your first or last name?\" He demanded.\n\n\"It's my only name ... sir.\"\n\n\"Don't call me sir! I work for a living! No last name eh? Well from now on you're 'Jones' when you are my class. Got it, Jones?\"\n\n\"Why Jones?\" Aglaia asked, her strong will and tendency for incessant talk overcoming her survival instincts once again.\n\n\"Because I don't like anyone named Jones!\" The doberman screamed, his face turning redder than his tobacco spit.\n\n\"Wait, the doctor who did our physicals, the albino, wasn't he named Jones?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Rusty said, suddenly growing deadly calm. \"And you can tell him I named you after him the first time I send your broken and bleeding body to the infirmary. NOW DROP AND GIVE ME THIRTY!\"\n\n\"That's hitting the rusty nail on the head.\" Someone quipped as Aglaia dropped into the push up position. Rusty turned in a flash to confront the wit. It was the small tawny kit fox.\n\n\"And what name do you want me to put on your headstone? The big dog demanded as he loomed over the fox.\n\n\"Ch ... Charles Matty, sir ... Mister ... Rusty\" The fox had an Australian accent.\n\n\"Would you like to join Miss Jones in a few push ups?\"\n\n\"Wot? With a fine Sheila like her? Better than getting your arse paddled with a cricket bat, eh mate?\" The Aussie grinned back.\n\n\"THIRTY!\" Rusty looked around at the rest of the bunch to see if anyone else dared to speak.\n\nDown the line he saw the other female, a small English toy terrier, with her lips pursed making paw gestures to those on either side of her to keep quiet. Rusty did not appreciate the help, but technically she had not done anything wrong ... yet. But if given enough time he was sure that she would. She looked like the approval seeking type. Rusty, who was always on the lookout for a future Missus Nayles having gone through three marriages already, also noted that she was not too hard on the eyes.\n\nShe looked sort of like a miniature doberman, with a thin muzzle, perky ears and the same black and tan markings. She was slim and fit, with perfect little paws ending in claws that looked like they had been professionally manicured. Rusty did not fail to notice her firm breasts under the tight tee-shirt or the way the chilly morning air made her nipples stand out; nor did the other males standing nearby.\n\nThe bat was one of the creatures standing beside her. He stood sideways, facing her, and his head jerked up and down as he tried to focus on her tits and ass alternately. The thick, oversized glasses magnified his eyes comically, and his mouth was hanging open as if he was awestruck. The bulge in his shorts indicated his approval of what little he could make out. He was making little high pitched squeaking noises, and they were beginning to irritate the terrier. She was turned toward the bat and shushing him loudly, loud enough for Rusty to step up without her noticing and take a position behind her.\n\n\"Problem?\" He inquired.\n\n\"He won't be quiet sir.\" The little dog said with exasperation, forgetting the no talking rule.\n\n\"Name?\" Rusty asked tranquilly.\n\n\"Anabel Balfor sir.\" The toy terrier snapped to attention.\n\n\"I said no talking, and not to call me sir. Thirty.\" Rusty smiled and pointed toward the ground. \"You too bat boy, for making that noise, whatever it is.\"\n\n\"Ansin Faraday Mister Nayles.\"\n\n\"What?\" He had a distinctive southern accent. From Georgia or northern Florida, Rusty thought.\n\n\"Ansin Faraday. That is my name.\"\n\n\"Did I ask?\" Rusty looked around in mock perplexity. \"Did I? Give me forty.\"\n\nA movement caught the big dog's eye. The feline with the strange leathery webbing under his arms was gesturing, indicating a desire to speak. Rusty ignored him, or was he a she? It looked male but it stood with its knees together and its paws clasped in front like a female would. It was signalling persistently, despite Rusty pointedly paying no attention to it. As the offending students finished the last of their push ups he finally relented and turned to the strange little creature.\n\n\"You may speak.\" He informed it.\n\n\"Saira Rasielle, si ... Mister Rusty. \"That noise he was making was echo location. He was making a sonar map of her body. It's more accurate than sight when it comes to contours and protrusions.\" It pointed at its own flat chest, marred only by twin pea-sized bumps and blushed.\n\n\"Pervert.\" Balfor struck Faraday with the back of her paw. Rusty let that one slide.\n\n\"And you know about this echo location how, mister?\" Rusty inquired of the feline. He had decided to treat the cat as a male until proven otherwise.\n\nRasielle spread his arms to reveal leathery wings. They were not as fully developed as Faraday's, but they looked impressive all the same. \"I'm a hybrid.\" He said quietly.\n\n\"Holy shit! A Chimera!\" This from the fox with the speckles of grey in his otherwise red coat.\n\n\"Thirty.\" Rusty informed the fox before turning back to the feline-bat cross. \"Those things work, Rasielle?\"\n\n\"For short distances Mister Rusty. Unfortunately my mass-to-surface ratio is to low to allow sustained flight. This is because the relative length of my torso to my wingspan ...\"\n\n\"Yeah, yeah. Save it for Bill Hanlan.\" Rusty realized that none of them would recognize the name of the Academy's Chief Analyst, an older grey fox known as 'The Professor', but he needed to get back in control of this strange little group. \"You just keep your feet on the ground until I tell you otherwise. Got it?\"\n\n\"Yes Sir.\"\n\n\"Rusty, R-U-S-T-Y, Rusty. Can't you people follow simple instructions? Jesus, I don't envy the instructors that have to turn you rag bags into spies.\" He noticed that one of the three wolves that were standing together at the end of the line was holding up a paw. \"What is it?\" He asked tiredly.\n\n\"Is this 'it', you know what I mean? Have we, like, made it? Are we part of the Foreign Operations eXecutive now?\" The Wolf asked.\n\n\"What is your name son?\"\n\n\"Sam O'Leary, uh, Rusty.\" The FOX Combat instructor studied the canine, sizing him up. He looked to be an Arctic wolf, from the amount of white in his coat, and in good shape. He wasn't muscle-bound like Rusty but his clinging tee-shirt outlined a set of solid muscles. Rusty noticed that the terrier, Balfor, was watching the wolf out of the corner of her eye.\n\n\"What's that thing hanging around your neck?\" Rusty pointed to something that looked like an upside-down capitol letter 'T' on a silvery chain.\n\n\"That is a Mjolnir pendant.\" O'Leary answered. \"Thor's Hammer.\"\n\n\"It looks like a pair of snakes yiffing.\" Rusty commented before announcing to the group: \"No jewellery on PT. Put it under your shirt for today.\" He advised the Arctic wolf.\n\n\"It's an Asatru religious symbol.\" O'Leary countered, his anger rising. \"Those intertwined lines are a mystic knot, not snakes.\"\n\n\"If I see it again it's a butt plug.\" Rusty stood chest to chest against the smaller canine and waited to see if his challenge would be met. O'Leary glared at him, but did not raise a paw. Rusty stepped back.\n\n\"And to answer your earlier question, no this is not 'IT'. 'IT' is six months down a long hard road full of pain and anguish. Speaking of which, let's go for a little run.\" Rusty grinned, revealing tobacco stained teeth that answered Aglaia's original question about how he got his nickname.\n\n\"How little of a run?\" O'Leary asked suspiciously.\n\n\"How far can you run at a fast pace?\"\n\n\"15 kilometres, easy.\"\n\n\"Then we'll go thirty.\" The doberman's pronouncement was met with groans from the larger creatures, a squeal from the long-eared bat and wide-eyed shock from the old fox. Before they could recover he led them out on to the road, cutting off a contingent of rollerbladers from Environment Canada in the process.\n\nGlancing behind as they started out, Sam O'Leary noticed an ominous sign; an ambulance with academy markings had pulled out to follow them.\n\n \n\nMost of them were in good shape, but good was not good enough against the massive canine combat instructor. Rusty liked to compete in super marathons and Iron Dog competitions while carrying fifty kilos or more on his back, and a thirty kilometre sprint was just a little short of his usual morning run. One by one the new recruits fell by the side of the road, to be tossed unceremoniously into the back of the trailing ambulance. The vehicle made the occasional trip back to the infirmary to unload when it as full, or if the latest droput looked critical.\n\nRusty did not stop until the last one, the Arctic Wolf Sam O'Leary, stumbled and fell. The student struggled to get up and continue but Rusty, who was not even sweating yet, kept him down easily with one paw.\n\n\"Relax O'Leary.\" He said as he eased the wolf back into a sitting position. Sam expected to hear a couple of words of encouragement at that point, but Rusty had his own motivational methods. \"So far, you are the best of a bad bunch.\" He told the former bounty hunter. \"When the infirmary releases the rest you tell them that tomorrow the real training starts. You have indoctrination briefings in the classroom this afternoon and a social event tonight.\"\n\n\"Where ...\" Sam gasped, \"where is the social ... held?\"\n\n\"In the students lounge. You drink there until the halfway point in the course, after which you can join the rest of the staff in the main lounge. Until then you are confined to the farm. Some of the staff might drop by to introduce themselves tonight. I'll be by so you can buy me a beer. The day you end one of my sessions on your feet I'll buy you one. Deal?\" He stuck out a massive paw.\n\nSam wanted to rip it off the wrist it was attached to, but that wrist appeared to be thicker, and better muscled, than one of his thighs, so he decided to shake it firmly instead.\n\n\"See you tonight.\" Rusty said in parting.\n\nSam looked around. The Central Experimental Farm covered about eight square kilometres, and it was criss-crossed with traffic-free lanes and paved trails that made it very popular with joggers. Rusty had been leading them around and back and forth on a circuitous route that never took them more than a thousand metres from FOX headquarters. Sam hobbled back in the direction of the student barracks.\n\nAs he showered, dried and rubbed ointment in his aching muscles Sam wondered why he had applied to join FOX in the first place. Actually he had not sought to apply, mainly because he had never heard of the Foreign Operations eXecutive until a couple of weeks before an application had appeared unexpectedly in the mail. He had filled it in more out of curiosity than anything else, unwittingly passing the first of a series of tests devised by the Academy psychologist Doctor Gordon as part of a very selective process. Of the hundred or so application forms that were mailed out only twenty were returned. Of those only fifteen were invited to visit the farm, and five of those had washed out during the week of isolation. The diversity board may have chosen the initial pool of people, but standards still had to be maintained.\n\nSam heard the groans and whines of the others announcing their release from the hospital to their rooms. Sam went down the hall, poking his head into open rooms or knocking on closed doors and informed them of the schedule. Then he hobbled off to the classroom to pick out a good seat.\n\nThe afternoon passed quickly. They were introduced to their instructors, mostly specialists and ex-agents. They would not get to meet any active agents until they got a little father along in their course.\n\n\"No offence,\" their chief instructor informed them, \"but in the cold war days there was always at least one double agent per class, and it takes a few weeks to sort them out from the loyal students. Now we worry about terrorists infiltrating. Anyone here Al-Qa'Ida, FARC or the Real IRA by the way? No one wants to admit it? Well, we'll see.\"\n\nThey were dismissed early so that they could rest a bit before the social. It was appreciated, as most were still suffering leg cramps and headaches from the morning marathon. Sam noted that the other two wolves and the terrier seemed to be in the best shape. What was her name again, Annabelle, Anelle? He had a thing for fit females, and the toy terrier was as sleek and firm as they came, and not bad looking either with those big brown eyes and tan highlights. Sam looked forward to seeing her at the social.\n\nHalfway back to the dorm the other two wolves caught up with him.\n\n\"Hey, how's it going? I'm Thomas, Thomas Roark, although my friends call me Tommy Boy.\" The large timber wolf stuck out a paw. Sam Shook it. The guy must have been over two metres tall, but slim. Sam doubted that he weighed any more than a hundred kilos. Definitely no match for that Combat Instructor Rusty, Sam supposed. He wondered if all the Americans would have to change to the metric system now that they were in Canada. \"Mister silent over here is Zac, with no 'k', Ember.\" Thomas continued. The other wolf was taller than Sam than Sam and about the same weight. He had a greyish-brown coat with rust-like highlights behind his ears and on the top of his muzzle. He waved a hello. \"Zac is a bit reserved.\" Thomas explained.\n\n\"You seemed pretty quiet yourself in class today.\" Sam pointed out.\n\n\"Oh, I'm always like that at work.\" Thomas shrugged. \"Comes from being a pilot and a US Marshal. One mistake, one second of inattention and 'boom', no more Mister Roark. I tend to loosen up a lot after hours. Speaking of which ... one of the clerks hat was collecting our papers happened to let something slip. Apparently there is a pavilion on a lake nearby where there is a fair bit of action around quitting time. Zac and I were wondering if you would care to join us for a few wet ones before we hit the social tonight?\"\n\nSam had seen the lake when the big doberman had led them across the road into the Arboretum. He recalled a white building that seemed to be floating on the water. The prospect was interesting, but there were two problems. For one, Sam was a lightweight when it came to drinking, especially hard liquor. Two drinks could make him do things he was bound to regret. The second thing was the injunction to remain on the grounds until told otherwise.\n\nBut one did not become a bounty hunter, or a secret agent he supposed, by being timid. What if, he asked himself, the whole ban on going out was just another test? Whether because of this twisted logic, or the need to prove himself after the morning's humiliation, Sam decided to join the two on their impromptu outing.\n\n\"Cool.\" Thomas declared. \"There is a gap in the surveillance coverage behind the range, where the drainage ditch dips through the hedge. I found a note about it, written by a former student, stuck behind the mirror in my room.\"\n\n\"How do you know that doberman or someone didn't put it there?\" Zac asked, concerned.\n\n\"I checked it out, and I'll go first in case the big guy is waiting for us on the other side.\" The timber wolf offered. \"It'll be fine. You'll see.\" They agreed to meet at four.\n\nWhen four O'clock came around Sam, Thomas and Zac wandered nonchalantly down the road to the building where the weapons and combat training took place. They spotted two of the groundskeepers that they had been told were really security guards and waited until they had moved on before slipping in behind the barn-like structure. Sure enough, the ditch that ran from the back of the building was low enough for them to crawl along below the level of the sensors that ringed the Academy, and dry enough to do so without getting their clothes too dirty.\n\nOnce beyond the perimeter the three cut across Prince of Wales Drive and got on the recreational pathway that followed the Rideau Canal. It led straight to the Dow's Lake Pavilion, home to two franchise restaurants and one independent pub. It was surrounded by government buildings full of lonely, thirsty bureaucrats, guaranteeing a steady flow of paying customers, plus those hanging out there seeking a mate with a steady income and guaranteed pension. Three fit, young wolves such as they should have no problem finding companionship among the secretaries, administrative assistants, and husband seekers.\n\nThe three opted for the pub, because it offered the best prospects for chatting someone up with its long bar and stand-up tables. Before Sam could protest Thomas had ordered beers for all of them. Sam took his and pretended to sip it while they surveyed the room.\n\nIt was disappointing. Most of the crowd was older guys with government identification cards from various departments hanging around their necks. Some of them looked like they had been there since lunch. There were a couple of groups of females, but they were formed into tight, impenetrable circles, discussing their horrible day at work by the sounds of it.\n\n\"It's early.\" Thomas pronounced. \"It'll get better. Drink up.\" He drained his beer in one gulp and looked to the other two to do the same. Zac complied, licking his lips appreciably afterwards. Sam drained his more slowly, but not as slowly as he had intended. The beer lit a fire in his belly, a fire that demanded to be fed.\n\n\"Another?\" Zac asked, turning to the bar.\n\n\"Sure.\" Sam's mouth answered before his brain could step up and refuse.\n\nBy the time they had finished the second beer Sam had loosened up considerably. They had just started their third round, paid for by Sam, when a lone female walked into the bar. She was a mountain lion, and she looked good. Better than good, she looked preened.\n\nShe was wearing tight skirt that hugged a firm ass and full thighs. It came down only halfway to her knees. Her legs were accentuated by open shoes with heels so high they almost violated the building code. Each claw on her perfectly trimmed feet was painted with glittering gold, as were those on her paws. She wore a stylish jacket over a designer blouse that hung open to reveal the tops of large, round breasts that stood up with no visible sign of support. She had high cheek bones that gave her that aristocratic look that lionesses of a certain age have. Her tawny hair was styled and streaked, and she wore dark brown eye shadow to emphasize her emerald green orbs.\n\nThe big cat looked around at the pickings, ignoring the jealous stares of the younger females and the drooling, overweight bureaucrats. Then her eye fell on the three wolves, and she grinned. She swayed over to the section of the bar they occupied and gracefully took a stool nearby. She sat half turned toward them, and waited. She did not have to wait long.\n\n\"Can, uh, I buy you a beer?\" Thomas, the closest, asked, indicating the taps nearby.\n\n\"No.\" She replied staring up into his eyes. \"But you can buy me a Strawberry Vodka Stinger.\" All three wolves scrambled to order simultaneously, maker her smile knowingly again.\n\nZac was the successful one. He passed the reddish concoction in its long-stemmed glass over to her. She took it with her left paw and sipped it appreciatively, never talking her green eyes off his brown ones.\n\n\"My name is Zac.\" Zac introduced himself, and then his new friends. \"What do you do for a living ...? He drew out the pause hoping she would fill it with a name.\n\n\"I'm a fortune teller.\" She answered, ignoring the hint. \"I tell futures.\"\n\n\"Oh, you're like a stock broker, right?\" Sam was slurring his words slightly already, but he was sure he had figured her out.\n\n\"No. I'm a gypsy.\" She teased them. \"But instead of tea leaves I read beer suds. Care to try?\" She put down her drink and held out her paw. Thomas pushed forward and held out his mug. \"Swirl it around and take a big gulp.\" The lioness instruct"
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"value": "### Title: Fraternal Twins Pt. 11\n\n### Tags: sister, son, incest, taboo\n\n### Characters\n\n**Slater**: The protagonist of the story, Slater is a young man on the cusp of adulthood, preparing to leave for college. He is deeply connected to his family, particularly his mother Eileen and his sister Karen. Slater is introspective and cares deeply for his siblings, including his younger sister Emily.\n\n**Eileen**: Slater's mother, Eileen is a loving and nurturing figure. She has a close relationship with Slater and is preparing for the emotional challenge of seeing her children grow up and leave home.\n\n**Karen**: Slater's twin sister, Karen is very close to Slater. She is supportive and shares a deep bond with him. Karen is also preparing to leave home, adding to the family's emotional turmoil.\n\n**Emily**: The youngest sister, Emily is a perceptive and precocious eight-year-old. She is very attached to Slater and seeks his comfort and companionship.\n\n**Jordan**: Slater's father, Jordan is a supportive figure in the family. He is less prominent in the story but plays a role in the family dynamics.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe story revolves around Slater and his family as they prepare to leave their vacation home at the lake and return to their everyday lives. Slater reflects on his close relationships with his mother Eileen and his sister Karen, as well as his love for his other siblings. The night before their departure, Slater and Eileen share a heartfelt conversation about the family's future and the need to hire a nanny before Slater and Karen leave for college.\n\nThe next morning, Slater wakes up to find Emily snuggled up next to him. The family begins their journey home, with Slater driving one car and his parents driving the other. During the drive, Karen keeps Emily entertained, highlighting the close-knit nature of the family. Upon arriving home, Slater helps unload the cars and settles into his room, where he is soon joined by Emily. The two share a tender moment as Emily expresses her mixed feelings about returning home and starting school.\n\nLater, Karen finds Slater and Emily asleep together. She quietly leaves Slater's clothes outside his room and returns to the kitchen to talk with Eileen. The conversation reveals the stress Eileen is under and the complex emotions within the family. Karen comforts her mother before they both take a nap.\n\nSlater wakes up to find Emily still with him. He joins Karen on the deck, where they reminisce about their past and the changing dynamics of their family. Emily joins them, and the family spends a quiet afternoon together, watching the clouds and reflecting on the cosmos. The story concludes with the family sharing a peaceful dinner and preparing for bed, highlighting the deep bonds and love that hold them together as they face the challenges of growing up and moving forward."
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"value": "The night before they were to leave, Slater was lying on the couch in the living room just staring out the screen door. He thought about how he had become very close to his sister Karen. He thought about how his mother and he had become close. Was it too close? He didn't know, except he loved her so much that he would do anything in the world for her and Karen. Thinking further on the subject, he found he would do anything for his other siblings too. He loved them all. It was just that he loved some of them differently right now. \n\nHe was startled and sat up when Mom sat down with him. She patted him on the back as he was jerked from his thoughts. He smiled at her. She hugged him, then sat back looking into his eyes. \n\n\"Did Emily get to sleep?\" Slater asked. \n\n\"Karen finally got her down and I think she's asleep. That was a complete surprise. She is a very perceptive little girl,\" Eileen said softly. \n\n\"She is at that,\" replied Slater. \"She had us all in tears this afternoon.\" \n\n\"I just hope this doesn't...hurt her in any way.\" \n\n\"Me too. It would be a shame if a smart little girl was sidetracked by this.\" \n\nMom nodded. \n\n\"Well, we better get some sleep, we leave tomorrow morning.\" \n\n\"And two weeks later Karen and I are gone. Are you going to hire a nanny before we leave?\" Slater asked. \n\n\"Yes. I hope you and Karen could help with that,\" replied Eileen. \n\n\"Sure, whatever you need, Mom. I'm going to bed, I'm exhausted.\" \n\n\"Me too. Give me a kiss goodnight,\" Eileen said leaning toward Slater. \n\nThey kissed. It wasn't a mother, son kiss, but they didn't linger. Both got up and went to bed. \n\n** \n\nWhen Slater woke, he found Emily snuggled up to him. He was surprised, to say the least. She had gotten into bed with him without waking him. Karen poked her head in the door, just minutes later. She smiled at finding Emily, and upon seeing her brother awake. She nodded at him as she closed the door. Slater just smiled down at Emily as he waited for her to wake on her own. \n\nHe lay there a long time. The rest of the house was quiet. He wanted to close his eyes, but he didn't want to miss Emily waking. Eventually, sleep overtook him. \n\nHe woke once more. When he opened his eyes, Emily was laying there staring at him. He smiled at her, as she reached up and caressed his cheek. \n\n\"You sure do sleep a lot,\" Emily said softly. \n\n\"And you are a sneaky little girl,\" Slater said caressing her head. \n\n\"I'm not little,\" she complained. \n\nSlater laughed at her as he sat up swinging his legs over the edge of his bed. Emily sat up, then she stood up and kissed Slater's cheek. He hugged her, she hugged his neck. Then she was gone, laughing as she hurried out the door. Slater got up and went to the bathroom. The door was closed. He heard the shower running. He looked in Karen's room. She was gone. He peeked around the corner into the kitchen. Emily was sitting at the table waiting. \n\nWhen Slater tried the door, it was unlocked. He stepped inside. Karen was in the shower. He smiled as he listened to her sing. She had a nice voice. Then he was peeing. She looked around the shower curtain and gasped. He laughed as he held his hand over the flush handle. \n\n\"Don't you dare,\" Karen growled swatting at Slater. \n\nHe ducked and was out the door. In the kitchen, he found his mother and Emily. His mother looked at him and smiled. He smiled back. \n\n\"Is Karen in the shower?\" Eileen asked. \n\n\"She is,\" Slater replied. \n\n\"Did you peek?\" Emily asked shocking both Eileen and Slater. \n\n\"No, I didn't peek. I told her I needed to use the toilet.\" \n\n\"Did she peek?\" Emily asked. \n\n\"No. Emily, you shouldn't ask questions like that and you should never peek,\" Slater said. \n\n\"Then how am I going to learn?\" she asked. \n\n\"I will teach you, dear,\" Eileen said softly to her daughter trying not to laugh. \n\n\"Oh, okay mom,\" Emily said. \"Can I go watch some TV?\" \n\n\"Of course dear,\" Eileen said still trying not to laugh. \n\nSlater was trying not to laugh also. He looked at his mom. She shook her head. \n\n\"She is a precocious child,\" Eileen said. \n\n\"She will be a handful when she gets older, mom,\" Slater said shaking his head. \n\n\"Don't I know it, just like you and Karen.\" \n\n\"Where we really that bad?\" \n\n\"When you both turned thirteen you and she were hellions. I was thinking of shipping you off to military school, but you father forbid me.\" Mom giggled as she reminisced. \n\nActually, Slater did remember her threatening him with military school way back when. He heard mom and dad arguing and promised to not to be trouble to his mom. If he remembers correctly, that was when he fell in love with her. He coughed then looked up at his mom. She was watching him. \n\n\"I know that you heard dad and I arguing. After that scuffle, you turned your life around and became the best child a mother could wish for. I know you tried to ride herd on your sister, but she just didn't learn.\" \n\n\"I love you mom,\" Slater said. \n\n\"I know, dear, you told me that for the first time right after your father and I argued. I almost fainted.\" \n\n\"Sorry mom,\" he croaked. \n\n\"I know. Now go pack your things. We leave in about an hour or so.\" \n\n\"Yes, mom,\" Slater said going to his room. \n\nWhen he was done packing, he put his bag in the back of his mom's car, which he would be driving back home. He then went and helped pack up the boys things and tossed them in the back of mom's car. \n\nWhen he was done, he started by making sure everything was in the house that should be in the house. He then started to clean up the living room. When Emily saw what he was doing, she pitched right in to help. He smiled at her as she gathered all the toys and put them in the chest in the corner while Slater straightened up the tables and other furniture. \n\nWhen he was done, he knelt down, gathered Emily in his arms and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek. She hugged him back and kissed his cheek. She looked at him and smiled. \n\n\"When can I kiss you on the lips?\" she asked. \n\nSlater looked at his little sister. For an eight-yearld, she was sure asking questions beyond her age. \n\n\"I'll let you know, okay?\" \n\n\"Okay,\" she said and went back to watching TV. \n\nSlater wandered into the kitchen and looked around. His mom had cleaned and stored everything already. He went and found his sister, Karen. She was packing hers and Emily's stuff. Slater lugged Karen's bag out to his mom's car and stowed it in the car. He didn't know who was going to be riding where. But it really didn't matter, they were all going to the same place. When he went back in, he spotted his dad dragging a bag down the hallway. \n\nHe took it from him, along with the keys to his dad's car and lugged the bag outside and put it in the car. When he got back in the house there was a pile of bags in the kitchen by the back door. Slater shook his head and sat down to take a little rest. The long four weeks was coming to an end for him and his sister. For everyone else, it was the end of the annual two weeks at the lake. He wasn't sad that it was over. He wasn't happy either. \n\nHe had made some attachments to two of his family that he never thought he would. It also looked like one other had made an attachment to him, also. He was kind of glad he was going away to college. If he stayed home he could get in some serious trouble and he certainly didn't want that happening. \n\nThe rest of the family joined him in the kitchen. Karen pulled the two coolers out and dumped ice in each of them. Any sodas left in the fridge were split between the two of them. The drivers would stop on the way out to fill them up for the three-hour drive home. Slater picked up one of the coolers and hauled it into the garage to put in the car he would be driving. Karen picked up the other one and put it in dad's car. \n\nOnce back inside Slater sat at the table with the rest of the family. When Karen sat down, everyone looked at mom. \n\n\"Who is riding in which car?\" she asked. \n\n\"Slater is driving yours and you are driving mine,\" Dad said. \n\nWho wants to ride with Slater?\" Mom asked. \n\nSlater frowned hoping it would just be him and Karen. \n\n\"I do,\" Emily said raising her hand. \n\n\"I do,\" said Karen raising her hand. \n\nEveryone else laughed. Slater nodded smiling at the two girls. \n\n\"Fine, that's settled. Everyone outside,\" Mom said get up grabbing her purse and heading for the front door. \n\nSlater went and checked to see that the back door was closed and locked. he then went around the house, checking all the windows. He knew his dad had probably done the exact same thing before he sat down in the kitchen, but Salter did it anyway. When he finished he made sure the front door was locked from inside and went into the garage. The big door was open and Karen was waiting for him to back the car out. \n\nThe three hours went by slowly. This time Karen wasn't in a bikini and Emily was belted in the back seat behind Karen. Actually, the drive wasn't that bad. Karen kept Emily busy with singing songs and watching for VW's. The miles went by and soon they were pulling up in the driveway at home. The unloading of the cars went quickly. Most of the clothes would be laundered before they needed them. Once inside the house, Slater went to his room. He flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. \n\nThinking about what his family would soon be going through. When his door opened, he was hoping it was Karen, but when he looked Emily was standing in the doorway waiting for him to invite her inside. He waved her to come in, she closed the door and ran to his bed. Frowning, she climbed up and lay on her side looking into his eyes. He rolled so he was on his side facing his little sister. \n\n\"What's the matter Em?\" asked Slater. \n\n\"I thought I would be happy to come home, but I'm not. I want to be back at the lake. I like to swim and play in the sand.\" \n\n\"I know honey, but school starts in three weeks for you. Don't worry, you'll be happy to see all your school friends again, won't you?\" Slater asked. \n\n\"I guess,\" Emily groaned. \n\n\"Anything else?\" asked Slater. \n\n\"No, not really. Can I just hang out here for awhile?\" \n\n\"Sure, but I might fall asleep,\" said Slater. \n\n\"Me too.\" \n\n\"Well, then why don't you go open the door so they can look in on us to see that you are here.\" \n\n\"Okay.\" Emily got off the bed and went and opened the door. \n\nWhen she climbed back on the bed, she snuggled up to Slater. He put his hand on her stomach and held her. He closed his eyes and fell right to sleep. \n\n** \n\nKaren was going into Slater's room to put some of his clothes on his bed. When she saw Emily with him, both of them asleep, she backed out quietly and closed the door. She put Slater's clothes on the floor by the door, then went back to the kitchen to sit with her mom. \n\n\"Emily's in with Slater. They are both asleep,\" she said. \n\n\"Well, he'll be gone in a couple of weeks. Nothing to worry about right now,\" Mom replied shaking her head. \n\nKaren was having the same thoughts as she sat there watching her mother. Eileen was chewing her nails. She had too much stress to worry about her youngest girl. Let alone the way that little girl felt about her older brother. Did all little girls worship their older brothers the way it appeared Emily was doing? Karen wondered how she would feel if she was more than two minutes younger than her brother. She guessed she would feel the same as she did now. \n\nMom sighed. Karen got up and went to her, pulling Eileen into her arms. Eileen sighed again as Karen hugged her. Then Karen was walking away. Mom sighed, rose and followed her daughter down the hall to her own bedroom where Jordan was taking a nap. The boys were in their beds taking a nap, so why shouldn't mom take a nap. \n\nLaying down next to her husband, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. \n\n** \n\nWhen Slater woke, he saw his door had been closed. He could feel Emily was still there with him. Smiling he rolled away from her as gently as he could. Getting out of bed, he opened his door. On the floor was a stack of his folded clothes. He picked them up and put them on the dresser. He stepped out of his room leaving the door open so as not to scare Emily. \n\nWalking down to the kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbed a soda. Opening it he took a sip while he walked to the sliding door to the deck outside. A silently as he could he opened the door and closed it before he sat in one of the chairs. He looked out over the backyard. It was a great backyard. The part of the deck he sat on was in shade. While the part down by the bedrooms was in the sun. \n\nHe smiled to himself remembering watching Karen sunbath in her bikini at that end of the deck many a summer. He shook his head. Those times were a little scary. When she was out there he always looked and got excited. He knew back then he shouldn't, but she was so pretty he couldn't help himself. His mom used to lay out there too. He remembered the day he started having fantasies about her. She put on one of Karen's bikinis and lay out in the sun. \n\nHe remembered running into the house so he wouldn't look at her like he looked at Karen. Back then he felt it was wrong to want his mom like that, but now... he felt as long they weren't trying to have children and it was just sex for love and fun, what was the harm. It's not like it was going to screw him up in the head. He could separate his love for his mother and the fact that he was in love with his mother. \n\nShe was a beautiful woman that had needed him to love her in that special way. She knew it wasn't right, but she needed him and he was there for her. He would always be there for her. To help her through things. To bring her pleasure and his love. The same went for his sister. He knew they could be lovers, but not bonded lovers. He wanted her to have a full and happy life. He would be there for her whenever she needed him. Just as he knew she would be there for him. \n\nSlater shut his eyes trying not to think too deeply about what some people would call a dilemma and what he called happy circumstances. He would never betray their trust as he knew they would never betray him. \n\nWhen the door opened, Slater turned to see who it was. It was Karen. She smiled at him. She was in a bikini and headed to the lounge at the other end of the deck. Slater chuckled to himself as she watched her walk away from him. Getting up he picked up his chair and went over to where Karen was just lying down. Sitting down he smiled at her. \n\n\"What?\" said Karen. \n\n\"Nothing. I was just remembering.\" \n\n\"Remembering what?\" asked Karen. \n\n\"The way I used to look at you when I first noticed your... anatomy,\" Slater said chuckling. \n\n\"Did you notice mom too?\" Karen whispered looking up at the bedroom windows. They were closed. \n\n\"I did. That scared me back then.\" \n\n\"Seeing me didn't?\" asked Karen. \n\n\"No. You were hot. All my friends said so, so I noticed.\" \n\n\"Oh brother,\" Karen growled. \n\n\"Yes, I am,\" shot back Slater chuckling again. \n\nKaren shook her head giggling at her brother. She put her head down and closed her eyes. \n\n\"Don't let me burn, okay?\" Karen asked. \n\n\"I won't, sis,\" Slater replied. \n\nKaren was laying on her back. Her bikini covered breasts were magnificent. He watched her as she just lay there, letting the sun bake her wonderful body. After about ten minutes or so, she started to sweat. Her body was covered with a smooth sheen of small sweat drops. \n\nSlater kept watch over his sister as she baked herself in the sun. He heard the door open again and turned to see Emily come out and close the door. She skipped over to where he was sitting. \n\n\"Can I sit in your lap, Slater?\" Emily asked. \n\nSmiling Slater grabbed her and set her down on his lap. \n\n\"Thank you,\" she said. \"What are we talking about?\" \n\nKaren giggled. Slater chuckled. \n\n\"Nothing hon,\" Slater told her. \"Just sitting here relaxing and thinking.\" \n\n\"About what?\" \n\n\"School, friends, family, the world, the cosmos, silly things like that,\" Slater told her. \n\n\"What's the cosmos?\" Emily asked. Karen giggled. \n\n\"Yes, Slater, what is the cosmos?\" Karen asked sarcastically. \n\n\"The cosmos is a wondrous thing, that surrounds everything. You can only see it at night. All those stars that come out up at the lake, that's the cosmos.\" Slater smiled. \"A lot of those stars aren't really stars but other worlds like ours that have mothers and fathers and sons and daughters on them. All looking up and wondering what's out there.\" \n\n\"Wow,\" Emily said eyes wide with wonder. \n\n\"Wow,\" Karen said the sarcasm gone from her voice, eyes wide with surprise. \n\nEmily just sat there looking up at the sky, watching the clouds go by. A little while later mom came out, looked around and pulled a chair over by them. She didn't say a word just sat back and looked up into the sky. When Jordan came out, Eileen got up and pulled another chair over. He sat down with them and gazed up into the sky. \n\n\"Karen you better turn over before you burn,\" Slater said nudging his sister with his toe. \n\nGroaning, Karen turned over on her stomach and promptly went to sleep. Slater chuckled. Then the boys were out. Instead of sitting with the older folks, they ran down the stairs into the backyard screaming and shouting. \n\n\"Geez,\" Karen growled closing her eyes again. \n\nSlater chuckled, mom giggled and dad laughed. Emily just sat there staring at her young brothers. After a while mom, went back inside. After about a half hour she came back out and called everyone to dinner. Slater helped the boys wash up. Karen and Emily washed up. When everyone was seated at the table Karen once again said grace. Emily smiled up at her big sister, nodding her approval. Karen smiled at Emily. \n\nAfter dinner, mom and dad cleaned up, while Slater and Karen got the children ready for bed. While the two boys were in the bathtub, Carl looked up at his brother. \n\n\"Slater, since we aren't at the lake anymore, do we have to behave since you can't dunk us?\" Carl asked. \n\n\"What makes you think I can't dunk you right here?\" Slater asked back. \n\n\"But this is bath water, not nasty lake water,\" Carl said. \n\n\"Really? Is your butt in that water? Is your brother's butt in that water?\" \n\n\"Yes.\" \n\n\"Do you really want to drink butt water?\" Slater asked almost breaking up laughing. \n\n\"Ew, no.\" \n\n\"Then I suggest you behave yourselves,\" Slater said gruffly. \n\n\"Yes, Slater,\" Carl said. Troy nodded. \n\nSlater finished washing his brothers and dried them off. He watched them put on the PJ's, then let them go watch TV before they had to go to bed. Slater jumped in the shower and was out fresh and clean and ready for a night in his own bed. Smiling he headed for the family room where everyone would be. \n\nFor the first time, he walked into the room to quiet. The TV was on. The kids were on the floor intently watching a cartoon on TV. He looked at his parents, they were both watching the kids. Karen was reading a magazine. He shook his head, smiling and sat next to Karen. She punched him in the arm. He smiled even wider. \n\nLooking at his mom, she smiled at him and mouthed 'Thank you' to him. He smiled at her and nodded. For the next half hour, the family sat together quietly. When mom determined it was bedtime, Karen and Slater herded the kids. First, they kissed their parents. Then Emily kissed Slater on the cheek. Carl and Troy kissed Karen. Carl tried to kiss Karen on the lips but she turned her head and he got her cheek. Emily scolded him. \n\nSlater tucked the two boys into bed. Karen tucked in Emily. Slater and Karen met in the hallway, the dark hallway. Karen pulled his lips to hers. They kissed for a few seconds. \n\n\"Tonight, your room,\" Karen whispered. \n\nSlater just moaned as he squeezed her wonderful ass. They hurried back to the family room. Mom and Dad were hugging on the loveseat. Neither Karen or Slater said a word. They just sat and watched what was on the TV. When mom and dad pulled apart, they were both embarrassed that two of their children had caught them in a close embrace. \nSlater and Karen ignored them. Mom helped Dad up and they went to their room. Karen snuggled up to Slater as they watched the TV. Neither of them had any idea what the show was about. \n\n\"Let's go to your room,\" Karen said. \"I want you to make love to me.\" \n\n\"I want to fuck you,\" Slater said. \n\n\"That might work too,\" Karen giggled getting up and pulling on Slater's hand. \n\nAfter turning off the TV and the lights, Slater followed her to his bedroom. She closed the door behind them and locked it. Karen certainly didn't want Emily coming in and interrupting them. \n\n\"We'll still have to be very quiet,\" Slater said as she stripped off her clothes. \"Maybe you should go lock your door?\" \n\n\"Good idea,\" Karen said going into the bathroom they shared. And before their trip to the lake, neither of them had ever thought to sneak a peek at the other. Karen was back quickly and was just in time to watch Slater take off his shorts and boxers. She groaned at the sight of his semi-hard cock. \n\nDropping to her knees, she took him in her mouth. Slater's head went back, his eyes closed and he groaned with pleasure. Karen sucked him hard. Then she started to bob her head, fucking her brothers cock with her mouth. Slater moaned as he looked down at his sister. God, he loved her so much. As he got close to coming in her wonderful mouth, he reached down and pulled her to her feet. She smiled at him as he stripped her clothes off. \n\n\"I love you,\" Karen whispered. \n\n\"I love you, too.\" \n\nSlater picked her up. Karen gasped as he swept her off her feet and set her on his bed. Slater crawled up between her spread thighs, kissing his way from her knee to her pussy. Karen sucked in her breath when his tongue slipped through her labia. Slater groaned at the taste and their soft texture. He loved her inner lips. Sucking them into his mouth gently, he slipped his tongue around and through them gently. \n\n\"Oh god, that feels so good,\" Karen whispered running her fingers through her brother's hair. \n\nSlater continued to lick and suck on his sister's labia, pulling them in and slapping them gently with his tongue. Letting them out and licking her pussy from the bottom to the top. Swirling his tongue around her engorged clit caused Karen to gasp and groan. Slater moaned as he heard his sister. He loved her so much and loved giving her pleasure like this. For a long time, he gently licked and sucked on Karen, until she pushed his head away. \n\n\"Too sensitive, just get up here and fuck me,\" she told him. \n\nNodding Slater crawled up over Karen, stopping at her lovely breasts. She moaned as his lips closed over one of her nipples sucking it hard. Slater moved over to the other nipple, sucking it just as hard. Moving up her body more, his cock bumped her pussy. \n\n\"I love you so much,\" Slater whispered. \n\n\"I love you too. Now stick that hard cock in my body and fuck the shit out of me,\" Karen growled softly. \n\nNodding, Slater pushed his cock against her pussy. It slipped right in like it was guided by her hand. Karen once again gasped as her brother's cock slipped into her body. It felt so good to have him inside her. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, holding him inside her. \n\n\"Oh my god, that feels incredible. No matter how many time you slip inside me, it always feels so incredible,\" Karen whispered in his ear. \n\n\"I know. I will never tire of making love or fucking you. It's almost like it's our first time, over and over again.\" \n\nSighing Slater started to move in and out of Karen slowly. He had first thought to just fuck the hell out of her, but once he was inside her, he wanted to savor that feeling of her body wrapped around his hard cock. Karen sighed as he moved. \n\n\"Oh god, that is so...\" \n\n\"So what?\" Slater asked chuckling softly. \n\n\"So fucking good. Keep doing what you are doing, please?\" \n\nThe twins moved together slowly. Slater sliding his cock in and out of his sister slow and easy. Karen bucking her hips up to meet his downward thrust just as slow and just as easy. Karen's lust was fast to rise to the peak and stay there just before the top of the mountain. Slater had been almost to the top from the beginning but held himself in check, so he could orgasm with his sister. He watched her pretty face as he made love to her. \n\nHe watched her eyes roll up into her head. He watched her nipples become bigger and harder as his cock rubbed against her clit. He watched her face become flushed with excitement. He watched her nostrils flare as she breathed. When her mouth opened to scream her pleasure, he kissed her. She screamed into his mouth. She was coming. Her hips jerked up and down out of control. Her legs flailed in the air. Her pussy gripped Slater's cock so hard he started to cum also. \n\nThe both of them were grunting and groaning as they slapped their bodies together. Salter's cock pulsed and pulsed his cum into his sisters pussy. Karen's pussy gripped Slater's cock hard. Her legs and arms were now holding onto him hard. They both lay there holding onto each other for the longest time. Then Karen just collapsed under him. Slater pushed up looking down into his sister's eye. She smiled to let him know she was okay. He nodded at her and flopped to her side. \n\n\"That was wonderful,\" Karen whispered. \n\n\"It sure was, sweetheart,\" Slater said softly. \"Are you going to sleep here tonight?\" \n\n\"I would love to, but you know the kids will be looking for us both in the morning,\" \n\n\"Of course. I love you so much. Sweet dreams,\" Slater said as Karen got out of bed. \n\n\"I love you too. So much it hurts sometimes. Thank you. You too,\" Karen replied, picking up her clothes and walking to her bedroom stopping in the bathroom to clean herself. \n\nSlater went to his door and unlocked it. He put on a pair of shorts and crawled into bed. Tomorrow would come quickly. Karen finished cleaning her brother out of her and slipped into her t-shirt and shorts. Turning she looked longingly at her brother as he got comfortable in his bed, wishing she could join him. Sighing, she unlocked her door and climbed into bed alone. Both of them were asleep in minutes. \n\n*To be continued...*"
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"value": "### Title: Tales from the Hall of Heroes, Sunfire by Antarian_Knight\n\n### Tags: Dragon, Human, Magic, Plot Development, Violence (Not In Yiff)\n\n### Characters\n\n**Mikael**: The lord of the knighthood, a seasoned and respected leader among the dragons and their riders. He is married to Scarlon's rider and shares a deep bond with his dragon, Argil.\n\n**Argil**: A wise and powerful dragonlord, Argil is Mikael's mount and closest friend. He is the mate of Scarlon and the father of Sunfire. Argil is deeply respected among the dragons for his leadership and strength.\n\n**Scarlon**: A red and gold dragon, Scarlon is the mate of Argil and the mother of Sunfire. She is a formidable fighter and a respected member of the knighthood. Her rider is Mikael's wife.\n\n**Nick Molernari**: A young and skilled rider, Nick is the companion of Sunfire. He is dedicated to his role and deeply connected to his dragon.\n\n**Sunfire**: A beautiful golden dragoness, Sunfire is the daughter of Argil and Scarlon. She is known for her exceptional command of magic and her bravery in battle. Her rider is Nick Molernari.\n\n**Nixarian**: A dragon who has been riderless since the death of his companion, Daelin. Nixarian is a respected member of the knighthood and a formidable fighter.\n\n**Blackwell**: An ancient and powerful dragonlord who believes that humans should serve dragons as slaves. Blackwell was defeated and sealed away millennia ago but has recently escaped, seeking revenge and domination.\n\n### Plot\n\nMikael, the lord of the knighthood, leads a flight of dragons and their riders to investigate the sudden silence from a remote town. Accompanied by his wife, who rides Scarlon, and other prominent members of the knighthood, including the riderless Nixarian and the young golden dragon Sunfire with her rider Nick Molernari, they discover a valley decimated by dragon fire. The destruction is so severe that it could only have been caused by an ancient and powerful dragon.\n\nUpon encountering a lone, shell-shocked soldier, they realize that the dragon responsible is Blackwell, an ancient dragonlord who had been sealed away for millennia. Blackwell's return spells danger for both dragons and humans, as he believes in the subjugation of humans and has a grudge against those who defeated him. The knighthood, along with the US military, prepares for a battle against Blackwell and his followers.\n\nThe battle is fierce, with Blackwell's immense size and power proving to be a formidable challenge. Despite the combined efforts of the dragons and the military, Blackwell seems nearly invincible. Argil, the dragonlord, engages Blackwell in a desperate fight but is severely wounded. Sunfire, enraged by her father's injuries and the death of her rider, Nick, taps into a deep well of magical energy. In a final, selfless act, she transforms into pure magic and defeats Blackwell, sacrificing herself to save her kin and the world from his tyranny. In the aftermath, the dragons mourn their losses and honor Sunfire's ultimate sacrifice, marking the end of the millennia-long Dragon Civil War."
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"value": "Alrighty, here we go, the second tale of the Hall of Heroes. I do hope you enjoy it. As always, comments are greatly appreciated.\n\nEnjoy.\n-\n\nMikael flew high, mounted on the shoulders of Argil. The huge dragon was flying lead in a flight of four. To the left of the leaders of the knighthood flew Scarlon. The red and gold rider that rode her was Mikael's wife. They had been married for many years now, ever since the year of Daelin's death. Something about losing an old comrade had made them think about life, and they had finally tied the knot after a relationship of several years. Even after such a long time of marriage, it still struck him as an odd coincidence that his wife was the companion of Argil's mate. Dragon and rider both were tied together by marriage. He shook his head and looked in the other direction. About fifty feet behind them on that side flew Nixarian, riderless as he had been since Daelin's death, and further out, there flew a young golden dragon, Nick Molernari on her shoulders. The lord twisted in place to get a better look at the fourth member of the flight. The daughter of Scarlon and Argil had chosen the first of the newest riders as her companion all those years ago. Mikael smiled as the rays of the sun reflected red from the dragon's golden scales.\n\n'She is every bit as beautiful as her mother.' Argil stated into his mind, one blue eye peering back at him as they flew above a cloud bank. Mikael smiled at the dragon, unsurprised that he knew what Mikael was thinking about. In the century since they had become a rider and dragon pair, they had become the closest friends, their mental link intensifying until they were almost of one mind. But Mikael had to agree with his mount on this one. Sunfire was a beautiful dragoness. Her scales were pure gold, except when sunlight caught them just right, and then the light became scarlet, the crystal-like scales reflecting it as if they were prisms. She had caught the eye of many of the male dragons, but she had remained apart. But despite her lack of relationships, or perhaps because of it, she was one of the most skilled dragons in the knighthood. Mikael had picked her to accompany them on this flight because her command of magic was far beyond even that of Argil and Scarlon's.\n\nAnd that thought brought him back to the troubling story that they had come out here to investigate. A military scout hovercraft had landed outside the Dragon Mountain, a day or two ago, the pilots bringing a troubling message. All communications coming out of a remote town in the former state of Montana had ceased, and all of a sudden too. Several state police units had gone into the area looking for the reason, but nothing had been heard from them. So, the military had dispatched the nearest National Guard unit into the area to investigate, and it too had disappeared. But, before it went quiet, a single message had gone out. They had found a very shell-shocked old man who had sworn that he had seen a serpent as dark as the night soar out of the sky, bringing with it fire and death. He was obviously raving mad, but that description couldn't be about anything but a dragon. Mikael hadn't really given the story much credence; that is until Sunfire had had a dark premonition. So now, the four of them had come north, looking for the town and the missing military unit.\n\n'Mikael.' Argil's voice jolted him out of his thinking. The huge dragon nodded his head in the direction of a mountain valley and Mikael looked down into it as they flew over it. The floor of the valley was as black as pitch, like a broad dark scar on the earth.\n\n'Let's go.' Mikael stated, waving a signal to the other knights. The four dragons came soaring down out of the sky and into the valley. As soon as they were close to the ground, the three knights slipped from their mounts, landing on the ground with ease. Nixarian stayed aloft, keeping watch, while the other three dragons landed with their riders. Mikael stood still for a moment, listening. There was no sound on the air, no creatures stirring anywhere in the valley. But that wasn't the thing that bothered Mikael. What bothered him was the smell. 'Do you smell that?'\n\n'I do.' Argil answered and Mikael knelt, feeling the earth with his hand. The scent was sickly sweet and cloying, the lingering scent of burnt flesh. For it to still to be around after all this time, it must have been a large number of people. Mikael brushed ash off of the hard surface he knelt on and shook his head, looking upward this time. He had been kneeling on what once must have been the stone foundation of a house, but the heavy rocks had liquefied, flowing downhill into a puddle.\n\n'Only dragon fire is hot enough to melt stone.' Argil said, bending his head down to sniff at the melted remains of a large building he had been standing on. 'But only the oldest of us has a fire hot enough for this kind of destruction.'\n\n\"Lord Mikael!!\" Molernari shouted. The lord of the knighthood looked up and he held up a mass of melted metal and plastic, what once had been an assault rifle. Looking around slowly, he realized that what he had taken as boulders must have been the melted remains of armored troop carriers. \"There are about a hundred of these spread out all over the place. From where they are, I would say that whatever killed these soldiers gave them no warning.\"\n\n'Argil, who could have done this?' Mikael asked, but the dragon's attention wasn't on his rider. His blue eyes were staring at his mate. Scarlon was staring around at the destruction, the look on her face troubled and fearful.\n\n'None of our folk.' He replied, his attention still on the other dragon. He looked as if he might continue, but he didn't get a chance. Footsteps in the blackened glass of the valley floor reached their ears and the six warriors looked around. A single soldier, dressed in soot-stained battle fatigues was walking towards them. There was no sign of his weapon, and he had the look of a man who had seen too much, the so called mile-wide stare. Nick stepped forward, holding up his hands.\n\n\"Its alright, no one is going to hurt you.\" He said, reaching out and putting a hand on the man's shoulder.\n\n\"What happened soldier?\" Mikael said, walking up to him. The man looked at him with a vacant expression.\n\n\"It came all of a sudden at us.\" The soldier said, looking around at all of them. \"Came out of the sky and ripped us to shreds. I was just out of its line of fire.\" The soldier took off his helmet and let it fall to the ground. His hair was jet black, and sticking up at odd angles.\n\n\"What came out of the sky?\" Mikael asked. But before the soldier could reply, Sunfire shouted loud.\n\n\"Stay away from him!!\" she shouted. The knights looked at her with shock, but she was staring at the soldier, her eyes glittering brightly with enchanted sight. They turned back to find the soldier's vacant expression gone. In its place was a malicious grin, the kind found on only the most evil of beings. But most disturbing of all were the eyes; they had gone totally black, nothing more than voids. Without warning, the knights were thrown back, flying far through the air. The soldier was swelling, growing larger and larger, his skin turning jet black, like his hair. His body was becoming more and more draconic and Argil growled deeply. The man jumped straight up, great black wings spreading wide. He flew high, easily avoiding Nixarian, but he hadn't stopped growing. He kept right on getting bigger and bigger. By the time he was out of sight, he was at least five times as large as Argil, easily the size of a hill.\n\n\"I've never seen anything like that.\" Nick stated, staring up with open-mouthed awe.\n\n\"Nor I.\" Mikael stated, slowly getting to his feet. \"I think I broke a rib.\"\n\n\"Unfortunately, I have seen it before.\" A voice said. It was female, and Mikael recognized it as belonging to Scarlon. \"A long time ago. We have to get back to the mountain and prepare our folk. And quickly.\"\n\nSunfire crouched alongside her siblings, looking up at her parents. The two dragons were sitting before them with the knighthood's leadership. Scarlon was standing in the middle of the Aerie, and all were silent, waiting quietly for the eldest of the dragons to speak.\n\n\"It was a very long time ago, several millennia ago in fact. All of you riders know what war is. And you have all heard stories of what it was like when humans and dragons fought. But this, this was a hundred times worse. It was a civil war, dragons fighting dragons.\" She said, looking at her mate. \"There was once a Dragonlord named Blackwell, who believed that humans were meant to serve dragons as slaves. The trouble was, that he found sympathetic ears among some of the dragons and even among the humans. When the other two dragonlords refused to listen to him, he rebelled. His followers were numerous enough to cause a lot of difficulties for dragonkind. When I was only a hatchling, the war began. Dragon blood rained down as the two sides fought. The war lasted for years, and before it was over, thousands of dragons had been killed, some even still in their eggs. Worst of all, Blackwell killed the dragonlord Caladon. But Blackwell was defeated in the end. However, he had performed the most dangerous and forbidden spell in our arsenal, a spell that kept magic from penetrating past his scales. And at his size and power, magic is the only thing that can kill him. Thankfully, the spell also prevents him from casting magic. So the victors settled on a different solution. They sealed him away, deep down inside the earth with a very deep magic. It would seem that he has broken out at last.\"\n\n\"He is so big.\" Nixarian stated, looking at his brother. The dragonlord was staring off into space, obviously lost in thought. \"I didn't know a dragon could grow that big.\"\n\n\"Not naturally we can't.\" Scarlon stated. \"Using magic to increase his size was one of Blackwell's specialties. But the consequence of that sort of magic is that his life force is spread thin. Ever since he used that power, he has been living a sort of half-life. He won't care about anything except revenge for his defeat. And he is going to see anything moving as a target.\"\n\n\"What can we do against that?\" That was Skye, the second in command of the dragons. His question was met by mutterings and whispers. \"If magic is the only thing that can kill him and it can't get past his scales, what are we to do?\"\n\n\"We fight.\" The voice was quiet, and it stilled all the murmurs, for it was Argil's, but his voice was different than it usually was. It was filled with a steely sort of resolve, the kind that belonged to the most determined individuals. \"Skye, get a direct link to the US military, I have a feeling we will be needing them. Nix, prepare everyone we have for battle.\"\n\n\"Yes sir.\" The pair stated. There were no arguments, for they could sense the urgency and finality of the situation in his tone. As everyone walked away to their tasks, Sunfire remained behind, her rider settling back against her shoulder.\n\n\"Do you think we have it in us to defeat him?\" He asked and she had to shake her head.\n\n\"I don't know.\" She said, the dark gloom that had settled over the mountain evident in her voice.\n\n\"If you don't know, then I am sure I don't.\" He stated, looking up at her. \"I guess I will just have to be ready for anything.\" Sunfire nodded and the pair walked over to one of the entrances into the mountain. It seemed that a black pall had fallen over the land outside, a shadow that was growing by the moment...\n\nSunfire waited with Nick on her shoulders, his drawn sword in hand. She could sense his agitation, and her scales ruffled with sympathy as he ran a whetstone on his blade. The sword had long since passed razor sharpness, and the stone could not do much more for it, but he hadn't stopped, each stroke an exercise in control as he fought the instinct to panic. Given the situation, most of the young riders, those who had not faced combat yet, were edgy, their nervousness evident in every motion. The young knights were sitting mounted astride their dragons in two long ranks on the lower slopes of the dragon mountain, awaiting orders. The more experienced knights were lined up in front of them, all of them facing to the east, mounted on their dragons. The veteran knights either did not feel fear or were better at disguising it, for they did not shift in their saddles, did not needlessly check their weapons. They and their dragons were sitting still, seemingly at ease. It took the finely tuned senses of a dragon to recognize the metallic tang in the air as nervousness.\n\nMikael and Argil alone seemed unworried. Mikael was sitting on his dragon's neck, reclining with his hands behind his head as if asleep. But Sunfire recognized the small movements her father made as he stood as signs that he was fully alert and ready for battle. A man wearing the futuristic battle armor of the US military and General stars approached them and Mikael slid off Argil to greet him. Though Sunfire could not hear what was said, she figured it had something to do with all the soldiers that were around, busy as a bees in preparation for the fight. The United States military had gathered all the strength it could muster quickly to fight alongside the dragons, since they shared a mutual foe. Behind the arrayed dragons, on the slopes of the mountain, the military had dug in its new advanced SAM batteries, each warhead guided by a small chip of magic crystal created by the magi employed by the military. Before the dragons, on the valley floor, a battalion of hover tanks sat quietly, their crews making their final checks. Infantry formations were dug in all over the ground, foxholes and trenches filling the fields and meadows. Overhead, dozens of fighters buzzed like a flock of insects. With all this firepower gathered here, it was nearly impossible to imagine anything surviving. But Sunfire and her rider both felt something through her magic senses that made them uneasy. Looking forward, she could tell that her father and mother were both feeling something similar. Even her uncle Nixarian, not the most magically powerful dragon in the knighthood, seemed unsettled. In fact, all the elder dragons seemed edgy.\n\nA few moments later a shout came up from the forward lines of infantry. But Argil seemed already to have spotted what they were calling out about. The great black shadow was on the horizon, and Sunfire felt a bolt of fear lance through her. But the presence of her siblings and their comrades allowed her to clamp down on it. Argil looked down at his rider and nodded before lifting off with Nixarian and Skye, all three dragons flying riderless for this meeting. Sunfire drew in a deep breath and stretched her wings, making ready to fly. Though they all hoped that Blackwell would see reason, she and her rider didn't hold out much hope. So she sat ready, waiting for the word...\n\nSkye stood still beside his best friend, his rider sitting easily on his back. The blue scaled dragon was scanning the sky with his eyes, keeping an eye out for their quarry. The sky was clear for a moment and he sighed, digging his claws through the earth, itching for something to happen. He looked up as the General approached and trained his ear as the Lord of the Knighthood spoke to him.\n\n\"General.\" Mikael stated, nodding to the man.\n\n\"Lord Mikael.\" He replied, \"My men are all set, just waiting for news. The radar stations have detected nothing in the area besides my fighters, not that I thought they would. Any sign of our target?\"\n\n\"None.\" Mikael responded. \"I don't like this waiting around, but what choice do we have?\"\n\n\"Not much.\" The general replied. Then, Skye spotted it. A dark smudge on the horizon that was rapidly growing larger. He was about to cry out a warning to Argil, his best friend since they were both un-awakened dragons but the larger dragon spoke before he could. 'I see it Skye.' He said and then a cry went up from the front line of the infantry. Skye looked up at his rider and the man gave him a pat on his shoulder and slid off onto the ground. It had been decided that for this meeting, only dragons could be present. Blackwell was not likely to have changed very much in the last few millennia. His disrespect for humans would not have faded. Skye took a deep breath and leapt into the air alongside Nixarian and Argil, the three dragons flying to meet Blackwell. It seemed a very short flight. When the trio approached the huge black bulk that was winging towards them, his voice came out to meet them. His voice was strange, a wholly alien cast to it.\n\n\"What have we here?\" He said, pulling up short and hovering with his wings outstretched. \"Three new recruits for my cause?\"\n\n\"No Blackwell, we fly not to join you,\" Argil answered. \"But to ask you to cease your crusade.\"\n\n\"Bah!\" Blackwell responded, shaking his head. \"I thought that might be the case. But what should compel me to abandon my desires? Your powerful Knighthood?\" At Argil's sullen look, he laughed. \"So, you thought I would not know? It makes me sick to think of dragons demeaning themselves by allowing humans to ride them like a common mule.\"\n\n\"We are honored to work with humans.\" Argil replied, \"I have come to offer you a chance to join us. It is a far better world that we live in than the one you left so long ago.\"\n\n\"Join you!?\" Blackwell shouted. \"Ha! No, my little dragon, you have nothing to offer me. And since you will not join me, you leave me with little choice. You and all your allies will die today.\"\n\n\"Think hard Blackwell.\" Nixarian said, speaking for the first time. His voice was filled with a tone of utmost disrespect. \"We have weapons the like of which you cannot dream of now. Even you can't stand against them.\"\n\n\"I beg to differ, runt.\" The large dragon stated, then pointed downward. The trio looked down to find a convoy of vehicles crawling along the terrain, heading for the mountain. \"For I have allies too. Those loyal enough to know that dragons are meant to rule. I could kill the three of you right now, but I won't. You,\" he said, suddenly pointing at Argil with a gigantic clawed hand. \"Though small, you are a dragonlord, so I will give you the gift of fifteen of your human minutes to prepare for my coming. Go.\"\n\nArgil jerked his head in the direction of the mountain and the three of them flew off at top speed. 'I am surprised that he is giving us this time.' Skye stated, speaking with his mind to his friend.\n\n'I am not.' Argil stated. 'As corrupt his mind is, he is still a dragon at heart and he feels some sense of honor still. But the fact that he has allies disturbs me.'\n\n'It would certainly explain how that madman that slew Daelin could match the rider's strength with magic.' Nixarian said, his mental voice seething with hatred. 'If I have to, I will roast every one of his followers alive for slaying my rider.'\n\n'You might just get that chance.' Argil commented, diving down towards their lines...\n\nSunfire and Nick soared into a dive over the battlefield once more, Sunfire breathing a long tongue of flame down onto the positions of the few remaining black clothed soldiers, the followers of Blackwell screaming as they died. She soared back up after her pass and surveyed the fight. The once green valley had been charred black by dragon fire and the melted remains of vehicles littered the ground, amid the smoldering trees. Blackwell's forces had charged into the US soldier's positions under cover of magic, but they had been met by a hail of fire and dragon's had added their breath to the battle. The newly created rail guns had been used for the first time, destroying tanks and vehicles with incredible ease. It had looked like a victory would come swiftly, but then Blackwell had come himself.\n\nIn a single pass over the battlefield, he single-handedly turned the tables. In a single pass, his breath had burned half of the ground troops into cinders of ash. Tanks had melted into puddles with their crews still inside them, and the residual heat immolated everyone unlucky enough to survive the pass. Every weapon, even the advanced, magic-tipped missiles hadn't even scratched his scales. Only the rail guns had had any effect, chipping off scales where they touched. But that was far too little against such a behemoth. A green scaled dragon suddenly spiraled past her, headed for the mountain. His rider was barely holding on with his only remaining arm. Both rider and dragon were badly burned and Sunfire banked at Nick's urgings to land beside the wounded pair.\n\n\"How goes the fight?\" Sunfire asked the dragon in dragonic while Nick slipped off her back to help the rider off his saddle.\n\n\"Bad.\" He replied, panting and holding one burnt wing in close to his side. \"All the fighters have been shot down or forced to withdraw and at this rate, we will have him dead in a year or so.\" Sunfire touched his wing with her clawed hand and magic surged between the two dragons. The green dragon's pained face eased as the wound was soothed. But such was the power of Blackwell that Sunfire could not wholly repair the wound, not without expending more magic than she could spare. \"Thanks. We were lucky, he only just caught us with that blast. My wingmate caught it full on. I haven't seen him since...\"\n\nThe dragon collapsed into unconsciousness with the pain and Nick climbed back onto her back, the pair sharing a look. They nodded and Sunfire lifted into the air, soaring high towards the horrific battle taking place above them. They broke through the cloud layer to find a confusing web of dragons soaring around and around, all of them breathing flame or casting spells at the great black dragon that flew with deadly purpose through them. Rail gun rounds speared him but they were as biting flies to him. Each time he caught a dragon with his claws or jaws, he killed; every dragon that felt his breath died, or spun towards the ground, blackened and wounded. As Sunfire closed on the fight, she saw all the dragons suddenly stop spiraling in and out of the pattern and she saw why. Argil had actually landed on top of Blackwell, savaging his back with his claws and teeth. Blackwell couldn't bend his neck back far enough to get at the smaller dragonlord, and he writhed as his scales rained down like black raindrops. She cheered her father on quietly, and then, all of a sudden, the battle took another turn for the worse. Blackwell twisted suddenly, rolling in the air. The wrestling pair fell from the sky in a roiling ball of scale and blood, but now Argil was getting the worst of it.\n\nIn an instant, Blackwell was rising again and a badly wounded white and silver dragon fell from the sky, uncontrolled, his blood falling quickly. Scarlon was instantly there, slowing his descent with her magic, her mental cries echoing in the minds of every dragon in the vicinity. Sunfire quailed suddenly, for if her father, the mightiest of all the dragons, could not defeat this foe, what hope could she have? And then, a new sound came to her ears. Laughter. Dark, rolling laughter like deep thunder. She saw Blackwell laughing at his enemy's despair.\n\nA rage that Sunfire had never felt before suddenly lit within her, filling her body and mind. A snarl disfigured her face and she let out a roar, as deep and loud as she could muster. Seeing the great rents that her father had torn in Blackwell's scales, she gathered all her energy for a spell. Magic was her element; spells never before imagined lived within her mind and if anyone could hurt him, it was her. For the sake of her father, she would fight. She felt a similar resolve grip her rider and the pair soared towards the behemoth. The spell was boiling within her and she aimed right for the huge dragon. He noticed her coming and turned his head toward her, jaws opening wide. Just as she spoke her spell, a ball of fire shot from his mouth. She saw the bright tendril of her spell hit home, seeking out the cracks in his hide, flowing past his protective barrier. Blackwell screamed loudly in pain, and then, the fire hit. Both Nick and his mount tried to shield themselves with magic, but it was a useless gesture. Both were engulfed in flame and she felt and heard her rider's death, his scream rending her soul and she was burning, inside and out.\n\nBut it was not the end. All of a sudden, she was in clear sky again. Though blackened with the fire and badly wounded, she was still alive. Blackwell was frozen in the air, his wings beating hard to keep him aloft while he writhed with her spell. But then, she heard Skye's voice in her head.\n\n'Fall back to the ground!!\" it ordered. 'Everybody, fall back now!!\"\n\nDimly, she obeyed, letting the wind guide her downward. Every part of her ached and burned. Her heart most of all, for her rider was nothing more than a cloud of ash. But she smiled slightly. She had wounded their foe and that was something to be proud of. When she got close enough to the ground, she saw that the other dragons were gathering around their leader. She made an uncontrolled landing that was more a crash than anything else, and pushed gently through the crowd of dragons to her father's side. All her siblings, brood mates and younger dragons alike were clustered around him with their mother. Thankfully, she saw that he still lived. His chest was rising and falling still and a miraculously unwounded Mikael was kneeling at his side, using his magic to staunch the dragon's bleeding. Argil was not conscious, bloody drool trailing from his half open mouth, but at least he was still alive. Sunfire felt as if the whole world was closing in around her and she stumbled back from the gathering.\n\nHer mind was clouded by a range of thoughts. Nick was dead, Argil was wounded and Blackwell would survive her spell, she knew. Looking around, she vaguely noted that more than half of the surviving dragons were not in any shape to fight, most of them barely on their feet. All of the rest were injured in one way or another. From the sound of things, their military allies had all fallen, and she herself did not think she could survive another bout with the evil dragonlord. She slumped to the earth, a mound of blackened scale in the black valley. Hopelessness set in. They had done everything they could, many, human and dragon alike, giving their lives to defeat him and it was all for not. She lay in the soot for a few moments more and then, suddenly, her mind grew clearer. She pushed herself to her feet. She had not done all she could yet.\n\nStretching her injured wings out to the side, she lifted off, unnoticed for the moment. Every wing beat was agony, but it didn't matter. One way or another, this would be her last flight. Every labored breath was pain, but she smiled, delving deep down into herself, tapping the current of magic energy that flooded her. She reached deep into it, welcoming the power into her. As it filled her, the pain eased, gradually fading away. She was rising towards the great black dragon that was starting to recover from her spell. At last, as she came towards him, she was noticed. A riot of voices speaking gibberish washed into her head and was drowned out by the magic. She could hear the voices of her family calling to her, trying to get her to return to the ground, but she knew what she needed to do. The magic was still flooding her, more than she had ever felt. All her life had been leading up to this moment, this tiny shard of time. Blackwell noticed her and turned his head, tongue of flame surging towards her, but she did not waver. She met the flames head on and kept flying, undaunted. Magic was sheathing her, every golden scale shining like the sun itself. Though she felt the heat of the flames, they did not burn her.\n\nShe delved even deeper into the magic well and she found herself suddenly poised on the edge of something she had never felt. Like a cliff in her mind, she waited at the top of a bottomless sea of magic energy. She held herself in readiness, her mind already growing distant as her body began to erode away, becoming magic itself. Blackwell was trying to flee, but he was sluggish in the wake of her spell casting and she drew closer still. And then, when she had nearly touched him, she paused. 'For you, Father.' She said, and threw herself off the mental cliff. Her mind faded away, her body vanishing into the flood of magic and she smiled...\n\nThe dragons on the ground below watched the small black and gold shape that was Sunfire rise towards the gigantic black dragon above them. She began to change color, gold fading into crackling blue-white as magic flowed out of her and Blackwell's flame did not touch her. She boiled on undaunted, the change becoming ever more rapid. And then, just when the small shape was about to touch the black mass, her outline vanished. The being of pure magic that touched the dragonlord flared for a moment and then vanished. For a moment, it seemed that nothing had happened, then the black dragonlord began to contort. His body was folding inward, shrinking as it contracted. It was like watching a singularity chew its way through a planet. Suddenly, his body collapsed, disappearing in a flash of blue-white light, accompanied by a deafening bang. The light blinded even the dragons, but, afterward, many would swear that they had seen the golden outline of a dragoness in the center of the explosion. But when the light faded, Blackwell was gone, nothing remaining of him save for the black scales that he had lost in the fight. But even as they watched, they began to crumble away into ash.\n\nIn the days afterward, the dragons healed their wounded, mourning their dead as they did so. Those that they could find were pressed into diamonds, their pale light joining those of the knights and dragons that had fallen in the past in the hall of heroes. But Sunfire would have no diamond. No trace of her was ever found, but a statue of her was raised in the hall by her father. It was of her standing up on her hind legs, bright globes of magic surrounding each upraised hand. At her feet stood Nick Molernari, standing eternal guard with her, sword in hand. And so the Dragon Civil War drew to a close, the millennia-long conflict finally ended by its last hero..."
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"value": "### Title: Tragic Fiendship by Setta Flamowitz\n\n### Tags: Clean, Dark, Death, F/F, My Little Pony, Pony\n\n### Characters\n\n**Rainbow Dash (Rainy)**; A crippled pegasus anthro with a shattered wing, living in solitude and despair after a tragic event. She dreams of a past moment of happiness and speed but is haunted by her failure.\n\n**Flutterpsycho**; A yellow-coated pony with red eyes, driven mad by Nightmare Moon's power. She hunts and harms small woodland creatures.\n\n**Apple Doom**; A small filly with a skull-faced apple on her flank. She is skilled with traps and crafting, and is part of a group opposing the Tragic Fiends.\n\n**Belladonna**, a young unicorn with a distinctive plant on her side. She is part of the group opposing the Tragic Fiends and has a unique ability related to her name.\n\n**Shootaloo**; A little pegasus with an unusual harness and metal tubes. She is part of the group opposing the Tragic Fiends and is mentored by Zecora.\n\n**Zecora**; A striped zebra who mentors the group of fillies opposing the Tragic Fiends. She provides guidance and wisdom.\n\n**Starless Midnight**; A purple, muscular unicorn with a wicked horn. She is one of the Tragic Fiends and seeks vengeance against those who oppose her.\n\n**Pinkie Sigh**; A morose pink pony who creates disturbing taxidermied figures. She is isolated and seeks acceptance through her gruesome creations.\n\n**Dame d'Pomme**; A golden-hued mare in regal attire who commands the Apple Corps and Night Flyers. She is one of the Tragic Fiends.\n\n**Nightmare Moon**; The overarching antagonist who has plunged the world into darkness. She is opposed by the group of fillies and Zecora.\n\n### Plot\n\nRainbow Dash, now known as Rainy, lives in despair after a tragic event left her wing shattered. She dreams of a past moment of happiness and speed but is haunted by her failure. Meanwhile, Flutterpsycho, a yellow-coated pony driven mad by Nightmare Moon's power, hunts and harms small woodland creatures. A group of fillies, including Apple Doom, Belladonna, and Shootaloo, along with their mentor Zecora, oppose the Tragic Fiends, a group of powerful and dangerous ponies.\n\nThe fillies and Zecora work together to defeat Flutterpsycho, using a trap prepared in the jungle. However, their victory is short-lived as Starless Midnight, a muscular unicorn, seeks vengeance and attacks Ponyville. Belladonna stands her ground and uses her unique ability to defeat Starless Midnight. The group continues their mission to defeat the Tragic Fiends, facing Rainy and other challenges along the way.\n\nThe group eventually confronts Dame d'Pomme, the leader of the Apple Corps and Night Flyers, and Pinkie Sigh, a morose pony who creates disturbing taxidermied figures. After a tense confrontation, Shootaloo and Belladonna manage to defeat Dame d'Pomme and Pinkie Sigh. The group then focuses on their ultimate goal: defeating Nightmare Moon and restoring harmony to the world. Zecora reveals that the Elements of Harmony, once pure, have been perverted by Nightmare Moon, and the group vows to set them right and end the endless night."
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"value": "My Little Pony: The Magic Fiendship\n\n(Totally and 100% a work of parody. Do not spaz out, please.(\n\nThe air whipped against Rainbow Dash's face, making her lips wobble as she pushed, faster and faster still, her mind and heart united in her quest for speed. No longer was she racing, no longer was she defending that poor shy pony; now there was nothing but the speed, straining against the air itself, feeling the pressure build, feeling the burning in her wings as she went faster than she ever had before...\n\n... and her eyes opened in the night, tears running down her cheeks. Always, always she dreamed of that moment, that last instant of happiness, a fresh torment to taunt her in her sleep. Sometimes she dreamed she had done it, that she had broken through, saved the day, been a heroine. Those dreams were the worst, mocking her with false images of what might have been. Respect and friendship, a joy in flight she would never know again... The crippled pegasus laid her head down again, her shattered wing atop her as ever, her crumpled feathers the only comfort she kept. Her chamber amidst the ruins of the cloud-formed city was cold, but she had long since ceased to care. Just like all the others. Rainy closed her eyes and tried to return to sleep, not bothering to still her tears.\n\n\"GET BACK HERE, YOU STINKING GLUEPOTS!\" howled the red-eyed pony, charging madly through the forest, her yellow coat stained red with the blood of the small woodland creatures she had captured that morning to skin. The three small, nimble fillies ahead of her wasted no breath replying, but ducked and weaved through the woods, pulling slowly away from her. \"I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!\" she screamed, but the three vanished from sight at last. She kept running in a berserk rage, chasing after those impudent vandals who had shattered her cages and freed a month's worth of hunting.\n\n\"That was a close one,\" gasped out one of the three small fillies, a skull-faced apple on her flank.\n\n\"We couldn't leave them,\" responded another, a distinctive plant on her side. \"You saw what she was doing to them.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" said the third, subdued. \"I wouldn't wish that one her, let alone some helpless bunnies.\" She wore an unusual harness with a strange metal tube on either side of her body, underneath her wings, and a picture of one of those tubes as her mark.\n\nTheir mentor nodded her striped head somberly. \"It is good, when innocents yelp, to muster courage up to help. The evil that one does is vast, for all the sorrow in her past. But you must mind this fact too; do not be hasty, Shootaloo.\"\n\n\"You didn't hear them, Zecora,\" said the little pegasus quietly. \"Belladonna, you tell her.\"\n\n\"It was... worse than usual,\" admitted the young unicorn.\n\nThe zebra shook her head sadly. \"What she had done before was bad, but Nightmare Moon's power drove her mad. I fear we can no longer wait; now we must embrace our fate.\"\n\nApple Doom's eyes widened. \"You mean... it's time?\" Fear and anticipation whirled alike and make her legs quiver.\n\nZecora nodded. \"No longer will they let us hide, when Flutterpsycho stands defied. The Tragic Fiends will do their worst... so we must go slay them first.\"\n\nThe first they knew how to defeat. Apple Doom's skill with traps and crafting made it easy to prepare a deadfall lined with spikes, in the dense jungle where Flutterpsycho would be forced to walk. They had prepared the pit long since, but knew that using it would mean there was no turning back, victory or death, in a land where death had become easy to find. Merely showing themselves was enough to incite the berzerker pony to scream, froth, and give chase... and soon enough she struggled in the pit, impaled on a dozen sharpened spikes, gnawed ready by a local rabbit, the pit itself dug and maintained by dozens of forest creatures. They swarmed in, biting and clawing until the pony's yellow coat was hidden beneath their small, furry forms.\n\nEver since the blue pegasus had fallen from the sky and crashed into her, frightening away the butterflies and animals that had begun to gather, Flutterpsycho had sought madly to find ways to keep them all forever. At long last, she would be with all the forest creatures forever more.\n\nA mouthful or two each.\n\nVengeance came swiftly. A mountain of muscle and purple fur charged into Ponyville mere hours later. Wild bursts of chaotic magic erupted from her wicked horn and shattered already-precarious buildings. Ponies fled screaming as fast as their tired hooves could bear them out of town, anywhere but in her path.\n\nAll but one.\n\nA single filly stood her ground. \"I'm not afraid of you, Starless Midnight!\" she declared defiantly with a toss of her head.\n\nThe purple bruiser snorted. \"You should be.\" Her hooves thudded heavily on the ground as she advanced on her target. \"You don't stand a chance against me.\" Her eyes glared, narrow and furious at the unicorn before her, at the world that had so disappointed her. \"I've improved my body day in and day out for years, ever since that stuck-up school threw me out just because I couldn't pass some stupid test.\" Her teeth gritted still at the memory, trying so desperately to open the egg, sobbing as her parents brought her home, vowing never to look at another book so long as she lived. \"There's no way some little filly is going to get in my way. I'm going to stomp right through you and not even pause, and you'll have about two breaths to regret being so stupid before I crush your skull!\"\n\n\"Maybe so,\" said the little unicorn, but stood her ground. Starless Midnight snorted again and broke into a charge. Her foe ducked aside at the last moment, her horn scraping against the Tragic Fiend's side, scratching through her fur.\n\nStarless Midnight turned, hooves slamming on the ground to stop herself. \"You think dodging is going to save you?\" she snarled, and set herself for another charge. She took her first step... and found herself sinking to the ground, her legs gone weak and distant, her vision going blurry. \"Wha... what's happening?\" she demanded, feeling her body rapidly shutting down.\n\nThe filly tossed her head again, an oily sheen coating her horn in the moonlight. \"There's a reason they call me Belladonna, you know.\"\n\nStarless Midnight died before she could ask what that reason was.\n\nRainy glared up from beneath her black-painted eyelids at the pegasine Crusader, her dark black blood spilling from the hole in her side, the breath coming more and more laboriously to her lungs. \"You... haven't won anything,\" she gasped out. \"Nightmare Moon will avenge me, and your suffering will make mine as nothing!\" Shootaloo snorted, slowly trotting forward - and sharply slammed a hoof against the blue-black pegasus' broken ribs. \"In that case, I better ramp up your suffering first. This is a little trick I like to call... Shootabuse.\" Rainy's mouth gaped wide in anguish as the Grim Champion forced her hoof into the wound...\n\nApple Doom's flanks heaved, standing atop the fallen form of the gryphon, its lifeblood still dripping from her chin. The room beyond was a vast, empty ballroom, filled with slowly swaying forms of cloth-piles, piles of rocks adorned pathetically with top hats and monocles, and a disturbing collection of stuffed ponies... expertly taxidermied. Behind a long, elegant, but all brown-and-silver table laid out with a sparse repast, a bright pink pony sat. \"Do you like my party?\" she asked sadly, then, \"No one ever likes my parties. No one will ever come to them. That's why I make my own guests, too. Then I can have the most wonderful parties with all my friends. You'll be my friend too, once I've taken your insides out..\"\n\nIn a wild chaos of clashing colors, another sat, her white hide spattered and stained with years of neglect, her purple main tangled and oily. Her army, as she called it, or rabble as any who dared would have described it, milled aimlessly about. The favor of Garishly protected them in the dark world of Nightmare Moon, ensured them the right to take what they wished, eat anything they could find.\n\nThey broke and ran and were run down when the buffalo stampeded through their midst. The zebra cried out, running alongside their chief, \"Though your revenge is not denied, their leader you recall is mine!\" He did not respond, too busy running over the thrashing body of a fallen pony with a pair of scissors on his flank.\n\nZecora found the tent easily enough, a riot of mismatched colors that stood out even in the gloom. Garishly looked piggishly up from a fat-swollen face at her, horn glowing dangerously. \"You don't really think you can WIN, do you?\" she snorted. \"You haven't even any magic to fight with!\"\n\n\"You will learn what I can do, but not soon enough for you,\" responded the zebra, flicking her head - and a small vial flew through the air toward the grossly obese unicorn.\n\nGarishly made a contemptuous snort and blasted the vial with a bolt from her horn. A purple mist erupted... and lanced toward her. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, but the mist formed a loop about her neck. Her forehooves lifted, but the garotte sunk into the folds of fat beyond her reach. Slowly her eyes glazed over and she fell.\n\nZecora watched and waited through it all, then said quietly to no one, \"A very final sort of joke, refined down into Poison Choke.\"\n\nThe ruins of Canterlot were the domain of the Apple Corps, the legions who obeyed the Dame d'Pomme. The Night Flyers patrolled the skies relentlessly. But Shootaloo and Belladonna, for all their youth, had been forced to learn quickly and well how to hide, how to evade detection. Now they used those skills to slip into the city, to make their way to the Shattered Palace. Zecora stayed behind, having found a book amidst the jumbled heaps of Garishly's treasure that suggested a way, one day, to defeat Nightmare Moon herself.\n\nHow to strike at Dame d'Pomme, however, eluded even them. They found an unguarded vantage point they could watch from as she commanded her followers, laying down law and whim with equal force. They saw when the pink pony slowly clopped in, pulling a cart with a thin blanket over it.\n\n\"Why, Pinkie Sigh, it is as always a great pleasure to see you,\" the golden-hued mare in her regal outfit trilled. \"You so rarely grace my court with your presence. Might I inquire as to your reason for visiting today?\"\n\nThe morose pink pony barely lifted her head. \"I made something for you. You're going to hate it but I tried. I always try but no one ever likes anything I do.\" She reached a forehoof back, and tears came to the eyes of Shootaloo and Belladonna.\n\nApple Doom had been expertly preserved. She was positioned on her back, forelegs raised before her, face frozen forever in a mask of terror. Stitching was visible reconnecting her throat, but a few slices had been left peeling out, as though a series of blades had just instants before cut across her neck.\n\n\"Oh, Pinkie Sigh, you are much too hard on yourself,\" cheerfully declared Dame d'Pomme, regarding the stuffed Crusader genteelly. \"You have returned my misguided sister to me, after all, and that is a wonderful gift.\"\n\n\"You're just saying that. You hate me for killing her. You just hate me,\" mumbled the pink pony, tears in her eyes as she turned.\n\nTwo shots rang out as Shootaloo fired both barrels of her harness-gun. The two Tragic Fiends crumpled, a perfect hole in each forehead.\n\n\"Run,\" said Shootaloo.\n\nSomehow, they managed to evade the Apple Corps and Nightflyers. In the moment they were too terrified to think; afterward they could not recall how they had done it. They rejoined Zecora in the deep forest, while the leaderless legions and mobs fell to fighting each other, every pony at the throats of every other in a mad rage, battling for dominance. Zecora told them what she had learned.\n\n\"For hopes, there are few much dimmer, but there is a single glimmer. Nightmare Moon once was defeated, and it just might be repeated. It takes a most powerful magic, but there the story does turn tragic. The Elements of Harmony once were pure, but that is no longer sure. Nightmare Moon has those perverted, and their natures all inverted. Once they were domains of friends, but now turn to darker ends. To put an end to endless night, we must set the Elements right.\"\n\nShootaloo looked at Belladonna. Their eyes were still red-rimmed from tears; neither thought they would ever again be able to close their eyes without seeing poor Apple Doom's body.\n\n\"We'll do whatever it takes,\" the pegasus vowed. \"We'll make Nightmare Moon pay for what she's done!\"\n\nNightmare Moon laughed, her cackle ringing across the world she had sheathed in her darkness. The six fools who might have been able to stop her had they somehow found those disgusting inner sparks of friendship were dead, at the hands of those who hated her most.\n\n\"Now there is nothing left that can stop me,\" she gloated to the sky, where the darkened sun lurked with its helpless prisoner watching the misery below."
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"value": "### Title: (Short(: Snow Break by BeaverReturn\n\n### Tags: Beauty, Canine, Fantasy, Gay, Husky, M/M, Masturbation, Sex, Short, University, Winter\n\n### Characters\n\n**Reggie**: Reggie is a Bernese mountain dog and a student at a university. He is initially portrayed as pretentious and rude, but he has a dreamy and contemplative side, especially when it comes to appreciating the beauty of snowfall. He struggles with his attraction to Stone, a husky he meets on campus.\n\n**Stone**: Stone is a husky who works as a groundskeeper at the university. He is characterized by his unique appearance, including a silver lip ring, and his friendly demeanor. Stone is attracted to Reggie and tries to engage him in conversation, but Reggie's initial rudeness makes their interaction difficult.\n\n### Plot\n\nReggie, a Bernese mountain dog, exits the library with a pile of books, captivated by the descending snowflakes. The snowfall transforms the campus courtyard into a serene, almost forest-like scene. Stone, a husky groundskeeper with a distinctive silver lip ring, approaches Reggie, commenting on how refreshing it is to see someone appreciate the snow. Reggie, initially charmed, becomes defensive and rude, questioning Stone's presence and dismissing him. The encounter leaves Reggie with a sense of regret and longing.\n\nBack in his dorm room, Reggie tries to focus on his studies but finds himself distracted by thoughts of Stone. His mind wanders into a detailed fantasy about Stone while the snow continues to fall outside his window. The fantasy involves a deep emotional connection, as Reggie imagines a passionate encounter with Stone in the snow-covered courtyard. The fantasy is vivid and intense, highlighting Reggie's suppressed attraction and desire for Stone.\n\nThe fantasy reaches its climax with Reggie and Stone sharing an intimate moment, but Reggie snaps back to reality, feeling embarrassed and awkward about his feelings. When he encounters Stone again in the courtyard, Reggie struggles to act normally, and Stone feels rejected. The snowfall returns, adding a melancholic atmosphere, as the two characters fail to connect, leaving their encounter unresolved."
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"value": "*Snow Break*\n\n\"Are you a top or bottom?\"-BeaverReturn\n\nReggie, in a hurry, exited the library with a pile of books under his arm. It should not have taken him that long of a time to cross the campus courtyard on his way to west-building but the descending snowflakes, quite considerable in size, had caught Reggie's eye as they fell soft and slow around him. Despite his rush, Reggie suddenly found himself lost in the flakes' spectacle, he had become distracted by it and suddenly the young dreamer felt himself mesmerized within his own awe.\n\nIt was not a blizzard, for the snow was not violently spurring about, but it was falling plentiful enough that the world around Reggie had become imprisoned within an obscuring and soft whiteness. The courtyard was not a forest by any means, rather just a four-way cross-section that lead to each area of campus. But still, in the wake of such glistening purity did the browns of the sparse trees of the courtyard become so pronounced. It was not a forest, no-just a couple of planted city trees, but in the ever concealing snowfall, had the trees become more observable, becoming the almost semblance of a forest, a hidden woods on campus.\n\n\"Well that's certainly refreshing.\" Spoke a low voice suddenly distracting Reggie from his contemplations.\n\n\"Huh? What is?\" The dog, known by breed as a Bernese mountain dog, turned around to see another dog, a husky, behind him. His white fur, so pale, would make him a complete phantom within the snowy scene if not for his dark-brown leather jacket, red scarf, piercing blue eyes, and most unique of all, a shining silver lip ring; which was an incredibly rare sight around the pretentious campus-scene.\n\n\"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. It's just you rarely see people stop to stare at the snowfall here around campus. It's just refreshing. That's all I meant.\"\n\nThe husky seemed a bit embarrassed now, his personality receding as he spoke but not so much that his sapphire eyes would ever stop looking towards Reggie. The garish eyes of the husky caused Reggie to react both aggressively and defensively. Straightening his back and huffing out his chest, the front of his ritzy long jacket rose up,\n\n\"Are you going to tell me who the hell you are?\" Reggie frightened, had reverted himself into a state of the most commonly witnessed campus personality: the posh yuppie.\n\n\"Again I'm sorry,\" the husky raised his paws up. \"I'm Stone. That's not my real name. But it's the name I go by now.\" His eyes dropped to notice the bundle of books hooked under the other dog's arms, \"Say, that's quite the pile you've got there.\"\n\n\"And what would it be to you?\" Searching eyes darted up and down in an arrogant gesture. Stone was shorter and skinner then Reggie. It seemed most of his mass was in fur alone, without it the husky would probably be nothing but a twig, borderline two-dimensional. Reggie continued deriding the smaller canine, lashing at him in quick spurts, \"Is that so uncommon around here? People carrying books? Are students not expected to read? I bet you're not a student are you? Who the hell are you? Look how you're dressed. You surely can't be a student--\"\n\n\"Well no. I'm really just with the university. A grounds-keeper, I guess, I- I was just saying hello that's all.\" The husky shrunk back into his jacket, \"Look I'll just let you be, you probably have somewhere else to go anyways.\"\n\n\"You're damn right I do.\" Reggie growled.\n\nReggie stormed off with a fiery temper, but after a few paces, regret came to quickly douse his flame. He did not really understand why he had acted so rudely. It was as though all of the pretention, all of the academia, all of the holy-than-thou attitudes he had tried so hard to repress before had come back to bite him at that one cold moment. If he had taken a second to breathe he would have realized that the husky himself was actually quite pleasant. A welcoming change from most other people he met around the campus.\n\nHe thought about turning around, he thought about apologizing, but couldn't find enough strength within the urge to actually face the husky again. He accepted it quickly for what it was, a missed opportunity. It was just something to forget. If he was lucky, he would never even have to face the husky again. But something deep down inside of him told him that's not what he wanted.\n\nWhen he walked he realized that the sound of Stone's voice was persistently still echoing in his head. He realized that when he closed his eyes his silver lip-ring still shined within his thoughts just like the North Star high in the sky. He realized that he really had blown it this time. There was something special about that Husky and he had let it go to waste.\n\nBack in his dorm room, Reggie sat in front of his room's ornate rosewood desk where a whole wide range of books lay scattered all over the desk's wide surface. But as much as he needed to start his research for his paper he just couldn't. It was the damned snow so distracting that had got him fanaticizing again. From outside of his window he watched the icy formations as they fell big and brilliant onto the campus scene before him. Before he knew it, his mind had switched gears, his academics had became side railed and he started to muse once again:\n\nThe snow, perishing, blanketing, frigid was at the same time so soothing, juvenile, and innocent, like the qualities of a good dream. It was enjoyable how when each snowflake fell, it descended in a kind of dance, where each tune was its own. Each pattern significantly different, they all followed a different path, but so many times in the windy sky did these paths end up crossing. It was such a human interaction. Every snowflake started at the same place, and ended at the same conclusion, but in-between was every one of them so unique-\n\n\"..It makes you feel kind of significant.\" ruminated Reggie before flashing a smile towards the husky who stood across the cross-section from him.\n\n\"Those are some deep thoughts, mister.\" The husky replied, \"My name's Stone. What's yours?\"\n\n\"Reggie.\"\n\nThe Husky walked forward, raising his paw to shake the other canines, \"Well Reggie, it's nice to meet you. Tell me, are you always like this? Always watching snowflakes, I mean.\"\n\n\"Only whenever there isn't a handsome man around to distract me.\" Reggie leaned forward, entering the personal space of the Husky. Stone backed away a little, but Reggie washed a paw over his cheek and then boldly pulled his lips towards the other male. Stone was unable to resist the brashness of the other dog, and found himself locked in lips with Reggie.\n\nWhen their lips met, Reggie found that he enjoyed the lip-ring as much as he thought he would. The way the ring seemed to rest between cold-metal and warm breath seemed to tickle him with taunting sensations. It helped grow the hunger of their kiss. It toppled barriers, lowered defenses, and rose within a kind of need that could only come from pure attraction; hot and heavy, pure and needing attraction.\n\nReggie aggressively evolved the kiss so the two were now sharing tongues. Like a furnace, they ignited burning infernos within their kiss contrasting the cold snow that fell around them. Reggie pulled the male deeper into his body so that the hardness concealed within each pair of pants began to rub up against the other. Reggie's clothing, feeling now like the worst of obstructions, seemed to become tighter, more suffocating, and completely unruly within its duty of concealing. Reggie did all he could to hold himself back, for all he wanted now was to undress both him and the Husky, and take the other dog right there in the snow of the courtyard.\n\nReggie promptly dropped a needing paw towards the hardness that was now growing stiff under his pants. After a few under the pants strokes, he quickly surfaced his paw and unzipped himself free. Pulling out his arousal, he exposed it into the open air. In a low voice he snarled with determined conviction,\n\n\"You like that? You like my cock, don't you Stone? Does it make you ROCK hard?\" He spoke towards the face of the white-furred husky. But before he could respond Reggie's mind suddenly broke free from its masturbatory delusions and he remembered the books that were sitting on his desk unread. As he turned his attention back to his studies, the face of Stone faded from view, his white fur becoming absorbed into the snowy scene outside the window. Eventually all that remained were his blue eyes and lip ring, and then they too faded.\n\nReggie looked to one of his opened books and began to read:\n\n*The period of awakening, which occurred during the year after the first furred revolution was crucial in helping to introduce furred peoples into human aristocracy. The riots that had occurred the year before helped give face to the kind of issues that were arising out of man's colonization of furred people. Among some of the year's most influential public speakers was Wilfred Abraham, servant of man turned revolutionary, who fought for...*\n\nReggie let out a loud groan, closed his eyes and rubbed his temple with a massaging paw-hand. \"Focus!\" he tried to tell himself, \"Focus.\"\n\n\"What are you studying?\"\n\n\"History of the Pre-Fur Empire,\" Dully remarked Reggie before he quickly repened his eyes, underlined the name Wilfred Abraham, and continued reading. Moments later his eyes left the page and with a carried sigh he began to once again observe the snowflakes as they fell from outside his window.\n\n\"Oh, that doesn't sound very exciting.\" replied Stone, coming to stand beside Reggie at the study desk that was now at the centre of the cross-section. Despite the winter weather, Stone was completely naked. His wagging fluffy white tail was swishing through the open air as though joining the falling snow within its descending dance.\n\n\"Well comparatively it's not.\" Cheekily grinned Reggie as he closed his book and looked at the husky. Reggie then realized that he too was nude.\n\n \"Comparatively to what?\" dumbly replied the canine, pressing a finger to his lips and looking up as though trying to search his own thoughts.\n\n\"Compared to You, silly!\" Reggie said slamming his book. Pulling the lightweight husky over, he rested the canine down onto the desk's surface and spread open his legs. As the legs parted, he grinned when he saw the glory presented to him. Reaching his hand forward his eyes met Stone's as he started to massage the husky's hanging orbs. Stone's breath escaped him in bursts of visible clouds. Audibly huffing, it did not take long till bits of flesh were emerging from his sheath.\n\nReggie leaned forward, his paw now massaging both balls and shaft as he continued to ease the canine's hardness out into the open winter air. He enjoyed the surrendering gasps that escaped his partner as he nuzzled himself against his neck. One hand still kept stroking Stone's growing arousal, while the other snuck around to feel the roundness of the white dog's solid backside. As his paw-fingers played over the contours of the husky's ass-cheeks, he found himself inevitably drawn towards the inviting pucker that lay between them. With a slick coat of saliva given to his middle paw-finger he began to rub a coating of moisture over Stone's hole. Rolling slow circles over the opening, Reggie enjoyed feeling the Husky nervously wince every time he expected to feel penetrated after the completion of each cycle.\n\nSoon the Husky was completely erect and now Reggie found himself pumping his paw up and down the entire length of Stone's well-endowed member. Stone's breath was hot against the fur of Reggie's as he continued to nuzzle his head into Stone's neck-fur,\n\nThe dark-furred dog glided his head down, surfing over the tips of the husky's pale chest-fur until he reached Stone's hard and standing erection. Taking the flesh's length into his mouth, the palette of taste and scent offered to him made him moan as he took the handsome dog's entire length completely into his maw.\n\nRising up from the base of Stone's cock, he reached the tip of the tower, gave it a few playful licks, and then descended down the shaft again. As he did this, he slowly inserted his finger into the Husky's backside, matching the speed of his insertion to that of his maw's decent. The husky arched his back upwards, feeling the finger rise up into him. Stone gave out a slight whine, confronted by both the pain and pleasure being offered to him,\n\nAs he increased the speed of his sucking, accepting the husky's entire mass of dog-meat into his mouth with a rising passion, so too did he pump his finger harder and harder into the canine, eventually replacing one finger with two. All the while, his radar ears pinpointed to the Husky's breath, so that all he could hear was the dog's escaping moans as they became more and more audible.\n\nWhen Stone's breaths started to become too heavy, Reggie rolled the dog forward so that the husky fell down onto his back. Now in sight was his hole, presented, opened and willing. Reggie arched himself forward, using his paw to guide his own arousal towards Stone's own awaiting cavity. Slowly he entered the husky as he surrendered himself to the other male.\n\nStone cried out as the larger dog pushed his excessive male hood into him. He could feel his inner walls part, he could feel himself become stretched, he could feel himself forced to his limits and yet he could only hungrily ask for more. His appetite felt insatiable; with every thrust that was given to him did he feel an immediate response to only want to have more the next time. Faster and harder, harder and faster, harder, faster, harder, faster!\n\nBut it mattered not how insatiable the husky might have seemed for Reggie was always able to comply. Reggie's large body, where each muscle was visually defined, held a rigorous stamina that never needed to fade. He pumped into the smaller body like he was an infinitely kinetic machine incapable of ever stopping. Both his solidness of his eyes, and the heaviness of his grunting breaths, made this seem all too true.\n\nStone pulled the dominating body further into his embrace, forcing Reggie's lips to his as they passionately kissed. As Reggie thrust his entire weight into the body of the Husky, fucking him without any sense of mercy, he still somehow managed to kiss Stone just the way he liked it. At intervals between each tongue dance, he would either roll his tongue over the husky's lip piecing, or simply just suckle it. Each playful act sent electric shivers through the husky's body.\n\nA gripping tightness pulled at the husky's abdomen as he felt himself become overcome by a sudden lightning shock of pleasure. Screaming out his prayers, he furiously became stunned by a wave of orgasm that burst out from an unknown centre. Soon he was quivering, globs of his own white seed mixing with the paleness of his own fur. Repeating himself, he became dumb in a chant that seemed unstoppable,\n\n\"Oh Reggie, oh Reggie, oh Reggie,\" Whispered the Husky as he released himself onto his own pumping paw. Hiding within a bush, sitting ass naked on the cold ground beneath him, he wiped his hand on a patterned handkerchief before thrusting it back into his pocket. He promised himself that he would stop pawing off at work but yet he had been overcome by such a unexpected and demanding fantasy during prior moments that he just couldn't help himself. Composing his breaths, he rolled his pants back up over his waist and after checking to see if it was safe, exited the bush. The first thing he noticed was that the snow seemed to have cleared up momentarily.\n\nHe walked down the Campus's north path and came back to the courtyard's crossroads. That's when he noticed coming back from the west path was the dog from before. Excitedly his tail began to wag as he stood at the crossroad's centre and waited for the dog to pass him.\n\nBut just as Reggie came into view, the images of the fantasy he had earlier imagined came rushing back into his head. Embarrassed he turned his head, raised his paw in a half-wave, and squeaked out a meek and shallow, \"Hey\" as the dog passed.\n\n\"Hmf.\" awkwardly replied Reggie, avoiding eye-contact with the husky, his pace quickening as he ran off back towards the library, stack of books under his arm.\n\n\"Shit!\" Stone cursed when Reggie disappeared down the path. Just then, the snowfall returned, dense and heavy, opaque and blinding, the campus's secret woods returning.\n\nNotes:\n\nOne night I found myself wondering what people thought my writing said about me. I started to wonder what people assumed I was like after reading my writing. If I could be psychic for a day, then I would use my psychic powers to go into each of my reader's brain and see the kind of pictures of myself that exist within. Then I would probably cry because I'm sure you all assume the worst for me.\n\nOf course, relate this thought to my furry fiction, and I start to wonder how I present myself sexually. I started to ask if it was possible to guess a person's positional preference based on their writing. A.k.a does a bottom write differently then a top? Then a versatile?\n\nEvidently this piece was made to experiment once again with themes of changing perspectives. Where more often I've been tempted to travel between mental-scape and real-scape, this time I wanted to look more at varying perspectives within individuals as well.\n\nIn this story, I think reflectively my most important part was trying to find the perfect time to switch perspective. I think I chose it well, but really it's not up to me to decide how successful my experiments are. Either it's up to you, or later me who goes back over these experiments sometime in the future and says, \"what the hell is this crap past BeaverReturn?\" Which will be good because being able to hate my past writing in my mind is an example of progress.\n\nProcrastination is also an important message in this story, can you guess why?\n\nAnyways, rate, comment, favourite, watch, send cookies, love your mother (platonically preferably), and clean your room! Just do whatever you can to show me some love, you know it puts a smile on my face."
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"value": "### Title: Don't Ever Give Up Ch. 07\n\n### Tags: tim, julia\n\n### Characters\n\n**Tim**: The protagonist, a psychologist for the North Carolina State football team. He is in a relationship with Julia but has a complicated past with Leira.\n\n**Julia**: Tim's girlfriend, who works for Southwest Airlines. She is caring, supportive, and deeply in love with Tim.\n\n**J.T.**: Tim's best friend, an anthro pilot and the heir to an aviation fortune. He is engaged to Sheila.\n\n**Sheila**: J.T.'s fiancée and Julia's best friend. She is supportive and has a good sense of humor.\n\n**Leira (Ashley)**: Julia's half-sister and Tim's ex-girlfriend. She is currently in a casual relationship with Carlos.\n\n**Carlos**: A star running back for the North Carolina State football team. He is known for his casual relationships and is currently involved with Leira.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe day after Christmas, Tim, Julia, J.T., and Sheila gather at J.T.'s parents' mansion to clear out the basement before it is renovated. While sorting through J.T.'s old belongings, they come across a photograph of Tim, J.T., and Leira, Tim's ex-girlfriend, who had left him years ago. Sheila recognizes Leira but can't place her immediately.\n\nLater that evening, the group attends a party celebrating the North Carolina State football team's success. During the party, Julia encounters her half-sister, Ashley, who is dating Carlos, a star player on the team. Carlos is nervous about Tim's reaction to his relationship with Ashley, fearing Tim's protective nature.\n\nAs the conversation unfolds, it is revealed that Ashley is actually Leira, Tim's ex-girlfriend. J.T., who has been listening, steps in to clarify the situation. He explains that Leira is Julia's half-sister and that she is the one who caused Tim so much pain in the past. The revelation leaves everyone in shock, particularly Tim and Julia.\n\nThe story ends with the tense revelation, leaving the characters to deal with the complex web of relationships and the emotional fallout from Leira's past actions."
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"value": "\"Do we have to do this now, genius?\" Tim asked, bitching as he made his way down the dark staircase. \n\n\"Yeah, we do,\" J.T. answered from a few steps behind him. \n\nTim reached the foot of the stairs and felt around in the dark for a light switch. He found one, and the basement of J.T.'s parents' house flickered to life. Sure, the Lancasters owned a mansion - three, actually, but this was their home base, the one they spent the most time in. But if all you saw was the basement, you'd never guess their son was the heir to an aviation fortune. \n\n\"Wow,\" Julia said, following Tim off the steps. \"Apparently the rich aren't exempt from unfinished basements, either.\" \n\n\"I'm not even sure my mom knows we have a basement,\" J.T. said, joining them in the mostly plywood room. \n\n\"And if she does, she's certainly never, ever been down here,\" Sheila added, the last to come down the stairs. \n\n\"Seriously, man,\" Tim said, picking up his earlier theme. \"We can't do this another day?\" \n\n\"My dad is bringing someone in to have the basement finished early next week,\" J.T. said. \n\n\"Why?\" Julia asked. \"The hotel upstairs isn't enough room for them?\" \n\nTim and Sheila snickered. J.T. ignored it. \n\n\"So, I promised my dad I'd have everything out of here by the end of the weekend,\" J.T. continued. \"It's Saturday afternoon now. If not today, that just leaves tomorrow. You think any of us will feel like doing this tomorrow?\" \n\n\"No,\" Tim agreed. \"For the same reason I don't want to do it now. Now, I have a big 'ol party to get ready for. Tomorrow, I'll have a big 'ol party to recover from, and at noon, I have a plane to catch. You can't tell me you didn't know this was coming for a while, man.\" \n\n\"No, I told my parents back in October I would have this stuff out of here by the weekend after Christmas,\" J.T. said. \n\n\"And Christmas was yesterday,\" Tim replied. \"I get that. What I don't get is how Christmas fucking snuck up on you, jackass.\" \n\n\"I got busy,\" J.T. said. \"The point is, you're my friends, and you're here to help me, and I appreciate it.\" \n\n\"They are your friends,\" Sheila said, pointing to Tim and Julia. \"I'm your fiancée. I'm not here to help. I'm only going to help so I can find some of your goofy shit to display prominently at my house.\" \n\n\"Our house,\" J.T. corrected. \n\n\"Whatever,\" Sheila answered. \n\n\"The stack isn't that big,\" J.T. said, pointing at two stacks with about six boxes each. \"The sooner we dive in, the sooner we can get done, and the sooner we can all get ready for this thing.\" \n\n\"Fuck,\" Tim said, and pulled the first box off the stack. He reached into his pocket for the box cutters he'd brought with him. \"I know I owe you for something. I just have no idea what that could be.\" \n\nIt was December 26th, and in just a few hours, the entire North Carolina State football team, coaching staff, family of the players and coaches and whoever else would be attending a large party on the court at RBC Center. The party was to celebrate the accomplishments of the football team, which would be playing Ohio State in five days in the Orange Bowl in Miami. The team had dropped its final regular season game, but won its division by a tiebreaker and beat Virginia Tech in the ACC Championship game. Two losses were too many to play for the National Championship, but after missing the bowl season altogether the past three seasons, the Wolfpack was more than happy with an 11-2 record and an Orange Bowl berth. As the team shrink, Tim was invited to the party. Coach Taylor had personally invited J.T., who flew in either the left or right seat for most of the team's trips. \n\nThat was tonight, Tim thought. For now, he had to help his scatterbrained best friend get all his crap out of his parents' house and into Sheila's townhouse. Sheila didn't know it, but in about five months they'd be doing all this again, moving all of their stuff out of the townhouse and into the new house J.T. was building as a wedding present. \n\nRegardless of how easy J.T. thought this process would be, the quartet had only plowed through half the boxes after the first hour. There were old clothes, trophies, boxes of baseball cards, model airplanes, yearbooks, certificates from the Marine Corps days, and a bunch of other stuff the average bachelor packs into boxes and stashes in the basement. \n\nAbout an hour in, Julia turned around from working through a box of pictures, spanning from before J.T. was born to just a couple years ago. She wiped the sweat off her brow - it was 45 degrees outside, but they were in this old, musty basement sweating like pigs - and sighed. \n\n\"I need water,\" she said. \"Anyone else thirsty?\" \n\nThree voices simultaneously agreed. \"It's just one floor up, but it's a ways down the hall,\" J.T. said. \n\n\"I'll find it,\" she replied. \"Need to use the restroom, too. I'll be back.\" \n\nIt was quiet again for a few seconds as the remaining three worked on their boxes. Sheila, who was helping Julia with the pictures, pulled one out and held it up to the dim light. \n\n\"Hey, Tim,\" she asked. \"Who's this?\" \n\n\"Ask your fiancée,\" Tim replied. \n\n\"I would, but you're both in it, and the girl is clinging to you.\" \n\nTim and J.T. both walked over to Sheila. Tim took one look at the picture and turned away. J.T. looked a little longer, a slightly wistful expression playing on his face. \n\n\"I can give you three guesses, but just looking at Tim's face should knock out two.\" \n\n\"Wow,\" Sheila replied. \"Is this her?\" \n\n\"Yep,\" Tim answered, looking back at the picture. \"That's her.\" \n\nThe picture was taken their second summer together at Myrtle Beach, just a few months before she'd decided the grass was greener somewhere else. Tim was still working on his ratings back then, so he'd had to fly right seat as J.T. took Tim, Leira and another girl - whoever J.T. was pretending to date at the time - to the Carolina coast for a few days of much-needed R&R. J.T.'s friend wasn't in the photo - presumably because she was taking it - but the other three were. J.T. was on the far right, wearing a muscle T-shirt and doing his best Most Muscular mock pose. Leira was in the middle in a bright yellow two-piece bikini, with her hands wrapped around Tim's arm. He was standing on the far left as Leira rested her head on his left shoulder. \n\nThe picture hadn't faded at all, but even a worn photograph couldn't have hidden Leira's beauty. Her natural blonde hair - streaked to dirty blonde back then - was blowing behind her in the wind. Her breasts filled out that skimpy yellow bikini top the way few women could and even in the basement three and a half years later, Tim thought she still exuded raw sexuality. \n\n\"Wow,\" Sheila said. \"She's beautiful.\" Both J.T. and Tim shot twin glares at her, and she quickly stammered. \"I'm sorry. Doesn't mean she wasn't a bitch.\" \n\nShe studied the picture for a moment, looking closer. \n\n\"She looks very familiar to me, though,\" Sheila said. \n\n\"Yep,\" Tim answered. \"Blue-eyed blondes. Don't see them everywhere you go in this town during the summer.\" \n\nSheila sensed it was a sore subject, so she stopped talking about it. Still, she couldn't resist swiping look after look at the photo, trying to place the familiarity. \n\nA few moments later, Julia started coming down the stairs. Sheila didn't see the point in letting Julia see the photo - she'd ask the same questions, and it would undoubtedly be a different conversation this time. So, Sheila dropped the photo back into the box and closed it up. Just as her best friend reappeared with four bottles of water in tow, she turned to J.T. \n\n\"So, guessing this goes in the house pile, and not the Salvation Army pile?\" She knew the answer, and started walking to the pile of boxes they would load up and drive over to the townhouse. \n\n\"Do you know anybody who would want to buy a picture of his scrawny eight-yearld ass dressed up like Superman?\" Tim asked. \n\n\"Besides me?\" Sheila grinned. \n\n\"Yes,\" Tim nodded. \"I'm talking about sane people.\" \n\nSheila responded by pulling one of the bottles from Julia's arms and launching it at Tim. It hit him square in the ass. \n\n\"You know, I'm glad I go to the gym on a daily basis, or that might have hurt.\" He picked the bottle up off the ground, opened it, and chugged about half. \"Thanks, Sheila.\" \n\nShe rolled her eyes and went back to work. They all did. About an hour and a half later, they were finished. Five of the boxes were in Tim's Mariner, headed for the Salvation Army dropoff area around the corner from the football stadium. The other seven were in the back of J.T.'s car, headed for the storage room at the townhouse. \n\n\"See, dickhead?\" J.T. said, pointing at his watch. \"The party is at seven. It's 4:30 right now. You have two and a half hours to drop this stuff off and then go make yourself all pretty before the party tonight. And you were worried.\" \n\n\"I wasn't worried about me,\" Tim said. \"And I wasn't worried about Julia or Sheila, either - they don't need prep time to be pretty. You, on the other hand... you could have started getting ready at 4:30 yesterday and you'd still look like a sack of shit.\" \n\n\"Not true,\" Sheila said, snaking an arm around J.T.'s waist from behind. \"He has me to take care of that for him. I actually have fashion sense.\" \n\n\"Yeah, well, wonders never cease,\" Tim answered. He took Julia's hand and started walking toward his car. \"We're heading out. See you guys in a few hours.\" \n\n \n\n\"So, are you going to ask him tonight?\" Sheila's voice blasted out of Julia's speakerphone and bounced around the still-damp walls of Tim's master bathroom. They hadn't been out of the shower very long, and the water was so hot the walls were still sweating. She'd had to make several passes over the mirror with a towel just to see. Of course, what they'd been doing in the shower hadn't helped with the temperature much, either. \n\nTim, who was ready to go five minutes after they got out of the shower, was across the hall watching some meaningless bowl game while he waited for Julia to get ready. \n\n\"Take your time,\" he'd told her. \"I already think you're beautiful, but even I'm not one to rush perfection.\" \n\nThe recent memory made her smile. \n\n\"Hello?\" Sheila's voice rang out again. \n\n\"Sorry,\" Julia said. \"I'm struggling with this stupid earring, and - there. Got it.\" \n\n\"Are you?\" \n\n\"If everything goes well, and I have enough to drink to keep my courage up, then yes,\" Julia said. \"That's my plan.\" \n\n\"That's so exciting!\" Sheila exclaimed. Even from two towns away, Julia could hear her friend's excitement. \n\n\"Let's wait till he agrees to it before we get all giddy.\" \n\n\"You think he won't?\" \n\n\"He's Tim, Sheila,\" Julia said, and set to work on the other earring. \"He's very private. Not sure how he'd like living with someone this soon after getting into the relationship.\" \n\n\"Soon?\" Sheila asked. \"You guys have only been calling it that for a couple months, but this has been going on for two years. How much longer does he want to wait?\" \n\n\"I don't know,\" Julia replied. \"He might not want to wait at all. And then again, there's a chance he'll flip out when I ask him, too. He's also fairly unpredictable.\" \n\n\"Another reason you like him.\" \n\n\"Love him.\" \n\n\"Excuse me?\" \n\n\"You heard me.\" \n\n\"You told him that yet?\" \n\n\"Yes.\" \n\n\"He said it back?\" \n\n\"No.\" \n\nSheila didn't reply immediately, thinking Julia had more to say. After a few seconds, it was clear she didn't. \n\n\"And?\" \n\n\"And what? I know he does. He'll say it when he's ready to. Not going to push him.\" \n\n\"Wow,\" Sheila replied, sounding exasperated. \n\n\"What?\" \n\n\"I just don't know how you do it,\" Sheila answered. \"He's not making this easy on you.\" \n\n\"No,\" Julia agreed. \"But it's not easy on him, either. I swear, Sheila, if I ever meet the bitch who did... whatever she did... to him, I'm gonna punch her in the mouth.\" \n\nSheila thought back to the picture she'd seen earlier in the day, but didn't say anything about it. Just: \"I think I would pay good money to see that.\" \n\n\"I'm sure Tim would, too,\" Julia said, laughing as she gently applied makeup to her cheeks. \"Anyway, if things go really well tonight, then yeah. I'll probably ask him if I can move in.\" \n\n\"That's great. Maybe next weekend we'll be moving all your crap, instead of J.T.'s.\" \n\n\"I hope so,\" Julia answered. \"Oh, I almost forgot. I talked to my real dad about an hour ago. He usually calls me every day during the holidays. Anyway, I told him I was going to this party tonight, and apparently, my half-sister is, oo.\" \n\n\"Who?\" \n\n\"Ashley, the one who works over at the hospital,\" Julia said. \"Remember? You met her a few years ago, when I dragged you to a family reunion with me.\" \n\n\"Yeah, I think I vaguely remember that,\" Sheila said. \"How long has it been since you spoke to her? \n\n\"I'd guess maybe a year,\" she answered. \"We weren't close then, and we're not now, either. I mean, we've tried to be, but there's mutual resentment there. She resents me because he tries to give me some of the attention he's always given to her, and I resent her a little bit, I think, because she's always had him in her life and I didn't until I was thirteen.\" \n\n\"Yeah, I guess I could see that,\" Sheila replied. \"Anyway, why is she going? Isn't this an N.C. Statenly thing?\" \n\n\"I guess she's dating one of the players,\" Julia answered. \"That's what my dad said, anyway. She doesn't talk much about it, according to him, but she was pretty excited about the party.\" \n\n\"Ah,\" Sheila answered. \"But if you see her, things will be ok with you two, right?\" \n\n\"Oh, yeah,\" Julia replied. \"We're cordial with each other, and we can hold a decent conversation. We're just not really friendly.\" \n\nJust then, Tim walked back into the room. Julia had already told him her sister would be at the party, and he'd actually seemed genuinely happy about the possibility of meeting someone in her family. \n\n\"Personally, I think we should just wipe all that makeup off,\" Tim said, unaware that Sheila was on the phone. \n\n\"If it was up to you, we'd take all these clothes off, too,\" Julia replied. \n\n\"Damn right,\" Tim answered. \"And with your body, I could take you into the party that way and not a damn person would complain.\" \n\nShe just giggled. \n\n\"Course, I'd have to beat a whole bunch of football player ass when they tried to attack you, so I guess we should leave the clothes on.\" \n\n\"You two are gross.\" That was Sheila. Tim spotted the phone on the counter. \n\n\"Seriously?\" Tim asked, gripping the phone. \"Do you two talk 24/7? I bet you when we're having sex, the phone is laying under the pillow so she can hear everything.\" \n\n\"No, thanks,\" Sheila said. \"Besides, all we have to do is have you over to the house, and you'd keep us up all night anyway.\" \n\nJulia blushed. Tim ignored that. \n\n\"Seriously, Sheila,\" Tim continued. \"If you want to be that involved in our sex life, just talk to your fiancée about it. I'm sure we could work something out.\" \n\nThat earned Tim a slug in the shoulder. If Sheila hadn't been 25 minutes away, both arms would have got one. \n\n\"I'm sure,\" Sheila answered. \n\n\"Anyway, babe, you ready to go?\" Tim asked. \"It's almost seven.\" \n\n\"Yeah,\" she answered. \"Sheila, we'll see you at the party.\" \n\nSheila hung up the phone, smiling widely and genuinely happy for Julia. She'd been on a whole lot of first dates before she met Tim, and even a couple of them after that, when they were still in the early stages. Her friend could have had just about anybody she wanted, but she was very selective and had an uncanny ability to hold out for what she knew she deserved. \n\nStill, something was tugging at the back of Sheila's mind. She couldn't place it, but she couldn't get rid of it, either. Her mind went back to Julia talking about what she would do if she ever met Leira, and it made Sheila laugh out loud. She'd only seen Julia fight one time, and she had to be the most awkward looking brawler Sheila had ever seen, not that she had a whole bunch of experience in that area. She had to admit, though - Julia had won that particular fight. \n\nSuddenly, something clicked in her head, and she stopped dead in her tracks from the master bedroom to the hallway. \n\n\"Oh, shit,\" she said out loud. She wasn't 100% sure, but she knew how she could be. \n\nShe left the bedroom and headed downstairs, bustling past J.T., who was watching football and waiting for her. \n\n\"You ready, babe?\" he asked. \n\n\"Just a second.\" \n\n\"Where are you going?\" he asked, getting up off the couch when he saw how quickly she was moving. \n\n\"I'll be right back, hon, I promise.\" \n\nShe headed to the end of the hallway, not sure if J.T. was following her or not and really not caring. If she was right, he'd be the first person to know it, anyway. She opened a door to an unused bedroom - the one they were using to store all the boxes they'd moved out of J.T.'s parents' mansion a few hours ago. She had to move two boxes to find it, but after a few seconds, there it was. \n\n\"What on earth are you doing?\" J.T. asked. Sheila turned to see him standing in the doorway, watching her with one of his signatures looks, that half-perplexed, half-amused thing he did sometimes. It was the same look he gave her the first time she'd asked him to come to dinner with she and her family on that first trip to the Bahamas almost three years ago. \n\n\"Just a second,\" Sheila said, quickly opening the box and rifling through the pictures she'd been checking out earlier in the day. It took a few seconds, but she found the one she wanted - the one of her fiancée flexing his muscles, while Tim and Leira stood next to him. \n\nShe looked at it carefully. This would have been about two years later, she thought, and... \n\nAll the sudden, she dropped the photo as her hands flew up to her mouth. \n\n \n\nThey'd pulled the basketball court up at the RBC Center and moved all the courtside tables and seating away to make room for the party. This was just team, staff and family and friends, but even still, that was around 300 people, and they didn't want a half-billion scuff marks jacking up the basketball court, especially since the N.C. State basketball teams were playing at home in just a couple days. \n\nThat left a giant concrete pad, on top of which the RBC staff had set up dozens of tables and hundreds of chairs. There were four catering tables with plenty of food and drinks to go around - nothing alcoholic, of course, seeing as more than half the guests of honor weren't old enough to drink it, though Tim knew a couple players would sneak it in anyway. \n\nHe and Julia strolled in around a quarter to eight. There was some kind of ceremony scheduled for 8:30, Tim knew - showing a highlight video, giving out a few awards, etc. Until then, it was just eating and mingling. All the coaches were already here, but only about half the players had shown up yet. It was a required event, so he knew everyone would be here, but apparently fashionably late was still as in as ever. \n\nTim and Julia set their coats on a nearby table and as they turned around, they bumped right into Ted Prince, the team physician. \n\n\"Tim, mah boy!\" Ted locked Tim in a huge bear hug, something the barrel-chested 60-something yearld doctor did to everyone he hadn't seen in more than, oh, ten minutes or so. \"And this? This must be your sister.\" \n\nTim remembered Ted worrying about his lack of a wife or girlfriend earlier in the year. That was just the kind of guy he was - he'd been married for more than 40 years, had umpteen grandkids and a couple of great grandkids by now. He thought everyone should be married by the age of 30. \n\n\"Not so much, sir, no,\" Tim answered back, grinning. \n\n\"Whaaaaaat?\" Ted answered, incredulously. By now he was sure Ted had heard he had a girlfriend - news didn't take long to get around the team, and telling Carlos was just as effective as taking out an ad on the scoreboard at Carter-Finley Stadium. Still, he was playing it up. \"The Last American Bachelor, Tim Fetters, has a girlfriend?\" \n\"That's the rumor, sir,\" Tim said, trying to match his smile. \"Dr. Prince, this is Julia Waters. Julia, Dr. Prince is the football team's primary physician.\" \n\n\"Well, now,\" Ted said, his thick southern accent making it sound more like \"weh nah.\" He wrapped Julia in a similar bear hug - Tim was pretty happy she escaped from it with the ability to breathe. \"Now I understand why you waited so long, son. Always thought that 'good things come to those who wait' business was hogwash, but, I'll be.\" \n\n\"Thank you, Dr. Prince,\" Julia said, already blushing less than five minutes into the party. \n\n\"You got yourself a fine man here, Ms. Waters,\" Ted continued as Tim tried to roll his eyes backward out of their sockets. \n\n\"Trust me, sir, I'm well aware of that.\" \n\n\"A damn shame it took this long for someone to snap him up.\" \n\n\"Others have tried, and others have failed,\" a new voice said, and the trio turned to see Hank Taylor, the head football coach, walking toward them. Tim quickly made introductions. \n\n\"I wondered why he was so happy all the sudden,\" Taylor said. \"He's always helped our guys mentally, but I was beginning to think he was the one needed a shrink. Not so much anymore.\" \n\n\"He does as much for me as I do for him,\" Julia said, smiling at Tim, who was quite frankly embarrassed at all the attention. \"Probably a lot more, I'm sure.\" She winked at Tim. \n\nTed and Hank broke out into a conversation about the second-string slot receiver's hamstring, and Tim pulled Julia aside. \n\n\"Babe, I need to mingle and chat with the coaches for a few minutes,\" he said. \"Why don't you go off and find J.T. and Sheila? I'm sure they're around somewhere.\" \n\n\"Tim, I know I'm supposed to be an arm decoration at these things,\" she answered, \"and I'm perfectly okay with that.\" \n\n\"Maybe you are, but I'm not,\" Tim said. \"Besides, all they'll do is talk about how I so badly needed a woman. I'm sure you'd love to hear that all night, but I don't.\" \n\n\"Awww, does the truth hurt?\" Julia joked, but she was walking away even as she said it. Tim reached out and slapped her ass as she walked away. \n\nJulia wandered around the room, not really knowing anyone besides Tim, but drawing plenty of appreciative stares from the football players and the other men in the room. She did her best to be polite and smile back at each of them, but really, she was just searching frantically for either J.T. or Sheila. \n\nInstead, she found her sister. She was standing on the other end of the court from where Tim was talking to the coaches, chatting animatedly with Carlos. She was drawing more than her fair share of leering looks as well, but Carlos was acting as a barrier between her and everybody else. \n\n\"Ashley?\" Julia said, walking over to them. The other girl's face tried to light up, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. \n\n\"Julia! Hi!\" her sister said, as they quickly embraced each other. \"How have you been?!\" \n\n\"I've been good,\" she answered back. \"Finished my MBA last spring, working my way up the ladder at Southwest. You?\" \n\n\"Starting med school next fall, still working at the hospital,\" Ashley replied. Carlos was looking back and forth at them as if he was watching a tennis match. They made small talk for a few more minutes until Julia finally tried to include him. \n\n\"How long have you two been seeing each other, Carlos?\" Julia tried. Carlos was about to reply, but Ashley cut him off. \n\n\"Wait - you two know each other?\" she asked. \n\n\"Yeah,\" Carlos said. \"This Doc's girl.\" \n\n\"Doc?\" Ashley asked. \"The guy you've been talking about, asking for advice about the draft and everything?\" \n\n\"Yeah, that's Doc,\" Carlos replied. For some reason, Julia thought, he was a bit nervous. \"Speaking of, where Doc at?\" \n\n\"Over there, chatting with some of the coaching staff,\" Julia replied. \n\n\"Wow,\" Ashley said. \"It really is a small world. This is my sister,\" she said to Carlos. \n\n\"Yeah, I know,\" Carlos said. \n\n\"Half-sister, actually,\" Julia said, probably a little too quickly. Then: \"Wait, Carlos. How did you know?\" \n\n\"I put shit together, s'all,\" Carlos said. \"You 'member that day at Doc's, when I asked all them questions about brothers and sisters? Day before, she told me she had a sister who ran the Southwest shit out at RDU. I knew Doc was dating the woman who ran the Southwest shit out there. You told me your sis worked as a lab tech at Duke.\" \n\n\"Ah,\" Julia said. \"Why keep everything a secret then? You could have just told me.\" \n\n\"That's the thing,\" Carlos said, and began squirming. \"You don't really know me that well. But Doc... you and Doc in love, right?\" \n\nJulia didn't hesitate. \"Yes.\" \n\n\"So, that mean Doc is protective of you. That also mean Doc would be protective of your family, right?\" \n\nJulia wasn't sure where he was going. \"I suppose, yes. But Tim has never met Ashley.\" \n\n\"Well, yeah, but-\" Carlos was cut off when Ashley interrupted the conversation. \n\n\"Wait,\" she said. \"Did you just say Tim?\" \n\n\"Yes,\" Julia replied. \"Tim Fetters. He's the athletic department psychologist here.\" \n\nEverything was quiet for a second. \n\n\"Oh, shit,\" Ashley said. \"I knew he was an intern here back when...\" she trailed off. Julia just stared at her. With neither woman saying anything, Carlos went back to talking. \n\n\"And what's with this 'Ashley' shit anyway?\" he asked. \n\n\"That's my first name,\" she said, blankly. Julia was still trying to figure out what was going on. \"Family calls me that. Everyone else calls me... what you call me.\" \n\nJulia was about to ask what that was, but Carlos kept going. \n\n\"Anyway,\" he said, turning back toward Julia. \"I didn't want to say anything because... well, Doc wouldn't be too happy. See, Doc know how I do, and-\" \n\n\"Yes, Carlos. Everyone knows how you do.\" \n\nJ.T. sauntered up into the middle of the group. To Julia, it seemed like he'd been sprinting. Julia also noticed that Ashley refused to meet his eyes. She saw Sheila hanging out about 20 feet behind J.T., and though she tried to gesture her best friend over, Sheila begged off. \n\nUnbeknownst to any of them, J.T. had been standing off to the side for a few minutes, wondering exactly what to do here. He'd been standing close enough to hear what they said, which was how he figured out where Carlos fit in. \n\n\"J! My second-favorite pilot!\" Carlos said, and the two bumped fists. \n\n\"I better be your favorite pilot,\" J.T. said. \"The other one is about to be suicidal in a minute here.\" \n\n\"Say what?\" Carlos asked. \"Why?\" \n\n\"Never mind,\" J.T. said. \"You ready for Miami, big man?\" \n\n\"Son, I was made for Miami,\" Carlos replied. \"In fact, I'm gonna wear a Dolphins jersey all week, just to convince the Dolphins they need a running back with that top ten pick.\" \n\n\"I know Tim is lobbying the Panthers to pick up the hometown college hero,\" J.T. said, clearly stalling. \n\n\"Shit,\" Carlos said. \"That be cool, but the Panthers can't afford me.\" The Panthers were going to be in the playoffs, and unless something dramatic occurred, wouldn't have a high enough draft pick to even sniff Carlos. \n\nJ.T. had no clever response to that, so instead, he turned his attention to Ashley. \n\n\"So,\" he said. \"Ashley, right? How long have you and Romeo been dating?\" \n\nShe looked down and hesitated long enough for Carlos to return one of her interruptions. \n\n\"Look, I wanted to wait for Doc, but this shit gotta stop,\" Carlos said, as all eyes snapped onto him. \"We ain't dating. I don't date. I fuck. We fuckin'. That's all we doing.\" \n\nAshley looked at him like he'd just crawled up out of the floorboards. Julia was partly amused, but also partly ticked off - family is family, after all. \n\n\"Well, that, and I cook for her once or twice,\" Carlos continued. \"Don't judge. Just cuz the black man has gold in his teeth and can tote the rock don't mean he don't have skills in the kitchen.\" \n\nCarlos finally noticed the evil eye Ashley was shooting at him. \n\n\"Look, babe,\" Carlos said. \"I ain't lied to you. I tol' you from the beginning. Pussy is pussy. I ain't in school to get a wife. I'm in school to get laid, and get paid. I'm gon' head off to the NFL, make me some millions, then maybe in a few years I settle down. Right now, it's all about hittin' the holes and hittin' the sheets. I told you that way back.\" \n\n\"I'm sure you did,\" J.T. said. \"But you didn't believe him, did you? You thought you'd be the one to change him.\" \n\nJ.T. paused. He'd been rehearsing this little speech for three years, never really thinking he'd get to use it. Now that he could, he'd forgotten every word. Ah well, he figured. He was better on the fly anyway. \n\n\"Wow. You gave up everything you guys had to look for something better, and three years later, you're just another blonde the stud running back is using to get his rocks off. Out-fucking-standing.\" \n\n\"Wait,\" Carlos said. \"This is where being the black man is cool, cuz, everybody already think I'm stupid, so when shit happens I don't get, ain't nobody surprised.\" \n\n\"Let me guess, Carlos,\" J.T. said. \"You came here tonight, worried as hell, nervous as shit, thinking Doc was going to be pissed when he found out you were using his girlfriend's sister as a real-life sex toy, right?\" \n\nCarlos was momentarily stunned. \n\n\"Uh, yeah,\" Carlos said. \"That about right.\" \n\n\"Trust me, man,\" J.T. said. \"He's gonna be pissed you brought her here, but not because of that. No, the fact that you're using her for sex is probably the only thing about tonight he'll be happy with.\" \n\n\"J.T.\" That was Julia. \"Tell me what the fuck is going on here.\" \n\n\"Carlos,\" J.T. said. \"You were talking about being confused a second ago. How confusing is it that we keep calling your girl Ashley?\" \n\n\"Yeah!\" Carlos said, as if someone had finally read his mind. \"Ashley this, Ashley that. I been banging this girl for almost two years, and-\" \n\nJ.T. didn't realize why he'd stopped until it was too late. He followed Carlos' glance, and noticed Tim walking toward their end of the court. Carlos, being the only one who didn't know what was going on, flagged him down. \n\n\"Doc! Yo, Doc!\" Carlos waited till Tim turned their direction. \"Me and your girl over here!\" \n\nTim was close enough to hear him, but apparently something was blocking his view of the girl standing next to Carlos. Tim was smiling right up until he got to the group - his smile immediately turned upside down when he saw who Carlos was with. \n\n\"J.T., what in the holy fuck have you done?\" Tim asked. He couldn't take his eyes off her. \n\n\"Doc,\" Carlos said, still trying to speak his piece and clear his conscience. \"You can deck me if you want, but I gotta say something.\" \n\n\"No, Carlos,\" J.T. said. \"Let me.\" He called Sheila over - he knew this was going to get ugly, and wanted to make sure there was someone on his side nearby. When she got there, he continued. \"It appears some introductions are in order.\" \n\nHe walked over to Julia, and put an arm around her shoulder. \n\n\"Ashley, this is Julia Waters - your ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend.\" \n\nHe then moved across the circle to Ashley and pointed at her. \n\n\"Julia? This is Ashley Anderson, but better known to Tim, Carlos and myself by her middle name: Leira. She's the woman responsible for all the hell Tim's put you through over the past few months.\" \n\nThis time, J.T. wrapped his arm around Leira's shoulder, as much as it pained him to touch her. She cringed a little, but didn't move away. He turned his attention to Tim. \n\n\"And Tim? This is one of the squadron of fuckbuddies that follows our boy Carlos around like a puppy dog.\" \n\nHe took a deep breath. Neither Leira, Carlos nor Julia jumped in here, so J.T. steeled himself to deliver the bad news. \n\n\"She's also Julia's sister.\" \n\n"
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"value": "### Title: project x (pt 3) the calm before the storm by Statick_The_Ferredrox\n\n### Tags: Sacrifice, War\n\n**Characters**\n\n- **Rex**: A proactive and decisive individual who is quick to respond to crisis. He is caring and protective of his friends.\n- **Foxtrott**: A considerate and emotional character who values family and friendships. He is initially reluctant to leave his family, which leads to a personal tragedy.\n- **Feedback**: A supportive and grateful friend who is willing to make sacrifices for the group. He is also proactive and helpful in critical situations.\n- **The Lizard**: An anthro character who works as a pizza delivery person. He is briefly mentioned and has a minor role.\n\n**Plot**\n\nThree friends, Rex, Foxtrott, and Feedback, are watching the Super Bowl together when they notice that something is amiss with the broadcast. The announcer appears ill, and soon people in the stadium start vomiting and dying, only to reanimate and attack others. As the situation escalates, the friends experience explosions nearby and decide to evacuate, gathering supplies and weapons before regrouping at Foxtrott's house.\n\nFoxtrott insists on waiting for his parents, but the house is bombed before they can escape together. Grief-stricken, Foxtrott joins his friends in seeking revenge against the unknown attackers. As they navigate the chaotic world, they encounter soldiers and reanimated dead, both of which pose significant threats. Feedback valiantly sacrifices himself to save the others, leaving Rex and Foxtrott to reflect on the devastation and the potential end of humanity."
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"value": "The 3 were sitting at the couch in Rex's apartment watching the super bowl. The T.V. was blaring and the room was full of life. The small room with the small TV being the only light wasn't the fanciest environment but, everyone seemed to be having fun. \"And Johnson starts running in for the touchdown and he is at the 50 yard mark he is going, going gone. Can you believe that the colts have done it again.\" said the announcer. \"Hey, he looks kind of sick man, see look at him he looks green.\" Rex said concerned. \"Yeah he does\" Feedback said. \"No seriously he's all hunched over and he really looks like he's hurting.\" Rex replied. \"Oh yeah, damn he does.\" Feedback agreed. \"Will he be all right\" Foxtrott said concerned. \"I'm Shure he'll be all right oh and I think the pizza's here.\" Rex said hearing a car door shut. \"Just as I get comfortable.\" Feedback said. The door opened and it was a lizard dressed in red cargo shorts a red baseball cap and a red tee-shirt. \"Hey Foxtrott you have the tip?\" Feedback asked. \"Uh yeah, I think, hold on and, got it.\" Foxtrott said pulling out his wallet handing the lizard a five dollar bill. The lizard smiled a toothy grin and thanked them walking away leaving the pizzas on the table. \"Now it's a party\" Foxtrott said staring at the pizza. \"Hell yeah it is.\" Rex said opening the box. \"Cheers to another year together as friends and uh you guys more than friends\" Feedback said putting his slice of pizza out joining the others touching the 3 slices together.\n\n\"Hey look at the announcer he's starting to really look bad.\" Feedback said. \"Oh dude the people in the background are starting to throw up.\" Rex said. The three were now sitting in shock watching the people bleeding and throwing up dyeing in the seats having. \"Oh my god people are dying\" said Foxtrott. \"Holy shit they're starting to get up their alive but their dead what the hell.\"\n\nFeedback said. All of the sudden they heard a loud band and felt a shockwave blow out the windows turning the power out. \"Holy shit check this out.\" Rex yelled. \"Their sending planes into the mix and bombing people fuck!\" Rex yelled. \"How far is the stadium from here?\" Rex said. \"Uh it's not that far from here maybe 10 miles.\" Feedback said. Another explosion rattled the house making the ground shake. \"That was closer than ten miles man\" Foxtrott said concerned. Yet another explosion destroyed a house nearby making the house rock harder than before. \"Fuck we've gotta get out of here.\" Rex yelled. \"Ok I've got some gas masks thank god my dad's a painter\" Rex said handing everyone a mask. \"Thanks man you saved my ass\" Feedback said taking it gratefully. \"Hey man thanks you're a life saver\". Foxtrott also said \"Everyone c'mon guys grab everything you can.\" Rex yelled throwing a backpack at the others.\n\nFoxtrott ran up to his house grabbing some stuff and his favorite clothes in the bag and grabbed his dad's machete from the shed. Rex ran to his room and took a few weapons from the room, a wooden bat and a machete and ran down to the stairs waiting for Feedback. Feedback ran to his home grabbing his katana sword. Everyone regrouped back at Foxtrott's house. \"Everyone, hold on wait for my parents\" Foxtrott said. \"Mom, dad get outta there we've gotta go get outta the house\" Foxtrott said looking at them. \"Foxtrott get in here the T.V. said to stay in the basement.\" Foxtrott's dad said motioning him to follow. \"No don't listen to them their bombing people you've gotta get the hell outta here they tell you to hide in the basement cause they're bombing us\" Foxtrott yelled. \"Foxtrott we've gotta get outta here c'mon\" Rex yelled grabbing him by the shirt. \"No not without my family.\" He yelled back yanking away. \"Foxtrott please just come in the house with us.\" His mother said sincerely. \"NO come with me right the hell now.\" Foxtrott yelled staring at them hearing the sound of jets coming closer. Rex grabbed him picking him up dragging him away. \"No, not without my family.\" Foxtrott said staring at the house. \"It's over man it's too late\" Rex said his ears dropping. Foxtrott screamed out \"No!\" Watching the planes bomb the house turning it to a pile of rubble. \"FUCK!\" Foxtrott yelled crying on Rex's shoulder. \" I'm so sorry\" Foxtrott said softly to himself. \"Let's get revenge on the fuckers that did this\" Rex said strongly. Foxtrott nodded to him determined to get revenge.\n\n\"Where do we go now?\" Feedback said. \"I know a place.\" Rex said. \"Whoa look at this everything looks like left for dead\" Foxtrott said with tears in his eyes. \"shit they have called in soldiers\" Rex said punching one of them in the head then snapping his neck taking his gun. \"Shit let's move.\" Rex yelled running as he looked down the scope shooting the soldiers killing 7 putting another clip in making the red mist. \"Shit I've been hit.\" Foxtrott yelled grabbing his arm clenching it in pain. \"Ahh die assholes.\" Rex yelled he crouched up behind a wall with his gun drawn and the others being him then, without and warning he sprung up and shot a soldier in the head getting brains splattered on his face. \"Ahh shit that's nasty.\" Rex said. \"Ok we're here.\" Rex said opening the door. One soldier was in the building and Rex ran up to the shocked troop punched his chest, and then he kneed the soldier in the gut and took out a knife stabbing his upper chest and ripping the knife down destroying the soldier making steaming guts and a pool of blood spill out from him as he fell to the ground. \"Ahh what the fuck- why did this- this is disgusting\" Foxtrott sputtered and puked on the floor. \"C'mon we've gotta go up to the rooftops.\" Rex said. The three got up to the roof and stared down watching soldiers start puking and dyeing coming back from the dead and climbing on the corpuses to get up to the roof watching helicopters and planes fall out of the skies and soldiers coming up with gas masks. \"Shit I can't keep them all off me.\" Rex said. \"I'll jump down everyone save yourselves I'll go. \"No don't go Feedback if you're going I'm coming too.\" I'm sorry I can't let you do that.\" Feedback said \"Uhh guys I can't keep them down much longer.\" he said slashing another zombie. \"I'm sorry goodbye\" Feedback said handing Foxtrott the sword. \"Don't forget me.\" Feedback said as he grabbed a tire iron and jumped down. \"FUCK NOO!\" Foxtrott yelled crying. \"C'mon man all this death won't be pointless we'll make it.\" The two found a small patch of ground with a box of supplies abandon by the owner behind a building out of sight from the soldiers on 3 sides. The two ran to various buildings and looted corpses of soldiers finding and scavenging items they could from the wreckage. The two stared at the sky it was a red sunset with the sight of a destroyed major city buildings on fire and many twisted pieces of metal that used to be aircrafts but were destroyed by pilots dying while flying as it occurred to them that this might really be the end of humanity."
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"value": "### Title: Fraternal Twins Pt. 04\n\n### Tags: twins, twincest, mother son, mother son incest, milf, older woman, mother, son, family vacation\n\n### Characters\n\n**Karen**: A young woman who is part of a close-knit family. She is loving, playful, and has a strong bond with her siblings and parents. She is also shown to be protective and caring, especially towards her mother.\n\n**Slater**: Karen's brother, who is equally close to his family. He is protective, responsible, and deeply caring, especially towards his mother. Slater is also shown to be physically strong and capable of handling difficult situations.\n\n**Mom (Eileen)**: The loving and nurturing mother of the family. She is deeply devoted to her children and her husband. Eileen is going through a difficult time due to her husband's illness, which adds a layer of emotional complexity to her character.\n\n**Dad (Jordan)**: The father of the family, who is currently battling a serious illness. Despite his condition, he remains a loving and supportive figure in the family. His illness brings a sense of urgency and sadness to the story.\n\n**The Little Ones (Emily, Troy, Carl)**: The younger siblings who bring a sense of joy and innocence to the family dynamic. They are playful, energetic, and deeply loved by their older siblings and parents.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe family is reunited at their lake house, where Karen is awakened by the joyful noise of her younger siblings. The day is filled with laughter and play, as the family enjoys quality time together. Karen's mom, Eileen, is particularly close to her children, and there are moments of deep emotional connection between them. During a playful moment in the lake, two men on motorcycles approach the house, causing Slater to take protective action. It is revealed that these men had previously caused trouble for Karen and Slater, and Slater had to take measures to protect his sister.\n\nAs the day progresses, the family enjoys a meal together, and Karen says a heartfelt grace, expressing her love for her family. After dinner, Slater notices that his dad, Jordan, is not himself and learns from his mother that Jordan is seriously ill with stage four lung cancer and has only a short time left to live. This revelation brings a wave of emotion over the family, particularly Slater and Karen, who are deeply affected by the news.\n\nLater that night, Slater and his mother share a deeply intimate and emotional moment, where Slater comforts his mother and they express their love for each other. The emotional turmoil and the closeness of the family are highlighted as they deal with the impending loss of their father and husband. The story ends on a note of uncertainty and emotional complexity, as the family prepares to face the challenges ahead."
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"value": "*This is a copyrighted work by ZebCarter and is not to be duplicated or copied, in part or in whole, to other sites without the explicit authorization from the ZebCarter.* \n\n*Authors Note:* I have received several comments about bring mom into the dynamic of the twins love. Unfortunately, this was already written. Sorry. \n\n \n\nKaren was awakened by loud squeals and laughing coming from Slater's room. The little ones were in the house. Karen sat up waiting for them to invade her room. She heard them as they stomped down the hallway. Then she had three giggling and laughing children climbing all over her. She was laughing so hard she peed herself and had to shoo the children out so she could change. \n\nWhen she entered the kitchen her mom grabbed her and hugged her tightly. Then it was her dad's turn. He squeezed her tight then let go. She stood on tip-toes and kissed his cheek. Then she was hugging each of the little ones again. They squealed as she tickled them. They went running to their rooms to change so they could go in the lake. Soon, Karen and her mom were alone in the kitchen. Karen smiled at her mom. Slowly walked to her and hugged her once again. Mom kissed Karen on the cheek. Karen kissed her mom on the lips, hard. \n\n\"Love you mom,\" Karen said as she pulled her lips away. \n\n\"Love you too sweetheart,\" Mom said looking at Karen. \n\nKaren looked her right in the eyes. Smiled. Then pressed her lips to her moms once more before turning to go help the little ones with their swimsuits. When the four of them came back through the kitchen, Karen's Mom was still standing where Karen had left her. \n\n\"Come on Mom, get your suit on and join us,\" Karen yelled. \n\nMon shook her head, smiled at Karen and grabbed a suitcase and headed to the master bedroom. She stripped and put on her very conservative one-piece swimsuit. She grabbed some towels and headed for the door. \n\nDad was sitting on the porch watching the little ones frolic in the water with their big brother and sister. When mom came out the door he smacked her on the ass. \n\n\"Nice suit there Eileen,\" he said. \n\n\"Thank you, dear,\" she said dropping the towels and headed for the shore where everyone else was. \n\nBefore she could get in the water, the little ones were splashing her. She was soaked before even getting her toes wet. She laughed and splashed them back. All of them just had a blast splashing and cavorting about in the shallows. After about an hour of horseplay, the three little ones were exhausted. Mom shooed them up to the porch with their dad for a little rest. \n\nMom took off for the raft, with Slater and Karen in hot pursuit. She won the race, only because they let her. The three climbed the ladder up to the deck. Karen then dove back in on the opposite side and came back up with the bag full of towels and a blanket. \n\n\"What a marvelous idea,\" Mom said as Slater spread the blanket out on the raft. \n\nThe three sat. Slater and Karen on either side of their mom. They all sighed as they dripped dried in the gentle breeze. Slater took his mom's hand in his. \n\n\"I really missed you all,\" he said. \n\n\"Me too. I didn't think I would, but I did,\" Karen said. \n\n\"I missed you two also,\" mom said looking out over the lake. \"It's so pretty here. I wish we could live up her year around, but we can't.\" \n\n\"Why not?\" Slater asked. \n\n\"Well, first of all, it gets too damn cold up here in the winter. Second of all, it gets too damn cold up here in the winter,\" Mom said laughing. \n\nSlater hugged her to him and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She leaned against him for an instant, then sat up. Slater left his arm around her shoulder. She didn't shrug it off. Then the loud noise of motorcycles filled the air. Slater looked at Karen, then toward the house. He saw the glint from chrome. \n\n\"Karen, under the raft, Mom you're with Karen,\" Slater shouted as he dove into the water and swam at full speed to the short. \n\n\"Mom, come on,\" Karen said pulling her mom over the edge away from the shore. \n\nMom was trying to talk as she hit the water. She was sputtering and choking as she came to the surface. Karen grabbed her by her suit and pulled her under the raft. Karen found the platform and pulled her mom to it. Mom wasn't surprised by what she stood on. Karen looked at her mom and smiled. \n\n\"You finally found it,\" mom said. \"Now what the hell is going on and what about the little ones,\" she yelled. \n\n\"Shh. They'll be fine. Slater will take care of everything. Just watch.\" \n\nThey both looked up at the house. The children were nowhere to be seen. Slater stood on the porch leaning against the wall, waiting. Two men came around the corner. They both jumped when Slater said something to them. They both put their hands up and started talking very softly. \n\n\"I'm really sorry about my brother again. It seems I'm always apologizing for him.\" \n\n\"Maybe you should stop. Maybe you should let him sit in jail. He and his buddy were going to try rape, my sister, again.\" \n\nSlater turned toward the lake. He had heard splashing. He watched as his mom and Karen walked up out of the water. \n\n\"Maybe you should listen to Slater,\" Karen said as she stood next to her brother. \n\n\"I will young lady. Who it this, your sister?\" he asked as Karen mom stood beside Karen. \n\n\"I'm their mother, Eileen.\" \n\n\"Well, Eileen, it's a pleasure to meet you. I won't take up any more of your time. Have a nice day,\" he said, turned and walked around the corner of the house. \n\n\"Who is going to explain...\" \n\n\"I will,\" Slater said. \"Karen why don't you go in and help Dad with the little ones.\" \n\nKaren smiled at her brother, nodded and went inside. \n\n\"Come on Mom, we'll talk on the raft,\" Slater said heading for the water. \n\n\"I don't know...hell,\" Mom said following her son out to the raft. \n\nWhen they got settled, Mom looked at Slater. He nodded. \n\n\"We were at Sally's for breakfast. There were these two ruffians in a booth make noise and causing trouble for Sally and the cook. He warned them. That's when they noticed Karen and me. They started making crude remarks about Karen. I went over to tell them to shut up and they started to get out of the booth. The first one out I decked. The second one out Karen took out.\" \n\n\"What do you mean she took him out?\" Mom asked. \n\n\"She kicked him in the nuts,\" Slater said plainly. \n\nMom gasped, then started to laugh. \n\n\"I bet he didn't get up too fast,\" she quipped. \n\n\"No, he didn't. The sheriff arrived about that time. He shooed them away. I guess they got in more trouble later because he showed up at the house to tell us they got out of jail. Karen and I spend the night in. We put the car in the garage and had all the light off. It wasn't until the next night that they showed up. I don't think they even knew it was where we lived. I think they were just looking for a place to stay and thought the place was empty. \n\n\"Anyway, I got the shotgun from the safe and loaded it with...\" \n\n\"You didn't kill them,\" Mom said her hand over the mouth and eyes wide. \n\n\"No, mom. I would never do that. I loaded the shotgun with the birdshot half loads dad used to teach the little one how to shoot.\" \n\n\"Oh. Okay, continue,\" mom said. \n\n\"They broke in. I told them to get on their knees. They didn't and came toward me, so I shot them.\" \n\n\"Oh dear. How badly where they hurt?\" \n\n\"Not bad. Hardly pierced the skin.\" \n\n\"Oh, that's good. Are you okay dear?\" she asked. \n\n\"I am, mom. No sweat. They were animals, so I treated them like animals.\" \n\n\"Oh sweetheart,\" she sighed and put her arms around her son. \n\nMom laid her head on his shoulder. Slater laid his head against hers. Slater thought as she hugged him, 'she even smells good all wet.' He moved a little and put his arms around her. She sighed again. \n\n\"Mom, I love you,\" Slater said. \n\n\"I love you too honey,\" Mom said. \n\nThey sat that way for a long time. Screaming coming toward them alerted them the little ones were on their way. Smiling Slater and his mom sat up and watched as Dad and Karen herded them in their life jackets to the raft. Slater laughed at them as he moved over by the ladder and helped them up on the raft. He also helped Karen up. She was laughing so hard she could barely move. Dad had gone around to the other ladder. \n\nThe little ones settled down hugging Mom and Slater and Karen. Dad sat behind Mom holding her in his arms as she held little Emily in hers. Slater had Troy and Karen held Carl. Everyone just sat looking out over the lake. The little ones looked exhausted and ready for a nap. Actually, Karen and Slater could use a nap. The family sat for about half an hour, just enjoying the feeling of being close and together. Of course, the view was nice too. It was Dad who mentioned he was hungry. The little ones seconded his motion. Mom smiled at everyone as she sighed. \n\nThere were now four adults to herd the little ones to shore. It still took a long time as the two boys always tried to get away, but Dad and Salter rounded them up and kept them on course to the house. When they finally got ashore, Mom, Karen, and Slater dried the little ones off, then turned to dry themselves. Mom went in to fix dinner, Karen followed to help her. Slater went in the with the little ones and played with them in the living room. Dad was in his favorite chair watching the little ones and Slater. \n\n\"Dinners ready,\" Mom called out to the exhausted children and her husband. \n\nDad and Slater herded the kids into the bathroom to wash up. Then they all went out to the kitchen and got in their seats. Mom and Karen were just placing the last of the plates on the table. \n\n\"Who says grace?\" Mom asked. \n\n\"I will,\" Karen spoke up surprising Mom and Dad. \"Our Lord in heaven we thank you for the bounty we have before us. We also thank you for our parents and our brothers and sister, who we love very much. Amen.\" Karen sighed as she still had her head down. She was still praying to herself. Then she looked up at her brother, Slater. She just stared at him, her lip quivering until Emily patted her hand. \n\n\"That was very nice Karen,\" Emily said, then started eating. \n\n\"Thank you, Emily,\" Karen replied, her eyes filling with tears. \n\n\"This is really good Mom,\" Slater said taking everyone's attention from Karen. She smiled at him and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. \n\nThe rest of the meal was filled with small take and jokes that the little ones tried to tell. Of course, everyone laughed at them even if they messed up the punch line. After dinner, Slater volunteered to help Mom clear the dishes and clean the kitchen. Karen nodded at him and took the little ones into the living room to play. Dad sat at the table still nibbling at his plate. He hadn't eaten much. But that could have been because he had a big lunch. Slater just watched him while he helped his Mom. \n\nDad finally pushed away from the table with a sadness in his eyes that Slater had never seen before. He went into the living room and sat in his chair. He did smile as he watched the kids and Karen horse around. \n\n\"Mom?\" Slater asked. \n\n\"Yes dear,\" she replied. \n\n\"Is Dad all right?\" \n\nMom froze where she was. Her shoulders started to shake. \n\n\"Mom are you okay?\" She bowed her head, taking a deep breath. She looked at her handsome son. \n\n\"I'm fine sweetheart, but your father...your father is...sick.\" \n\n\"How sick, Mom?\" \n\n\"Ah...can we talk about this after he goes to sleep? I need to tell you and Karen together.\" \n\n\"Sure, Mom, I can wait,\" Slater said, putting his arm around his mother's shoulders. \n\n\"Thank you, sweetheart,\" she replied, pressing herself against her son. \"Come on, we're almost finished here.\" \n\n\"Sure, Mom,\" Slater said, letting go of her and helping her finish up. \n\nAn hour later, Mom and Karen got the little ones ready for bed. Karen, still dressed in her bikini, took Emily in the shower and helped her wash her hair. When Emily was done, Karen shooed her out and did hers. When she came out, the boys were waiting to get in. \n\n\"Geez, women,\" Troy said disgustedly. \n\nSlater and Karen looked at him and laughed. Then Karen swatted his little butt. He mocks screaming as she didn't swat him all that hard. She was about to swat him again when he just scooted through the door into the bathroom. Slater and Carl were chuckling as they went into the bathroom. Slater helped the two boys wash in the shower and then shooed them out and took his trunks off. He showered and was just finishing when the water went cold. \n\nSlater dried off and went in search of his Mom. He found her in the boy's room, tucking them in. \n\n\"Mom, there won't be any hot water for at least an hour. Sorry.\" \n\n\"That's okay, I'll be up until then anyway,\" she replied leaning down and kissing Carl on the forehead. \n\nSlater nodded and headed for his small room. The house wasn't all that big, but he got a small room to himself, while Karen shared a room with Emily. He smiled as he closed the door and dropped the towel to the floor. He slipped on a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He shoved his feet into his sandals, picked up the towel and went to hang it up in the bathroom. Then he went out in the living room. When he got there he found his father dozing off in his chair. Slater smiled and sat quietly on the couch. The exact spot where his cum had oozed out of his sister all those nights they had fucked on that particular piece of furniture. \n\nHe was still softly chuckling when Karen showed up after putting Emily in bed. She sat next to him and smiled at her dad. Slater just shook his head at her. She looked at him a frown on her pretty face. Slater shrugged, then mouthed \"Mom\" at his sister. She nodded. Their Mom came out from saying goodnight to the little ones. She smiled at her husband, then closed her eyes tight and stood there a grimace on her face. Slater rose and went to her. She leaned into him when she felt his arms around her. She nodded at him as she opened her eyes. \n\n\"Jordan, honey,\" Mom said shaking her husband. \"Jordan, please wake up.\" \n\n\"Huh! What?\" Dad croaked opening his eyes and looking around. When he spotted Mom he smiled looking up at her with love in his eyes. Karen sighed. \n\n\"It's time for bed, dear,\" Mom said reaching her hand down to help him up. \n\n\"Oh, yes, so it is, thank you. The last time I slept in that chair I had a crick in my neck that hurt for a week.\" \n\nKaren giggled, Slater chuckled, Mom just nodded at him as he struggled to his feet. Slater stepped up and helped his Mom. She smiled at him, nodding. The three of them walked down the hall to the master bedroom. Slater helped his dad to bed. He sat up, pulled his t-shirt off, then lay down on his side. Mom leaned over kissing him on the cheek. \n\n\"G'night dear, I love you,\" she said. \n\n\"Love you too, dear, 'night,\" Dad replied closing his eyes. He was snoring before they got to the door \n\nMom closed the door softly. She turned to Slater and collapsed into his arms. Slater picked her up and carried her to the living room. Karen jumped up when she saw her mother in Slater's arms. Slater set her down on the couch. She sat up, breathing softly. \n\n\"Thank you, dear,\" she said looking up at Slater with tears in her eyes. \n\nSlater sat down next to her and pulled her to him, hugging her gently. Karen sat on the other side of her mother rubbing her shoulder. \n\n\"Mom, what's wrong?\" Karen asked. \"I noticed earlier that you weren't yourself.\" \n\n\"Children...\" she said closing her eyes. \"Oh my god, how do I tell you? Your father is dying. He has about a month left...\" she said breaking down after she told them. \n\nSlater just held her while she sobbed. Karen was crying too, now. He was a little teary too, but he had to remain strong for his mother. Eileen was shaking with sobs as tears flowed down her cheeks. Karen was leaning on her crying and trying to comfort her at the same time. Slater just held her as she squeezed him, hard. For fifteen minutes they sat there crying and hugging. \n\n\"All right, I have to tell you two. The little ones don't know and we don't want them to know until...until...after. I promised Jordan...your dad. He has cancer, stage four lung cancer. He doesn't what Chemo, it won't do any good anyway and he doesn't want to go through all the pain and suffering,\" Mom said watching her children. \n\n\"How?\" Karen asked. Her father was a nonsmoker. \n\n\"Just one of those things, the doctors say. He is in pain most of the time. He takes a painkiller, but it makes him drowsy all the time. So he struggles to stay awake. Oh god,\" Mom said crying again. \n\nSlater still held her, he too was now crying, Karen was crying. The three of them sat there a good half hour. Then Mom pushed Slater away and she sat up straight. Her face was all red, her eyes were red. Karen's arms snaked around Mom's body. She hugged her mother hard. \n\n\"I'm so sorry, Mom,\" Karen said kissing her on the cheek. \n\n\"Thank you, dear,\" Mom said placing an arm on Karen's shoulders. \n\n\"Me too, Mom,\" Slater said. \n\n\"Thank you, Slater. God, you have been such a good kid. I just adore you, dear.\" \n\n\"Thank you, mom,\" Slater said hugging his mother. \"I love you so much.\" \n\n\"I love you too, Mom,\" Karen said. \n\n\"Oh my sweet little girl, I love you so much,\" Mom said kissing Karen on the cheek. \n\nThey were all crying again, hugging together. Ten minutes it took for them to settle down so they could talk. Slater let go of his Mom. Karen let go of her too. They all sat back on the couch, exhausted. They sat there staring up at the ceiling for a long time. Slater dropped his head staring down at his legs. He noticed his Mom's legs. Her skirt had ridden up to show a lot of thigh. He looked up farther, she had her head back, eyes closed. She was holding Karen's hand. Karen's head was on her shoulder. Karen's eyes were closed. \n\nReaching over, Slater took a hold of his mother skirt hem and pulled it down her thighs. Her head snapped up immediately. She watched her son as he covered her legs. Slater watched her as she watched his hand. Reaching up, Mom took hold of Slater's head and pulled his lips to hers. Slater kissed his mother, with all the love and passion he felt for her. She kissed him back, hard. Mom moaned. Karen lifted her head from her mother's shoulder. She watched as they kissed. Then she got up as slowly as possible and retreated to her and Emily's room. \n\nSlater pulled his Mom against him. He had felt Karen leave. He was overjoyed he had his mother to himself. She kissed him a long, long time. Her breathing was rapid and harsh. Her body was shaking, her arms were around him now, pulling him to her. Slater couldn't help himself as one of his hands moved to her breast. She sighed as he touched her. He squeezed, she moaned. Then her breath exploded from her lungs and she was pushing Slater away from her. She was panting, trying to fill her labored lungs. \n\nShe looked up at Slater. Her face was a mask of lust. Her eyes full of wonder. Then she was kissing her son and forcing her tongue into his mouth. Slater was the one whose lungs exploded this time. She was sucking air through her nose not wanting to pull his lips from hers. They kissed even longer this time. Slater now had his hand up her skirt, running his fingers over her panty covered pussy. She was shaking and shivering. \n\n\"Oh god,\" croaked Mom. \"My god. No. We...we shouldn't...be...oh god yes.\" \n\nSlater pressed his lip to hers. He now had a finger on her clit, gently moving it around and over her pleasure spot. Mom's hips started to buck as her son kissed and made her shiver with pleasure. Then she was screaming into his mouth. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Hard. She was stiff as a board. Only her legs were shaking as she held them out straight in front of her. Slater pulled his hand away from her crotch. He pulled his lips from hers, looking down at her beautiful face. She looked so much like Karen, but more mature. \n\"We shouldn't,\" Mom said. \n\n\"Shouldn't what, Mom?\" Slater asked. \n\n\"Oh god...you're going to make me say it, aren't you?\" \n\nSlater smiled, then pressed his lips gently to hers. She sighed at their lips touching, she kissed him back. \n\n\"We can't, not here,\" she said pushing him back. \n\n\"Okay. How about out on the raft?\" \n\n\"Oh god,\" his Mom said sighing. \"No, not tonight, not ever son.\" \n\n\"I love you mom,\" said Slater as he squeezed her breast. \n\n\"Oh my god, no, no, this is so wrong son, so wrong,\" Eileen uttered then sighed in surrender. \n\nShe pulled her son's lips to hers kissing him fiercely. Her arms snaked up around his neck. She moaned into his mouth as he squeezed her breast. She was under his spell and she knew it, she had known it since this afternoon, out on the raft. Slater pulled his lips away from hers. He stood, looking down at her beautiful face, he took her hand and pulled her up next to him. \n\n\"Where?\" she asked. \n\n\"My room,\" he said leading the way. \n\nShe just nodded as she followed him. In his tiny room, with only a twin size bed there wasn't much room. He closed the door, almost pushing his mother down on the floor. He spun and caught her before she fell. He pressed his lips once more to hers. She clung to him as she kissed him back. He was so strong. So handsome, so much like his father was at his age. She moaned as she felt him unbutton her dress. Once it was unbuttoned, she dropped her arms to let it float to the ground. She was now just in her panties. \n\nSlater moved his mouth down to his mother's nipple. He sucked gently. She held his head as she watched him suckle at her breast once again. Moaning she closed her eyes as her body shook with pleasure and lust. She also couldn't believe she was letting her son see her almost naked, let alone suck on her tit. She moaned as he gently bit down on her nipple with his teeth. She watched as he slowly sank to his knees, pushed his nose against her pussy and sniffed deeply of her scent. She sighed as he grabbed the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down. When her shaved pussy appeared, Slater kissed it, his tongue came out and licked the hood of her clit. She shivered as her panties fell to the floor. She pulled her feet from her sandals and now she was completely naked for her son. \n\n\"How long has it been?\" Slater asked looking up into Eileen's eyes. \n\n\"Too long...oh god, six months, your father's meds keep him from getting erect.\" \n\nShe closed her eyes as she sighed for telling him that. Why was she letting him do this to her? Why not? She was on the pill. There is no chance of her getting pregnant. Why not enjoy her son, before he goes off to college. Slater moved her so she was now laying on his bed. He had pulled the covers back so she was on the clean sheets he had put on yesterday. Eileen closed her eyes as her son undressed next to the bed. She wanted to look, but couldn't bring herself too...yet. She felt him kneel at the foot of the small bed. His hands were then between her thighs, pushing them apart. Eileen let him. He could now see her most private of privates. \n\n\"God you're so beautiful,\" Slater whispered. \n\n\"Oh god,\" Eileen croaked. \n\nWhen his tongue touched her labia, Eileen jerked and almost screamed. She brought her arm up and put it in her mouth as Slater started to suck and lick her pussy. She was coming when his tongue touched her hooded clit. She loved to have her pussy eaten, but Jordan was even unable to do that to her now. He has stopped quite some time ago. She was biting down on her arm to keep from waking the whole house. Slater was now pushing his stiff tongue into his mom's vagina as far as he could. She was screaming and biting her arm to muffle the sound. He kept licking her. He kept sucking up her juices as they flowed out of her wonderful body. \n\n\"No more, please Slater, no more, oh god I coming,\" Eileen growled softly at her son. \n\nSlater pulled his mouth from his mother's pussy. He looked down at her as he knelt between her spread legs. She was so beautiful. Leaning forward he to a nipple into his mouth. She sucked gently. She cooed at him softly as she came down from her orgasm. He alternated between her two nipples, gently sucking and nibbling at them. \n\n\"Oh god, that feels so good,\" Eileen said to her son holding his head to her chest. \n\nHe moved a little and she felt his hard cock touch her thigh. She shivered, jerked and groaned as it did. Reaching down between them, she grabbed his cock in her petite hand. He was huge. She was a little shocked at his size. From who did the gene for this come from, her or her husband. She moaned as she pressed it against her opening. She was so wet that Slater didn't even have to push, it just slipped in all on its own. Eileen sighed as he filled her up, all the way to her cervix. Her husband was a good sized but had never filled her so full. \n\n\"Oh Mom, that feels wonderful,\" Slater whispered in her ear. \n\n\"Oh god, you are so big,\" Eileen croaked. \n\nThey lay there, coupled together, just enjoying the feel of each other. Slater moaned in his mother's ear. \n\n\"Well, are you going to make love to me or just lay there with you wonderful dick in my sloppy old pussy,\" Eileen whispered in his ear. \n\n\"I'm just going to enjoy the feel of your wonderful pussy for as long as my dick will stay hard. Last time I did this it stayed hard for three days,\" he growled chuckling. \n\n\"You shouldn't lie to your mother,\" Eileen said softly. \n\n\"You're right it was only eight hours.\" \n\nSlater pulled out halfway, then slipped in slowly until he was all the way inside his mother's hot pussy. He did it over and over. His mother was groaning each time he slid inside her body. She moaned each time he retreated from her. He was slowly speeding up until he was soon pounding into her body hard and fast. Eileen was biting her son's shoulder and screaming. Her screams were muffled by Slater's flesh. In and out, his cock slammed her pussy. He was fast getting to the point of no return. His mother was already there, screaming her orgasms into his neck as she bit down on his flesh. He would have a mark there tomorrow. Then he slammed his face into his pillow and roared his pleasure as his semen flowed up his cock shooting out of the end and filling his mother's womb with his seed. \n\nHe was shaking as he pressed into her as far as he could. Eileen was shaking and shivering as she felt her son's seed fill her and warm her belly. Her mind was reeling with the pleasure she felt. It was also reeling with the guilt she felt for doing this with her son. 'Oh my god,' she thought as she started to calm down. But it had felt so good. \n\n\"Oh god,\" she whispered. \"You...you are my son. We should never have done this. Oh my god, what you must think of me?\" \n\n\"I love you, mom. I really, really, love you.\" Slater was still shaking as he told her. \n\n\"I love you too, but not like this...this is so wrong...my god, I let my son fuck the shit out of me. Fuck it was so good too.\" Then Eileen was crying. Her heart was torn, her mind was torn. She didn't know what to do, but she found herself holding on to her son, hoping he would stay on top of her just a little bit longer. \n\n\"Then why does it feel so right,\" Slater said softly as he pulsed his cock inside his mother. \n\n\"Oh god, don't do that. You'll have me screaming again.\" \n\n\"Karen wants you too.\" \n\nEileen just lay there, shocked out of her mind by what Slater had just told her. \n\n\"What?\" she asked even though she had heard him the first time. She felt her pussy constrict at the thought of Karen. \n\n\"Karen wants to make love to you too.\" Slater felt his mom's pussy constrict around him when he told her again. He smiled. \n\n\"Oh god,\" Eileen was having another orgasm. She could feel her son's cock, it was still hard. \"Fuck me again dear, please I need to cum again.\" \n\nSlater was still hard, he wasn't surprised by this. Instead, he was glad that he was. His mom was so hot. So sexy. So wonderful to be inside her. He pulled out, then slid slowly back into her body. He groaned at the feeling. His mother sighed with contentment. \n\n\"We shouldn't, oh god, but it feels so good.\" Eileen was once again biting her son's shoulder. She could feel his lips on her neck. He wasn't sucking, just kissing her. She shivered at his touch. Her breasts were smashed by his body on top of hers. Eileen was having small little orgasms that were ripping her insides out. She wanted to scream to the world her love for her son, but couldn't now. Now she had to shudder in silence in order to keep everyone in the house from knowing what a slut mother she was. \n\nSlater slowly made love to his mother. He loved the way she felt around his hard cock. As he pushed into her, her pussy would grab him when he hit bottom and hold him as he pulled out. He just knew he was almost turning her inside out. And it felt so good he was close to once again filling her with his seed. He slammed into her hard. His cock pulsed and pulsed as he his ropes of semen filled his mother once more. \n\n\"Oh god,\" Eileen growled as she felt her son's cock pulse inside her body. \"Oh my god, I'm coming...so good, so good baby. Oh my god. You fuck me so good.\" Then she was biting Slater's shoulder and shaking violently. Slater held her. \n\n\"God I love you so much,\" he whispered in her ear. \n\nStill shaking with one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had, she started to cry. Slater heard her sobs and moved off her. She held onto him so he couldn't get away. But he wasn't going anywhere, just next to her so he could kiss her lips. She was kissing him back with all the passion in her body. God she loved him. So much. More than she should. In a different way than she should. She was so ashamed of herself. She was such a fucking whore and a slut. \n\n\"I have to go clean up,\" she said pushing Slater away. \"We'll talk about this tomorrow.\" She gathers her clothes and opened his door. Looking out she rushed across the hall into the bathroom. \n\nShe left Slater's door open. He saw the light in the bathroom come on. He heard the water running in the shower. Then he saw a shadow cross the bright light from under the bathroom door. Then his door was closing and his sister was climbing into bed with him. He smiled at her. She kissed him and snuggled up to him. \n\n\"Was she good?\" Karen asked softly. \n\n\"She was wonderful,\" Slater gasped. \n\n\"Good. Did she like it?\" \n\n\"Yes and no. She feels a lot of guilt for letting me fuck her, but she really, enjoyed me fucking her.\" \n\n\"I figured that would happen. Did you tell her I wanted her too?\" \n\n\"I did.\" \n\n\"What did she say?\" \n\n\"Fuck me again.\" \n\n\"Oh. Wow. When do you think I should approach her?\" \n\n\"Not for a day or two. She is upset and relaxed all at the same time. Just be easy with her. Don't push. Let things happen like they did with me tonight. And thank you for leaving. If you would have stayed I don't think she would have...\" \n\n\"I figured that too.\" \n\n\"Are you staying here or going back to your bed?\" Slater asked his sister. \n\n\"As soon as mom is out of the bathroom...oops, there she goes. See you in the morning sweetheart.\" She kissed her brother hard. Then was gone. She left the door open on her way out. Reaching down to the floor, Slater pulled his shorts up and put them on. \n\nRolling over he closed his eyes. 'Tomorrow should be interesting,' he thought as he drifted off to sleep. \n\n*To be continued...*"
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"value": "\"What the hell did you do?\" I asked, looking at the ornate clock on the wall. Only six hours have passed since I got the game...? Wait.\n\n\"Time warp.\" I looked at Carlos, who still grinned widely. \"That what it does, right?\"\n\nThe wolf nodded. \"Yeppers! You now have control over the game time.\"\n\n\"Game time.\" I turned the phrase over a bit. \"But not real time?\" He nodded again. \"But how much time have I spent in this game anyway?\"\n\nA small notebook appeared in Carlos's hand, and he riffled through the pages. \"About one day of your two week trial period.\" He closed it, and it disappeared.\n\n\"Already?! How did that time fly by?\" A fleeting image of me and Moose in the bedroom passed through my mind, and I blushed a bit. \"Never mind...uhm, about those achievements?\"\n\nA throat cleared. \"I think we can leave them at the door, m'boy,\" a husky baritone said.\n\nI swiveled around to find a slender man lounging behind an ornate mahogany desk. He wore an impeccably tailored green plaid suit.\n\n\"A greeting, sir,\" he said, as if he was used to appearing in the middle of bedrooms. \"I am Customer Service representative number zerone-eight-three, name of Gerome Hall. How may I be of service?\"\n\nI looked at Carlos, then back at the newcomer. \"Uhm...\"\n\n\"Your case has been moved to the second level, sir, and I was-\" here he paused a moment \"-asked to look into it. And I might say, sir, that you have proven to be an very interesting case indeed.\"\n\nI looked back at Carlos, but he didn't respond. In fact, I got the strong feeling that he was trying to look as small and inconspicuous as possible, despite his size. \"Really now?\"\n\nThe man tented his hands, showing off a selection of jeweled rings. Even the suit sparkled a bit at the movement. \"Indeed, sir. You see, you were given a highly experimental version of the True to Form game. Kimera Enterprises feels that although you might damage your computer with this version, it might give us a first-hand look into this new edition.\" He smiled a brilliant smile, reminding me of the receptionist at the office. \"All we ask you to do is to have a few environmental-slash-realitorical filters installed into the software itself.\"\n\nI glanced back at Carlos, who looked away.\n\n\"Oh, I would not worry about Eighty-Seven if I were you. As Mister Mackay must have told you,\" he said, waving dismissively at the gigantic wolf, \"this is nothing more than a small fraction of the main server-slash-personnel interface.\"\n\n\"Now,\" he continued, clasping his hands together again and smiling toothily, \"shall we get down to business? As I said, sir, we just need to install a few filters, which will help you prevent any future glitches that you experienced a few hours ago.\"\n\n\"Out of curiosity,\" I said, \"but what if I do not to them?\"\n\nThe smile, impossible as it may seem, grew more brilliant. \"According to the Terms and Agreements of the Beta Testing Contract, Kimera Enterprises will take action into the testing itself. Actions, I might say, sir, that I have every permission to grant.\"\n\nI did not like the threat given, and I told him so.\n\n\"My good sir,\" he said, leaning forward, \"as I said before, you have an untested version of the game. One that was given to you by mistake, I am sorry to say. We are only looking after you and your interests.\"\n\nHe picked up a sheet of paper. \"Now, it says here that you are enjoying the -ahem- fruits of a side-game,\" the smile grew lascivious and I blushed slightly, \"which is alright, because it does help with us see if we can get an extension for the main game. Of course, that requires no filters at all, and if you would like to keep using that side-game, you only have to agree not to use any other facets of the original game.\"\n\n\"Facets?\"\n\n\"Of course, sir. You will be allowed to make new characters, that is a given, but you won't be allowed to change anything once they are created.\"\n\nI was about to say that I was not allowed to do that anyway, but he went on.\n\n\"Also, any environmental changes, achievements for example, will not be given. Of course, you will be allowed to keep what you have already, which should not be mess anything up. Except for Timewarp, of course. Something able to mess with server time should never have been programmed into any version of the game. Hm.\"\n\nHe started to shuffle papers on his desk, apparently looking for something.\n\n\"That's all?\"\n\n\"A moment, sir... a-hah!\" He pulled out a paper from the stacks with a flourish and handed it to me. \"Here are the terms and conditions that we discussed. By accepting this paper, you are agreeing to the terms thereof. Nothing too much to worry about, of course.\"\n\nI glanced at it. On it was a word-for-word transcript of the discussion we had, including what he just said. Everything looked alright, so I took it.\n\n\"Excellent.\" And he snapped his fingers.\n\nNothing happened.\n\n\"That was odd,\" he said, riffling through papers. He pulled a few out and handed them over to Carlos. \"Look these over, will you?\"\n\nCarlos put on his half-moon spectacles and read through them. \"Hm.\"\n\n\"I was going to tell you,\" I said as the man kept on riffling through the papers. \"I already had the settings fixed.\"\n\nHe looked up at me. \"What did you say?\"\n\nI told him what the other person told me and what Carlos said before. How that happened and the achievements I got to get around that.\n\nCarlos nodded, still reading the papers. \"Apparently, that was so, sir. Someone already fixed the environmental settings.\"\n\n\"That is odd,\" the man said again, reading a paper. \"No idea who did that?\"\n\n\"No sir.\"\n\n\"Hm.\" He kept reading. \"Well, I guess we can try the new settings out now,\" he said, gesturing for Carlos to hand back the papers. He looked at me and smiled brilliantly. \"Keep in mind that your experiences in this stage will be most useful for when we get this new version off the ground.\"\n\n\"You lost me,\" I said.\n\nThe smile faded into a puzzled frown. \"As you said before, the environmental settings were fixed so that you couldn't do anything with them. This couldn't be done. Phil had no authority for that. I can't do that; I had to get permission from my superiors.\" He sighed. \"Well, no sense in crying over spilled milk.\" He started straightening out the piles. \"I guess we can test things out, just to make sure that the game is doing fine.\" He looked at Carlos, who shrugged. \"Alright, let's take something from your files, hm?\"\n\nI was still adrift, and this got me even more at sea. \"You can get into my computer?\"\n\nHe waved this aside. \"Only what Carlos found. However, he should have found that the settings were fixed in the first place. This makes no sense at all...\" He shook his head.\n\n\"Well, Moose did say he read my stories,\" I looked at the wolf, who nodded. \"How about something from there?\"\n\n\"An excellent idea!\" He took a pack of cards from a drawer and gave them a few riffles. Then he fanned them out in his hand, smiling. \"Pick a card. Any card.\"\n\n\"Uh...\"\n\n\"Ah yes.\" He put the cards down. \"I do owe you an explanation. What we are doing is testing a few things out. Most of the filters were already put into place, which doesn't make any sense to me, but still...\" He shrugged. \"So now we are testing the game with all the filters in place. If everything is alright, then we will conclude the session complete, and you can enjoy the rest of your trial period without any more trouble.\" He gestured to the cards. \"So, go ahead, sir. Pick one.\"\n\nI looked at them and picked a green one.\n\n\"Ah, nice choice,\" he said, and snapped his fingers."
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"value": "### Title: Secret Lover of Sly Cooper. by Al-Bear\n\n### Tags: Bear, Gay Relationships, M/M, Neko, Raccoon\n\n### Characters\n\n**Sly Cooper**: The protagonist, a skilled and cunning anthro raccoon thief who leads his gang on heists. He is confident, adventurous, and lives for the thrill of the steal.\n\n**Bentley**: A intelligent anthro turtle who is the brains of the operation. He is cautious, analytical, and provides crucial information and planning for the gang's heists.\n\n**The Murray**: A strong and powerful anthro hippo who is the muscle of the group. He is loyal, determined, and uses his strength to overcome obstacles and protect his friends.\n\n**Al-Bear**: A top-ranked member of the Klaww Gang, an anthro bear who is intelligent, athletic, and has a good sense of manipulation. He is also attracted to Sly Cooper, which adds a layer of complexity to their interaction.\n\n### Plot\n\nSly Cooper and his gang set out to steal a valuable Clockwork part from Al-Bear, a high-ranking member of the Klaww Gang. Bentley, the group's strategist, warns Sly about Al-Bear's intelligence and prowess, but Sly is confident in their abilities. The gang establishes a base in the mountains, where Al-Bear is believed to be residing.\n\nSly conducts reconnaissance and discovers that Al-Bear's cabin is surprisingly unguarded. However, upon further investigation, Sly finds that the cabin is equipped with laser sensors and that Al-Bear is asleep inside. Sly returns to the base and discusses his findings with Bentley and Murray. They decide that Sly should attempt to steal the Clockwork part while Al-Bear is asleep, believing it to be an easy heist.\n\nUpon entering the cabin, Sly is trapped by Al-Bear, who reveals that he had been expecting Sly and had set a trap for him. Al-Bear confesses his attraction to Sly, leading to a romantic encounter between the two. Sly ultimately decides to leave without the Clockwork part, planning to return later. Back at the base, Sly reports to his friends that the heist was unsuccessful, and they plan to try again in the future."
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"value": "Story is an original story by: Al-Bear Characters used within the story are copyrighted from Sly Cooper And my own Fursona.\n\nReading material contains Mild Sexual situations. If you don't like reading about gay relationships I suggest you go to a different story.\n\nThank You. I hope you enjoy! \n\n:\n\n\"Finally I spent years doing everything in my power to become wealthy. And now that I have gained power within the Klawgang and one of Clockworks parts I know for certain that Sly Cooper is sure to try and steal this part. But the last thing he would be expecting is for me to know that he's coming. And I'll be waiting.\"\n\nWe now head to out secret base of our three protagonists. \"Ok Bentley where is the next Clockwork part?\" Sly asks, as Bentley is checking his data for all the information on the next location.\n\n\"Well I believe that the next part is being held by a top ranked Klawgang Member by the name of Al-Bear, and he is currently residing within the mountains.\"\n\n\"Then this Al-Bear is going to be our next target.\" Sly announces before Bentley could finish.\n\n\"But Sly we have to be extremely careful about this operation. Al-Bear is very intellectual. I went to school with him and he was more athletic and smarter then me. But just a little smarter then me.\"\n\n\"Don't worry Bentley, with your brains my skill and The-Murry's strength I'm sure that we can pull this of with out him even knowing were there.\"\n\n\"Yes no one can match The-Murry's power, he will crush all that opposes him and his friends!\"\n\n\"Then it's settled lets move out to the mountains.\" The Gang then packed up their gear and hopped in their vehicle and started to the mountains.\n\nWe now follow our protagonists to their new base that is hidden in the mountains. \"Ok Sly I don't have this location on my maps so I'm going to need you to collect some recon photos.\"\n\n\"Don't worry my little friend I'll get these photos and I'll be right back.\"\n\n\"Please be careful Sly.\"\n\n\"I always am Bentley, this is what I live for.\" He smiles at Bentley and takes off.\n\n\"Ok now I have to be careful and make sure to stay high but not too high to keep out of the guards sights.\" After a couple minutes of jumping thru the trees Sly stumbles upon a lone cabin. \"What? This is the only thing out here in the mountains? No guards? No Patrol? I should report this to Bentley!\" Sly quickly heads back to the base.\n\n\"Bentley, Murry you guys here?\"\n\n\"Ya Sly what's wrong?\" Bentley announces.\n\n\"Ok just making sure nothing funny happened while I was gone.\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" Sly then explained that he didn't see any guards or patrol, just the lone cabin. \"Hmm, maybe years of not having to test his intelligence has made him less careful?\"\n\n\"Are you sure that there is a Clockwork part here?\"\n\n\"I'm positive Sly, I'm still getting my readings from that cabin. I'm going to need you to take pictures of that cabin then. Make sure that your get every aspect.\"\n\n\"Got it, be back in a flash.\"\n\nSly then heads back to the cabin and takes a picture of every angle and \"secret\" entry, then heads back to the base. \"Here you go Bentley.\"\n\n\"Hmm, ok I think this is going to be a simple operation, but just to be safe I want you to go into the small crawl path in the back to get some more recon photos inside of his house. But just in case if he has that place being guarded by any type of laser sensor you can try and get thru the chimney. But other then those entries it seems that the only other entry would be the front door. But that would be very dangerous.\"\n\n\"Got it! Then I'll go get more recon photos.\"\n\nSly then headed back to the cabin again. \"There is something strange about this Al-Bear person, I thought Bentley said that he was extremely intelligent, but it just seems like he is a very oblivious person.\" He reaches the cabin and goes through the crawl hole in the back, but right before he completely entered the cabin al the way he saw a quick flash of red. \"Damn he has this entry guarded by a laser. But I do see him, and he's asleep? Hmm, he's kinda cute, but I have to get that Clockwork part.\" Sly then climbed back out of the crawl hole and headed to the chimney. Right when he got to the chimney he looked down the chimney and say that a fire was going. \"Well I can't get through this way, need to head back to Bentley and tell him of my findings.\"\n\nAfter reaching the base Sly informed Bentley on the laser sensor, the fireplace currently being used, but also on the fact that Al-Bear was asleep. \"He was sleeping?\"\n\n\"Ya if I head back there now I could probably get thru the front door grab the Clockwork part and get out before he even notices.\"\n\n\"Well I guess that over the years that our little Al-Bear lost some of his intelligence. Ok Sly it seems that this will be our easiest heists ever.\"\n\n\"And the easiest Clockwork part to fall into The :Murrys hands.\"\n\n\"Ok guys I'll be back in a couple minutes with the next Clockwork part. Oh but before I go how did he become a top Klawgang member?\"\n\n\"Ohh I didn't mention that? He has a good sense of manipulation.\"\n\n\"Ok then this is no problem for me.\" Sly then headed out to the cabin for what he thinks to be the easiest heists ever.\n\nUpon reaching the cabin he takes a deep breath to calm his nerves a little bit, then slowly opens the door.\n\nAs soon as the door creaked open just a little bit there was a quick big flash of light blinding our cunning protagonist, causing him to suddenly get trapped by electrical arms that came out of the sides of the wall, holding Sly to where he was now completely vulnerable. \"I've been expecting you Sly Cooper,\" says Al-Bear from behind his chair.\n\n\"Let me guess you knew I was coming this whole time and you were waiting for me so that I couldn't grab your Clockwork part?\"\n\n\"Hehe quite a head on those shoulders, but your completely mistaken on my own personal goals.\"\n\n\"Which would be what Mr. Al-Bear\"\n\n\"Hehe my goal this whole time was for me to be able to be alone with someone special to me.\" As Al-Bear was saying this he slowly turned around and started walking towards Sly.\n\n\"And who would this special person be then might I ask?\" Al-Bear was then right next to Sly.\n\n\"Well if you would really like to know that person would be...you Sly.\" As he started rubbing his finger along the defenseless raccoons chest, down to his navel. Sly breathes in deeply,\n\n\"You know, you shouldn't be such a tease then.\" Al-Bear just looks at him straight in the eyes for a couple seconds then he leaned in and started kissing Sly. And Sly didn't try to avoid this confrontation instead he leaned in so he could stick his tongue deeper into Al-Bears mouth. Al-Bear then took a step back to catch his breath and also to notice that Sly had a bulging area in his pants.\n\n\"Hmm seems like my little thieving raccoon is liking what I'm giving him.\" Al-Bear then got on his knees and pulled down Sly Coopers pants reveling his already erect member. There was already a wet spot on his pants where Sly's pre was sticking too.\n\nAl-Bear then licked the tip of Slys head to taste the sweet creamy taste of his cum. Then taking the whole cock into his mouth and having Slys head touch the back of his throat. He then slowly removed Sly's cock from his mouth. \"So how did you like that sweetie?\" Al-Bear then looked at Sly who was already staring at him. Here I can't keep you chained.\n\nAl-Bear then released Sly from his restraints. \"I guess this means that now your going to be grabbing your clockwork part and make your escape?\" Sly still staring at Al-Bear, \"don't worry I wont try to stop you.\" Sly then walked up to Al-Bear and kissed him right on the lips, sticking his tongue as far down into Al-Bear's throat as possible. \"Hehe I take it this means that you don't want to leave just yet then?\" Al-Bear then got back onto his knees and started sucking off Sly Cooper.\n\n\"You know I could simply accidentally overlook where you put your clockwork part and come back again and get it\" Sly saying as he notices the time it was knowing that he needed to head back to his partners before they grew suspicious and came looking for him.\n\n\"Hehe ok. I'll be waiting for your return then Sly Cooper!\" Sly then took off out the door before Al-Bear was able to blink. \"I'll be waiting your return my love!\"\n\nBack at the base Sly tells his friends Bentley and Murry that the operation wasn't a success and that Al-Bear had moved the location of the clockwork part and was about to wake up before Sly could find it. \"Well don't worry Sly, next time wait a little before you make your next more we don't want Al-Bear to catch on to us.\"\n\n\"Humph, don't worry Bentley I just lost track of time. Next time I'll come back with the clockwork part.\"\n\nAnd so we leave our heroes at their base, empty-handed. Maybe next time Sly will be able to get his hands onto more then just the next clockwork part.\n\nThe End-"
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"value": "### Title: Belar the Mighty: The Lost Sister Ch. 03\n\n### Tags: female virgin, blowjob, cunnilingus\n\n**Characters**\n\n- **Belar**: A large, experienced hunter and warrior with a mysterious past. He possesses a rare condition called \"blood rage\" that enhances his combat abilities but makes him a danger to those around him. Despite his gruff exterior, he has a sense of honor and is not as uncivilized as he may seem. He is an anthro, an Onekyh, which is a humanoid with beast-like features.\n\n- **Taria**: A priestess embarking on a perilous journey with Belar to rescue her sister. Initially fearful of Belar, she comes to appreciate and trust him. She is a human.\n\n**Plot**\n\nBelar and Taria journey deep into the treacherous Blackrock Forest, a place where few hunters dare to venture. Belar, familiar with the forest, guides them through the perilous trails. Along the way, they encounter a massive, undead creature that pursues them, forcing them to flee on horseback. During their escape, Taria's horse is injured, and she is ambushed by bandits. Belar, driven by a intense rage, slays the bandits and rescues Taria.\n\nAs they continue their journey, they stop at a lake to clean up and tend to their wounds. At the lake, an intimate moment unfolds between Belar and Taria, revealing their growing bond and trust. Afterward, they resume their journey, determined to reach the Onekyh's cave and rescue Taria's sister. Belar, deeply affected by their encounter and the events of the journey, becomes fiercely protective of Taria and resolves to save her sister at any cost."
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"value": "*I would like to thank my editor and those who provided me valuable feedback!* \n\n*To the readers*: Sorry for the extended delay since Chapter 2, this story took me in a direction I was not expecting and it is much different than the draft I wrote years ago (and was very unsatisfied with). I hope you all like it, and I promise Chapter 4 will be up in a reasonable timeframe. As always, please let me know what you think! \n\n*Chapter Three* \n\nBelar and Taria navigated the winding forest trail in silence for quite some time. Belar could sense the fear emanating from the small priestess beside him. She had seen him unchecked, had witnessed his blood rage in full force. This was typically the point at which most people stopped associating with him. For Taria, that was not an option. *Unlucky for her,* he thought. \n\nBelar reached down and grabbed the waterskin hanging off the side of his saddle, noticing how the priestess jumped at the unexpected motion. He sighed, took a deep gulp of water, and scanned the forest around them. Very few strands of sunlight were piercing through the weave of treetops now, and the trail they followed was so overgrown that it was almost nonexistent. Belar still recognized the area, but they were approaching the point where even he usually turned back when hunting; and Belar did not know of anyone in Lanos who hunted Blackrock Forest as deep as he. \n\n\"Are you okay?\" Belar asked, breaking the silence. \n\nTaria turned towards him and stared for a second. Fear was evident in her features and Belar was surprised at how much that pained him. \n\n\"Yes,\" she said finally. \n\n\"I call it the blood rage.\" Belar replied, answering her unasked question. \n\n\"The blood what?\" \n\n\"The blood rage,\" he said again. \"You know how it feels when your blood rushes before a fight?\" \n\nThe look on her face said she hadn't the faintest clue what he was talking about. \n\nHe realized he was not explaining this to someone with combat experience and decided to try different approach, \"When the dire attacked us, did your heartbeat quicken?\" \n\n\"Yes,\" she said with a nod. \n\n\"That is your fear making your blood rush,\" he explained, \"It can make you run faster or swing your weapon harder. Seasoned warriors know this and use it to their advantage.\" \n\nHer face twisted in confusion, \"But I have never seen any other—\" \n\n\"Let me finish,\" he said, cutting her off. \"Seasoned warriors understand this rush. While the name changes depending on who you are talking to, they all are referring to the same thing.\" \n\nBelar gave her a moment to take in what he was saying before continuing. \n\n\"Fear is not the only thing that causes the rush, anger can as well. The difference is that when anger causes the rush, your training often disappears as well,\" Belar explained. \"Perhaps you have heard the saying, 'An angry soldier is a dead soldier?'\" \n\nThe slight widening of her eyes indicated that she had. \n\n\"Well, that is the meaning behind that saying. Each time a soldier is foolish enough to let anger control him, he invites death.\" \n\n\"But, you wanted me to tell you my story. You wanted to get angry...\" Taria replied, trailing off as she worked to put the pieces together. \n\n\"Aye, I did. It's different for me. For me, the rush caused by my rage seems to be greater than that of others. When it happens...\" Belar paused searching for the right words, \"It is as if everything slows down.\" \n\n\"Is it...\" she began hesitantly, \"Is it because you're Onekyh?\" \n\n\"No, I don't think so,\" Belar responded thoughtfully, \"I have not met many Onekyh, but those I have met do not share this similarity. Most are far more beast than I though.\" \n\n\"Have you met any others like you?\" she asked, now genuinely curious. \n\n\"If there are others, I've never met them,\" Belar replied. \n\n\"So this, uh, blood rage, it makes you faster, stronger?\" \n\n\"Aye, it pushes my body to the limit and dulls my pain,\" he explained, \"It is a boon in battle, but a curse in everything else.\" \n\n\"Why would it be a curse?\" \n\n\"You saw how I reacted to your touch,\" he said with a sigh, \"When in a blood rage, I become blinded by my fury. I will attack anything that comes close.\" He noticed Taria shudder, \"That is why I work alone.\" \n\nBelar hated the sympathy that flooded her crystal blue eyes. He turned away; he did not want her pity. They rode in silence, reflecting on what was just said. The awkward silence was broken when his stomach grumbled angrily, reminding him that it was past time to eat. He heard Taria snicker at the sound and actually smiled a little himself. It was good to hear something cheerful. \n\n\"Sounds like something else is raging,\" Taria jested and Belar's smile morphed into a full-fledged chortle. \n\nHe turned to see Taria wearing a wide grin and marveled at how beautiful she was; even more so now that her frown had been replaced with a smile. \n\n\"Aye, and let me tell you, a food rage is no laughing matter!\" \n\nTaria joined him in laughter. What a sight they would have made right then, two travelers cracking jokes and laughing while winding through one of the most dangerous patches of forest this side of the Nariba River. \n\nWhen Belar's laughter abated a bit, he reached into the pack at his side and pulled one of the cheese wedges free. Before taking a bite, he surprised himself and offered some to Taria. \n\n\"Thank you,\" she said as she broke a chunk free. \n\nBelar nodded and devoured the remainder of the wedge in three enormous bites before reaching into the pack for another. The healing potion he used earlier only accelerated the body's natural healing capabilities and the result left the user famished. He was almost done with the second wedge when Taria spoke again. \n\n\"Uhm, what should I do if you go into one of these blood rages?\" \n\n\"Stay back,\" Belar responded between bites, \"Just stay away and let it run its course.\" \n\nTaria nodded, she appeared to be growing accustomed to the idea, a reaction that both earned his respect and left him speechless. Nobody, not even Francis, treated Belar the same after seeing his rage. To most people he was one step above a wild animal, something that Belar had learned to accept. Yet, somehow, Taria was not treating him in such a manner. \n\nTrying not dwell on it, he turned his attention back to their surroundings. The vibrant green canopy from earlier was now tainted with dead branches — a sure indication that they were nearing the most dangerous portion of the trail. \n\nBelar had only trekked this deep into the forest once before, and that had been many, many years ago, during his reckless youth. Hunters in Lanos made a living off of Blackrock Forest, and the deeper a hunter went, the more valuable the quarry. The rarity of hunters willing to venture deep inside made it so. Belar, in his infinite, youthful wisdom had deduced that the most valuable quarry must reside in the forest's heart. It was only logical. If no hunters were willing to travel there, then whatever lived inside must be worth a fortune. \n\nThe memories flooded back to him as vividly as if they had occurred yesterday. He guessed that one does not forget a day like that. He had traveled the same path they were on now, but veered towards the deepest part of the woods at a junction he and Taria would soon reach. He remembered the dry, cracked brown trees which seemed to almost grasp at anything living. He remembered wondering why the deepest part of the forest would be dying. But, what he remembered most was the smell — if death had a smell, that would be it. That smell had unnerved even his youthful naivety and within minutes he had turned back. Belar was no longer a young man, a veteran of countless battles, bar brawls, and street fights, but at no point in his life had he ever come across a smell like that again. Hell, at no point could he remember feeling fear as he felt that day. \n\n\"Belar?\" Taria asked at his side, \"Are you alright?\" \n\nHer voice snapped him from his daydreaming, \"Aye, just remembering the last time I went this far into Blackrock,\" he replied and immediately regretted it when her smile disappeared. \n\n\"Was it... bad?\" \n\n\"Nothing we can't handle,\" he lied, \"Plus, we are not going the way I went.\" \n\n\"Good,\" Taria replied with relief, \"How much longer do we have?\" \n\n\"About two hours to reach the North woods, then an hour or two until we reach the northern edge,\" Belar explained. \"We should reach the entrance to the caverns that the Onekyh used to inhabit before nightfall. \n\n\"Used to inhabit?\" Taria interjected, her voice rising a bit. \n\n\"Yes, used to. It's not like I visit often.\" \n\n\"What if—\" \n\n\"Then we will figure out what to do then,\" Belar said, halting her question. \n\nTaria opened her mouth as if to say more, but decided against it and turned away, pain showing once more. Just as before, Belar found himself confused at how much that bothered him. \"What is wrong with you?\" he asked himself silently. \n\nHe was about to distract himself with another cheese wedge when the smell hit him. The smell transported him back to his youthful excursion. He felt a rare sensation building once more... fear. \n\nBelar frantically scoured the trees lining the forest trail for any indication that whatever carried that scent had found them. They were close to the junction he had taken years ago and further into the forest than he had come at any point since. He barely noticed Taria start sniffing the air beside him. \n\n\"Wh—\" Taria began, but Belar slapped his hand over her mouth. \n\nThe look on his face silenced her. When the small stone in Belar's pocket sprang to life, he knew that whatever carried that stench had found them. Belar did not even bother loosening his hammer. His instincts, honed from decades of training and combat, told him to run. \n\nIt was then that he saw them, two blazing red eyes seeming to almost dance with excitement in the darkness that lived between the dying tree branches. Belar would later swear that the roar which followed caused the ground to tremble. Taria's scream barely registered in its wake. His instincts took over. \n\nBelar dug his heels deep into the horseflesh beneath him and felt the animal surge forward. With inhuman quickness, he snatched the reins of Taria's horse. A jolt of pain surged through his shoulder as he forced her horse to follow suit. The action almost pulled him to the ground and he knew that most men would have been unhorsed. The cracking of dying branches behind him told him that whatever owned those eyes was in pursuit. \n\nIt took every ounce of Belar's ability to guide the horses as they blazed down the winding trail. He gave thanks to Francis for getting them trained warhorses. When the trail finally straightened, he spared a glance in Taria's direction. The look on her face and the uncanny shade of white that blanketed her features unnerved him. \n\n\"SNAP OUT OF IT WOMA—\" Belar began to scream as he turned his gaze in the same direction as hers. \n\nHis words came to a screeching halt. If he had thought the eyes were bad, the rest of the Amur-forsaken creature was worse. The remnants of what appeared to be a mammoth creature was bounding down the trail behind them, snapping good sized trees as it barreled through. Most of the creature's skeleton lay bare, but a few splotches of dead or dying skin somehow clung to parts of the sickly yellow bones. Those blood red eyes still seemed to dance in the blackness of two gaping eye sockets that sat above a massive jawbone rich with jagged teeth. Belar had never even heard of any creature which fit the description of what he was seeing, and whatever it was, he knew that it should have died long ago. The deathly stench it carried made perfect sense. \n\nHad Belar still been the naive, inexperienced hunter who had traveled to this area so many years ago, he doubted he would have lived to tell the tale. Instead, instincts cultivated over the years since guided him. Those instincts pulled him from his stupor, forced his gaze back to the front, and jerked the reins of his panicked horse in time to miss a tree which had invaded the forest trail. His mind awakened once more to the tiny stone shaking furiously in his pocket. Without considering the consequences, he pulled the stone from his pocket and hurled it at the forsaken creature. \n\nBelar had received the stone as a gift, given by a wizard he saved during a battle long ago. \"It will warn you of danger,\" the wizard had told him, \"And should the situation be dire enough, it will disintegrate with a powerful flash.\" The stone had repaid Belar's service to the wizard many times over in the years since, and now in its' final act, saved their lives. A moment after he sent the stone flying over his shoulder, the air around him went bright white and a soundless explosion deafened his ears. It felt as if his head had been plunged underwater. When the sensation passed, the beast's roars shook his eardrums and caused his eyes to water. Blinking away the tears, Belar did his best to focus on the trail and ensure that neither horse slowed. In reality, he doubted he could have slowed either horse at that point anyways. \n\nHis horse was the first to break. He felt the telltale tremble and knew the beast's collapse was imminent. By that point, he had regained most of his faculties and the angry roars had dissipated some time ago. Belar dug his heels into the horse's flank and yanked on the reins. The horse's head pulled to the right as the animal's left front leg buckled. As the broken animal crashed to the ground, Belar sprang off its haunches and tucked into a ball before slamming into the ground. The impact rattled his bones and sent fiery surges of pain through his body, but as he rolled to a stop, he could tell that nothing was broken. Looking up quickly, he saw Taria's horse disappear down the trail. He hoped she came to her senses quickly or he would not be bringing both sisters back. \n\nIgnoring the pain, he shot to his feet and dashed to his now shrieking horse. He pulled his massive war hammer free and sent it arcing into the horse's skull. The piercing shrieks ended with a crunch. Unsure of how far they had traveled, he stared a moment down the trail, listening for any indication that the beast still followed. Once satisfied, he turned back to the dead horse, closed his eyes for a brief moment, and gave thanks for the animal's sacrifice. The horse had rolled, crushing one of the saddlebags. Thankfully, it had not been the bag which contained the potions. Belar salvaged what he could of the contents and secured the potions in his hunting pouch before setting off in the direction Taria's horse had fled. \n\nThe horse's path would have been easy for a novice hunter to follow. He cursed his ineptness more than once as he followed the stream of broken branches and hoof prints. \"Why did I let go of her horse?\" he asked himself. At every turn, he wondered if he would stumble upon the priestess' lying broken beside her dead horse. It would be his fault. The thought frightened him immensely and he did not know why. Of course he didn't *want* the woman to die, but he had seen plenty of death in his life. Why was it so important that he find *her* alive? Belar's step unconsciously quickened. \n\nWhen he finally heard a horse's whinny, he breathed a sigh of relief—the horse was alive! Belar broke into a sprint. He rounded a corner in the trail and saw Taria's horse lying on its side near a tree that had grown into the trail. The bloody red mark on the tree's trunk told him much of what happened. Yet, unlike how he had imagined it, the priestess was nowhere in sight. Belar's hammer was halfway from its holster when he paused; the horse's whines were not grave enough given the circumstances. Sliding the hammer back into its holster, he knelt beside the horse and ran his hands along the beast's neck. It wasn't broken? He noticed that the horse's front leg was limp, which explained why the animal was still on the ground. \n\n\"What happened here big fella?\" Belar asked with a gentle pat. \n\nThe horse snorted in response and Belar stood, scanning the area with keen eyes. The horse's tracks ended at the tree. The animal had definitely crashed into it, and yet, it was still alive? By all rights, this horse should be either dead or dying. Was it the priestess' work? There were no visible footprints on the trail beyond the tree. She had not gone that way... why? He noticed a twig hanging loosely off to his left and immediately shifted his attention to the area. The moss on the ground was also depressed. She wandered off the path and into the forest? \n\nBelar had only taken two steps in that direction when he noticed the notch in a nearby tree bleeding sap. It looked eerily similar to what one would expect to see after pulling a dagger free. Belar's gaze swung in the opposite direction and took stock of the way the tree branches on that side of the trail were bunched closely together, far too close to be natural... an ambush? Had they already reached the northern woods? He guessed it was possible. He was not entirely sure how far they had traveled while escaping that creature. Belar was still piecing the puzzle together when he heard Taria's scream. \n\nPerhaps it was his Onekyh blood or perhaps it was decades of hunting, but Belar could weave through the forest with unnatural quickness for a man of his size. He closed the distance between Taria's horse and her scream in less than half the time it had taken her to run it. When he reached the small clearing, he was greeted by the sight of the priestess standing with her back against a rather large tree trunk and her arms weaving quickly before her. Three men dressed in dark greens were slowly encircling her, cautious of the faint aura that was forming around her hands. A fourth man was writhing on the ground, clutching at the dagger handle protruding from his stomach. *I guess the dagger did come in handy*, Belar thought. \n\n\"Now, now, pretty,\" he heard the man in the center say, \"We just want to play a little.\" \n\nBelar was still taking stock of the situation when the man on the left moved. His hand snapped forward and Belar's eyes were barely able to pick out the tiny blade before it plunged into Taria's right thigh. The glow around her hands flickered out as the weaving ceased immediately, replaced by a shriek of pain. Belar watched aghast as the priestess crumpled to the ground. \n\nThe anger that swept through his body sent him into a blood rage greater than anything he had experienced in his tumultuous past. In the moment before rational thought ceased, Belar registered shock at how furious the sight of Taria falling made him. The roar *he* unleashed did not cause the ground to tremble, but it did stop all three men in their tracks. \n\nThe first man had not even fully turned to the new threat when his head disappeared, leaving a red mist in the massive war hammer's wake. The headless body actually kept turning for a moment before dropping to the ground, but the blur that was Belar had already passed. The second man caught a glimpse of the giant that was crashing down on him before the hammer found his chest. The last thought of his life was to wonder why he was flying backwards. The third man, to his credit, got his short sword pointed in the right direction and had started to fall into a somewhat seasoned stance when the war hammer came arcing in his direction. His mistake was his natural reaction to try and parry the blow. The war hammer slammed through the blade and then through his head, finally coming to rest at his ribcage. \n\nThe beast of a man that turned on the last highwayman, still lying on the ground, would have given even the holy knights of Lanos pause. The bandit was no longer writhing, but instead stared in wide-eyed horror at the giant methodically marching in his direction. \n\"Please, please don—\" the man started before the thud of Belar's hammer silenced his plea. \n\nHis fury was so strong, that he actually started to walk out of the clearing and back towards the forest trail, intent on tackling the beast they had barely escaped hours ago. \n\n\"Belar?\" a strained voice called out behind him, tugging at his cloudy consciousness, \"Belar... don't leave...\" \n\nBelar turned towards the voice and her tear-stricken face brought him back. A flood of foreign emotions filled the void left behind. He closed the distance between them in a few strides. \n\n\"Bel... Belar,\" the priestess stammered, \"Are you... okay?\" \n\n\"Aye, the rage is passing,\" he replied as he knelt beside the wounded priestess. \n\n\"G... good,\" she replied. Without warning, the priestess wrapped her arms around his neck and locked him in a firm hug. \"Thank you.\" \n\nThe action left Belar thunderstruck. All the fighting and training did nothing to prepare him for this. After a long moment, her grip ceased and she pulled away. Her eyes widened when she saw the tears he knew were forming in his own eyes. He quickly brushed the moisture away. \n\n\"Stupid bugs,\" he stated, looking away. \"I, uh, suppose we should get moving.\" \n\n\"Yes, I suppose so.\" Taria replied and Belar turned back to see a hint of a smile on her face. The smirk was immediately replaced with a cringe of pain as she attempted to rise. \n\n\"Let me,\" he said and slid one arm under her legs and the other around her shoulders. \n\nHe lifted her with ease and turned them back towards the clearing. \n\n\"That... you... how?\" the priestess sputtered as she looked across the carnage that had once been four bandits. \n\n\"I don't know,\" Belar responded honestly. \n\nHe could not remember the blood rage ever taking him like that. The devastation was magnificent, even by his standards. The medicine men of Athys would have been lucky to piece together a single man from the body parts that still remained. He felt the priestess' gaze on him and also felt the blood rushing into his cheeks. He set off across the bloody clearing, refusing to return the look in fear of how he would respond. Amur be damned, he was acting like a bloody stable boy! \n\nBelar easily guided them back to where Taria's horse lay. He did his best to focus on their next course of action, but his mind was incessantly drawn to the firm, lithe woman lying in his arms. The mere touch of her arm around his neck drove him crazy, and he could not fathom why. More than once, he mentally scolded himself and commanded his mind to focus! Only to become more frustrated when his mind and body ignored the order. The whole ordeal was so mentally exhausting that he was actually relieved when they reached the trail and he finally was able to set her down. \n\n\"Let me get one of the potions,\" he said, turning towards her horse. \n\n\"Thank you.\" \n\nHe took a step towards the horse and stopped, wanting to smack himself. The potions were in his bloody pouch now! He sheepishly reached into the pouch at his waist and pulled the remaining healing potion free, hoping the priestess failed to realize his foolishness. The look on her face suggested she hadn't. \n\n\"Uh, here you go.\" \n\n\"Thank you,\" she replied again, not commenting on the oversight. \n\nThe priestess pulled the stopper free and downed the contents. Taria's eyes widened with anticipation for a moment before her tears flooded back. A face took on a resolute look and Belar watched her begin to rock back and forth. He knew that pain and he was impressed at how well she was taking it. This was a strong woman. For the first time since this all began, Belar acknowledged to himself how much he appreciated her companionship on this journey. That realization was astounding. He was a man who needed no one, and all this woman had been so far was a hindrance! Why in Amur's name would he be grateful for her presence? \n\nRefusing to dwell on the uncomfortable thoughts, he turned to the nickering horse. Taria's horse was still one the ground and after a thorough check, he concluded the horse was lame in the front left leg. The horse would be of no further use on this journey, and he doubted it would survive long after they left. It would be a kindness to put the animal down quickly. Belar sighed and began to pull his hammer free once more. \n\n\"Wait!\" \n\nThe exclamation halted the action and Belar turned towards the priestess. \n\n\"Give... give me a... moment,\" Taria said through clenched teeth, \"I... I can see... to the animal.\" \n\nThe last few pieces of the puzzle slid into place. That was why the horse's neck was not broken! It had been the priestess. Belar stood there awkwardly for a moment, not really knowing how to comfort the woman or the horse. Instead, he fell back into what he did know and began a quick sweep of the immediate area. He doubted any other bandits would be present, but he needed to do *something*. \n\nWhen he returned, he found the priestess was kneeling beside the horse, her hands working a complex pattern above the horse's wounded leg. Her whispering was barely perceptible from this distance and he could not make out what she was saying. His disdain for priestly magic kept him from moving any closer and he watched as she finished the ritual. When Taria's hands finally slowed, she climbed to her feet and the horse followed suit. Belar had to admit, he was impressed. \n\n\"That's useful,\" Belar said as he walked towards them. \n\nA smile lit up her face in response, and Belar blushed like a stable boy for the second time that day. \n\n\"I, uh, are you okay?\" he said, trying to regain some semblance of control. \n\n\"Yes, thank you again. Those men...\" she trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid. \n\nThe thought alone threatened to reignite his fury. \n\n\"Pitiful men. Too weak to serve in the guard and too pathetic to find honest work,\" Belar said with disgust. \n\nTaria nodded and he saw the approval in her eyes, \"Well, at least they will not harm anyone else.\" \n\n*That was an understatement*, Belar thought. \n\n\"Can you ride?\" Belar asked, nodding towards her leg. \n\n\"Yes,\" she replied and smoothly mounted the now upright animal as if to accentuate the point. \n\nThe horse nickered in response, apparently just as excited to be walking once more. \n\n\"Is your horse?\" Taria asked, looking around. \n\n\"Gone,\" Belar said without emotion. \n\nMoisture filled the priestess' eyes as she nodded solemnly, \"And that... thing?\" \n\n\"Gone as well.\" \n\n\"Wh—what was it?\" \n\n\"I've no idea, but I'm guessing it is why no hunters return from deep in the forest.\" \n\nHe did not fault the priestess for the fear she showed as she looked back the way they had come. He was ashamed to admit that he had felt the same fear himself. \n\n\"What now?\" she asked. \n\n\"Well, bandits mean we must be getting close to the northern edge,\" Belar explained, \"If we follow the trail, it should take us out near the Onekyh's cave.\" \n\nTaria nodded, \"How far?\" \n\n\"I am not sure,\" Belar shrugged, \"I am not as familiar with this area of the forest.\" \n\nA look of realization crossed Taria's face, \"Are you okay to walk?\" \n\n\"Aye, I don't usually ride through the forest anyways,\" Belar said with a laugh, \"Tends to scare the animals.\" \n\nTaria looked at him perplexed for a moment before a look of comprehension crossed her face as she remembered he often hunted these woods. To cover up the oversight, she flicked the reins on her horse and started down the trail without another word. \n\nBelar was thankful for the silence as he struggled to come to terms with the jumble of emotions he was experiencing. The effect this woman was having on him was incomprehensible. She rode beside him, back straight and a confident look on her face. The same woman who had experienced a dire attack, survived an encounter with the forsaken beast that lived deep in this forest, and had nearly been raped and killed by bandits. Amur be damned, he was a little shaken from it all. Yet, here she sat, riding towards a cave full of Onekyh, and somehow looking confident. The whole thing left him awestruck, and Belar was a little thankful when a much more recognizable emotion began to emerge—lust. \n\nThat is not to say that Belar did not feel some guilt at his natural reaction to watching her ride. The way her legs gripped the horse, the curves of her hips, and most of all, the unmistakable bounce of her bosom as she rode. It all added up to a bulge in his trousers that was becoming more pronounced by the minute. \n\nBelar tried to turn his attention from the priestess and refocus his attention on their journey. Thoughts of what they would do when they reached the forest's edge, how they would get into the Onekyh's cave, how they would find her sister, all flashed through his mind. Yet, it always came back to those bloody bouncing tits and worst of all, to the events of this morning. His quick glances slowly morphed into open stares. Even the priestess was not *that* oblivious to her surroundings. \n\n\"Yes?\" she asked finally. \n\n\"Uh, nothing, I was just wondering, uh, how the leg was doing?\" Belar asked, trying to cover his tracks. \n\n\"It's fine,\" Taria replied and shifted the leg around a bit as if to affirm the statement. \n\n\"Great,\" Belar replied and felt stupid when he failed to come up with anything else conversational. \n\nTaria gave him a confused look, \"Do you think we are getting close?\" \n\n\"Aye,\" he replied, thankful for something to talk about, \"See how the trees are thinning.\" \n\nThe priestess glanced around and nodded in understanding. \n\n\"If I am right, we should be getting close to a small lake. The forest's edge is only half an hour or so further.\" \n\nAs if on cue, they rounded a bend in the trail and spotted a lake in the clearing up ahead. Belar's chest swelled a bit. \n\n\"Wow...\" Taria said with genuine surprise. \n\n\"That would be the lake,\" Belar bragged, acting as if he had expected it to be just around the corner all along. \n\n\"Uhm,\" Taria started hesitantly, \"Do you... think we could stop for a moment?\" \n\n\"Stop?\" \n\n\"Yes, I wouldn't mind cleaning up a bit.\" Taria responded, somewhat abashed. \n\nIt was then that Belar became fully aware of just how bloody he was. His clothing was practically caked in both dire and bandit blood. Taria was not nearly as bad, but she had not escaped the carnage in the clearing unscathed. In reality, they looked pretty haggard, even if the priestess still somehow managed to shine through the muck. \n\n\"Good idea. I would not mind cleaning up a bit myself.\" \n\nThe look on Taria's face indicated that she had been planning on requesting he do just that. With that, the two travelers veered towards the lake, to do something Belar so often neglected—take a bath. \n\nThe realization hit him as Taria gracefully dismounted, the priestess was about to clean up... Did that mean she was going to disrobe? His prick immediately shot to attention and his vision fixated on the object of its desire. His devious mind also sprang into action. \n\n\"I, uh, don't think we should separate,\" Belar stated. \n\n\"What?\" Taria responded in surprise. \n\n\"Well, this close to the forest's edge, and, uh, with the bandits...\" \n\n\"Oh,\" Taria replied, her face darkening in thought, \"I... guess that makes sense.\" \n\nThe priestess looked at the lake for a moment with indecision. \n\n\"Why don't you go there,\" she said finally, pointing to their left, \"And I will go over here.\" \n\nBelar nodded, \"Just stay within sight. I don't want any surprises.\" \n\nShe nodded back, and the deep red that filled her cheeks was incredibly alluring. Belar turned towards the lake before she became aware of the noticeable bulge in his pants. When he neared the lake, he glanced in her direction and saw that she had also reached the lake's edge. He could not peel his eyes away as she pulled her tunic free. Somehow, even her bare back sent shivers through his body. He quickly shifted his gaze forward when she turned her head towards him. Amazingly, he removed his boots and blood-stained trousers before giving in to the overwhelming desire to turn back. When he did, he was rewarded with a glimpse of her naked breast as she waded into the lake. He knew then that he was going to have to take care of himself before they left the lake. He looked down at his prick, now pointing skyward. There was no way he could fight like this, and there would probably be more fighting on this journey. \n\nBelar tugged his filthy tunic over his head and entered the lake himself. The water was cool, but even it could not diminish what looking at the priestess had started. Not a man to bathe often, he comically splashed a bit of water over himself in an attempt to clear the dried blood and dirt. All the while, his attention remained on anything but his own body. More than once, his glances were greeted by Taria also glancing in his direction. He would sheepishly turn back, a little embarrassed. That embarrassment would disappear quickly though, and the result left him sneaking another peek. After a series of glances, Belar resolved to focus on bathing and, to his credit, lasted a few minutes. \n\nHe was so focused on not peeking that he completely failed to hear Taria's approach. Her touch on his back startled him to the point that his trained reflexes kicked in and he swung around so powerfully that the priestess was sent staggering backwards. Her arms flailed against the water as she fell beneath the lake's surface. Her head reappeared a moment later and she started coughing up the ingested water. \n\n\"S—sorry,\" he stammered, not thinking about her nudity for the first time in quite a while. \n\nThe priestess waved her hand as if to say it was not his fault as she finished coughing. Belar began to take a step in her direction, but paused, unsure of the appropriate response. *Why did she come over here*, he silently asked himself. \n\n\"I, ahem, I'm sorry,\" she finally said between coughs, \"I did not mean to startle you.\" \n\nThe realization that this woman had snuck up on him dawned on the seasoned hunter. It was his turn to blush. That blush deepened when the priestess finished her coughing fit and turned fully in his direction. \n\nWhile everything was technically covered by the water, a good portion of her bosom was on display, and the rest was hinted at just below the water line. What the previous incident had done to diminish his rigid prick was immediately restored. Belar tried his best to look at her face, but failed miserably. \n\n\"I...\" Taria began and slowly stepped towards him. \n\nThe action was so unexpected that Belar nearly retreated. Now he did look into her face, trying to unravel the puzzle. Her blushing, unsure expression did nothing to answer his questions. She closed to within an arm's length of his body and gently placed her hand on his bare chest. He shuddered under her touch. \n\n\"I... I want to...\" she began again, \"Thank you.\" \n\nBelar stood there, fully confused. Her hand began to trace along one of the many scars that lined his chest. \n\n\"So many,\" she whispered, \"Have you ever known peace?\" \n\nBelar did not respond, but he hated the moisture that returned to his eyes. This woman... what was she doing to him? \n\nHer hand traced one of his deeper scars, earned during mercenary work protecting a rich merchant's caravan. The man who had given him the scar had ended up eerily similar to the bandits in the clearing. That memory came to a jarring conclusion as her hand left the scar and traversed downwards. \n\n\"I thought...\" Taria whispered, \"I thought I might... uhm, say thank you by doing... doing what we did earlier.\" \n\nBelar shuddered when her hand reached his nearly bursting cock and her soft fingers wrapped around the flesh. It occurred to him that maybe the beast in the forest had killed them after all and now he was simply dreaming. \n\n\"I mean... only if, uhm, if you want to?\" Taria finished, blushing profusely and sounding more unsure of herself by the minute. \n\nThat got his attention, \"I would like that,\" he replied, instantly cursing the banality of his response. \n\nTaria must not have felt the same because her hand slowly worked its way up his cock and then back down. After all of his daydreaming in the past half hour, the sensation felt heavenly. Her hand pumped his cock a few more times before traveling upwards to find his own hand. Belar allowed himself to be led from the lake and watched as her intoxicating body emerged from to water's surface. He was finally privy to the priestess in all her glory. \n\nWhen they reached dry land, the priestess turned back towards him and Belar's breath caught. Her hand was still in his and she made no effort to cover herself. Every curve was on full display and for the first time in his life, Belar simply stared at a naked woman slack-jawed. Those sparkling blue eyes locked on his and she gave him the slightest smile. Belar's heart was now pounding harder than when his rage was in effect. He felt her hand slip from his and watched dumbfounded as she dropped to her knees before him. The scene was nothing like what had happened earlier that day. \n\nThose soft hands found his manhood once more and he quivered under their touch. The emotions funneling through his body were all new and he did not understand their implications. He was simply left gawking at the beautiful woman kneeling before him. For the second time that day, those lovely lips wrapped around his cock and took him in. Taria needed no instruction this time as she sucked along the shaft and slowly traversed back to the tip. Belar was moaning audibly long before the first repetition was completed and grunted when the flesh disappeared into her mouth once more. \n\nHe was enthralled; her full lips gliding along his cock, the sway of her hair as her head bobbed back and forth, and the bounce of her naked breasts below it all. Powerful sensations wracked his body. He was not a man who courted women, nor was he a man whom he felt women desired. The only sex Belar had was sex he paid for, and not with the prostitutes men craved, but with the ones who had reached the point where they would accept his offer. So, to have a woman, especially this woman, choose to do this was riveting. Standing there, experiencing a level of passion that had always been absent from his previous encounters, Belar came to the realization that he wanted more. \n\n\"Errgh, st—stop,\" he grunted. \n\nAs his cock slipped from between those soft lips and the glorious sensation halted, Belar cursed his bloody emotions. \n\n\"Is... is something wrong?\" Taria said, looking up at him and wiping saliva from her chin with the back of her hand. \n\nThe part of Belar that he knew, he understood, demanded that he push his cock back into her warm mouth and let this gorgeous woman finish what she started. Belar suppressed that part and instead took her hand, guiding the priestess back to her feet. \n\n\"I don't,\" he halted for a second, \"I don't want it to just be about me.\" \n\nTaria looked at him in obvious confusion, and it was Belar's turn to shock her by leaning down and kissing her. At first her lips remained rigid, but she did not pull away. After a moment, they began to respond in kind and he felt her hands slide around him. Everything was a haze. Somewhere along the way they found the ground. When their lips finally split, Belar was leaning over her prone body. Without a word, he kissed his way down her neck and nestled between her lovely breasts. He felt Taria shiver as his lips worked across each luscious mound and traced circles around her nipples. Belar smiled at the shudder he invoked when he finally flicked his tongue across the nipple's firm nub. He continued to play with her tits for a time, not entirely sure who was enjoying the experience more. \n\nBy the time Belar reluctantly shifted his attention from Taria's firm breasts, moans of pleasure were regularly escaping her lips. He continued his trek across her taut stomach and into her womanhood. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils and her body welcomed his attention. Belar's tongue slid along her widening flower a few times before finding its way back to the sensitive tip. \n\"Oh, oh!\" he heard her exclaim in response to his tongue finding her clit. \n\nBelar slowly traced a path around nub with his tongue before teasing her a bit by flicking the tip of his tongue lightly back and forth across the surface. That earned him another exclamation and her hands found their way to the back of his head. Her fingers began to burrow into his hair and he felt the pressure from their grip pushing his head further between her legs. He decided he had teased her enough and began to fully swirl his tongue across her clit. The motion elicited a primal moan. \n\n\"Oh, oh, OH\" he heard her gasp, \"Yes, oh yes!\" \n\nBelar did not relent when her legs clamped against his head or he felt her shudders begin. \n\n\"YES, OH, OH, OH YES!\" Taria practically screamed, giving into the sensations. \n\nThe hands on his head were no longer pressuring him into her womanhood, but were outright demanding it. He felt her shudders morph into full body convulsions and Taria's hips lifted from the ground to push herself against his tongue, demanding more. Belar was all too happy to oblige. \n\n\"OH, OH MY, AMUR BE BLESSED!\" the priestess screamed with a lustful passion. \n\nHer shudders slowed as her orgasm peaked and Belar felt her strong legs finally loosen their grip on his head. His gaze shifted upwards, past two mountains heaving erotically, and took in the look of complete satisfaction evident on her face. Taria seemed content at the moment to lay there, her eyes closed, breathing heavily, and allowing the residual tremors to course through her body. Belar found enjoyment in the glow that she exuded and lost himself in the moment. \n\nWhen those crystal blue eyes reappeared, Belar awakened and without a word, began his slow trek back up her body. Sweat glistened on its surface, hinting at the intense pleasure a moment before. Quivering hands slid down to his cheeks and guided his face towards hers. The satisfaction was still evident in her features, but he also saw tears. Before Belar could even ask the question, Taria pulled his head towards her and kissed him deeply. All questions evaporated under that kiss and Belar unconsciously moved fully between her legs. His cock found its way to her womanhood, and they were still lost in the embrace as it slid into the inviting opening. \n\nBelar did register the resistance he hit, but having only experienced tavern whores in the past, he was unaware of what it meant and pushed past. He heard the priestess gasp and broke from their kiss. A tear had escaped her left eye. Taria closed her eyes and guided his lips back to hers, an action he readily accepted. His cock was now fully within her and the sensation was beyond any he had known before. Her womanhood seemed reluctant to let go of him as he slowly pulled away, and then greedily devoured him when he plunged back inside. The flood of pleasure that jolted through his body sent him to new heights. It was his turn to moan. \n\nSomewhere in the process, Taria's legs worked their way around his lower body and began to accentuate each thrust. Coherent thought disappeared and Belar was a slave to the pleasure. Each thrust was a gift. When Taria's soft hands left his head to scratch a path along his back, Belar shivered with excitement. This was so much more powerful than anything the tavern whores had done. No man could have lasted long and the surge started all too quickly. Belar finally broke free from those mesmerizing lips and grunted. \n\n\"UHHHH!\" he gasped and pushed fully into her, releasing his seed in a series of vigorous spurts. \n\nBelar remained in a carnal haze until the intense waves of pleasure slowed. When he opened his eyes, he found Taria staring back at him, looking exhausted, but smiling. They were still fully connected and Belar found immense comfort in the feeling. \n\n\"I—\" he began, but Taria silenced him with a brief kiss. \n\n\"That was beautiful,\" she said, \"Let's leave it at that.\" \n\nBelar laughed and shook his head, \"I don't understand women.\" \n\nIt was Taria's turn to laugh and it was music to his ears. \n\n\"Says the Onekyh, blood raging, whatever you are,\" Taria replied and Belar laughed even harder. \n\nThey were still laughing like fools as they disentangled themselves and lay beside one another, lost in the moment. Belar's mind unfortunately found its way back to reality and he realized that what he was feeling would not last. The sobering thought saddened him. He turned to see Taria staring at the sky, apparently having similar thoughts. \n\n\"Do you think she is dead?\" Taria asked without looking at him. \n\n\"No,\" Belar answered. \n\n\"I don't... I don't know if I could bear her being dead...\" \n\nThe tears returned and Belar watched a teardrop slid free and trickle down her cheek. He wanted to wipe it away, but remained motionless. \n\n\"I'm sorry,\" Taria said, finally turning to look at him. \"I'm sorry I dragged you into this.\" \n\nThe look of anguish on her face shattered what remained of the surreal experience. \n\n\"Don't be,\" Belar said without hesitation. \n\n\"But—\" \n\nBelar cut her off, \"She will be at the cave and we will bring her back.\" \n\nHis tone of voice silenced her and she turned back to the sky. He watched as a resolute look returned to her face and remained silent when she started to rise. Even the gravity of the situation did not make him immune to the naked body moving beside him. He soaked in every bounce and sway with stark admiration. As she brushed the loose grass from her backside, she noticed his gaze. \n\n\"We need to get moving,\" she told him, hands on her hips and looking down at him. \n\n\"Can't blame a man for admiring the view,\" Belar replied with a wide grin. \n\nThe response elicited a blush and the look she gave him held more than a bit of the Taria he had grown accustomed to earlier. Belar decided not to press his luck and climbed back to his feet as well, his eyes never leaving her body as she made her way back to her clothes. At that moment, his mind was a mush of emotions that he did not understand. He was certain of one thing however; he would die for this woman. Her sister had better be alive and well or he would kill every Onekyh in that cave."
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"value": "### Title: A Furry Love Story - A New Genesis by anthroguy101\n\n### Tags: Henry, Manitoba, Maria, Mr. Li, New Genesis Project, Political, politics\n\n### Characters\n\n**Henry**: The protagonist, an anthro with human-like intelligence and capabilities. Henry is curious, cautious, and somewhat anxious about the plans discussed with Mr. Li. He is a high-ranking member of the DSP and has a blog where he expresses his preferences and thoughts.\n\n**Mr. Li**: An Asian representative at the desk who provides Henry with information about the company's plans. He is knowledgeable, calm, and strategic, aiming to educate the public and advance the industry of raising anthros.\n\n**MariaKitsune**: A character who calls Henry to remind him about a dinner with sponsors. Her role is brief but indicates a level of organization and support behind the scenes.\n\n### Plot\n\nHenry, an anthro with exceptional intelligence, visits a desk where he is handed a pamphlet by Mr. Li. The pamphlet outlines a controversial plan to create and raise anthros, granting them eventual citizenship. This plan aims to revitalize economies in struggling cold-weather towns by introducing intelligent anthros who can contribute to local economies. Henry expresses concerns about political backlash and the potential for abuse, but Mr. Li assures him of their strict policies and educational efforts.\n\nMr. Li reveals that Henry's intelligence is far above average, with an IQ of 213, and that the company plans to start their operations in Henry's hometown. The goal is to sell the anthros and accept donations to fund the project, with the hope that their intelligence will benefit humanity. Henry is told that the project will begin within three years and that his support is crucial for its success.\n\nAfter the discussion, Henry returns to his hotel room, deeply contemplating the information. He receives a phone call from MariaKitsune, reminding him of a dinner with sponsors. Henry senses that significant changes are on the horizon, both for himself and the broader society."
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"value": "I never felt such a mixed feeling of hope and panic as I did when I stared into that desk. It gave me a very bad feeling in my stomach. I was very concerned about how this would work out. An asian person at the desk handed me a pamphlet. It described in great detail what they were doing. They were going to play with fire.\n\nThe pamphlet laid out their plan: they were going to allow adults to raise people like me. They would not only look like dogs but also cats, squirrels, foxes, cheetahs, wolves, and even red pandas. They were going to start a lobbying group to advance the industry and grant their experiments eventual citizenship. Their so-called \"plan\" did nothing to calm my fears. I knew this might happen someday; I just didn't want it to happen *now*.\n\n*Henry:* I have so many questions about this. I don't even know where to begin. I guess I'll ask what your name is.\n\n*Person:* My name is Mr. Li.\n\n*Henry:* Hi, Mr. Li. Where is this company going to be based?\n\n*Mr. Li:* I think you'll be pleased to know that it will be based in your hometown.\n\n*Henry:* Where are you going to be selling them?\n\nMr. Li gave me a chart. It showed the areas of America that were damaged the most, specifically rust-belt towns, as well as New Orleans.\n\n*Mr. Li:* Our plan is to have cold-weather animals inhabit these towns. We've read on your blog about how you'd never move down south and how you prefer cold weather. I see you have the water bottle with you, yes?\n\n*Henry:* Ya.\n\n*Mr. Li:* If these animals will stay up north, the theory goes that their economies would recover. In some cases, it may be their only hope. There's a town called Warren, PA. They had around 10,000 people, according to the Census of 9 A.W. How many people do you think there are now?\n\n*Henry:* I don't know, 6,000?\n\n*Mr. Li:* Actually, it's 413. For decades, kids have been leaving the town to chase their dreams. They've been taking their ideas further south and west. That's where the jobs are now. That's where the opportunity has been. One of our top scientists was born there. He's not going back.\n\n*Henry:* How would they help economically? I mean, couldn't they just move back to the cities?\n\n*Mr. Li:* They probably will, but there will always be those that don't. Even the cities have been suffering. Their intelligence would hopefully be put to good use.\n\n*Henry:* Their intelligence?\n\n*Mr. Li:* You mean you don't know? The scientists at the university wanted you to think like an average human. The testing they did to you shows that your are much smarter than that.\n\nHe handed me papers from the university showing the results of this testing. My IQ was 213. Brainwave activity was far above \"normal.\" I was stunned. I often thought that I wasn't as smart as the humans, but never thought I would be smarter than them. Inside I was infuriated that they didn't release the papers.\n\n*Mr. Li:* Even GM babies haven't gotten that high, at least not yet. If we could get that kind of result accross the country, imagine what good it would do for humanity.\n\n*Henry:* That's great and all, but you saw what happened with one, you know, when I was born. You're creating a new race of smart people. The Nationals are going to be all over your ass, and there won't be a catastrophe to save us this time.\n\n*Mr. Li:* I know that would be concerning to a high-ranking memeber of the DSP like yourself. It wasn't just America. It was a global thing. Your birth also turned over the legislative Yuan and the parliament of India. The culture in the Republic is much more regressive over something like this. It's an insult to their way of life.\n\n*Henry:* Then what are you going to do to stop political armageddon?\n\n*Mr. Li:* All we can do is educate the public. We're going to start a lobby as soon as it gets started. I'm sure it won't be as much of a problem in the states where they will reside. They could use something like this, and their culture is much more accepting.\n\n*Henry:* Is this just an American thing? Are you going to do this elsewhere?\n\n*Mr. Li:* For now it's just an American thing. Consider us a cattle prod pushing your country forward. That's one reason we decided to do this.\n\n*Henry:* Where are you going to get the money?\n\n*Mr. Li:* People will pay for the cubs. We're also going to accept donations.\n\n*Henry:* How are you going to prevent child abuse?\n\n*Mr. Li:* We have a strict policy against it, and once they become citizens that won't be a problem.\n\n*Henry:* Are they going to be able to reproduce?\n\n*Mr. Li:* Of course.\n\nI stood there for awhile, and finally thought the one question above all else I wanted answered.\n\n*Henry:* When is this all going to begin?\n\n*Mr. Li:* Three years tops.\n\n*Henry:* Oh, okay.\n\nJust as I was about to leave, Mr. Li gave the last word.\n\n*Mr Li:* One more thing, Henry. You are also a part of this. It all boils down to you. If we don't have your support, then we're not going to anywhere with this. I don't want you to go down as the only one of your kind that's ever lived. Imagine being able to talk to more people like yourself. Imagine not being so lonely.\n\nAfter that I left, having much on on my mind to think about. I took the pamphlet to my room and stared at it. I went on the website. My mind went running in circles. I got a phone call to my hotel room.\n\n*MariaKitsune:* I hope you haven't forgotten about the dinner you'll be having with the sponsors. Come down to room 13 at 17:30.\n\n*Henry:* Okay.\n\nI hung up the phone. Things were going to be completely different from here on out. I just knew it."
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"value": "### Title: How To Make Characters Talk in Your Stories\n\n### Tags: dialogue punctuation, punctuating dialogue, how to use quote marks, quote marks, dialogue, writing dialogue, punctuation, punctuation help, writing help, how to punctuate dialogue\n\n### Characters\n\n**Whispersecret**: The narrator and instructor who guides the reader through lessons on using dialogue in stories. Whispersecret is knowledgeable and patient, providing examples and quizzes to help the reader understand the material.\n\n**Matt and Yvonne**: Characters used in an example to illustrate the effectiveness of dialogue in conveying emotion and intensity in a scene.\n\n**Kyle**: A character used in an example to demonstrate the proper use of quotation marks and tags in dialogue, particularly when the tag is in the middle of the quote.\n\n**Fiona and Rockwell**: Characters from Whispersecret's story, \"Hostile Takeover,\" used to illustrate proper paragraphing in dialogue.\n\n**Various unnamed characters**: Used in examples to demonstrate different aspects of dialogue and punctuation, such as a doctor, Larry, Dolores, Sara, Tabitha, Tara, and Ally.\n\n### Plot\n\nWhispersecret, a knowledgeable instructor, begins with an explanation of why dialogue is crucial in stories, particularly in erotica. The instructor emphasizes that dialogue makes stories easier to read by breaking up text and adding interest. Whispersecret then proceeds to teach the rules of using quotation marks, commas, and ending marks in dialogue through a series of lessons. Each lesson builds on the previous one, starting with the basic rule that quotation marks should hug the exact words spoken by a character. The instructor provides examples and quizzes to help the reader understand and practice the rules.\n\nThroughout the lessons, Whispersecret covers various scenarios, such as when the tag comes before the quote, when the character is asking a question or making an exclamation, and when the tag is in the middle of the quote. The instructor also explains the importance of paragraphing in dialogue, noting that each new speaker should start a new paragraph. Whispersecret uses examples from a story called \"Hostile Takeover\" to illustrate these points. The lessons culminate in a final exam where the reader is asked to punctuate sentences correctly based on what they have learned. The answers to the exam are provided at the end for the reader to check their understanding."
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"value": "*LESSON 1 \nWhy Use Dialogue in the First Place?* \n\nHi, I'm Whispersecret. I am going to attempt to explain how you can include dialogue in your stories. Hopefully, by the time I'm done, you will be able to confidently use quotation marks, commas, ending marks (.?!), and tags (he said/she exclaimed) correctly. There is even a \"final exam\" at the end you can take to see if you understand. \n\nFirst, I wanted to talk about why using dialogue is critical for stories. Literotica has thousands of erotic stories. If your story is riddled with grammar/punctuation errors and lacks good dialogue, it's a good bet that people will pass and move on to a story that is easier to read. \n\nSome contributors to Literotica refrain from having their characters actually talk, and their stories get read. They may even get good response. But I think those stories are lacking for many reasons. \n\nREASON 1: Stories that have long, uninterrupted blocks of text are difficult to read. The human eye needs that white space. It helps the reader track the lines easier and prevents migraines! Haven't you read those stories yourself, where you lose your place in the paragraph? It's probably because you're looking at a solid wall of text that has nothing that your eye can use as a sort of marker or guidepost. Real dialogue can provide that necessary white space, making your story easier to read. (Proper paragraphing helps too.) \n\nREASON 2: You are writing erotica to entertain readers with a sexy tale. Pure narrative with no conversation at all can be boring, and for an erotic story, that's counterproductive. \n\nTake this example: \n\n*I asked her to get on her knees and suck my dick. She told me she wanted that more than anything! Then she took me in her hot mouth and I told her how incredible it felt.* \n\nThat is what passes for dialogue in some stories. It is not dialogue; it is poor writing. Those three sentences aren't enough to be considered truly boring and monotonous, but if you have a whole story like that, believe me, it can get tedious. \n\nHow much more interesting is it to read this instead: \n\n\"Get on your knees, baby, please. I want to watch you suck my cock.\" \n\n\"I want that so much, Matt. God, I want to feel your hot prick in my mouth!\" \n\n\"Fuck...oh, FUCK! That's incredible. Don't stop. Suck it harder, baby...\" \n\nCan't you just hear the desperation in their voices? The naked lust? And I didn't even add tags to describe their voices, the expressions on their faces, etc. That's coming up next. \n\nREASON 3: Dialogue provides a punch to a story that can't be given any other way. Look again at the example I gave you above. Let me add a little to it and see how much more effective it is. See if you come away with a little bit more than the last time. \n\n\"Get on your knees, baby, please,\" I begged Yvonne in a hoarse voice. \"I want to watch you suck my cock.\" \n\n\"I want that so much, Matt,\" she said breathlessly. \"God, I want to feel your hot prick in my mouth!\" \n\nI panted as she took me between her lips. I could barely speak. \"Fuck...oh, FUCK! That's incredible. Don't stop. Suck it harder, baby...\" \n\nI hope you saw a difference. I hope you *felt* a difference! This time you know that Matt is so aroused that his voice is hoarse. Yvonne is breathless; she really wants him. \n\nREASON 4: You can communicate much more about your characters by choosing the *exact words* they utter. For the next example I'm going to have three people say basically the same thing—that someone was wearing something that wasn't the current fashion. See if you get a different impression of each person based on the actual words that come out of their mouths: \n\n\"I was totally blown away. Her outfit was like so yesterday. I mean, this is the new millennium, you know.\" \n\n\"I'm telling you, everyone who is anyone was talking about it. How could she possibly have worn that outdated ensemble? It was positively passe.\" \n\n\"Huh, sugar, I can't tell you how silly she looked. Like she raided her grandma's attic!\" \n\nDid you get a feel for those three people? Did you even create a picture of them in your head? I hope so. You can say about your characters by putting specific, well-chosen words in their mouths. \n\nI'm sure I've missed some other reasons why dialogue is important to stories, but hopefully you get the idea. Quotation marks need to be there. Make friends with them. \n\n*LESSON 2 \nQuotation Marks and A Little Bit about Commas* \n\nNow, I'm actually going to teach you some rules. \n\nStop rolling your eyes! \n\nPeriodically I'll insert little \"tests\" so you can try it yourself. I recommend you actually use a pen and paper to write the sentence the way you think it should be. This will help cement the skill in your head. I'll have several returns to separate the \"quiz\" from the answer so you aren't so tempted to peek. \n\nWhen I teach school children about quotation marks, the first thing I tell them is that whatever is inside the quotation marks is *exactly what comes out of the character's mouth.* If you remember that one thing, you'll do fine! Anything outside of the quotation marks is part of the narrative. \n\nHere's a sentence without quotation marks: \n\n*I don't swallow cum she said.* \n\nWhere do the quotation marks go? The marks should \"hug\" the exact words that come out of her mouth. \n\n\"I don't swallow cum\" she said.* \n\nNow, something is still missing. The comma. Usually you have to set off the quotation from the tag (he said, she replied, etc.) with a comma. (I'll get into exceptions to this later.) The comma goes *inside* the quotation marks. \n\n\"I don't swallow cum,\" she said.* \n\nTry it yourself. Here is a sentence without punctuation: \n\n*Your cock can't possibly be ten inches long the doctor said.* \n\nWhich of the following is correct? \n\n*A. \"Your cock can't possibly be nine inches long,\" the doctor said. \nB. \"Your cock can't possibly be nine inches long\" the doctor said. \nC. \"Your cock can't possibly be nine inches long, the doctor said.\" \n\nThe answer was A. Did you get it right? Good for you! \n\n*REVIEW: \nRule 1.* Quotation marks bracket the exact words the character is saying. \n*Rule 2.* If your quotation comes before the tag, the comma goes inside the quotation marks. \n\n*LESSON 3 \nMore about Commas and Capital Letters* \n\nSometimes the tag comes before the quote. If it does, you still need a comma. This time, the comma goes directly after the tag, *outside* of the quotation marks: \n\n*She said, \"They had an orgy.\" \n\nDid you happen to notice that the above sentence has two capitals? I'm sure you remember your first grade teacher telling you that every sentence must start with a capital letter. That is why \"she\" is capitalized in that sentence. However, when you're quoting someone in a story, you also have to capitalize the first word they utter. That is why \"they\" is capitalized in that sentence. \n\nYou try it: \n\n*Larry said her tits were like cannonballs* \n\nWhich is right? \n*A. Larry said \"her tits were like cannonballs.\" \nB. Larry said, \"Her tits were like cannonballs.\" \nC. Larry said, \"her tits were like cannonballs.\" \n\nThe answer is B. Give yourself a pat on the back if you got it right. That was complicated. \n\nEvery sentence needs an ending mark (a period, an exclamation point, or a question mark.) The ending mark acts like a stop sign to tell the reader that the sentence is done and a new sentence is next. In dialogue, the ending mark goes *inside* the quotation marks: \n\n*Larry said, \"Her tits were like cannonballs!\" \nLarry said, \"Her tits were like cannonballs?\" \n\nYou try: \n\n*A. Dolores cried, \"Don't touch me there\"! \nB. Dolores cried \"Don't touch me there!\" \nC. Dolores cried, \"Don't touch me there!\" \n\nThe answer was C. \n\n*REVIEW: \nRule 3.* If your tag comes first, the comma is outside of the quotation marks. \n*Rule 4.* If your tag comes first, capitalize the first word that is uttered by the character. \n*Rule 5.* If your tag comes first, the ending mark for the sentence goes inside the quotation marks. \n\n*LESSON 4 \nMore About Ending Marks* \n\nTake a look at this sentence: \n\nIs that a banana in your pocket she asked \n\nShoot! This is complicated, isn't it! Where does the question mark go? \n\nWell, let's put the quotation marks in first. Remember they hug the exact words being spoken. \n\n\"Is that a banana in your pocket\" she asked \n\nGood. Now, remember when I told you that usually the quotation is set off from the tag by a comma, but that there would be exceptions? Here is an exception. She is asking a question, so you need a question mark *instead* of a comma. The question mark goes *inside* the quotation marks. It's supposed to punctuate the actual question being asked: \n\n\"Is that a banana in your pocket?\" she asked* \n\nThis sentence is still missing one thing. The entire sentence needs its own ending mark, a period. \n\n\"Is that a banana in your pocket?\" she asked.* \n\nThere. It's exactly the same with an exclamation point: \n\n\"It IS a banana!\" she exclaimed in disappointment.* \n\nYou try it. Which is correct? \n*A. \"How many shaved pussies have you licked\" he asked? \nB. \"How many shaved pussies have you licked,\" he asked? \nC. \"How many shaved pussies have you licked?\" he asked. \nD. \"How many shaved pussies have you licked he asked?\" \n\nThe answer is C. \n\nSuppose the tag is first. It's even simpler. There's only one ending mark, and it still goes *inside* the quotation marks: \n\n*She asked him candidly, \"Will you fuck me?\" \n\n*REVIEW: \nRule 6.* If your character is asking a question or exclaiming something, the ending mark goes *inside* the quotation marks. If the tag follows the quote, you need to add a period. \n\n*LESSON 5 \nThe Tag in the Middle* \n\nWe've gone through tags in the beginning. (I said, \"I love you.\") We've covered tags following the quote. (\"I love you,\" I said.) Now I'm going to teach you about tags that sit smack-dab in the middle of the quote. \n\nHere's a sentence with no punctuation: \n\n*No Kyle said with a laugh she's never been with another woman* \n\nFirst, let's put the quotation marks in. Remember, they go around whatever words come out of Kyle's mouth. It's tricky, though, because he says something, then you have the tag identifying Kyle as the laughing speaker, and then he says something else. \n\n\"No\" Kyle said with a laugh \"she's never been with another woman\" \n\nNow, remember how quotes have to be set off from the tag with a comma? In this case, you need two. \n\n\"No,\" Kyle said with a laugh, \"she's never been with another woman.\" \n\nYou try it: \n\nI would like to make love to you the man said right here, right now \n\nChoose the right one: \n*A. \n\"I would like to make love to you,\" the man said, \"right here, right now.\" \nB. \n\"I would like to make love to you\" the man said right here, right now.\" \nC. \n\"I would like to make love to you, the man said right here, right now.\" \n\nThe answer is A. \n\nNow suppose Kyle says something longer: \n\n*No, she's never been with another woman Kyle said with a laugh as far as I know she's not bi-curious at all* \n\nIn the above example Kyle says one complete sentence, then there's the tag, and then he says something else that's another complete sentence. Here are where the quotation marks go: \n\n\"No, she's never been with another woman\" Kyle said with a laugh \"as far as I know she's not bi-curious at all\" \n\nNow, look at the above example and see how many sentences you see. \n\nThere are two. Where you divide them is up to you. You can connect the tag to either the first quote or the second. \n\nIf you attach the tag to the first quote, you need a period after \"laugh\". That makes the next quote a complete sentence on its own, so it needs its own capital and ending mark: \n\n\"No, she's never been with another woman,\" Kyle said with a laugh. \"As far as I know she's not bi-curious at all.\" \n\nIf you attach the tag to the second quote, it should be this way: \n\n\"No, she's never been with another woman.\" Kyle said with a laugh, \"As far as I know she's not bi-curious at all.\" \n\nThat reads a little awkwardly, though. Still, the choice is up to you. \n\nHere's your chance to see if you understand: \n\n*I can't believe it he said with a grin I actually saw her panties* \n\nThere are two correct answers. Here are your choices: \n*A. \n\"I can't believe it he said with a grin I actually saw her panties.\" \nB. \n\"I can't believe it\" he said with a grin, \"I actually saw her panties.\" \nC. \n\"I can't believe it,\" he said with a grin. \"I actually saw her panties.\" \nD. \n\"I can't believe it,\" he said with a grin. \"I actually saw her panties!\" \n\nAnswer: C and D \n\n*REVIEW: \nRule 7.* If you put the tag in the middle of a quote, you can attach it to the first quote or the second. Follow the other rules for adding punctuation. Make sure each sentence has its own ending mark. \n\n*LESSON 6 \nParagraphing Dialogue* \n\nGenerally, every time someone new speaks, you start a new paragraph. On the Web, that means a double return, not indenting. Here's an example from my story, \"Hostile Takeover\": \n\n\"Tired?\" Rockwell's deep voice startled her out of her reverie. He stood not two feet away. Her father was busy lining up his next shot. \n\n\"What?\" She sat upright on the barstool. She must have sunk down during her daydream. \n\n\"You looked like you were falling asleep. Don't stay up on my account.\" \n\nRemarkably, her father agreed. \"Absolutely. If you're tired, baby, go to bed.\" \n\n\"All right.\" She edged away from Rockwell, smiling nervously. \"Good night, Mr. Rockwell.\" \n\n\"Good night, Fiona.\" He paused and smiled at her, his hand wrapped around his pool cue. \"Sleep well.\" \n\nNow suppose one person is saying a lot. Then it gets more tricky. You have to apply a different rule for paragraphing by looking at the content of what they're saying. In general, paragraphs are made up of several sentences that talk about one idea. In stories, the sentences may revolve around an action, rather than an idea. \n\nHere's another example from my story, where a character is saying quite a lot. The first paragraph deals with her thoughts about another character. The second paragraph is a different set of ideas relating to something she did. \n\n\"My God, when we went riding that day, I was trying to figure out how to seduce you! Is that your game? Is that how you really get your kicks? I'll bet that's it. You find a virgin to be your sexual Pygmalion. Then the minute she seems to act like the sleazy slut you were training her to be, you shun her and watch her make a fool of herself. Groveling at your feet for one lousy kiss. \n\n\"Well, fuck you! I don't want to be a whore! I did those two guys because I had to! I didn't want to. I didn't like it. I hated it!\" \n\nLook at the end of the first paragraph. Notice that there are no closing quotation marks! Ooooh! \n\n\"But, Whispersecret,\" you say, \"that kind of goes against the rule stating that quotation marks hug what's being said, doesn't it?\" \n\nYep. But that's the way it is. Look, I'm not the one who made up the rules! You omit the closing quotes on the first paragraph to indicate that the same person is still speaking. \n\n*REVIEW: \nRule 8.* Each time someone new speaks you start a new paragraph (double indent). \n*Rule 9.* If one character has a long speech that stretches over more than one paragraph, you only need the closing quotation marks at the end of the last paragraph. \n\n*THE FINAL EXAM* \nThat's it. That is all I can think of to tell you about the rules of dialogue and punctuation. Now, let's see if you've really got it. Punctuate the following sentences. Then check your answers carefully at the end. Aim for one-hundred percent; all true writers do. \n\n*1. \nI always swallow she said smugly \n\n2. \nhe shouted at the top of his lungs I understand, mistress* (Be careful with this one. Notice how he's shouting.) \n\n*3. \nshe loves you so much Sara said I can't believe you're dumping her \n\n4. \nTabitha said in a sultry voice that feels so damn good. Don't stop \n\n5. \nI'll never submit to you she screamed, straining against her bonds you disgust me \n\n6. \nLifting his face from between her thighs, he asked what did you say \n\n7. \nTara chewed her gum noisily as she said the problem with guys is they always go right for the clit. I mean, don't be in such a hurry. Take it slow, tease me a little first. I want some time to enjoy it. You know what I mean? And how come so many of them like shaved pussies? I mean, why would they want to look at a mound that looks like a little girl's? I think it's sort of perverted myself.* (Add punctuation and divide this into two paragraphs.) \n\n*8. \nYou suck him, Ally, I said. No, you first, Ally replied. I frowned. How come I always have to go first? Because I'm the oldest and I said so.* (Hint: Two people are speaking. They each say two things. Don't forget to divide this into paragraphs.) \n\n*Good luck! Happy writing!* \n\n*ANSWERS* \n\n1. \n\"I always swallow,\" she said smugly. \n\n2. \nHe shouted at the top of his lungs, \"I understand, mistress!\" \n\n3. \n\"She loves you so much,\" Sara said. \"I can't believe you're dumping her.\" (You COULD have a comma after \"said\" if you choose, but I think it's better with a period.) \n\n4. \nTabitha said in a sultry voice, \"That feels so damn good. Don't stop.\" \n\n5. \n\"I'll never submit to you!\" she screamed, straining against her bonds. \"You disgust me!\" \n\n6. \nLifting his face from between her thighs, he asked, \"What did you say?\" \n\n7. \nTara chewed her gum noisily as she said, \"The problem with guys is they always go right for the clit. I mean, don't be in such a hurry. Take it slow, tease me a little first. I want some time to enjoy it. You know what I mean? \n\n\"And how come so many of them like shaved pussies? I mean, why would they want to look at a mound that looks like a little girl's? I think it's sort of perverted myself.\" \n\n8. \n\"You suck him, Ally,\" I said. \n\n\"No, you first,\" Ally replied. \n\nI frowned. \"How come I always have to go first?\" \n\n\"Because I'm the oldest and I said so.\""
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"value": "### Title: coyote's little secret by nather\n\n### Tags: Anthro, Anthropomorphic, Coyote, Cuddling, Cunt Boy, Femboy, German Shepherd, Groping, K9 Unit, RP log, Roleplaying, flexible survival, pack\n\n### Characters\n\n**Adren**: Adren is an anthro dog, specifically a German Shepherd, who serves as an Alpha Captain in the K9 Unit. He is currently in heat, which causes him discomfort and a strong desire for relief. Adren is cautious and responsible, ensuring he takes his medication to manage his heat and avoids situations where he might be taken advantage of. He is also caring and protective, especially towards Laurie.\n\n**Laurie**: Laurie is an anthro coyote, known as the Alpha Bitch in the K9 Unit. He is highly sexual and constantly seeking intimacy with Adren. Laurie is persistent and playful, often trying to initiate sexual activities despite Adren's initial reluctance. He has a mysterious past and does not remember much about his life before waking up to a traumatic event.\n\n### Plot\n\nAdren, an anthro dog, seeks a moment of respite in a well-lit, comfortable room, hoping to find some relief from his heat. He is cautious about his condition, knowing the risks it poses. Laurie, an anthro coyote, enters the room abruptly, injuring himself slightly but quickly recovering and focusing on Adren. Laurie, ever the opportunist, attempts to initiate intimacy with Adren, who is initially reluctant but eventually warms up to Laurie's advances.\n\nAdren expresses concern for Laurie's well-being and tries to understand his past, offering support and comfort. Laurie, however, is more interested in the present moment and seizes the opportunity to connect with Adren physically. Despite Adren's initial reservations, Laurie's persistence and the intimate environment lead to a deeper connection between the two, culminating in a moment of shared intimacy."
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"value": "* (K/S Complex(: K/S VIP room * *A well-lit room, fresh air with a simple patterned carpet over the floor and a decorative wallpaper adorning it the walls. Several framed pictures hang, ranging from a view of the city from stargazer peak before and after P-Day to images of the Fengrove hills. A couch lies against one of the walls, a comfortable crimson thing with polished wooden arm-rests. In front of it lies a glass table, an intricate metal filigree decorating the clear surface upon which lies an assortment of documents and novels to be read by those waiting. There is a small table off to the side with some snacks and a well-stocked mini-bar for the event a guest feels peckish, and a salvaged computer can be directed to play some old shows that some lucky scavenger managed to come across. From the roof hangs a decadently adorned chandelier, casting a warm glow about the room.*\n\n(*K9 Unit*( Alpha Captain, *Adren* says, 'Hey Laurie, wanna RP? I don't feel up for sex, but I could ...oh, you already found me.'. (*K9 Unit*( Alpha Bitch, *Laurie* says, '(:'\n\n *OOC* Adren says, \"You little stalker 3\" *OOC* Adren says, \"Might as well repost what I tried earlier.\"\n\nAdren steps into the room, looking around to see if anyone was inside. Seeing no one, the dog lets out a content sigh, dropping his bag near the couch before flopping heavily onto it. The other sheps were going around the building, taking care of a few duties, but Adren had sneaked here for some rest .. and to take care of a few things.\n\nAdren once again checks the door, before focusing his attention on his crotch. It felt like an oven and he definitely needed some relief, any kind of relief .. He opens his pants and pulls his underwear down, his nose being wafted by a strong scent of musk. He was in heat and he could feel it.\n\nIt was such a pain to deal with. Even if it was happening faily rarely but each time it did .. God, was it hard to handle. Thankfully, he had medicine that, without fully stopping the heat, was at least making it less bothersome to handle. Still, he had to be extra careful around more of the mutants or people, in case someone were to take advantage of him. That'd be a problem .. a big problem!\n\n*\n\nLaurie skids in, claws scrambling for purchase on the smooth tile. To no avail, however; the coyote slams squarely into the far wall, his side absorbing the brunt of the impact. His jaws part to admit a yelp, klaxons of pain flaring throughout his ribcage. And yet Laurie twists to his feet all the same, regardless of the injury and the consequential pain. With some surprise, his eyes lit upon his mate, lips quirking in a grin as realization dawns. \"Need some help, darlin'?\" the feral 'yote drawls, padding nearer and nearer 'til he's level with the shepherd's dick, salmon-pink tongue darting out to lick at the tip.\n\nAdren starts panicking at the sudden arrival of another person in the room, his first reaction being to close his pants again and try to cover them. But as he realizes that the newcomer was none other than Laurie--who also seemed to have issues with the poorly-chosen flooring and went straight for a wall--the dog relaxes and shakes his head softly, though not without showing a worried wincing at the smacking.\n\nAdren, however, sees the sneaky and ever-do-horny 'yote coming though and, even though he keeps his privates out to allow his burning cunt to cool down a bit, he also grabs the canine's muzzle in his large hand, keeping it away from his sheath. \"Hep! Did I say you could lick it? I'm just letting it cool down, it's a pretty hot day. How's your head, anyway? You seemed to have hit the wall pretty hard ..\"\n\nLaurie pouts prettily. \"My head,\" he huffs indignantly, \"is fine. It's yours I'm worried about. Just let me take care of it. Please?\" He did his best to appeal to the shepherd's senses, widening violet eyes and allowing a cant to fall upon his narrow cranium. \"You're such a big, strong Alpha, always taking care of everyone else. Why don't you let someone take care of you for once?\"\n\nAdren tilts his head to the side, letting out a soft sigh as the coyote once again tries to convince him to get messy. He runs one of his big paws onto the violet-eyed feral, before moving both his hands under the canine's arm, lifting and pulling him onto his lap. \"If you would have come a few hours earlier, I would have gladly accepted your offer, but right now, I'm feeling sexually fine. Well .. mostly.\" The shep sniffs a bit, before speaking up again. \"What I don't understand is how you can be so constantly horny and willing to have sex. But again .. nanites.\"\n\n*You were smelled by Adren!*\n\nThe coyote's pout quickly transmorphs into a scowl, ears flattening irritably against his skull. Nonetheless, he allows himself to be hoisted into the shepherd's lap, though not without dangling a paw down between his legs, scraping a calloused palm against the base of Adren's semi-hard cock, stroking the engorged ridges of flesh. \"I guess my capacity for sex is just larger than yours,\" he murmurs with a shrug, dropping his head to lay upon his mate's shoulder, sighing contentedly.\n\nAdren is hardly surprised when he feels Laurie's hand once again sneaking to his sheath, rubbing at the hidden flesh. If he was in the mood, he probably would have been humping against, or even into the man once again, but since he'd recently taken care of his rut in a pretty messy and carnal fashion, he was pretty spent. And so was his hand.\n\nNevertheless, he enjoys the company of the horny male. Even if the other kept on jumping and molesting him, there was something about him that resonated with Adren. He used to be like Laurie, a few months back, so he couldn't just hate or reject or blame the feral guy. At best, he wanted to help him out. \"That's a given. You're hornier than I ever were. I wonder though, were you always like this? Or are you one of the Pre P-Day people?\"\n\nLaurie shrugs, nestling deeper into his mate's embrace. \"Dunno. Can't remember.\" It was true; he couldn't remember anything regarding his past. \"All I remember is waking up to being pounded within an inch of my life by some sort of .. monster.\"\n\nAdren nods silently and squeezes the male tighter again his strong frame, giving a sensation of protection to the coyote. Once the other is done talking, he waits a few more seconds before nosing at the male's perky ear. \"Is it all you can remember? We can talk about it, if you wish. Help you remember who you used to be.\" His voice was warm and comforting, knowing exactly how to deal with these kind of issues.\n\n *Heat* *Adren daydreams of something, squirming with an unspoken lust.*\n\nLaurie frowns and shrugs, not really interested in finding out who he'd used to be. \"I dunn--*oh*!\" he squeals, startling slightly as he feels a hardness flare up beneath him. For some reason, the shepherd was squirming ..? \"Are you .. oh, I see.\" His grin returns tenfold from before, his paw returning to its place upon Adren's cock.\n\nAdren was trying really hard to hide his feminine arousal, and if it was only to his face, there was no way anyone could guess what was happening between his legs. But since Laurie was sitting straight onto his lap, with the shep's pants wide open and the scent of rutting coyote wafting to his nose, it was only a matter of time before the canine would catch up.\n\nStill, Adren blushed and looked away for a second, his member twitching a bit against the paw but stll staying mostly hiding into the fuzzy sheath. \"Y-You already knew, right? Please, I'm asking you again, keep it to yourself...\"\n\nLaurie tilts his head once more, confused. \"You mean ..?\" Oh! Realization dawns and the coyote barks a low, sultry laugh, violet eyes gleaming with humor. \"Like I'd tell anyone. I'd prefer to keep this one part of you all .. to .. myself ..\" his voice drops to a whisper, as he twists on the shepherd's lap to capture Adren's lips in a bruising, unchaste kiss, as his paw dips further south, rubbing at the dewy wetness.\n\nAdren opened his maw to say something, or maybe ask a question, but as Laurie sneaks a kiss onto his lip, his words end up lost into the coyote's muzzle. Feeling a bit embarrassed that he gave away his secret by accident, he wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. After all, the other was a follower of the Trickster and hardly trustworthy. Or so they said. His thoughts broke suddenly however, as the sneaky hand of the sneaky male decided to slip lower, catching his wet and begging lips. A yelp echoed into the kiss and the shuddering male attempts to pull the exploring hand as fast as possible from his pants.\n\nLaurie refused to be denied, however; sliding his knuckles inside of his mate and setting a steadfast, unrelenting pace, though allowing the shepherd to break the kiss as was his wont. \"Sssh, I'll take care of you,\" he whispered.\n\n"
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"value": "### Title: Modest Goddess by Exilo\n\n### Tags: Breast Sex, Husky, M/F, Macro, Master/Pet, Vaginal, Vixen\n\n### Characters\n\n**Manny**: Manny is a tiny husky, known as a \"micro,\" who lives secretly among larger anthros, referred to as \"macros.\" He is adventurous and curious, often exploring areas where macros reside. Despite his small size, Manny has strong desires and takes significant risks to satisfy them. He is also quite apologetic and fearful when caught in a compromising situation.\n\n**The Vixen**: The vixen is a red-furred fox anthro with a distinctive and attractive appearance. She is initially portrayed as aggressive and threatening when she discovers Manny spying on her. However, she later shows a more compassionate and protective side, ultimately deciding to help and shelter Manny. She is also shown to have a playful and sensual nature.\n\n### Plot\n\nManny, a tiny husky, lives secretly among larger anthros, known as macros. One day, he ventures into a washroom through a small hole, driven by his curiosity and the alluring scent of berries. Instead of finding a kitchen, he discovers a washroom where he encounters a beautiful red-furred vixen. Manny becomes infatuated with her and decides to spy on her, hiding under a towel. He watches her and other female anthros, but his main interest is the vixen. When she finally appears, Manny is overcome with desire and begins to pleasure himself while watching her. However, the vixen catches him in the act and is initially furious, threatening to crush him. To avoid being seen with Manny, the vixen hides him in her mouth while conversing with a she-wolf, and later, feeling sympathy and perhaps some attraction, she smuggles him out in her bra.\n\nBack at her apartment, the vixen engages in a sensual exploration with Manny, placing him on her breast and encouraging him to pleasure her. Manny, despite his small size, is eager and skilled, leading to a mutually pleasurable experience. The vixen, overcome with desire, eventually places Manny inside her, leading to an intense and overwhelming experience for both. Afterward, the vixen shows a more nurturing side, offering Manny a place to stay. Manny, grateful and smitten, accepts her offer, and the two form a bond.\n\nIn the end, the vixen, despite her initial aggression, shows compassion and protectiveness towards Manny. She invites him to stay with her, and Manny, enamored and grateful, accepts. Their encounter, though fraught with tension and risk, ultimately leads to a deeper connection and understanding."
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"value": "*This fic came about from a private RP i did with Merv. This wouldn't have come about without him. It is really just a rip of the RP, with a few modifications done by me. Thank you Merv, for everything.*\n\n*Modest Goddess*\n\nLiving right under the noses of macros wasn't exactly a sane thing to do, but what Manny had on his mind now was positively stupid. He lived in a small crook in the crack of a building, usually only venturing out at night to hunt for a few scraps for food. Granted, a crumb was usually enough to satisfy his meals. Still, what he was up to now wasn't a hunt for food. He had found a hole in a wall just big enough for him to squeeze through, and following his nose to a sweet scent of buries, he thought it was a kitchen. Instead, it was a wash room.\n\nAt first, he was willing to just cut his losses and go back to his home. But then he saw her. A vixen, but so much more than the usual run of the mill foxes that he saw so often. No, she was so special. Red fur, a deep gentle vivid burgundy covered most of her, with little spots of brown peppered across her body in no specific pattern. Her paws were that same shade of brown, though the very tips gave back into that red. Her underbelly and inside thighs, under the arms, over the chin, was a creamy color. Not white, white was too common a color for one such as her. It was more a vanilla. And so clean she must have spent hours and hours grooming to get it to that perfect color.\n\nIt had taken Manny so long to bring up the nerve to do this, but today was the day. He worked his way through the hole and reached the wash room, with that sweet smell of fruit shampoo. He stayed close to the wall, pressed against it and casually moved to where a towel was laying on the ground. It gave him perfect (or so he thought) cover without any problems of being spotted.\n\nHe waited a while, anticipation growing. He did enjoy the view of the other females coming and going. A she wolf, a coyote, a skunk, even another vixen. But not his vixen, his goddess. Where was she?\n\nHe peeked out of the cover of the towel and looked past the locker/changing area towards the showers. A few stalls were occupied, hot steam clouding the glass. One of the stalls opened, white steam clouding out. The vixen stretched a moment, stepping onto the tiled floor, dripping wet. She raised her arms over her head, and rose to her tippy toes, the cool air lapping at her wet fur. Stretching that much, her chest heaved a bit, her perfectly little breasts. She walked into the changing area, where Manny stayed still under the towel. Looking around to be sure no one was there, the vixen indulged a very embarrassing habit and lowered to all fours, back to the wall. A moment later, she did a full doggy stretch, lifting her tail high into the air.\n\nManny bit down a gasp. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to see...this! Slipping his pants off, he began to stroke himself furiously. The vixen's backside, it was so perfect. The red fur covered most of her flanks, the outside and curving under the cushioning. About half way over the flanks, the fur yielded to that soft cream color, with little freckles of brown sprinkled in. Her bare nether regions, the hungry pink flesh between her legs. He stared at it, stroking harder. Oh, to relieve himself into that warm embrace...\n\nAgain, the vixen looked around, tail wagging in an anxious sort of way. She scratched herself, then shivered, some water dropping away from her fur. She reached for the towel, when she suddenly stopped. After her work out, she really should do some stretching. Lifting her tail, she twisted and sat down, now facing the wall. She placed her rear paws at the wall and leaned forward to work her back. She closed her eyes, stretching far forward, nearly putting her muzzle to the ground. Manny knew how foolish it was to move forward. But now, face to face with the vixen, the sweet curve of her lip. He had to. He scurried out of the towel and moved forward, and when close enough, placed his free hand on her lower lip and gave her a little kiss.\n\nThe vixen gave a confused yap, stretching back up to see a tiny husky, stroking his malehood right in front of her. Manny froze, and sheepishly smiled and waved. What was he thinking? His mind raced as he tried to think of something, anything to do. Anything that was save him.\n\n\"You sick fuck!\" the vixen screamed, reaching forward.\n\nManny yapped and tried to scamper away, but there was no way. To stretch, the vixen had corralled him between her shapely legs. He babbled and clawed at the wall, looking for a hole or anything to escape. He felt a weighty pressure on his tail and his feet leave the ground. A moment later, he was again eye level with the vixen. \"Give me a reason not to crush you...\"\n\n\"Please! No! I'm sorry, I won't tell anyone what I saw and I'll never come here again. I won't ever. I'll stay in my hole and never come out. Never ever. I'm so sorry.\" He kept crying, but his words started to devolve into senseless babble.\n\n\"You are fucking stupid, you know that,\" the vixen said, shaking him to get him to stop babbling. \"Did you not see the big 'No Micro' sign? You are a fucking little pervert. I should just eat you right here and now.\"\n\n\"Don't hurt me, please. I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt me. I'm sorry.\"\n\nThe vixen's sensitive ears twitched as she heard one of the shower doors open and footsteps behind her. Another macro...If they saw the husky, he really would be crushed and eaten without a second though. Poor little micro. Under all the fire and wrath, she wasn't that much of a monster, though most of her friends shared fantasies about what they would do to a little one. She needed some way to hide the husky, but how? Thinking quickly, she popped him into her mouth.\n\nManny yelped, understandably. Trembling and struggling, his world became dark and wet and humid. He clawed forward over the warm surface of a tongue, but got caught behind the ivory cage of her teeth. He punched and clawed against it, and her tongue struggling to get out. The vixen stood. She rolled her eyes at the squirming and fighting. Mostly it was an annoyance, but once or twice his claws really got under her skin. Still, she tried not to show she had a little morsel in her mouth as she turned to face the newcomer. The vixen opened her mouth a moment, giving a greeting yap and wave, before grabbing the towel and wrapping it around herself. Those brief moments that the vixen opened her mouth, Manny could see who she was addressing, and his heart jumped up into his throat. He recognized the she-wolf. Of course not her name, but he had seen her from affair a few times. One of the vixen's friends, but a real monster. Not just her size. She was a head taller than the vixen, and about three times as wide. If he ever managed to get into the gym, he was sure while the vixen was on the treadmill, the shewolf was bench pressing some infinite weight. She was just huge, even for a macro. Manny struggled all the more, until the vixen pushed her tongue against the roof of her mouth to keep him pinned.\n\nThe blow was crushing. The wind was knocked out of him and he just lay there. But the pressure didn't yield. Desperate, he gently (though shakily) rubbed the tongue with his diminutive paws in a silent plea for mercy.\n\nThe vixen was drying her fur with her towel and pulling her clothes out of the locker, and nodding to the shewolf's questions, when she felt the small stimulation on her taste buds. Her tail started to wag gently, and her mouth started to fall limp at the tickle. She rubbed her tongue against the warm, furry mass on her palette, enjoying the husky's taste. It was kinda cool actually, a tiny little man in her mouth. If she tilted her head back she could just swallow him. And he would disappear. She started to salivate at the \"food\".\n\nManny whined pitifully, but stopped struggling out of fear of being 'pancacked' against the roof of her mouth again. The rising pool of drool did make him worry a bit, but he just tried to be completely still under the tongue's exploration. \"Please, let me out. I'll be good. Don't eat me.\"\n\nThe vixen pulled her shirt over he head and her panties on. She pushed Manny into the roof of her mouth again, winding him badly, as she cocked her head back and swallowed the drool. That sight was horrifying for Manny, who looked over his shoulder at the black abyss the water washed down.\n\n\"You hungry?\" the shewolf asked.\n\nThe vixen clenched her jaw tight and shrugged.\n\n\"You want to get something later?\"\n\nAnother shrug.\n\n\"You alright?\"\n\nBy grace of some higher power, a tigress stepped out of the shower, and slipped on the wet floor, falling back with a loud shout. The shewolf turned, giving the vixen the moment to spit the little micro into her hand and clench her fist.\n\nThe shewolf shook her head at the stupid tigress. \"So dinner?\"\n\n\"No, I'll be busy,\" the vixen said. She stifled a chuckle at the husky started tickling her inside pad. She took her pants out of the locker and walked into one of the bathroom stalls. She closed the door and opened her hand, looking down at the tiny little micro. Lowering her muzzle, she gave him a nuzzle. \"You dead?\" she whispered.\n\nManny gasped, grateful for the breath of fresh air. She shied away from the muzzle, still terrified of her plans. \"I-I'm alive. Please...I don't want to die.\"\n\n\"What were you doing here? You could have been killed. Are all micros as stupid as you?\"\n\n\"N-No...I was exploring a few days ago, and I found this hole, see, and it led right to the washrooms--your washrooms, and I... I thought I wouldn't be noticed while I was, well... you know...\" His ears drooped shamefully. The vixen growled, and nearly threw the micro into the toilet, but managed to calm herself down. She stood and placed him on the rim of the toilet, then silently pulled her pants back on, showing her back to him. Manny whimpered softly, staying where he was set down, looking away as the vixen dressed herself. He didn't want to get himself in any more trouble than he was already in.\n\nThe vixen paused a moment, looking down at her sweatpants and letting the elastic waistband snap. She turned to him, picking Manny up and bringing him to her face. \"I have to get you out of here,\" she said. \"I have to smuggle you out. But I might need my hands. So...I have to put you someplace where you'll be safe.\n\nManny gulped nervously. \"Ah, well, er... maybe you could keep me in your pocket,\" he suggested hopefully, too embarrassed to try any other place...\n\nThe vixen cocked her head back, sighing and nearly moaning in anger. \"These pants...don't have pockets. They're sweatpants. Just make a choice,\" she hissed, blowing hot breath over his whole, nude body. \"Pick one of the two or you'll travel in my belly.\"\n\nManny waved his paws frantically. \"No, no, you don't have to do that. I can...uh...can I ride in your bra?\" That seemed like the safest place, but not to mention the thought of being buried in the warm fur, surrounding, pushing against the soft flesh, smelling it. That would be so amazing.\n\n\"You fucking owe me,\" the vixen growled, opening the collar of her tank top. Manny avoided meeting her gaze, merely nodding in agreement, before being deposited in perhaps the best place he would ever live to experience. The two large, warm flesh mounds of her chest. She wasn't huge, as vixens usually weren't, but quite nice if she did say so herself. Nice shape, nice size. Nice and warm, and clean and sweet smelling after the shower. He sighed happily, though quietly, feeling so warm and cozy.\n\nThe vixen stepped out of the stall, earning a few odd looks from people who must have assumed she was talking to herself. She blushed under her fur and walked to the sink, fixing her chest. Manny felt his furry 'prison' squeeze around him. He moaned softly and blushed, his erection quickly returning. The vixens red finger touched the top of his head, and pushed him down farther and deeper, until his rear paws touched a firm, warm, soft surface. He spread his arms and hugged her chest. He was so hard, but pleasuring himself at this moment just couldn't end well. The vixen must have her limits.\n\n\"That's as good as I'll get it,\" she said. Only upon careful inspection would the micro be noticed, and hopefully no one would be that close to her chest any time soon. She quickly left the gym and headed back to her apartment, every few steps adjusting her bra. The hard lump between her chest felt rather good actually. She pushed her breast together, feeling the resistance of the micro's body. It was pleasant, and made her tail wag.\n\nManny began to wonder if she was teasing him. Was she trying to help him along, because even after clenching his teeth and closing his eyes, he felt himself leaking into her plush fur. He focused and struggled not to spill himself all over her.\n\n\"Oh thank god,\" she said, reaching her house. She rushed inside and pulled her shirt off, then sat down on the couch and removed her bra. \"Little guy, you alright?\"\n\n\"Y-yeah. I'm okay...Thank you.\" His hands moved to his nether, trying to shield his excitement from her eyes. It would have been better if he did nothing, but he was just calling attention to himself. She swallowed and chewed her lip, realizing how excited she had gotten from the stimulation on her breasts. She just stared.\n\nThe silence was choking. Manny debated if he should look. Look, and she might call him a pervert. Don't look, and she might take it as insolence. Finally, he lifted his chin, and saw a certain glint in her eyes. \"Uh...miss, what are you doing?\"\n\nThe vixen continued chewing on her lip as she plucked him up and gently lay back, then placed the little creature on the nipple of her right breast. \"You like that?\" Manny only nodded enthusiastically. \"You like this or no?\" the vixen asked, scooting back and placing her head on the couch's arm rest.\n\n\"Yes!\" No longer afraid but excited by what could only be described as a dream come true, he stroked the nipple with his tiny paws. Nervous, he looked up to the vixen, seeking approval. The vixen tried to smile, but she felt like jelly. At any moment, she expected someone to come walking in, but she did live alone. Her hands slid over her stomach and moved to her sweat pants, slipping inside.\n\nManny bent down and started to lap at the vixen's nipple. Sprawling against the breast, letting his small shaft rub against it as he worked to please his 'captor'. The vixen was enjoying herself too. A tiny little creature. Something about that thought stimulated her even more than the sensations running through her tit. Her left hand worked between her legs, the finger tip of her index finger gently tracing the hungry flesh lips. Her right hand pressed her breast, stuffing the husky heavier into the warm fluff.\n\nManny let out a startled yip. It was by instinct of the weigh on his back. Truth was he loved the feeling of her warm paw pressing down on him. Hell, he loved every part of the vixen. He continued to lap at the nipple and beginning to hump into the toned firmness.\n\nIt should have been comical, it was illegal, but a tongue was a tongue, and the husky knew exactly what to do. It wasn't just a tickle like she would have thought. Ever lap, every twitch, every hump sent a vibration through her whole body. She started rubbing herself more tenderly. The tip of her nail disappeared inside, stroking and tickling. Her outward moan slowly choked into a breathless whine.\n\n\"I-is something wrong?\" Manny asked, keeping his paws gripping the nipple and his erection pressed to the fluff, but terrified he had hurt her somehow.\n\nShe realized what a pleasured whine could sound like at his size. Everything must have been booming to his small ears. She let up her hand, giving him some room to breathe. Sitting up, she smiled. \"No. God no. Just...don't stop. Please.\" The vixen replaced her hand, smothering his whole body and pressing him to the mass of warm fur. Through a crack in her fingers, his wagging tail crept out and tickled her, making her chuckle. He licked and humped. He wasn't concerned with the shows of his pleasure. What could she possibly expect him to do? White muck oozed out of his erection, smearing in that perfect red fur.\n\nThe vixen let out another whine, rubbing herself harder, but...but it wasn't enough. She needed more, and looked down at her breast, the bushy tail wagging between an open pair of fingers. What if...? She closed her hand around the micro completely, blocking out all light, as she went about pulling her waist band wide. Manny could feel the slow movement, but his main focus was the warm, leathery pad against his penis. He really didn't care what came next. He just licked and licked the hand that pleasured him so well.\n\nThere was a moment of pause on the vixen's behalf, where she really thought about what she was doing. But soon enough her hand was stuffed into her pants, and she opened her palm. Manny was given the briefest of moments before her palm pressed him into the warmth of her nether regions. The fleshy lips grabbed and gnawed at him. He riggled, at first completely baffled as to where he was. Instinctively he took a sharp inhale, filling his nose with the scent of her arousal. He had spent himself embracing her breast, but the smell brought him back to his excited state almost instantly. Her hand was still inside her pants, and through the crack between her waist band and belly, he was given enough light to see the hungry opening in front of him. He nosed forward, smelling the slit's tenderness, and pressed his whole body against it. It opened, granting him passage inside, and he wriggled his furry body against the hungry gripping walls. Lifting his head out of her, he found her clitoris, and gave it a little kiss. Then a lick. Then a nibble.\n\nThe vixen moaned, eyes tight and tears dripping out and wetting her facial fur. She felt like she was on fire. She couldn't bare this teasing and tickles. The tenderness on her womanhood, but the tickling of his fur inside. She wanted more. She pulled her hand out and placed it on the crotch of her pants, and used the weight to drive her partner deeper. Manny head pressed between her folds. The rest of his torso followed suit and only his legs and wagging tail manage to stay out. He licked and lapped the hot, wet walls closing in around him. He pressed his arms out, holding them at bay. But her muscles were too strong, and suddenly slammed his tiny body.\n\nHe yapped suddenly. There was a bit of pain, but she released him. He scooted his legs inside, and started rubbing against her with all he could, up and down, side to side, pressing into the warm fold and nuzzling it. It was difficult to breathe. He didn't mind as he kicked his legs and twisted as though he were swimming. He licked and twisted rubbing himself against her. The soft flesh. The warmth. The smell. How could he have been so lucky? He lost himself in that pleasure. He cam once or a thousand times, he didn't know, but it never stopped.\n\nSome rational part of the vixen feared she may smother her partner, but his struggles seemed lively enough, and he felt so damn good. She pressed her fingers through the fabric of her pants. A moment later, she felt the heat inside her rise and spread, and hot fluids gushed out of her, saturating the poor micro stuffed inside. Manny went limp between the sudden flood, the lack of air, the overpowering aroma, and her squeezes. She didn't notice, and instead humped into the air. Then she fell back down to the couch, and lay there, a hand at her groin.\n\nManny gagged a moment, suddenly returning to life. He was weightless, like he was underwater, though if that was from the juice of his asphyxiation he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure which direction was 'out' and which was 'in'. He simply thrashed in one way, gagging when he finally escaped her depth. He barked as loudly as he could, trying to get her attention and hoping she would let him out. Though while she did feel him squirming and hear a pitiful bark, she kept her hand at her groin to keep him where he was. Manny pushed harder, but found himself blocked by a soggy wall. \"No, please...let me out,\" he whined. \"Please.\"\n\nShe snapped back to attention, and slipped her hand into her pants. Fingers groped for him. He stretched a hand and touched her nail, hugging and kissing her rough pad, thanking her endlessly. He was pulled out, and breathed the cool, fresh air. \"Thank you so much. You're so wonderful, like a goddess...\" he said. \"Thank you, thank you. Thank you my goddess. Thank you so much. I love you!\"\n\nThe vixen sighed and placed him down on her navel. A finger traced his back, stroking him. \"A goddess? No. That's far to kind.\" She smiled an angel's smile. \"I don't even know your name.\"\n\n\"Manny,\" he said.\n\n\"Well, Manny, you got any place to go?\"\n\n\"I do...but I would much rather stay with you.\"\n\nThe vixen smiled and nodded, and brought him up to her head. She rolled over and cupped him in her hands, before placing him at her snout and blinking. \"Of course. I certainly have the room. I'm a bit tired after all that though.\"\n\nHe scratched softly at the gentle giantess' whiskers. \"Anything I can do for you, ma'am?\"\n\nThe vixen blinked tiredly. She plucked him up by the nape and set him down at her neck, covered by her chin, safe and protected and cozy and warm. \"Get comfy.\"\n\nManny smiled and nodded. He stroked the underside of her jaw. \"Your wish is my command...\""
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"value": "On a distant planet, there is a source called magic. Every few years, a meteor hit's the planet and takes off a chunk filled with magical energies. This planet is so massive that earth itself was actually one of these chunks. The magic in earth formed the planet of earth but now it's magic has been wasted up. The animals on the planet are very much like the ones on earth due to it being the planet's origin. Except the magical energies have transformed the animals into Anthromorphic beings. Due to the planet existing longer than earth, the species technology along with it's magic is so far advanced in history, that earth has no hope of competing.\n\nNow the planet's story unfolds...\n\nDak was sitting on a hover bench in his workshop, working out the details in his new space ship he was building. Dak is only 18 years old and has a college scholarship in designing weapons for the military.\n\nOne such weapon is of his own design he has taken precautions in mastering it incase they need a teacher. This weapon is known as the Blaster Blade and is a combination of pistol and long sword. The handle is actually a pistol with a longer handle to act as a sword handle as well. It has a trigger and a muzzle with a sword blade at the tip of the muzzle. The blade is hallowed out in a narrow passageway to allow bullets to be shot through the tip of the gun yet despite this hallow chamber, the blade is extremely durable. And the muzzle is strong enough to support heavy melee attacks and blocks without the blade breaking off or the muzzle snapping. The handle is slanted so it can act as a gun handle or sword handle and the blade is about 3 feet long.\n\nHe was currently wearing his blaster blade on his back with a strap on holster to hold it. As he sat at his bench working on the ship's blueprints, his sister came into the room. The workshop was so cluttered with weapons he had designed, that his sister had to go around the back entrance. Stepping over pistols, riffles, and swords, she managed to make it to him. \"Brother, supper is ready\" she said bowing to him. It was common courtesy for females to bow in the presence of males and for everyone to bow to their elders. Dak was both of these to her. Standing up from his workshop, he smiled and turned around. Dak and his sister are both Hyena. Dak was wearing a yellow vest with green cargo pants and his sister wore a pink dress with a blue hair bow. \"come, let us eat\" he said as they left the workshop. The blue prints were finished anyways...\n\n\"brother...\" said his sister as they were walking home which was 100 feet away. \"Yes Anya?\" asked Dak. \"Will you teach me to use a blaster blade like you?\" she stopped, and turned to face him. Dak stopped and looked into her eyes. \"I can't give you a gun blade, I have a military contract. But I can design a non contract weapon for you...\" he said smiling. \"Okay, I'll go with that\" she said as they walked the rest of the way without talking.\n\nAs they walked into the house, a crowd of hyena burst into the entrance room and shouted \"Surprise!\" it was a surprise party for Dak to celebrate his birthday. He had forgotten all about it. \"Guys\" said Dak as his friends hugged him. He smiled and set his blaster blade on the coat wrack and joined the party.\n\n\"hey mom\" said Dak to his mother who was watching his presents for him. \"yes dear?\" asked his mother. \"What do you think will happen to me in my new job?\" he asked. She smiled. \"You design weapons for our military to protect our people. That is a noble cause even if it does harm others. I think you will soar in the ranks.\" she said nodding in the direction of his blaster blade.\n\nHe smiled and went to the buffet which was serving his favorite food.\n\nAfter an hour of partying, it was time for his presents. All of them were good and what he wanted, a new set of tools for his weapons which his old ones were long since worn out, a new dagger which he could use to train with. And even a book on fencing. He did love to sword fight as a hobby.\n\nBut his father gave him an extra present. \"Open it son... see what it is.\" he said quietly. A little surprised by his father's quiet stature, Dak slowly opened his gift. When he saw what was inside, his jaw dropped. \"DAD!\" he shouted. \"This is... How much did you spend... I can't believe it\" he said hugging his father tightly. \"it's a magical orb. There are billions scattered around the planet. They can be merged with a person to use magic. Each of the billion orbs has billions of copies and each orb and it's copies contain one specific spell. This orb contains Fire Ball\" said his father. \"how do I merge with it?\" asked Dak. \"all you do is simply crush it with both hands, it will turn into light and absorb into your body. You can then use the magic possessed within it. Dak held the orb in his cupped hands. It was about the size of a baseball and was red in color with fire swimming around inside it. Dak began to crush the orb with both hands and it turned into light and was absorbed into his body. He felt warm but the extra warmth soon vanished.\n\n\"Can I test it dad?\" he asked. \"Sure son\" said his father as everyone walked outside to see the new gift. As Dak was outside with his father, he saw a target set up. Holding out his right hand and smiling he thought of the magic. \"Fire Ball\" he said as his arm began to glow red. A ball of flame appeared several inches in front of his palm yet it did not seem to burn him nor even effect him with its heat. Dak pushed the ball hard and it was sent flying towards the target. When it hit, the ball exploded the target in a blast of flames. The blast was the size of a beach ball yet the target was completely obliterated. \"Awesome!\" shouted Anya as she saw her brother's present in action. Everyone clapped and cheered as Dak smiled.\n\nAfter the party, Dak went back to his work shop with his buster blade and his new tools to construct his space ship. It was supposed to be the size of a car and seat two people. It would have two laser guns on it, one mounted on the top, the other on the bottom so nobody could sneak attack from above or below. It also looked similar to a motorcycle without wheels except it covered the entire driver from the vacuum of space.\n\nIt took him three weeks to build but eventually he was ready to drive it. \"hey Anya, want to take a ride with me?\" he asked. \"Sure!\" she said excited. \"Where are we going?\" she asked. \"To the market. I want to see what other orbs they have there. I was finally paid by the military, currently. I'm filthy rich!\" said Dak as they hopped into the ship and took off for the town market."
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"value": "### Title: Dots and Dashes of Color Ch. 02\n\n### Tags: art supplies, bourgeois, pulled patrice, clean paint, voice drifted, patrice, annie head, room finally, small space, metal door\n\n### Characters\n\n**Harvey Marcus**: The protagonist and narrator, a man with a peculiar problem of a persistent erection. He is Annie's father and Harriett's husband.\n\n**Annie Marcus**: Harvey's daughter, a budding artist with a keen interest in erotic drawings. She is close to her father and has a nonchalant attitude towards nudity and sexuality.\n\n**Harriett Marcus**: Harvey's wife and Annie's mother. She is portrayed as a somewhat oblivious and impatient character, often nagging Harvey.\n\n**Patrice Lipski**: An anthro character, a Catholic schoolgirl, and fellow art student of Annie's. She is depicted as sexually adventurous and opportunistic.\n\n**Ms. Bourgeois**: Annie's art teacher, who has a history of sexual encounters with Harvey. She is portrayed as promiscuous and encouraging of her students' erotic art.\n\n**The Thief**: An unnamed character who impersonates a maintenance worker to steal a painting. He is the catalyst for the main events of the plot.\n\n### Plot\n\nHarvey Marcus finds himself in a predicament with a persistent and painful erection after an encounter with twins Randi and Brandi. He returns home to find his daughter Annie sketching Patrice Lipski, a Catholic schoolgirl and fellow art student. Annie is drawing Patrice in various states of undress, presumably for an erotic art piece. Harvey, in pain and discomfort, retires to his bedroom where Annie and Patrice find him. Patrice, fascinated by Harvey's condition, offers to apply anesthetic gel to relieve his discomfort, leading to a intimate encounter between them.\n\nTheir moment is interrupted by the arrival of Harriett, Harvey's wife, who is unaware of the situation. They all prepare to leave for an art exhibit, where Annie is set to meet a famous artist. Upon arriving at the art center, they are greeted by Ms. Bourgeois, Annie's art teacher. However, their plans are disrupted by a thief posing as a maintenance worker. The thief locks Annie, Ms. Bourgeois, Harvey, and Patrice in separate metal storage cabinets.\n\nHarriett arrives later and is also locked in a cabinet. Inside the confined space, Patrice takes advantage of the situation and initiates sex with Harvey, despite the close proximity of his wife and daughter. Meanwhile, Annie and Ms. Bourgeois seem to have their own intimate encounter in their cabinet. The police eventually arrive and free them, but not before Patrice and Harvey's activities are hinted at by the mess of paint left behind.\n\nIn the aftermath, Harvey and Patrice are left to clean up, and they end up in the showers together, where they finish what they started in the cabinet. Ms. Bourgeois catches them but agrees to keep it a secret, hinting at her own promiscuous nature."
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"value": "*WARNING: \n\nThe following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! \n\nThis story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen. \n\nThis story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. \n\n \n\nThis is the second chapter of a story that follows \"Pretty As A Picture.\" \n\nFor those of you anxious to experience my further adventures with the Cocksworth twins, I ask you to be patient while my story takes a slight detour. There's the pending matter of my daughter's art contest prize, which needs to be resolved before I revisit the twins. So, hang (well) in there. \n\nIn this tale of forced intimacy, I find relief with another admirer in my growing fan club.* \n\n \n\nStuck In The Metal With You \n\nI staggered up the walk and reached into my pocket for the key. Just the slight pressure of my hand in my pocket made me wince. God, was my dick ever sore! And it was still erect! What had those devils done to me? I aimed my key at the lock, and the door swung open. Damn! Annie didn't shut it again. One of these days, we'd get robbed, and she'd cry, \"I'm so sorry\" while we sat on bare rugs with all of our possessions stolen. \n\nI crept up the stairs, and heard giggling coming from Annie's room. The door was open a crack. I peeked in. Annie had her back to me, standing at a sketchpad on an easel. Sitting on the edge of her bed was some young lady. Oh yeah. Randi, or was it Brandi, told me Annie was meeting another art student. \n\nAnnie had rough sketched the young girl's face - hair pulled back into a ponytail, wide-set eyes, a pert nose, thick lips, and a chin that pointed slightly. She wore a white blouse and a plaid skirt. Given the outfit, she was probably a Catholic schoolgirl, not one of Annie's classmates. \n\nI wasn't close enough, and Annie wasn't talking loud enough for me to hear. All I saw was the girl's reaction, getting red in the face. Annie moved from behind the easel to in front of the girl, blocking my view. When Annie returned to the easel, I slipped away from the door to avoid being detected. I counted to ten, then returned to my voyeur position. My reward was witnessing the young girl unbuttoning the fourth button of her blouse. Soon, her task was complete, and she shyly slipped the garment from her shoulders. Annie's hand waved. The girl reached around behind, straining her breasts forward. The white bra slid down as she returned her hands to her lap. Her tits were round like half grapefruits, with small nubs in the precise middle. If my erection had subsided, and I wasn't sure it had, this view prevented any further retreat. I guessed that Annie was doing another erotic drawing for Ms. Bourgeois, her horny art teacher. Annie said something else, and the girl bunched her shirt into her lap. Her legs were nice, her thighs a bit thick, but muscular. The girl was some kind of athlete. She stood briefly, to slide white panties down to her ankles, then stepped through them and sat down. The skirt hid the treasure at the junction of the girl's thighs. \n\nI couldn't stand the pain any more. I crept down the hall into my bedroom, pushed the door almost shut and laid on the bed. I unzipped and scooted my pants and underwear down, letting my engorged penis wave like a palm tree in a stiff wind. I tried to grasp it, thinking that perhaps if I came, it would shrink to normal size. I inhaled sharply. It hurt just to touch it. What was I going to do? \n\nAnnie's voice came from the doorway. \"Daddy?\" She walked in grinning, staring at my prick at attention. \n\nShe must have seen the look on my face. \"What's the matter, daddy?\" Her expression turned to one of concern. \n\n\"I'm hurting, sweetheart.\" \n\n\"What happened?\" \n\n\"Randi needed to be persuaded to take her medicine.\" \n\nAnnie sat on the bed next to me. \"You didn't?\" \"And, it was her birthday. Actually, both of their birthdays, since they're twins.\" \n\n\"Did you give them both a birthday present? She touched my groin. \n\n\"Ooh, don't. My penis is raw. It really hurts.\" \n\n\"Anna? Where did you go?\" An unfamiliar voice came into the room. \"Holy shit! Your cock is a monster! Is it always that red?\" The topless Catholic approached my prone position. \n\n\"Dad, this is Patrice. She won second place in the art contest.\" \n\nI didn't stand up. My prick was standing up enough for the rest of me. \"Nice to meet you.\" \n\n\"Can I kiss it and make it better?\" Annie leaned forward, bracing herself on my chest and thigh. \n\n\"Don't! Even I couldn't touch it.\" I knew Annie. She's start out kissing it, then take the head in her mouth and suck. Pretty soon, I'd be fucking her throat like a maniac. No, I was way too raw for anything like that. \n\nPatrice stood, jaw open, eyes wide. She was in a trance, twitching her head with every jerk of my erection. \n\nMy voice was a whine. \"It won't go down. This has never happened to me before.\" \n\nAnnie straightened up and pulled her hands back. My dick twitched as her hand slid from my thigh. \"You weren't this big the last time I saw it.\" \n\nPatrice broke from her reverie. \"Last time? You've seen this before?\" \n\nI answered for Annie. \"Once.\" I lied. \"Didn't you see Annie's picture, the one that won the contest?\" \n\n\"No,\" said Patrice. \"She never showed it to anyone but the Black Bitch.\" \n\nMs. Bourgeois? She wasn't African-American. \n\ndidn't believe Annie's drawing. \n\n\"Hey, wait. Ms. Bourgeois verified every entry. She came to my house to see my little brother.\" Evidently, he was the subject of Patrice's entry. \"Bourgeois saw this?\" \n\nI nodded. \n\nPatrice sat on the bed next to Annie. She fell silent again, utterly consumed by my engorged organ. \n\n\"How about Vaseline?\" asked Annie. \n\n\"That will just make it slick.\" Patrice licked her lips. Being so close to her exposed breasts was doing nothing to help. \"I need something for the pain.\" \n\nAnnie jumped off the bed. \"I've got it!\" She ran from the room, ass wiggling. My dick jerked. Patrice's eyes never wandered as she slid closer, taking Annie's place. \n\nOn Annie's return, it was her breasts that bounced. Was she getting even bigger on top? I hadn't had the pleasure of seeing my daughter naked in a while. Annie was holding a small silver tube with a white label. \n\n\"What's that?\" I asked. \n\n\"Anesthetic gel, from when I had braces. Remember, you used to rub it on my gums after my orthodontist appointments?\" \n\nI remembered Annie's orthodontist as a sadist and a shylock. Everything was a hidden charge. \n\nAnnie opened the tube. \"Move over.\" Patrice glanced up. \"Let me do it.\" She jerked her head back to my pulsing prick. \"Please. I'll never get the chance to touch a huge dick like this one.\" \n\nAfter having the twins describe my penis as dinky, Patrice's words stroked my ego. I was looking forward to strokes of the physical kind. \n\nAnnie looked at me, and I nodded. She handed Patrice the tube and stood with her hands on her hips. Patrice squeezed a thin line of translucent gel from the tube onto two fingers. \n\n\"Gently,\" I said. \n\nPatrice touched the head of my penis with her fingers. The gel melted with the heat of my skin. Dollops slid down my erection. Patrice lifted the errant medicine with the tip of her finger and applied it to all sides. I barely felt her touch. \n\nI sighed as most of the pain subsided. \"It feels better.\" \n\n\"It sure does.\" Patrice's hand now caressed my erection, running up and down the full length. At the head, she tightened her fingers, then relaxed them as she stroked down. \n\nWith the loss of sensitivity, Patrice's hand job was feeling really good. Too good. But, maybe that's precisely what I needed. After all, I hadn't cum with Randi or Brandi. That's it! After cumming, my erection would dissipate. \n\n\"Daddy, are you all right?\" \n\nMy hips cooperated with Patrice's massage. \"Oh, yes. Never felt better. That's it. Oh, keep it up.\" \n\nPatrice needed no cheerleading from me. She was pumping me now, a bit harder than I would have liked. But, the mild sensitivity was bringing me closer to a long awaited ejaculation. \n\nMy hips bounced on the bed. \"That's it. Good girl. Don't stop.\" I was close to blasting all over Patrice's hand, her round tits, her small pert nipples - \n\nA door slammed downstairs. Harriett's voice echoed in the hall. \"Hello?\" \n\n\"Damn it!\" Annie pulled Patrice up from the bed. Patrice tried to maintain her grip of my dick but the lubricant was too slippery. Her hand slid up my dick one last time. \"Button up. Mom can't see you like this. And go wash your hands.\" \n\nThe two young ladies jogged out, leaving me with a full-lubricated erection and no release. I sat up, pulled my dick to my belly, and sealed up my pants. If Harriett didn't look too close, she wouldn't see that my fly wasn't laying flat. \n\n\"We're up here,\" I shouted back. \n\n\"Are you and Anna ready? We shouldn't be late.\" \n\n\"For what?\" I asked. \n\nAnnie's head popped out of her room as Patrice exited the bathroom. \"We've got the exhibit tonight.\" \n\nI don't know what we'd do without Harriett's perfect memory. Part of Annie's prize for winning the drawing contest was to meet a famous artist whose work was on tour. Ms. Bourgeois had arranged a private showing. I looked down, hoping my privates weren't showing. \n\nWe all convened at the bottom of the stairs. \n\n\"Mommy, this is Patrice. She's in my art class, and got second place. I invited her to come with.\" \n\nI'd almost cum with Patrice. \n\nHarriett nodded, an envelope in her hand. \"We'll have to take two cars. I have to drop off these documents on the way to the center. The same place Anna took her classes, remember?\" \n\nWho could forget Ms. Bourgeois, painting a canvas using my prick as her brush, and then pretending to get stuck, as an excuse to get me to fuck her? \"Where is it?\" I smiled. \n\n\"You take the girls. I'll be there as soon as I can. Maybe this time Madeline won't talk a blue streak.\" She departed through the front door. \n\nI led Annie and Patrice out through the garage. Harriett had taken my coupe, so I was stuck with the family sedan. We all piled in the front bench seat. Patrice pushed past Annie to get the middle position. Throughout the short drive, Patrice's hand lingered on my thigh. This girl was determined to resume where we left off. \n\nA familiar Chrysler convertible was already in the lot when we pulled in. Annie led us from the car into the building. \n\nMs. Bourgeois was waiting in the foyer. \"Mr. Marcus. So nice of you to join us this evening. And your lovely wife? Will she be with us as well?\" \n\n\"She'll be here soon.\" \n\nAnnie was practically jumping for joy. \"Is he here? Can I meet him?\" \n\nWas Annie wearing a bra? Her breasts were bobbling much too freely under her blouse. \n\n\"I'm so sorry my dear,\" said her teacher. \"There were circumstances -\" \n\nAnnie's chin dropped, her shoulders slumped. \n\nMs. Bourgeois put her arm around Annie. \"In his place, he sent something special. A painting that will be shown for the first time this weekend. But, you will have the chance to view it before anyone else, even the professional critics.\" \n\nMs. Bourgeois and Annie walked down the hall, arms around each other's waists. Patrice pulled my arm around her, and we mimicked them. Twice, Patrice's hand slipped down and squeezed my buttock. The head of my penis throbbed behind my belt buckle. \n\nMs. Bourgeois led us into the classroom, on the way to Annie's surprise. \"That's odd. I don't remember leaving the light on in the studio.\" A man in overalls with his back to us stood in the well-lit room. \"Oh, it is Charles, from Maintenance. Good evening, Charles.\" \n\nThe man turned. He was holding a medium painting in a fine mahogany frame in one hand, an open knife in the other. \n\n\"You're not Charles!\" screamed Ms. Bourgeois. \n\n\"Damn right I'm not. I'm taking this.\" \n\n\"No, not that one. Take any other one. We won't call the authorities.\" Ms. Bourgeois crossed herself. Was she particularly religious? She shouted \"oh God\" when I was fucking her. \n\n\"I can't have you ratting me out after I split.\" He eyed the room, finally focusing on a series of tall metal storage closets along one wall.\" \n\n\"You,\" he motioned to Ms. Bourgeois, \"Open up them first two.\" \n\nPatrice clung to me like a wet shirt. I held her close, to allay her fear. \n\nMs. Bourgeois opened the two cabinets. The bottom were cluttered with folded easel stands, stretched canvasses, and other assorted art supplies. Each had a top shelf with tubes and bottles of paint.\" \n\n\"Clear 'em out,\" the thief shouted. \"Help her.\" He waved his knife at Annie. Her first step was towards him. \"Don't be stupid. I'll slash this, and then you, if you don't behave.\" \n\nAnnie and Ms. Bourgeois grabbed the contents of the cabinets and threw them on the floor. \n\n\"Good girls. Now, you two get inside.\" He motioned for Annie and her teacher to occupy the first cabinet. They stood inside, holding onto each other. Ms. Bourgeois stroked Annie's head. He flicked a padlock off the door handle, shut the door, then locked it tight. \"You two lovebirds are next.\" He meant us. Patrice and I slinked towards the storage cabinet. My head grazed the top shelf as I stepped in. Patrice faced me as the thief slammed the door. The click of another padlock verified our fate. The quarters were tight, our bodies jammed against each other. \n\n\"I'm scared, Mr. Marcus,\" whimpered Patrice. She plastered herself against me, which wasn't difficult given the available space. \n\n\"Wait a second. Harriett is on her way here,\" I whispered. \n\nAs if on cue, I heard her voice. \"Hello? Anybody here?\" \n\nThere was a scream, the sound of art supplies being thrown, and the slam of a metal door. \n\n\"Harriett?\" I asked. \n\n\"Harvey? Where's Anna? Is she all right?\" \n\n\"I'm fine, Mommy. Ms. Bourgeois and I are locked in together.\" \n\n\"Is someone in there with you, Harvey?\" \n\n\"yes, Patrice, Annie's friend.\" \n\n\"Are you all right, Anna?\" shouted Harriett. \n\n\"A little cramped, but okay.\" \n\nMs. Bourgeois spoke up, \"We will all be fine. There is a security check later this evening. They will find us and let us out. The best thing now is for all of us to relax and be calm.\" \n\n\"How about you, Patrice? Are you okay?\" \n\nPatrice was shaking, rubbing against my body. If the threat had shrunk my penis back to normal, the young lady pressed against me had me on the rise again. She repositioned herself, so I was between her legs. \n\nPatrice's hand snaked across my thigh and took my dick in hand. We couldn't be doing this, not here, not locked in a storage cabinet with my wife in the next one. \"Stop it!\" \n\n\"What's the matter?\" asked Harriett. \n\nPatrice began to moan. Her other hand was moving under her skirt. Shit, she was fingering herself while she played with my dick. I said the first plausible lie that came to mind. \"She's, uh, claustrophobic.\" \n\n\"Don't holler at her, for Christ's sake. Comfort the girl,\" Harriett ordered. \n\n\"Comfort me,\" whispered Patrice. \n\n\"Put your arms around her, Harvey.\" \n\nWe were already physically adjacent, so I raised my arms around her back. The squeezed was merely for show. \n\n\"Isn't that better, honey?\" asked Harriett. \n\n\"A little,\" Patrice whimpered. \n\n\"Your job, Harvey, is to make the girl feel safe. Comfort her.\" \n\n\"Comfort my ass,\" purred Patrice. I ran my hands down and cupped her ass. It was bare! She'd never put her panties back on! \"Comfort my tits.\" I brought my hands up to her blouse and cupped her breasts. No bra either. \n\n\"Do you know what they call me at school?\" Patrice whispered. I shook my head. \"Pussy Lipski.\" Patrice \"Pussy\" Lipski, as I live and breath. \n\nHer hands went to my belt and zipper. \"Get it out,\" said Patrice. \n\n\"What was that?\" asked Harriett. \n\n\"She said 'Get me out.'\" I replied. My erection wormed its way into the open, dancing across the plaid skirt of my partner. \n\nPatrice grasped my prick and tugged gently. \"It's so hard!\" \n\n\"Is she finding it hard to breathe? The ventilation in these closets is abysmal. Why, I feel short of breath.\" Harriett made sucking sounds. \"Give her mouth to mouth. Don't let the poor girl suffer.\" \n\nI brought my face down. She sucked at my lips, and flitted her tongue against mine. I savored the attention. In this proximity, with my hardn sticking out against the belly of a nubile young woman wearing no panties, I knew where this was headed. How could I do this, with my wife just inches away, listening to every sound? \n\nPatrice grabbed the shelf above us, to move higher against my body. She was attempting to position herself for penetration. Art supplies struck me in the head as they fell. \n\n\"Ouch!\" \n\n\"I'm cooped up in here, barely alive.\" Harriett's voice was stuttered and high pitched. \"What's wrong with you?\" Her concern had faded with the confinement. \n\n\"Something fell and hit me in the head.\" \n\n\"Well, rub it so it doesn't swell up,\" Harriett commanded. \n\n\"Hmm, rub the head.\" Patrice stroked my erection, her hand dawdling at the tip. \"Too late for the swelling.\" \n\n\"Don't be frightened,\" Harriett said. \"Maybe someone will hear if I bang on the door.\" \n\n\"Ooh, it's time to bang.\" Patrice went up on her tippy toes, hanging from the overhead shelf. \n\nPounding erupted through the wall, a series of muffled thuds. \"I'm climbing the walls in here.\" Harriett was losing her patience. \n\nPatrice spread her legs around my hips, climbed aboard and sunk down onto my hard prick. She cried out and moaned. I clamped my mouth over hers to muffle her shouts so my wife wouldn't hear. \n\nI heard Harriett's words in between the beats. \"I - can't - stand - being - crammed - into - such - a - small - space!\" \n\nPatrice put her face to my ear. \"Cram it into my small space.\" \n\nThere had been no blockage, and getting deep into Patrice had been relatively smooth. At least I wasn't taking her cherry under these awkward circumstances. \n\nHarriett's voice was getting louder, and she was vocalizing non-stop, with an occasional pound on the metal door to accentuate her frustration. \"The streets were all jammed up, or I would have been here on time.\" \n\n\"Jam it,\" Patrice whispered, raising and lowering herself. I assisted as best I could, but raising my elbows for better leverage was out of the question. I hung onto Patrice's sweet ass and prayed. \n\n\"It was hard driving. I should have called -\" \n\n\"Oh, you're so hard,\" Patrice hissed. \"Drive your prick into me, fill me up.\" \n\nI took my hands off her butt for a moment, to unbutton her blouse and get another look at her breasts. Well, not just a look. My mouth sampled one nipple, then the other. Patrice kept on humping, leveraging her legs against my hips. \n\n\"Stupid me! What was I thinking? I've got my cell phone. I'll just call the police.\" \n\nPatrice worked her pelvis back and forth, at least as well as the cramped quarters would allow. We were fucking real good, and I was looking forward to relief, after walking around most of the day with an erection. \n\n\"There, I called. I wish they'd come already.\" \n\n\"Cum, cum, cum,\" Patrice chanted. Couldn't Harriett have said 'arrive' or 'show up'? \n\n\"If I bang, do you think they'll will come quicker?\" \n\n\"Bang me. Cum in me,\" Patrice urged. \n\nI didn't need any additional encouragement. Maybe I wasn't as large as the big dick Randi and Brandi were preparing for, but I was plenty fat enough to give Patrice a ride she'd never forget. I jabbed my hips up to meet her, over and over. I was afraid our movement would topple the cabinet. Were they bolted together? Could Harriett feel us rocking back and forth? \nThree thuds on the metal door startled us. We stopped in mid fuck. \"It's the police. Are you all right in there?\" \n\n\"Oh, thank god,\" shouted Harriett. \n\nAnnie's breathless voice drifted in from the other side. \"We're fine.\" What had Annie and Ms. Bourgeois been doing all this time? \n\n\"Be patient,\" said the deep masculine voice. \"We're looking for a tool to get this lock off.\" \n\n\"Get your rocks off,\" said Patrice. \n\nShe made a series of quick bounces, but the presence of police just outside erased my enthusiasm. \"The jig is up, my dear.\" I lifted her off, my penis bouncing between her thighs. \"We can't be caught like this.\" I buttoned her blouse. \n\nThe glare of light brought my arm to my face. The warmth of Patrice's body departed. I stumbled as I stepped out of the cabinet. \n\n\"Harvey! Oh my God!\" shrieked Harriett. \"What were you two doing in there?\" \n\nHow did she know? Had I left my penis hanging out of my pants? No, I'd stuffed it back and zipped up. When my eyes acclimated, Patrice stood there with red paint stains on the back of her skirt and on her blouse. Splatters of blue decorated her face. I couldn't see my face, but I was red handed. Patrice's hands were green, as was the crotch area of my pants. If anyone in the crowd remembered the game of Twister, we were in big trouble. \n\n\"It's going to expensive, shipping your artwork to showing across the country.\" Annie giggled. Others, including Harriett, laughed out loud. \n\nOne of the policemen broke a smile. The other's eyes slid, back and forth, first to me, then to Patrice. Was he matching up the colors? This kind of thing should be circumstantial evidence. \n\nI looked back at the cabinet Patrice and I had shared. The inside was awash with waves and swirls of color that documented our vigorous coupling. Open tubes and bottles were still dripping from the bent shelf. \n\n\"See, you do have a talent,\" said Ms. Bourgeois. She winked at me. She knew. She'd been there. \n\nAnnie and Ms. Bourgeois stood near each other, their clothes in disarray. Looked like they had their own private celebration in their cabinet. \n\n\"I'll need your statements,\" said the smiling cop. \"A description of the thief and the stolen goods. Then you'll be free to leave.\" \n\nI stepped forward, leaving a trail of rainbow footprints. \n\n\"If you would be so kind as to remove your shoes,\" said Ms. Bourgeois. \"Charles probably won't be cleaning up tonight, and there's already sufficient mess. You should clean up before the paint dries any further.\" \n\n\"We'll take their statements first,\" said shifty-eyed cop. \n\nSmiley cop escorted me to a student desk. Ms. Bourgeois handed me a paint rag, which I placed on the chair before I sat down. Patrice was preparing to sit in another chair, smoothing her skirt as she lowered. There, on her upper thighs, were two red handprints. The shifty-eyed cop was facing her, already seated. Dodged a bullet there. \n\nI told the officer everything I remembered about the fake janitor, and the painting he held. \n\n\"Thanks for your coperation,\" he said. \n\nI stood, waiting for Ms. Bourgeois, Harriett and Annie to give their statements. Patrice and I stood at opposite sides of the room. Finally, everyone had been interviewed and the police left, but not before shifty-eyed cop looked back at me over his shoulder in the doorway. I pretended not to notice. \n\n\"I'm so terribly sorry for what you went through this evening. It was supposed to be a celebration, and instead -\" Ms. Bourgeois choked and dabbed her eyes with a crumpled hankie. \n\nI patted her shoulder, and then walked over to Harriett. \"Let's go home.\" \n\nShe put her hands on her wide hips. \"You're not getting in either of our cars like that. Anna and I will go home, it's not far. You two clean up and we'll bring back fresh clothes.\" \n\nMs. Bourgeois heard my wife's demand. Folks within a block probably did, too. \"I have plenty of clean-up to do here. The boys' and girls' locker rooms are down the next hallway. I can show you.\" \n\nPatrice and I walked behind Ms. Bourgeois, whose hips refused not to shimmy despite her emotional state. \"There should be towels inside. I'll let you know when your wife arrives with the fresh clothing.\" \n\nPatrice hopped over to the door marked GIRLS, her stained skirt swaying. I tried to picture her naked ass as I entered the BOYS facility. It had been decades since I was in a locker room like this. Everything looked smaller - the lockers, the height of the mirrors. I had to bend over to see my face. The blue splatters matched Patrice, including the smears around our lips. I stripped off my paint-stained pants, shirt and socks. Some of the paint had soaked through to my underwear. I stole a garbage bag off one of the larger trashcans and threw everything in. \n\nThe shower room had eight heads and an ice-cold tile floor. Turning the first water control yielded a dribble of freezing liquid. Goosebumps formed all over, including the painted areas. The trickle increased, sputtering to a full flow. The temperature warmed enough for me to enter the stream. I wet my hands and pushed at the tiny metal knob that disbursed liquid soap. After twenty punches, I had a tablespoon of slippery pink goop. At this rate, I'd never get clean. \n\n\"Hey there!\" Patrice stood at the threshold of the shower area, naked and clean. \n\n\"How did you get the paint off so quickly?\" \n\nShe held up a frilly mass. \"Somebody left this loofa behind. It scrubbed the paint off in no time. Need some help?\" \n\nMy penis needed no help in reacting to the lovely nude body in front of me. I was stiff and throbbing before she could join me under the spray. \n\n\"We never did finish, you know.\" Her hands worked the blob of pink into handfuls of lather. \"Stand still so I can wash your face.\" She stood as tall as she could, reaching the loofa towards my face. She was so close that my prick bumped against her belly. \"Lift me up.\" \n\nI squatted. She put her legs around my torso, and I held her ass. When I stood, she passed the foamy cloth over my face. \"There, much better. Now, rinse.\" \n\nI faced the stream, soaking Patrice's backside. She was getting slippery, as the suds washed down over her back. I hefted her up higher, putting my erection dangerously close to her pussy. Pussy lips-ki, to be precise. \n\n\"One of her hands reached down and guided me back in. She was more slippery now, either from soap or self-stimulation. I let her slide down, until our groins were united and her weight was all on my pubic area. \n\n\"You are one horny dude,\" she said. \n\n\"Takes one to know one,\" I replied. \n\n\"In the Bible, 'knowing' someone means you've had sex with them.\" Patrice was an expert, going to Catholic school and all. \"So, are you going to get to know me better, or what?\" \n\nI moved forward, pinning Patrice against the wall. I needed leverage if I was going to deliver a standing fuck to this young lady. And, was I ever! My balls were demanding a release, and Patrice was my vehicle. So much better than my hand, which was my plan before she surprised me. After too many lifts and thrusts, my arms and legs were fatigued. I lowered Patrice to the tile floor. \"All fours, darlin'.\" Patrice turned over and shook her butt at me. I positioned myself between her thighs and reentered. As a bonus, I reached around and took her breasts in my hands. \n\nMs. Bourgeois's voice drifted into the Boys' locker room. \"How are you doing in there?\" \n\n\"It's hard to get the paint off,\" I replied, increasing my pace and the pressure on Patrice's nipples. \n\n\"Yes, very hard,\" said Patrice. \n\n\"Your wife and daughter have returned, and I need to go home. Come out soon.\" \n\n\"Cum, come on, cum,\" Patrice urged. \n\nMy balls compressed as I pulled from Patrice's cunt. She swiveled and took the tip of my dick in her mouth as I shot once, twice, I don't know how many times. \n\nPatrice let the water wash off the unswallowed residue. As we headed for the benches and towels, Ms. Bourgeois stepped out from behind a row of lockers. In her hand, a rough sketch of the two of us, intertwined. \n\n\"Don't worry,\" Ms. Bourgeois said, \"It's our little secret.\" She glanced down at my still-inflated penis. \"Well, perhaps not so little.\" \n\n(To be continued) \n\n# \n\n*An Original H M Tale \n\nI'm always interested in reader feedback. Tell me what you think. \n\nCopyright (c) 2005, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved.*"
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"value": "### Title: Intermission by Squirrel\n\n### Tags: Anal, Buck, Dark, M/M, Public, Squirrel\n\n**Characters**\n\n- **Toby**: A cheerful and adventurous anthro deer (buck) who is open about his feelings and desires. He is optimistic, playful, and likes to enjoy the moment. He is attracted to his companion, Flint, and is more open about his sexuality than Flint.\n\n- **Flint**: A cautious and private anthro squirrel who is more reserved and introspective than Toby. He is initially reluctant to engage in public displays of affection or take risks. He is attracted to Toby but is more guarded about his feelings and sexuality. He is also more cynical and pessimistic than Toby, but he cares deeply for his companion.\n\n**Plot**\n\nDuring a weekday matinee movie screening, the power goes out, and the film stops. Toby, a anthro buck, sees this as an opportunity to have some fun with his anthro squirrel companion, Flint. Throughout the story, Toby tries to persuade the reluctant Flint to make the most of the situation and take a risk. Despite his initial reservations and nervousness, Flint eventually gives in to Toby's advances, and they engage in an intimate act while the theater is still dark.\n\nAs the theater remains dark, Toby and Flint's intimacy deepens, with Toby eventually persuading Flint to take a risk and act on their attraction. The moment is hurried but intense, with both characters experiencing a deep connection.\n\nAs the film resumes, both characters are left breathless and satisfied, with Flint admitting that the experience was enjoyable despite his initial reservations. The story highlights the dynamics of their relationship, with Toby being the more adventurous and open one, while Flint is more cautious and reserved."
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"value": "A draining sound. And the lights went out. And the picture stopped moving, the large screen going blank and dark. The whole theater dead save for those little, dim running lights on the floors of the aisles.\n\nA static-sounding voice came over the loudspeaker. Apologizing. Offering free popcorn and stuff from the concession stand. And promising to fix the problem in the next ten to fifteen minutes.\n\n\"Want to get some popcorn?\" Toby asked. He was a deer. A buck. Sitting next to his companion, Flint. Who was a squirrel.\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"It's free.\"\n\n\"I'm not hungry. I told you that,\" the squirrel replied. His nose and whiskers were twitching. Even without full sight of him, Toby could sense as much. Flint continued, \"I told you that when we arrived.\"\n\n\"It wasn't free, then.\"\n\n\"They always burn it, anyway.\"\n\nThey were the only ones in the theater. It was a weekday showing. Matinee showing. A film that had been out for awhile.\n\n\"I think movie theater popcorn is the best,\" Toby said. \"I don't know why, but it is.\"\n\n\"I know.\"\n\n\"Was that sarcastic?\"\n\nThe squirrel said nothing.\n\n\"Maybe we should get some,\" Toby continued. \"Popcorn, I mean.\"\n\n\"Go ahead.\"\n\n\"If you're not gonna have any, what's the point?\"\n\n\"If you're hungry, fine. But I'm ... I don't want popcorn,\" said Flint, flustered. \"You have to make a big issue out of everything.\"\n\n\"I think you're the one that does that,\" he corrected. Serious.\n\n\"I am not,\" the squirrel said stubbornly.\n\nPause.\n\nToby then commented, \"Maybe they'll pay for our tickets, too. Or give us free passes. They should.\"\n\n\"Well, it's not their fault the power malfunctioned.\" Pause. \"We rely too much on technology. It will be our undoing.\"\n\nThe buck frowned. Sighed.\n\n\"What?\" Flint asked.\n\n\"You're in a mood, is your problem.\"\n\n\"I'm not in a mood.\" He hugged his bushy tail. Meticulously grooming it. As he always did. It was never perfect enough.\n\n\"Denial. Always denial.\"\n\n\"Stop it.\" Pause. \"And so what? I can't be in a mood every now and then? You're never in a mood?\"\n\n\"My bad moods aren't nearly as cynical as yours.\"\n\n\"Mm,\" the squirrel went, making a frown face. He sniffed and shrugged. Shook his head. \"Sorry,\" he whispered.\n\n\"It's okay.\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\nThe buck nodded.\n\nNeither said anything for a minute.\n\nThe buck giggled.\n\n\"What?\" Flint asked.\n\nThe deer said nothing.\n\n\"What?\" the squirrel pressed.\n\n\"I just had ... a thought.\" The way he said it ...\n\n\"A thought?\" Flint said.\n\nThe buck said nothing.\n\n\"Look, tell me. What's so amusing that ... \" The squirrel stopped as he felt the hand, Toby's hand, slide through the fur on his waist, into his pants. Until he was gripping the squirrel's sheath.\n\n\"Can't get away from me now,\" Toby teased, whispering into Flint's swivelling ear.\n\nThe squirrel swallowed. Letting out a breath. \"Well, I hadn't ... hadn't planned on it. On getting away, I mean.\"\n\n\"Relax.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"You're nervous. Don't think I don't know when you're nervous.\"\n\nThe squirrel shifted in his seat, both from the fear of getting caught, of getting found out ... and the feel of his partner's hand slowly up and down his sheath.\n\n\"Get your pants off,\" the deer whispered.\n\n\"I can't just take off my clothes in ... \"\n\n\"Just put them down round your ankles. No one will see. We're the only ones in here.\"\n\n\"What if the movie comes back on? The lights? Somebody will find out,\" Flint whispered conspiratorially. Chittering.\n\n\"Hush,\" Toby said, whispering into his ear. \"Come on. We don't know how long it'll stay dark.\"\n\nThe squirrel took a shaky breath. He and Toby had ... well, they'd been intimate before. He wasn't nervous about that. But he was a private, guarded squirrel. He didn't volunteer information about his private life, or his sexuality, or ... and he certainly didn't engage in such risky behavior. Doing it in public. Running the risk of getting caught. Being judged. Being ...\n\n\"Hey,\" Toby whispered, still stroking him. The other hand on the squirrel's belly. Running through the fur there. \"You're always so timid. Just ... take a chance, huh? Relax.\"\n\n\"It doesn't feel ... \"\n\n\"What are you worried about, exactly?\"\n\n\"I don't know.\"\n\n\"I bet you do know.\" Pause. \"Come on. It'll be fun. It'll feel good. Your adrenaline might even enhance it.\"\n\nThe squirrel nodded wearily. Deciding to give in. Nodding again as the deer slowly pawed him off. With the deer stroking him, the squirrel undid his pants, wriggling, bringing everything down his legs. Letting the clothing fall around his ankles and foot-paws.\n\n\"Good boy,\" the deer whispered. Feeling his heart in his chest. Feeling that spike of eagerness. The antsy anticipation. One of his hands hurriedly fumbled at his own clothing. Until he managed to get his own attire down to his own ankles. Also unbuttoning his button-up shirt, letting it hang open. The buck's strong, furry chest rose and fell. Flushed. One hand bringing Flint out and erect. The other hand doing the same to himself.\n\n\"We better hurry,\" said the distracted squirrel. His head at a tilt.\n\nToby pulled Flint out of his seat, and to his own. To his lap. Leaning the squirrel's bare back (having taken off the smaller one's shirt, so he could feel that fur against his) against his bare, furry chest. His warm, stiff meat rubbing against the fur of the squirrel's rump cheeks. The buck let out a big breath. Wasting no time. Sucking in a deep breath of air and pushing in. Into the rodent's clenching tail-hole. Deep. Deeper. Into the warm and tight space. His pre helping ease the friction. He hilted himself to the squirrel, his legs spread. Hoofed feet apart, legs stretching but bumping into the backs of the seats in front of them.\n\nThe squirrel, meanwhile, having been speared to his partner, could only close his eyes. Pant. Twitch. He whimpered lightly at Toby's hand on his cock. As Toby began to stroke him again. Simultaneously bucking up against his rump, into him. Softly, though.\n\nThe squirrel closed his mouth. Bit his lip. So as to stop any squeaking. He squeaked during sex. Uncontrollably. He felt it was silly. Was embarrassed by it. Toby would tell him it was adorable.\n\n\"Uh, uh ... oh,\" breathed Toby, sliding in and out of the squirrel. Going as fast as he could go without hurting him. Using his free paw to hug the squirrel's bushy tail. The other paw still stroking. Hips bucking.\n\n\"Mm, mm,\" went Flint through his closed mouth. Nose and whiskers flaring and twitching. He hadn't expected to feel so good ... doing this. Doing it here. But his heart was hammering. And his fur was flushed. And the overload of physical and emotional feeling was welcome. Very welcome. He began to relax more.\n\nKnowing it had been at least ten minutes and they had little time, the deer quickened his pace again. Relishing the quick motion of his hips pounding into that furry behind. With that bushy tail brushing his face. Burying his nose into that tail and just breathing. The sound and speed of his balls slapping against the squirrel. The deer leaned forward, out of the seat. Pushing the squirrel with him, draping him over the back of the seat in front of them. To give him easier access. More room. A better position. And sighing, eyes squeezed shut, the deer grunted and grunted and humped. Wrapping his arms around the squirrel's chest, in a firm, hot hug. Loving the feeling of physical closeness and warmth, of their two bodies in motion. The pleasure of the act.\n\nThe squirrel lost control of his restraint. Began squeaking. Perhaps a bit too loudly, as the deer gently cupped a hand over the squirrel's mouth. Rocking Flint forward with his thrusts. Flint's paws reaching back and clutching at Toby's fur. For something to hold to. To hold to him.\n\nWhen Flint had contained his squeaking (exchanging it for light panting and whimpering), Toby lowered his hand and moved it back to the squirrel's cock. Trying to bring him to climax. He humped, giving a grunt. And then another.\n\nThe squirrel, sweating beneath his fur, felt weak while he was filled. He tried to move, but could only slump back against he buck's chest. Toby's hooves scuffing the floor as he fell back into his seat, still holding to Flint. Feeling the squirrel's tail-hole clench, clench. As the squirrel hit his own orgasm. Toby caught the seed with his hands.\n\nReeling for a few seconds, they quickly scrambled to get proper again. Panting, dressed again. But sweating. And the squirrel smelled of buck, and the buck smelled of squirrel. Not a half a minute later, the film resumed.\n\nFlint let out a deep breath, whiskers twitching. He swallowed.\n\nToby grinned. \"Wasn't so bad, was it?\"\n\nFlint, still hot beneath his fur, bit his lip before whispering back, wearing a shy, satisfied smile, \"Four stars.\""
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"value": "### Title: Living Doll by Vortexo\n\n### Tags: Bathing, Canine, Captivity, Diapers, Drugs, Enema, F/F, Fox, Vixen, Wolf\n\n### Characters\n\n**Judy Sue** is the protagonist of the story, a 35-year-old anthro fox with pewter fur who is finally taking a long-awaited trip to Chechnya to see the world. She is initially excited about her journey but quickly finds herself in a terrifying situation.\n\n**Olga** is a she wolf who meets Judy at the airport and is revealed to be a part of a sinister plot. She is involved in the process of transforming Judy into a living doll.\n\n**Sonia** is a younger she wolf, Olga's niece, who is introduced to Judy as a birthday gift. Sonia has a western accent and is deeply involved in the process of transforming Judy into a living doll, treating her as a baby and subjecting her to humiliating and painful procedures.\n\n### Plot\n\nJudy Sue, an anthro fox, embarks on a long-awaited trip to Chechnya, eager to explore the world. Upon landing, she is greeted by Olga, a she wolf, who escorts her to a limousine. Judy, feeling hungry and exhausted, is offered a drink by Olga, which renders her unconscious.\n\nJudy awakens to find herself naked and chained in a medieval dungeon. Olga and her niece Sonia, who has a western accent, enter the dungeon, and it is revealed that Judy has been kidnapped as a birthday gift for Sonia. Sonia subjects Judy to a series of humiliating and painful procedures, including enemas and being treated like a baby. Judy is initially terrified and confused but gradually begins to accept her new reality as Sonia bathes her and treats her with a mixture of cruelty and kindness.\n\nThroughout the ordeal, Judy struggles with her new identity, questioning her own feelings and the motives of her captors. Sonia continues to treat Judy as a living doll, dressing her in baby clothes and feeding her from a bottle. Olga observes the process, commenting on Judy's suitability as a gift for Sonia. Despite her initial resistance, Judy begins to exhibit signs of acceptance, much to the satisfaction of her captors."
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"value": "Living Doll\n\nThe flight attendant gently woke the pewter furred fox as the five minute mark for the landing was announced on the intercom system. The fox was surprised that she could sleep at all as she had been so excited. She had always wanted to see the world, at at the age of thirty five, it was finally happening. Chechnya was the first stop in her tour. She found that it was an interesting country and she always wanted to see the mountains there. People tended to look at her funny when she said she thought that Chechnya was an \"interesting country\". She responded in saying that that was the way she though and nothing could change her mind.\n\nThe plane touched down smoothly on the run way and soon came to a stop that lightly jolted the passengers. She took the time after she got of the plane to breath in the air of this country. The whiff of food plus the growling and rumbling her belly did reminded her that she only had some nuts on the flight. Food would have to wait as she made her way to customs. A good fifteen minutes went by as she was finally cleared and began to look for her escort. She looked through the sea of banners and bodies until she found the sign marked Judy Sue and a she wolf holding it. She made her way over as quickly as the crowd would allow her and held out her hand for a proper introduction.\n\n\"Judy Sue\", the pewter fox said before adding, \"You must be Olga.\"\n\nThe wolf smile and,much to the fox's surprise, embraced her in a vice like hug. \"I am she\", she said as she gave the fox a final big squeeze before finally releasing her.\n\nThe fox was visibly dazed as that hug gave her a good whiff of Olga's perfume. It was intoxicating to say the least. She was about to ask what brand that was before the wolf took hold of her arm and began to lead her to the exit.\n\n\"Come, you must be starved!\"\n\nJudy was about to say something but her stomach growled in agreement with Olga. The two women were soon outside and walking towards a white limo with gold trim. Judy had to shield her eyes as the cars finish reflected the gleam from the sun. her only relief came when the driver opened the door and Judy's eyes focused on the interior. Her hunger caused her to notice the mini bar first and foremost. She was so centered on it that she didn't notice the driver putting her luggage away in the trunk and Olga whispering something to him. Judy was finally snapped back to reality as she felt Olga's hand press into the small of her back and gently lead her into the open doors of the limo. She and the wolf were soon settled in as the car started up and began to drive out of the parking lot.\n\n\"This is more than I expected\", Judy said as she ran her hands over the fine leather.\n\nOlga was already pouring them some drinks. The clinking of ice made Judy's ears perk up and her keen sense of smell picked up the sharp sent of ginger ale. \"I always like the best things in life\", was all Olga said as she handed Judy the cold, wet glass. Judy smiled as she took a few sips and made a little gasp as the cold, bubbling liquid hit her empty stomach.\n\nJudy's body shivered. Why was it so cold and why was her head pounding. She reached up to massage her temples and was greeted by the clanking of metal and her wrists being gripped by something. This was enough to jolt her fully awake. She groaned as her eyes were met by a bright light when she opened them. She blinked a few times to clear her eyes and proceeded to look at her situation. Except for the chains on her writs and ankles, she was completely naked and on what appeared to be a wooden table. She tried to sit up, but she could only manage a few inches as her muscles seemed to be too tired to want to do anything. The only thing that she could do with relative ease was turn her head from one side to the other. The only info that gave her was that she was in a large room that was furnished to be a medieval dungeon. This unnerved her to no end.\n\nThe sound of a lock being opened caused her head to tilt to the top of the staircase as the old wooden door started to open. Who entered was non other than Olga and a younger she wolf that was blindfolded. Olga was gingerly leading the black wolf down the stairs, making sure that her feet landed firmly on the steps. Judy tried to call out but her voice was horse from whatever was in that ginger ale that the wolf gave her. Olga and the blindfolded wolf had finally reached the table when Olga began to remove the blindfold.\n\n\"Ready Sonia?\"\n\n\"Yup\", the wolf responded in a western accent to Judy's surprise.\n\nThe blindfold was removed and Sonia looked at the bound fox on the table. She squealed and spun around to embrace Olga. \"Oh aunt, it's perfect, just what I wanted!\", Sonia said as she turned around and gently cupped Judy's face in her hands.\n\n\"Happy birthday sweetheart\", Olga said as she began to walk to the stairs, \"I have some thing to do, so I will leave you to enjoy your gift.\"\n\nBirthday? Gift? Perfect? Judy's mind was was going around in circles trying to piece this all together. Who was this girl who was now gently stroking her cheek and running her fingers through her silver hair. She opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out were pathetic little squeaks.\n\n\"Confused?\", Sonia asked as she began to message Judy's throat.\n\nJudy nodded, as it was the only thing that she could do in response. She would have also nodded to the word \"terrified\" and \"cold\". Sonia responded to this by removing the chains from her wrists and ankles. This would have been great if Judy's muscles were working properly, but all she could do was watch as Sonia then scooped her up into her arms and began to carry her to another doorway out of the dungeon. Sonia manipulated Judy so that she was being carried over the wolf's shoulder the same way a mother would carry her baby. Her skill in doing so indicated to Judy that she had done this before. She did not have time to really think about this as she soon found herself in what appeared to be an enlarged infants room, complete with toy box, closet, crib and changing table.\n\nShe would get more acquainted with this room later as she was taken through another door into a bathroom area. This was a very babyish bathroom, with lots of pastel colour and pictures of teddy bears. Even the toiletries were what you would find in a house with infants. The only difference was that the toilet looked like something you would see on an alien spacecraft. How many buttons and tanks did a toilet need. It even had a hose of all things.\n\n\"Time to get you cleaned out!\", Sonia exclaimed. The clanking of metal was heard overhead.\n\n\"Cleaned out?\" Judy thought. What did that mean? What the hell was going on?!\n\nSonia seated Judy on the sink counter top and pulled down what Judy suspected was a harness of some kind. She watched as the wolf manipulated her arms into two of the loops and shuddered as Sonia pinched her left nipple. The wolf repeated the process with the fox's right nipple before grabbing two of the other loops. She used the rock hard nubs as handles in order to pull the fox's breasts through the straps. Sonia then manipulated Judy so that she was in a doggy style position on the counter. The harness was obviously to hold the fox up and prevent her from falling off. This was a good thing as she could not see holding herself up in her current state. A rustling sound behind her caused her eyes to grow wide as she figured out what that hose was for.\n\n\"Deep breath\", was all Sonia said as she griped Judy's tail and slid the cool, metal nozzle between her cheeks. Sonia waited until Judy breathed in before counting down from three. On one, she quickly slide the metal tip into Judy's rectum and Judy's lungs deflated instantly. The wolf then fiddled with some buttons and knobs on the toilet before coming face to face with Judy and giving her a stern look.\n\n\"Squeeze it out, and you will clean up the mess with your tongue while I use the bull whip to rip your back apart\", she hissed.\n\nJudy was too scared to even move and let out a little gasp as her bowels were filling with hot water. Sonia started to rub the fox's belly in a circular motion in an attempted to help loosen all the bile. When Judy's belly was nice and full, the wolf causally walked over to the toilet and pressed a few more buttons. Judy moaned in pain as she felt like she was going to burst just as the water stopped. The water churned and shifted for a solid minute before the pump began to suck all the water out. Her comfort was short lived as as soon as all the water was drained, she was filed right back up with hot, soapy water.\n\nSonia was currently mixing in the baby soap under the running water. The tub was filling up nicely as was Judy. Sonia could hear the fox start to gently sob as the reality of her situation was starting to kick in. Sonia had done this to other people and she had learned that the faster that they got it out of their system, the more moldable they became afterwords. She turned the water off and dipped her finger into the water. Smiling that it was not too hot, she moved over to the toilet to check on Judy's progress.\n\nJudy had chose not to count when the number of times she was filled up reached twelve. She had never been so uncomfortable and humiliated and all she wanted to do was to scream, cry, puke and faint. She had finished crying and now the sweat was pouring off of her. Her thoughts of why was this wolf doing this and what had she done to warrant it, to when will it end. Her heart was full of joy when she felt the hose being removed from her ass and Sonia manipulating her into a sitting position again. She gently cupped Judy's face in her hands and looked at her square in the eye.\n\n\"Ok sweetheart, your cleaning out is over\", she said before adding, \"but you will be giving an enema every week so to insure your bowels are cleaned out. She let this sink in before stating, \"little baby's messes I can stand but big baby's messes I just can't.\"\n\nJudy tried to fathom having this done to her every week. The thought was to much for her and she broke down into tears again. Sonia hugged the fox and gently rocked her back and forth, humming a soft tune into her ear. This lasted about five minutes before Sonia though Judy was calm enough to be removed from the harness and gentle carried her to the frothy bath.\n\n\"Don't worry dear\", Sonia soothed as she lowered Judy into the tub, \"you will get used to your new life real soon.\"\n\nSonia proceeded to gently lather Judy as the fox began to look at her situation. She could not talk, could only move like an infant and she didn't even know were she was. There was no hope of escaping at this point. She started to think about her family and friends. What would they think when they realize that the time they waved goodbye at the airport is the last they would ever see of her. If it wasn't for all these thoughts assaulting her, she would actually be sort of enjoying this bath. It was good to get all that grit and grim that she accumulated on the plane as well as the sweat that was caused by the enema. She was jolted out of her world by Sonia's finger nail gently scraping her arm pit. She made a noise that you would expect a baby to make and turned her head to Sonia.\n\nThe wolf smiled at the fox and tickled her behind the ear. Sonia's smile grew wider as the ear flicked and Judy smiled. It was good that she was starting to relax. Sonia gave Judy a gentle kiss on the forehead before getting a washcloth and started cleaning the vulpine's face. Judy let out a soft sigh as she felt the warm water penetrate deep into her skin. This sensation reminded her body just how tired she was and her head was soon only supported by Sonia's gentle hands.\n\nSonia lifted Judy's hair before she slowly laid the fox back so that her neck rested on the foam head rest. The wolf let the fox's hair hang over the separate tub that Judy did not see in her initial tour. Judy initially cringed as she heard the sound of a hose being moved. She was relieved when she saw that this hose had a shower head attached to it. She shut her eyes as she let Sonia soak her hair with the warm water. The soap scented steam filled Judy's nostrils as she slipped deeper and deeper into a trance.\n\nThe door to the bathroom slowly opened and Olga came strolling in. Sonia pressed her finger to her lips and motioned to Judy. Olga walked over and knelt by the tub as Sonia popped open a shampoo bottle and poured some of the pink liquid onto the sleepy fox's head.\n\n\"How is she?\", whispered Olga as she reached her hand under the water and placed her hand on Judy's belly. The fox's eyes fluttered but didn't show any protest.\n\n\"Settling in quite well\", Sonia whispered back was she messaged the shampoo into a lather. \"Much better than some of the other dolls you bought me in the past.\"\n\nOlga started to gently rub Judy's belly. \"I knew as soon as I saw her that you would love her\", the older wolf stated as she gently pinched some flab on the fox's stomach, \"maybe it was the baby fat.\"\n\nOlga continued to explore the fox's body as Sonia was massaging her scalp. Judy couldn't believe herself when she started to murr when Olga's hand rubbed her breasts, inside of her thigh and crotch.\n\n\"Oh\", Olga exclaimed as she turned to her niece, \"I think this one could love you more than as a mother!\"\n\nJudy didn't even bat and eyelash at the comment.She didn't even react as the two women shared a chuckle with each other. Sonia started to rinse Judy's hair as Olga drained the bathtub. Sonia then used the shower hose to spray off all the excess soap that wanted to say with Judy a while longer and Olga was more than happy to lift Judy up so that the younger wolf could get at the harder to reach areas.\n\n\"Maybe we can do our part to save water and have a bath together\", Sonia said as she gave Judy a playful slap on the rump.\n\nJudy turned her head back towards Sonia. She was surprised by the sudden smack. She was even more stunned that that was the only thing that surprised her. This didn't make any sense, she was straight. She even tested this in college. why was she having these feelings at the age of thirty five?\n\nSonia and Olga lowered the fox onto a fluffy white towel on the floor and wrapped it around her before Sonia carried her over to the mirror. The wolf pulled out a stool under the counter and set Judy on it. With expert skill and precision, Sonia balanced Judy while simultaneously getting everything ready for cleaning the fox's teeth. The equipment laid out was a baby toothbrush, toothpaste, Hummingbird(TM) flossier, mouthwash and a damp washcloth.\n\n\"Lets see those pearly-whites pumpkin\", Sonia stated as she picked up the flossier.\n\nJudy opened her mouth and Sonia went right to work. The flossier was always vibrating so it would stimulate blood flow to the gums as they cleaned between the teeth. A darn good combination. Judy's teeth were set very tightly together and Sonia did have to work at some places, but no crevice escaped her. After the flossing, the wolf picked up the mouthwash. She opened the bottle and poured the liquid into the cap. Judy didn't even have to be asked as the wolf place the cap to her lips and the fox let the fluid flow into her mouth. Judy was told to swish hard and she did just that. After the required thirty seconds, Sonia dipped Judy over the sink and the mouthwash was spat out. Judy kept her mouth open as she didn't really like the tingling sensation the mouthwash left.\n\n\"The tingling means it's working\", Sonia said with a laugh as she patted the fox's head.\n\n\"Blegh\", was Judy's only response to that. This caused Sonia to laugh even louder as she squeezed a string of toothpaste on the pink toothbrush. Judy opened her mouth and was surprised when Sonia guided Judy's had up to her head and the fox's finger and thumb were soon on the wolfs ear.\n\n\"If you feel like you are going to choke, just pinch my ear and I will get you over the sink\", Sonia said in a way a mother would to her child..\n\nJudy nodded and the wolf was soon brushing the vixen's teeth. The rapped scrubbing of the brush easily made the gel turn to foam and some of it oozed out of the fox's mouth. If it wasn't for the wet wash cloth being strategically placed under Judy's head, they would have a mess on their hands. Judy's teeth were soon brushed and Sonia turned on the taps. She cleaned the toothbrush and positioned Judy over the sink for her second spitting. Soaking the cloth once more, The wolf cleaned the fox's muzzle before filling a cup with the water. Judy swished and spit until Sonia was satisfied that her dolls mouth was clean.\n\nCleaning up the bathroom could wait till later as Sonia started to dry Judy's hair and fur. She gave the fox's hair a gentle brushing, being careful not to get any knots. It was at this time that Olga re-entered the room. How the wolf escaped the room without Judy seeing, she would never know. She informed the younger wolf that Judy's bottle was ready. Sonia thanked her aunt and scooped Judy into her arms, carrying her into the nursery again.\n\nJudy saw the bottle on the dresser, but it was going to wait as she was soon lying, naked on the changing table. At least she was warm Judy reasoned as Sonia opened one of the drawers the in the dresser and pulled out hat looked like an adult sized, pink baby jumper. She draped the jumper over the bars of the crib and knelt down under the changing table. She raised up again holding some baby powder and a adult sized diaper.\n\nJudy moaned her disapproval and Sonia smiled. \"Just relax sweety.\"\n\nSonia placed the powder on the table and lifted Judy's legs so that she could place the diaper under her bottom. Securing the woman's feet in some nylon ropes attached to the ceiling, Sonia once again disappeared under the table to rise again with a bottle of lube and something made of stainless steal wrapped in plastic and had a plastic handle.\n\n\"This is a new invention so you don't make a mess before your enema\", Sonia said, \"this is a tub that has a valve which only allows gases to pas through.\" Sonia smiled before adding, \"Well, the way I am putting it in you.\"\n\nSonia didn't even give Judy a chance to protest as she already was busy gelling her fingers. Judy could really do nothing as the wolf spread the lube over the inside of her ass and up her rectum. Sonia wiped her hand on the inside of the diaper and proceeded to pick up the other instrument. Judy breathed deep as the tool touched her rectum and was slowly slid in. She felt what she determined was the plastic being pulled off. Sonia twirled the tub around until it suddenly got to sticky to move. A quick jerk and the handle was popped off.\n\nSonia saw the worried look on Judy's face and stroked her head. \"It is an adhesive, but we can get it out any time.\"\n\nThis was of little comfort to Judy as Sonia threw the plastic and handle in the trash and put the lube back under the table. She hoped that the wolf wasn't lying about that. She wanted to have at least some chance of getting back to her old life. Judy was taken aback at what she had just though. Was she really getting so into her new situation that she already started to consider the life she was taken away from as her \"old life\"? This distracted her from reality so much that she didn't even notice that Sonia had finished powdering and diapering her and lifted her into a sitting position so that she could secure the diaper's tail strap.\n\n\"Now to get you dressed for bed before your bottle.\" Sonia said as she lowered Judy back down and gathered the jumper. She slowly and somewhat awkwardly got the vixen into the fluffy, pink sleepwear and carried her over to the dresser to collect the bottle. With Judy's dinner in hand, Sonia proceeded over to the rocking chair that was right by the crib. Having a seat, Sonia cradled Judy in her lap and teased the bottles nipple into the fox's mouth.\n\n\"Drink up, it will sooth that throat and it's so yummy.\"\n\nJudy began to suck on the bottle and discovered that the wolf was right on both counts. It was warm with a hint of nutmeg and cinnamon and caused Judy to smile. The combination of Sonia slowly rocking and Judy's feeding, it was a calming sight to Olga who was peeking inside. Judy might be confused on the inside, but all outward signs showed a happy baby being fed by her mother.\n\n\"Normally, we would do this before your bath and brushing\", Sonia said, \"but you had such a mixed up day, I though we could end it on a relaxing note.\"\n\nJudy's eyes were drooping once again on what a day she had. Now that she was finally in a relaxed situation and she was no longer running on empty because of her light meal, her body was once again reminded of how tired it was. Her head turned towards Sonia as she had finished her bottle. The wolf placed the bottle slowly on the ground and continued to rock Judy. Sonia smiled as Judy started to press her muzzle between her breast and arm.\n\n\"Does baby want to nuzzle a little while?\"\n\nJudy just shut her eyes and started to breath lighter and lighter. Sonia continued to rocked Judy for a little while longer before she slowly stood up and carried her over to the crib. As soon as she laid the fox down, Sonia lowered the bars down so that she would have better access to the sleeping woman. Pulling the covers up, she gave Judy a gentle kiss on the cheek before replacing the bars and walking over to the bathroom so that she could clean everything up properly. once that chore was finished, she picked the bottle up off the floor and made her way to the door to the dungeon area. Opening the door, she looked back at her new doll.\n\n\"Sweet dreams, Dolly\", she whispered before flicking off the lights and quietly shutting the door."
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"value": "### Title: First Date by Hidden Heart\n\n### Tags: Leopard, M/F, No-Yiff, Panther, Romance\n\n**Characters**\n\n- **Orao Relson**: A resourceful and romantic anthro feline who is deeply smitten with Lamika. He is willing to go to great lengths to impress her and is known for his generous nature, having helped his friend Ray with successful stock tips.\n\n- **Lamika**: A charming and beautiful anthro feline who is the object of Orao's affection. She is swept off her feet by Orao's grand gestures and is eager to explore their budding relationship.\n\n- **Raymond \"Ray\" Ebson**: A successful anthro and owner of the exclusive restaurant \"The Shay Purr.\" He is a good friend of Orao and is more than willing to return the favors Orao has done for him.\n\n**Plot**\n\nOrao, deeply enamored with Lamika, seeks to impress her by arranging a special date at the exclusive restaurant \"The Shay Purr.\" He calls upon his friend Ray, the restaurant's owner, who eagerly agrees to help, setting up his private booth and providing his best cook for their dinner. Orao meticulously prepares for the date, arranging roses, chocolates, and a new suit, while Lamika also gets ready with a makeover and a elegant gown.\n\nAt the cafe where they first met, Orao surprises Lamika with his thoughtful gestures, and they share a romantic moment before heading to the restaurant. Upon arrival, they are treated like royalty, dining in the presidential dining hall with exquisite food and wine. The two share intimate conversations, dance, and enjoy each other's company, creating a perfect and memorable evening.\n\nAfter their enchanting date, Orao and Lamika reluctantly part ways, each lost in thoughts of the other. They express their eagerness to see each other again soon, hinting at the promising future of their blossoming relationship."
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"value": "Orao Picked up the phone and called one of his friends that owned one of the most successful and exclusive restaurants in the city. Orao new Ray would help him and needed to make a really good impression on Lamika.\n\n\"The Shay Purr the only true dining experience, how can I help you?\" a female voice answered smoothly.\n\n\"This is Orao Relson I need to speak to Raymond Ebson is he in?\" Orao asked.\n\n\"Hold please Mr. Relson, Mr. Ebson was going to call you this afternoon, I'm sure he will be happy you called,\" the voice said.\n\nOnly a few moments later a Russian voice hit his ears.\n\n\"Orao my old friend I want to thank you for the stock tips you gave me I've made half a million in dividends in the last six months alone, Now how are you doing my old friend?\" Ray said happily.\n\n\"I'm good Ray but I need a big favor a really big favor,\" He said.\n\n\"Just ask and it's yours I owe you more than you could possibly want,\" Ray replied.\n\n\"Well you see I met this wonderful woman today and I wanted to take her to a special place tonight so I was hoping,\" Orao was interrupted.\n\n\"That I could bump you past the seven months of reservations and get you a table tonight right Orao,\" Ray laughed.\n\n\"Please Ray I would do anything for this,\" Orao begged over the phone, \"This girl is very important to me.\"\n\n\"Well I won't have any tables open but I'll tell you what I'll have my staff set up my private booth and put my best cook at your disposal, and don't act like this is payment we both know that I owe you millions in stock tips and this is only one in many favors, I will give you before I'm half way back to even,\" Ray said.\n\n\"That's great Ray this means a lot to me and I owe you huge for this!\" Orao exclaimed.\n\n\"Think nothing of it, its the least I can do for an old buddy, unfortunately I have to go so have a great time and call me with the details,\" Ray said.\n\nOrao started calling everyone from florists to stylists in preparation. Lamika went to her salon and got a complete make over and manicure. Then she went to her apartment and began going through her wardrobe looking for what to wear. She called a friend and they finally got her dressed in a long black silk gown and a beautiful collar with a gold rose on the front that sat over her beautiful throat. Lamika put on her favorite perfume and saw it was quarter past six. I'll show up early she thought to herself, as she got ready.\n\n\"Good luck,\" her friend said as Lamika left.\n\nOrao made sure to go through each and every detail with a fine tooth comb. First two dozen roses from the best florist he knew of. Second A bottle of his favorite cologne that he diluted and combed into his fur. Third a box of the finest Swiss chocolates in the city. Finally a new tailored suit from his tailor.\n\nLamika walked into the cafe half an hour early so she could relax a little before Orao arrived. She was pleasantly surprised when she saw Orao already sitting at the table were they had first kissed. He looked amazing in a slick black suit with a neatly folded red handkerchief in his jacket pocket. He was starring at a liquor glass on the table and hadn't seen her yet. He was obviously nervous and she figured that put them on a level playing field, as she was already a bit jittery. Lamika startled Orao when she placed her paw on his neck from behind. His head jerked around as his nose tapped her in the stomach making her giggle. She could smell the scent of his expensive cologne and it made her purr softly.\n\n\"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to do that,\" he said as he stumbled to his feet.\n\nLamika smiled and sat down next to Orao. She picked up the glass and sniffed it. She then swallowed the last bit of brandy in the glass.\n\n\"I needed that,\" she said.\n\n\"I made reservations at Shay Purr for us,\" Orao said his voice almost a whisper.\n\nOrao picked up a large bouquet of red roses from his side and gave them to Lamika with a box of chocolates. He looked down trying not to stare at her gorgeous figure and feeling like an idiot. She shed a tear and leaned over lifting his chin and giving him a long slow soft kiss. They purred as they pulled back and Lamika grinned happily.\n\n\"They're wonderful!\" she said as she laid her paw on his.\n\n\"So tell me,\" she said curiously and in a bit of doubt, \"did you say you managed to get a table at Shay Purr the most exclusive and amazing restaurant in the north west?\"\n\nOrao was prepared for that, \"A beauty like yours could inspire any man to move mountains and part seas all I did was manage to make a dinner reservation a pale in comparison to what the light that you bring deserves.\"\n\nLamika purred, \"I can accept that you smooth talker.\"\n\nOrao and Lamika stood up and he put his arm over her shoulder and leaned her head against him as they walked out. He called a cab and they rode in silence to the restaurant. Amazed that he was telling the truth and more curious than ever.\n\n\"I hope I don't seem to aggressive but its not everyday I am swept off my feet,\" she said leaning over to kiss him softly again.\n\n\"I'm the lucky one you're magnificent and I love your perfume Race of the heart, right?\" Orao quickly complimented.\n\n\"I am very impressed, you know I am starting to think you are royalty or something,\" Lamika leaned against him.\n\nLamika just smiled and purred as she tried to relax in the hopes he would do the same. They soon arrived at Shay Purr. Upon seeing him the hostess immediately went over and welcomed them in a polite manor.\n\n\"Welcome to Shay Purr Mr. Relson, The Presidential dinning hall has been prepared for your arrival, Mr. Ebson Told me to let you know that his personal wine selection is at your disposal and that if you need anything I am to serve you to my best ability, My name is Jesse,\" The hostess said.\n\nLamika just stood there speechless; she couldn't believe how much he had done or how special he tried to make this evening. The hostess led them through the restaurant into a room in the back. The dinning booth was huge and had a table that could comfortably sit a dozen people. Orao had dinned in this room before with his friend and he new quite a bit about its interesting extras. Orao first sat Lamika at the table and then went to a panel on the wall. The lights dimmed and a metal shutter opened revealing a two-way mirror that Lamika could look out. She could see people sitting and eating, as waiters raced around making sure everything was taken care of. A tear ran down Lamika's cheek and she sniffled as she looked at him. Walking over and holding him close staring out the window and totally unprepared for what was already the most intoxicating fantasy of an evening she could ever have imagined unfolded in front of her.\n\n\"Is something wrong,\" he asked curiously, \"hoping he could do something.\"\n\nLamika looked up, hugging him tightly purring softly as she rested her head on his solid chest. She smiled into his gaze feeling everything in the world going right for that one instant. The greatest moment of her life was here looking into his hypnotic eyes as everything in the world froze for that moment.\n\n\"I feel like nothing will ever be wrong ever again, this is as perfect a moment as I think I will ever know in my life,\" Lamika stated as she sighed happily.\n\nOrao and Lamika sat back down and ordered their meals. The food was excellent and they drank the finest wine either had ever had. Orao finished his oysters and Lamika's enjoyed pheasant that was the best she ever had. They talked for hours and listened to the music in the entertainment system mostly classical and romantic. Orao learned about her family in Colorado and her uncles law firm. Lamika learned of his parents family business and his friend Ray. Orao asked Lamika to dance and she quickly accepted wanting to be in his arms again. They slow danced for an hour Lamika's head on his shoulder her arms wrapped around him feeling his trim body underneath his suit. Orao was in bliss feeling her warmth against him his arms on her back and her breath on his neck. It was the single most wonderful moment he could remember in his life it was everything he had dreamed of pleasure and happiness. It was almost midnight when they stopped dancing and Orao asked Jesse to call a cab for them.\n\n\"I hope you enjoyed yourself Lamika,\" Orao said happily.\n\n\"This was the best date I have ever had, I hope I was worth all the trouble you went through,\" she replied.\n\n\"You were worth every moment of planning and so much more than I did for this and hope you would like to do it again some time very soon,\" he said purring and wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her neck softly.\n\n\"I would love to do this again,\" she said before gasping and returning his affection.\n\nThey walked out to the cab and Orao walked her to her apartment door each stair making her hips sway in front of his eyes. Lamika kissed him one last time and he walked back down the stairs. Lamika wanted to invite him in but didn't want to seem to forward after all they had just met that morning and this was a first date. She turned to him at the top of the stairs and gave him a long soft passionate kiss that made his blood boil.\n\n\"I hope to see you very soon my handsome feline hunk, \" she said happily.\n\n\"You can count on it my gorgeous goddess of fur,\" he replied with a chuckle.\n\nShe closed her door with a smile on her face and went to bed thinking of him and far too excited to sleep. It took hours for her to shower and wind down enough to sleep.\n\nOrao walked home skipping the mile too his studio and went to bed thinking of Lamika and her beautiful eyes. He couldn't wait to see her again and he figured calling her in the morning would be good. He also considered the many things he would love to do, picnics, camping and perhaps a nice dinner at home.\n\nI hope you can't wait for\n\nthe next wonderful chapter."
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"value": "### Title: The Siren's Call: Prologue by SenoraKitty\n\n### Tags: Adventure, Clean, Fantasy, pirates\n\n**Characters**\n\n**Marine**: A tabby anthro, Marine is a sailor on a ship called The Siren. She is initially portrayed as a cheerful and chatty individual, enjoying her drink at a tavern in Freesail harbor. However, she becomes cautious and alert when she realizes she is speaking to a member of the King's navy. She is known to many sailors in the port and is implied to have a reputation.\n\n**The White Wolf**: A member of the King's navy, this anthro is tasked with watching over Freesail to keep an eye on potential bandits and thieves. He is polite, confident, and somewhat naive. He shows interest in Marine and asks for her name, which she reluctantly reveals.\n\n**Plot**\n\nMarine, a tabby anthro sailor, is enjoying a drink at a tavern in Freesail harbor, a safe haven for sailors and runaways alike. She strikes up a conversation with a white wolf anthro, unaware that he is a member of the King's navy tasked with watching over the harbor for potential bandits and thieves. When she realizes his true purpose, she becomes alert and cautious. The wolf, however, is polite and unassuming, and asks for her name. Despite her initial hesitation, Marine reveals her name before hurriedly leaving the tavern, cursing her luck for getting drunk around a King's spy.\n\nBack on her ship, Marine reflects on her mistake, berating herself for not recognizing the wolf's affiliation sooner. She remembers her captain's warning not to get into trouble and hopes that their early morning departure will help her avoid any further complications. Despite her reputation and initial confidence in handling tight situations, Marine finds herself in a predicament that could potentially cause trouble for her and her crew. The white wolf, though polite and confident, is revealed to be a representative of the authority that Marine and her crew seek to evade."
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"value": "\"Freesail is an open harbor, all who sail the seas can find a safe haven here. From the common sailor to runaways. Even the King's navy send men to keep an eye on the bandits and thieves who might be lurking here.\" She smiled knowingly to herself as she took another large gulp of ale. Surely a strapping young gent such as him would not know of any such thing. \"It just so happens that the captain of my particular ship decided to dock here to stock up on supplies.\" She disappointingly looked down at the nearly empty mug in her paw. \"So what about yourself? What business would you be having here in Freesail?\"\n\nThe white wolf smiled softly and spoke. \"Keeping an eye on the bandits and thieves.\"\n\nMarine froze, the merry drunk feeling she had suddenly gone. All of her senses went on high alert as her mind began to race. 'Play it low key,' she told herself. She was always able to rely on her natural charm in tight situations. If that didn't work, things might have to get violent. With her eyes fixed on the bubbling amber drink settling in the bottom of her mug she pursed her lips and feigned a blush. \"Forgive me, I was not intending to pry.\"\n\nThe wolf smiled, looking slightly confused by her statement. \"No need for an apology, my lady. It's only fair. After all, I did ask first.\"\n\nMarine nodded and knocked back the last of her drink. Setting her glass on the faded bar top she stood smiling sidelong at the wolf. \"I do believe it is time for this lady to retire.\"\n\nThe wolf turned in his stool to face her. \"Shall I escort you back to your vessel?\"\n\nShe giggled, as she mused about what a good lad he was- naive but good. \"There'd be no need for that. You do us all a favor and watch out for those vigilantes.\" She fought the urge to laugh.\n\n\"Then at least do me the honor of telling me your name?\" He asked smoothly with a small confident smile on his face. It was as if he knew he would get his answer. The smile grew into a smirk as he watched the tabby mull his question around in her head.\n\nIf she had been in her right mind she wouldn't have given it. A part of her knew that, but an even bigger part was hazily drunk, and wondering where the harm in it would be. It was just her name after all. A name that nearly every sailor in port knew. If the scallywags knew what was good for them they'd know to keep quiet if this gent came to call. After all, tonight was the only night they'd be staying in port. She would be long gone before he would think to find her. She smiled and nodded to the wolf, the motion eking to a bow. \"Marine.\"\n\nTurning on her heel she hurriedly stepped out the open door of the tavern. Heaving a sigh of relief she stormed back to the docks in the direction her ship was docked. She cursed her luck under her breath the whole way.\n\nSettling in her hammock, now in her long chemise, Marine silently ridiculed herself for getting so inebriated around a king's spy. Such a fine looking gentleman would have to be in service of the king, or a noble himself. It was foolish of her to not notice. She remembered the words of her captain earlier that night before she had disembarked from The Siren. \"Don't get in any trouble.\" She \"humphed.\" So much for not getting into trouble. She rolled on her side to get more comfortable, trying to settle her mind for sleep. At least they would be leaving early in the morning. Hopefully there would be no trouble out on the open sea."
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"value": "### Title: Beloved of Ashura: Learning to Fly\n\n### Tags: lesbian dominance, dominance, submission, lesbian submission, lesbian age difference, fantasy novella, lesbian sex, goddess, princess, warrioress\n\n**Characters**\n\n- **Rayven**: An experienced, tough, and disciplined warrior with a strong sense of duty. She is a skilled fighter and a competent magic user, although not a full-fledged mage. Rayven is also a resourceful ranger who knows the terrain and hidden paths, making her an excellent guide and protector. She is a lesbian and an anthro not mentioned in the story, but the author provides a piece of context that she is an anthro. Her anthropomorphic nature is not explicit in the story.\n\n- **Isana (Dove)**: A young princess who is initially spoiled and naive but shows growth and resilience as she faces danger. She is a lesbian. She is not an anthro. She is a sheltered princess who has to adapt to a harsh world.\n\n- **King**: Isana's father, who trusts Rayven with his daughter's safety. He is not an anthro. He is a ruler facing a rebellion and is prepared for defeat, showing foresight and care for his daughter.\n\n- **Duke**: The antagonist leading the rebellion against the King. He is not an anthro. He is ambitious and seeks to overthrow the King, using the princess as a means to legitimize his claim.\n\n- **Daktu**: A loyal stable master who sacrifices himself to protect the princess. He is not an anthro. He is an old friend of Rayven and shows bravery and dedication to his duty.\n\n**Plot**\n\nRayven, a seasoned warrior, is tasked by the King to protect Princess Isana as rebels led by the Duke close in on the castle. The King expects defeat and wants to secure his daughter's safety. Rayven, despite her initial reluctance, agrees to the mission. She finds Isana unprepared for the journey, but eventually, the princess adapts to the harsh realities of their situation.\n\nAs they make their escape, Rayven uses her knowledge of secret passages and magical disguises to evade capture. Along the way, they encounter danger and death, forcing Isana to confront the brutal world outside her sheltered life. Rayven protects Isana from pursuers, using her combat skills and resourcefulness to keep them safe.\n\nDuring their journey, Isana transforms from a spoiled princess into a resilient young woman, adopting the disguise of a Kantari wildling. Rayven, seeing the growth in Isana, begins to treat her with more respect and care. The two develop a bond as they face the challenges of their journey together."
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"value": "*More than most of my stories, I owe a debt of gratitude to my editors, Terry and Snow. They did much more than just check spelling. Both of them helped to refine and improve the story. This is the first story where I substantially rewrote it once I had a version done. That turns out to be quite a bit harder than writing it in the first place. In particular, Snow wouldn't let me post something that wasn't as good as it could be. I love them both! \n\nThis is a very different story for me in many ways. It is set in a fantasy setting; and true to that genre, it is violent and at times bloody. It could just as easily been in the Sci-Fi & Fantasy or BDSM categories. I debated long and hard with myself as well as with Snow and Terry. In the end, it's a story about lesbians that involves D/s and is set in a fantasy setting. I expect it won't be for everyone. Like most of my stories, while there is some sex, it's only a part of the tale. It is a story about finding one's self, accepting it, and then embracing it. \n\nI hope you like it.* \n\n \n\nThere was a smell in the air. Rayven knew it well. It was the smell of fear, of many people in a small space desperately afraid of what was coming. She shook her head. The reek rolled around her but none came from her. If there was a time when a pending battle brought fear with it for her, it was long past. She controlled her own fates. Let anyone opposing her feel fear; she wouldn't. \n\nAs she climbed the stairs to the upper levels of the castle, Rayven thought back to the conversation that she just finished. She couldn't remember the last time she spoke with the King before today. She tried to remember. It must have been a year or two after the last rebellion, which would make it about twenty years ago. It was hard to believe. It didn't feel like it was possible for that much time to have passed. \n\nBack then, she was one of his best warriors. She led the charge that broke the line in the final battle to end the rebellion and the King named her one of his champions. That didn't last too long. Once the war was over, there was not much to do. A life as a show warrior was not one she enjoyed. She left and had not been back in all that time. \n\nReaching the top of the stairs, Rayven looked both ways before heading towards where she remembered the royal suites were. She was tall but not as stocky as she once was; nor did she wear the armor of a warrior any more. When she was in the middle of her forties, she realized that fighting in battles was no longer something she could easily do. While she might continue for a while, eventually she would meet up with a younger, fresher warrior who would be her death. Now she wore the leather armor of a ranger; and rather than fighting in wars, she led squads of bodyguards for caravans and important people traveling. Still her armor made her big enough that people moved out of her way as they fled with what belongings they could carry. It didn't matter to Rayven whether all of what they carried belonged to them. That wasn't her mission. \n\nIt didn't take long to find the door that she sought. Without knocking, she pushed open the door. Seated on a chair and listening to a young maiden play a lute was her mission. \n\nLooking over at her, a lovely blonde woman ran her eyes over Rayven for a moment before looking away dismissively. She saw a tall woman wearing a cloak over well-worn armor. She was clearly older, with steel grey hair pulled back into a ponytail bound by cord wrapping around it for a third of the length. Her face was a bronzish red and had lines around the eyes and by her mouth. Despite the years that were easy to read on her face and a scar that ran across one cheek, she retained much of the beauty of her youth. Her brown eyes were dark and unreadable. Despite her gesture, she felt a little shiver run through her. This woman was not someone easily dismissed. \n\nRayven looked over at the woman playing the lute. While undoubtedly talented, her fingers were clumsy today. From her wide eyes, Rayven could tell that she was terrified. Like most of the castle residents, she wanted to run, but whether it was loyalty or a greater fear of her mistress, she was still there. \n\n\"Isana, we need to make ready to leave. Your father has charged me with getting you to safety,\" Rayven spoke sharply, interrupting the music. She looked again at the lute player. \"You are dismissed,\" she said in a slightly softer voice. \n\nThe young woman looked over at the princess, uncertain if she should obey. She saw her mistress' face cloud over and looked down, knowing that she was in a no win situation. \n\n\"I'm not going anywhere and neither is Usuri,\" Princess Isana said in the tone of someone who had been indulged all her life. \"No one commands me!\" \n\nWith a sigh, Rayven stepped forward. Without warning, her hand moved and slapped Isana on the cheek. It wasn't hard but left a little red spot behind. The princess' big blue eyes welled up. It was probably the first time in her whole life that anyone struck her. \n\n\"My father will have you flogged for that,\" Isana said in a tone that somehow conveyed her shock at someone daring to strike her as well as from the sting of the slap itself. \n\n\"I don't think so, Princess,\" Rayven said, saying the title with sarcasm. \"First your father owes me his life, more than once. His life debt will take a lot more than that to be cancelled. Second, he told me to expect you to behave that way and bade me to be free with dispensing discipline as I saw fit.\" Her hard eyes stared into Isana's until the younger woman's eyes dropped. \n\n\"You don't understand what is happening, Isana. The rebels are closing in, and soon the castle will be under siege by the Duke's forces. He has planned well, and there is no force your father can bring to bear to break the siege. If your father is lucky, the weather will turn and force the Duke to abandon it on his own. Your father doesn't believe in luck,\" Rayven said. The words were stark. \n\n\"You mean...\" Isana trailed off. \n\n\"I mean he expects to lose. And when they take this castle, the Duke's forces will rape every woman still alive. He personally will rape you, perhaps after others already have, and then your rapist will marry you. Marrying you will give him legitimacy among the Kantari, at least he thinks so, and they will accept him. Many of Onjani already accept him and are flocking to his banner, looking to throw down the invaders of three generations ago,\" Rayven said. \n\nLooking over at the handmaiden, Rayven grimaced. \"She knows. Her dark skin will condemn her. In your service, she will be a traitor. Being raped and killed is her fate, if you make her stay. The fair ones like you will be the 'lucky' ones. Most of them will be war brides, taken as prizes and given to the Duke's favorites. Is that how you will reward her loyalty for staying true?\" \n\nIsana looked at the other younger woman. For the first time, she noticed the trail of tears running down her face. \"Usuri, I'm sorry. I didn't know. You must go, now!\" she said. \n\n\"Your highness, I will go, but let us go together. I don't want to abandon you,\" she replied. \n\nDropping into the Onjani language, Rayven spoke. \"No, that isn't possible, kinswoman,\" giving her the honorific in recognition for her willingness to keep to her loyalty. \"The King was explicit that just the two of us travel. Her Highness' greatest safety is to draw as little attention as possible. Three are more visible than two.\" She reached under her cloak and brought out a purse. \"The King gives you this. He hopes it will help in finding safety. Now go, now. Go now if you want to live.\" Rayven's words were harsh and had the desired effect. Crying out her goodbye, Usuri ran out of the room and joined the throng trying to make their escape. \n\n\"Put these on,\" Rayven said, dropping an until now unnoticed knapsack at Isana's feet. \"And hurry, our escape depends on speed.\" \n\nReaching into the bag, Isana pulled out some clothes. She looked at Rayven in disbelief. \"I can't wear these,\" she said, holding up the pants and top, more suitable for a young man than a young lady. \n\n\"You can and you will, you silly girl. We are trying to hide who you are, not proclaim it. I have some other tricks to help, but it starts with you putting those on,\" the older woman said. It was clear that there would be no argument, and Isana felt the warmth on her cheek reminding her of how Rayven enforced her will. \n\n\"Fine,\" she replied. After hesitating a moment, Isana looked helplessly at Rayven. \"I can't undo this dress by myself. Could you help unlace it?\" She asked. \n\nTurning away, she missed the glint of humor in Rayven's eyes. \"Sure,\" she said. With a quick motion, she pulled her dagger from its sheath and used it to slice through all the laces up Isana's back. With the laces parted, the dress fell forward and off her body. \n\nIt happened too fast for Isana to say or do anything, but she glared at Rayven. \"Do you have any idea how much that dress cost?\" she asked. \n\n\"I don't know, but it is worthless to you at the present time. Anything that is worthless to our escape must discarded,\" Rayven said coldly. She turned and went to the door and looked out of it and then shut it again. \"Hurry, girl. We must move,\" she said as she pulled out her sword. She could tell that the looting was increasing and she wanted to be ready to defend them if necessary. \n\nSeeing that was the motivation Isana needed. She realized that Rayven wasn't being cold for its own sake, but because they really were in danger. She quickly pulled on the trousers and then the shirt, tucking it in before putting on the belt. Finally after slipping on the riding boots, she put on the forest green hooded cloak. Everything fit perfectly and she wondered if that was her father's doing or Rayven's. \n\n\"Done,\" she said. \n\nRayven turned and looked her over. She nodded in approval. \"Good, girl,\" she said. Isana felt a little flush of satisfaction from having pleased her protector for the first time. \n\n\"Now come here,\" Rayven said, leaning back against the door to block it. As Isana approached her, she raised her hands and concentrated. Under her breath, she spoke words that Isana couldn't understand but caused the hairs on the back of her neck to rise. It wasn't the first time she had seen magic, but it was the first time someone cast a spell on her. The words seemed to disappear, as if she was being wrapped by a cocoon that muffled all sound. She could feel the magic touching every bit of skin not covered by her clothes as well as running through her hair. \n\nWhen she finished, Rayven slumped back against the door. There were little beads of sweat on her forehead and she was breathless as if she had been running, even though it had only been fifteen or twenty seconds. \n\nCurious, Isana looked over at a full-length mirror, and gasped. Her hair was black and her skin bronze like Rayven's. Only her eyes betrayed her Kantari blood. They were still sky blue. She raised her hands to touch her cheeks. As she did so, the sleeves of her shirt slide down a little revealing pale skin. Tugging down on her neckline, she realized that the magic only changed the places it could touch. It had also changed the color of her clothes, making them a brownish color. \n\n\"It will only hold for two hours. It is easily discovered if anyone examines you closely, so we best move quickly and avoid contact with others. Later I have some other tricks that will disguise you longer,\" Rayven said. The weakness from casting the spell was already past. \"But if anyone asks about you, it will help with the confusion.\" She handed Isana a Kantari headband. \"Use this to pull your hair back,\" she told her. Kneeling, she attached a dagger in a sheath onto Isana's belt. That was it. They were ready to go. \n\n\"Hold my arm and don't let go, unless we run into trouble. If that happens, just say out of my way while I take care of it,\" Rayven said. She pulled open the door and they stepped out into the crowd. \n\nFor a while, Rayven went with the flow of the mass of people. It had been years since she dwelt in the castle, but she still remembered it well. Finally, she got to the place for which she was looking. She pushed her way through the crowd and went down a small side corridor that was ignored by everyone else. It was a dead end, leading back to where the servants emptied the chamberpots. Her practiced eye looked at the wall and found the stone she remembered. Pressing on it made a clicking sound and a portion of the wall opened a crack. Pushing it open further revealed a dark passage way. \n\n\"Quickly, get in,\" she told Isana. \"I don't want anyone else to see us.\" \n\nOnce the door closed, they were in total darkness. There was the usual musty smell of a stone passageway with a faint yet discernible smell of human waste. Without thinking about it, Isana reached out and grabbed Rayven's arm. The dark unnerved her, as did the sounds of some rodents moving through the passageway not too far away. \n\nOnce again, Rayven spoke under her breath, speaking more of that indecipherable language. Her hand was suddenly illuminated, as if she was holding a cold ball of light. It wasn't bright but it lit things well enough to see. They immediately started following the corridor, quickly coming to a flight of stairs. Rather than the twists and turns of the castle hallways and passageways, this seemed surprisingly straight. \n\n\"Are you a battle mage?\" Isana asked in hushed tones. The corridor seemed to be a place for whispering. \n\nRayven wasn't much louder. \"Not me. I can manage a few useful spells, but real magic, especially battle magic, is beyond me. I do well enough with my sword,\" she said. \"A little light, an emergency disguise; those are things that come in handy though.\" \n\nIt was hard to tell the exact time it took to get to the other end of the corridor, but it didn't seem terribly long to Isana. Unlatching the door, Rayven pulled it open and cautiously looked out. Although there was the sound of panic off in the distance, it was quiet here. Putting her arm around Isana, she pulled her along as they hurried along a path. \n\nIt took a moment but Isana recognized where they were. It was in the back of the castle, in an area where some of the servants lived. \"Why are we here?\" she asked, unaware of how her voice took on a whiny pitch. \n\nRayven ignored her. They came around a bend and she saw the building they needed. It was a small stable right against where the castle wall met the tall crag that was behind the castle. No wall was needed there, as there was a sheer faced cliff that went up for over five hundred feet. Noticing that the door was open, she frowned and sprinted to it, unsheathing her sword as she did. Isana ran after her, afraid of being alone. \n\n\"Wait here a moment, Isana,\" Rayven said as she pressed against the side of the building next to the door. With remarkable speed, she spun and went through the door with her sword ready. A few seconds later, Isana heard her. \"Come in. It's safe.\" \n\nWhen she entered the building, the first thing that she saw was two men on the ground in pools of blood. Neither one was moving. While she didn't recognize one, the other was a servant that she often saw helping take care of the hunting hounds. She came up short as she saw someone in death that she knew. It was the first time for her, and she felt her stomach churn a little. \n\nA painful gasp drew her attention away. Leaning against the wall was someone she had known all her life. Her father's stable master was sitting, holding his belly in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding. \n\n\"I stopped them,\" he said to Rayven who was kneeling and examining him. \"They thought they could steal the horses, but they had to go through me.\" He smiled at Isana. \"Your Highness, if I didn't know it was you, I wouldn't recognize you.\" The smile faded and he coughed. A speck of blood was left on his lips. Turning to Rayven, he nodded. \"Good thing you came quickly. The next ones would have gotten past me, I think. Everything's ready for you.\" \n\nRayven's face was grim. This man was an old friend, and one of the others that the King trusted implicitly. His wounds were mortal, but it would take a while. \"Daktu, I...\" she started to speak but he interrupted her. \n\n\"Please,\" he said. He was calm and full of acceptance. He looked over at Isana. \"Your Highness, I think you want to go into the stable now.\" \n\nLooking at Rayven, Isana shook her head. \"Why? Can't he get to the healers? He'll be okay, won't he?\" There was no sign of the spoiled brat in her now, just a scared young woman who was watching someone who she loved suffer. Daktu had taught her everything she knew about riding, from as far back as she could remember. \"Help him, please,\" she asked. \n\n\"I will,\" Rayven said softly, \"the only type of help there is now.\" Her own voice was full of sadness. She and the stable master had been comrades for years, even if she hadn't seen him in a long time. \"Go now. I'll be there in a moment.\" She waited as Isana went into where the horses were, and then she turned back to Daktu. She quietly drew her dagger. \n\n\"Just as sharp as ever?\" he asked her. \n\n\"Always. I could shave you if you wished,\" Rayven said as she reached up to stroke his head. \n\n\"No, I'll meet the gods as I am. I did my duty,\" the dying man said. \n\n\"That you did, my friend,\" Rayven said as she slid the edge of the blade along his throat in a quick and hard slice. She felt his blood gush over her hand. She continued to stoke his head. \"Ashura, greet him well. He has the heart of a great stallion,\" she whispered to her goddess. She couldn't remember which god Daktu worshipped but she trusted hers to help guide him to where he would be welcomed. His face relaxed as the burbling sound of his blood mixing with his airway began to fail. The light in his eyes dimmed and then failed. With her bloody fingers, she closed his eyes, leaving a smear behind. \n\nStanding up, she turned to see Isana staring at her with blue eyes, wide with horror. \"You killed him,\" she said. \n\n\"I gave him the release he asked for,\" Rayven said more harshly than she intended. Pausing to take a breath, she tried again. \"I'm sorry, Isana, he was my friend too. You haven't seen battle; he has. He was going to die; the only question was when and how painfully. It would have been some time, and he would have been in increasing agony. Is that what you wanted for him?\" \n\nGradually the horror failed from her eyes. Finally, all that was left were a few tears running down her face. \"He died for me, didn't he?\" she asked. \n\nRayven gently ran her hand up and down the young woman's arm. \"Yes,\" she said. \"So we can't waste his gift. We must go.\" Turning Isana around, she gave her a push and followed her further into the stable. Her horse was there, saddled with all of her gear and provisions. He nickered at her in greeting. \n\nIsana starred at the other horse. He was bigger by far than the horses she rode. While not as big as Rayven's, it was still intimidating. \"I don't know if I can ride that horse. I'm used to ladies horses,\" she said. \n\nPausing from checking her gear, Rayven looked over at her. \"Master Daktu picked that horse out for you. He knew what you could or couldn't do, and you know he wouldn't have picked him otherwise,\" she said. Without waiting, she went back to her task. Satisfied, she moved over to the wall. Like in the corridor, she searched until she found a little sunken button. Pressing it opened another secret door, this one leading to a passageway that led downward. There was a little glow of light coming from the other end around a bend. \n\nShe grabbed the reins of her horse and looked back at the princess in disguise. Rayven guessed how hard this was, to go from her pampered life to being on the run. \"It will be okay. Take your horse and follow me,\" she said gently. \nShe paused long enough to secure the door again and then led the way through the tunnel. It opened into a ravine with the gated exit hidden behind a large bush. Producing a key, she opened the gate and then locked it behind her. The ravine was already deep and continued down to the foothills rising up to meet the side of the mountain. To protect the horses from injuries, they walked them down the trail. \n\nThe sound of people screaming and weapons clashing could be faintly heard in the distance. Isana looked back up and saw the hills beginning to obscure the view of her home. \"I guess it isn't my home anymore,\" she thought. \n\nLooking to her side, she examined the woman who so abruptly had entered her life. \"How did you know all this? All these passages, I never heard rumors of them,\" she asked. \n\nRayven's eyes were unreadable as she looked back over at Isana. \"Your father taught me those secrets many years ago. It was necessary for my job,\" she told her. \n\n\"Your job?\" Isana was confused. Unlike the passages, she had heard of rumors about the warrior woman, Rayven. She was a central figure in many of the tales told of the rebellion her father put down, but those were all about daring deeds done on the field of battle. She didn't remember anything about her being at the castle. \n\nRayven nodded. \"I was your mother's bodyguard for a while, at a time when your father feared that someone might try to avenge a death or two by taking his wife's life.\" They were coming down the edge of the ravine and would soon be able to ride. \n\n\"Oh, when did you leave?\" Isana asked. She wondered if Rayven had been around when she was born and knew her as a child. She didn't need to wonder long. \n\n\"When you were born,\" Rayven said flatly. \"The need for me went away.\" Even so many years later, she could still feel the pain. \n\nIsana immediately knew what she meant. She saw the same look on her father's face when someone mentioned her mother. It was different for her. All she felt was regret at never having known her mother, but she wasn't real to Isana. How could she love someone she never met? \n\nWhatever else Rayven might say was lost when she suddenly whirled and stared intently into the woods. She waved Isana back against the horses. As Isana moved, four men on horses burst through the woods. Their shouts made it clear that they saw them. They turned and came towards them. \n\n\"It's the princess,\" one of them called out. They all knew that the Duke had offered a reward for those who captured her. Now all they had to do was take her to claim it. \n\nIn an instant, the odds got a little better. Almost faster than Isana could see, Rayven pulled out her dagger and threw it. It hit the first man right in the throat and he toppled of his horse. Without any pause, Rayven had her sword in her hand and charged at the men. \n\nThat was the last thing they expected. She met the next one with her sword slashing and cutting deep into his thigh. She felt it hit bone and blood sprayed out and hit her. She knew the man would be dead in a minute or two. In the meantime, he wouldn't be a worry. His own sword slid from his hand as he screamed in pain and leaned against his horse. For good measure,she slammed her shoulder into the wound and then turned to face the last two. His shriek felt good in her ears. \n\nThey were both off their horses now, advancing in her with more caution. She grinned at them. Her face was speckled with the blood of the dying man. \n\n\"Ashura is smiling on me today. I've sacrificed two already to her. And two more to come,\" Rayven said with a laugh. She looked almost like an avatar of her warrior goddess to the other Kantari, and they shifted nervously as she began to swing her sword. They moved apart, trying to catch her between them. Charging together, Rayven parried the blade of one while slipping to the side of the other. Using her own momentum, as well as his, she kicked him hard and sent him sprawling to the ground. \n\nSensing the other attacking more than seeing it, she whirled and met his blade with her own. Spinning, she pulled out her second dagger and rammed it into the shoulder of his sword arm. It slid between a gap in his leather armor. While he managed to hold on to his sword, when he swung it, the force was gone. She parried his next stroke away easily. \n\n\"Brother, when you meet the gods, tell them you had to honor to die at the hands of the beloved of Ashura,\" she cried out as she struck with the full force of all her strength. Her sword sliced through the armor covering his belly, biting deeply enough to part open his stomach. His sword fell from his hand and he grabbed at his belly, trying to keep his guts from spilling out. Rayven kicked him in the chest, propelling him on to his back. Once again, she heard the screams of another warrior falling to her. \n\nTurning to take care of the last one, she saw that he was not up for continuing the fight. He was already on his horse and rounding about to ride away. He picked up speed and moved away. \n\n\"Damnation,\" Rayven cried. In his cowardliness, he was the most dangerous of the four. If he got back to report them, the Duke would have his army out chasing them. She ran to her horse and grabbed her long bow. Notching an arrow, she drew a bead on the man. \"Ashura, honor us, guide my arrow,\" she prayed as she released it. Whether it was her considerable skill in archery or her prayers, the arrow flew and hit him in the back of his neck. He slid lifelessly off the horse. \n\n\"Thank you, Ashura,\" Rayven said. It was always better to give credit to her goddess than assume it was her own skill. Her battle focus faded and she became more aware of the rest of her surroundings. The man with the sliced leg was silent, but his comrade with the belly wound was still moaning. She walked over to the dead man with her knife in his neck. Grabbing it, she pulled hard to remove it. There was a pool of blood in the wound but it was still. \n\nComing back to the last living man, Rayven crouched down. \"Sleep, brother,\" she said in Onjani. He nodded, but said nothing between his clenched teeth. Rayven struck, slicing through his throat in a violent yet effective motion. Unlike with Daktu, she felt no need to help him to go into the afterlife in a gentle way. She left his eyes staring up into the sky. \n\nStanding up, she turned to look at her charge. Isana was still up against her horse, but she'd had the presence of mind to grab the reins of Rayven's horse as well. It was well done, if not necessary. Well trained for war, her horse needed more than a little fight like that to make him bolt. \n\nShe was shaking. Some of the blood had managed to hit her along one arm. Rayven sighed and went over to her. Putting her arms around Isana, she gave her a hug. \"Oh little Dove, it's okay,\" she said. \"I'm sorry. My hand was forced.\" \n\n\"I know,\" Isana said as she gave a hug back. Somehow being held by Rayven made her feel better almost immediately. It was if she could draw strength from her. She squeezed tighter. \"We should go, right?\" She looked at Rayven and gave a wan smile. \n\n\"In a moment,\" Rayven said. She hugged Isana one more time and then let go. She went over to the closest body. She searched it quickly and pulled off his purse. She tossed it over to Isana. \"I've got a fair amount of coin from your father, but we can always use more.\" She collected the purses from the other three and brought them over to Isana. \"They are yours now, Dove,\" she said with a smile. \n\n\"I can see why they recognized you. The magic is fading,\" Rayven said. And it was. Isana's face was mottled, brown and pale, and the wisps of hair that could be seen under her hood were a collection of dark and light. \"Now we really should be getting a move on,\" she added. \n\nTwo of the horses from the Duke's men were still close by. They rode close and Rayven grabbed their reins. As she tied one to each of their saddles, she explained. \"We can use them to give our horses a rest. We can go faster and cover more ground. The further away we are, the better,\" she said. \n\nWith that, they began to ride. For a while, they just rode hard. Rayven didn't worry too much about leaving a trail to follow. All that mattered now was getting as far away as they could from the castle. That's where all the Duke's forces were. Once he figured out she had escaped, he would search but by then she would be using her tricks. \n\nThey covered ground quickly. Every couple of hours they switched horses. She didn't let them stop, not even for food. They ate preserved foods from the saddle. The hills that were far grew closer and closer. As dusk approached, they reached the edges of them. Rayven searched for a small hollow where they could camp for the night. \n\nIt didn't take long for her to set up camp for them. Isana tried to help but she had no experience. Doing any sort of work was new. Rayven smiled as she watched Isana pull the saddle off her horse. \"That will change,\" she thought, \"if we want to avoid attention. She's not the princess anymore.\" She would have to learn to do things for herself. \n\nThat wasn't all that would need to change. She went to her pack and got out a few things. She went over to a log and called her over. \n\nIsana looked over at Rayven and quickly obeyed. It hadn't taken her long to realize that Rayven knew how best to keep her safe. Beyond that, she was unlike any woman that Isana had met. \n\n\"We need to work on disguising you,\" Rayven said. \"Come sit down here.\" Isana settled down at her feet. She felt Rayven run her fingers through her hair. \"I'm sorry Dove, but I'll need to cut your hair.\" \n\nFor sophisticated Kantari women, their hair was something in which they took great pride. Isana swallowed hard, it was something she had cultivated since she was young. Still, she nodded. \"I understand. It can't be helped,\" she told Rayven. Changing her hair would make a huge difference in her appearance. \n\nUsing a razor, Rayven went to work. She cut back her hair into something much shorter, and then she shaved one side of Isana's head so that a band of a couple of inches was bare. She looked at the result and nodded. It was a style worn by some of the still barbaric tribes of Kantari in the far south. Not all of the tribes had followed Isana's great grandfather north when he invaded. \n\n\"Now for a final touch,\" Rayven said. She picked up a scroll and then stood up. \"Stand facing me, Dove,\" she told the younger woman. \"Once I start, try not to move.\" \n\nHolding the scroll in one hand, she began to trace a pattern on Isana's face. As Rayven began the say the words, it was as if her fingers became hot. It was not quite hot enough for Isana to flinch but it took some effort to avoid pulling away. When Rayven finished saying the spell, the scroll flamed up and disappeared into ash. Her finger lifted up, but Isana could still feel the fiery pattern burning into her face. \n\nShe raised her hands up to touch it but Rayven grabbed them. \"Don't touch them yet. The pattern needs to set in,\" she told her. \n\nIsana's curiosity burned even higher than her face. \"What did you do?\" she asked. \n\n\"Don't touch,\" Rayven said again before letting go. She went to the little gathering of things she collected earlier and found her polished silver mirror. Turning back to her charge, she held it up. \n\nThere was enough light left for Isana to see herself. She stared in amazement, finding it hard to recognize herself. Her hair was the least of it. She now had what looked exactly like a Kantari tattoo on her face, only the edges were glowing like embers. She could feel the burning fading away, and with it went the glow. There was a dark band covering an inch on either side of her eyes, like a mask. It disappeared into her hair, extending all the way to the back of her head on the shaven side. Only a thin line of pale skin right around her eyes remained. Her cheeks were marked with zigzagging streaks like claw marks and her lips had a tall rectangle over them. With her leather riding outfit, she looked the perfect savage from the Kantari homelands. \n\nShe smiled. Something deep inside her awoke and was pleased. For the first time in her life, being of Kantari blood felt like it meant something to her. Isana wondered what her father would think if he saw her. Would he be pleased or appalled? She knew he was the first generation not to be tattooed. There were still older Kantari with tattoos, and not all of her father's generation abandoned the tradition. Nevertheless, there had been few new tattooed youths in the last 30 years. \n\n\"Is it permanent?\" she asked. Her hands raised to touch it, but stopped before doing so. She hadn't been told it was all right. \n\n\"No, Dove, it isn't. I can say a spell once a week and it will continue indefinitely,\" Rayven said. \"Go ahead; the fire has faded so it is safe to be touched.\" \n\nOnce permission was given, Isana explored her face. She could barely perceive any difference in how the skin felt, but there was something there. It was like the slightest of ridges. \n\n\"I feel almost like a different person,\" Isana said. \n\n\"That's good, Dove. It is safer for you,\" Rayven said, as she put her things away and began to get food together for a meal. It would be a cold meal. A fire could lead someone to them, and left traces that were harder to erase. Seeing what she was doing, Isana came over and did what she could do to help. \n\nSoon they were having their meal. As she ate the cold meat on bread, Isana watched Rayven. Her cloak leather armor was off and for the first time she could see her a little better, although the darkening skies still hid some things. She had more of a womanly form than Isana had realized. Without the chest armor pressing down, her breasts were full and the slightly unlaced leather top showed off her cleavage. Isana was amazed at how fit she was. Her muscles weren't huge but everywhere she could see them, they were firm and taut. \n\nHer years of experience fighting were obvious from the scars. It wasn't just the face. Her arms showed evidence of many cuts, and once when she leaned over to pick something up, Isana saw a long diagonal scar on her lower back. It disappeared under her top. \n\nRayven noticed how the other woman was examining her, and smiled. \"I've always survived. None of these came close to a killing blow. Just reminders of moments when I wasn't as careful as I should have been,\" she said. \n\nSomehow, after that, Isana felt a little more comfortable in talking with the woman who suddenly was the most important person in her life. It wasn't likely that she would take offense at questions. She peppered Rayven with questions and was delighted when she answered them all seriously. Finally, as they both finished eating, she had one more question, something that was more than just curiosity. It took her a little while to get up the nerve to ask it. \n\n\"Why do you call me Dove?\" she asked in a quiet voice. \n\nRayven chuckled. \"Because you can't go by your old one anymore. After I said it in the stable, it seemed natural so I kept on saying it. I'm the one who has to remember not to call you by that other one, not you. How often do you say your own name?\" she asked. \n\n\"I guess you're right. Only when I introduce myself,\" the young woman said. She was thoughtful for a few moments, before looking up at Rayven. \"Not even then very much, to be honest. When I meet someone, they know who I am already.\" She was quiet again. Finally, she spoke the question that had been on her mind for a long time. \n\n\"What is going to happen to my father?\" Isana asked. \n\nLooking at her for a few moments, Rayven thought about her answer. In many ways, Isana had come a long way in the course of the day. The spoiled princess was not much in view. She had experienced the death of someone she loved and seen men killed in front of her. She was more like the Kantari wildling that she now resembled than Rayven would have thought. \n\n\"War is never certain, Dove, but I think the Duke will take the castle. He took your father by surprise. The castle is not well stocked and he did not have time to call for reinforcements. When the Duke tries to take the castle, it will be hard to stop him. The King does not have enough troops to be everywhere. If there is a single breach, I don't think it can be stopped,\" Rayven said. \n\n\"Will he die?\" Isana asked after a little bit. Her voice shook slightly. \n\nSighing, Rayven moved over beside Isana and put her arm around her. \"It depends, Dove. If he has become too much of an Onjani, then I think he will. An Onjani man does not back down. He would rather break than bend in a storm. The Kantari are different. They know that sometimes, you have to give way and wait for a better time. Pick the time and place of your battles. A true Kantari King would disappear, only to pop up somewhere else where he had the advantage.\" \n\nShe stopped speaking. The night was fully upon them now. The moon was just rising but as yet cast little light. In the faint starlight, she could see tears running down Isana's face and she gave her another hug. \"Your father may yet prove to be Kantari at heart,\" she whispered. \n\n\"Perhaps,\" Isana whispered. In truth, she always saw him as unbending. Their relationship wasn't warm. Her nurse said it was because she reminded him of her mother too much. Still she loved him. She couldn't say why, although deep in her heart she knew he loved her back. He just didn't know how to express it. Moreover, if she angered him, his temper was truly frightening. She did her best not to. \n\nIt wasn't just her. She had seen his anger directed at others, people who he didn't hesitate to punish. \n\n\"What if he does live? How will I get back to him?\" Dove said. Her voice quivered as she contemplated a world without her father, but still clung to hope. \n\n\"If the siege fails, then I will take you back home when it seems safe. If the castle falls and your father escapes, then we have a plan. We agreed on a place for me to leave a message about where we can be found with someone I trust. Your father will pick someone that he can trust to take you to him. I swore to keep you safe until his messenger comes for you,\" Rayven said. \n\nIsana could almost hear the oath ringing in her head, as if she was there when she gave it. A scary thought occurred to her. Rayven said she would guard her until her father sent someone for her. \"And if he doesn't?\" she whispered. She left her real question unanswered \n\nRayven looked at her with a reassuring smile. She understood what Isana really wanted to know. \"Well then little Dove, I gave him my promise to keep you safe for as long as you need protecting. We will wait at the rendezvous spot until we are sure of your father's fate. After that, I'm not sure. Let's cross that bridge when we must. Even with the Duke winning, the kingdom will face unrest for a long time. Brigands will spring up; some from your father's defeated loyalists. Others may also try for the throne, hoping to catch the Duke before he consolidates his power,\" she said. She gave a light sigh. \"The common folk will suffer no matter what, and we will not be safe here for long.\" \n\n\"He isn't a great King, is he?\" Dove asked, still in a whisper. Rayven could hear the tears that were close to coming. \n\n\"A great King wouldn't have much of his kingdom rising up in rebellion, Dove. The last time, most of the Kingdom stayed loyal, despite the fact that the Kantari were their conquerors. Your grandfather was a good King who ruled wisely, and your father seemed to be following in his footsteps. That is why my family and most of the Onjani I knew supported him. \n\n\"I think my brothers are with the Duke, and my youngest uncle,\" Rayven said. \"None of my family stayed loyal this time.\" \n\nIsana stared at her in the darkness, catching her outline and a glint of her eyes. \"But you did. My father trusted you,\" she said softly. \n\"Yes,\" Rayven replied, offering nothing more. \n\nAs much as she wanted to ask why, Isana found that she couldn't. There was a melancholy aura about Rayven that held her back. Finally, she just said, \"I'm glad. Thank you.\" \n\n\"Let's go to bed, Dove. We have an even harder day of riding tomorrow,\" Rayven said as she got up. \n\nThey both went into the shelter and slipped under their bedrolls. At first, Isana thought it would take her forever to fall asleep, so much had happened that day, but exhaustion hit her. Before she realized it, sleep overwhelmed her. \n\nRayven took longer to fall asleep. She was used to this life and so was less exhausted. Memories from long ago disturbed her. Finally, she was able to fall asleep. \n\nIt was still deep in the night when she woke to the sound of a scream. It was Isana, who was thrashing next to her. She reached out and shook her by the shoulder. \n\n\"Dove ... Dove! It's okay; you're okay,\" she said. \n\nIsana suddenly sat upright, and looked around. There was more light now from the moon, which was hanging high in the sky. \"Oh, my gods,\" she said as she burst into tears. \"They were coming to get me. I couldn't find you and they were going to take me, and ... and ...\" she couldn't continue. The dream was still vivid in her mind. The lust in their faces still terrified her. \n\n\"Come here, my little Dove,\" Rayven said soothingly. \"No one is going to hurt you. I promise you. It was a dream; your fears speaking.\" She opened up her arms and Isana readily went into them, burying her face against the other woman's chest. Her cries were muffled but they continued for a while. As Rayven held her and stroked her back, finally she was able to stop. \n\nLooking up at Rayven, she sniffed. \"I kept calling your name. I knew you would protect me. And I knew you were looking for me; you just weren't there.\" She began to cry a little again. \n\n\"Shhh, Dove, I'll be there. Whenever you need me, I will. Okay?\" Rayven said soothingly. \n\nIsana blinked the tears away and nodded. \"I know you will be.\" She took a deep breath. \"It was a dream. Nightghosts sent to trouble me,\" she said, as she returned the hug. She looked up at Rayven, whose face was lit up with the moonlight. \n\n\"She's so lovely,\" Isana thought. \"I hadn't quite seen it before. If she was presented at court, all dressed up, she would be a beauty.\" She felt a little stirring inside her, and she looked away. It was a familiar longing to her, and one that no man had ever provoked. While she wasn't ashamed of it, it wasn't one that she had indulged. Other than kissing a friend when she was younger, she hadn't had the opportunity. She wondered if she ever would. \n\n\"Turn on your other side, my little Dove,\" Rayven said gently. \n\nAs was often the case, Isana quickly obeyed without question. She felt Rayven scoot next to her and put her arm over her. The younger woman pressed back against the warm body. It felt very secure to be held that way. It was also slightly distracting, as she could feel Rayven's breasts touching against her back. If not for Rayven starting to stroke her head, the stirring inside her might have gotten stronger. As it was, she found sleep coming on again. Being held like that helped keep the nightghosts at bay. \n\nRayven smiled when she felt Isana's relaxed breaths indicate that she was back in a deep slumber. She continued stroking her hair until she too drifted off. \n\nWhen she woke, Isana was still sleeping. They were still in the same position, neatly spooned together. Rayven smiled. It had been a while since she had a lovely young woman in her arms. Slowly the smile faded away and she gently shook Isana. \n\n\"Time to wake, little Dove,\" she said. \n\nIsana woke up with a start, uncertain at first where she was. The fresh breeze smelling of the surrounding brush quickly reminded her, as did the feeling of Rayven next to her. It was strange, waking up being held but not at all unpleasant. The selfish princess still in her complained at having to get up from the safety and warmth, but the Kantari wildling growing inside her understood. \n\n\"Yes, Rayven,\" she said as she turned over to face her. Her newly cut hair fell neatly into place. Her blue eyes were wide but looked completely different behind the mask of her tattoo. \n\nRayven nodded in approval. It was easier to look at her now. Her mother had always looked like a proper Kantari noblewoman with long hair, perfectly combed. Isana didn't look so much like her now. \"I like this better. Her ghost does not haunt me in the same way. I can treat Dove as her own person, easier this way,\" Rayven thought to herself. Already, she had made the transition to stop thinking of her as Isana. It helped that Dove was more appropriate for a tribal wildling. \n\nSitting up, Rayven reached behind her to check her own hair. Just as the Kantari haircut was designed to be easy to care for, the same was true for her Onjani ponytail. She tucked a few stay strands back into place as she spoke. \"Get out the porridge from the saddle bag and mix it with water. It takes longer when it is cold, but it will be fine by the time we have broken camp. Add some of the dried fruit,\" she said. Dawn wasn't quite there, but there was enough light to see. \n\nWhile Isana hurried to do her task, Rayven quickly disassembled the cam"
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"value": "### Title: Space adventure II by mmarvinleatherbear\n\n### Tags: Love, M/M, M/M, Sex, Underage, fanfic, homophobia\n\n### Characters\n\n- **Jeff**: A young human teenager who becomes separated from his family after a space pirate raid. He is curious, impulsive, and explores his emerging sexuality throughout the story.\n\n- **Del**: A Therion, an anthro with a strong sense of duty and tradition. He is drawn to Jeff and struggles with his feelings due to his cultural norms.\n\n- **Grunion**: A Suidon, an anthro priest with a friendly and peaceful demeanor. He is sexually liberated and acts as a mentor to Jeff.\n\n- **Chauncy**: A Yithien, an anthro with strong moral principles. He rejects Jeff's advances due to cultural differences.\n\n- **42**: A Muriodien, an asexual anthro who is cloned and has a small stature. He is knowledgeable and acts as a mediator among the group.\n\n### Plot\n\nAfter a space pirate raid, Jeff finds himself stranded on an abandoned army base with four other survivors: Del, Grunion, Chauncy, and 42. As they explore the base for supplies and a way to communicate with the outside, Jeff begins to explore his sexuality, first with Grunion and then with Del. However, Chauncy rejects his advances due to cultural differences. The group soon realizes that their communication efforts are being sabotaged, and Jeff discovers that the base is infested with tentacles. He warns his friends, but 42, mistaking Jeff for the saboteur, knocks him out. Jeff manages to escape and neutralize the real saboteur, 41, a Muriodien who had undergone mad experiments.\n\nThe group decides to escape the base in a shuttle, but they are pursued by the tentacles and the cloned Muriodiens. They manage to escape and set a course for a military base four days away. During the journey, Jeff struggles with his feelings for Del and Grunion, learning about their cultural practices and the implications of their relationships. Del explains that he must return to his homeworld to help his family find a new home, and Grunion offers to take Jeff with him. Jeff is torn between his feelings for Del and the necessity of their separation. As they travel, Jeff learns more about the cultural practices of the Therions and Suidons, and the group supports each other emotionally and physically."
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"value": "Time for me to post one of the first fanfic I did some month ago. By the way, I'm not english, so please don't yeal about the mistakes...:)P\n\n*After a space pirates raid, Jeff, a young teenager, fled from a destroyed ship and finds himself separated from his family. Stranded on an abandoned former army base, he is there along with four other survivors : Del, a Therion, Grunion, a suidon, Chauncy, a Yithien and 42, a muriodien. The castaways explored slowly, as and when they can have access, places in search of subsistence or flee the base. While exploring the base, Jeff leaves free rein to his emerging impulses and seduces Grunion, who does not miss the opportunity to deflower the boy. Jeff wants more but he faces Chauncy's moral principles, who rejected him rudely. Having somewhat overcome his impulses, Jeff explores the base with his new friends but soon all that could enable them to communicate with the outside is systematically sabotaged or destroyed. Jeff found a way to cross the blocked doors using ventilation network and discovers that much of the station is invaded by tentacles. He discovers that a muriodien, following the mad experiments made on him, performed the sabotage and attempts to warn his friends. Came back in the explored part of the station, he was joined by 42. Believing that he's dealing with 41, he knocks him down on the moment, causing him to shelve the others who do not give him time to explain. Trying to prove his point, he was captured by 41, this one trying to kill him. Jeff manages to shed his ties and to neutralize his opponent in front of his friends who were looking for him. 42, returned to him, had finally to confess everything he knew about the experiments on the base. To stay safe, Jeff asks to sleep with Del. Quickly, the boy seduces the Therion, who does not miss the opportunity either to have fun with the teenager. Both males end up kissing but are interrupted their effusive when 41 invests their neighborhoods with help from muriodiens reduced to the status of living weapons.The survivors have no trouble to dispose of because of their small size, but they must escape the tentacles that invade the rest of the base. They finally found a shuttle rescue and escape into space.*\n\n*Space Adventure II*\n\nThe ship departs from the station at full speed, leaving the tentacles infiltrate in the pieces as the evil muriodiens cloned invest too the formerly secured places.\n\n\"Anyone knows where we're going ?\"\n\n42 had asked a question that nobody had an answer yet. Del quickly found the airborne radar and followed the programming instructions. After several minutes of tracking, the computer gave its verdict.\n\n\"I think yes. There is a military base in the area, but it will take some time to get there. - How long, Jeff asked, worried. - Four days of travel.\"\n\nDel inspects the fuel gauges and oxygen.\n\n\"It's all good. There will be more than enough air. By cons I worry more for water and food.\"\n\nChauncy rose from his seat to return to the rear cabin of the vessel.\n\n\"I'll check it. I'm here in a moment.\"\n\nAt that time, Jeff realizes that he wear nothing except his undies. His clothes and his pad remained on the station and there is no question of returning to fetch them. His skin gets a little shiver, as realizes Grunion.\n\n\"Are you cold ? - No it's good. Well, just a little. - You can get this room warmer ?\"\n\nDel consulted the dashboard.\n\n\"Without doubt, but I can not find the command. It's not often that I fly a rescue ship, I must find where it is. - Okay, this is not an hurry,\" said Jeff .\n\nGrunion see that the boy's skin is covered with small spikes. He visited enough humans to know that the boy was cold. He rises from his seat and removes his priest coat. Naked, he gives it to the boy.\n\n\"Put this. Me, I have my body hair and my fat to protect me and that is enough. You need it more than I do.\"\n\nJeff hesitated. He is cold, but he won't deprive his friend of his only garment. Grunion understand his hesitation and put him his coat without asking his opinion. Jeff lets him do.\n\n\"Thanks, Grunion.\"\n\nThen Jeff realizes that Del is naked at the helm. With the hasty flight of the station, he had had no time to take something and it was somewhat his fault that he had removed his underwear. He takes off his undies and hands it to Del.\n\n\"You need it ? I know you have nothing because of me...\"\n\nDel smiled.\n\n\"That's nice Jeff, thank you.\"\n\nHe took the undies and puts it on his thigh. Chauncy then returned from the back of the cab.\n\n\"We will be a little cramped... It is a platform designed for two people, there are only two beds. The food will go to four days if it is rationed. But we will not have too much water. I'm afraid we can not wash if we want to keep the reserves long enough. \"\n\nGrunion look at Del thoughtfully. The latter concluded.\n\n\"We'll have to occupy the premises in an intelligent way... 42, Jeff and Chauncy, you go to the back first. In twelve hours, we will exchange our seats and we'll continue on this pace. - But I'm not tired, Jeff protested. - I believe you, but you do not know how to drive this ship while Chauncy knows. And you, 42, your small size will allow you to share the bed with Jeff, with one of us, you could being crushed in your sleep. \"\n\n42 agreed with the logic of the swine.\n\n\"Come on Jeff, we will let Del and Grunion quiet.\"\n\nJeff grumbled but followed 42, while Chaucy shut the door behind him. Del took the boy's undies in his hands and gazed, smiling, remembering the night before.\n\n\"Jeff is very beautiful. Well done for a boy his age, said Grunion. He seduced you with his ass too ? - Yes... He did the same with you ? - In the shower. The old blow of falling soap. How to resist an invitation like that ? - With me he did not hesitate. He put his ass against my underwear and he massaged the limb. - What a little pig... - I agree. I have never met someone like him. This is not your case, right ? - My burden of priest made me frequently encounter people in my case. But it is not the same thing. I also attended a lot of young people but he is the first to put me in this state of mind... - The pleasure of novelty... - Exactly. I was the first male to take him, I felt good. I was pleased but it's also a burden. - I understand you. That is a big responsibility to make love to a youth for his first time. Make him feel pleasure without hurt or harm is not within reach of anyone. - You had that chance before ? - I do not. And as I went after you, not so with Jeff. It's a shame because I would have liked. - I'm sorry. but I could not know. the main thing is that he had fun. - Sure. This guy knows what he wants and he does not hide it. \"\n\nDel took the undies in hand and places it under his nose to smell the intimate fragrance of the boy.\n\n\"Mmm. Can I ? \"\n\nDel tends the fabric to Grunion, which has in turn feels.\n\n\"I do not know much about the human scents but those above me seem intense. - I agree. - Though, less than yours but still very deep. \"\n\nDel does not repress the swelling of his sex that stands to the evocation of the intimate scent of the boy.\n\n\"It's also because of the smell that I realized you were gone before me. - Yup. - You can do nothing but you swine you leave a strong scent, and I felt yours down to his buttocks. I can even smell your cum on his face. - Is that I stayed a while here. I thought of doing it quickly, but Jeff did not stop me and say boost to give him even more. I was so excited that I finished on his face. - Really ? you were his first, though. I thought you should enjoy him, on his butt I mean. - I know. must believe that he had cravings for a while because when I had finished with him he went to see Chauncy to have more. - Wrong move. But he could not know that yithians could consider him as an untouchable for his relatively small size. - Chauncy was upside down, the poor. - You love him ? \"\n\nAs Del, Grunion strong band at the mention of the teenager and sex that the two males had had with him. He stimulated slightly with fingers to feel the pleasure of bandaging so strong.\n\n\"Jeff is a nice guy. But I've got a load than me forbids to me any link of affection with only one person. And then, he gave the undies to you... \"\n\nDel blushed slightly.\n\n\"True. I must say, not knowing which way I have to turn. I know young people and volunteers in high demand when we therion are most exclusive. I responded to his appeals of his body but I do not know if I should respond to his feelings. Do you really think that giving me his undies, he was somehow declared ? - The offerings are a common sight between sexual partners who want to deepen their relations. But it is true that Jeff has not completed its maturation, and for humans it remains a very unstable period. Therions like you do not have this worry. - You either, swine. Albeit in the opposite direction. \"\n\nGrunion gave back the undies.\n\n\"Anyway, it's to you he gave it. You'll see for the future. But between you and me, I think you just find yourself a husband. - Don't you really think it's a little early to think about that ? - I know people really good. I mean, I know how to read in their eyes. Believe me Del, there's something much more than just sex between you and him.\"\n\nIn the cabin, 42 had invested the right bunk. So Jeff had sat next to him, totally naked under Grunion's coat, which left no mystery of his privates. 42 was still wearing his shorts, the only vestige of his now inaccessible suit. Chauncy, who always wore his overalls, was like an intruder in the room, in addition to its large size which delivered the left sleeper to him only.\n\n\"What a story, made 42. - I can not believe that it is all over, \"said Jeff. - We were lucky, said Chauncy. We just have to wait now. - By the way Jeff, I wanted to know out of curiosity, what you will do next ? - I do not know. I never ever thought. I just hope I find my parents but if it is true that the capsules were dispersed... I do not know what I'll do... \"\n\n42 felt the boy sink into sadness, he wrapped his arms around his waist for comfort. Jeff clung to him and surrounded him in turn. Chauncy could only comfort the boy's eyes.\n\n\"At worst, Jeff, you have Grunion or Del in your life. Although as an individual I advise you for Del, continued Chauncy. - I do not understand, said Jeff, blushing a little. - You need not be afraid or ashamed, said 42. Chauncy and I have felt the smell of our two companions on your body. We know them a bit and we can tell you that they both loved you passionately. And it was hard to miss the semen dripping from your ass. - I ... - It's true, said Chauncy. I am sorry indeed to hit you. I am a pure strain yithien and I'd never get your principles for selecting partners. - It is I who must apologize, said Jeff. I do not know what came over me. I should never have to insist that way. - This is difficult due to cultural differences, continued 42. You made a mistake but you also learned not to repeat. it's the most important. - It's true, said Jeff. But I like them both... \"\n\n42 smiles. The fact that his species is asexual and reproduce by cloning does not prevent him from being aware of the mysteries of attraction. Chauncy lay on his bed and did as he began to sleep. Jeff did not know if he was really tired or if he took refuge in and out of a conversation he could not bear. He had learned to his cost how much yithiens were prudish and shy about the sex when it came to or from other species. Chauncy acted as if he was going to sleep and Jeff went down the intensity of the light, he lay against 42 who continued the conversation in a low voice.\n\n\"You know well the suidons and therions ? - Just a little. - It is therefore necessary that I speak a little of them. Suidons are, in all terms, pigs. They are friendly and peaceful but rather in regard to relationships, they are not a good choice. couples are formed based on the affinities of each but they have no exclusivity. I know it's something that you care a bit for you humans. - That's true. Dad and Mom have been together for 16 years. - A couple of pigs leads rarely more than two years. Their morality is not a worry about the education of young people because they always keep their affection and protection for their offspring. But Grunion is a priest. - This changes anything ? - Yes. He pledged to his gods not to be exclusive at all, on any way. to avoid having to focus exclusively on one of their young, they mate only between males. You got to see after having sex with you, he did not stay, eh ? - That's true. He sent me for the refectory. I was so frustrated that... - You jumped on Chauncy soon as you saw him. - Yes. - Grunion is attached to nothing except to his gods and his duties towards them. It is not against you, you know. - I think I understand. - Grunion loves you, but more as a teacher. It's also a bit what he was, right ? - Yes. how do you know ? - Odor. even after your shower you smelled like Grunion. - I thought everything was gone ... - Disabuses you. You, humans, have a weak sense of smell. I would even say very low. But for everyone it was obvious that you screwed together. - When I saw him strip naked in front of me without trying to hide, I knew immediately that I wanted him. He was so natural, without hesitation, without trying to make a mystery of... of what a... And then I found him so exciting too, this round and hairy ass... - The pigs have no inhibition about sexuality. - And therions ? - They are different. Both pigs are fickle, both therion are exclusive. Couples are formed sometimes in their childhood and lasts throughout the life of one of them. if one of them dies, it's more than a tragedy for the survivors. the latter is now in mourning for at least three of their years. After this period, however, he is recovering very often as a couple. But a lot of them killed themself also to follow their mate in Death. - It's beautiful... And scary... - I quite agree. the system has many benefits even if there is a major drawback. - Oh yeah ? - Therions live on an hard world, with a high level of radiations. This has implications for their reproductive rate which is very low. And even a couple who can not procreate can not be broken. This prevents two people can procreate separately. - It's a shame. - Social pressure does not play on this plan there. therion rites are known for their simplicity and finality to such an extent that their society has no responsibility for the conclusion of the Unions. - How come ? - Their rite of marriage can be done at any age when young people become adults, but it must be done by committed themselves. therion youth wishing to join go to a specific area of their city and, provided there are at least ten persons as witnesses, they pronounced the ritual phrases, holding hands face to face. then they kiss and the union is then recorded. \"\n\nJeff blushed, thinking back to last night.\n\n\" They kiss and they were married ? Is that all ? - Over the ritual phrases, and place. If one element of the rite is missing, the union is not recognized legally. - Phew. I thought... \"\n\nJeff was dropped. 42 understood, however, he could not prevent a smile.\n\n\"I said something funny ? - No no. it's just your face. He then kissed you ? - Yes. after... but why did you ask ? - Excuse me ... It's just that we muriodiens we know nothing about sex. it is still a subject of great curiosity for us. Especially specials couples. - Specials ? - Yes, all that does not reproduce itself. as the relations between people of same sex. we call them special because they are still relatively uncommon in all sexual species. - Is that I do not know much either. before today, I 've never ... I had thought so, but never did. - This should be an important step. - I think yes. I mean ... I thought everything would change after me, but I do not feel any different before yesterday. Even if ... - Even if ? - You can keep something for you ? - Of course. - With Grunion it was... great. I had already done... well I stroked my own but have it in me... It was something else... I now understand the difference between self-pleasure and pleasure we have with someone else. It's not the same thing, really not. - This experience must be very powerful. - It is. But with, Del, it was something else. Really more intense. Stronger. when he placed his lips on mine, and I did not think about it, I kissed him too. I had more excitement and fun to kiss him than letting him fuck me ... I do not know. I have often seen mom and dad kissing. I think it's the same kind of passion that I feel even if I did not kiss a girl. - You've never had this experience ? - Never. I had girl friends but I never wanted to kiss them. by cons I felt like some of my friends. - They should be very beautiful. - I do not know actually. I just wanted to put me against them naked and ... I do not know. Finally, I did not quite have the time. All I knew was that I wanted to be all against them, be as close as possible of their bodies. I've kissed some but it has never been so intense and profound that with Del. - It is a universal desire. All sexual beings experience it. even yithians. I do not know if... \"\n\nAt that time, 42 see that Jeff just closed my eyes and felt asleep. 42 smiles. In some ways, Jeff grew up in an incredible time in two days since their first meeting and by others, there remained a large part of the child he still was not long ago. 42 closed his eyes in turn and did not resist as he felt his body like Jeff grab him like the plush he was.\n\nThe light returned to its natural level. This had the effect of waking the sleeping trio.The thick, muscular, nude and hairy Del's body was the first thing Jeff saw.\n\n\"It's time to eat something.\"\n\nJeff woke up completely. Grumbling, he found himself rejected the coat of Grunion. He wasn't cold anymore.\n\n\"I finally found the command. Now you will no longer suffer from the cold. \"\n\nIt was infinitely hotter in the vessel. Even Chauncy and 42 had removed their clothes to stay comfortable. Jeff looked 42 at the crotch, and was surprised not to find anything significant. then it is knew than the muriodiens clones themself naturally for millennia. They did not need anything here. Chauncy wore a splendid musculature, highlighted by a totally hairless body. When he finally got up the opposite side of the table where he was, Jeff could see his sex, a very large one but in proportion to his stature. Also, no pubes hair. By reflex, Jeff scratched his young pubis to ensure the presence of his hair still in effect yet sparse. Del saw him do, but continued to bustle for a frugal meal. His smile was clear, however eloquent. Grunion remained in the cockpit, and Del gave him his share.\n\nThe short end and quickly took meals as agreed, Chauncy went into the front cabin, followed by 42. Jeff got up to follow them but Del stopped him and shut the door.\n\n\"But ... - We have to talk a little. Grunion will spend extra time before, he assured me to be able to. Chauncy could replace him if this is not the case. Grunion's view that we stay a little lonely to talk quietly together. But before... \"\n\nJeff was sitting on his bunk. Del admired the young obese body and knelt in front of him. Without saying more, he gave Jeff what both wanted for a while. a long, hot kiss, deeper than the first they had exchanged quickly interrupted by the invasion of their neighborhoods. Both males hold each other in their arms, caressing each other's body. Both were stiff with desire and Del precum even beginning to come out. Jeff was amused trying to caress Del's sex with his chubby bare feet. He succeeded quite easily, enjoying this new sensation. Del was driven even with more insane desire for the boy by the new practice. Del took Jeff's legs in his hand and put his foot in his mouth. He licked the soles, cleaning his precum and enjoy the fragrant skin of the foot of the boy.\n\nThe next hour saw the cabin filled with deep groans of the two hedonists. The air was saturated with fragrances and male sweat. Del had a long licking the anus of his young partner, who discovered at the time the sensation of a tongue against this area of?privacy.\n\nDel's cock had succeeded to the tongue and like last night, Jeff rode his partner, his young body moving in a very strong and very manly way. Del had, in the past, sex with young teens like him, but he could not find them this masculinity, so he thought he saw. Del eventually no longer hold and he cums in the boy's rectum. Jeff had not forgotten to touch himself during the ride and he dropped in turn two powerful jets of semen, both of which came on Del's cheek. Exhausted by the effort, Jeff leaned over and licked his sperm before kissing again Del. The latter enjoyed the mixture of saliva and semen even more, and he locked the boy's body in his arms. The two lovers remained thus for a moment before they start talking.\n\n\"You know Del... - Yes, Jeff ? - I understood what you talked about. - Hu ? - When I found the digital key. You told me it made you think about your father. On the moment I did not understand but now yes. - Oh, that ! It is true that this key, it looked like a lot. - Yes I found it funny. The designer of this thing should be a nice perv. And er ... Your father... - ho, even a little bigger. - Cool... - That's family as you could see it. Just as you must be the family of the designer because you too are a hell of a little pig. \"\n\nJeff smiled.\n\n\"Really ? - Oh yeah. I love it. I must say that I was too when I was a teenager, I was not the last to ask for more. But you Jeff you are requesting more than I was at your age. It's adorable. - Really ? - Sure. Grunion told me how you wanted it to behave with you. - He said what ? - You wanted him to go harder and faster. - I do not know why I said that. It came out alone. But it made me really good like that. I do not know why. - You're like this, that's all. there look no further. You're among those who like to do it. I think it is nothing more admirable than giving everything to the other, one way or another in this situation there. \"\n\nDel and Jeff stayed in one arm of the other a long time, everyone enjoying the body and the presence of another.\n\n\"We need to talk Jeff. - What ? - About what will you do once you'll arrive at the base. - oh. - According to the criteria of your species you are in between. You're too old to be locked up in an orphanage but you're also too young to lead an independent life. \"\n\nJeff was vaguely thinking about the future, but little else. the last two days were rich enough thrills to think for administrative contingencies.The uncertainty of his future refit also thinking about his lost parents. Ever, before the start of this cursed cruise, he would have thought they would miss him much. His face grew more serious.\n\n\"It's true Del. I had not thought about it. - This simple fact makes me say that you're too young to be alone yet. It is based on two assumptions. In the first, one or both of your parents have survived, and in this case, everything will be ok for you and the problem is solved by itself. But in the other... \"\n\nAt this thought Jeff's arm tightened even more on the body of Del.\n\n\"It will... Well you already have family farthest ? - No, Del. I have not... Mom and Dad... have lost their families as well each other before I was born. - Calm down Jeff. We will not let you alone in this case. - Really ? - Yes. Grunion's view in this case is you go with him on his world. \"\n\nJeff frowned at the idea. Grunion is certainly sexy and a lover of a perverse pleasure in doing that but for Jeff, the thought of not being with Del was beginning to be unbearable. Just as the idea that Del did not want him at his side. The latter read it all in the eyes of the boy.\n\n\"Jeff, I want you to know certain things. I love you. You're a lovely boy and I think you'll soon be a great guy. This is not the problem. What is wrong is that you need things I can not bring to you. Not right now anyway. - How ? - We know so little about one another, Jeff. Your age does not bother me. Rather, it is I who may be an inconvenience for you. - Why would you ? - Jeff, I participated in the cruise because it brought me back to my homeworld. I have to go back because I have things to settle there. You can't come with me, I think you know why. - Radiations ? - Among other things, yes. my world is sick and I took it upon myself to help them find another home for my family and relatives. But it'll be a long process just to convince them. I myself find it difficult to get used to the idea of leaving my home planet forever and yet I will have to do violence to me if I want my family have a better life. - I think I understand... but why Grunion ? - You do not love him ? - But if... - You're still mad about him... Jeff it's normal. You will learn to know how to forget. Grunion is the best choice for you. Chauncy is very nice, he might be a good father to you, but he already has his own family he is about to start. And 42... He is very nice too, but he would make you think too much about a kind of pet, right ? - I have to say yes. - Do not be ashamed to think. 42 is himself in agree on this subject. - Ok then... - I just wish this is only for a few months, but it will take more time. - How long ? - I do not know Jeff. The time that you become fully yourself a man already. - I do not understand. - It's normal, it's something related to our laws. I... I love you Jeff, I'd stay with you but this is simply not possible at this time. - Why ? - That is how things work in my world... An adult as I am have the duty, if the youth's request, to teach him the pleasure and passion that one feels when someone loves you, physically and emotionally. But he can not build a serious relationship with him. The last lesson he should teach him is the hardest of all. Is that of separation. - But I do not want to separate myself from you... - I has however have to Jeff... Feel pain and grief of losing someone we love, we can better understand what is love. This allows us to better know yourself and build the future relations more stable and durable. - This means... That we're not be able to see again ? - Of course we will... For once the young become adult, nothing and nobody can prevent him to see for his former partner. And if their mutual feelings have not changed, then nothing and no one can prevent their relationship back, on an equal foot this time. - Really ? - Yes. But I know that... It doesn't happen really often. Time change peoples. The young, and the older too. - Maybe I'll understood that one day, but for now, you know what I want... \"\n\nIn response, Del put again his lips on the mouth of Jeff who let him do that. The cabin door opened and entered Grunion. His snout quivering with delight to feel the hormones strongly concentrated in the rear of the ship and his sex was not long before getting a stiff. Jeff was still in the arms of Del, but he could not take his eyes off the big member of the swine. A quick glance at Del told him that he also appreciated the view.\n\n\"You are making a racket both. I'm sorry but I do want more. I need an ass. - If it does not bother you Jeff, I'll enjoy it a little... \"\n\nJeff looked at his lover somewhat taken aback. Del had always been active in their relations and the idea that he can get fucked had never crossed his mind. Jeff felt a little jealous at the thought of Del being with another but also an intense desire to see him getting fucked in front of him.\n\nDel has offered to Grunion his anus by puting himself on his 4 on the bunk. He anchored the line of his precum hairy, not forgetting to moisten the passage of the testicles with his precum so he can enjoy the pleasure of experiencing the musky scent on it. Hands on Del's shoulders, Grunion fitted the therion quite easily. The seed of swine was one of the most lubricate substances but Grunion, which was not from the last rain, knew that his introduction was also easy because Del, already groaning with pleasure, was far from being virgin from this side too.\n\nLooking those both gross hairy mated was a spectacle of incredible perverse virility in Jeff's eyes, who felt an even stronger hardn than he had before. He surprised even touch a nipple, feeling it stiffen beneath the contact. He wanted to join them but he only had three options. Del's mouth, mouth or Grunion's ass. Jeff did not know whether he would accept such an intrusion, but it is this last option that he was most wanted. Moreover it was the most perverse and tempting for him, it was a way of desecrating the swine in his eyes, because despite everything, he could not forget the pleasure he had had to be deflowered by him, and he still a little other than sexual desire.\n\nJeff opted for this option even more rapidly than was the easiest to implement. Grunion took many by spreading his thighs to give more power to his thrusts, thereby freeing access to the pork butt. To increase his pleasure, Grunion had dropped Del's shoulders to grind his pins. Its rails were only stronger and more powerful hormones released. Jeff, while stroking his manly stiff shaft, knelt behind Grunion, which concentrated on the rails of Del, being aware of the presence of the boy when his tongue licked his hairy anus. He was somewhat taken aback, surprised by the initiative of the boy. From the first lick, Jeff felt addicted to the gesture. From the next movement, he pressed his tongue and licked the ass of Grunion. Every breath through his nose flooded his body with an incredible amount of male hormones which increased his desire constantly. Grunion began to appreciate the initiative of the boy even more easily than the latter began to print a good rhythm to his language passages.\n\nGrunion's pleasure was double and double again by the memories that came from his own childhood. Like all young boars of his kind, Grunion had spent hours playing with the hindquarters of his classmates. Suidae gave much attention to sex education of their young, it being understood that the only adult role was to guide and monitor, not to participate. Very quickly, the family of Grunion had noticed that he was concentrating solely on the ass and the sex of his male friends and male cousins. This trait was confirmed with age when Grunion began to push away girls his age. So naturally, when the family received confirmation that Grunion had begun to produce sperm in the discovery of traces of semence in his bed, he was sent to boarding school to complete his education as cultural and sexual, in accordance with his nature .\n\nVery religious at the base, Grunion, despite the advice of his parents, neglected military careers that were offered to him and turned to the novitiate where he excelled both spiritually and sexually. He quickly received the support to guide novices and younger talent sexual sign swine according to the rites of the gods of acquiescence in the religious life of the applicant, did not cease to grow.\n\nAgain neglecting the advice of his relatives who saw him quickly climb the ranks of the priestly hierarchy, Grunion had opted for a simple monastic life. His sexual experience made him a popular favorite among board swine only turned to same-sex partners.\n\nJeff's tongue carefully rasped the surface of the anus while masturbating. Grunion, which perfectly mastered every muscle in his body, opened his rectum and Jeff was surprised to see his tongue sucked inside. From the first seconds, he felt the intense taste of swine rectum. Intense, but clean. Jeff had a fear of this subject, which had quickly evaporated. In him, he vowed to ask Grunion best ways to have a so clean anal hygiene, so as to benefit to Del, who had remained on the surface.\n\nIf Jeff had the opportunity to put more than his tongue, he would have done. Grunion had to have thought about this possibility because he has turned to whisper a \"wait\" for the teenager excited. With a great roar, Grunion had pleasure in Del's ass, who growled deeply under the influence of cum he sensed in him. Scarcely had the last jet out, Grunion asked to Del to roll on his back and to raise his legs in the air. Del did not try to understand and obey. Then Grunion gently took the boy by hi"
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"value": "### Title: 4 Moms 4 Aidan Ch. 07\n\n### Tags: milf, cheating, friend's mother, big cock, petite, affair, mature\n\n### Characters\n\n**Aidan**: Aidan is the central character, a young and handsome stud who is sexually involved with multiple older women, specifically mothers of his friends. He is confident, dominant, and highly sexual, often manipulating situations to his advantage. He is the son of Lewis West.\n\n**Amanda**: Amanda is a petite, blonde, married mother who is deeply infatuated with Aidan. She is described as having a impressive figure and is highly sexual, often seeking out Aidan for intense sexual encounters. She is married to Simon and is a mother of two.\n\n**Lewis West**: Lewis is Aidan's father, who is often away traveling. He is aware of Aidan's sexual prowess and is proud of it. He is also implied to have had affairs of his own.\n\n### Plot\n\nAidan, a young and handsome stud, has been sexually involved with four older women, all mothers of his friends. He cleverly manages these relationships, ensuring that none of the women know about each other. Aidan's confidence and sexual prowess have completely captivated these women, who are all infatuated with him.\n\nAmanda, one of Aidan's lovers, finds herself deeply drawn to him, seeking out more opportunities to be with him. Their encounters are intense and passionate, with Amanda becoming increasingly adventurous in their sexual activities. One night, Amanda sneaks over to Aidan's house, dressed provocatively, and they engage in a passionate and dominant sexual encounter.\n\nDuring one of their intense sessions, Aidan's father, Lewis West, returns home unexpectedly. He walks in on Aidan and Amanda but does not recognize Amanda. Aidan, aware of his father's presence, continues the encounter, finding the situation arousing. Amanda is initially terrified but eventually gives in to the pleasure. Afterward, Aidan reassures Amanda and they discuss the risks and thrills of their secret affair."
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"value": "*Disclaimer: I am grateful for FeatherArmy who have helped make my story more readable. If there still are errors, then it's my fault. \n\nAll characters in this story are of legal age.* \n\n \n\nDuring the next month Aidan made sure that his relationships with the four hot moms became solid. The four MILFs were all infatuated with the handsome young stud and they all guarded their secret from others. So Aidan met each of his four lovers during the next month, switching between them and making sure they didn't know about each other. Often they would meet at his house for an hour or so of torrid loving and fucking as Aidan's father were away traveling. \n\nBut whenever Aidan was over at one of his friends' house, he noticed how his mature lover always checked out his body from a distance and was smiling at him. It was clear to him that they all were quite taken with him, so he started to seek them out in their home for a quick kiss and a little caress. When none of them objected to this, he knew he had completely seduced them. \n\n \n\nAfter Amanda's second time with Aidan, she had been seeking time alone with her son's best friend. For far too many years, the petite hot blond mother had accepted her own sexual desires had to come second to her family obligations, so now she was determined to make up for lost time. She now had a spectacularly virile young lover who seemed to be the perfect match for her in bed, and neither she nor he showed any sign of getting bored of living out their lusts together. \n\nIt was like she had found Aidan to be a highly addictive drug. When he was over at her house, he would give her a knowing look and a smile, which instantly made her wet. So she looked for more times, more places, and more chances to have sex with her handsome lover. \n\nThey often would meet at Aidan's house where he fucked Amanda in his bed. He also fucked her from behind, while he held her bent over and sprawled out on the kitchen counter. She relentlessly rode his cock on the couch in the living room. Their bodies grew increasingly attuned to each other, and it seemed to Amanda that their orgasms grew more intense as the days passed. \n\nOne night Amanda had sneaked over, with her family thinking she was to attend a meeting. As always, the petite married mother made sure she looked her best for her young lover. Standing 5'5'' in her high-heels, Amanda made sure to dress revealingly, so she could flaunt her impressive figure of 36C-25-38. She was wearing a lavender dress and white heels, a new outfit that she had recently purchased but never worn before. The material was fitted snugly to her upper body and low cut which made her ample cleavage being on display. Beneath the thin material the outline of her bra which cupped and lifted her breasts was observable. Amanda knew she didn't have the biggest breasts, but she dressed so her size C always appeared large against her slim frame. Her long honey blonde hair and blue eyes made her appearance perfect and when she stood before her young lover, she knew she had succeeded. \n\nAidan was smiling triumphantly as he moved to answer the door. He opened the door and took in the sight of Amanda. He pulled her in, closed the door and then engulfed her in his powerful arms. Aidan reached up with his right hand and gripped her chin. He turned her face to him and planted a kiss on her lips. Soon after their lips started to smack as their tongues wrestled, Amanda was feverishly rubbing her young lover's hard shaft through his jeans. Aidan didn't hesitate to reach both hands down and grip her ass, pulling her closer to him. She then wrapped her arms around his neck as they embraced in a long wet kiss. The made out for some time before they walked up to Aidan's bedroom. \n\nIn Aidan's bedroom Amanda got rid of her clothes in a flash and crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees. During the last couple of days she had become more adventurous, so she waggled her heart shaped ass at her young lover and enticed, \"I want to do it doggy style.\" \n\nThe sight brought Aidan's cock to a full stand and he also shed his clothes. Arrogantly he crawled up on the bed and fingered the hot married woman's pussy from behind. Braggingly he stated, \"You're so wet.\" \n\n\"I've been dreaming about this all day,\" Amanda moaned. \"Please, baby. I need you so bad.\" \n\n\"I like how wet you are for me. Feel how hard I am for you?\" Aidan grinned as he pushed 2 fingers into her hot pussy and ground his hard cock between her athletic ass cheeks. \"You like that don't you, Mrs B.? Feeling your son's friend's hard cock rubbing on you, feeling my fingers deep inside your pussy.\" \n\nThe words made Amanda feel so wicked and so aroused. She pushed her ass back against her young lover and his cock touched her pussy. He was so big. \n\n\"Oh, Aidan, please make love to me,\" she groaned. \n\n\"I don't think so, Amanda,\" Aidan said authoritatively as he pulled his fingers out of her hot pussy, \"I'm going to take you from behind like an animal in heat. There will be no lovemaking, this will be pure fucking. You've made me so fucking hard for you.\" \n\nAmanda felt how Aidan pulled her up against him and slipped his long hard cock into her welcoming heat. She shrieked as she felt how his thickness was filling her. \n\n\"You want me to fuck you, don't you Amanda? Not to make love, but to fuck you real good. I know you are so hot for it - for my cock being buried deep in you, sliding in and out... faster and faster.\" Aidan's actions mimicked his words as he teased his blond petite lover. \n\nAmanda felt how the arrogant stud was thrusting his thick dick in so deep that she felt it everywhere inside her. And at the same time he seemed everywhere all around her. He was holding her hands against the mattress, as he sucked and bit on the back side of her slender neck. \n\n\"Oh, God... Aidan, it feels so unbelievably gooooooooood,\" the married mother purred. The naughtiness of it all excited her, her young lover's dominance excited her, his long thick cock excited her, and together the slow, deepness of it all drove her crazy. She tried to increase the speed. \n\n\"What do you want, Mrs B.? Do you want your son's friend to fuck you faster? You have to beg me for it.\" Aidan growled as he held his cock deep inside her. \n\n\"Yes, Aidan... More... please.\" Amanda moaned. \n\n\"You can do better than that, Mrs B.\" Each time he called her \"Mrs B.\", Aidan felt her pussy clench around him. He knew that reminding her of her married status excited her. \"What do you want me to do, Mrs B.? What do you want your teen lover to do to you?\" \n\n\"Fuck me Aidan. Please fuck me like a bitch in heat,\" the mother of two screamed. \n\n\"Are you my bitch, Mrs B.?\" Aidan asked as he reached under her chest and grabbed hold of her C-cup tits. \n\n\"Oh God... yes I'm your bitch... Aidaaaaaaaaaaaaan,\" Amanda shrieked as she almost came off the bed. \n\n\"Tell me what you want, Mrs B.\" Aidan commanded as he rolled her nipples between his fingers and ground his cock deep into her pussy. \n\n\"Fuck me hard, Aidan. Please give it to me fast and hard. Make me cum... yes, yes, yes... so goooooooooooooood,\" Amanda was panting and gasping. \n\nAidan was almost over the edge. Pounding into his friend's hot blond mother so hard from behind that his balls were slapping against her clit and taking her over the edge. \"Take it all, Mrs B. Take it all and cum with me,\" he roared. \n\n\"Yes Aidan, make me your bitch. So good, so fucking goooooooooooood,\" Amanda screamed as she came in a huge climax as she felt her young lover spray her womanhood with his sperm. It felt as if her body was dissolved into atoms of lustfulness before it was reassembled again. \n\nAidan held Amanda until she recovered. \"Feeling good?\" he asked as he toyed with her nipples. \n\n\"Mmm,\" Amanda purred. \"You have no idea how much I needed that. You made me cum so hard.\" \n\nAidan couldn't resist asking, \"Simon doesn't make you cum like that?\" \n\nAmanda didn't even blush at the mention of her husband. She had accepted the affair and she shook her gorgeous head. \"Not even close.\" \n\nAidan loved to make his married lovers compare him to their husband after he had fucked them, \"What makes me a better lover?\" \n\nUncomfortably Amanda shrugged. \"He's not by far as energetic, hard or big as you. You last longer and recover faster too.\" She paused and looked in her teen lover's eyes. \"And I'm absolutely crazy for you. That makes it so much better.\" \n\nThe couple kissed and petted for some time. Nothing frantic happened as they kissed and rubbed their bodies together. \n\nAs Amanda felt her young lover become hard again she pushed him onto his back and moved up so she was straddling Aidan. She took hold of his long hard shaft with her petite hands and moved it up and down her pussy lips, before she let her body move down taking him into her dripping wet vagina. \n\nFrom below Aidan's hands were free to roam over her full tits. He loved her pink nipples and began to caress them, as his blond lover slowly moved up and down his thick shaft. After a while he moved his hands to her thin waist and guided her into riding him with long strokes. Then he went back to feeling her up. \n\nAmanda would raise up until he was barely inside her and then slam down again. She repeated this motion over and over again. Aidan held her swaying breasts in his hands as he sucked on her nipples. She moaned her approval as she enjoyed the young cock that was stuffing her. Amanda rode her young lover that way for a long time. She adjusted her speed to prevent herself from going off because she was enjoying this immensely. Eventually the urge did build in her and she said, \"Give it to me Aidan, I'm so close...\" \n\nAidan put his hands on her hips to help her speed up until she was fucking him like a jackhammer. Soon after Amanda was cumming again with a scream. Aidan rolled around, keeping his cock embedded in her tight pussy and continued to fuck his mature lover. \n\nThe couple were making fierce love in Aidan's bed, when Aidan's father Lewis West walked into his own home. He came home a day earlier than planned and hadn't called and told Aidan. As he walked into the house heheard a noise coming from his son's room. As he slowly went up the stairs to see what was happening, he stopped in the middle of the staircase and listened for a while. He grinned as he became aware of the fact that his son was nailing one of his girlfriends from school upstairs in his bedroom. Over the last couple of years Lewis had used his travels to have several affairs, but never told Aidan about it. But over the last year he had become aware of Aidan's attractiveness to the girls from school. Proud of his son's sexual capability, he smiled and stood still for a while. \n\nLewis was quite drunk as he had taken advantage of the free service on the plane, so he decided to take a quick sneak peak. He walked towards Aidan's bedroom and looked in to find Aidan and Amanda naked and wildly fucking on the bed in the missionary position. But the light was off, and Aidan's huge body concealed Amanda from his father's eyes. Lewis could only see her slender legs around Aidan's hips and some blond hair. \n\nAmanda was in heaven. Aidan had made love to her for an hour, and she had already had several orgasms. Now he had fixed petite body in a powerful grip and was fucking his huge pole deep into her soaking wet pussy. She couldn't move and was moaning as he made her feel a sexual bliss. \n\nLewis paused at the door and said, \"Sorry to disturb you, Aidan, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm home.\" \n\nAmanda immediately recognized Lewis' voice and was terrified. Now her secret would be revealed. \n\nAidan also recognized his father's voice, but he also felt even more aroused. Here he was caught in the act of fucking the wife of his father's friend. He quickly calculated the situation and thought his father couldn't see Amanda under his body, so he pretended to be distracted by his father as he pressed Amanda's face closely to his chest. Then he turned his head and looked at his father as he responded, \"Oh shit, Dad! I'm so sorry, but we just really busy right now. Please close the door and I'll join you later.\" \n\n\"Sure. Take your time, \"Lewis said as he grinned and blinked at Aidan, while trying to check out the hot body of his son's girlfriend, but was disappointed that most of her body was blocked by Aidan. But he did think that she looked pretty damn sexy. \n\nAs soon as Amanda and Aidan heard the door close, Amanda let out a hiss and whispered, \"Please let me go, Aidan. I have to get out of here.\" \n\nAidan was really turned on by the almost exposure, so as he continued to move his hard cock slowly in and out of his married lover and said, \"We can't stop now. My father would expect me to give you a good time. Maybe he's standing outside listening, so we'll have to finish, what we started. So just relax and enjoy it, Baby.\" \n\nIt was a great aphrodisiac to Aidan, that he was fucking his friend's mother, while his father was in the house, so he continued to slowly thrust his cock deep into her. \n\nAmanda didn't know what to do. Sex with Aidan was incredible and even now, just feeling his huge, very hard shaft pulsing deep within her loins felt so good. But she was really disturbed by her near exposure. She knew it would be hell to her marriage if her affair with Aidan was revealed to her husband. But Aidan was amazing and she wished she could stay with him for hours. As she was thinking these thoughts, Aidan push hard against her cervix as he began to move inside her with long hard strokes. \n\nAidan loved to be on top of Amanda's ravishing body. He positioned his elbows on the mattress, just to the sides of her magnificent breasts. He propped himself up and looked down at her gorgeous face and smiled. \n\n\"We have to convince my father that we are going at it hot and heavy,\" Aidan said as he stared into her emotion-filled blue eyes. \n\n\"Are you serious? Aldan, we can't do it with your father in the house. You're so big, that I can't stop cumming if you continued your assault on my body. Please stop for me...,\" Amanda pleaded and placed both hands behind his head, pulling him in for a kiss. \n\n\"Baby, you got me so horny right now - seeing your perfect breasts and cute little body make me so hard. We can't stop now.\" As Aidan said this, he began moving his hips, thereby grinding his fully engorged and throbbing penis in Amanda's exceptionally tight and moist pussy. \n\nAmanda moaned, as her vagina was reawakening to the pleasures of her young lover's continuing movement within her. She continued to whimper as Aidan started to grind his massive cock deep in her drenched love canal. As she looked up at him, she took in his beautifully shaped and defined torso. She loved how he almost knew her body better than herself. She moved her manicured hands to his perfect ass and pulled him into her body just a bit. But this slight motion caused his steel hard shaft to push against her cervix and she gasped with a mixture of pain and pleasure. \n\nWith each circular movement, Aidan's shaft pressed hard against Amanda's pubic bone, and the pleasure he was providing her with was incredible. His cock felt absolutely massive within her. And now that he was moving it around in her, it seemed to have swelled to an even greater size, and it was as hard as steel. She could feel yet another orgasm starting to build deep within her loins. She couldn't believe that such a simple and slight movement such as what Aidan was doing at the moment could excite her this way, but he felt so good to her, and she loved looking at his beautiful body propped above her. So right now it didn't matter at all, that his father was in the house. She just wanted to prolong this feeling. \n\nAidan loved how Amanda's incredibly tight pussy was grasping his hard cock. And looking down on her beautiful face framed by her silky blond hair was such a turn on for him. He could see that she no longer cared about being discovered by his father. He took in the sight of the married wife's full round tits with their excited nipples. They were just perfect he thought. He leaned in and first sucked and then nibbled each nipple and breast. Then, still on his elbows, he moved his lips to Amanda's neck and gently kissed her there. Moving now to her beautiful lips, the two lovers locked their mouths in a passionate kiss. Amanda moved her hands up her teen lover's muscular back to the back of his head, and pulled his head to her as they continued to kiss deeply. \n\nAidan now began sliding slowly out and then back into Amanda's sopping wet pleasure hole. This caused her to experience wave after wave of physical pleasure. Amanda loved the feeling as her body shuddered and twitched as her lover started to fuck her. When he would withdraw his throbbing member, Amanda marvelled at how empty her pussy felt. And, as he re-entered her drenched vagina, she thrilled at the feeling of his thick mushroom head as she felt it re-stretch her, and she loved the feeling of his thick, pulsing shaft moving hard within her. With each successive thrust, Aidan picked up the pace as he fucked her. \n\nSeparating from their prolonged kiss, Aidan raised himself over the hot MILF, placing the palms of his hands on either side of her torso. Now Amanda explored Aidan's ripped upper body with her hands as he began to piston in and out of her, frequently hitting her cervix with his cock. She loved watching his defined and hard torso; it enhanced the excitement that was coursing through her loins. The pleasure for Amanda was incredible as Aidan was now pumping in and out of her pussy with increased speed. Her body shook each time he plunged his hard shaft into her. And while she desperately tried to be silent, Amanda's orgasm overwhelmed her completely as Aidan fucked her furiously. Her vagina was awash with her own love juices as she came once again with a scream. \n\nAidan watched the married beauty below him as the throes of her orgasm overtook her. Her eyes were closed tightly, and she was now yelling and gasping in pleasure as she placed her hands firmly on her his ass, trying to pull his massive pleasure shaft even more deeply into her. Truly, she seemed to have no control over her body whatever. \n\nAidan's long hard pole was pummelling her, and the pleasure it was providing Amanda with was causing her body to shudder, writhe, and twitch uncontrollably. Aidan loved the tight feeling of her pussy. And he loved the fact that his best friend's married mother was giving into his relentless fucking and not caring about be discovered. He felt his own climax beginning to build within him, and he knew that in only a moment he would once again be emptying his cum deep into Amanda's womb. \n\nAidan was so turned on by watching Amanda's beautiful petite body wracked in pleasure as a result of his efforts. Her wonderful breasts shook with each thrust of his. Her beautiful face was clearly showing how totally consumed her body was with the moment. Aidan felt his balls contract and his muscles stiffen even more as he reached one of the most satisfying climaxes of his life. He slammed his rock hard cock deep into his married beauty, causing her to yell in pain and pleasure. He held himself within her, his penis plugged into her cervix, emptying more of his sperm into her warm pleasure channel. \n\nSimultaneous with his climax, Amanda felt yet another orgasm of her own wash over her. She was exhausted with the physical pleasure that she felt, and she realized that she had no control whatsoever of her body. Aidan's fucking had provided Amanda with a level of sexual satisfaction that she had never before experienced. Looking up at her perfectly formed teen lover was such a turn on for her. Seeing his perfect body as it moved back and forth and fucked her sent a thrill through her. \n\nAs he collapsed onto her, Amanda wrapped her slender arms around his muscled torso, holding him tightly to her. She was totally fulfilled sexually. She knew at that moment that she would do whatever Aidan wanted her to do at any time. As her young lover lay panting atop of her, she kissed his face and neck repeatedly, loving the feeling of his still pulsing massive shaft that completely filled her drenched pussy. \nAidan was still lying atop of Amanda, holding her tightly and keeping his still fully aroused cock deep inside of her when he said, \"That was fucking awesome, Amanda. You're the best\" \n\nAidan moved his lips to her neck, just below her hairline and kissed her hard, leaving a clear mark on her that could be seen easily if she lifted her hair. \n\nStill breathing heavily from her own multiple orgasms of the last ten minutes, Amanda responded, \"We shouldn't have done this with your father in the house. I was worried I would be too loud and I think I was right. You feel so incredible in me and you made me scream my head off.\" \n\n\"If I know my father right, he has being drinking on the flight home, so he can sleep when he comes home. So he's probably passed out in the den. But I'll go check on him. His surprising arrival has made us extend our time together. So you should be more worried about your husband. I mean, I don't think he would take real well to waking up with his pretty little wife missing.\" \n\nAidan lifted himself a bit, as if he were going to pull out of his married lover. She, with a panicked look on her face, glanced at the clock on the bed-stand and noticed it was already midnight. They had been at it for three hours. \n\nAidan smiled as he looked down at his beautiful conquest. She was so fucking hot, he thought to himself. He loved fucking her petite beautiful body, and he knew she would do it whenever he wanted. \n\n\"Relax, Amanda. You just have to say that you were caught up gossiping with some of your friends.\" \n\n\"Alright, but I have to go,\" Amanda said, as she felt a pang of guilt for what she was doing. \"Aidan, I really want you to know that I love to be married. But I just can't resist you.\" \n\n\"It's alright Amanda,\" Aidan replied as he got up from the bed."
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"value": "### Title: Aurecht--surrogate host by Doc Hauke\n\n### Tags: Abduction, Fox, Impregnation, M/M, Reptile, Wolf\n\n**Characters**\n\n- **Galliard**: A dark-colored wolf anthro with memory loss and injuries. He's the protagonist who finds himself in a mysterious cave.\n- **Danon**: A large, overweight red fox anthro with a white jaw and paws. He's Galliard's initial caretaker in the cave.\n- **Aurecht**: A large, looming reptilian creature with scales, claws, wings, and a serpentine tail. He's the one who initially attacked Galliard and later impregnates him.\n\n**Plot**\n\nGalliard, a wolf anthro, wakes up injured and with memory loss in a cave. He meets Danon, a large fox anthro who tends to him and reveals that Galliard was brought there by Aurecht, a reptilian creature. Galliard learns he's being kept in a cage and is fed by Danon. Later, Aurecht visits Galliard and impregnates him with eggs, with Danon's assistance. Danon reveals that he usually serves as the host for Aurecht's eggs but needed a break, so Galliard was chosen as the new host. Galliard experiences a mix of pain, fear, and unexpected feelings of completion as Aurecht implants the eggs. Danon hints at a potential rivalry between him and Galliard over Aurecht's attention."
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"value": "Galliard the wolf rubbed his thigh, where a long wicked scratch across his leg brought back fuzzy, indistinct memories. The scratch hurt, his head hurt, his shoulder hurt. He reached around and felt along his shoulder blade, and along his neck. Wincing, he found the cause of the pain in his shoulder and head, and possibly the cause of his memory lapse; there was a bite back there, a bite made by long fangs. Fangs with venom, he remembered...where were his clothes? Whose bed was this?\n\n'Ah, you're up!' The speaker was a fox, big for his size but not as large as Galli. While the larger wolf was darker colored, the fox was a typical rusty red except for the white jaw and paws. 'He's not used to using that much venom, he was sure you would wake up eventually, but I thought I would watch you anyway.'\n\n'Who...' Galliard started to ask, but he rubbed his head instead. It was an effort to move, he felt wobbly and his leg still hurt.\n\n'He calls himself Aurecht. You'll meet him shortly. I'm Danon, and you're...?' The fox looked at him expectantly.\n\n'I'm Galliard. I was on my way to...somewhere, I don't remember what happened. Where is this?' Looking around for the first time, the wolf could see nothing remarkable. Dirt floor, stone walls; it was as if they were in a cave. There was a small amount of artificial light, coming from his own flashlight. The fox must have gone through his things while he was out. 'I was walking on my way to the next town, and--what day is it? Have I missed the connection in Port town?'\n\nDanon smiled and brought over a bowl of something that smelled decent. Galliard noticed that the fox waddled as he walked, as though overweight. He had quite a gut, which would be extraordinary for someone who lived in a cave in the middle of nowhere. The fox put the bowl down and said 'You don't need to worry about where or how or why for quite a while. Things will be very simple for you. He walked away, and fumbled with what Galliard slowly realized was a door...a cage! He shut the door behind himself as he walked away.\n\n'No, don't!' Galliard tried to get up but his head spun, and his leg protested immediately. He sank back into the bed he had slept in for however long, and moaned quietly.\n\nHe dozed off again. When he woke, he noticed the food was still there. Cold, but still good, he ate it. It was a mix of some sort of venison, he guessed, and common vegetables. The fox was a decent hunter, which made his big gut more perplexing. He wasn't very agile, from what Galliard could see.\n\nMulling over the mystery of how chubby, awkward Danon could procure such fare, the wolf finished his meal. As Galliard came closer to finishing, his movements slowed instinctively; realized he was being watched. It was large and looming, but in shadows; it didn't seem to be trying too hard to remain hidden, yet it had for a significant amount of time. The profile of the shadow sparked a memory in Galli's head. The shape hopped towards him and hissed.\n\nGalliard jumped backwards, hitting his head against the wall of the cage. Cursing, he stumbled to get up but the thing had gotten into the cage, and closed the distance from the door to the makeshift bed the wolf was using. Claws and wings encircled him, a serpentine tail wrapping around his leg. One of the claws of the beast raked its way across his leg, reopening the wound there...this was his original attacker. The jaws of the scaled thing rested on his shoulder, even mimicking the same bite spot. This was a creature of habit, running through some programmed attack.\n\nThe fangs sunk into the pre-made holes, and Galliard felt dizzy again. However, he retained consciousness this time. The only symptom of the venom seemed to be a weakness, a failing of coordination and an inability to concentrate hard.\n\n'Be still,' a hissed voice came in his ear. The thing's tail worked its way around his leg, moving up his thigh. Having no clothes on, the wolf was able to feel the scaled appendage combing across his fur, wedging itself between his own tail and leg. Then came another insult, a violation; he felt a probing, prodding organ, seeking its way under his tail with all of the mobility of a finger; it found his asshole and started working its way inside.\n\n'Take it easy!' the fox barked. Galliard looked around, but couldn't see Danon, who continued 'I keep telling you, that hurts. Hold on.'\n\nGalliard couldn't move his head to look at what was going on, but he felt Danon spreading something over his hole and across the member of the winged reptile. It kept quiet while the fox worked.\n\n'There,' Danon said. 'Go ahead.' The intrusion began anew, but at least this time the way was dampened and slick. The organ was very thin, and went deep, deeper than Galliard thought was possible.\n\n'Is it the venom?' he thought to himself. Some sort of misinterpretation of what he was feeling? But it seemed real, as though the organ was reaching several feet along his intestine, winding its way through as it went deeper and deeper.\n\nThe reptile squealed something, panting and breathing hard. There was a sudden increase in pressure at Galliard's hole, as though someone else were pressing against the ring with a large blunt object, but the creature's organ was already there. The fox knelt before Galliard and arranged himself so that the paralyzed wolf could see him clearly. 'Just relax,' the fox said. 'Aurecht's ovipositor is inside you. We needed another host to take over a little bit for me. Normally this is my job, but I've carried so many lately that we needed to give my body a break. Just relax.'\n\nAs the fox talked the pressure became greater, as though the ovipositor was growing, swelling to larger size. The reptile, Aurecht, panted some more, and made another low squeal. It became more and more uncomfortable for Galliard, feeling himself being stretched. He resisted the feeling, pushing back, but felt with every second that he was losing ground.\n\nFinally, there was a point where he couldn't push any more. He held his breath for a few seconds, trying to hang on, and exhaled with a whimper as he gave up. Aurecht grunted almost in unison with the wolf, and Galliard felt something move past his ring all the way inside him, carried along by Aurecht's ovipositor.\n\nGalliard whimpered but the fox had gone. Aurecht answered him instead. 'I'm saddling you with some eggs to give the fox a rest. Be still, or I'll bite you again.' He grunted, tensing, and Galliard felt another push at his butt, another egg on its way inside. Just as the first one was, the egg was a tight fit. Not so much because he wanted to, but because of the painfulness of the necessary stretch required by the wolf's butthole, Galliard resisted the intrusion. Tears welled up in his eyes as he continually sucked in breath, holding it inside as he pushed back.\n\nAurecht didn't seem to have it easy either; he would sometimes make that squeaking sound, or pant as he gripped the wolf close, sometimes humping him out of frustration. Finally, the egg made it past its widest point; with a gasp from the wolf and a satisfied grunt from the scaly beast, it slipped inside and began winding its way up inside Galliard. Aurecht continued panting and sometimes humping the wolf, groaning from time to time.\n\nThere was a new sensation that suddenly appeared, almost in the center of Galliard's belly: a cold spot that began as a pinprick and then grew, reminding him of when a hand or foot falls asleep. It was localized to a spot on his abdomen, and he whined a little.\n\n'Shush,' Aurecht said. 'I've planted the first one. It will incubate, feed on your blood and grow...'\n\n'Grow..' croaked Galliard. 'How much bigger?\n\nThe reptile hissed and then grunted a little, starting to work a third egg inside of the wolf. 'Depends on...how much you eat...and how fast,' he gasped and said hurriedly between breaths.\n\nThe wolf gritted his teeth and tried to relax, but the size of the incoming eggs was just too much to relax through. The thought of these things growing to even larger size made him look forward to the prospect of expelling them...laying them... with dread. They barely fit now, how must it feel to have to push them back out?\n\nHowever...there were other feelings, too. Perhaps brought on by the venom, or by some secret desire deep inside the wolf's mind--the thought that this was somehow something that made him complete, somehow letting him fulfill a special role that he had wanted but never thought he could play. 'How...how many will there be?' he asked softly.\n\nAurecht grunted as he worked to get the third egg past the wolf's sphincter. He didn't answer; this was hard on both of them, Galliard thought. Maybe it was even harder on Aurecht than on himself, trying to push the eggs inside of a host, along the winding internal passages, until the creature found a good spot to attach it somehow.\n\nThe wolf waited a while, then said softly 'I had five siblings...that's a usual size for a she-wolf.\n\n'Aahhh,' Danon said from out of view. 'It seems we have another convert, Aurecht. Go ahead and give him five, if you've got 'em inside you.' The fox leaned in, close to the wolf's face, and said 'But don't forget, Galliard! I saw him first.'"
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"value": "### Title: Dad's Love: Ch 1 Always Joe by the roo\n\n### Tags: Domination/Submission, Father, Feline, Foot Fetish, Gay, Hindpaw, Incest, M/M, Son, Sweat, Tiger, dad\n\n### Characters\n\n**Nick**: A seventeen-year-old anthro tiger who is the son of Joe. Nick is respectful and understanding of his father's busy schedule, often reassuring Joe that he is fine on his own. He has a close bond with his father and wears his flannel shirts to feel closer to him.\n\n**Joe**: Nick's father, a large and muscular anthro tiger who works hard to support his son. Joe had Nick when he was seventeen and has been raising him alone since Nick's mother left. He is dedicated to his work and tries to spend time with Nick whenever possible.\n\n### Plot\n\nNick, a seventeen-year-old anthro tiger, shares a close bond with his father, Joe, who works tirelessly to support them. Joe, despite his youthful appearance, is a dedicated father who had Nick when he was just a teenager. Nick's mother left when he was young, leaving Joe to raise him alone. Nick understands his father's busy schedule and reassures him that he is fine on his own.\n\nOne evening, after a long workout, Nick feels lonely and decides to wear one of his father's flannel shirts to feel closer to him. The scent of the shirt comforts him, reminding him of his father's presence. As he lies in bed, he finds one of Joe's socks in the shirt sleeve, which brings back childhood memories. Nick drifts off to sleep, feeling content and safe.\n\nNick has a vivid and inappropriate dream involving his father, which startles him awake. He realizes the inappropriate nature of his dream and is taken aback by his thoughts. The dream highlights the complex emotions and closeness Nick feels towards his father, but also the boundaries that should not be crossed."
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"value": "Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff\n\nNick was hugged by his large six foot seven tiger of a father just as the big male was getting ready to leave for work. \"Look bud, I promise we'll at least go to the gym together more often, alright?\" he reassured his son, giving him a light tap to his maw with his knuckle. \"Joe...\" Nick said, referring to his father, \"...I know why you're busy, don't worry about me.\" The seventeen year old tiger never liked calling his dad, dad. It was because the male looked like he was in his mid twenties and he seemed to flinch at the title of dad. To Nick, it made sense after hearing about how Joe and Nick's mom had their kid when they were seventeen themselves.\n\nEver since Nick's mom found out she was pregnant, Joe became a hard working male to support his future kit. But to put weight on the selfless cat's burdens, Nick's mom had split when he was seven, leaving Joe to raise his kid all by himself. And because of this Nick had utter respect for his father and gave him some slack, convincing himself into being satisfied with going to the gym every now and then, together. Though no matter how much he worked out, somehow Nick couldn't keep pace with his hulking muscle mass of a dad. No wonder Joe could pull off some of those long double shifts while his son spent most of his time studying.\n\nAt school there were some rumors going on around about Nick amongst the councilors. That his father was too much of a role model for him and that Nick needed more friends. The teenaged tiger thought it was a load of crap. But as Nick reassured his father that he'd be fine and gave him one last hug, his heart sank as soon as the door closed. He realized he was going to be alone again for another long weekend. The only time he'd probably get to see Joe was if he cracked the door to peek in on him sleeping.\n\nAs his thick, heavy foot-paws pushed down on the creaky floor boards, he let out a yawn, bearing his perfect pearly white cat fangs as he felt himself getting tired. The sun was setting and he had had a long workout after school. But as he got to the top of the stairs, Nick suddenly stopped, slowly turning his head to look into his father's room on the right. He ran his paw through his short, black head fur, looking down at the floor and then his father's open closet. Letting out a long sigh, he walked in.\n\nMaking his way straight for the closet, Nick rummaged through his dad's hamper until he found what he was looking for. Since Joe worked a lot, the tiger didn't mind wearing a four of his flannel shirts days in a row. There was a red one, two blues, and a green. They usually didn't get washed until the green one was drenched in sweat by the end of the month. Picking the red one with big red checkers and white lining, Nick wore it over his white beater. On him, it was so big that it almost reached past his toned butt in his gray sweats. Pressing his tan nose into the collar of the shirt, he suddenly didn't feel so alone, like the thick musky scent of his dad made him feel safe. Wrapping it around himself like a blanket, he walked towards his room and settled into his messy bed.\n\nWhile lying in bed, Nick felt something bulging in the right short sleeve of his dad's shirt. Reaching into the sleeve, he was surprised to find one of the big tiger's long white socks with the red rings around the top. It suddenly brought back memories of when he was a young kit. His dad would come home and Nick would help him take off those enormous boots of his before Joe would swing him from between his legs as he sat on the couch. Just out of stupid curiosity, Nick pressed the sock to his nose, \"Oh wow!\" he laughed, the sock smelling just like the ones that were scattered across his room. It seemed he and Joe shared something else other than their good looks. Using the extra slack in his dad's flannel shirt, Nick wrapped himself up, burying his maw in the collar of the shirt, feeling almost as happy as if his dad were there as he drifted off.\n\nAs the door opened, Nick kneeled there on his knees and the soles of his foot-paws. He was shirtless, exposing this thick orange brown happy trail that went from the center of his chest and in between his solid abdomen, all the way to his crotch. The only clothing he wore was his tattered sweats and a studded collar around his neck. As Joe stepped through the door, Nick noticed he had his red flannel shirt unbuttoned, exposing his own pubic fur trail, though his was drenched in a thick film of sweat. Standing over Nick, he had an almost demanding look on his face, as if Nick should know what was supposed to come next.\n\nJoe lifted his black leather boot and then Nick was straining when he was pushed back onto his elbows. A look of concern showed on his face as he looked up at the father he loved so much. But then all of a sudden he somehow finally understood. Reaching up to the tightly pulled laces on the boot pressed against his chest, the young tiger's heart pounded and it became harder for him to breathe as he slowly undid the knot. As soon as the boot loosened around the big tiger's foot-paw, Nick pulled it off, pressing his short maw into the boot, so as to inhale the thick sweaty stink of Joe's drenched leather. With excitement he held the boot in one paw and nuzzled his cheek against Joe's sock covered foot-paw with the other.\n\nThe big tiger let off a playful yet intimidating growl as he took the boot away from Nick and pressed his giant foot-paw down into the male's chest, pushing him to the floor. Licking his lips, Joe continued to growl as he stroked his digits over his son, forcing him to moan as his padded toes teased the tiger teen's nipples, the thick material of his socks making the teasing even worse. Nick eyes watered with thin tears of satisfaction, reaching past the rim of his sweats, pawing fiercely at his eight and half inch barbed cock. As Joe's big toe closed around his neck as best it could, Nick didn't hesitate when he grabbed the big male's foot-paw and started tugging at the sock covering it with his teeth. When it was off, Nick only gave Joe one last look before burying his maw into the thick, sweaty cracks of the grown tiger's foot-paw, drowning in the stink of the strong male.\n\nJoe threw his head back as he ripped open his jeans, whipping out his extremely thick cock that nearly reach his knees, bellowing as he stroked his meat. As his son lovingly worshipped his sweaty foot-paw, Nick started to pant and buck his hips, feeling himself getting close. Looking over the stronger tiger's soles, he recognized something in the dominating male's eyes. As Joe's eyes clenched in near orgasm, Nick saw the admiration and love the big tiger had for him, just barely hidden behind the need for control. As he thrust harder, Nick whimpered, \"Ungh...Joe...!\" Shooting his load all over the big tiger's football sized calves under his jeans; Nick opened his maw as he saw Joe's thick jizz falling towards his face.\n\nNick suddenly jumped awake, panting, his chest bulging and covered in sweat as he clenched his eyes, feeling the end of an almost ongoing orgasm. Shooting thick strands up and all over his bottom jaw, the teen almost immediately snapped out of it, considering the truly perverted dream he just had. Looking around while running his claws through his hair, Nick noticed he was still wearing Joe's flannel shirt and he was drenched in sweat. Eyes wide, he mumbled, \"Oh shit...\"\n\nMore to come?"
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"value": "### Title: Between Dreams and Nightmares by Tootall\n\n### Tags: Christianity, Clean, Hate, Love, M/F, MLP, Punishment\n\n### Characters\n\n**Princess Celestia**: An alicorn pony who is the ruler of the day in Equestria. She is responsible for raising the sun each morning and is revered by the denizens of Equestria. She is the elder sister of Princess Luna and is initially close to her, but their bond is strained due to Luna's growing resentment.\n\n**Princess Luna**: Also known as Nightmare Moon, she is an alicorn pony and the ruler of the night in Equestria. She is responsible for bringing the night and is initially close to her sister, Princess Celestia. However, her jealousy and anger towards her sister and the lack of appreciation for her nights lead her to transform into Nightmare Moon, plunging the world into eternal night.\n\n### Plot\n\nIn the world of Equestria, dominated by anthro equines, two alicorn sisters, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, are born to rule the day and night respectively. Initially close, their bond begins to fray as Princess Luna grows jealous of the praise her sister receives for bringing the day, while her own efforts to create beautiful nights go unappreciated. This jealousy festers into anger and resentment over a thousand years, culminating in Princess Luna transforming into Nightmare Moon and declaring eternal night.\n\nPrincess Celestia, unable to reason with her sister, is forced to fight against her to bring back the day. Despite the support of Equestria's denizens, she struggles to overcome Nightmare Moon's power. Ultimately, she resorts to using the Elements of Harmony to defeat her sister and restore the day. As punishment, Princess Celestia imprisons Nightmare Moon within the moon, renaming it 'The Mare in the Moon' to serve as a reminder of her sister's actions. However, the eternal nature of this imprisonment is uncertain, as fate often intervenes in such matters."
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"value": "BETWEEN DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES\n\nA great man once said, 'When we are first born into the world, we are born innocent. (We are free of the obligations of others to judge us otherwise.') We are free of the obligations or expectations of others, who would judge us otherwise If that saying is true, what is it that turns such innocence into evil? It is believed that there are only two ways that this could happen; the first is voluntary; as that person chooses their course of action. (The second is when the choice is forced upon us and other judges us as evil.) The second is when a choice is forced upon us and others judge our actions as evil. It can be something simple as that of a different point of view.\n\nCase in point, back in the medieval age the Catholic Church went on all of those holy wars to rid the world of all those other old religions, proclaiming them to be worshiping of false gods and/or demons. Could those old religions be truly wrong or their followers in worship of actual evil ones?, But then when you look at it in another light, the Catholic Church could be considered evil; as they went about the world, sending out their believers who thought their god was the true God and all others false. Giving those others the only option of convert or die.\n\nSome believe that the Crusades were nothing more than a means to rid the world of the old and make way for a new religion. (In the name of their God, they sent several thousands of people and such to their early graves, just to proclaim themselves to be the true followers of the true faith.) In the name of their god, they sent many thousands of people to their early graves, believing themselves justified in cleansing the world of evil. But who gave them the right to judge others as evil or their God to be the real/true God? I guess it really comes down to one's point of view. There is one truth that rings true to everyone and can be found almost in that of every holy text; Love thy Neighbor. For is it not true that in the eyes of any religion that each individual is equal and upon that of our day of judgment, we judged by the one who does have the right to weigh our deeds and how we lived our lives?\n\nI mean, if we were all born the same, thought the same, and worshiped the same god, wouldn't that make us all...stale. I mean; is it not that diversity that helps us grow and expand as a people? With that diversity we get to look at things from different angles, go about things in different ways, etc...;\n\nForgive me; I seem to have gotten caught up in a sensitive topic that will most likely anger a great number of people. But who is it to say that one is truly evil, when their own point of view is set in only one path?\n\n(END PROLOG)\n\nCH1 And thus, we come to the world of Equestria, a world very much like that of our own. Blue skies and seas, great expanses of land covered in mountains and forest, deep canyons and mountains that look to reach high into the sky to surpass even that of the highest clouds. Though the one thing that makes this land stand alone or differ from that of our own, is that the world is dominated, not by man, but by equines/horses. To this we look a little closer and we find that even in this world of horses and equines we find one who has been labeled...evil. When you look past the label, past the shell that was placed upon this poor individual named Nightmare Moon, what do you truly see?\n\nAt one time, she was no different than any other average Alicorn pony. As with any other Alicorn, she was born with a pair of wings that allowed her to soar amongst the clouds, as well as a horn upon her brow that allowed her to do incredible feats of magic that the average Unicorn could never hope to accomplish. Through all that, many would believe she would live an average life, but her life was anything but ordinary for that of an Alicorn. Upon the day of her birth her mother surprised the kingdom of Equestria with fraternal twins. The first born was that of a white pony and to this white pony was given the name, Princess Celestia, the Princess that would one day come to rule the day. The second born was that of a dark as night pony and to this unusual dark colored pony was given the name, Princess Luna, the Princess that would one day come to rule the night.\n\nEven though the two sisters were born just moments apart, neither thought themself the better of the other and the two lived to grow up in royal splendor. With time'a passing and the two grew into their station, they were bequeathed the charge of bringing the day and the night. To Princess Celestia came the duty of raising the sun each morning and to Princess Luna that of the night. Both sisters took to the task set before them and did their duty as Princesses of the land with great splendor, but as time wore on there came a rift between the two that would one day split the happy sisters in twain.\n\nLike all places, the sun brought forth the beginning of the new day and the waking of the denizens of Equestria. The ponies of the land would rise from their slumber and go forth to greet the new day and beginning their lives refreshed and anew. Upon the setting of the night came the time for the denizens of Equestria to return to their beds, to seek slumber and rest from their activities during the day. So as one might imagine, the denizens of the land sought out and gave great praise to Princess Celestia for bringing forth the day, but to Princess Luna their came no praise and her nights were ignored, unappreciated.\n\nIt was with this, Princess Luna began to become jealous of her sister. Just like her sister, Princess Luna put forth a great effort to make her nights as wonderful as her sister's days, but no matter how much effort she put forth to create her nights, there were no ponies to appreciate her hard/beautiful labor. The soft breezes that cooled the world from her sister's warm days, the soft twinkle of her stars that made up so many different images painted in the heavens, and the gentle glow of her moon that so many poems of love and romance were written about.\n\nSo it went thru the passage of time (1,000 years to exact) and Princess Luna began to change. The jealously that once seemed such a trifle of a thing, began to change into something else and that something else was called anger. Princess Luna began to despise her sister for her days and all those that ignored her own wonderful nights. How dare the denizens of Equestria praise her sister for her days and not for her night's? This anger, this feeling of resentment against her sister only grew with time and it was upon one such day that this Princess Luna could no longer contain her anger. Thus, Nightmare Moon was born.\n\nUpon the night that Nightmare Moon was born out of Princess Luna's form, she made a declaration that she would no longer stand for her nights to be ignored. To that end, she would not relent her nights to Princess Celestia's days. She would get the recognition that she deserved and would finally be praised for her hard labors upon that of her nights. Wouldn't one think that over the passage of so many nights, her actions might just be seen as justified? I mean, who doesn't wish for one's hard work/labor to be appreciated, and who is it to say that once she'd finally gotten her recognition that she would relent her eternal night to the coming of her sisters sun/day. Being short or narrow sighted, it was believed that the new Princess Luna/Nightmare-Moon would never relent her nights and was thus labeled...; evil.\n\nNow, with the declaration of Nightmare Moon to plunge the world into night eternal, Princess Celestia came forth and began to plead with her sister. At one time the sisters were almost inseparable from the other, but now there was such a rift between them that there seemed to be no way to actually mend their supposed unbreakable bond. It was in that moment of narrowsitedness that Princess Celestia focused only upon the effects of the actions of her sister and the die was cast. To bring the day back to her subjects, Princess Celestia fought against her beloved sister. Though she fought with the love and admiring cheers of the denizens of Equestria, she couldn't best her sister. It was then that she brought forth the only thing that would tip the scales in her favor, the Elements of Harmony. With their power, she was able to finally best her sister and bring forth the day once more.\n\nFor her supposed 'Evil' actions, Princess Celestia sentenced her sister to be imprisoned with her moon. While her sister remained there to serve out her sentence of punishment for casting the world of Equestria into eternal night, Princess Celestia took it upon herself to bring forth both the night and the day. In hope of reminding her subjects of the land the error of Nightmare Moon's ways, the moon was re-named, 'The Mare in the Moon'. And so it was believed that the Moon would serve as Nightmare Moon's prison forever. As with all things that are believed to last forever, fate always loves to step in and prove that wrong.\n\nThanks to DasherCheetah for this\n\nIf you like this version please leave comment and let me know to have him as my beta reader"
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"value": "### Title: Maxie Reckless and the Kith #05\n\n### Tags: story, fairies, fae, fantasy, maxie, reckless, kith\n\n### Characters\n\n**Maxie**: The protagonist, a half-Kith outsider who is trying to find her place among the Kith. She is curious, somewhat flippant, and determined to survive in a world she doesn't fully understand.\n\n**Zin**: A Faoikith and an exile who becomes Maxie's guardian. She is initially stern and serious but shows a softer side as she interacts with Maxie. Zin is knowledgeable about the Kith culture and is tasked with guiding Maxie through the Bondings.\n\n**The Eldest**: A matronly figure among the Kith who is skeptical of Maxie's origins and intentions. She is strict and demands proof of Maxie's Kith lineage, threatening severe consequences if Maxie cannot prove herself.\n\n**Elle and Eamon (the twins)**: Two anthro characters who accompany Maxie and provide her with information and support. Elle is more vocal and shares crucial details about the Kith and the dangers they face.\n\n**Filistata**: A small anthro creature called an ixling that accompanies Maxie, providing comfort and companionship.\n\n### Plot\n\nMaxie, a half-Kith outsider, finds herself in a precarious situation as she eavesdrops on a conversation between Zin and the Eldest. The Eldest expresses distrust towards Maxie, questioning her Kith lineage and suggesting she might be a Folakith, a malevolent entity among the Kith. Zin, despite being an exile, advocates for Maxie, arguing that the Kith are not executioners and that Maxie deserves a chance to prove herself.\n\nThe Eldest agrees to give Maxie a chance, but only if Zin takes responsibility for her. Zin must expose Maxie to the Bondings, rituals that grant Kith natural abilities, to determine which family Maxie belongs to. If Maxie cannot find a family or if Zin gives up, Maxie will be named Folakith and put to death. This task is daunting, as the journey through the Glade will be perilous, and Zin's own status as an exile complicates matters.\n\nMaxie, understanding the gravity of her situation, accepts Zin's guidance. Zin explains the nature of the Folakith and the Bondings, highlighting the differences between human and Kith societies. Maxie, determined to survive, agrees to embark on this journey with Zin, hoping to find her place among the Kith and avoid the dire consequences of being labeled a Folakith."
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"value": "When I reach the throne room (the twins at my heels), I can hear the voice of the Eldest before I even show up. That shrill, matronly tone isn't one I'll soon forget, so I take pause, lingering outside the entrance for a moment to hear what's being said. \n\n\"We still can't trust her.\" The voice of the Eldest. I can only *assume* she's talking about me. \n\n\"She's Kith!\" came the fast retort. It's also a voice I recognize, one I've become intimate with in the past few hours - Zin. \n\n\"She's half-Kith, if that. And we don't even know what faction she's from - she could be Folakith! That would explain why she hasn't expressed characteristics of any specific Kith.\" The Eldest again. Ella squeaks softly, and I elbow her in the ribs to be quiet. \n\nZin raises her voice, taking a tone I've never heard her use before. \"You would dare accuse someone of being Folakith?\" she snarls. \"You don't even know this woman, and you would-\" \n\nShe's abruptly cut off, though I can't see by what. It's a few moments before someone speaks again, and it's Zin. \"I... I just think she deserves the benefit of the doubt. The Kith aren't executioners, we never have been. And we certainly don't execute our own.\" Her tone is more mild now; she's trying to be reasonable. \n\nThere's another pause, a palpable tension and anger. I hear the voice of the Eldest again. \"If you, fugitive, advocate for her...\" \n\n\"Eldest-\" Zin attempts to interject. She fails. \n\n\"If you advocate for her then she shall be your responsibility,\" the Eldest continues. \"Expose her to the Bondings until you find which family she belongs to. If you cannot find a family she belongs to, or if you give up, then she will be named Folakith and put to death.\" \n\nI turn to the twins with a mildly constipated look. \"This doesn't sound good,\" I whisper. \n\nElle nods at me. \"Zin's an exile. To carry you across the Glade might spell her doom if she is... accused.\" She's holding something back, that much I can tell. But I'm also smart enough to tell that the thing she's hiding isn't something she's going to open up about if I ask. I decide to let it slip. \n\nThe eavesdropped conversation between Zin and the Eldest ends abruptly and I hear fast-moving footsteps moving back down the hallway, toward the twins and I. I clear my throat and try to look natural, backing up before starting to walk towards the sound, as if I had just started sauntering over and hadn't yet heard anything. As I quickly see, the source of the footsteps is Zin herself, looking... well, I'd say \"the worse for wear\" except for the fact that she looks like she'd just as soon kill me as talk to me. \"You, outsider,\" she grumbles as she comes near to me. \"Are going to get me killed.\" \n\n\"Are we giving up on the \"Maxie\" thing and going back to the \"outsider\" thing? Because while I think the latter would make a great name for a superhero or something, I don't really feel like it's *me*, if that makes any sens-\" \n\n\"Now isn't the time to be flippant,\" Zin says, her voice grave and death in her eyes. \"In case you've forgotten, your life is on the line. The Eldest wants to pronounce you Folakith.\" \n\n\"I don't know what that means,\" I say matterf-factly. These Kith chicks really need to keep up with the fact that I have no fucking clue what's going on. Whether or not it's embarrassing, I need to have my hand held on this one. \n\nZin opens her mouth to respond, but hesitates. Elle intercepts and answers for her. \"Folakith are... they're called the Blood-Folk. Evil Kith with no true form, they take on the characteristics of another type of Kith. They integrate into our cultures, to cripple us. A single Folakith can bring disaster on a myriad of scales - whether political, economic, or something worse.\" \n\nI furrow my brow and fold my arms, momentarily taking notice of the fact that Zin has yet to comment on my new outfit before realizing that she is, indeed, a bit preoccupied. \"Wait, no,\" I say, shaking my head. \"What's the point of evil Kith? You guys have a paradise here, why is there an entire species dedicated to fucking it up?\" \n\n\"Many times, we have asked the same of your humans,\" Zin grumbles. \"Some humans have a darkness inside of them, a lust for power or a fear of acceptance that causes them to be violent and destructive. It is so with the Kith, as well - some Kith are born with a darkness in them. They can be born into any clan, to any family, but within them is madness and evil. Greed. Rage.\" \n\nI shake my head. It still doesn't add up. \"No. With humans, they're still *humans*, they're just awful. They aren't a different species that can be identified.\" \n\n\"Because your kind relies so strongly on science, rather than magic. The Kith invented the Bondings, rituals that grant us natural abilities based on the inclinations of our clan. Most Kith undergo these in their earlier years, but the Folakith - the Blood-Folk - cannot partake in them. Their souls are tainted. They are not true Kith, and the ritual can detect it. This is often how we detect Folakith among us, though some of them flee before they take the rites.\" Zin inhales deeply, looking distinctly troubled. \"These outcasts created sects in the wildlands of the Glade, and they created Bondings of their own. The Folakith *are* monsters, Maxie. They're evil.\" \n\nI nod and try not to look too blank-faced. There's still a ton that I don't know about these people and I figured it's probably best to just accept that they say rather than trying to debate them. I exhale heavily, nervously chewing at my bottom lip. \"So it sounds like I'm toast.\" \n\nZin lowers her eyes, no longer letting them meet mine. \"You needn't be. I've convinced the Eldest that you're half Kith, and she's made me your official guardian. It's my job to guide you through the Glade and introduce you to the Bondings until you find the one that works for you. If none of them work... then there won't be anything I can do to save you.\" \n\n\"You sound kinda pissed, Zin,\" I observe aloud, keeping my eyes focused on her as the twins shuffle awkwardly behind me. Filistata, my little ixling, chirps idly in my ear and then drapes himself over my shoulder casually. \"I thought the Glade was this amazing place, it shouldn't be hard, should it? Hell, couldn't it even be fun? Road trip, just the two of us girls?\" \n\n\"Not all of the Glade is pleasant, Maxie,\" the Faoikith girl says, sighing softly and still not meeting my gaze. \"There are wildlands we will have to go through, and rites you'll have to go through to even be considered for a Bonding. Plus I'm not exactly... *popular* with most of the Kith, which is better than how they'll react to an outsider like you. It won't be easy, it will be hell.\" \n\nI chew the inside of my lip, folding my arms. I then smile, leaning down to gently bite Zin's earlobe and whisper to her. \"I can make it worth your while?\" \n\nWhat? My life's on the line, and it isn't like I haven't already been fucked silly by Zin. It's worth it if it means I live. Besides, I'm a big girl and I can make my own decisions about who I do and don't fuck and get fucked by. Zin's cute in the scheme of things. \n\nShe looks up at me, not smiling but managing to look just a *little* less dour. \"Yes, perhaps you can. Have the twins take you to one of the harem guest rooms and... and I'll pick you up in the morning. The Eldest has offered to let you attempt the Faoikith Bonding as a freebie, so who knows? Maybe this will end easy. If not... we'll have to head aboveground, and things are gonna get rough. I hope you're ready.\" \n\nI swallow, hard. \"Like, super ready.\" \n\nAs the twins start leading me away, I hear Zin call out from behind me. \"Hey, Maxie?\" \n\n\"Yeah?\" \n\nShe smiles. \"Your clothes look nice.\""
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"value": "### Title: Beer Pong Shutout Pt. 02\n\n### Tags: cmnm, games, lost bets, naked in public, reluctant exhibitionists, nudity, non-con, noncon\n\n**Characters**\n\n**Alan**: The protagonist, who is forced to walk naked around the block with his friend Jeremy as a result of a lost bet. He is hesitant and tries to maintain some modesty, but ultimately complies with the dare.\n\n**Jeremy**: Alan's friend, who is also forced to walk naked around the block. He is more compliant than Alan and eventually agrees to the additional dare of walking with their hands behind their heads.\n\n**Nick**: The ringleader of the group who orchestrates the naked walk and encourages the additional dare. He is an exhibitionist and eagerly joins the naked walk himself.\n\n**Steve**: Nick's friend who helps round up Alan and Jeremy and escort them on their naked walk. He carries Nick's clothes when Nick joins the dare but does not participate himself.\n\n**Amber**: A girl at the party who joins the escort and offers to shower with Alan and Jeremy afterward. She is also the one who takes pictures during the walk.\n\n**Maria**: Amber's friend who also joins the escort and offers to shower with Alan and Jeremy.\n\n**Tod**: Amber's gay best friend who joins the escort and is eventually forced to join the naked walk after being caught touching Alan and Jeremy inappropriately.\n\n**Plot**\n\nAlan and Jeremy, two college guys, lose a bet and are forced to walk naked around the block during a party. They are escorted by a group of clothed partiers, including Nick, Steve, Amber, Maria, and Tod. Throughout the walk, Alan and Jeremy try to maintain some modesty, but are ultimately forced to display themselves in full view of passing cars and pedestrians. At one point, they are made to stand naked at a busy intersection, where they are seen by numerous passing vehicles.\n\nAs they reach the final leg of their journey, Nick dares Alan and Jeremy to walk with their hands behind their heads, offering to join them if they comply. Tod is also forced to join after being caught touching the two inappropriately. Despite their initial reluctance, Alan and Jeremy agree to the dare after Amber and Maria offer to shower with them afterward.\n\nThe four guys walk down a busy street, completely naked and exposed, with Tod showing visible signs of arousal. Upon reaching the house, they are greeted by cheers and cameras from the rest of the party. Alan and Jeremy then proceed to the bathroom to clean up, accompanied by Amber and Maria."
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"value": "*This story is about embarrassing college guys by getting them naked at a party. It involves reluctant nudity, CFNM, CMNM, and eventually a tiny amount of same-sex male activity.* \n\n \n\nIf you've never experienced it, I don't think you can imagine what it's like to be completely naked in a room filled with fully clothed people. \n\nNick and Steve pulled us off the window seat and herded us to the door. I was clutching my dick and balls, hoping to maintain a smidge of modesty, but it was hard with half the party slapping my ass and grabbing my arms trying to make me expose myself. \n\nThe entire party poured onto the front porch and spilled into the front yard while Jeremy and I were marched naked to the sidewalk, my bare feet smacking against the cold cement. They wanted to follow us on our naked walk of shame around the block, but I guess Steve was worried about disrupting too many neighbors, so a smaller escort was agreed: Nick and Steve, plus Amber and one of her girlfriends, Maria. At the last moment, Amber's gay best friend Tod somehow managed to get himself attached to the group as well. \n\nThe street we were on was a little quieter side street, a residential street with one lane in each direction, and a sprinkling of light posts down the street. To the left, only about six houses away, was a major boulevard with six lanes of traffic, three in each direction. We turned to our right to go down the quieter street, but I knew it would just delay the inevitable return on the busier one. \n\nThe first time a car passed, our entourage allowed Jeremy and I to duck behind a parked car to conceal ourselves. The car was moving slowly, as if the driver was looking for a street address or maybe just to try to get a better look. I prayed he wasn't about to park, but he continued on through the intersection. \n\nAs we reached the intersection, a car from in front and another from the right of us both reached it at the same time. The gang wouldn't let us hide this time, but they clustered around us to conceal us a human barrier. Of course, this meant my naked body was smashed up against Jeremy's. But Amber's tits were also brushing up against me, which gave my dick a momentary quiver. Unfortunately, the gay guy was also pushed up against me, and from the hardness in his jeans, I guess he was enjoying it. I assume that was also his hand on my bare ass. \n\nOnce the cars passed, we turned to the right and continued down another quiet street. This one was technically two ways, but narrow enough that cars would have to carefully maneuver around each other if they passed. It was also a little shorter, as the block was more rectangular than square. Fortunately, there were very few street lights ... until we got to the traffic signal at the next intersection. \n\nThis street would be a lot more intense. Four lanes, two in each direction. A major thoroughfare with a steady stream of cars. And Nick was ready to make it worse. \n\n\"Okay, guys, we're not going to cover you anymore,\" he said. \"You just gotta go for it.\" \n\nJeremy and I looked at each other. There was no way we could hide behind parked cars until the coast was clear. The coast would never be clear. \n\n\"And no running!\" Steve added. \"If you run, we'll have to make you walk again. And this time we'll tie your hands behind your back.\" \n\nWe brazened it out, marching defiantly down the street. Everyone driving by could see my entire naked body (well, almost all of it, except for the ever-shrinking bits I concerned with my hands clasped in front of me). Our entourage stayed about 10 feet behind us, making sure we couldn't use anything (other than our hands, or each other) to cover ourselves. Of course, the people in the passing cars noticed us right away. High beams flashed, horns honked, cars slowed down while people shouted out of windows (mostly positive, though some negative like \"cover up, fags!\"). Cameras flashed. Some of those might have been from Amber's camera. I bet some came from people in the passing cars. \n\nWe reached the last intersection. Shorter than the one we just finished, but even busier with six lanes of traffic. Jeremy and I started to turn to the right, but Nick grabbed my arm and stopped us. \n\n\"Dude, I dare you two to walk this block with your hands clasped behind your heads,\" he said. \n\n\"Hell no, asshole!\" I exclaimed. \"That wasn't part of the bet!\" \n\n\"I know it wasn't, but I'm still daring you,\" Nick said. \n\nJeremy started to walk, but Maria grabbed him. \n\n\"Please?\" she pleaded. \"For me?\" Jeremy hesitated. \n\nMind you, in the meantime Jeremy and I are standing butt naked at a very busy intersection. Cars are honking, and as though our hands covered our, we were still naked! \n\n\"Dudes, it's a dare,\" Nick said. \"If you do it, I will too.\" \n\nHe proceeded to start to strip, handing his t-shirt over to Steve, and then his shoes and socks, without waiting to see if we'd agree. Did I mention that Nick's an exhibitionist? Steve, on the other hand, made no move to undress himself, and Nick apparently didn't expect him to do more than carry his clothes. \n\n\"Oh, and Tod will do it, too,\" Nick added. \n\n\"WHAT?!!\" Tod exclaimed. \"No way in hell!\" \n\n\"Oh yes you will,\" Tod said. \"It's a dare. You grabbed Alan's ass, I saw you. And you grabbed Jeremy's cock. You owe them! And if you do it, I'll owe you a dare someday, too. Within reason.\" \n\nTod kicked off his flip-flops and started to unbutton his shirt. \n\n\"Dude, fuck you,\" I said. \"What's in it for us, this extra dare?\" \n\n\"We are,\" Amber said. \"When we get back, you'll wanna get cleaned up. Your feet are already filthy! Maria and I will take a shower with you and Jeremy to clean you up.\" \n\nWordlessly, I looked over at Jeremy. He shrugged and nodded. \n\nSo that's how four guys ended up walking down a very busy street, completely naked, head to toe, hands behind our heads, dicks flapping uncovered as we walked. Well, Tod's didn't flap so much; he was more than halfway erect without touching his cock. I let him fall a little behind; he might be ogling our naked bodies, just like the girls were, but I at least didn't want to see such visible proof of the pleasure he got from it. \n\nFinal intersection, and now it was just six houses down to the house, down a relatively quiet street. Of course, it wasn't quiet right now: the entire party had spilled into the street, cheering our return and blinding us with the flash of cameras. \n\nWe marched up the porch stairs, arms still clasped behind our heads, and then Jeremy and I marched straight through the party to the bathroom to clean up, Amber and Maria following us."
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"value": "### Title: Down, Boy!\n\n### Tags: writing how to, alpha, vampire, stereotype, writing advice, writing guide, author advice, writing erotica, analysis\n\n### Characters\n\n**Dr. Firebrain**: The narrator and main character, who provides a critical and humorous analysis of the alpha male trope in fiction. Dr. Firebrain is witty, insightful, and not afraid to challenge conventional tropes.\n\n**Stefano**: An alpha male character who initially appears to be a \"cunt\" due to his past actions, but is later revealed to have misunderstood motivations. He is stubborn and struggles to admit his remorse.\n\n**Dominic**: A protective and possessive alpha male who watches the narrator sleep and is overly controlling. He has insecurities and struggles with self-control around the narrator.\n\n**Gabe**: The ultimate alpha male with perfect physical attributes and intelligence. He is wealthy, infamous, and has a bedroom voice. Men want to be him, and women want to be with him.\n\n**Morgan**: An alpha male who has a strong desire to impregnate the narrator, seeing it as a way to assert his ownership over her. He is intense and possessive.\n\n**Cain**: A creepy and dominant alpha male who ties the narrator up and leaves her for extended periods. He enjoys hurting women and has a dark, psychopathic side.\n\n**William**: An alpha male who is strong and straight-talking but also has depth and self-awareness. He is not just a tough exterior but has his own set of issues and insecurities.\n\n**Mr. Grasshopper**: A transitioning alpha male who is realizing his dominant nature and experimenting with it. He is not fully confident yet and is still learning.\n\n**Mr. Twist Out of Water**: An alpha male who occupies non-traditional roles and spaces, such as gamers, emos, librarians, etc. He challenges the traditional alpha male stereotype.\n\n**Mr. Big(amy)**: A polyamorous alpha male who embraces his nature to have multiple partners and spread his seed. He faces the challenges and implications of polyamory.\n\n**Mr. Match Made in Hell**: An alpha male who meets a challenging and experienced woman, Zara, who accepts him as he is and enjoys his dominance. He faces conflicts that do not involve him changing for the better.\n\n### Plot\n\nDr. Firebrain begins by discussing the alpha male trope in fiction, acknowledging its appeal while also highlighting its clichés. The alpha male, often referred to as Mr. Alpha, is described as a dominant, powerful figure who is both admired and feared. Dr. Firebrain explores different types of alpha males and their characteristics, such as Stefano, who appears to be a \"cunt\" but is later revealed to have misunderstood motivations, and Dominic, who is overly protective and possessive.\n\nThe narrative then delves into the different syndromes that alpha males often exhibit in fiction, such as the Harlequin Syndrome, where the alpha male's faults are explained away by misunderstandings, and the Stalker Syndrome, where the alpha male's overprotectiveness is justified by his overwhelming desire for the heroine. Dr. Firebrain provides prescriptions for these syndromes, suggesting ways to make the alpha male more three-dimensional and addictive.\n\nThroughout the narrative, Dr. Firebrain challenges conventional alpha male tropes and encourages writers to create more complex and realistic alpha males. The narrative concludes with a discussion of the different types of alpha males that Dr. Firebrain would like to see more of in fiction, such as Mr. Three-Dom-Ensional, who has depth and self-awareness, and Mr. Grasshopper, who is a transitioning alpha male."
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"value": "*DOWN, BOY!* \n\n*WRITING THE ALPHA MALE FOR CONTEMPORARY FICTION* \n\n\"I don't want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader...I want a man lying over me, always over me...His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot...as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated...I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.\" -- Anais Nin\n\nAh, Mr. Alpha. He goes by many names; Dom, Master, Daddy, Sir, Giles (ahh, wait -- that one's just mine. Ahem). He's the leader of the pack; the one who wears the trousers; he eats lesser men for breakfast and girl-parts for lunch. \n\nHe's also a big, fuckff cliché. \n\nThere's a reason why Mr. Alpha is so popular, so let's not knock him until we have tried (hung and quartered) him. He embodies a lot of endearing/sexy/somewhat disturbing implications about my own self esteem, and that makes him hard to resist. Besides, isn't good fiction all about wish-fulfilment and escapism? \n\nMaybe. \n\nThe problem is this: I'm getting some serious déjà *who?* Every alpha story I read seems to be same guy, token differences, tweaked plot. So I googled \"writing alpha males\" and I got a bunch of blog articles from romance authors. It seems that nobody but the category romance gals wants to acknowledge the poor bastard -- yet, he turns up in all sorts of fiction. Now, if you want to write a category romance, great -- write that category character -- but what if you want something *more*? \n\nNever fear! Dr. Firebrain is on hand to diagnose and prescribe (and that diploma is not mail order. I don't know what you mean. Want a cookie?). \n\n*So: want to write a three-dimensional, addictive alpha male? Read on.* (Frankly, he's not going to be very forgiving if you don't). \n\n*DIAGNOSIS: HARLEQUIN SYNDROME* \n\n\"And this...is your opinion of me! ...My faults, according to your calculation, are heavy indeed! These offences might have been overlooked, had your pride not been hurt by my honest confession of the scruples that have long prevented my forming any serious design.\" *Mr. Darcy, Jane Austen's* *Pride and Prejudice*\n\nStefano is a cunt. No, really -- he's a cunt. He's done despicable things in his life; as much as the heroine wants to jump his bones, she just can't bring herself to because he's such a big meanie. Maybe he cheated on her. Maybe he sold his brother down the river in a sordid business deal. Maybe he's a demonic soul-eater who has killed hundreds of innocent people in his quest for psychosexual crack. Here's the kicker -- Stefano seemingly shows no remorse. \n\nBut wait! No! Can it be? Stefano isn't really a cunt at all; it was all just a big *misunderstanding* on behalf of the ill-informed heroine. He didn't really cheat on her; a nasty rival female just set it up so she *thought* that he had. He didn't sell his brother down the river; the brother was a lapsed alcoholic who was bitter at being shut out. And yeah, well...maybe he *did* kill a lot of people as his bad-ass demon self -- but it's ok. He's repenting. \n\nStefano *seemed* like he had no remorse because he's such a stubborn git who didn't want to appear weak by admitting it. Isn't that cute, when you think about it? Just the kind of guy you want to set up home with...no? \n\n*Prescription* \n\n1) *Patrocillin* Let's remove the misunderstanding part. It patronises both the character and the readers. If Stefano has faults, if he's made mistakes -- have him admit to them upfront, or after a little ribbing. Have him be the adult who's trying to deal with them. Don't be afraid to leave your alpha with some jagged edges, even in the event of a happy ending -- his dark side is one of the reasons that we love him. \n\n2) *Oxycuntin* Let him actually be a cunt. They're fun to write, and women do tend to love them -- so long as they're not cunts to *us* (in fact, this bit makes us feel special). It's important to note that a cunt is not a guy who's done bad things but has a \"reasonable explanation\" -- a cunt is just not a very nice person. People fall in love with not very nice people all the time, but they don't admit it very often. \n\n*What?* gasps the reader. *You're telling me to deliberately write a character whom people are meant to like, as dislikeable?* Yes and no. Firstly, never assume that somebody has to be likeable for people to like them; at times, we see a quality in a person that validates something within ourselves, and they garner our sympathy regardless. Secondly, you'll be surprised at what a man can get away with in fiction if he's pretty and clever -- lots of people have written cunts and just called them vampires, and that has served them very well so far. (Run for your iPads, bitches -- I'm on to you!) Thirdly: people who do bad things are fascinating, and there's a whole hotbed of readers who like to dissect them. \n\nHave you noticed the emergence of the anti-hero in popular fiction? He's especially prevalent in fantasy. He's not a wholesome good boy, but he's not a villain either; his purpose usually ends up being for the greater good, whether that is intentional or not. He's a cunt, but he gets the job done. The *Dexter* series is a good example with the serial killer who only kills serial killers; he's a complex guy who needs careful handling from his writer, but done right? Ooh la la. \n\n*DIAGNOSIS: STALKER SYNDROME* \n\n\"It makes me...anxious...to be away from you.\" *Edward**,* *Stephanie Meyer's* *Twilight*\n\nHe loves me, he loves me no -- whoa. Is that him outside my bedroom window, again? He must *really* love me... \n\nDominic (see what I did there? See? Oh yeah) is a protective kind of guy. He just wants to keep me safe, you know? He feels this overpowering lust for me twenty-four hours a day, and I guess that means he can't bear to be parted from me in case I fall through a wormhole in time and space (or run off with a werewolf). That's why I wake up and he's watching me sleep, or he won't let me go out alone after dark (or in the light, come to think of it). If I find that I don't want him at first, he might get a bit rough and ready with me. This is partly because I'm so wonderful that he can't control himself (like my autistic cousin, Marty, but with eye contact), and partly because he just senses that I like to be fucked like I'm owned (despite this, he's preoccupied with the idea that he might break me. Jesus, boy -- consent is *so* 2009). \n\nThe fact that he hangs around like a bad smell couldn't suggest he might be a bit insecure that I might leave him...could it? He doesn't assert himself so aggressively because he's afraid of being weak, oh noes. And I am definitely not insecure, needing a man to want me so desperately that he's ready to force me into the naughty naughties. There's nothing creepy about either of these things, so stop looking at me like that. \n\n(Also, Dominic, I'm on the toilet. This is not cool, ok? I told you -- not for number twos!). \n\n*Prescription: Divistat* \n\nAs much as he worships me, Dominic needs to get a life. He needs hobbies and friends, and while I want to be his top priority because we still have an overpoweringfuckawesomelove, if he didn't have or want the other stuff...he'd be a bit pathetic. Yeah, I know he struggles to control himself around white-hot me, but talk about that too much and it's going to feel too easy. Maybe I *am* insecure, and that's ok...but let's not make it so obvious. Please?!). \n\nOf course, he can still hold me down and screw me like he bought me at a slave auction, but he might want to check that I'm into that first...lest he do something embarrassing (like get arrested for sexual assault). An experimental neck bite or hair pull would suffice. \n\n*DIAGNOSIS: GASTON SYNDROME* \n\n\"As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating -- my, what a guy! Gaston!\" *-- Disney's Beauty and the Beast*\n\nGabe is the ultimate male: tall, defined muscles, cock of epic horse proportions, piercing eyes (they're sometimes *penetrating*, of course), dirty smile. He'll have a token weakness such as his pet dog, or he'll be strangely and conveniently good with my four yearld. Occasionally, I orgasm if he bats his eyelashes a few times in quick succession. \n\nHe's just as glorious in bed; he favours missionary or doggy, where he can exert his horse erection to the point where it forces my cervix to disintegrate, and his cockhead eventually materialises in the Russian wilderness. This is appropriate because he has the intellect of an astronaut and the tenacity of a Soviet spy (fnar). \n\nWhen he talks, it's about sex (read: me), work or himself. He's got a bedroom voice -- ragged and heavy with his lust -- and a boardroom voice, which is calm, deep and measured. I know when I've really got under his skin because he mixes the two up (either that or he forgot to take his bipolar meds). \n\nMen want to *be* Gabe and women want to fuck him -- but he's mine, all miiiiine! He's an alpha, and alphas are best at everything; there's nothing he can't do (except, of course, control himself when it comes to me. Or admit that he's being stubborn). He's rich, and if he's not famous -- he's *in*famous in all the right circles. \n\nYou'd think that somebody this perfect might be a bit smug. A bit annoying, perhaps. Or maybe he's disgustingly modest. His sheer Godliness might even be a bit intimidating to a simple female like me. Not that this might ever get dull to read, oh no... \n\n*Prescription* \n\n*1) Moderatine* -- give Gabe a fault somewhere, whether it's physical or psychological. Make it a valid fault, too; being shit at Monopoly does not count (be wary of all the usual clichés, like his guilt over his evil past, his inability to see his own loveliness or his weakness for the heroine. These may well be present but you need a sucka-punch combo with something else to make him stand out). Alphas tend to be physically strong and I wouldn't suggest that you write someone weedy, but he doesn't have to be six foot three with shoulders as wide as Australia. \n\nYou might even subvert a cliché; if he's a vampire, have him wear something other than a leather jacket; if he's a businessman, maybe he could wear something other than a suit (or make it a well described/nicely individual suit). Heck, how about an alpha who wears jeans and a band t-shirt? He's out there... \n\n2*) Oxycuntin* -- being a cunt is usually the realistic product of being near-perfect. Thus, a healthy dose of ass-hattery is once again applicable -- if handled well. \n\n*3) Xanass* -- so you can't bear to have your alpha any less than perfect? Hnnnghh...gnash...(fist shake(...oh, ok then. You're going to have to make the people around him stop fawning over his every move. Perfect people are not liked by all, even if they're genuinely nice; friends, family and even loved ones get jealous and annoyed. This is often done through a sibling with hardboiled resentment, or another brooding alpha male as competition. Try to avoid those tropes if you can. Here's the trick, though: get the reader to sympathise with the jealous person, instead of the alpha. Have them question, in little moments, who's really in the right here -- you're going for a deep shade of grey, rather than black or white. Poof! Now you've made Gabe seem human and a teensy bit vulnerable, but without having to disturb his masterful façade. \n\n(Note: having the enemy hate Gabe does not count. He's *supposed* to hate him). \n\n*DIAGNOSIS: FRISKY SPERM SYNDROME* \n\n\"Who do you love -- the child, or me?\" *Pregnant Dorelei to Imriel**,* *Jacqueline Carey's* *Kushiel's Justice*\n\nMorgan's got a thing about getting me pregnant. He wants to pwn me, you see, and while marriage is necessary for the dramatic (but romantic) resolution of our story, the ultimate way to stamp your ownership over your woman/bitch/little girl/slave is to get her up the duff. Plant your seed. Put a bun in her oven. Clever evolutionary science-types have suggested that we like alphas because they're at the top, so they must have the best quality lurve gravy and thus will ensure the survival of the species. That actually makes sense (or at least, it did before metrosexuality happened. \"My sperm? By Clinique.\"). \n\nThe thing that's been kind of bugging me about Morgan is that well...we've only known each other for *three weeks*. I know that our love is all-encompassing and uber-intense, but don't you have to know somebody a bit longer to guess whether they'll make a half decent parent? Sure, I love that he wants me so much that he wants all these natural, primal things (le swoon), but when I think about it...I kinda want to go travelling first before I get tied down with the sproggage, and it's going to take Vera Wang too long to make my perfect dress for a shotgun wedding (yes, I still care. No, it does not make me a bad person). \n\n*Prescription* \n\n*1) Microguynon* -- maybe Morgan doesn't want kids. Plenty of alphas are too busy saving the world, having hotshot, workaholic careers or being rich Peter Pans to realistically want to be fathers, and meeting Mary Sue doesn't break their resolve. I know this isn't the height of wish fulfilment for a lot of women -- but there *are* women who don't want kids, and they are your readers too (the ones who do want them can still fantasise about changing his mind). \n\n*2) Approprion* -- marriage and children, for most couples (even the perfect ones!) is usually a slow progression. Sure, accidents happen and some people want to do these things quicker than others, but there's a lot to be said for an alpha who wants to just enjoy his woman for a while first. Even if these things do happen sooner in your story, Morgan doesn't have to be so creepily obsessed by them. Let him not swoon over little girls with his love's eyes, or boys he can bring into the family business. Hell, let him be slightly terrified of them (and let Mary Sue be scared too) -- when he does come around, it'll make it all the more special. \n\n*DIAGNOSIS: ME, TARZAN -- YOU, LAME! SYNDROME* \n\n\"If you stay, something bad will happen. I think I might hurt you. You don't want to get hurt, do you?\" *Patrick Bateman, Brett Easton Ellis's* *American Psycho*\n\nMeet Cain: he's that slightly creepy older guy who lives in a mansion on the hill and has a love of classic literature. I discovered said house and said books when he tied me up in his library and left me there, naked and cold, for about, er...I think it was seventeen hours? Not that I was counting, or anything. \n\nYou'd be forgiven for thinking that Cain doesn't like me very much, because he sure as hell acts like it. I like to be hurt a bit by my guy as much as the next woman -- lush little bruises to mark me as his property? Check. No phone call for a day to keep me on my toes? Bring it on. Domestic abuse disguised as a power game? I might be a fawning female but even *I* have standards, Cain. Standards! (And you can fuck off with your shitty two-ply toilet paper, because this is not a princess and the pea situation -- you're really just a tightwad, and that is not sexy.) \n\nCain tends to inhabit BDSM and nonhuman stories; it seems to be easier to get away with cunts-with-shoddy-excuses there (bad behaviour? It's ok -- I'm a vampire. Dangerous and disturbing fetish? Don't worry -- I'm at a munch). He occasionally pops up in the Incest category too -- as the aggressive Daddy who makes the little girl cry just so he can get off on wiping her tears away and making it all better. I'm not sure if he's aware that being an alpha is no excuse for treating a woman badly, or that he needs more than a genre to validate his bad taste in seventeenth century literature; fortunately, he's not scary enough to stop me telling him. Fnar. \n\n*Prescription* \n\n*1) Metafetishazol* -- so Cain is the product of a deviant mind, and he's there to fulfil a more extreme fetish (if your chosen fetish is being left tied up for seventeen hours, I promise not to judge you. Much). That's fair enough. What he's going to do, though, is do it *safely*. He's only going to make you *think* you're in trouble; in other words, nothing he does is going to leave any lasting damage to your body or your mind. A lot of alpha/dom behaviour tends to be explained as being designed to make the woman better/stronger/get in touch with her submissive side, but what a lot of it is written as is just \"all this shit will make you stronger.\" The existence of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder tells us that this is not true. \n\nCain, the internet might not be as pretty as your first edition of *Alice in Wonderland*, but could you at least Google \"tying a Japanese rope bondage knot\" so I don't get stuck again...? And Daddy, your monster cock is amazing and so much bigger than my boyfriend's -- but going to the ER with vaginal tears was kind of embarrassing. \n\n*2) Oxycuntin + Patrocillin* -- okay, so Cain likes hurting women and he's not that bothered if they like it. He kind of prefers it if they don't like it, actually. You can still make him your love interest (the psychology of this desire is interesting, but it's way too complex for this little essay), but don't think for a second that just being an alpha validates his behaviour -- he's still a cunt. Probably a misogynist too. \n\nPart of the alpha's appeal is that he's just a bit scary. You know when Cain really gets my adrenaline pumping? When he's a fucking psychopath! Granted, you have to be a special kind of woman to want a bloodthirsty loose cannon in your bed, but we do exist. So make the most of this evil side. Flesh him out. Why is he like this? Why does he enjoy it? Don't patronise the reader with the usual \"misunderstanding\" bollocks -- this guy clearly has issues. Revel in them. Think Patrick Bateman, Humbert Humbert (perhaps not the nymphet bit), Angel before he went all wet blanket, Damon from the Vampire Diaries. Don't waste your time trying to redeem him or make him \"ok\" (if you write him right, your readers will redeem him for you) -- just enjoy him for what he is: un-pc, illegal, inappropriate, about to be sectioned...and kind of yummy. \n\n \n\nSo we've done the painful part: we've addressed the stereotypes that plague the poor alpha. Confused? In mourning? Slightly aroused? Don't panic. \n\nThere's no reason why you have to ignore every cliché when writing your alpha; he wouldn't *be* an alpha without certain characteristics. Certainly, be careful on how you mix those medications -- they don't all work at once. \n\nTo put things into perspective, here are some *alphas that I think we should see more of in fiction* -- most of them break one particular mould, rather than smashing them all with their iron fists of literary uberness. They might just give you some ideas, or remind you of some pretty cool alphas that you've read about before. \n\n*1) Mr. Three-Dom-Ensional* \n\nWilliam is a strong, straight-talking alpha who doesn't take shit from anybody (which he manages to maintain with a somewhat elusive demeanour).But how did he get this way, and why does he behave the way that he does? Sure, maybe he was just born competitive -- but that doesn't give readers (or writers) much to chew on. So don't just think about how William is now; think about what has happened to him (it doesn't have to be a traumatic event), and what he plans for the future. Does he have goals that aren't to do with power, money and sex? Does he have hobbies that are unrelated to that holy trinity? It's common to read about the alpha who just \"is\" -- he never seems to question himself, but he can be an alpha and still do that. It's not the same as being insecure. It's about being self aware, and that's sexy. \nWe often read about the alpha whose \"bark is worse than his bite\" -- and hey, even tough guys have feelings too! But is it really that simple? Does the bossy, prickly façade conceal a big teddy bear who just vants to have lotz of bebbez? \n\nMaybe. But I find him a bit pathetic, if I'm honest, so I don't want to read about him. \n\nWhat I *do* want to read about is the alpha who has his own set of interesting (and possibly deviant) issues. We already touched on this with how bloodthirsty psychopaths seem to make awesome love interests (not very comfortable to see that written down, is it, hmm? But why do you like vampire fiction again...?), but to tone it down a little: how do his insecurities inform what he is? Exactly how far is this alpha prepared to go to assert his dominance, and does he ever worry about crossing his own self-imposed line? \n\nThink about his dialogue, too; does William have to bounce between a guarded killjoy and a sex-crazed WWF wrestler? Can he be snarky and sarcastic, instead? Could he even be a little bit chatty? Dare I say it -- could your alpha talk like a *normal* person? It makes things ten times more interesting when you get him into the bedroom and discover his other side... \n\nFinally -- think about his position within the pack. One of the things that defines the alpha is the way that other men behave around him. Don't just surround him with yes boys or Judases; mix these guys up, too. Make your beta *better.* \n\n*2) Mr. Grasshopper* \n\nWe tend to see alphas who are older (sometimes centuries older) and they're mostly very confident in their dominant natures -- because that's part of being dominant, isn't it...? \n\nNot exactly. \n\nThe transitioning alpha is a fascinating creature. For whatever reason, he's realised that it is in his nature to lead and to be in control, and the shame of occupying the role that cunts usually inhabit is slipping away. He's experimenting. He's not quite sure of himself, and he's not ashamed to admit that. He's often quite young, too. He's occasionally done as a clichéd \"my wife/girlfriend left me, so I'm not taking any more shit,\" type -- but it's *so much more* than that. He's not becoming something through deviant Darwinism: he's embracing what was always there. Sometimes he's revelling in his new experiences, and sometimes he's fucking up, lead balloon style. Either way -- I think he's my favourite; fledgling arrogance, buoyant enthusiasm, ever teetering on the edge of control? Mmm. Yes please. \n\nSo if he's not yet a full-blooded alpha, how is Mr. Grasshopper still sexy? Well. Imagine the boy next door, who's quiet and foppish and kind of cute. You never really thought he was your type. Now, imagine him standing over you bare-chested, pressing a firm palm over your left breast and inhaling deeply. Circling your nipple with his thumb as if he's never seen something so perfect. \"Mine*,\" he says, squeezing down. \n\nMy work here is done. \n\n*3) Mr. Twist Out of Water* \n\nThe alpha occupies a number of usual haunts: the business bad-ass has his office and plush hotel rooms; the Lord of the Manor has his study with the roaring fire and his dungeon with the shackles; the vampire has his somewhat bare and impersonal boudoir (usually filled with priceless antiques), or the alley around the back of Tesco's. He's not just made of flesh and teeth and questionable sexual practices: it's about his space, his life, and the people and things he surrounds himself with. \n\nWhat about those guys we don't always think about as alphas, and the spaces they inhabit? The gamers at their tournaments, the emos at their gigs, the librarians (hello Giles!), the vicars, the hobos, the drummers, the yoga guys, the angels (proper angels, not just \"nice boys\" -- although nice boys can make intriguing alphas too). Take that guy who you think doesn't fit into the mould: warm him up. Get him pliable. Stuff him in. How's he looking? Pretty damn good, huh? \n\n(In fact, if anybody can write a convincing -- and not spoof -- story about an impotent alpha, I will send you a picture of my breasts. Which are awesome, by the way. Word). \n\nAnother relevant point here is that the traditional alpha is somewhat outdated and old fashioned (again, we see this played on a lot with vampires who have been around for centuries, or older Daddy/dom figures). What does it mean to be an alpha in the modern world, and how has he evolved? \n\n*4) Mr. Big(amy)* \n\nWe touched on the biological appeal of alphas earlier; how the (literal) cream of the crop is obviously going to produce the strongest offspring. This theme is prevalent in alpha stories. But what gets ignored, time and time again, is the point that such a man is going to be in demand by more than one woman -- and he's not going to resist, not all the time. He's going to have his cake and eat it, because he can. Nature is telling him to spread his seed, so he's going to put it on toast. And pancakes. And crackers. And Nancy, that hot chick who works at the bookstore. \n\nWho dares to write about the polyamorous alpha? (Not the cheating alpha; he's an entirely different case). It's been done before -- in fact, the Cain type mentioned earlier seems to embrace this side of himself most often -- but what isn't done a lot is an exploration of the implications. The women around him seem to just accept it because Cain is an alpha, and what he says goes. That might be all good for the male reader's wish fulfilment, but it also gets old pretty fast; why not get your teeth into the juicy conflict here? So this alpha wants more than one woman -- women who don't just roll over and bat their eyelashes at him -- and he wants to make it work. How's he going to get that? \n\n*5) Mr. Match Made in Hell* \n\nAll too often, the alpha meets a sweet, innocent girl and sees the error of his ways. Last Friday? He was kicking it with the guys, scoping out the chicks (while secretly thinking how lame his friends were for enjoying such pastimes, since he's better than that) and throwing a few beers/virgin nuns down his neck. This Friday? He's going to Ikea with Bethany and then meeting her friends for dinner; sure, it'll be awkward at first, but he'll win them over in the end through his dry humour, evident love for Bethany and the fact that even her guy friends will secretly want to lick his shapely man-buttocks. \n\nHold up there. \n\nAlphas like a challenge, right? So what the hell is he doing with Bethany, the pouty virgin who's probably not going to let him near her asshole until they're in the throes of a midlife crisis? (Contrary to popular belief, women do not relax all their inhibitions or preferences for the \"right man\"). Yeah, no guy has been good enough for her to bend her morals of steel -- yet -- but come on. Bethany *lives* in wait for her alpha. There's a reason that the best ice cream in the world is named after two men; women melt for it, and for them (I wonder if Ben and Jerry are alphas?). It's that easy if you know how -- and the alpha does. \n\nYou know who'd be a *real* challenge? Zara. The girl who is possibly slightly better than him at the office. The one who likes sex as much as he does, and is a lot more likely to want the things he wants in bed (and be experienced enough to be good at them). He's a confident guy; he doesn't need a girl who's never had a lover before just to bolster his ego...does he? So awesome is he, surely her previous lovers will pale into insignificance! Just because Zara dares to beat him at a few things, doesn't mean that she's dominant herself -- she could make the ultimate sub. Now *there's* a challenge. \n\nThere's a tendency within genre fiction to have the heroine somehow \"redeem\" her alpha male. If she likes everything about him, though -- why would she want to do that? How about a girl (like Zara) who just accepts him as he is, and enjoys it? Why have our jagged, rough couple morphed into snuggly bears for the end of the novel? That's a very lazy way to resolve conflict. Why does our alpha have to change for the \"better\", and how can you do this differently? The conflict needs to come from elsewhere. \n\n \n\nOh, you're still here? \n\nSorry. Daddy put me on the naughty step for doing all that thinking, and then I had to redo my pigtails and rub the cookie crumbs off my lip gloss. \n\nWell, that's me done. Officially alpha'd out for at least...ooh, three hours. I hope I've offered a little insight into the alpha in fiction, and I hope you've come away with some cool new ideas. Or maybe you're just embarrassed about your old ones (if it helps, that happens to me all the time. Never give a blow job with a breath strip on your tongue). Either way: it's been fascinating, so thanks for coming along for the ride. \n\nIf you have anything to add, please do so in the comments section -- did I miss anything? Did I get it wrong? Do I owe you for a dry-cleaning bill after what you did to your trousers? Or do you have a rather fabulous example of an alpha story that breaks the mould? \n\nI wish you many fun adventures in the reading and writing of alphas. This has been one small step for bossy boys, but one giant step for -- okay, okay, I'm sorry, Daddy! Don't do it again! Yes, alphas never take small steps...sob, whimper...ooh, that tickles."
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"value": "### Title: Beetlesmith's Ch. 21\n\n### Tags: hell\n\n### Characters\n\n**Will Henry**: The protagonist of the story, Will Henry is a man who stumbles upon a mysterious elixir that grants him supernatural abilities. He is married and has a complex relationship with his wife and a friend named Gloria. Will is initially skeptical but becomes deeply entangled in the dark world surrounding the elixir.\n\n**Bartholomew Beetlesmith**: The enigmatic and sinister owner of a curio shop, Beetlesmith sells the elixir to Will Henry. He has a hidden agenda and is revealed to be in league with dark forces. Beetlesmith possesses certain powers and knowledge that make him a formidable figure.\n\n**Karen**: Will Henry's wife, who is portrayed as having a troubled past and a history of infidelity. She is one of the recipients of the elixir and plays a significant role in Will's emotional turmoil.\n\n**Gloria Resik**: A close friend of Will Henry and Karen, Gloria is described as a virtuous and loving individual who has deep feelings for Will. She becomes pregnant after using the elixir, adding another layer of complexity to the story.\n\n### Plot\n\nWill Henry discovers a mysterious elixir sold by Bartholomew Beetlesmith, which is marketed as a powerful aphrodisiac. Despite his skepticism, Will administers the drug to his wife and her friend, leading to intense and unexpected experiences. Intrigued, Will returns to Beetlesmith's shop to purchase more, but Beetlesmith imposes strict conditions and warns of side effects. Will accepts these terms and becomes a regular client.\n\nSoon, Will begins to experience unusual side effects, including the ability to read minds and manipulate objects with his thoughts. These powers continue to grow even after he stops using the elixir, causing him to realize that the elixir has permanently altered him. Will eventually discovers the dark truth about Beetlesmith and his elixir: Beetlesmith is not a benign figure but a sinister one with a nefarious agenda. Beetlesmith's past clients were not merely banished from using the elixir; they were murdered.\n\nConfronting Beetlesmith, Will learns about an ancient struggle between the Cruel Ones and Bright Ones, supernatural entities fighting over the fate of humanity. He also discovers that Gloria was pregnant and that the elixir is a portal to dark forces that manipulate souls. Beetlesmith reveals his true motives and the dangerous world that is now Will's fate. Will tries to harm Beetlesmith but is transported to a horrifying vision of Hell, where he sees the eternal torment of souls, including his wife and friend. Returning to reality, Will is left to grapple with the knowledge that he is destined for Hell and must make a choice about his role in this eternal conflict."
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"value": "*First, I would like to thank the wonderful Bella Mariposa for editing this chapter. \n\nSynopsis: To recap the story so far, our protagonist, Will Henry, walks into an unusual curio shop owned by Bartholomew Beetlesmith. After some discussion, Beetlesmith makes him an unusual offer, a test sample of what Beetlesmith claims is the most powerful aphrodisiac ever designed, called the Elixir. Though skeptical, Henry does administer the drug to his wife and her friend. The results exceed Will's wildest imaginations in carnal delights. \n\nHenry returns to Beetlesmith's shop to purchase more elixir. Beetlesmith agrees to sell him more, but imposes a condition, and a warning. \n\nThe condition: silence is golden. No one outside Beetlesmith's client list shall know of the elixir's existence. Breach of this one condition, by anyone, results to total banishment from the purchase of the elixir, and not just for the offending party, but banishment for all of the current clients as well. Beetlesmith is adamant about this condition, saying that he has scuttled more than a few client lists in the past when word of the elixir leaked out to the uninvited. \n\nBeetlesmith also warns that the elixir is not without side effects, some minor, others more severe. The more one uses the elixir, the more pronounced the physical and mental side effects become. \n\nEven with all these warnings and the strange requirement for silence, Henry accepts these conditions. Thus, his name is put on the current list, and he becomes Beetlesmith's newest client. \n\nAlmost immediately, Henry begins to experience side effects from using the drug, but they are not the ones Beetlesmith talked about. Among many other things, Henry developed the ability to read minds, as well as developing a form of psychokinesis, where he can manipulate people and things around him. Fearing irreparable damage to his brain, Henry attempts to discontinue using the elixir. However, even without using the elixir, Henry's superhuman abilities continue to grow. \n\nThough these side effects are unsettling to Will, eventually he realizes his newfound powers allow him to do all the things the elixir can do, by only using his mind. \n\nJust when things seem to be working out well, Will discovers an unsettling truth about Beetlesmith. That he isn't the jolly, benign inventor and antique dealer he's always claimed to be—his motives being far more nefarious and dangerous. \n\nIn the last chapter, Henry confronts Beetlesmith, having discovered that his past clients were not just banished from access to the elixir, but they were all, in fact, murdered. We pick up the story as Will Henry is going to 'deal' with Beetlesmith once and for all.* \n\n \n\n\"The time has come,\" the Walrus said, \"To talk of many things: Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—of cabbages—and of kings...\" \n\n—The Walrus and the Carpenter *from* Through the Looking-Glass and what Alice Found There; Lewis Carroll. \n\n \n\nBeetlesmith stared back at me, wide-eyed. Obviously, he hadn't counted on me finding out his secret. I guess I finally surprised the old fuck. \n\nI didn't wait for his response. Instead, I folded his old list back into my breast pocket and set about securing the entrance and pulling down the shades to his shop. \n\nI had murder on my mind... \n\nNo, that isn't entirely true. I did plan to kill Beetlesmith, but I didn't see it as premeditated murder—thinking it closer to self-defense. \n\nIt was apparent that over the course of a few weeks Beetlesmith had killed well over one-hundred people. How long before he decides those on his current list, specifically me, are also in need of extinction? I do not intend to find out, and to paraphrase Dylan Thomas, 'I was not going to go gentle into that good night.' I'm going to kill the old fuck before he kills me. \n\nMy only question now: would I do it with my bare hands, or just shrivel his brain with a thought? \n\nBeetlesmith must have guessed my mind, saying to me as I pulled down the last shade, \"Perhaps we should talk about this first, Mr. Henry, before you do anything rash.\" \n\n\"What is there to talk about? You get your kicks administering a drug that fucks with our minds. Then you kill us.\" \n\n\"Let me assure you, I killed no one.\" \n\nI thought he was lying to save himself. I ask, suspiciously, \"If not you, who? One thing's for sure, everyone on this list is dead, and they all didn't die of natural causes.\" \n\n\"Well, not everyone, but we can get into that a little later after we talk a bit. As for who, let's just call him my benefactor.\" \n\nNow I was confused. The old cocksucker sounded sincere. I asked, \"Benefactor? I suppose he knows of us? Of the list?\" \n\nBeetlesmith laughed at my absurd question. \"Of course. You don't think I'd have any dealings with you reprobate dolts without having a little...muscle as a safeguard. I told you, Mr. Henry, the list is my insurance, and my Benefactor will ensure the policy is carried out to the last name, if and when the time comes, and even if I'm extant or not.\" \n\nAfter finding out that bit of information, I resigned myself to hear what he had to say. Mostly, I wanted to humor him long enough to figure out if his Benefactor was real, and whether I could dispose of him and Beetlesmith. \"You said you wanted to talk. I'm listening.\" \n\n\"Good, good. A cooler head is to your benefit, Mr. Henry. First, I must commend you on your astuteness. Rarely do any of my clients catch wind that anything's amiss.\" \n\n\"Spare me your compliments, and get on with it.\" \n\n\"Then allow me the opportunity to compliment myself.\" He paused for a long moment, staring at me as if I were a great work of art that first needs to be admired with utmost thoughtfulness before commenting. \"From the moment I first saw you, I had a feeling you were the one. I felt it in my gut. Right down in my bones, as it were. However, life is so fluid and unpredictable. Given the mercurial nature of events, there's so much one can't be sure of, particularly at the beginning of things. There were others such as yourself, to be sure. Many others over the millennia that held promise at the start, but who tragically failed in the end. As such, I was never positive about you. Hopeful, yes, but never positive. That is until you told me all that was happening the last time you were here. It was then that I knew, unequivocally.\" \n\n\"Knew, what?\" I ask, frustrated. As always, he wasn't coming to the point. \n\n\"That you are the one. That you are the apple of his eye, and he has taken a very personal interest in you.\" \n\n\"Speak plainly for once. Who is this *he* you're talking about?\" \n\nBeetlesmith playfully put a finger to his lips, and said, \"Hush Mr. Henry, we mustn't say their names aloud. They prefer to work anonymously from the shadows. But to answer your question, he is my benefactor of whom I spoke of earlier. He is my Master...or I should say, our Master now. If you need a name, then call him the redoubtable Mr. A.\" \n\n\"Very well Mr. Beetlesmith. Go on. Why am I so special to this...Mr. A?\" \n\nI stayed quiet from then on, as Beetlesmith began his explanation. What he told me is just too fantastical for me to relay in any kind of detail, except to say it was a strange mixture of theological mysticism adulterated with an unhealthy amount of science fiction, or so it seemed to me. I didn't understand half of what he said and the other half I found hard to believe. \n\nIt seems there has been an ongoing 'conflict' between two factions, who Beetlesmith calls the 'Cruel Ones' and the 'Bright Ones.' The conflict has been going on for thousands of millennia, ever since our ancestors began walking upright at Olduvai. The factions have been influencing us, pulling human beings in one direction or another, to meet their contentious goals. Beetlesmith was unclear on the specifics of each factions' ambitions, but he did make it clear that a final reckoning is occurring. An event that will put an end to the war once and for all, and somehow, I'm at the center of it all. The prize of victory was nothing less than the disposition of all sentient life—life, not just on Earth, but throughout the whole universe. \n\n'Not just our world, but a whole universe of worlds.' These were Beetlesmith's exact words, and they struck me as comically insane. Feigning interest in his nonsense, I asked, \"Why this world when there are supposedly so many that could hold their attentions? What makes us so special?\" \n\n\"Because we *are* that special. They've traveled a universe and find us singularly unique in it all. Of all the species they've encountered, no other is as malleable; and no other is as imbued in the universal contradiction of existence. The dichotomy of good and evil coexists within us, unfettered and without hindrance, and because of this, we are the fulcrum that holds the universe in balance. Tip us in one direction or the other, and *everything* slides either into the cool, familiar darkness or into the stark, warm light.\" He grimaced when he said 'light,' as if pronouncing the word filled his mouth with ash. Regaining his composure, he finished, \"It's because of our uniqueness that it is here they've decided to put everything to a final test.\" \n\nI ask, incredulously, \"And this prize you speak of, what do you mean by, 'disposition?'\" \n\n\"It's hard to explain without a common frame of reference, Mr. Henry.\" \n\n\"Try. So far you've told me nothing I find pertinent or believable, and I'm fast losing patience with your bullshit.\" \n\n\"Given my situation and your intentions, I'm sorry for your lack of patience, Mr. Henry. Truly I am. However, I couldn't tell you even if I wanted. Just take my word that all will be revealed to you in time.\" \n\nI laughed in his face. \"What good is your word? You've done nothing but lie to me ever since I first entered your shop.\" \n\n\"If you're talking about the elixir, then yes, I lied to you. They were lies of necessity, though. Lies more of omission rather than commission. I hope you understand.\" \n\n\"I don't understand any of this. Just speak plainly for once. Why lie about...\" Then it hit me in midsentence, \"Why lie unless the elixir isn't really an aphrodisiac.\" \n\n\"Ah. Very good, Mr. Henry. You finally have clarity.\" Beetlesmith underscored his praise by vigorously nodding his head in affirmation. Then he continued, matterf-factly, \"To answer your first question, the lie is an old magician's deception. Get the audience watching one hand as you set the trick up with the other. I wanted you thinking...believing the elixir imparts some biochemical change in the participants. I wanted your mind focused on *that* possibility, rather than what was actually occurring.\" \n\n\"What do you mean? What is actually occurring? I don't understand...\" \n\n\"You see, lack of a common reference,\" he said, cutting me off. \n\n\"Then you need to bring me up to speed so there is a common reference. You're going to find a way to explain it to me in one minute, or I *will* burn a hole in your brain, this mysterious Mr. A notwithstanding! What is it?\" \n\n\"It is many things, Mr. Henry. A portal, a beacon...an insidious corruptor, among its many, most wonderful properties. In this regard, its functionality makes it a universal Swiss army knife for the depraved. All that aside, its main purpose is to act like flypaper.\" \n\n\"So far, you're making less sense than before, and that's saying something. You have thirty seconds. What does this, so called, flypaper catch?\" \n\n\"Souls, Mr. Henry, it catches souls.\" \n\n\"Souls? You mean as in our spiritual souls, forever and ever, everlasting?\" \n\n\"Exactly, Mr. Henry, the spiritual self.\" \n\n\"My soul?\" I asked, rhetorically. \n\n\"Of course. You don't see any other miscreant in the store, do you?\" I must have given Beetlesmith an odd look, because he paused for a moment before continuing, \"I was under the impression from our first meeting you didn't believe in such things; thus, my remark about lacking a common reference.\" \n\n\"As a matter of fact, I don't.\" \n\nBeetlesmith smiled suspiciously before responding, \"If you say so, Mr. Henry. The look you just gave tells a different story. However, if not, then you had better start believing. You're already wading hip deep in the beyond: slipped almost precariously through the mercurial plane that exists outside our own reality. We can't see it, of course, although we do feel it on occasion...in our souls, to be precise. Start believing, Mr. Henry, it's only a matter of time before you're totally submerged.\" \n\nI ignored his cryptic message about 'submerging in the beyond,' asking, instead, \"What do you mean by 'portal?'\" \n\n\"Just what it implies, it acts as a doorway between our two planes. Ordinarily, their power over us is ephemeral and amounting to no more than mere whispers of influence; though they can be powerful whispers, if given at the right moment in a person's life. The elixir, on the other hand, allows for actual contact between the 'Others' and we mortals.\" \n\n\"You're talking about...possession,\" I said it as a declaration, but it sounded like a question. \n\n\"It doesn't really work that way. You've been watching too many Hollywood movies, Mr. Henry. Oh, accidents do happen. Sometimes the incubus or succubus slips through the plane and into the mortal. Causes a terrible mess for all concerned, and the host usually dies as the Other claws its way back into its own realm, but this is a rare occurrence. Ordinarily, when contact is achieved, the Others treat us as finger puppets, manipulating us, this way and that, but nothing more. \" \n\n\"Oh, please,\" I scoffed. \n\nBeetlesmith was becoming annoyed. \"Mr. Henry, if you are going to sneer in disbelief at everything I tell you, then we are at an impasse...\" \n\n\"Listen to the serial liar, outraged at not being believed. All right, I'll bite. If what you say is true, how is it that I'm the only one with special powers? I can only assume my powers are derived from using the elixir, allowing these Others to have their way with me. Yet according to you, they manipulate everyone that has been given the elixir. So, why doesn't everyone have these powers?\" I didn't tell him about Karen, who was also developing the same powers, wanting to keep any mention of my wife as far away from him as possible. \n\n\"I told you, the Master has taken a personal interest in you. In all my dealings with him, I've never seen this type of enthusiasm for a client. It's unprecedented.\" \n\n\"Which means what, exactly?\" \n\n\"The Master is very esoteric, to say the least, but one thing I do know, he doesn't like to get too involved in...oh, how should I say it...involved in the day-to-day operations of contact and control. He lets his minions do the dirty work, allowing them their fun with us. Usually, he only watches us as his minions play; though, he may visit us in our dreams on occasion, but nothing more. His corrupting force is powerful enough from the shadows. This time, it's different.\" \n\nHe looked at me with a smug expression, as if that should have settled the matter—'Question asked and answered, Mr. Henry, you dolt.' \n\nOf course, I was still in the dark as to what he was talking about, although his mentioning, 'visits to our dreams,' sent a chill down my spine. To say I wanted to punch that smug look off his face would be an understatement. \"I still don't understand. What does any of this have to do with my powers?\" \n\nHe smiled that little smile that now so inflames my heart with rage and hate. \"As I've said, it's obvious from everything you've told me that he has taken a personal interest in you. He's manipulating you directly. And every time a part of him crosses over and makes contact with you, a little bit of him is left behind. Your powers have grown exceptionally strong, indeed, Mr. Henry.\" He chuckled to himself before finishing, \"You've become a regular, chip off the old block, as they say, though you don't exercise your powers as much as you could.\" \n\nBeetlesmith continued, rhetorically, \"Do you know how rare you are, Mr. Henry? A virtuous man...or as virtuous as any man can be in this day of pervasive and cheap pornography and even cheaper virtues...full of such love and devotion to a barren wife, who, and let's be honest, isn't the most faithful spouse a man can have. Yet, you love her in spite of all her carnal flaws, a love bordering on saintly devotion. However, what makes you the true prize, a real plum, is that virginal friend of yours.\" \n\nHe paused for a long moment, allowing that last revelation to sink in. \"Miss Resik is her name, isn't it? Gloria Resik? Do you know how many forty-plus virgins there are in the modern world? Very few that can still have normal children. Yes, such a prize, you are.\" \n\nI was taken aback at hearing Gloria's name. I hadn't talked to her in months, and I know I've never mentioned her to Beetlesmith by name. Now, hearing her spoken about so prominently by him, and in such reverent tones, was unsettling. How could he know about her, and know the other details of my life—a barren wife who committed adultery? A virginal friend? \n\nRegaining my composure, I said to him, slowly, as a warning, \"Leave them out of this.\" \n\n\"Why, Mr. Henry? It's the reason you are here.\" \n\nI wanted to ask what he meant by that, but he kept talking and talking in a way that was taunting me. Poking me, like an idiot tourist who pokes at a bear with a stick, trying to elicit a response for his camera. \n\n\"She loves you, you know. Gloria. She loves you almost as much as you love your wife. Haven't you ever seen how she looked at you over these many years? Always pining after you with her eyes, so full of love and lust, laughing at all your silly witticisms, always feigning great interest in even the most insignificant and mundane thing you have to say. Her love for you is deep, so deep that she was saving herself for you and you alone. She wanted to tell you these things, and almost did a few times over the years, but her love and friendship to your wife precluded it. So, she stayed a virgin, suffering in silence. Suffering, at least, until those glorious nights when you used the elixir and she could finally have you without guilt or remorse because her friend, your wife, gave her permission.\" \n\nNow, he was making things up. I was about to scoff at him, again, when I remembered something that happened. \n\nIt was the first time I administered the elixir to everyone, myself included. It occurred late in the evening, just before I passed out. Karen and Jackie had their fight, leaving Gloria and I coupled by ourselves as the other two worked through their differences. \n\nIt was a slow, romantic fuck, and one Gloria specifically requested. What I remember most was how she looked up at me, holding my head lovingly in her hands as I laid on top of her. It wasn't a look of lust, which I saw often from all the women that evening, but a sweet, innocent look of love, hope, and longing. Then, just before I fell unconscious, she said something to me. I couldn't hear what she said, but I read her lips clear enough, 'I've always loved you.' \n\nWhen I woke up the next day, I didn't give her words much importance, thinking her feelings were due to the effects of the elixir. Now, in light of what Beetlesmith just told me... \n\n\"How can you know these things?\" \n\n\"It's my job. I've been granted certain powers of prescience as keeper of the elixir. I'll tell you what else I know, Mr. Henry. Your friend was pregnant.\" \n\n\"What?\" \n\n\"We sometimes forget the little details; details, such as self-imposed celibates and their lack for needing birth control. It was an error on our part, and shouldn't have happened so soon. It has since been corrected. The time for that wasn't yet ripe, but it's ripening.\" \n\nThe anger was rising in me, soon to become rage if he kept up his smug taunts. \"You sick fuck. Not another word about her.\" \n\"I know it hurts, Mr. Henry. Losing a child can be painful. Take heart, though, it will all work out for the better in the end. The Master will see to that.\" \n\n\"I said shut the fuck up about it!\" \n\nNot heeding, or caring about the danger he was in from my growing anger, he continued to mock, \"You're a fool, and your indignant ingratitude is distressing. You've been privy to things most men would suffer the fires of Hell for, but like the fool that you are, you spit it back in our face. I'll tell you something else that I know, Mr. Henry. You should be thanking us.\" \n\nSeeing my look of incredulity, he reiterated, \"Oh yes, thanking us. What with the powers granted to you, you were finally able to bring that rabid slut, bitch of a wife to heel. Did you really think Kendall was her first, or that the first time she did that Mr. Cope fellow was at that supercilious party of yours? Your wife's been quite the democratic drawbridge throughout your marriage, going down for just about anyone who crossed her path. And I do mean going down.\" \n\nHe smiled sanctimoniously, and then continued, \"Would you like to hear about one of her more lascivious exploits? It was that time you went on business to Seattle. Remember?\" \n\nHe waited for me to respond. When I didn't, he continued, \"You two were beginning to have your problems, and she was developing that itch your pedestrian lifestyle could never scratch. You weren't gone for more than a day when feeling even randier than usual, all foot-loose and fancy-free because she was finally free and on her own, tarted herself up in the tightest spandex skirt she had, pantiless of course, and went trolling. \n\nHe must have noticed me balling my hands into fists and paused. He smiled sanctimoniously again when I didn't make a move toward him. \"Anyway, she didn't have to search for long, ending up at that bar located just outside of your hometown. You know the place. Pepper's. All greasy biker types that smell of burnt motor oil, stale beer, and even staler whiskey. You know the type. When they're not vomiting out a fifth of Jack in the open cesspool they call a latrine, they're engaged with low-rent strippers who charge twenty dollars for a back ally blowjob. Ten for a hand job. Very entrepreneurial, those twats.\" \n\nHe winked at me, and I felt the blood rushing to my head. \"Surprised? Anything to add? No? Very well, it took her no more than five minutes to invite four of the larger fellows to the rat-trap motel across the street. They fucked her in every orifice, mouth, cunt, and ass. Most times all three at once as she jacked off the odd man out. Who knows how much semen she ingested? Probably enough to impregnate a small country. Young, dumb, and full of cum, those fellows, and your slut-whore of a wife was more than willing to indulge in all of their debauched fantasies. She's truly insatiable. One time, she even talked to you on her cell phone as she took it up the ass from one of them. They all had a great laugh about that. Can you picture it, Mr. Henry? The drunken sod pounding away into your wife's already semen-coated ass as she's talking to you, and them laughing their sick asses off afterwards.\" \n\nI really didn't believe a word he was saying, but his words still stabbed me deeply, wounding my pride. \n\nIt's funny, though, after all the crap I know this asshole's heaped onto Karen and me, it's his smug taunts that finally send me over the edge. \n\nAs quick as a cobra strike, I leaped over the counter with the intent of beating him to death with my bare hands. Damn the police and damn prison. I was going to make it personal, and I was going to make it hurt. \n\nBeetlesmith went wide-eyed in surprise and quickly turned to run from me. \n\nThen, just as I was about to lay my hands on him, I was assaulted by a stench that sent me reeling backward and putting me on my knees. \n\nIt was a stench worse than anything I could ever imagine, let alone encounter. Not even a thousand corpses rotting days in the summer sun could produce such a reek. So overwhelming to my senses, I vomited right there on the floor. It wafted around me like a heavy fog, encasing me in a shroud of putrid death. I was certain I could feel it oozing into my every pore, weakening me...corrupting me. I dared not breathe it in, and vainly forced air back out my nostrils and against the invading stink. I vomited again, and shut my eyes to it, less its corrupting force would somehow leave me blind. \n\nThen, as quickly as it came, I felt it leave. At the same moment, I sensed a sudden change in the sounds and atmosphere around me. \n\nI took a quick breath through my mouth. I could tell the air was more wholesome again, although a bit stale. When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in Beetlesmith's shop. \n\nI recognized where I was immediately. I stood, weak-kneed, in the cavernous room from my dreams. \n\n \n\nEverything was the same, save for the two chairs that were usually occupied by Karen and Gloria, but now, stood vacant beneath the two lights. The room felt cold and damp, and I still had no sense of walls or a ceiling, though I knew they existed. There was no sound at first, except for a slow drip of water. Against the chill, I wrapped my arms around myself, and waited, alone, for whatever was to come next. \n\nThen above the sound of dripping water, I began to hear soft murmurs coming from somewhere in the darkness of the hall. \n\nI followed these new sounds, and as I drew nearer, the murmurs became louder and more rancorous. \n\nI continued walking toward the sounds. \n\nA lighter shade of black, surrounded by the deeper darkness of the room, formed and grew in front of me. I recognized it as an opening to the cavernous hall. \n\nI quickened my pace. \n\nAs I neared the opening, the more discernible to my ears the rancorous noise became. There could be no doubt as I stood at the threshold; it was the human sound of monumental hopelessness, pain, misery, and horror. It filled the air as I stepped out of the room. \n\nThere, before me lay the same flat plain dotted with craggy outcroppings that I saw outside of Beetlesmith's months ago. This was no vision, however. The look, smell, and feel of it all assaulted my senses. It was all too real, and filled me with monumental dread. \n\nOn the opposite side of that narrow, fetid river from my visions, I saw the reason for the horror-filled voices. \n\nTwo great beasts stalked the far bank. Each was twice as big as a man, walking upright as we do. Their bodies carried by two, long, muscular legs. Great, powerful arms hung down low below their knees, like an ape's, their knuckles nearly touching the ground. \n\nA thick neck supported a massive, triangular-shaped skull, wide at the brow, but narrowing to a point at the chin. A row of small horns rimmed the top of their foreheads, given them the appearance of wearing a bony crown. \n\nThey swiveled their massive heads constantly as if seeking hidden prey, and sending thick stands of putrid drool in all directions. Wide mouths housed rows of sharp fangs, which they bared often in a horrific display. When not overtly displaying them, their teeth were concealed by fat, liver-colored lips, which bestow to their faces an almost slothful and gluttonous look. \n\nI couldn't discern a nose or snout to speak of, just two small opens just above their fat lips. \n\nTheir large, unblinking eyes were amorphous with no pupil or iris, appearing to be made of a solid piece of stone rather than anything organic—hard as steel and black as coal. \n\nCarrying kukri—long, scythe-like forward bending blades in their claws—they incessantly paced back and forth like caged dogs in front of a large throng of people, grunting and screeching in some unknown tongue while waving their blades wildly above their massive heads, and keeping the people herded into a tight group like animals. \n\nThe people were reminiscent of those from a mortal life. All were adults, male and female alike, each having a head, body, two arms and legs. However, they possessed an odd, yet warm, internal luminescence that glowed brightly, and often sparked briefly whenever they moved—appearing as if they shimmered reflected sunlight off the rippling waters of a pond. \n\nI can only assume I was seeing the eternal manifestation of the soul of those recently departed from our mortal plane. \n\nUsing a free claw, one of the beasts grabbed a male spirit by his neck. Lifting him from the group as one may pluck a flower, the one beast pressed the man into a heavy post that was jutting out of the ground. As the beast held him up against the plank, the other one hammered a spike through the upper part of the man's chest, just below his collarbone, securing him to the post. \n\nThere, left dangling from the spike, the man writhed and screamed in agony. Moreover, and adding to the nightmare I was witnessing, with his full weight bearing him down against the heavy spike, I could hear the discernible sounds of bone cracking and splintering above his screams. \n\nFlanking the crucified man, the beasts touched the tip of their kukri high on either side of his chest. Although they didn't draw their blades across his body, they cut nonetheless. Two, long gashes formed from where the tips of their blade touched his sides, extending to his breastbone, and splitting him open to expose the muscle and sinew beneath. \n\nThe soul emitted a high-pitched screech, more animal-like than human, as he thrashed his arms and legs anew against the pain the beasts had just inflicted. \n\nMany in the captive throng tried to run at that point, turning their bodies opposite to the tortured man in an attempt at a quick dash. \n\nThere was no escape, however. Even that small desire to step a smidgen away from the eternal carnage was denied them, as some unseen force froze their feet to the ground. Nor could they close their eyes, or turn their heads, or even cover their ears against the tormented soul's animal screams. They were made to stand, and watch, and listen to the horror unfolding in front of them. The horror they, themselves, will soon experience. \n\nGrabbing what could only be a loose flap of skin hanging from the newly formed gash, one of the beasts pulled it down, ripping a long panel of flesh away from the tortured man's body. The other beast did the same from the other gash. \n\nOver and over the beasts took turns cutting, then ripping the man's flesh away from head to heel. They skinned him, leaving his hide in a tattered mound piled up at the base of the post. \n\nHis screams... Oh the screams, loud and incessant and defiantly unearthly, they tore into the other waiting souls like a dull knife that rips flesh rather than cuts. I could see his screams stamped on their faces, the looks of great suffering, as each of them reacted to the infinite depth of pain and helplessness the tortured man was inflicted by. \n\nDrool dripped profusely from the fangs of the beasts as they howled and hooted uproariously in laughter. The soul's writhing agony was providing them great sport as they continued to flay. \n\nAnd each time they ripped a piece of him away, the man's internal luminescence dimmed, slowly but inexorably, until appearing no more than weak candlelight behind thick, smoky glass. Finally, as the last tattered piece of skin was torn away, even that feeble light winked out into darkness. \n\nTheir fun momentarily ended, the beasts quartered what remained of the man's carcass, throwing the pieces and limbs along the banks of the river. Pulling the spike out of the post, they tossed the torso along the bank with the rest of him, and with a loud grunt, they kicked the gathered pile of skin there as well. \n\nThey then went back to pacing in front of the throng of souls, barking, and hooting, deciding who will be next for the post. \n\nOne of them grabbed a smallish woman nearby. \n\nHer internal luminescence sparked and pulsed as she fought vainly against its grip. \n\nIts lips curled into what I could only construe as a twisted smile before he put her whole head fully into its mouth. Then it bit down ripping her head from her torso. \n\nJust as her head was severed, a brilliant flash of light emitted from deep within her, casting shadows everywhere. And just as quickly as her essence flashed of light, everything went black, as if a light bulb had burst, momentarily bathing everything in a warm luminescence before the filament quickly grows dark and cold. \n\nIn the shadow play caused by that brief luminescence, I saw the other beast dance and howl a pagan rite of delight, and then capping off its merriment by throwing its kukri hither and yon into the group, and haphazardly slashing, stabbing, and gutting everyone in its wake. \n\nThe beast with the woman threw her torso toward the river bank. It continued to roll her head around in its mouth like a child sucking on a jawbreaker before spitting it out at her lifeless carcass. The head was covered with a thick, putrid drool that sizzled and smoked, eating away and corrupting what little flesh still remained on the skull. \n\nI turned my eyes away, looking down at the bank of the river, hoping beyond hope that I had seen the worst of it. \n\nIt was then that I saw the gnome-like creatures from my dreams emerging from the reeds. They went about picking up the scattered pieces of the soul that was flayed alive earlier, and placed them together in close proximity along the bank. \n\nThen, I saw the pieces of him moving...reattaching. Arms and legs, bits of flesh and skin recombined back into something barely resembling a human form. Even the soul's internal light was back, though greatly diminished from before. \n\nYes, he was recombined, but it was all done imperfectly. Everything about him was skewed. Nothing on him matched to what used to be. No limb placed in its proper position or orientation. Even his skin was haphazardly arranged so that it bunched in great fleshy knots in some places, and in other places none occurred at all. He was recreated. Yes, forever recreated into a bent, twisted, crippled, disfigured and misshapen, manifestation of his former self. \n\nThe soul briefly and silently looked at the others before trudging off across the plain, as if some silent command beckoned him to go. The headless woman followed, also bent and crippled, her near fleshless skull was attached somewhere close to the base of her spine. \n\nI heard another scream and more wailing. The beasts had chosen another soul to torment, nailing them to their cross in preparation for skinning. I didn't watch. My eyes followed the ones who just left. \n\nIn front of them, and at some distance, I saw another crippled soul, and then another further along the plain. There was a whole line of them, some walking on misshapen and mismatched limbs, others slithering because they had no limbs at all, and all making for the same destination. And there, where the line of souls ended, I could see the opening of a great cave. \n\nMy heart froze as fear gripped me. I could feel unspeakable evil residing in that place. An evil manifestation so dreadful and horrific, it made everything I had seen so far pale in comparison. Cruel and calculating evil, forever feasting on the misery it inflicts on both the living and the dead. \n\nI knew above all else, I did not want to meet what resided in that cave. \n\nI turned to run back to the room where I first found myself, and nearly ran into a pair of tall stakes sticking out of the ground. I followed the stakes up to their ends. There, towering above me at the top of each pike, was a human head. \n\nThe blood still dripped from their severed necks and off the reedy tendons and torn flesh that hung down from where they were severed. Their eyes were still open, but devoid of the spark of life, appearing milky, without color or definition—blank, pale, lifeless orbs. I saw their twisted faces, frozen in their last horrid moments of living; frozen except for their mouths, which continued moving in some grizzly prayer, as if their heads were ripped off as they pleaded for mercy. \n\nIt was Karen and Gloria. \n\nI couldn't take anymore horror, so I closed my eyes to it all and screamed. \n\n \n\nI was still screaming moments later when I felt the texture of the atmosphere change once again. \n\nWhen I opened my eyes, I was back in Beetlesmith's shop, still kneeling on the floor and looking down into a large puddle of my vomit. \n\nDisoriented, my head still reeling over what I had just seen, I heard Beetlesmith chuckling softly beside me as he sat in his accustomed stool. \n\nNot daring to look at him, I gathered up as much courage as I could, and asked, \"What just happened to me?\" \n\nBeetlesmith answered, almost in a whisper, \"A common frame of reference at last. You are blessed, Mr. Henry. Yes, blessed. It's not every day a man sees his final destination, and lives to tell about it.\" \n\nSuddenly, all the sights and sounds that I had just experienced played over again in my mind. Just as real as before, I saw it all with crystal clarity. I even felt every drop of pain and horror from all those souls. Their sufferings stab me in an instant, deep within, as their screams filled my head, and knocking all the wind out of me. \n\nIt was a quick and casual reminder from the dark powers that everything I witnessed was real, and it would stay freshly imprinted in my mind from then on in order to keep me compliant. \n\nBeetlesmith added a little insurance just in case I didn't get their message. \"Did you see your wife and friend?\" \n\nBeing too sick and weak at the moment, I just nodded my head. \n\n\"That was just a warning. Do what we say, or that and worse will happen to them right before your eyes. Make no mistake, Mr. Henry, we play hard ball and we play it for eternity.\" \n\nGasping for breath, I asked, \"Those people...all those people...so much agony... What was that place?\" \n\n\"Come, come, Mr. Henry, you're being purposefully obtuse, now. You know its name.\" \n\nYes, I knew what I saw, but lacked the guts to say it aloud. I panted, \"Why?\" \n\n\"Why, what?\" \n\n\"Goddamn it, now you're being obtuse. You know what I mean. Why me? What have I done?\" \n\n\"You have broken laws, and have committed great sins against humanity when you administered the elixir to the unwitting. So stop all of these childish, 'Whys,'\" he mocked, \"Your final destination is Hell, Mr. Henry. Get used to that fact.\" \n\nI yelled at first. Isn't that what the guilty do to feign innocence? They yell. \"What laws? There are no laws! Show me these laws.\" \n\n\"Come now, Mr. Henry. Does it really matter?\" \n\n\"Yes, it matters! How can I break laws I don't know even exist...\" \n\n\"Oh, they exist, Mr. Henry. They are the universal laws that bind everyone...everything in the cosmos. Even the Cruel Ones and Bright Ones are bound by them.\" \n\n\"Bullshit! How can I be punished for things I don't even know exist?\" \n\nHe chuckled before answering, \"My first reply to that is, \"Ignorantia juris non excusat.\" \n\n\"I don't understand Greek, you fuck!\" \n\n\"Latin.\" \n\n\"Fuck you!\" \n\n\"Ignorance of the law is no excuse,\" Beetlesmith translated. \n\n\"That's a fucking lawyer's dodge.\" \n\n\"Judge's really, but don't play the babe in the woods now. You knew what you were doing was wrong, and do you know why?\" He briefly touched his head and then his chest while saying, \"You felt it here and here, each time you administered the elixir. Those were pangs of conscience. Everyone has one, Mr. Henry, even you. It's your very own tell-tale heart. The conscience is issued to us at birth, along with our hearts and our kidneys, and it is in direct connection to those universal laws you say don't exist. All you had to do is listen to your conscience to stay out of trouble. It will never steer you wrong.\" \n\n\"And that's it? I'm destined for Hell for ignoring my conscience?\" \n\n\"No, Mr. Henry, you fell in league with the dark forces, the Cruel Ones, and that's why you're going to Hell. Come now, you could feel the taint of us on that pathway you chose during our first conversation and many subsequent, yet you ignored all the warning signs from your conscience. You *are* going to Hell, and have no one to blame but yourself.\" \n\"I refuse it!\" \n\n\"I refuse it,\" he mocked with a laugh. \"You can't. And no amount of prayer, or pleading, or good deeds can alter your fate. The die is cast, as they say. What's done cannot be undone. However, you still have choices. Yes, choices, Mr. Henry. When you enter Hell it can either be as a hero to a hero's welcome or as a leper who is destined, forever, to absorb the full wrath of all those who rule there.\" \n\n\"What kind of a choice is that?\" \n\n\"The only one left you.\""
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"value": "### Title: Hotel Californication Ch. 04\n\n### Tags: drama\n\n### Characters\n\n**The Narrator**: The story is told from the perspective of an adventurous and open-minded male character who is exploring his sexuality and boundaries with his wife, Carol. He is introspective, curious, and willing to experiment with new experiences.\n\n**Carol**: The narrator's wife, who is equally open-minded and adventurous. She is supportive of her husband's exploration and actively participates in the various sexual encounters throughout the story.\n\n**Charlie**: An anthro character who is both male and female, possessing both a penis (\"clit-cock\") and a vagina. Charlie is a central figure in the initial sexual encounter, being pleasured by multiple characters.\n\n**Diane**: An anthro character with a penis (\"Shemale prick\") who is sexually involved with Charlie at the beginning of the story. She plays a significant role in the initial group encounter.\n\n**Jack**: A male character who is present during the initial encounter and actively participates by performing oral sex on the narrator.\n\n**Kimberly and Pete**: Two characters who provide room service and additional sexual services to the narrator and Carol the morning after the initial encounter. Kimberly is a female with a playful and willing attitude, while Pete is a male who is also sexually adventurous.\n\n**Darcy and Jolene**: Two lesbian characters who are neighbors to the narrator and Carol. They engage in a sexual encounter with Carol in the shower, which the narrator observes and later participates in.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe story begins with the narrator and his wife, Carol, deciding to explore their sexual boundaries and experiment with new experiences. They encounter Charlie, an anthro character who is both male and female, and Diane, another anthro character with a penis. The narrator is intrigued and aroused by the sight of Diane pleasuring Charlie, and he joins in, stroking Charlie's penis and stimulating her clitoris. Carol soon joins them, and the couple shares Charlie's penis, kissing each other with it between their mouths. Jack, another male character, begins performing oral sex on the narrator, adding to the intense and erotic experience.\n\nThe narrator reflects on his willingness to experiment and his lack of reservations about tasting his own semen, having previously pleasured his wife in a similar manner. The group encounter continues with Charlie and Diane reaching orgasm, and the narrator and Carol sharing their semen. The narrator also reaches a powerful orgasm, enhancing the overall experience.\n\nThe next morning, the narrator and Carol are awakened by room service, provided by Kimberly and Pete. The narrator, already aroused, receives oral sex from Kimberly while Pete pleasures Carol. The couple enjoys their breakfast while being sexually stimulated, highlighting the indulgent and hedonistic atmosphere of their environment. After breakfast, Carol has a \"cum-massage\" scheduled, where multiple men ejaculate on her body, and two Asian women massage the semen into her skin. The narrator watches and participates to some extent, enjoying the erotic spectacle.\n\nThe narrator then ventures to the pool area, where he observes various sexual activities and encounters Debra, a woman with a large clit. They engage in mutual masturbation, with the narrator rubbing his penis against Debra's clit. Other characters join them, adding to the sexual dynamic. The narrator returns to his room, where he finds Carol in the shower with Darcy and Jolene, two lesbian neighbors. He watches as the women engage in sexual acts, including a intense squirting orgasm from Darcy. The narrator participates briefly before they all prepare for a Lingerie Ball scheduled for that evening.\n\nThe story ends with the narrator and Carol looking forward to the upcoming event and the potential for more sexual adventures, having fully embraced their open-minded and experimental attitudes towards sex."
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"value": "Even now, I'm not sure things would have happened the way they did had it not been for one simple act that seemed to intrigue me when it did. Perhaps it was also the fact that Charlie, for all intense and purposes, was both. Male and Female, in every sense of the word that made that final hurdle so much easier for me. Jumping into something that up until now, I had only thought about, considered, but never really saw myself as actually doing. Whatever hang ups, prejudices, or self doubts about my own masculinity, for whatever reason, seemed no longer important. Like Carol and I had long ago discussed, this weekend for us was about experimentation, self discovery, exploration. We had come here with an open-mind and attitude towards that. Maybe it would only be a one-time thing, whatever happened. But we'd already made that agreement to see, to do...and then take things one day at a time after that. \n\nWhen Diane climbed between Charlie's legs, spreading them, and began sliding that long slim cock up and down her wet pink slit, as I said before, I was both excited and intrigued, watching as I crawled over next to the two of them. I gently wrapped my hand around Charlie's dick and began stroking it. And as I mentioned, though it wasn't a very big cock, it was damn fucking hard, swollen purple as the pre-cum oozed from her prick-tip, which I then smeared about the small little helmet of what she jokingly referred to as her \"clit-cock\". Doing this, still watching as Diane's Shemale prick continued to spear slowly in and out of that succulent cunt, hearing it...listening, seeing the almost frothy white juice Charlie was secreting as it clung to it was an erotic, amazing sight. Still holding onto her cock with one hand, I reached down with the other, quickly locating her female clit, just below the shaft I was holding onto. I pinched it gingerly between my fingers, pulling on it sweetly, rolling it, still stroking as Diane fucked. Up until now, both Carol and Jack content to sit by watching all this as well. Though within moments, my wife soon joined me, now easing down on the opposite side of where Charlie lay. Placing her hand on Charlie's prick, which we now shared, she simply looked at me, smiling...and then offered it towards me. Without thought, without any further hesitation on my part whatsoever, I let her feed it to me, drawing it fully and deeply inside my mouth, sucking it. \n\n\"Oh fuck! Oh my god that's so good! So fucking good!\" Charlie cried out. \"Holy fucking shit!\" She exclaimed once again. \n\nCarol and I now began sharing her cock together, kissing one another deeply, passionately, with Charlie's stiff hard prick sandwiched between us. Our lips meeting, wrapping themselves around her shaft as we traveled up and down along it's length, teasing her. I was so involved, so consumed by this, that initially, I didn't even feel or realize it when I now felt the additional sensation of someone now sucking on my cock. I briefly glanced down and over, realizing as I did, that it was now Jack who had positioned himself down between my legs, my prick fully engulfed inside his working mouth as he pleasured me deliriously. I simply gave myself over to the experience, in both what I was feeling, and doing. It was a unique situation perhaps, and one that I am still not sure I would have ever done or attempted, but given the circumstance, and the incredibly sensual, sexy people we were with, it felt perfectly natural, and beyond any previous erotic encounter or experience that either Carol or I both, had ever known. \n\n \n\nWhen the time came, literally...I didn't even think about what was obviously about to happen. It had always been illogical to me, by my way of thinking anyway, that if Carol enjoyed sucking my cock, drinking my cum, why would I then have any sort of aversion to that myself? After all, it was me...it was my own essence, and why should I be squeamish about something like that, especially as she wasn't, nor more than I was for her licking her juice whenever she came like that. It was a short time after we had actually been together that I had filled her pussy full of cream, and then surprised her...quite delightedly I might add, having her then sit on my face, where I devoured her again, licking out all of my cream from her cunt. She had climaxed again, even more forcefully this time, informing me later, that that had been one of the most powerful, intense orgasms she had ever known. Just something about my doing that for her, seemed to enhance the experience for her, knowing that I had done so, without fear and without reservation. Like I said, that wasn't a problem for me, it would have been too illogical for me otherwise. \n\nBut here yes, this was a little different perhaps, no real idea of what to expect, though I was again not really thinking in those immediate terms at the moment. I was sharing a very intimate, erotic moment with my wife, the two of us still kissing, licking and simultaneously sucking Charlie's cock together, Jack likewise wonderfully sucking on mine. When Charlie suddenly cried out, her ecstasy and pleasure imminent, I was fully prepared for it. \n\nThe first spurt caught Carol and I both by surprise, watching the thin little streamer of white spunk suddenly shooting out the end of her dick. Carol quickly mouthed it, catching the second one, and then almost as quickly passing it back to me as I caught the third and forth very creamy shots in my own mouth. It wasn't so unlike my own either, a bit salty, and yet sweet in a way as I swallowed, now passing it back, though Carol's climax no longer as forceful perhaps, her cream just barely oozing out of her cock as Carol and I now danced around her cock-tip with our tongues, cleaning her up. It was here though however, that Diane now to joined us, likewise screaming out her own impending ecstasy, her somewhat longer slimmer prick now lurching, spurting, adding her own creamy sauce to the mix, which Carol and I again shared, taking it, rubbing her still spilling cock against Charlie's as we held the two of them together, licking and once again cleaning the two of them off. \n\nMy own orgasmic pleasure already well on the way, Charlie and Jack now slathering my cock together, the way we'd been doing, as I poured what felt like a gallon of cum down their two sucking mouths. It had indeed been one of the most intensely satisfying orgasms I had ever known. \n\n \n\nIt was well past three in the morning by the time we had stumbled back to our room. And though the sounds of the night had quieted down around us somewhat, you could still hear occasional laughter, the sounds of people still fucking, partying inside their rooms as we collapsed tiredly into our bed, and soon after fell asleep. \n\nWhen I woke, the sun was obviously well up by now, though it wasn't quite nine o'clock yet. Carol and I had also had the foresight to have scheduled and ordered room-service for breakfast that morning, rather than trying to get up early and attend the buffet, though I wouldn't have been surprised to discover hardly anyone else there either. And though it had been a long, almost exhausting evening, I still found myself curiously refreshed, and magnificently horny, laying there once again with a stiff hard penis in hand, wondering if I should wake her, and do something about it when we both heard the knock on the door. \n\n\"Room service!\" Someone had announced, though appearing to be a female voice by the sound of it. \n\nI rolled out of bed, for a moment looking for something to wear, and then laughed at myself, reaching and opening the door, my hard stiff cock pointing directly out in front of me as I did. There was indeed a young petite woman standing there, with smallish, though very perky breasts, a small tuft of golden blonde hair just above her cunt lips, almost winking at me. A young man with her, holding onto another tray of pastries and coffee, which Carol had indeed ordered the day before. They both smiled, passing by me, entering the room and then heading straight out onto the deck, placing several plates of food down for us to enjoy at our leisure. By now, Carol sitting up in bed wiping the sleep from her eyes, and yet still looking sultry, if not just as horny as I was. \n\n\"Would you care for a morning blow-job with your coffee?\" She asked. \n\nAnd suddenly, that sounded like a sensational idea, which Carol quickly agreed to as well, as the two of us sat down, chairs facing out and away. Kimberly, the cute little brunet with the perky tits, placing a large comfy pillow down on the ground before me, now sucking my prick as I sat pouring Carol and I coffee. Pete, the younger man who'd come in with her, now doing the same thing in front of Carol, now licking and teasing her split, the two of us sitting side-by-side, table, coffee and croissants between us, and each one of us being licked and sucked all the while. \n\n\"God, does it get any better than this?\" I asked, looking out at the glorious morning, the beautiful manicured grounds beyond, already people wandering about looking for new adventure no doubt. \n\n\"I don't know...kind of hard to beat last night, that's for damn sure!\" Carol quipped, reaching out to place her hand on the back of Pete's head, pressing him a bit more firmly against herself as he drew my wife's clit between his lips, gently chewing and sucking it. \"But this aint half bad either,\" she giggled hotly, enjoying it as she took a bite of her strawberry filled pastry, and then making an obscene display with it as she lapped at some of the whipped cream frosting letting it dangle on the tip of her tongue for me. \"And it was fucking hot...doing that with you too,\" she added. \"It was WAY fucking hot, and I am so hoping that we'll be able to do that with those guys again.\" \n\n\"Yeah, me too,\" I honestly admitted. And really hoped that we would. \n\n\"So, what's on the agenda this morning after all this?\" \n\nCarol looked at her watch. It was by now nearing ten o'clock. \"Oh that's right! I almost forgot! I looked in the brochure we were given, and actually scheduled a cum-massage for this morning, it looked interesting.\" \n\n\"A cum massage? You're kidding!? What's that?\" \n\n\"Oh she's gonna love that!\" Kimberly quipped briefly removing my cock from her mouth. I try to schedule one of those myself every now and again when I can, it's really quite sensual and erotic, which I'm sure you'll find out. And damn hot to watch too, though you can certainly participate. Usually the more the merrier, and the better, which is why they usually set the table up out here, which I'm sure they will, just in case anyone else wants to drop by, which they usually do.\" \n\nI gave half a notion to not coming, but then changed my mind, as good as Kimberly's mouth was, it was too much of a temptation to pass up. \n\n\"I'd like to cum on your tits,\" I informed her looking down as she now held my shaft between them, running it back and forth, over and around those sweet hard nipples of hers. \n\n\"I'd like that,\" she said. \n\n\"And I'd like to see it,\" Carol added to that, though she was already in the midst of having an orgasm as Pete continued sucking my wife's clit, now likewise finger-fucking her as she sat there looking on. I was soon pouring another delightful creamy load all over the young woman's breasts. Once they were indeed and completely saturated, I was again surprised as Pete now came over, standing in front of her, now licking them off until he had thoroughly cleaned them off. \n\n\"Is there anything else the two of us can do for you?\" They asked. \n\n\"No, thank you. That was perfect, delightful breakfast, and nice way to start off the new day.\" \n\n\"Very well, enjoy your morning cum-massage then, they should be here soon and get things set up for you,\" she added, and then the two of them left. \n\nWe sat finishing our delicious breakfast when again another knock came on the door. Four men and two women entering the room, carrying what appeared to be a standard massage table, which they indeed set up out on the deck next to us, placing fresh crisp sheets upon it. The women were both Asian, very beautiful and attractive with their long dark hair, one with considerably large breasts for an Asian woman, and the other much more typically smaller, though I was taken in by the dark alluring coloring of their respective nipples and areolas. The smaller breasted woman's nipples quite thick and long surprisingly, and already firmly erect. \n\nCarol was then invited to climb up onto the table where the two women then heated up some oil, pouring that onto her and began working it into her skin, one starting at her feet, the other her head, working towards one another. The four men, two on each side, now standing there stroking away at their hard stiff cocks as I sat looking on, enjoying this as they did that, finding myself suddenly getting hard again as well, though I wasn't sure how much I'd actually contribute to any of this when the time came. \"But I'd certainly do what I could,\" I laughed to myself. \n\nObviously, these guys were hand-picked for their unique special abilities as Carol and I were about to find out, though not before being pleased to see Steven and Marsha emerge from their room only a short distance away, spotting us, and then curiously wandering over. Though it was indeed nice to see them again. \n\n\"Cool!\" Marsha quipped, was wondering about getting one of these myself, now I can actually watch it before hand.\" \n\n\"Feel free to join in too,\" one of the women spoke. \"That's in fact part of the experience as long as no one else minds.\" \n\n\"Don't mind at all,\" Carol moaned softly, just as the first one of the four men standing around her began to pump out what eventually took on epic proportions. I'd never seen so much cum pouring out all at once from any one single prick before, though this was soon added to rather quickly, as one man after the other suddenly began to erupt as well, my wife's body suddenly covered in thick streamers of white hot sticky spunk that almost entirely covered her from her chest down to her toes. \n\nThe two Asian women continued to go about their assigned tasks, massaging in all that hot sweet cream into my wife's body, though the four men soon after left. Marsha now jacking off her husband's cock, Steven taking delight in aiming it directly against my wife's juicy widepen split as moment's later, he add his cream to the mix, dousing my wife's hard succulent clit, which one of the gals then began massaging more directly, working it specifically for her like that, driving Carol nuts as she did. Another couple passing by, stopping for a moment, looking on, and then likewise invited to join us if they cared to. Not too surprisingly he did, and though he didn't offer up much, no doubt as spent from the night, or mornings activity as I was, he still yet added a dollop or two of cream to each one of my wife's nipples before the couple once again moved on. \n\nIt was over all a much enjoyable experience to have seen and witnessed, especially when Carol eventually had one of her more liquid orgasms, liberally spraying her pussy juice all over the breasts of the larger breasted woman who at this point in time, was actually holding one of those magnificent beauties against my wife's cunt, actually masturbating her with it when she came. \n\n\"Whew, that was really, really nice! Thank you!\" She exclaimed, and then was pampered again as the women washed and dried her off, a nice pink glow on her skin as she all but melted into full and complete relaxation afterwards. \"Now I think I'm going to take a little nap,\" she informed me. \n\nNo surprise there. I would have too. But, I was now interested in seeing what else that this place had to offer, deciding to head on down to the pool for a refreshing dip before joining up with Carol later over lunch. \n\nI was a bit surprised to find the pool area as busy as it was, though for the most part, most people there seemed to simply be relaxing and enjoying the morning sun. One or two couples sharing large float rafts together, though only one of those couples actually fucking as they did. Still it was fun to watch as I ordered up a Bloody Mary from the bar, and then sat back in one of the many available float chairs to enjoy it, again looking on as the couple fucked nearby. A young woman, simply passing by stopping briefly to fondle my cock for a bit, before moving on again, though I noticed she seemed to be purposely making the rounds, doing that to as many men, and even some women as she could before moving on again. It was just as interesting watching her doing that too as it was watching the couple next to me, though another man soon joined the two of them, and took turns with her partner fucking her back and forth. I was surprised after the mornings activities that I was becoming as aroused as I was, soon sitting there cock in one hand, drink in the other. \n\n\"Hi, good morning. Care if I join you?\" \n\nIt took me a moment for me to realize who it was that was speaking to me, and then I did. It was Debra, the woman I had met at the table during the cocktail party, the one with the really big clit. \n\n\"Not at all, I'd enjoy the company,\" I announced quite happily, not at all embarrassed or shy about sitting there the way I was, cock in hand, all nice and hard as I held it, gently stroking it. Debra too, in her own float chair, though she nosed it around, now facing me, bringing it towards me, docking it with mine. Her feet soon after coming up in order to reposition themselves over the armrest of my chair, effectively making it easy for her to spread herself, her legs now spread widely once more. That clit of hers already poking out so invitingly as she reached down and began toying with it, almost as though she too had a cock, and could jerk it off much as I was doing. \n\nWith very little effort, we both scooted forward in our chairs just enough that I could actually reach down, taking my cock, and now rubbing it directly against that massive clit. We sat there, each one of us fondling ourselves, though rubbing ourselves back and forth against one another. Shortly, the three people who'd now been watching slipped off their mattress and came over. Asking if they could help out, which we delightfully agreed to. Debra enjoying a nice tit massage by the two men, while the woman now took over for me, taking my cock in hand, now rubbing it directly and with ease against Debra's clit as I in turn reached up, sucking and fondling this woman's tits. \n\n\"You mind terribly if I suck on that for a bit after he's cum on it?\" The woman asked. \"I've never seen a clit this big before, let alone sucked on one like this, and I'm dying to try it!\" \n\n\"Be my guest!\" Debra cried playfully, though we were both still enjoying the manipulation of my prick against her clit, though I was soon indeed spurting out a surprisingly large portion of spunk onto it, shortly after that. I soon moved away, though not too far so that I could watch, as the woman now bent over, standing there in the pool, drawing Debra's clit between her lips, my cum still clinging to it as she began lapping away at it with her tongue, causing Debra to bounce almost spasmodically there in the water. And then as she did that, reaching out, taking both men standing next to her in hand, placing each of their cocks inside her mouth, sucking the two of them together. She came, just as they did, the two of them shooting off almost simultaneously, Debra actually having difficulty taking them both, though somehow she did. \n\nThoroughly satisfied, if not once again exhausted, I decided to head back to our room, clean up, take a shower and soon after join my wife for lunch, already looking forward to even more afternoon adventures. \n\nIt didn't take long to discover that either. Much to my delightful surprise. \n\n \n\nI stepped back into our room, expecting to find my wife asleep, still resting, but instead heard the sound of the shower running instead, deciding to join her as I entered the large bathroom area, that had a shower big enough to easily accommodate six comfortably. And that's when I noticed, she wasn't alone. There were two others with her inside there, both women, and since there was no need for any kind of enclosure the way the showers had been built, all three greeted me with smiles on their faces as I came in, though I hadn't seen either of the other women before, up until now anyway. \n\"Hi baby, this is Darcy and Jolene...our other neighbors next door to us. They're lesbians, so hope you don't mind if you don't really join us, though they said earlier if you came back early, you were certainly welcome to watch. I was more than happy to just do that anyway, too early yet after what I'd just been through to even consider getting it up again so early, though just the sight of my wife and these two sexy looking women already had my cock stirring at the thought. \n\nJolene dropped back down to her knees between my wife's legs, licking and sucking her cunt, Darcy now standing behind, fondling and cupping my wife's breasts while she did that. Carol was indeed in seventh-heaven, enjoying the attention of both women, who soon after switched places with her, Carol now doing to Darcy, what Jolene had been doing to her. I had always enjoyed watching Carol with another woman, and this was indeed such a treat, now nonchalantly sitting there on the bench seat across the way from the three of them, slowly stroking myself, without intention, merely enjoying the show as they continued. \n\nWith another bench seat across the way from the one I was sitting at, the three of them soon climbed out of the shower, still wet, moving over towards it. I wondered briefly as to what they were up to, though it mattered not as they soon slid into position, again...something else I so wonderfully enjoyed seeing, and which would no doubt leave me rock-hard, and seriously considering having another orgasm myself. \n\nDarcy and my wife had slid easily into a 'scissors' position there on the bench, cunt to cunt, now grinding, humping against one another as Jolene eased herself down over my wife's face on the opposite end. Sitting there watching Carol's pink tongue as it slithered inside the woman's pussy, seeing her actually chewing on, and sucking in the woman's rather long delicate labia was hot as hell. That...and hearing once again the obvious flow of juices, which I knew damn well Carol was producing, as slick sounds became even more and more obvious. Darcy and Carol grinding against one another, clit to clit, cunt to cunt, my hand flying away, up and down my shaft like a jack-hammer now, every intention of working another one off, come hell or high water while seeing all this. I doubted I had ever come this many times, or in so short of a time in my entire life, but I was again constantly reminded of the new found sensuality I was discovering here. \n\nAnd I was also in for another nice surprise as well. Darcy too, was quite the squirter as it turned out, even more so than I'd seen Carol manage to do in times past. Announcing it in fact, for everyone's benefit, though specifically mine perhaps, she cried out in anticipated glee a few moment's later, her words, decadent, dirty and hot, paving the way to orgasmic bliss, all the way around for everyone. \n\nI had already seen four guys, and more...drop more cum on my wife than I had thought humanly possible to even witness. And now, here again...watching one woman, so thoroughly saturate and spray my wife from one single pussy was amazing. I began to wonder if what I was actually seeing was some sort of a trick, as just when I was sure she had to be nearing completion, there would come another, and yet again another of these long clear streamers of girl juice, pumping out, cascading down over my wife, along with Jolene as well. Darcy was literally and figuratively speaking, raining cum-juice down on top of the two of them. \n\n\"Hurry, come here, if you'd like to feel this,\" she said looking over towards me. \"There's still a bit left if you'd like.\" \n\nI wasn't about to pass that up, hurriedly standing walking over as she spun around on the bench, surprising me to some extent, actually taking my cock in her hand, holding against her cunt as she once again squirted one or two more, her juices bathing my prick, as she slicked it back and forth in her hand. \n\nCarol sat up in order to watch, and then as Darcy finally finished coming herself, actually held it for her, feeding my prick to Carol, who now sucked it. Ok, so there wasn't much...I mean after all, but it felt fucking good nevertheless, Darcy holding my prick for my wife, Jolene still holding onto and fondling Carol's tits as she did that. \n\nI was starting to wonder if we'd ever make it out of here to actually go to lunch. Though we soon said good-byes, finished my own shower, and then actually dawned ourselves in the soft terry-cloth robes we'd been provided, and proceeded downstairs to the restaurant. \n\nWe enjoyed a light simple lunch, once again met a new group of interesting people, and looked over the itinerary for the Lingerie Ball scheduled for that evening. It promised to be interesting, as I was sure it would be. More fucking than dancing actually perhaps by the looks of it, but that too was what this was really all about after all. A black, cock-tie affair for the men, and sexy lingerie for the women as we all came together out on the massive expanse of the dance-floor later. \n\nI was also pleased to see both Diane and Charlie heading towards us after we had finished up with lunch. \n\n\"Make sure you save a dance or two for us later,\" they stated. And I had no intention of doing anything but that, already looking forward to it more than even I realized. \n\nTo be continued..."
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"value": "### Title: Xiuhcoatl by Andlat\n\n### Tags: Babyfur, Diapers, Dragon, Fox, Hypnosis, Magic, sissy\n\n**Characters**\n\n**Andlat**: A young anthro fox, initially presenting as male, who is shy and polite. Andlat is seeking something, leading him to Xiuhcoatl's door. He is impressionable and becomes the focus of Xiuhcoatl's manipulative affections.\n\n**Xiuhcoatl**: A Mesoamerican dragon with a charismatic and dominating personality. He uses his magical abilities and persuasive language to control and transform Andlat into a submissive, infantilized version of himself.\n\n**Plot**\n\nA young anthro fox named Andlat arrives at the doorstep of a dragon named Xiuhcoatl, seeking an interview. Xiuhcoatl, seeing Andlat's polite and submissive demeanor, decides to manipulate the young fox. He invites Andlat inside and begins to exert his control, first by insisting that Andlat call him \"Daddy\" and then by persuading Andlat to remove his clothing.\n\nXiuhcoatl uses his magical abilities and suggestive language to convince Andlat that he is not a \"big boy\" but rather a \"baby.\" He leads Andlat to a nursery and begins to dress him in feminine clothing, including diapers and a pink dress. Throughout this process, Andlat becomes increasingly submissive and compliant, eventually referring to himself as \"Emma\" and accepting his new role as Xiuhcoatl's \"baby girl.\"\n\nBy the end, Andlat has been fully transformed, both physically and psychologically, into a submissive, infantilized version of himself. He crawls to Xiuhcoatl, accepting his new role and expressing his love for \"Daddy.\""
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"value": "The dragon smiled as he looked at the security cameras. He watched the fox walk up to the front door, the sound of the doorbell echoing musically as the fox's black paw sounded it. He stood and walked to the door.\n\nAndlat stood on the doorstep, nervously shifting from footpaw to footpaw. He stared up at the gargoyle shaped knocker on the large wooden door and playfully mimicked its contorted face. The dragon peeked through the peephole and saw this.\n\n\"Yes, you'll do perfectly.\" He said softly before opening the door. \"Hello there!\" His booming voice was akin to thunder to the small fox's ears.\n\n\"Hello, sir.\" Andlat said meekly. \"My name is Andlat.\" The dragon nodded.\n\n\"It is a pleasure to meet you, Andlat. Please step inside.\" He stepped aside and let the fox enter. He led the fox into his living room. \"Please. Have a seat so that we may begin the interview. Would you care for something to drink?\"\n\n\"Just water, please.\" Andlat replied. The dragon nodded and used his limited magic to make a glass of water appear. The fox nodded in thanks and took a long drink. The dragon smiled.\n\n\"Now then. Andlat. That's an interesting name.\"\n\n\"Yes. My mom thought it was a nice name though.\"\n\n\"Ah. Your momma is right.\" The dragon said, watching the fox blush lightly.\n\n\"What am I to call you, sir?\" Andlat asked, trying to be as polite as possible.\n\n\"My name is Xiuhcoatl.\" The dragon replied. \"I am Mesoamerican, you see.\"\n\n\"Xi, Xiuhcoatl?\" Andlat tried to pronounce it, but it was such a strange name.\n\n\"It's a tough name, I know. You can just call me daddy.\"\n\n\"Daddy?\" Andlat repeated, his face turning red. He took a drink of water before continuing. \"I'm not too comfortable with that.\"\n\n\"It's either Xiuhcoatl or Daddy.\" The dragon replied with a shrug. \"You're a very polite little boy, but 'sir' is a bit too formal for my tastes.\" Andlat blushed at being referred to as a little boy and took another drink of his water. Xiuhcoatl smiled and watched the fox. \"So, which will it be?\"\n\n\"Which what?\" The fox asked.\n\n\"What are you going to call daddy, little boy?\"\n\n\"I'm not little.\" Andlat protested. \"I'm a big boy in big boy undies.\" His paws flew over his muzzle. Why had he just said that? The dragon nodded.\n\n\"Oh, I'm sure you are. Why don't you show daddy your big boy undies?\" He suggested it slowly, making sure to give the fox plenty of eye contact. The magic in the water would make the fox more open to suggestion, but he would still need hypnosis to accomplish his plans. Andlat nodded and stood up, his paws already undoing his jeans. Xiuhcoatl nodded approvingly as the fox's pants fell to the floor.\n\n\"See?\"\n\n\"Daddy can't really see, sweetie. Take your shirt off too.\" Andlat nodded and obeyed, leaving him in just his white briefs. Xiuhcoatl smiled. \"Look at your big boy undies, hmm?\" Andlat smiled with pride. Xiuhcoatl stood and started to undo his own trousers. Soon, he was standing there in his green boxers, which were magnificently bulging. \"What do you think?\" He said, knowing that the fox was intimidated by his bulge. \"Is Daddy a big boy?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Andlat said softly.\n\n\"See how mature Daddy's boxers are?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"See how they bulge from Daddy's mighty cock and balls?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Andlat said. Xiuhcoatl nodded.\n\n\"Is Daddy a big boy?\" He asked again.\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Now look down at baby's undies.\" Xiuhcoatl smiled as the fox obeyed every word.\n\n\"Are they mature like Daddy's boxers?\"\n\n\"No.\" Andlat said softly.\n\n\"Does baby's undies bulge from baby's little weewee and danglies?\"\n\n\"No.\" Andlat said, whimpering softly.\n\n\"Is baby a big boy?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" The fox replied after a moment of silence, clearly trying to retain some defiance. Xiuhcoatl smiled.\n\n\"Oh? Look at how prominent Daddy's cock is. See how massive it is, straining against the fabric of his boxers?\" He waited for the fox to nod. \"Now look down at your baby weewee, hidden away in your baby boy undies. Look at how cute and petite it is. Hardly the weewee of a big boy, hmm?\" He nodded slowly as the fox began to whimper. \"It's okay, baby. Daddy understands. You just wanted to impress him by making him think you're a big boy. Isn't that right?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" Andlat said softly, staring down at his footpaws self-consciously.\n\n\"But you're not a big boy, are you?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"That's right. What are you?\"\n\n\"A baby.\" Andlat replied, taking a drink of his water. The dragon nodded.\n\n\"Good girl.\" The dragon smiled down at the fox. \"Take Daddy's paw and he'll take you to get a nice diaper on. That's what babies wear, isn't it?\"\n\n\"I don't want to wear a diaper!\"\n\n\"I didn't ask you that. I just asked if babies wear diapers.\" The dragon said, taking the fox's paw and slowly leading him out of the living room. \"Do they?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Andlat said. The dragon smiled.\n\n\"Since we've established that you're a baby, we'll need to get you diapered.\" Just as he said that, they entered a nursery. Andlat's eyes widened as he beheld the nursery, which was clearly designed for a girl.\n\n\"I don't want to be a girl though.\" He whined softly. The dragon chuckled.\n\n\"Don't be silly. It'll be so nice to wear only the pinkest and frilliest little outfits. You'll be just like a princess!\"\n\n\"Princess?\" Andlat said as the dragon smiled.\n\n\"Yes. Wouldn't you like that?\" The fox puzzled over this as the dragon scooped him up and set him down on the changing table. He smiled down at the last pair of briefs the fox would ever wear before slipping them off. The fox yelped, but lay back as the dragon's powerful paw gently pushed him back. \"Daddy's going to get you diapered.\" The dragon said warmly.\n\n\"Daddy.\" Andlat echoed as he lay there, his white belly so pure against the pink of the changing table's plastic cover. Xiuhcoatl reached under the changing table and grabbed a triple stack of diapers. He smiled as he folded them into the proper shape for his baby vixen, the fox docilely laying still as he worked. Disposable diapers were fine, but cloth was really exciting because they required plastic panties, which just gave him another excuse to put the fox in frilly clothes.\n\n\"By the time that I'm done here, sweetie, no one will ever think that you're a boy. You'll just be my pretty little girl.\"\n\n\"But Daddy!\" Andlat whined. \"I don't wanna!\"\n\n\"You and I both know that you love to dress up in frillies. And even if you don't.\" He paused to slip the diapers under Andlat's bottom. \"You'll grow to.\" The dragon smiled as he powdered the fox. Of course Andlat was going to fall in love with frilly clothes. That was all the fox was going to wear from then on.\n\nWith agile fingers, he pinned the diapers around the fox's waist. In just an instant, the fox looked more like a cub, the thick diapers puffing out adorably. Xiuhcoatl carefully picked up the pair of plastic panties that he had already selected for his vixen's first diapering. They were a frosted pink, decorated in frothy white lace. Andlat's pink diapers would look even more prissy wrapped in these plastic panties. The fox purred softly as the soft material was slipped up his legs.\n\nXiuhcoatl smiled down at his new baby girl as the fox lay there in plastic panties, staring up at the enormous dragon. The dragon could not resist reaching down and rubbing the soft white fur of the fox's belly. The fox's eyes fluttered shut as he murred gently.\n\n\"Baby Emma likes that, hmm?\"\n\n\"Emma?\" Andlat said slowly, his eyes still closed.\n\n\"It's a pretty name, isn't it?\" He rubbed Andlat's belly a bit more.\n\n\"I guess.\"\n\n\"Alright. Daddy's going to go get you a nice pretty dress.\"\n\n\"I don't wanna wear a dress.\" Andlat whined.\n\n\"Little girls can't run around in just their diapers.\" Xiuhcoatl retorted. Andlat considered this as the dragon went to the closet and pulled out one of the many dresses hanging in a neat row. Like his plastic panties, the dress was pink with white lace. The shimmering pink satin was perfectly accented by the white lace that traveled down the bodice from the shoulders to the navel area, where a large white sash waited to be tied. The bubble sleeves also ended in white lace, as did the hem of the dress, although the white lace was hardly noticeable against the rows of attached petticoats.\n\n\"It's so, so\" Xiuhcoatl smiled as the fox struggled for the right words.\n\n\"Pretty?\"\n\n\"Frilly.\" Andlat corrected, blushing deeply. Xiuhcoatl smiled as the fox reached out a paw and touched the dress. \"It's so soft!\" He said with a shrill giggle.\n\n\"Yes, it is.\" Xiuhcoatl cooed. \"Won't it feel so good against your fur, princess?\" He could tell by the fox's face that he was considering that too. Xiuhcoatl wasted no time in sitting the fox up and putting the dress on him. He smiled as the fox giggled from the sheer fabric brushing him gently. His limber fingers quickly zipped the dress up the fox's back and tied the sash around his waist in a large bow. \"There we go.\" He said with a proud grin.\n\n\"Are we done, daddy?\" Andlat asked shyly. Xiuhcoatl thought for a moment.\n\n\"Nearly.\" He said at last. He went over to the dresser to the left of the closet and pulled out a pair of mittens and a matching pair of booties. All four items were pink and quite thick from plush padding. He made short work of slipping them over the fox's paws and tying them in place with white ribbons in big lacy bows. \"All done!\"\n\nAndlat looked down at his new outfit and whined softly. Xiuhcoatl just ignored him and picked up the fox, carrying him out of the nursery for the time being. Andlat squirmed slightly as Xiuhcoatl patted his rump.\n\n\"Shh... baby girl.\" The dragon crooned. \"Daddy's got you.\"\n\n\"But I want down!\" Andlat whined. Xiuhcoatl sighed.\n\n\"Alright.\" He stopped just inside the living room and set the fox on the floor before crossing the room to sit on the couch. \"Now, come to Daddy!\" He watched as Andlat stood and started to waddle toward him, the fox's legs forced to swing wide due to the thick padding. It was not long before Andlat lost his balance and fell backward, landing on the thick carpeting, his diapers adding further cushion.\n\n\"Oh!\" The fox exclaimed in surprise. It sounded so adorable that Xiuhcoatl could not help but chuckle. He smiled down at the fox.\n\n\"Try crawling, sweetie. Babies can't walk in their thick diapers.\" He suggested. Andlat nodded and began to crawl toward the dragon, his diapered rump swinging back and forth, back and forth. Xiuhcoatl leaned forward and scooped the fox up as he reached the dragon. \"I love you, baby girl.\"\n\n\"I love you too, daddy.\" The fox cooed softly, losing the last remnants of the adult he was before."
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"value": "### Title: The Forgotten 13: First Blood by Kalan\n\n### Tags: Blood, Dragon, Drama, Fantasy, Human, No-Yiff, Other, Plot Development, Sithen, Story Series, Violence (Not In Yiff), War\n\n### Characters\n\n**Baen**: A seasoned rebel leader navigating a carefully constructed empire with a strategic mind. He is guided by a dragon named Sithen, whom he believes is a divine instrument sent by his gods to aid in his conquest. Baen is both awed and wary of the dragon's power and ancient knowledge.\n\n**Sithen**: An ancient dragon with a deep sense of superiority over humans. Initially, Sithen views humans as mere tools for his own purposes, but he begins to develop a grudging respect and even affection for some of them. He is driven by a desperate need to rescue his daughter, who has been captured by the empire.\n\n**Hylar**: The Emperor of a vast empire, Hylar is a shrewd and calculating ruler who must balance the demands of his council with his own strategic goals. He is determined to maintain control over his territories and quash any rebellion, using both military force and political maneuvering.\n\n**Carsus**: A young and ambitious council member who prioritizes practical solutions and self-preservation. Carsus is more concerned with maintaining his wealth and status than with the broader interests of the empire.\n\n**Micah**: An experienced and passionate council member who is deeply invested in the welfare of the empire. Micah is willing to stand up to Carsus and advocate for more aggressive military strategies to defend the empire's territories.\n\n**Timat**: A mage who has captured a smaller dragon and is now haunted by nightmares and an insidious voice in his head. Timat struggles with his own fears and the expectations placed upon him by the empire, descending into a state of near-madness as he grapples with the consequences of his actions.\n\n**Janus**: A gruff and determined general who is tasked with hunting down the dragon Sithen. Janus is driven by a desire for glory and is willing to take significant risks to achieve his goals, even if it means sacrificing his own men.\n\n**Lashane**: A former human mage who has been transformed into a dragoness. Lashane struggles with her new identity and the harsh conditions of her captivity. She is torn between her human memories and the instincts of her draconic form, grappling with both her past and her uncertain future. She was once a student of Urso.\n\n**Urso**: A powerful and enigmatic mage who serves the empire. Urso is tasked with studying the captured dragoness Lashane and determining how to tame or utilize her powers. He is cold and calculating, willing to use whatever means necessary to achieve his goals.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe story unfolds in a meticulously crafted empire, where every inch of land is carefully controlled and cultivated. Baen, a rebel leader, navigates the serpentine river that cuts through this empire, marveling at its beauty but also noting its vulnerabilities. He is guided by Sithen, an ancient dragon who views humans with a mix of disdain and grudging respect. Baen sees the dragon as a divine instrument sent by his gods to aid in his conquest, while Sithen is driven by a desperate need to rescue his daughter, who has been captured by the empire.\n\nWithin the empire, Hylar, the Emperor, grapples with the political maneuvering of his council. Carsus, a young and ambitious member, advocates for practical solutions that prioritize self-preservation, while Micah, an experienced and passionate member, argues for more aggressive military strategies. Hylar ultimately decides on a guerilla warfare approach, conscripting men from various villages to bolster his forces. Meanwhile, the mage Urso is tasked with studying a captured dragoness, Lashane, to determine how to tame or utilize her powers. Lashane, a former human mage transformed into a dragoness, struggles with her new identity and the harsh conditions of her captivity, torn between her human memories and draconic instincts.\n\nElsewhere, Timat, a mage haunted by nightmares and an insidious voice in his head, grapples with his fears and the expectations placed upon him by the empire. He is tasked with leading a group of soldiers to hunt down Sithen, despite his growing madness. General Janus, driven by a desire for glory, sees this as an opportunity to prove himself as a dragon slayer. During a battle, Sithen is injured by a spear launched by Janus, crashing to the ground and facing the imminent threat of the approaching soldiers.\n\nThe story reaches a critical juncture as Sithen, injured and enraged, prepares to exact his revenge on the empire's forces. The fate of the rebels, the empire, and the captured dragoness hangs in the balance, as each character must confront their own motivations and the consequences of their actions."
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"value": "The river that led through the Empire was like a serpent. It was never a straight patch of water instead it twisted and turned through a lazy country side. The rolling verdant green hills rose and fell by the wayside as the first few miles from the sea shore changed into a distant world. This wasn't a world of harsh ice and mountains, nor of the rocky fields and tough flowering plants. It was a paradise for those that never knew such a thing could exist. Yet it wasn't a natural one. Each inch of land was carefully constructed and constrained by those that owned it. The fields even in their growth, the flowers carefully planted to be pleasing to the eye rather than brilliant rushes of color that dotted the landscape never mind human wishes. Even the forests were trimmed back and seemed contained and mild by comparison.\n\nBaen watched it all warily from the bow of the long boat that had pulled into the channel. It was light and small enough to travel easily along the passage, but large enough to carry both warriors, weapons and some small supplies. The larger ships would have been trapped in the turning river. The hubris of this land that they didn't have a major fortification guarding the entrance of the river amazed him. Did they assume that smaller vessels couldn't carry an army? Did they only fear attacks from over land? He had claimed one other river and allowed one of the younger men to lead. They were far enough apart that it would strain resources to fight off both small armies as they made their way forward. Perhaps they would target Flint as the easier to overcome.\n\nWhy wouldn't they believe that? He would be without Baen's guidance and perhaps be a weaker commander. He allowed himself a small tight smile as he mulled over the commanders that would make that mistake. They wouldn't count on the dragon to fly back and forth. It wasn't simply because the young buck had the desire to lead that he had been chosen. He could almost understand Sithen when the creature tried to make himself known. He could at least understand enough to be told to stop or hold back or ambush or even meeting places. Flint himself had expressed fearful excitement over being given command. Excitement to prove himself and fear over the thoughts of the dragon washing over his. Not even Baen felt the beast's touch without paying a price.\n\nIt was as if something greater and larger then himself would roll through his mind. It engulfed him and plucked him from his body with distaste and grudging respect. The thoughts and memories were so foreign he could barely make out what the dragon wished or was saying. He stood in the flow of a river of memories and emotions that made him feel a fleeting thing. This dragon had been hatched before the Empire had even been a gleam in someone's eye. He had been born when there were no Kings, only clan leaders and the heads of cities. Memories for him were history for the rebel leader and it made him thirst after all his people had been lost. How many books had been burned and story tellers silenced when they had overcome his people? He could almost remember a time when he had sat at the feet of men who knew their past and could recite it in verse and stories.\n\nOnly once had he dared ask the beast to remember for him. He had wanted and thirsted after the memories that would answer who his people were and who had started their line. The tidal wave had nearly made him lose his senses. It was not like a man remembered. Baen could recall events from his past, but further and they lost their intensity unless emotions were attached. Even those emotions were washed out by the ruthless passage of time. Not so with the beast, his memories were bright as if they had first occurred. A seemingly endless march of them had rolled through the human's body until he had screamed for it to stop. His mind could not hold the emotions that were attached to him, nor the details that they evoked. The dragon was not human, he had never been human, his mind had revealed that the moment he opened his thoughts to the rebel.\n\nFor him, the day he had arrived in the mountains was etched so firmly in his mind that Baen could recall even the tinges of brown grass that had formed in the fields as the snow melted. He could recall each current of air and the way the sun had cast shadows. He knew his emotions just as fiercely then as he did now, they had never changed. They would never change. For the great beast, he realized, he would get no peace from the healing presence of time. It had left him shaken and more firmly rooted his belief this creature had been sent by his gods. The great creatures that had created his people had hammered the hatred for the Empire into the dragon and called him to Baen so that they could unite against them. Why else would a creature so perfectly suited to this come when he was most needed?\n\nBaen lifted his head and instinctively found the dot of the soaring dragon above them. He would often fall back or go ahead. Although Sithen never made mention of anything besides his fury that the pitiful human's were slowing his pace, he had the sense the drake was watching for ambush or those that dared to follow. There was a rough affection in him that was somewhat akin to the affection of any dangerous animal. True he would fight beside them today, he would be their warrior and avatar to their gods, but if they faltered would he not turn on them? Would any of his affection stop him from destroying a people who failed to live up to what he desired? Yes, he truly was a creature of the gods. He tested them and hounded them, he was not sent by the soft gods of the farmers, but from the hammer and forge of the Braan's rulers.\n\n ... Within the Empire... \n\nHylar felt like he was playing a game of cat and mouse with his Council. They had limited power, but age old wisdom still held that they should be heeded rather then run over rough shod. Today he yearned for a time he had a small enough kingdom that his words were absolute. That was the price of what he had gained, that he must listen to the petty squabbles and bickering of a council of representatives. And oh how they squabbled! Like hens they clucked and dithered about trying to find an answer to the problems that faced them all. Each one had his own vested interests in what should happen and what would happen. At the moment Carsus held the floor with his impassioned tongue speaking of the coastal holdings.\n\n\"If we but cut our losses and let them see to themselves, will they not rise up in force? True we could waste our armies, but they have not the knowledge of the coast as those there. I say we either cut them off entirely or conscript the towns for men to join in the army.\" The young man leaned forward and eyed the council meaningfully.\n\n\"Yes, and what of them? Rob them of their sons and husbands until only the women are left? They'll rise up as well before they let that happen.\" Micah angrily sliced his hand through the air as he stood up. \"I know them, they'll fight every step of the way. You'll find emptied towns as they hide their menfolk!\"\n\n\"Then abandon them! We have untouched coastal towns we can fortify with our armies and leave them to fight it out for themselves. They know their own terrain and lands better than we do! They'll fight that much harder with their own lands at stake and it will be easy to move in and subdue them after the fray.\" Carsus slapped the flat of his hand down against the table while Hylar attempted to hide a slight cold smile of amusement.\n\nThe table erupted in denials and approvals of the idea until many had leapt up their feet at the announcement until the roar of the council filled his ears. Carsus never wanted to risk himself, his wealth or his position and always chose the most practical solution from his stand point. In some cases his solutions worked and were invaluable, in others they came out appearing as cold and calculating as any man could think of. Micah had started to yell until his face showed a flush of red around his cheeks and his hair came look from it's braid to frame his face. The impassioned flow of words erupted from his lips and threatened to overrun even those that supported the other council member. By sheer volume the man was able to force the others to silence while the Emperor turned his impassive face to the tirade.\n\n\"How dare you suggest we tuck tail and run! Do you truly believe that they will fight them off for us? How much more likely is it that they'll remember a time when they were a kingdom of their own and join forces?\" Micah lifted his lip a little in a baring of teeth. \"If they get a firm hold on any of our cities, especially ones with ports they can escape from we are doomed. Craig Island is a dead and forbidding place that deterred many of the people that might have joined them. If they were offered a hospitable land then it would be to the detriment of all our Empire! Abandon those towns to themselves? As well put your sword to our Emperor's throat, traitor!\"\n\n\"Traitor?!\" Carsus' eyes bulged as he moved a hand to his belt. Tempers were heating up too fast, and although some portion of him would have been amused to see Carsus whipped into shape by the more experienced Micah now was not the time.\n\n\"Silence! We shall neither abandon them, nor shall we throw our soldiers at them to be wasted.\" Hylar slowly stood up and became painfully aware of a shooting pain along his lower left back. He didn't show that it pained him, he was careful to never reveal the infirmities of his growing age to anyone. It would be like offering himself up to the slaughter. \"We shall take volunteers with offers of future employment for their children or a large bonus to lead guerilla attacks against the advancing army. We will position a captain at the head of each command, but make sure it is someone originally local or at least from within a few cities of that group. Allow them the chance to wage war as they see fit, while we must up troops from the plains and conscript twenty men from each village.\"\n\n\"B-but, Sire-\" Carsus faltered as his own lands were named to bring up conscriptions, \"The harvest is nearly due, I simply cannot provide the men needed-\"\n\n\"As I recall you were bragging not two months ago about the way your holdings work. Every man, woman and child does a portion so no part feels the strain.\" Hylar lifted a brow, \"A harvest where those left must toil that much harder will do them no harm. You will see my secretary about the conscriptions and the amount of volunteers I want to see joining our ranks. I'm sure you'll personally oversee if there are any oversights.\"\n\nA pause lingered over those gathered as Carsus opened his mouth before sealing it again. He mulled through his Emperor's words and came to what was hidden beneath with a visible swallow. If there was one thing the young man strove to avoid it was the possibility of being trapped in the army himself. His father had even tried to get him to make a name for himself there, but he had instead chosen to see to more domestic affairs. That fault had nearly lost him his title before the old man had died, but he had somehow retained it since. A few of his supporters shifted away from him to avoid the taint of his shame. Were they remembering that he had no experience on the battle front? Or simply that he wasn't in the Emperor's favor.\n\n\"My lord, I must broach the subject of their beast.\" He turned his eyes towards Mage Urso, a small grey man that looked every second of his many years. \"Shall I bring up those from our own ranks better suited to..ah..dealing with it?\" The inoffensive man used his words carefully, even the watery grey of his eyes didn't hint at the disdain he held for Timat.\n\n\"Mage Timat was the one at fault, he and General Janus will be the ones to see to it. I have already dispatched messengers to that effect.\" He kept his voice bland, hiding his own disgust at their failure at capturing Baen. \"But, I will need your Mages to deal with the dragon we have caught here.\"\n\n\"Ah yes, the beast that was yowling earlier?\" Urso tilted his head to one side as his eyes seemed to lose focus. \"What would you want done with it?\"\n\n\"Tame it, test it, take what knowledge you can from it. I want to know how it works and what it can do. We all know legends have been ripe with stories of dragons that were killed for the magic in their hide, teeth, bones and every place else. Find out if this beast is from those legends and how to tame it. If it cannot be tamed. Well... We shall use it to dishearten those that are opposing us...\" He let his voice trail off and looked out towards his window that silent night air. The beast could prove useful yet. Either by giving them the magic to destroy the rebels or by dying and it's hide used to prove the beast Sithen was purely an animal.\n\n+\n\nDragons. Dragons haunted Timat's every dream and even waking moments. They swirled through his mind with angry whirling eyes and bared teeth. Their talons latched themselves into his consciousness and promised him a slow and painful death. They taunted him with bugling roars and the sound of wings snapping open over the sky. He couldn't sleep without them sending him into sweat soaked dreams of terror and despair. After nearly a week he had started to feel himself losing a grasp on time and what it meant. He knew that they were packing up the army and getting ready to move, but as he walked through the soldiers shoving their gear away and preparing for the march he felt as if he were a ghost. They didn't look up at him and he didn't acknowledge them. Sometimes he wondered if he were already dead, but if he were dead why was General Janus so damnably loud.\n\n\"Mage!! Damn you!\" The rough growls made him squeeze his eyes harder to try and block out the annoyance.\n\n:You could give in...: The insidious voice whispered through his mind making him shudder. It was a voice he'd heard far too often. :It's so easy to die. So very easy to just give in...:\n\n\"Shut up! I won't! Who are you?!\" He pitched on the bed and scrabbled his hands against the covers trying to get a grip on it.\n\n:You. I'm you.: It laughed and beneath it he could almost sense a seething pit of rage. Something that was dark and boundless that would swallow the whole world in its anger if it could only be released.\n\n\"Damn you, dog, it's Janus. Get your lazy drunken ass out of bed.\" The General's growl spilled out in a dangerous rage.\n\n:Don't. Stay here. He's already thinking of killing you. He thinks you've gone mad: The voice trumpeted laughter before hissing out an even worse phrase. :He might be right you know...:\n\n\"M'up. M'up.\" Timat groaned and forced himself out of the bed only to feel the ground beneath him pitch so that he lurched backwards onto the mattress.\n\n\"Get yer stuff stowed, we're moving out now. If you don't have it stowed in the next mark I'm going to come back here and personally burn this room around you.\" The General wrinkled his nose in disgust. \"And bathe for the gods' sake. You reek like a whore after a profitable night.\"\n\nTimat watched blearily as the General stormed out of the room and took a cautious sniff. He could taste the mixture of odors in a pungent roll. His stomach turned in disgust. This wasn't like him. This wasn't like him at all. He got his legs and wobbled over towards his chest to pull out a pot of thick soft soap and tucked it into the midst of clean clothes. He'd shove the rest into his trunk when he had actually had a bath to wake him up. He stumbled past the bottles that he had left strewn about the room as the product of the last week. He'd spent every night trying to drink himself into a stupor with the single minded pursuit of making himself forget and to try and block out the voice that rang in his mind. It had started only a few days after he had seen the dragon, and now he couldn't block it out.\n\nHe entered the bathing rooms and managed to shower himself and even shave so that his face was once more smooth. The sight of the grey water and suds that came off his body made another roll of revulsion hit him. He had never been this way. Why was he worrying so much? He had imagined the beast had more intelligence then it really had. He knew when he had captured the smaller one that they were just animals. Yet something kept gnawing at the back of his mind demanding he realize that the beast was fully cognizant of what he had done and intended revenge. That was when he started to hear voices. Well, a voice. It had whispered in his mind and cast doubts, it threw itself against the bars and imprisonment of his mental walls screaming for release that never came. When it wasn't raging, it was whispering to him trying to make him kill himself or kill others.\n\nSo he drank. He drank himself into a stupor every night to forget the voice and the feeling of dread that the beast would erupt from the sky any day to snatch him up to his punishment. He had enough nightmares to imagine what the talons would feel like as they tore through his flesh, what the teeth would do when they scraped muscle and flesh away from the bone. His hands shook as he closed his trunk and blinked his eyes up to stare at the grimy window. He needed to stop this, it was foolishness. He was the Emperor's representative. He had to carry himself as such! He opened the door and yelled for someone to grab his chest before sauntering down the steps and brought his tattered personality around himself like armor. It was foolishness to act on childish fears. As well he should hide from a monster in his closet!\n\n\"Good, at least you don't smell like last month's meat.\" The general grunted from outside the inn door. His back was framed by the soot licked buildings of the town and the splash of new wood as the people rebuilt.\n\n\"I was understandably traumatized by the inability of your soldiers to prevent the capture of the rebel leader, as well as slay that animal. The Emperor will undoubtedly see to your punishments.\" He affected a lofty tone as if it meant nothing to him, but it was only cast out as a shadow of what he had been.\n\n\"We've already heard from the Capitol. We're to hunt the beast down. We're packing up and breaking off into two groups to head up river and catch the beast. It has to stay with those damned barbarians and so it has to land and probably sleeps. Two groups will have better chance of finding out where and how. We'll catch it, kill it, and regain our honor.\" Janus moved from the door as Timat went to follow, but his foot almost missed a step.\n\n\"Catch it? Kill it? Well certainly! That's just the thing! Just the thing!\" Timat let himself smile a little crookedly. \"I'll be heading straight back to the capitol with an escort then and I'll inform His Majesty of your willingness to see the right thing done.\"\n\n\"You will, will ya?\" The general barked out a hoarse laugh. \"Don't trouble yourself in getting set. You're leading the other men. Strict orders, we're to bring back the dragon or our war-pay is removed.\"\n\n\"Well that's hardly my business! I don't know anything about-\" Timat started to bluster while Janus watched him with narrowed eyes and bared large darkened teeth.\n\n\"Dragons? You're the expert. You told everyone in every city here how you captured the last one. Now it's time to ply your trade with another goal in mind. Bring down the beast.\" A harsh laugh rolled from the man's chest in amusement before he turned and started away to the men.\n\n:Oh dear. Now what will you do, O Great Mage?: The voice slid through his mind, that brush of madness made him shiver in the heat of the sun. :I know! Since you were so distressed by your state, perhaps you should rub sweet herbs on yourself. The beast will appreciate your effort when he cuts into your skin.:\n\nTimat swallowed and tried to block out that insidious voice entirely while he watched the troops gather. They were forming two different squads and he noticed that some of the older ones were moving opposite of the general. Before he would have been annoyed and vocal in his insistence he could take charge of any men to hunt what he needed. Yet now he felt only fawningly grateful to see the battle scarred men he would lead. The voice was wrong, it was wrong! He would triumph again. He would cut that animal from the skies and present its heart to the Emperor! It was no large thing to kill any creature as long as you had the cunning and power to do it. He would see it dead and his nightmares would fade away like the dreams they were.\n\n:Your dreams see more then you ever could, human: the voice whispered out like a distant dream as he strode to the men waiting for him. It was just his imagination. It was just his mind being overworked by this horrid heat. That was all. It couldn't be anything else.\n\n+\n\nLashane had stood silent watch over the cooling corpse while the bitter cold of the enclosure made her drowsy. The first hint of her sleepiness had made her shake herself back and forth before she started to walk the perimeters of the place. She couldn't sleep! She remembered her life as a human and if she fell asleep like this she would likely never wake up again. So she had walked around the edge and counted her steps. It was surprisingly vast for an animal's enclosure, but the magic wall above kept her from doing more than getting a few wing beats into the air before being forced back to the ground. There were no real air currents here that would lift her into a glide or allow her to level her flight so it was useless. The place was uniform in appearance in unnatural ways. She could see rock formations repeated over and over again as if someone had copied them.\n\nShe realized that the Mage's likely had. Why else would the same savage jagged rock jut out of the ground in at least six different places? The longer she paced and looked, the more she saw the repeating pattern that they had used while she kept herself warm. She instinctively avoided the place the Wyvern lay slumped in a frozen pool of his blood. The mixed feelings she had didn't communicate well to the human portion of her mind. The human part raged that she had been used and abused by the beast, the dragoness tempered that with sorrow that the beast had turned into an animal in truth. Her mind gave her little peace as she tried to vainly force herself into feeling outrage and satisfaction at the Ice Wyvern's death, but she felt herself caged by the knowledge that it had likely been the last of its kind. Alone and imprisoned wouldn't she go mad as well?\n\nShe felt as if she were going insane. Some part of her felt trapped by draconic feelings and thoughts until they leaked through to what she thought of as human. She wanted to fly out of here and never return, she wanted to stay and know what it was like to have a bed again. She wanted to snap a frail human's spine for the audacity of what was done to her, she wanted to make them understand she wasn't an animal. The thoughts chased each other in circles until the sun sank down casting a strange bluish darkness in the frosty enclosure and she was forced to stop her pacing. The moment she stopped weariness flooded her and her stomach snarled in protest for not having enough to eat. She wanted food! She finally clambered and climbed her way up to the ledge that she had been pushed to and snuffed around seeking where they would have fed the drake.\n\nShe found her answer and the reason she hadn't smelled it frozen solid to the ice laden cliff face. The bloody smear of a goat's corpse was sprawled out where it had been tossed who knew how long ago. She wrinkled her nose at the acrid scent and both she and the dragoness agreed that it was unappetizing in the extreme. It was cold, hard and it looked as if it had been slaughtered a day or two ago. She turned her head away from it before curling herself up on the ledge and sighed. Perhaps she should just sleep here and wait for fresh to be tossed in. She could sleep here at least. It was marginally warmer this close to the magically sealed gate and although still frigid, it at least didn't make her feel as if her blood was freezing in her brains.\n\n\"...tomorrow...can't believe she killed...worth...\" The words trailed over her ears as she completely stilled. They sounded muffled and far off in the distance, but they were words. They were talking about her!\n\nThe dragoness curled her tail tighter against herself before edging closer to the sealed barrier and could see shadows glimmering on the other side of it. They were indistinct and wavered as if she was looking through restless water, but that's where the voice was coming from. She hissed softly and tilted her head so that she could catch more of the sentences flickering through the wall. She had to strain and almost push right up against it before the murmur of voices stopped being muffled and she could pick out what was said. Two of the rough voices obviously belonged to the guards, but the third was eerily familiar. It was soft with an upper class edge to the accents, but lacked the control it had once had. Urso had aged in the past few years. She almost felt sorrow at finding her Master had succumbed to times endless march, but the context of the speech jostled her out of it.\n\n\"We need that corpse and perhaps hers too if she's injured. The Emperor will be very displeased if she's dead, but it's not without gain.\" The words were cold rather than the warmth she knew the man capable of.\n\n\"She's alive, saw her pacin' the edge of the fence 'bout an hour or two ago.\" One of the guards responded.\n\n\"Good. It's better she's alive. We're going to find out what she's capable of so I want you to starve her tomorrow and the next day. Make sure she's hungry when we come to fetch her. The cold will takes its toll as well to make her tractable.\" That cold voice sent a shudder down her spine. Where was her Master that delighted in her knowledge? Where was the man who had all but purred in satisfaction as she and Timat practiced spells to perfection?\n\n\"Already dropped feed in tonight...\" The other guard answered and there was an edge of nervousness to him. A sigh answered him.\n\n\"I'll hope she's more like a lizard or snake then and the cold will turn her torpid. If she isn't tractable we shall find other ways to move her.\" The Mage paused slightly, \"Look, there...\" The shapes moved and she fought the urge to shrink back. They had already seen her. \"Cunning animal, it's almost as if she's listening to us. Or thinking of eating us...\"\n\nWith those thoughtful words she watched one shape detach from the other pair and start to fade away as Urso walked from the enclosure. She moved away from the wall herself and turned back to look at the frozen goat cast to one side. Two days without food and hunger was already gnawing at her stomach. Did she dare wait until it looked appetizing and would perhaps be too hard or spoiled? Or herself too weak to eat? It might give her energy when she needed it, but she might not have the energy to spare to eat it. A repulsive thought slid through her mind, the Ice Wyvern's body was here. It was meat. The human in her balked at such a thought, the dragoness was ever practical in his life continuing her own. It would be a fitting tribute rather than to have his body dissected by the Mages. She swallowed her nausea before lowering her head to the goat's corpse. It was the lesser of two evils..for now.\n\n+\n\nSithen gloried in the heat and warmth of the sky around him. It was clear and bright as any day he could wish to set his wings to. He let himself lid his eyes and soak in the heat of the sun even as he rose above the few wisps of clouds that marred the cerulean sky and the air turned colder. It was a day that he had known in the far off past when fall was closing around the earth and the trees were starting to fade into shades of orange and red. Once, such a day would be ripe with young dragons squalling for food and play fighting. He had watched several of his own clutches lurching out of their lairs to start to beat their wings in the air to strengthen them. Even alone he could not push away the sense of contentment at being high above the earth. A contentment that was soon shattered by the blast of a hunting horn beneath him.\n\nHe lowered his head with a mental curse for the humans that blew the horn. It was supposed to summon him to take a message to the other pack, but he rarely deigned to answer it. He was not their dog. The army moved at a crawl that frustrated him as the distance he could have covered on the wing would have easily brought him to the largest city within a hand span of days. He had been ready to sink one of the boats to teach them to move faster when Baen had intervened and conveyed to him that they must tread cautiously as cities would start to become apparent. As much as the drake hated it, he couldn't travel alone into more populated areas. That sort of hubris was what had killed so many of his kind when humans had started to breed like mice across the face of the world.\n\nOnly once had Flint dared suggest he ride the dragon to scout the country side. The untrained thoughts of the human hadn't just conveyed a need to see what was there, but a tumble of emotions not the least of which was the desire to be a 'dragon-rider'. Only the fact the human had been safe on a ship had kept Sithen from tearing him apart for even suggesting it, as it was he got the brunt of his anger mentally. He had found the longer the people saw him about, the more they lost their fear of him. Even the hatchlings had started to laugh and point and shout at the sight of him. It was appalling and humiliating. He had started to take longer absences from all of them as a result. It was easy to fly ahead to a point he knew that they would find suitable for camp and curl up to sleep the day away. Or to fly back and simply catch up later.\n\nHe didn't want to admit it, yet it was just a fact that their thoughts had started to leech their way into his own. They closer he remained to them, the more their muzzy feelings trickled over to him until he unwillingly started to know names, faces and emotions. He had realized it the first day when he had been flying and felt a stab of raw panic from a young mind and dove down from the clouds with his fangs and claws bared. In the evening a large mountain cat had struck up on a party of foraging adolescents that had been sent to find what food they could. One of them had climbed a tree to escape only to find the beast climbing after. Only a trumpeting blast from the storm dragon had sent the creature running before he back winged to a landing. Then he realized what he had done, he had answered the creature's distress as if it had been his own hatchling calling out in danger. Or any hatchling of his kind.\n\nThose who had heard of what he'd done fawned upon him. They had clucked and chattered like a flock of birds trying to surround him and even touch him. It was too much to bear and he had leapt skyward to escape it. From that day on he had started to remain apart from them and away from where their minds could leak over his and lap against his thoughts. They were not his people, nor his kind. He had no reason to protect them further then in making sure they fought their war so he could rescue his daughter. Instead he found himself often regarding them with a sort of affection as they ploughed ahead and fought in small skirmishes. He told himself it was the admiration he would feel for ants if he ever watched them trying to build a nest. They were no more than that to him. Strange bugs that he found useful. At least that was what he told himself.\n\nEven as his own thoughts had been changed he knew that Baen and a handful of others had started to sharpen with their thoughts. That was fitting and right. He knew what and who he was and they should emulate him wherever they could. Draconic influence could at least give them an impression of being intelligent and above the petty worries the others had. It trained them to serve him and his needs. They were the ones that felt the ache he awoke with each day and frantic sense that he needed to hurry. He needed to find her. Perhaps those special few could be trained afterwards as servants. He had learned of servants watching them and he entertained the idea of having them in leisurely times to groom him and guard his lair when he left it against other humans. Perhaps he'd steal them away into the mountains for such a purpose.\n\nThe horn blasted again, this time louder than all the rest and he shook himself from his thoughts with a snarling rumble of annoyance. So they wanted to see him did they? He folded his wings straight to his sides before dropping down from the sky. He made no effort to slow his descent, only guide it with his tail as he spotted the blue of the twisting river beneath him and the dots of the boats floating over it. He narrowed his eyes until he could focus on the lead boat just ahead of him when he noticed that something had gone wrong. The lead boat was smoking more than a controlled cooking fire, it was alight along the edges and a sudden eruption of darts flying through the air came from the bushes. They were firing flaming arrows at the boats. The frustrations he had felt at being summoned found a target and he opened a wing briefly to shallow his glide.\n\nSithen saw the movement in the trees, in the bushes, like insects they infested the forest with their bodies while they shot hails of arrows towards the ships. He rolled his tongue up along the roof of his mouth and stroked it until he could feel the crackle and electricity forming along his teeth. Too late they looked up to see him dropping from the sky and dared to send up a wave of arrows at him. The small man killing weapons grazed against his stomach to bounce from his armor harmlessly while two sank into the softer flesh of his wing. The prickle of pain only enraged him further as he snapped his wings open wide and dropped his head down low. Lightning spilled from his jaws in a glorious blue crackle to strike along the trees and screams erupted beneath his body. Let the humans fawn upon him now. Let them think him tame.\n\n+\n\nGeneral Janus hunkered down with his men so deep under cover that the sun barely penetrated them. They didn't worry about being seen from ground view, they were hiding from what was above them. The sound of battle and the rank scent of burning tar and wood, with darker things came to him as the rest of the troop attacked the boat from hiding. The arrows had been ignited with a slow burning gel that was nearly impossible to extinguish without a concentrated effort. He had little hope they'd do more than stall the barbarians, but they would be forced to summon the creature. Let Timat whimper and slink along hoping to find the dragon sleeping, the general had other desires in his life. He would not be known as the man that killed a sleeping beast, he would be known as a dragon slayer!\n\nIt was only moments into the attack when the horns started to blast and he broke cover enough to watch the skies. At first he could only see the deep blue of a fall day and birds that arrowed back and forth on their migration routes. Soon, though, one of the birds started to grow larger and he realized the speck wasn't a bird at all. Instead the dragon was stooping like a falcon towards the battle and he bared his teeth in satisfaction at the sight. Like a well trained hound it wouldn't leave it's masters to die and burn beneath him. He hissed a warning to the men who moved in closer to the rigged spear gun that looked almost like a massive cross bow. It was normally designed for siege when they needed to launch lines over a wall, but it could serve another purpose.\n\nThe dragon dropped faster than the soldier expected until there was an audible snap and something erupted from his mouth. Screams and shrieks rang in his ears as the woods started to smoke under the lightning that came from the animals mouth. He twisted to the side and came around again to attack a second time while the army on the water cheered their champion on. Janus never missed a beat. No plan ever went according to plan and the lives lost would be acceptable losses when measured with what was gained. He pushed one of his men out of the way and started to carefully swivel the bow on its base to follow the movements. The beast was large enough that even in the air he wasn't as fast as a bird, there was too much bulk to move around to allow him that luxury.\n\nThe moment he saw the flash of grey and then white as the dragon banked he hissed out the command the wedge that was used to hold tension on the line was pulled back. The spear whistled out fast and true towards the air bound beast and slammed against the shoulder with a thud even they could hear. A sudden shriek broke through the air as the left wing crumpled and the beast twisted to one side as it went down. A roar of triumph broke from his throat counter acting the sounds coming from the boats. He could almost feel the tremor rocking through the ground as the beast hit the earth and disappeared from sight. He'd scored a hit, if the creature just stayed on the ground he'd be theirs.\n\n\"Get the others! Keep firing those damn arrows while we go finish the job!\" He barked out the order as he pushed his way out of the bushes and pulled out the heavy sword from its sheath. Maybe he'd simply kill Timat and claim the dragon had done it. Or that he'd killed himself. With his ranting it would be plausible and then he could rise up to claim a reward that was so richly deserved.\n\n+\n\nSithen felt the impact before the pain. The thud hit high up against his shoulder before he felt the pain of the razor sharp edges tearing through his muscle and scraping against the bone. It was high up enough he felt it snap a tendon from his wing as he shrieked out and it crumpled to one side of him limp. He had just enough speed and air space to twist his body towards the river as he went into a plummet towards the hard earth. The dark thick drops of blood splattered against his side and down his arm before he hit the shore of the river and formed a furrow through the muck and mud mingled thickly with his own blood. The stones scraped against his hide as he sucked in a breath and then another. He didn't try to get up, he needed to know how badly he was hurt.\n\nThose thoughts were driven from him as he heard the humans on the shore scream in triumph and their sounds growing closer. The hell if he would be here waiting for them like carrion! He heaved himself onto three legs and stared out at the river. With a snarl he twisted his head and tried to yank the spear out only to crush it between his teeth right above the wound. At least it wouldn't catch on anything, healing and removing it would have to wait. The boats would be just past the edge of the bend, up ahead should be clear, behind was fighting. He slid into the water as sinuous as a snake while he considered his options. He dove below the surface while dark ruby red blood turned smoky in the water and rushed back towards the boats. His eyes swirled a deep bloody crimson with pain and anger as he slid along the river bottom towards the sounds of fighting. He would earn his pint of blood back for this injury!\n\n"
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"value": "Cindy, a high school nerd, sat at the computer desk in her room looking up information about the newest MMORPG's to come out. A frown was on her face as well as tears. The tears stained her pale skin. It wasn't that the sixteen year old was unattractive, standing at 5 feet and an inch, with a truly petite body. She had shiny black and red hair. The red were highlights focused on her bangs and drooped over her left eye, while the black was kept to look disheveled, going down to about her shoulders.\n\n\"It's just not fair.\" She seemingly said to herself while slamming a fist down on the oaken desk. The wood contrasted with the room with it being a dark color and her room being bright pink. \"I move to a new town and get treated like a freak. Who cares if I'm different?\" She seemed like she was going to continue but stopped. After awhile of silence she nodded and spoke. \"You're right. They just want to feel better about themselves. I'll see you on the virtual side tomorrow.\" She clicked out of a chat box. Then she removed a headset that had been concealed under her hair, it wasn't that she wanted to hide it, it just kind of disappeared under her hair. After standing up and going out of the door of her room, she walked downstairs.\n\nOn the computer was a website featuring a new MMORPG. The game was called The Old World, it was probably some new fantasy game. Highlighted on the page were a few sentences that read. \"The Old World is the first game to ever utilize virtual reality by taking in your image and projecting it into the game, customization available at higher prices.\" Along with that was another window that had three check boxes on it. The one that read \"Ultimate\" was checked off. After awhile Cindy was back in her room and getting ready to sleep. Sleep took only a little while, and then she was out for the night.\n\nCindy woke to her alarm going off at seven thirty. She didn't usually get up this early on the weekends but today was an exception. The Old World was releasing, and she wanted to be able to set it up and play it as soon as possible. A shower, then getting dressed, and no breakfast was all that needed to be done before she got into her car to go to the local supercenter. It took longer than she would have liked at the store for her to get the game, two hours of waiting, then a half hour of struggling to get the sensor unit into her car. Then she was back on the way to her house.\n\nShe started the games installation first, that way it would install while she was setting up the sensor bed. She had thought it would be just some sort of scanner, but the object that scanned your body was a bed. It had a top and a bottom to it, so that it could get a three-sixty degree scan. Once she finally finished hooking that up to her computer she looked over and saw that the game was done installing.\n\n\"Well that's that then. Time to see if they're online yet.\" She sat down at her desk and went to the internet. The homepage took her directly to the main site of The Old World. On it, in the middle, was a countdown timer. It read five more minutes. Under the timer was a message from the developers.\n\n\"THANK YOU ALL FOR THE INTEREST!\" A ringing came from her phone which caused her to glance over to it. The caller I.D. read Sly. With a smile Cindy picked it up and answered happily.\n\n\"Hey man. How's it going?\" Cindy asked quickly.\n\n\"Not much out of the ordinary, if you don't count the fact that this game is about to go live.\" Sly answered with an excited tone. \"You ready? Everyone else is set up, so I'm hoping that you are too.\"\n\n\"Of course I am. I'm insulted that you would think that I'd miss out on this chance. The game of the century, and we are going to be some of the first to play it.\"\n\n\"Hell yeah. This is the plan. First we'll all be in three teams of three. All will be leveling first, at least until they are a high enough level to do more activities. Another meeting will happen then. After that, we'll wing it.\"\n\nSly was part of a guild that had been on multiples MMO's for at least five years now. As in the case of most guilds, not many members know each other in real life. Some of the more chatty ones gave out more information about their personal life than the quiet ones did. This formed the main group of the guild in which Cindy was part of.\n\nSly wasn't anyone to be afraid of up front or over the net. He was American, had a high school diploma and was about to start college. He was kind in words online and actions in real life. The young adult had an athletic build and ocean blue eyes. His hair was a plain blonde, nothing extravagant about it. Straight A student, good athletic scores, who was social with friends at school.\n\nA beeping sounded snapping the two of them out of their geek talk.\n\n\"Looks like it's time.\" Sly said in little more than a whisper.\n\n\"Yea, see you on the other side.\" Cindy said in a similar style. \"Race ya there.\" She said quickly before hanging up. A couple of slow steps and she was at the sensor unit, something that looked like a bed. It had pads lining the sides and back, a tube that fitted over the top and dots lining the interior of the machine. \"Ok, you can do this. She said to herself before laying down onto it. With awkward movements she was able to slide the top closed, meaning that the only two openings were at the top of her head and bottom of her feet. The clear glass blinked a couple of times before a screen flashed to life. \"Ok, simple sign up crap. Let's see here.\" A couple of muttered swears were said as she went through the pop-ups. It wasn't long until she was done and had begun the logging in progress.\n\nSoon enough the images stopped being just in front of her, and became all around her as an unnatural sleep swept over her. Cindy didn't worry too much about it; it was how it became virtual reality after all. When it was all done and she was able to look around, she did that in wonderment.\n\nThe cold material of the sensor bed was forgotten as she began to move around. It was an odd sensation, she knew she wasn't moving around on the outside but the signals from her brain were still being received, just to her virtual self.\n\nThe area that she was at looked to be a wooden cottage. The walls were a plain brown color. In front of her were three tables, each held an assortment of weapons. She stepped to the middle table; it held an assortment of ranged weapons. A voice then sounded from inside her head.\n\n\"Chosen one, you are looking at the weapons that pierce foes with deadly accuracy. The hidden talents that lie within the user of these weapons can cripple foes with well placed shots. These professions are for those that like distance to separate them from their enemies.\" Cindy shook her head before walking to a table with what looked like staves and wands. \"The weapons you see before you are scoffed at by many. It is hard for those that are not trained in the magical arts to be able to use or even see the potential in the seemingly plain objects. The magic withheld can be destructive or even helpful; it is your choice as to what your discipline allows you to be.\"\n\n\"Perfect choice, as always.\" Cindy said before touching the table. A light shined as her view spun around. A menu showed up next to her character, which looked just like her, at least for the time being. The customization options popped up in a streamlined fashion. After scanning through the choices she had finally decided on her character. She had chosen to make a beast-folk character that kept most of her features but gave her light brown fur and a mouse tail and ears.\n\nAfter the appearance was done came the weapon choice. The choices were a staff, a wand, an orb, or chakrams. They specialized in, black magic, white magic, summoning magic, or a mix between martial skill and magic, respectively. Cindy thought for a moment before reaching for the orb. The other weapons disappeared while the orb floated into her hands. As soon as it touched her she could feel power rushing through her. Then came a voice.\n\n\"Chosen one, to be able to study in the arts of summoning your name must be inscribed into your weapon. What is your name?\" Cindy smiled as she thought before a virtual keyboard popped up. She typed in her in-game name, one that she used often. Malinory. After pressing enter she was taken to a loading screen, which when done took her to an open field that had some players going through the tutorials.\n\nShe did a search through an in-game menu to see if she could find some of her guild mates, none had made it to the training field yet. Even though the game had just came out her guild had been able to sign-up before the launch and had been accepted, so their roster was already listed. She and her guildmates were truly devoted to games like this, something that would prove invaluable."
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"value": "### Title: Dragonborn Rising Ch. 03\n\n### Tags: skyrim, dragons, thalmor, fantasy\n\n### Characters\n\n**Naadia**: The protagonist of the story, Naadia is a powerful and influential figure in Skyrim. She is the Dragonborn, Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold, Agent of Mara, and former Listener for the Dark Brotherhood. She is also the Thane of Falkreath and is married to Vilkas. Despite her numerous titles and responsibilities, Naadia is portrayed as a complex character with a deep sense of duty and compassion. She is a half-breed—part Nord and part Redguard—which adds to her unique perspective and experiences.\n\n**Vilkas**: Vilkas is Naadia's husband and a former member of the Companions. He is a strong and loyal companion to Naadia, often providing emotional support and practical advice. Vilkas is depicted as a wise and thoughtful character, despite his initial appearance as a gruff and straightforward warrior. He is deeply devoted to Naadia and is willing to stand by her side, no matter the challenges they face.\n\n**Elisif Stormcloak**: The High Queen of Skyrim, Elisif is a central figure in the political landscape of Skyrim. She is married to Ulfric Stormcloak, who serves as her Regent. Elisif is described as a conscious and dutiful ruler, who is deeply loved by her subjects. Her sudden and violent death serves as a catalyst for the events of the story.\n\n**Ulfric Stormcloak**: Ulfric is the husband of Elisif Stormcloak and serves as the Regent of Skyrim. He is a former Jarl of Eastmarch and a key figure in the political landscape of Skyrim. Ulfric is described as a strong and capable leader, who is deeply devoted to his wife and his duties as Regent. His sudden and violent death, alongside Elisif, sets the stage for the story's events.\n\n**Cicero**: Cicero is a former member of the Dark Brotherhood, known for his eccentric and often maniacal behavior. He is deeply devoted to the Night Mother and is willing to carry out her bidding, no matter the cost. Cicero is described as a cunning and ruthless killer, who takes great pleasure in his work.\n\n**Elenwen**: Elenwen is the Thalmor Ambassador to Skyrim and a high-ranking member of the Aldmeri Dominion. She is a cunning and ruthless political figure, who is willing to use any means necessary to achieve her goals. Elenwen is deeply involved in the political intrigue of Skyrim and is always looking for ways to exploit the situation to her advantage.\n\n**Aenthil Graylock**: Graylock is the Chief-Staff of the Thalmor Embassy and a high-ranking member of the Aldmeri Dominion. He is a cunning and ambitious political figure, who is willing to use any means necessary to achieve his goals. Graylock is deeply involved in the political intrigue of Skyrim and is always looking for ways to exploit the situation to his advantage.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe sudden and violent deaths of High Queen Elisif Stormcloak and her husband, Regent Ulfric Stormcloak, send shockwaves through the political landscape of Skyrim. The queen's trusted advisor and Dragonborn, Naadia Heart-Striker, is suddenly thrust into the role of Intendant and future High Queen. Naadia, already burdened with numerous titles and responsibilities, must now navigate the complex political landscape of Skyrim and prepare for her coronation.\n\nAs Naadia and her husband, Vilkas, travel to Whiterun, they are ambushed by Dremora, summoned beings from the plane of Oblivion. The couple must fight for their lives against these powerful and ruthless creatures, ultimately defeating them and the mage who summoned them. Naadia suspects that the attack is part of a larger political plot and vows to uncover the truth.\n\nMeanwhile, the Thalmor Ambassador to Skyrim, Elenwen, and her Chief-Staff, Aenthil Graylock, discuss the recent events and the potential opportunities they present. Elenwen is eager to exploit the situation to her advantage and tasks Graylock with gathering information on Naadia and the current state of Skyrim. As the story unfolds, it becomes clear that the political landscape of Skyrim is fraught with danger and intrigue, and Naadia must use all of her skills and resources to navigate these treacherous waters and secure her place as the future High Queen."
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"value": "*Lakeview Manor, Near Falkreath* \n\n\"By the gods! That was amazing,\" exclaimed Vilkas. He rolled off her, fully-spent and covered with sweat. He lay on his back in their bed next to his wife, panting for air. This was the first time they had ever made love in the morning. \"I have to admit,\" he said as his wife straddled his broad chest and began massaging him, \"It felt very nice to make love the way we did. Like you said - as true Nords.\" \n\nAs she ran her fingers through his chest hair, he reached up and cupped her ample breasts in his hands and toyed with her dark nipples. She smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Stopping just before she did, she said, \"Thank you for not pressing me with questions, last night. I was completely exhausted.\" She then punctuated the point by kissing him deeply. As they embraced, his hands slid from her breasts, to her butt. He took one cheek in each hand and playfully began to knead them with his calloused hands. She moaned in pleasure and then rolled off him and snuggled, enjoying the warmth of his body. \n\n\"Now that you've rested, and we've reacquainted ourselves,\" Vilkas began as he caressed her satin smooth, dark-brown skin, \"Tell me what has happened. I thought Elisif was High Queen.\" \n\n\"Elisif and Ulfric have been murdered,\" Naadia said bluntly and to the point. All the while choking back tears that began welling-up at the memory of seeing their bodies. \n\n\"By the gods, you're serious! Aren't you, \"Vilkas explained. \n\nNaadia silently nodded affirmation and couldn't speak. After several moments of quiet to compose herself, she shared with her husband the details of what had occurred the previous day. Travelling to High Hrothgar, the passing of Paarthurnax and in doing so, learning the ancient dragon's message. She then relayed the tale of flying to Solitude. She shared the tizzy she had thrown the city into, when she had told Kinzongraagviing to land in the courtyard of Castle Dour. Then running to the Blue Palace, where she met Jarl Balgruuf the Greater, the official representative of Haafingar Hold. Ulfric had recommended his old friend as Jarl of the region, at the end of the Dragon War. \n\nHe led Naadia to the Queen's bed chamber, which had been sealed and was now under guard. The bodies had been removed, but the horrific evidence of the crime was still evident. \n\n\"If it wasn't so messy, I would say this had all the marking of the Dark Brotherhood,\" the Jarl had said. \n\nVilkas interrupted and said, \"I thought you had turned things around with the Brotherhood and they were walking the straight and narrow.\" \n\nNaadia sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest and replied, \"I thought I had as well. I will need to speak with Nazim about that.\" \n\nShe then described how the Brotherhood had always insisted on everything being as neat and clean. The less evidence the better. The royal bed chamber was simply littered with it. Bloody boot prints were everywhere. It was as if the assassin had purposefully trod through the blood and had tracked it around the room. \n\nShe continued by saying, \"I didn't tell Balgruuf this, but I recognized the tracks.\" \n\n\"You did,\" exclaimed Vilkas. \n\nShe looked at her husband and said coolly, \"They were special boots. A jester's boots.\" \n\n\"Like that maniac, Cicero, you told me about,\" asked Vilkas. \n\nHot tears spilled from Naadia's eyes. She balled a fist and punched the bed and hissed, \"When I find that little son of a bitch, I will make him pay! If there's anything left of him after the questioning, it'll get fed to a dragon!\" \n\n\"I can understand,\" said Vilkas, \"They were friends.\" \n\n\"No! It's not just that,\" exclaimed Naadia. \n\nShe then described seeing the bodies. Both has been stabbed numerous times, besides having their throats slashed. They had been removed to another room, where the priests of Arkay had cleaned them and covered them with a linen sheet, before the final preparations were made for their interment. Styrr, the aged priest of Arkay in Solitude had escorted her into the room. He had uncovered their faces, so she could verify their identities. \n\nNaadia's voice began to quiver again, as she was becoming overcome by her emotions, \"I ...,\" was all she could manage and them she buried her face in Vilkas' chest and wept for several minutes. He patted her back and comforted her. \n\nWhen she was done crying, she used the edge of a blanket to wipe her eyes and composed herself. \"I saw he had been stabbed countless times, but he had also tried to put up a fight, as there were wounds on his arms and hands. Like he was trying to defend himself,\" said Naadia. \n\nIn describing Elisif, she said she appeared in much the same way, except there were no defensive wounds. Likely she was caught by complete surprise. She was overcome by another bout of crying as she said, \"It was then I saw ...,\" and again couldn't continue for several minutes. \n\nAfter this wave of emotion had subsided, Vilkas inquired, \"What did you see that upset you so?\" \n\n\"When I was examining Elisif's wounds I saw something strange,\" Naadia began and paused. She then said, \"Elisif had always been very conscious of her appearance and would never over indulge. Her stomach appeared bigger and then I realized, the bulge I saw on her abdomen was lower than her stomach.\" \n\n\"By the gods,\" said Vilkas catching the meaning of his wife's observation and exclaimed, \"The queen was pregnant!\" \n\nNaadia silently nodded her head and then laid it down on her husband's chest. \"Not only that. Someone, probably the assassin, had cutff a handful of her hair.\" \n\n\"Vilkas grimly said, \"Proof that she was dead. The bastard!\" \n\nThey laid there in silence for several minutes and then Naadia described what happened afterwards. Balgruuf had led her to the throne room of the palace. Sitting in the receiving area off to one side was Falk Firebeard, the Royal Steward. On the table in front of his was a locked strong box. \n\nAs they approached, he rose to greeted them a sad smile on his face. Being who he was, he cut through any possible pleasantries and went right to the business at hand. \n\nHe rotated the strongbox so that Naadia could see that it was not only locked, but it was also sealed with the royal seal of Skyrim. \"Dragonborn,\" Falk said, addressing her in her official title. \"Have you ever seen this chest before?\" To which she replied she hadn't. \n\nHe then instructed, \"Please examine the seal to ensure that it is intact, unmolested and not broken in any way.\" She complied. \n\nHe turned to the Jarl and said, \"Jarl Balgruuf, please witness as I break this seal on behalf of Queen Elisif Stormcloak.\" \n\nThe Jarl nodded his head as Firebeard knelt and drew a dagger from his belt. He placed the point of the blade under the seal and popped it from its location. He sheathed the weapon and picked the seal up from the floor and examined it. \n\nHe handed it to the Jarl and said, \"Jarl Balgruuf, please serve as witness as I unlock this chest, on behalf of Queen Elisif Stormcloak.\" Firebeard then removed a gold chain from under his cloak. Attached to the chain was a key. He placed the key in the lock and turned it producing an audible click, as the mechanism opened. He then stood and faced Naadia once more. \n\nAddressing her he said, \"Dragonborn, I was given instructions by the queen if dire circumstances ever befell her or her Regent. Jarl Balgruuf, please open the strong box and then step aside.\" \n\nThe Jarl gravely stepped forward, mumbling that they should forego the pomp and circumstance and just open the damned chest. He unlatched the clasps and lifted the lid, to expose the green satin interior and the single scroll the chest contained. \n\n\"Thank you, Jarl Balgruuf,\" said the steward and stepped forward. He took the scroll and intoned, \"I will now open and read the final order given by Elisif Stormcloak, High Queen of Skyrim.\" \n\nHe cleared his voice and began reading, in monotone saying, \"I Elisif Stormcloak, High Queen of Skyrim being of sound mind and body, as well as of my own free will do decree that if I become incapacitated or perish, my successor will be my child ...\" \n\n\"What,\" said Balgruuf in shocked surprise, \"I didn't know Elisif was pregnant!\" \n\nNaadia slowly shook her head in the affirmative. \n\nFalk continued, saying, \"If my successor is not of age, Ulfric Stormcloak, my husband and Regent of Skyrim, will dutifully rule in his or her stead, until their 12th birthday. If I have no successor, the Regent will assume the throne. Additionally, if the Regent has died or is incapacitated to the degree of being unfit ...,\" he paused as his eyes widen and he looked at Naadia. \n\n\"By the Nine, you pompous peacock,\" Balgruuf commanded, \"Out with it. Read the rest of the damned decree.\" \n\nFirebeard whose feathers were becoming quite ruffled at the interruptions began again, \"If the Regent has died or is incapacitated to the degree of being unfit to rule, the Dragonborn, Naadia Heart-Striker or whoever the said Dovahkiin may be, will rule Skyrim.\" \n\nShe sat up and said to her husband, \"I felt all the air leave my lungs and lost all the strength in my legs. I nearly fainted at that\" \n\n\"By the Nine,\" said Vilkas and then blurtedut, \"What are you going to do?\" \n\nNaadia said flatly, \"I guess I'm going to be High Queen.\" \n\nShe went onto explain that her official title was now Intendant and that the state funeral would be held in five-days, after the official time of laying in state for public viewing. There would be a thirty-day period of mourning, as preparations for the coronation were made. Then she would be crowned High Queen of Skyrim. \n\nAfter another moment of silence, she again straddled him and laid on his chest. Vilkas asked, \"What are your plans?\" \n\n\"Well,\" she began as she sat up, \"I have some things to think over. I'll need to do some travelling, like going to Winterhold to check on the girls. For today though, we'll need to take a ride to Whiterun, but the day is still quite young.\" \n\nShe sat up and reached behind her to begin fondling his penis, \"Right now, we have time to play some more. We can wrestle, and I might even let you win.,\" she said and smiled seductively. \n\nWith a forefinger, he traced a line from the space between her breasts, down across her stomach, to between her legs. His finger brushed her pubic hair and then found her clitoris. He began playfully rubbing it. \n\nHe smiled and said, \"I don't know. I could get used to this whole passion thing. I enjoyed you doing all the work. Why, I think I could get used to being royally fucked, from time-to-time!\" \n\n*Northern Falkreath Hold* \n\nHe loved the darkness. He loved the quiet and the ability to hide within its embrace. He loved being able to move through it to claim his victims. He loved the sense of power he drew from it and the insecurity it instilled in his prey. \n\nCicero moved quietly through the dark passages of his abode, toward the large central meeting room. It was a large cavern and still bore some of the marks of the previous occupants. There were a few things that had escaped the fire that had swept through the complex. The only other occupants were the skeletons that rattled as they patrolled the halls. He breathed in deeply and smiled. The smell of death hung in the air. \n\nHe had parted company with the Dark Brotherhood a year-ago. The Night Mother had been sorely displeased with how the Listener was behaving. She was trying to steal the family away from Sithis and the Nigh Mother's love and give it to that haughty bitch, who sat on Skyrim's throne. He left the frigid Dawnstar Sanctuary and returned to the dark, quiet forest north of Falkreath. To the Brotherhood's old sanctuary, which was now a system of caves after the Imperial forces had raided it and started the fire. \n\nHe had found his true love living here. Elabythe was quite a beauty, he thought. She loved everything that he did, including dead things. She had been thrown out of the College of Winterhold for practicing necromancy and had fled to warm climes and found the old abandoned Sanctuary. She sensed the dark energy that still resided here and made it her home. When Cicero had returned and found her here, he had considered it providential gift from the Night Mother herself. \n\nHe also discovered that he had brothers and sisters in the Night! \n\nThe Night Mother introduced him to his dark family and he had introduced Elabythe to them. They had quickly become a close family. It had only been recently that the Night Mother had informed him the Sacrament had been made against the High Queen and her Regent. It seemed quite fitting that he should have the honor of fulfilling it. \n\nOn his return trip from Solitude, he had met with his some of his night siblings and was told to send a message of the sacrament's completion, to the one who initiated the ritual. \n\nAs he walked the dark passages he giggled, as he came up with an inspirational idea. He cleared his throat and said out loud, \"Elabythe, I'm home,\" dragging out the last words and cackled with glee, as he heard the words echo off into the distance. \n\nHe gave an evil smile and then said in theatrical fiendishness, \"I'm going to come and get you. And eat you all up!\" \n\nIn the distance he heard a blood-chilling scream, which sent shivers of excitement running through him. This was followed by the seductive call of, \"I'm waiting, my dead pet.\" \n\nHe rubbed his hands together with glee and looking down, noticed they were still covered with the dried blood of his victims. As he began walking down the passageway, he smiled and knew she wouldn't mind. \n\nHe entered the large central chamber which was lit by only a few candles. In the darkness he saw several skeletons standing guard. He noticed several bodies lying sprawled on the floor. Obviously, some bandits had come snooping in the wrong cave. Well tisk-tisk on that, he thought. \n\nLaying naked on some blankets nearby was Elabythe. She was an Imperial, like him and just a little taller than he was. She was slim, morbidly pale and her skin was covered with dirt and splashes of mud, blood and gore. Her black hair was matted and filthy. She spread her legs to show Cicero the disgusting treat that was waiting for him and asked seductively, \"Hello my love. Are you ready to devour me?\" \n\n*The Thalmor Embassy - Haafingar Hold* \n\n\"You may begin,\" said Elenwen as she took her first sip of Sunhold tea. She held the platter in one hand and elegantly quaffed the hot drink from a fine porcelain cup held in the other. The southwestern region of Alinor was known for its tea plants and she slowly sipped it, to enjoy every drop. \n\nAenthil Graylock cleared his throat and began his presentation. The Ambassador occupied the only seat of the front row of chairs, while the remaining senior staff of Justicars crammed themselves into the three remaining. He thought to himself, Elenwen is as popular as ever. \n\nWhen he had received the Ambassador's invitation to dinner last night he had been on his guard. His wariness had prevented him from fully enjoying the evening and performing his best in bed. During dinner he was expecting everything that was brought to their table to be poisoned and during their lovemaking, he had fully expected Elenwen to shove a dagger into his ribs. She had the reputation of being a sadist and drew grew intense pleasure in inflicting pain of all kinds \n\nHe began with the official news that Skyrim's queen was dead. This caused quite a stir among most of the attendees. There was an audible gasp at the news and then debate commenced as to probable causes of death. Although all of them were shocked at the news, hardly no one was saddened by it. \n\nElenwen ended this banter with a stiff and loud, \"Ahem.\" She then followed by saying, \"This is most unfortunate news. Graylock, do we know anything else?\" \n\nAenthil reported evenly, \"Yes Ambassador. Our sources indicate that the queen and her Regent, Ulfric Stormcloak, were murdered by the Dark Brotherhood.\" \n\nThere was mumbling behind her as Elenwen glanced to the side to overhear. A smile played at the corners of her mouth as she eavesdropped on one unidentified Justicar loudly whispering to someone sitting next to him, \"Good riddance to both of them.\" \n\nEnding the sidebar conversations, she said without the slightest tint of remorse, \"How unfortunate. Whatever will they do without Elisif?\" \n\n\"My Lady,\" Graylock said, \"We have heard that the official funeral will be in one-weeks' time. After that preparations will be made to crown a successor.\" \n\nElenwen scoffed, \"A successor. She had no heir and her husband is dead as well. What are they going to do? Dig Torygg up and prop his moldering corpse on the throne.\" \n\nGraylock was shocked at the ambassador's lack of compassion. Yes, they were adversaries, but they were heads of state - royalty - shouldn't they be afforded a small degree of respect. The Chieff-Staff cleared his throat and responded, \"My Lady, we have heard that Elisif's successor will be the one the Nords call, the Dragonborn.\" \n\nElenwen's eyes narrowed at that remark and the silence in the tension could have been cut with a knife. \"Isn't that interesting,\" was her response and then she ordered, \"Graylock, have your people dig up everything they have on this person. I want to know what he or she had for breakfast this morning. The last time they shit, and which hand they wiped with. Everything!\" \n\n\"Yes, Ambassador,\" he replied, aghast at her coarseness. \n\nElenwen then asked, \"What are some weakness in Skyrim someone could take advantage of, presently?\" \n\n\"Well,\" began Graylock turning to a map mounted on the wall behind him, motioning as he spoke, \"Although most of Skyrim's holds have been very quiet of late, there are still pockets of Foresworn operating in The Reach, near Markarth.\" \n\nHe continued by saying that although Elisif had preached a message of inclusion for all of Skyrim's inhabitants, Nord supremacy still had a foothold in Eastmarch, Ulfric's old Jarlship. Lastly, he shared that from what he knew the Dragonborn was not a 'true' Nord. She was a half-breed - part Nord and part Redguard. He explained that this could possibly be used to their advantage, among their friendships with pro-Dominion Nords. \n\n\"Very good,\" said the Ambassador. She smiled and then said, \"See what you can do to stir the pot. I want to be updated on your plans before travelling to Solitude. I will appear there, but won't be staying for the funeral. I will have to travel back to Cloudrest and inform the Council of what's transpired. You will be taking my place.\" \n\nA slight bustle of conversation quietly began behind her, but she ended it by loudly inquiring, \"Speaking of Markarth. What is the status of the ongoing operation there?\" \n\n*Falkreath Hold -* *Near the Border to Whiterun Hold* \n\nThey had been riding in silence for quite some time. Vilkas had been giving his wife time to reflect on things and he didn't what to disturb her. He breathed in deeply and looked around. It was one of those rare, beautiful Skyrim days. With a cloudless, blue sky and a cool, not cold breeze blowing. Something very rare for this time of year. \n\nThat morning after their breakfast, Rayya, the Housecarl Naadia merited as Thane of Falkreath had visited Lakeview Manor. Naadia had asked the Redguard attendant to ride to Rorikstead to retrieve the mount she had left there. They had then gotten dressed for the ride into Whiterun. Vilkas donned his wolf armor and his trusty two-handed sword was slung to his back. Naadia had dressed in customary light leather armor, but he had protested. \n\n\"You're the High Queen now, not some childish adventurer. You need to be protected,\" he had said, and this had precipitated an argument. Naadia's hackles were raised at being called childish. She then made it loudly known that she would ride naked if she wanted to and that she was fully capable of protecting herself. \nEventually, she relented and in a sullen and silent huff, she dressed herself in her light Nordic armor set, which was a combination of lighter plates of quicksilver and chainmail. He would have preferred her heavy wolf armor like what he wore, but he was willing to compromise. \n\nThey had ridden side-by-side for several miles when he finally broke the silence, \"A septim for your thoughts,\" he said. \n\nNaadia looked at him, smiled and said, \"I was just thinking that all of this was going to be gone soon,\" removing one hand from her reins to motion at the surrounding wilderness. \n\n\"All of this won't be gone and neither will you, my love,\" Vilkas said and seeing that she was readying herself for another fight held up a hand and said, \"Hear me out.\" \n\nHe continued by saying, \"I meant to say we aren't going away, our positions in life are just changing.\" \n\nNaadia raised her eyebrows and said, \"Oh, you're a philosopher now? Ice brains\" \n\nVilkas shrugged and said, \"I am the smarter brother,\" and reminded her that he was also the older brother. He and his brother Farkas were twins and both had been long time members of the Companions. \n\nShe guffawed and slapped her leg in laughter. She always enjoyed her husband's deadpan humor. \n\n\"All of this,\" Vilkas began, \"has prepared you for this time in your life. All of your experiences.\" \n\nNaadia was truly curious at this flash of deep-thinking on her husband's part and wanted to pursue it further. \"What do you mean,\" she replied. \n\n\"Being the Harbinger,\" he stated, \"Has taught you about duty and honor. Something that every good ruler needs to be familiar with.\" \n\n\"That's impressive,\" she replied taken aback and asked, \"How about being the Arch Mage of the College of Winterhold?\" \n\nHe scratched the stubble on his chin and said, \"The proper use of power.\" \n\nNaadia pressed forward, \"The Agent of Mara?\" \n\n\"Love and compassion,\" Vilkas responded. \n\n\"The Listener for the Dark Brotherhood,\" Naadia blurtedut, thinking that this would truly stump him. \n\n\"The consequences for one's actions,\" he said wryly, with a grim smile. \n\nShe was flabbergasted by his simple logic, as her mouth dropped open. \n\nVilkas went on to explain that he felt they were all on Mundas for a reason and he looked her in the eye and finished by saying she had taught him the importance of everyone. She blushed with embarrassment and smiled. Naadia steered her horse closer to his. She placed a gloved hand on his thigh and said, \"I'm sorry for being a bitch before.\" \n\nVilkas smiled and replied, \"I can't imagine the pressure you're under, but I am always going to be here. I have your back, shield sister.\" \n\n\"Thank you, my love,\" she replied as she leaned toward his for a kiss. \n\nJust then, the world exploded in flames, as a huge ball of fire exploded under their horses, flinging them from their saddles. One mount had been killed in the explosion and the other had bolted in fright, leaving them in the middle of the road. Staggering, Vilkas came to his feet and drew the massive two-handed sword. \n\nDazed, Naadia got to her feet and waved her hands. Instantly, a sword made of magicka appeared in each hand. Another fireball exploded near them and showered them with flaming debris, as out of the trees four black armor-clad warriors charged them. \n\nNaadia knew exactly what they were and exclaimed, \"Shit! Dremora.\" \n\nThese demonic, manlike beings were from the plane of Oblivion. As they charged them brandishing hideous black swords, they screamed, \"Die mortals!\" \n\nAs the Arch Mage, Naadia knew these were summoned beings. If they could find the mages who had made the summons, they could end this battle quickly, but until they did she knew they were in a fight for their lives. \n\nVilkas moved to take on two and Naadia maneuvered to fight the other two. The clang of steel rang out and sparks flew as Vilkas used the massive steel sword to block the demonic looking Daedric swords the Dremora wielded. He ducked as one of the Dremora slashed and then came up in a massive counter-swing that removed the creature's head. The figure disappeared in a cloud of noxious black vapor. \n\nNaadia braced herself and seeing that her two opponents were approaching together, took in a breath and shouted, \"Fus Ro Dah!\" \n\nThe concussive unrelenting fore shout slammed into the Dremora, knocking them over like rag dolls and flinging them through the air. One crashed into a tree and the other tumbled across the ground. Over her shoulder she heard Vilkas cry out in pain as he was slashed, but didn't have time to look over her shoulder. She leapt forward at the closest Dremora and drove both swords into it, as it shrieked in pain and disappeared. She then backpedaled as her second assailant charged forward again, screaming, \"I will feast on your heart!\" \n\nThe Daedra's sword connected with her right arm as she was attempting to block the swing. Too slow she thought to herself, as pain screamed up her arm and blood began seeping from the deep wound. She couldn't maintain the bound sword with that hand, so she let the spell drop. \n\nThey swung and parried, each trying to gain the upper hand. Naadia was slowly losing ground in the fight, as she felt her stamina fading from the blow she had received. Then out of nowhere Vilkas appeared with a mighty down swing of the two-handed sword's heavy steel blade that nearly cleaved the Dremora in two. \n\nAs the Daedra vaporized into noxious vapor, Naadia knew she had no time to rest. The summoning mages was nearby and had to be dealt with, before more Daedra were summoned. She glanced briefly at her husband and saw that he had been wounded in several places as well \n\n\"I don't know what I hate worse,\" Vilkas panted, \"Frost spiders or fucking daedra.\" \n\nJust then, Naadia saw a flash of movement from the hillside on their left. She dropped the bound sword she held and pointed up the hill. Just then a massive bolt of lightning crackled from her fingertips and they heard a screech of pain. \n\nThey ran together through the brush and came upon a female Altmer in black robes. There was a scorch mark on her side that was smoldering, from where the lightning bolt had struck her. \n\n\"Pathetic bitch,\" she screamed and raised a hand to cast a spell. Naadia raised her free hand and instantly a shield of magicka energy appeared, which deflected the stream of fire that leapt from the high elf's hand. \n\nVilkas leapt into the fray and swung his sword with the flat of the blade crashing into the elf's chest and she slammed back into a tree. He then pivoted and brought the blade around and cleanly severed her head with a jet of crimson gushing from the stump of her neck, as the blade sank deeply into the trunk of the tree behind her. \n\nHe staggered and fell to one knee and muttered, \"Fucking mages. I hate them too.\" \n\nHe got to his feet and worked the blade of his sword out of the tree with a grunt, as Naadia scanned the surrounding woods. She thought to herself, there had to be more than one mage as there had been four daedra. \n\nThey searched around the mage and found an intricate looking staff in the brush. The elf must have lost her grip on it, when she was struck by Naadia's lightning bolt. Naadia had never seen a staff like it before. A search of the body found a few potions and about 50 gold septims. Before she examined the staff further, Naadia used her restoration magicka to heal Vilkas and then herself. \n\nVilkas shook his head in wonder and said, \"I would have expected a few bandits on this road, not some high elf mage.\" \n\n\"There should have been more mages, but I don't see any other trails.\" She looked at the staff in her hands and said, \"This probably has something to do with it. I'll need to examine this further, but we can't stay here\" \n\nShe then suggested they stop first in Riverwood to procure another mount and get some food before heading onto Whiterun. \n\n\"I'm all over that,\" said Vilkas. \n\nAfter a search for nearly an hour, they found their horse and brought it back to the road, it was Vilkas' mount. Hey quickly stripped the saddle and tack from Naadia's now dead horse and secured it to that of Vilkas. He then swung up into the saddle and then pulled her up, behind him. The going would be slower until they got a second mount and they figured they would make it to Whiterun, sometime that evening."
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"value": "### Title: Best For Who Ch. 02\n\n### Tags: younger female, threesome, outdoor sex, reluctance, birthday surprise, massage, teasing, oral sex, sitter, alcohol\n\n### Characters\n\n**Jodi**: Jodi is a young woman who works as a live-in au pair. She is described as slender and attractive, with a conservative personality. She is close friends with Amberley and has a playful, somewhat reserved demeanor. She is also employed by and lives with Dave, helping with his kids.\n\n**Dave**: Dave is a middle-aged man, approximately 37 years old, who employs Jodi as an au pair. He is divorced or separated from Kelly and has a relaxed, friendly personality. He is attracted to both Jodi and Amberley and enjoys their company.\n\n**Amberley**: Amberley is Jodi's outgoing and attractive friend. She is confident, flirtatious, and enjoys being the center of attention. Amberley is very open about her sexuality and has a playful, sometimes provocative, demeanor. She is also very comfortable with her body and sexuality, and enjoys pushing boundaries.\n\n### Plot\n\nAfter a couple of weeks of tension, Jodi and Dave's relationship returns to normal, with Jodi helping Dave clean up and spending more time with him and the kids. Jodi invites her friend Amberley over for dinner on Friday night, which Dave agrees to, marking a return to relaxed personal communication between them. Amberley, who is beautiful and confident, arrives and immediately makes a strong impression on Dave. The three of them enjoy a pleasant dinner together, with plenty of laughter and drinking.\n\nAs the night progresses, the group moves to the balcony for more drinks and cigarettes, and the conversation turns to reminiscing about past relationships and experiences. Amberley's flirtatious nature and the alcohol lead to a playful game of truth or dare, which quickly escalates into more intimate dares. The dares involve removing clothing and performing mildly sexual acts, such as licking nipples, which creates a charged atmosphere among the three of them.\n\nThroughout the game, tensions and attractions between the characters are explored, with Jodi initially hesitant but eventually participating in the dares. Amberley's confident and provocative nature drives the game forward, while Dave finds himself increasingly aroused and involved. The story culminates in a series of increasingly intimate dares, with Jodi and Amberley both participating and Dave struggling to maintain his composure. The dynamic between the three characters shifts as they navigate the boundaries of their friendships and attractions."
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"value": "It took two weeks before things went back to how they had been before. Jodi stayed at Amberley on the Saturday night after helping her clean up, was business as usual with the kids during the week but went to her room early each night. \n\n'Would it be okay if Amberley came over for dinner on Friday night?' Jodi asked on the Wednesday before the kids were due to go to my in-laws for the weekend. \n\n'Sure, as long as she isn't putting an open invitation out for everyone else?' I grinned and felt relieved when Jodi matched my smile. It was the first relaxed personal communication we'd had that didn't involve the kids since the Sandy debacle. \n\n'She says she wants to meet the fool who lets me sponge off him.' We both laughed at that. \n\n'She hasn't had much experience with kids has she?' I asked. \n\n'Only child, so not even a younger brother or sister,' Jodi laughed. \n\n'Am I cooking...?' \n\n'On me, it's your birthday after all.' I must've looked surprised because she added, 'you hadn't forgotten had you?' \n\n'Ah, yeah I had,' I grinned a little self-consciously. 'Thirty seven, who wants to celebrate that?' I moaned in mock pain. \n\n'I'll getcha a walking stick,' she laughed. \n\nI arrived home just after six on Friday to the sound of Astra's retro-70's The Weirding blasting through the house. That is if psychedelic progressive rock ever blasts, even if it was released in 2009. I walked up the stairs, loosening my tie to be met by Amberley. At least I assumed it was Amberley. She was about the same height as Jodi, slim with long, very shapely legs revealed under a black mini skirt, and long dark hair that was braided into a pony tail that fell almost to her waist. Most striking about her was her face, she was simply beautiful. Almond shaped green eyes that perpetually promised something wicked, full lips that covered large perfect teeth and edged with a wide pouty mouth topped off with perfectly shaped cheek bones, an exquisitely proportioned nose and a slender neck. \n\n'Shit Jodes!' She yelled out, as she walked towards me. 'You said he was okay looking but he's actually pretty cute.' I glanced at Jodi who was chopping up salad items in the kitchen. She smiled at me and raised her eyebrows as if to say, 'that's who she is.' \n\n'Happy birthday,' Amberley added, throwing her arms around my neck and planting a soft wet kiss on my lips. She smelt feminine and of alcohol and her body was warm and soft against me. \n\n'Hi Amberley,' I laughed as she stepped back. 'Nice to meet you.' \n\n'Of course it is,' she quipped. 'Now go get changed.' \n\nAs I walked towards the bedroom she added, 'I reckon you're right Jodes. Hard to tell under those suit pants but I reckon he's got a great butt just like you said.' I looked back at Jodi over my shoulder but she had busied herself with the salad and didn't respond. Amberley just laughed and winked at me. \n\nAmberley was a girl who loved to be the centre of attention, but was also inclusive of those around her. As such it was a funny, pleasant and relaxing dinner, with the three of us laughing often and drinking our way rapidly through three bottles of red wine, before moving to the balcony and onto the vodka. Amberley offered me a cigarette before lighting one herself. \n\n'Only smoke when I drink,' she said. \n\n'Which means she starts smoking around midday and finishes after midnight,' Jodi added quickly. 'Every day!' \n\n'Up yours,' Amberley scowled at her friend. I was reminded of Kelly then, she too would smoke once she had reached her third drink or so. \n\n'What'cha thinking 'bout?' Jodi had obviously seen my expression change. For a moment I was tempted to say nothing. \n\n'Kelly actually,' I replied and smiled at her. 'She used to smoke after a few drinks.' I looked past Jodi to where Amber sat and watched the glow of the cigarette brighten, highlighting her beautiful face. 'For a minute I started to get angry at her,' he turned his gaze back to Jodi, 'but then I realised that I have just enjoyed a great dinner, that my life is on track, that I'm having a great time in the company of two gorgeous young ladies. So if Kelly didn't want to be here, then its better that she's gone so I can continue to enjoy my birthday.' \n\n'Here, here,' Amberley toasted after a moment's thoughtful reflection. We all raised our glasses, then Jodi headed inside to put some more upbeat music on. The party mood returned and Amberley started dancing, dragging me up for a couple of songs then Jodi when I begged off. \n\n'Time for a swim!?' Amberley shouted, looking down over the balcony at the pool. I had to admit that the evening was very warm and the thought of getting into the pool was a welcome one. \n\n'I've got some swimmers you can borrow Amber,' Jodi offered. The thought of seeing Amber in a swimsuit was probably more appealing than the refreshment offered by the water. We dispersed to change and I was the first into the water. I love that first contact, when your hot skin knifes through the cool water and you can feel every rivulet as it runs through your hair onto your scalp, and down along your body. \n\nJodi emerged next, slender and somehow demure even though her swimsuit was a revealing blue bikini. \n\nAmberley was the last one to emerge from the house and jump into the pool. She had returned upstairs to grab a bottle of vodka. The pale green swimsuit she had borrowed from Jodi was a size too small, and as a result her nipples protruded, her breasts were pressed flat and made to look large, and her buttocks were barely contained. \n\n'Christ, I look like a fatty in this don't I?' she squealed. \n\n'Yeah, a right heifer,' I responded with heavy sarcasm. She looked delicious. And I knew that she knew she looked delicious. I glanced at Jodi and saw that she was watching my reaction to Amber's grand entrance and I smiled at her and shook my head. She smiled back before diving under the surface. Amber leapt from the side and landed with a huge splash on her back, re-emerging with her long pony tail now a streaming black tide of water that cascaded down her back. Running her hands down it, she blew water from her lips and turned to look at us. \n\n'Who wants a shot?' she asked, pulling the vodka bottle up from under the surface. \n\n'Me!' said Jodi and swum over to her friend. Amber unscrewed the lid, but motioned for her to tip her head back. Jodi did and I watched as the clear liquid spilled into her open mouth, the lights from across the water illuminating the flow in yellows and whites. Her throat moved up and down and for a moment I saw a beautiful woman, not the young girl who I had hired as a live in au pair. \n\n'Dave?' I swam over, and turned my back to Amber, lowering my shoulders into the water as I craned my head as far back as I could. As soon as I opened my mouth the chilled vodka was poured, and I quickly lost my breath as the fiery liquid poured into my gullet. With a shake of my head I stood up, my eyes watering as it slid down my throat. \n\n'Crap!' I said, but grinned at the two girls. \n\n'Your turn,' Jodi said to Amber, reaching for the bottle. Amber stooped in the water as I had, and opened her mouth while barely putting her head back. Jodi tilted the bottle and as the vodka flowed, Amber moved forward and took the neck into her mouth. Her lips widened as she slid the neck into her throat and I had to stifle a gasp of pure lust. \n\nIt seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, before she pulled free of the bottle. \n\n'Slapper,' Jodi said with a laugh. \n\n'You too can be one with more practice Jodi my dear,' she shot back. 'Truth or dare Dave?' \n\n'Quickly into something new aren't we?' I shot back. \n\n'I'm asking the question,' Amber replied in a mock stern voice. \n\n'Well, in the early stages, people always say truth don't they?' My head was buzzing with the shot of vodka on top of the drinks I had consumed earlier. \n\n'So that's your answer then?' \n\n'Nah,' I shook my head, 'let's go all out. Dare.' \n\n'I dare you to chuck your swimmers out of the pool and swim naked.' \n\n'Amber!' Jodi exclaimed. \n\n'What Jodes, are you worried your boss might disapprove of your friends and fire you?' \n\n'No danger of that,' I said as I resurfaced with my swimmers in my hand. I threw them over the pool fence where they landed with a loud slap on the flagstones of the small courtyard. 'I'm only going to fire her if she fails to tell the truth or refuses a dare.' \n\n'Woohoo,' Amber shouted, her voice echoing off the stone wall around the pool. 'Your turn Dave.' \n\n'Okay,' I replied after a moment's thought. 'Jodi, truth or dare?' \n\n'Truth,' she said with a small smile. 'You know me, Miss Conservative.' \n\n'Boring!' Amber bellowed, taking a healthy slug of vodka before offering me the bottle. I accepted, swilled and passed it to Jodi. \n\n'Alright then Miss Conservative, did you find any of the porn DVDs I lent you the other night a turn on?' \n\n'What!!? You borrowed porn from your boss!!?' Amber sounded completely spun out by the thought. I couldn't tell in the dark, but I was guessing that Jodi had turned deep red in embarrassment. \n\n'Answer please!' I demanded. 'Remember you job is on the line.' Jodi flipped me the bird. \n\n'I can't believe it. Did you actually watch it or were you trying to impress him?' Amber wouldn't let it go. \n\n'Fuck you Amber,' Jodi shot back, then looked at me and nodded. 'Yeah, it was good. Is that enough?' \n\n'No it's not! I want to know if you...' \n\n'Sure,' I replied, interrupting Amber who was no doubt about to hassle her friend some more. \n\n'Truth or dare Dave?' \n\n'Aww, c'mon, what about me?' Amber whined. \n\n'Dare,' I replied, thinking of the multitude of embarrassing questions Jodi could potentially ask me. \n\n'Hmm,' Jodi said as she thought for a moment. 'Come and do a handstand in the shallow end.' \n\n'Oooh, good one, I can check him out,' Amber giggled. With mock bravado I swam to the shallow end, with Amber swimming alongside, before I dived down to perform a handstand. I deliberately made it a long one, knowing that they would expect me not to. \n\n'Enough girls?' I said with a splutter as I returned right way up. \n\n'Absolutely,' Amber nodded, 'and the handstand wasn't bad either.' Both girls dissolved in a fit of giggles. \n\n'Okay Amber, your turn. Truth or dare?' \n\n'Dare, dare, daring dare,' she replied, her eyes flashing dangerously. She was getting seriously drunk. \n\n'Okay, I dare you to take off that bikini top. Its only so that you don't stretch it, I know on what I pay her Jodi can't afford to replace them.' Jodi snorted and Amber pretended to be shocked. Then the bikini top followed my shorts over the fence. Amber's breasts were rounded and I guessed a nice sized B cup. Being so young, they defied gravity in the way that only youthful skin can. Her nipples were bigger than I would have expected, but were perfectly round. \n\n'Jodi, truth or dare?' she turned to her friend, pretending to ignore me pretending that I wasn't checking her out. She rubbed at her breasts, no doubt enjoying having them out of the too small top. \n\n'Dare,' Jodi shot back. She was trying to match her friend and keep in the game. \n\n'Chicken about what I might ask you?' Amber had a superior look on her face. \n\n'No,' Jodi replied, but I noticed that she couldn't meet Amber's gaze. I wondered what was going on between the two friends. \n\n'Okay, I dare you to let Dave take off your bikini top.' \n\n'What?' asked Jodi. \n\n'Hang on, time out,' I cut in. 'That's a double dare; we need special rules for those!' \n\n'I think she loses her turn for a start,' Jodi replied. \n\n'No, no, no,' I said as patronizingly as I could. 'If you are double daring, and both people accept, then both get a turn. I think in this case, straight after this, Jodi can ask you, and then it's my turn.' \n\n'Okay,' said Amber, and I could tell she didn't care what the rule was. \n\n'So I get a free shot at Amber then?' Jodi looked at me with a raised eyebrow. \n\n'Uh-huh,' I responded. \n\n'Okay,' she shrugged. I walked towards her and she turned around and pulled her hair up to reveal the knot that held her top in place around her neck. I felt my heart start to thud in my chest as I reached up and tugged the knot loose. Then I reached down and my fingers fumbled, once, twice at the clasp in the middle of her slender back. Then it was free and I pulled it from her body. \n\nJodi dipped into the water so that it was around her neck. Amber said nothing. \n\n'Truth or dare Amber?' Jodi's voice sounded even and calm, and I was glad I hadn't had to speak. My throat felt dry. \n\n'Truth.' \n\n'Ever had sex with an older guy...like ten years or older?' \n\n'You mean, like around Dave's age?' Amber didn't look at me as she asked the question, instead she held Jodi's gaze with a faint smile on her lips. \n\n'Don't be such a tart,' Jodi replied, but this time there was no smile on her lips. \n\n'No I haven't,' Amber replied, 'but I'd love to meet the right man willing to share his experience.' She looked straight at me as she spoke and I felt my throat constrict again. This was getting out of control, and had I not been pissed, I probably would've felt uncomfortable and backed out of the game. Instead my imagination was willing the game to places I could only fantasize about. Or pay for. \n\nInstead I asked, 'Jodes?' \n\n'Truth,' she replied. \n\n'Did you masturbate after watching the porno?' \n\n'Good one!' Amber squealed. 'So did you rub one out you filthy chicken? Play with the little man in the boat? Rubbin' the nubbin?' She laughed drunkenly at her own jokes. \n\n'Yes I did,' Jodi replied, trying to maintain a semblance of dignity. 'And I came quite hard too.' \n\n'Go girl!' Jodi yelled. \n\n'Truth or dare Dave?' \n\n'Truth,' I replied. \n\n'Do you think of Kelly when you masturbate?' \n\n'Sometimes,' I answered honestly. 'Sometimes about others, sometimes I just go with the vibe and enjoy the sensation.' I tried to keep my voice level but with the entire focus on sex I could feel a certain hardening happening and was hoping that I didn't betray my arousal though my tone. \n\n'Amber?' I turned to look at Jodi's friend. She was leaning against the side of the pool, breasts bared and glistening with water. Even with all her hair pulled back from her face she looked magnificent and absolutely unconcerned about her semi nudity. \n\n'Hmm, truth seems interesting at the moment, so I'll swing that way too.' \n\n'Well then, speakin' of swinging, ever had a threesome?' \n\n'Ha!' I wasn't sure but for a moment I think she was off-balance. 'Once.' She paused, and then asked, 'Jodes, truth or dare?' \n\n'Hang on!' I interrupted. 'That's not enough of an answer. Two men or another couple?' \n\n'That's another question,' she shot back. \n\n'No its not,' Jodi cut in. 'I told you my orgasm was good, Dave told us what he fantasizes about...you need to give us more.' \n\n'It was two other women.' Amber's voice was subdued, at least in comparison to her previous volume. \n\n'Alright!' I exclaimed. \n\n'Holy shit Amber,' Jodi replied. 'I had no idea...' \n\n'None of your fucking business,' Amber shot back. \n\n'Excuse me,' Jodi said and I sensed she had just gained the upper hand. \n\n'Truth or dare Jodes?' \n\n'Dare.' \n\n'I dare you to let Dave lick your nipples.' My heart raced. I hadn't seen Jodi's breasts yet; she had stayed submerged to the shoulders since I had removed her bikini top. I suddenly wanted to. A lot. \n\n'Nah,' Jodi said, turning in the water and swimming to the edge of the pool overlooking the city. 'Guess I lose.' \n\n'Hang on,' I replied. My first thought was that I was coming to her rescue. That's what alcohol does to you, clouds your judgement and makes you see things through the wrong glasses. 'You only lose if the person who asks the dare won't do it either.' \n\nThe ensuing silence made me realise that my words hadn't had the intended effect. \n\n'Okay,' said Amber. She swam to the shallow end; turned and lifted herself onto the step. This put her breasts at about my mouth's level if I was to stand in front of her. At that point I realised that I had the opportunity to get up close and personal with some rather exquisite breasts. Thankfully I'm not a complete idiot when drunk. \n\n'I guess I'm out too then,' I said with a smile. \n\n'Aw shucks,' Amber said, sliding back into the water. 'There goes my older man fantasy.' Her tone was light and I saw Jodi smiling as she turned to look at us. I swam over beside her, and Amberley swam to her other side. \n\n'Thanks,' Jodi whispered to me as I leaned over the edge of the pool. Our hips touched under the water, making me aware that I was still naked. \n\n'So when didja have this threesome?' The question from Jodi took me by surprise. \n\n'Hey, thought the game was over?' Amber replied. \n\n'Well it's just that you tell me everything...including things I don't always wanna know about...' \n\n'...hey your brother was a great lay...' Amber interrupted. \n\n'Can't hear, can't hear,' Jodi squealed, putting her fingers into her ears. Doing so meant she stood properly, and right next to my face were her breasts. They were smaller than Amber's; perhaps a good sized A cup, maybe a small B. But perfect. Her nipples pointed straight ahead and the cool air out of the water made them erect. Small elegant points surrounded by flesh firmed into goose bumps. She obviously realised that she was revealing herself and dropped into the water, glancing at me and catching me checking her out. She looked away as did I and we both pretended that we didn't know what had just happened. \n\n'It was a game of truth or dare,' Amber laughed. \n\n'With who?' \n\n'Amy and Joanne...' \n\n'...where was I?' Jodi sounded offended that she hadn't been present. \n\n'Well since you've got this new man in your life,' Amber tossed her wet hair towards me with a laugh, a move that made her breasts sway breathtakingly, 'you're not available most Friday nights. It was about four weeks ago.' \n\n'Oh,' said Jodi. \n\n'And besides, if you'd been there nothing would've happened, would it? I mean, if you drop out at having your nipples licked, having to lie still while Amy rubs ice on your clit is going to be out of the question!' \n\n'You let Amy...?' \n\n'She made me come four times with her mouth that night.' Amber sounded a bit dreamy as she recollected. I felt myself hardening at the thought of Amber with another woman. \n\n'Did you...?' \n\n'Course,' Amber replied with a snort. 'You know me, one in all in.' Silence fell between the two friends. 'I like cock though.' We all burst out laughing at that, and Amber swam across the pool to retrieve the vodka. We all took turns in sculling, and I felt the fire burning in my stomach again. \n\n'You really think I'm a prude doncha?' Jodi's words were slurring a little. \n\n'Yup,' Amber laughed, cupping Jodi's chin in her hand and giving it a shake. 'But I still loves ya!' \n\n'I don't.' I spoke to defend Jodi. 'You're a coupla years older than Jodes, Amber,' I pointed out. 'At Jodi's age I'd bet I was as straight as she is, and at your age probably too. Straighter now probably if I think about it.' \n\n'Thank you for defending my straightness,' Jodi said with mock gratitude. \n\n'Seriously, I could tell you some things that I've got up to...' I began. \n\n'Go on!' said Amber with a wide grin. \n\n'No, that's not the point I'm tryin' to make,' I protested. \n\n'Nuthin' to tell 'n other words,' said Amber. \n\n'The point I'm tryin' to make,' I struggled on, trying to ignore Amber's pointed barbs, 'is that ya gain experience with age. We all do it at different rates is all.' \n\n'C'mon, tell me somethin' surprising,' Amber insisted. \n\n'God you've got a one track mind!' Jodi exclaimed. \n\n'Yup,' Amber replied. \n\n'Alright,' I replied. 'Kel once got me a hooker for my birthday and we had a threesome.' \n\n'Cool, but not really that shockin' is it?' said Amber. \n\n'A prostitute?' Jodi sounded shocked. 'I thought...' she trailed away and I knew that she didn't want to mention her stand in with Amber here. I was feeling lustful so I continued her thought. \n'Yup,' I replied, 'so the lady of the night you bumped into wasn't my first!' \n\n'Okay then,' Jodi replied, clearly not wanting to continue the topic. \n\n'More info,' Amber demanded, her horny interest piqued by Jodi's tone \n\n'No,' I feigned haughtiness. 'I've told you enough to make my point.' We swigged again, emptying the bottle, then watched the city lights ripple on the water of the bay. \n\n'Okay,' said Jodi suddenly, 'I'll do it.' \n\n'Do what?' Both Amber and I spoke at once. \n\n'The dare,' she replied, and swam off to the shallow end. She assumed the position on the step that Amber had taken. \n\n'I thought this game was over,' I murmured to Amber. \n\n'Me too,' she whispered in reply. 'You gonna do it?' \n\n'Should I?' I looked at the long haired brunette. The glint was back in her eye. She nodded. I swam across, enjoying the visual feast of Jodi's body. I had seen her plenty of times in her swimsuit, but right now the context was so different. Usually she was playing with the kids. Now she was playing with me. Her flat stomach was covered in rivulets and beads of water, the puckered opening to her navel glistened and seemed to invite me in. Her breasts were bare, and that made all the difference. Round, feminine, wet. \n\n'You sure 'bout this?' I stood and looked her in the eye. She nodded. Her lips were parted oh so slightly, and I could just make out the line of her teeth in the darkness. The rush of alcohol drove me forward and I took her right nipple between my lips and gently sucked on it. The feeling of hardness and the surrounding softness of her breast at once stimulated my libido and my cock hardened to full length, unencumbered by swimmers. I was barely aware of it as I savoured the sensation of the taste of Jodi's skin, the aroma of her body. My hands found her waist as I swapped to her left nipple. It too was rock hard against my tongue as I lashed it, caressed it with my lips and swirled my tongue around its circumference. \n\n'Ahem, I said time's up.' Amber's voice finally penetrated the barrier of my lust. I pulled back reluctantly and looked up at Jodi, only to find she quickly turned her head away to avoid meeting my eyes. \n\n'Your turn for me Dave, twas a double dare remember?' Amber's voice was throaty and I could see that her nipples were now hard. \n\n'Truth or dare?' My voice sounded odd to my ears. \n\n'Truth.' \n\n'Did you like watchin' me do that?' Our eyes were locked together. \n\n'Yup,' she replied. 'Almost as much as she seemed to enjoy it,' Amber nodded towards Jodi. \n\n'Your turn Jodes,' she added, almost as an aside. \n\n'Amberley?' She sounded a little distant too to my ears. \n\n'Truth,' Amber replied again. \n\n'Do you want Dave to suck your nipples?' I turned to look at Jodi, wondering again where this was headed. \n\n'After the look on your face, then hell yeah.' I smiled and dropped under the water, hoping the coolness would refr"
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"value": "Disclaimer: If you are under the age of 18 or are offended by pornography or more specifically, furry porn, then it is advised that you hit the \"X\" button on your window screen. Yiffstar nor I am responsible of what you view on this site. This story also contains some cursing, so if you are offended by this also, then leave. So you can either read this story at your leisure or just leave. Krystal, Fox, and everyone else from the Star Fox games are owned and copyrighted by Nintendo™. I am not stealing, nor copying anything from Nintendo™, therefore, I cannot be sued for whatever reason you may have. That is all. Now onto the story!\n\nPreviously: \"No! No! No! Damn it! What the hell happened?!\" Fox looked frantically around the room looking for any evidence of the scene. All he found was Krystal's necklace lying on the ground...\n\n\"No! She's been kidnapped!\" Fox said yelling at the top of his lungs over the sobs and tears that were coming along.\n\nEveryone else ran into the room and stared in shock. All they saw was the hole in the wall and Fox crying...\n\nPeppy and Slippy huddled around Fox to comfort him. Falco walked up to the gaping hole and starred into the sky.\n\n\"Fox! Get a hold of yourself! Crying won't get Krystal back alright?! Just calm down and we'll think of something\" Peppy obviously wasn't making Fox feel better, but he knew he was right. Fox wiped his tears on his shoulder and walked over to Falco.\n\n\"Alright, thanks Peppy\" Fox said in a shaky voice. \"But what can we do?! How are we supposed to find were Krys-\" Fox was cut off by Falco sharply yelling.\n\n\"Fox! Look out there! I think there's some large object flying around in the distance!\" Fox quickly scanned through the darkness of the sky to see what Falco was pointing out.\n\n\"I-I can't see anything! It's too damned dark! Where are you pointing Falco?!\" Fox said on the verge of loosing his emotions again.\n\n\"Blast! It's gone. It just disappeared into some kind of warp gate...\" Falco said in a sullen voice.\n\n\"Alright Fox. Just calm down and think slowly and clearly. Is there anyway we can find Krystal? There must be something in the room that will help.\" Peppy always seemed to keep his emotions in check even in a crisis.\n\n\"Hang on Fox!\" Slippy said urgently. \"I just remembered about the tracking device I hid in Krystal's headband! If I put her ID code into the main computer, I should be able to track her down...\"\n\n\"Really? When did you put a tracking device on Krystal?\" Fox said in a hyperactive, slightly happier voice.\n\n\"Well, Krystal said that she knew that you'd go nuts if you heard about putting a tracking device on her, so she told me to keep it a secret until everyone really needed to know. She figured that since she was the only female in the group, she might be a target...\"\n\n\"Grrr...I really wish you told me Slippy, but I suppose you're right...\"\n\n\"And while you two are having yourself a little conversation, Krystal is getting farther away!\" Falco said in his matterf-fact attitude. And with that, the four of them ran out of the room and entered the main room of the Great Fox.\n\n\"ROB, enter Krystal's ID code into the computer NOW!\" Fox said in a hurry.\n\n\"Yes, of course Fox\" ROB said in its monotone voice. \"Krystal's coordinates are currently in an uncharted quadrant of the Lylat System and still moving. Her absolute location is 34.90 North and -41.05 W of the planet Venom. The target is moving at a speed of 341 km per second. The target must be using several warp gates to approach speeds of that degree.\"\n\n\"Dang it! If we're going to get anywhere near Venom, we're gonna need more than 4 pilots...\" Fox said conspicuously losing his patience.\n\n\"I think the people at the Flight Academy would be able to join...\" Slippy said trying to release the tension.\n\n\"No, that won't work.\" Falco said. They're just amateurs! They wouldn't be able to get anywhere near Venom without being shot down. We're going to need some personal help here. But who's gonna be man enough to fly to Venom? Let alone some uncharted quadrant?!\"\n\n\"Well, she may not be a man, but my daughter has become quite the pilot. I know she'd be more than willing to help the cause.\" Peppy had been personally training his daughter once they were finished with the aparoids. He knew she was ready for this.\n\nFalco walked next to Peppy \"That reminds me. Me and Kat are still friends, and we know she's a skilled pilot. Plus, she owes me a favor, so there's no way she can ignore me.\"\n\n\"Are you sure? I don't want to be making any unnecessary choices.\" Both Peppy and Falco nodded.\n\n\"Well, my uncle is an expert mechanic and can upgrade our ships without any hitches.\" Slippy felt as though he wasn't supporting them and he knew he had to help Fox.\n\n\"Thank you all so much. You guys really are my best friends. I can't thank you enough...\" A few tears started to roll down Fox's face.\n\n\"Alright, alright! Enough with the waterworks already! That's not the Fox I know.\" Falco always loved to ruin a tender moment.\n\n\"Well then, it's all settled. When the sun rises, head out immediately and locate whoever you are recruiting. We'll meet back here once we do so. In the meantime, lets go over some strategies beforehand.\"\n\nThe sun has risen and Peppy and Slippy already left to find whomever they were recruiting. Falco was just about to leave in his Arwing when Fox approached him.\n\n\"Thanks again Falco, you've really been a huge help too the team. And I know you don't care, but thanks.\"\n\n\"Aaah. Don't worry about it. Just add it to your list of things you owe me for. Anyway, who are you gonna find. I mean, you, me, Slippy, Peppy and his daughter ain't gonna be enough to find Krystal.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I've been thinking that too. I'm going to get Bill and a few old friends from the Flight Academy to join. I know they will, and they're skilled pilots.\"\n\n\"Alright then. I'll be seeing you later Fox. Good luck.\" And with that, Falco closed the window to the cockpit and flew off.\n\nFox locked up the hanger room and climbed into his Arwing and flew to the Flight Academy.\n\n\"Hey Fox! What's going on? It's been years since I've seen you! You've been busy working for General Pepper still?\" Fox managed to find Bill just as he was walking out of the Academy.\n\n\"Look Bill. I don't have time to give you the details, but Krystal's been captured and I desperately need your help. Please, can you join me in searching for her? I'm trying to build a small team so we stand a better chance...\"\n\n\"Looking for Krystal eh? In that case, I've got a good friend of mine who'd be willing to join as well. I'll be back in five minutes.\n\nAnd sure enough, about five minutes later, Bill came back with a young female dog coming from the entrance to the Academy.\n\n\"Fox, this is Lola. I met her while I was in one of my advanced classes. She's an excellent pilot; she has one of the highest rankings on the whole Academy. She can fend for herself in a fight, and she already agreed to help you.\"\n\n\"Thank you so much Lola, I really appreciate it. But we really don't have the time, so head over to the Great Fox over by the General Pepper's office and you'll find Peppy.\"\n\n\"Of course Fox, we will head over there immediately.\" Despite her age, Lola had a good head on her shoulders and had a sense of responsibility. \"So are we going to meet you there?\"\n\n\"Actually, I've got to meet with a few more people. When you get there, tell Peppy I will be there in the morning ASAP. I've got to leave now, so I'll be counting on you. Thanks\" Fox saluted Bill and Lola and flew off in his Arwing.\n\n\"Alright then Lola, let's head to the Great Fox immediately.\" Lola nodded and they climbed into their aircrafts and left for their destination.\n\nFox was already out in the vast emptiness of space and started thinking to himself...\n\n\"I wonder if this is a good idea...If it doesn't work, I'll probably be killed. But I've got too try...for Krystal...\"\n\nThe large mass of floating metal came up into Fox's view. The Sargasso Hideout; the 'headquarters' of Team Star Wolf. Fox flew his Arwing into the entrance of the forsaken place with mixed thoughts...\n\nFox hopped out of his Arwing and immediately grabbed out his blaster. As he walked around for a few minutes, he suddenly felt a jab from a blunt object hit his spine.\n\n\"What are you doing here pup? You should know more than anyone that this is our turf\" Wolf said in his low growling voice. \"You know the moment you step in here that you'll be dead. But I'm feeling a bit generous, so I'll here your story before blasting your brains out.\" Wolf was obviously enjoying himself now that he had his rivals life right in his paw. Panther and Leon walked up behind Wolf and smirked at the Fox in front of them.\n\n\"Look Wolf, I didn't come here to fight you alright? I came here because I need help.\"\n\n\"Help, huh? Then why the hell would you come here? We're rivals, you should know that we don't 'help' each other, it's plan obvious!\" Leon and Panther started to snicker at Fox's stupid choice.\n\n\"Just hear me out Wolf. Look, Krystal's been kidnapped and I desperately need help. I know you and your team are excellent pilots, and I know you'd be extremely helpful; but I suppose you're right, I was a stupid idea coming here...\"\n\n\"Wait! Did you say Krystal? Kidnapped?! Well, well, then I suppose I can help. I can't let that beautiful mistress be killed without getting the honor of kissing me...\" Panther was always the lady's man and he couldn't let something like this happen to Krystal. Fox was tempted to punch him in the groin after that, but he held it back knowing he still might have a chance.\n\n\"What are you talking about Panther? We don't HELP our enemies! We kill them! Or at least torture them a bit\" Leon started to laugh mischievously.\n\n\"He's right Panther. This is Fox, you hate him almost as much as I do. So why in God's name would you help him?!\" Wolf was getting pissed now that one of his members was acting out against him.\n\n\"You both know that I would do anything for Krystal! So why so surprised? I'm not personally helping Fox, but if I managed to save Krystal, she be all mine; and I can't pass that up!\" Panther went over the line\n\nFox twisted around and attempted to grab Panther. But he was too fast. Panther swiveled around him and grabbed his neck and clamped down, causing a wince of pain for Fox.\n\n\"You're quite lucky Fox...If it weren't for Krystal being kidnapped, I'd kill you myself now\" Wolf gave a glance at Panther showing that Fox was his kill. \"But after all, I suppose Wolf should be the one to kill you. I'll overlook it this one time, and still help you.\" Panther let go of his neck and picked up the young fox.\n\n\"Excuse me Panther?!\" Wolf walked in front of him giving him a deadly glance. \"You're not going anywhere.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry Wolf, but this is one thing I cannot pass. Please forgive me. My trust for you and team Star Wolf has not changed, but I must do this. Please respect it.\" Panther was dead serious and Wolf was shocked at the treason.\n\n\"Fine, since I can't change your mind; and as much as I hate to say it; but Fox, you've got three more pilots.\" Wolf grimaced and felt a hollow feeling in his stomach.\n\n\"What?! I never agreed to such a plan! Why must I go?!\" Leon was just a displeased as Wolf.\n\n\"You're part of the team now aren't you Leon? If me and Panther are going, you can bet your ass you will to; whether you want to or not. Leon just growled and bit his tongue to keep himself from cursing at his boss.\n\n\"Alright Fox, you've got our help, but don't drop your guard. Once this is over, don't expect us to be friends.\"\n\n\"I wouldn't except anything less from you Wolf\" Fox said with a smirk.\n\n\"What's that supposed to mean, pup?\" Wolf returned the expression.\n\nThe four of them returned to the Great Fox and everyone but Falco and Slippy were accounted for.\n\n\"Hmm, I wonder what's keeping Falco and Slips?\" Peppy was pondering. Fox and Team Star Wolf walked in...\n\n\"What are you three doing here?! Fox, what's going on?!\" Peppy urged.\n\n\"Don't worry Peppy, I; or rather Panther; convinced them to help.\" Fox said, turning around and glancing at Panther.\"\n\n\"Ok, if you're sure...So anyway, have you heard anything from Slippy and Falco yet?\"\n\n\"I got a message form Slippy saying that he'd be back tonight. He found his uncle; the expert mechanic; and they're just fixing his Arwing while he's there, and he'll be back in no time. But I haven't heard a word from Falco yet...\"\n\n\"Hmm. I wonder if he's found Kat yet? Oh well, I'm sure he'll be back soon enough. I know he wouldn't do anything rash at this time...at least I hope not...\" Peppy said unsure of himself.\n\nMy first chapter of the series. Sorry it took so long, I haven't been feeling well, but I managed to get it done. Hopefully this doesn't sound cliché so far! By the way, when you see \"\" it means an authors note. My AN was that I didn't know Peppy's daughter's name, so if you could tell me, that'd be appreciated. And don't worry, the yiff is coming up next chapter!"
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"value": "### Title: The Stonehouse Mysteries - Preface by Cam Tony\n\n### Tags: Female, Greyhound, Horror, Lovecraftian, No-Yiff, preface\n\n### Characters\n\n**Emelia Pointer-Stonehouse**: The protagonist and narrator, Emelia is a retired private detective turned writer, now in her old age. She is sharp-witted, independent, and has a wealth of experiences from her detective days, including encounters with the supernatural. Despite her arthritis and age, she maintains a strong spirit and a desire to share her extraordinary experiences.\n\n**The Government Man**: A representative from a secretive branch of the government, he is described as handsome and young. He visits Emelia to ensure she does not reveal sensitive information about her supernatural cases, highlighting the government's denial of such phenomena.\n\n**The Editor**: A young lady sent by the government to edit Emelia's manuscripts and ensure they do not contain coded messages or sensitive information. She is described as lovely and one of the best editors Emelia has had.\n\n### Plot\n\nEmelia Pointer-Stonehouse, a retired private detective, decides to write about her most unusual and supernatural cases, despite the government's warnings. She has a wealth of experiences, ranging from mundane mysteries to encounters with monsters and spirits, which she has kept hidden for years. The government, represented by a handsome young man, visits her to ensure she does not reveal these secrets, fearing it would tarnish their image and deny the existence of such phenomena in the modern world.\n\nEmelia initially complies, focusing on safer topics like locked-room murders, which still provide her with a comfortable life. However, a visit to her attic, where she stores her 'difficult' cases, sparks a desire to share these extraordinary experiences. She decides to write about them, acknowledging the potential consequences but feeling she has earned the right to do something 'silly' in her old age.\n\nEmelia assures the reader that her accounts are true to her memories and invites them to join her on a journey through these dark and terrible events. She acknowledges that the reader knows she survived these ordeals, but urges them to detach from that knowledge and immerse themselves in her experiences."
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"value": "I wish to begin with the words 'Dear readers', as is my habit. However for all I know this document will remain locked in some dusty cabinet somewhere without being so much as glanced over. If it ever is read by someone outside that most secretive branch of the government with which I am *intimately* connected, it will probably be dismissed as the ravings of a doddering old woman who's good sense has finally left her. 'Monsters and spirits? Pah!' What are these in the age of air-travel and television? Who is this silly biddy trying to fool?\n\nIt is silliness, and vanity, that finally causes me to set down these other mysteries to print for the first time. You see, when I first decided to leave the life of a private detective and turn my now rather arthritic paws to writing, the government sent a man to see me. He was rather handsome, I recall, in a sober suit and little black hat. 'Now, Miss Stonehouse,' he said sipping the tea I brought him, 'you aren't going to do something silly are you?' He made me feel so old, although I was barely sixty. I don't know if it was the 'miss' that did it, or the fact that he looked like he was barely out of his childhood.\n\nOh I laughed at him then. I had plenty of files to write about, more even than that pushy little Belgian or that prudish village gossip. Tales of midnight train rides and sudden heists, daring escapes and secret thefts. Oh those could very easily fill volume after volume quite safely and keep me in biscuits and cigarettes well into my dotage. It would indeed be quite silly to have ruined my reputation and years of my life trying to sell tabloid stories of half-men and un-things living in the dark places of the world. And in doing so pour a hefty measure of egg upon the face of a government that denies such things exist in our neat, sober little world.\n\nSo I put aside the boxes with my 'difficult' cases in the attic and thought nothing of them as I wrote of more pleasant things. Well, as pleasant as locked-room murders can get at any rate. It didn't stop them sending a nice young lady to my publishers to check all the documents in case I had hidden some sort of code in them. Lovely girl, one of the best editors I ever had. I wonder if she'll sit down to look over all this mess one day?\n\nIn any case, it was on one expedition to the attic that I finally looked over those crates and lockers that I had stuffed my bad memories away in. And I have decided to do something silly. What, exactly will they do to me if I clatter away on my old typewriter for a year or so, organising my hazy recollections into another few volumes? Lock me in a home so I can be surly to the nurses and pinch the bottoms of handsome young doctors? Maybe I will finally put my feet up and let my brain turn to mush watching television and playing whist with old men that think they are Napoleon.\n\nNo, I think I have earned myself a little silliness in my old age. And so, dear readers, I am going to tell you about the worst cases I have ever had to deal with. I doubt that I will do so in order, for some of these affairs must be approached obliquely, like stalking big game. Some pain me even now. Of course, you already know the outcome, which blunts the horror for you. After all if the world ever ended or the terrors of the night had swallowed Bristol then you'd have hear of it. And since I am sat here swaddled in blankets and smoking like a chimney, in the rudest of health for my age, it is clear I survived. But just detach yourself from that for now and let me take you somewhere dark and terrible, as seen through my eyes.\n\nI swear that all of this is as true as any of my memories. Make of that what you will.\n\n*Emelia Pointer-Stonehouse*"
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"value": "### Title: How to Survive Internet Dating\n\n### Tags: cyber, internet, dating, relationship advice, advice, self-help\n\n### Characters\n\n**The Narrator**: The central character who shares their experiences and advice on internet dating. The narrator is witty, honest, and provides practical tips based on personal observations.\n\n**Potential Dates**: These are the individuals the narrator encounters through internet dating. They are diverse, with varying intentions and expectations, ranging from those seeking casual relationships to those looking for serious commitments.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe narrative begins with a candid discussion about the unpredictable nature of internet dating, comparing it to a lottery where success is not guaranteed. The narrator emphasizes the importance of setting clear expectations before diving into the dating scene, especially for those recently out of long-term relationships. Honesty is stressed as a crucial element, whether one is seeking casual encounters or serious commitments.\n\nThe story then delves into the practical aspects of creating an appealing online dating profile. The narrator advises on the importance of a recent, decent photograph and an honest, engaging profile description. Men are encouraged to be proactive in their approach, as the dating scene tends to have more men than women.\n\nCommunication is highlighted as a key component of successful online dating. The narrator suggests starting with short, engaging messages and gradually building rapport through messenger chats and telephone conversations. Safety is emphasized, with recommendations to meet in public places and inform others about the meeting details.\n\nThe narrative concludes with advice on the first date, including what to wear, conversation topics to avoid, and the importance of paying attention to the other person. The narrator cautions against rushing into physical intimacy and encourages treating dating as a enjoyable hobby rather than a serious pursuit. The story ends with a humorous note on handling bad dates and the importance of viewing them as learning experiences."
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"value": "Internet dating is like most things in life -- a lottery at the best of times. There will always be people for whom it works, as well as those who gleefully tell you their horror story of the psycho who required a restraining order against them after the second date. \n\nI am not going to lie and say that I have had huge success with it. I haven't most of the time. But, there are cunning ways and means you can employ to allow yourself to gamble with the best odds and thus increase your chances of success. \n\n*Before You Jump into the Shark Infested Waters...* \n\nFirstly, and most importantly, have a long hard think about what exactly your expectations are. If you have no idea what you want from the dating scene, then it is unfair to expect anyone else to know what want. (Not unless you plan on dating psychoanalysts) \n\nIf you have just come out of a long-term relationship/marriage, it is probably better to allow yourself at least six months or so to get over the last significant person in your life. Most people are understandably wary of dating anyone who has very recently split from an ex. Nobody likes to be that 'rebound relationship' It is doomed for many legitimate reasons, not least the nagging worry you will get back with your ex every time they ring up and ask you to come and fix the washing machine. \n\nIf all you want is casual sex, then at least be honest about it. There are plenty of like-minded individuals out there who are after exactly the same thing -- no strings sex. Many of them are already married and cannot possibly commit to another person, but they still fancy a fuck-buddy to play with occasionally. \n\nThis is fine if you are up front about it. There are plenty of dating sites that cater for that type of relationship. Go there and add your kinky nude picture and see how many 'hits' you get. And good luck! \n\nIf you are looking for marriage and six kids, there are also plenty of people out there who are after the same thing as you. Again, be honest about it. Okay, it might not be prudent to admit your 'beach wedding in Fiji, followed by six kids' fantasy, all on the first date. This kind of behaviour is likely to get you labelled as a potential stalker. But, if your ambition is to settle down and play house, then it is only fair to let potential dates know you are hoping for something more serious, *should you meet the right person.* \n\nMost people tend to be looking for something in the middle of these two extremes. \n\nDating is rather like buying shoes -- you have to try an awful lot on for size before you find the ones that fit just right. So now it is time for a little shopping... \n\n*Selling Yourself...* \n\nOnce you have given some thought to what you are looking for, the time has come to find a website that matches your needs. \n\nAll sites tend to have far more men than women on their database. This may seem a little unfair, but tough, that's life. It just means that if you are a man, you have to work ten times harder! (Well there has to be some benefits to being female) \n\nA decent profile will make all the difference. If you are a man and you don't post a photo, you may as well forget it. Most of us women are a shallow bunch and will not bother with someone when we have no idea what you look like. Okay, so you might just resemble George Clooney, but on the other hand, you might also look like Quasimodo's twin brother. \n\nWhile we are on the subject of pictures, please post a recent one! That photo your ex took of you in Florida ten years ago, might make you look like a Baywatch extra, but its called 'false advertising' when we eventually meet and you are now 200lb heavier with a shiny bald head! \n\nA recent, decent photo will make all the difference. Preferably a close up of your face as well as a full body shot -- and NO, not a nude shot! \n\n*(A small piece of friendly advice here - we women really don't appreciate it when you send us rude pictures of your dick after we engage you in conversation. You might think we are drooling over it, but actually we pass the pictures between our friends and have a good laugh, so be warned)* \n\nBe honest and up front in your profile blurb. A sense of humour is an excellent way of attracting women and men. Hobbies like gun collecting and breeding pit bulls are definitely not. \n\nOnce you have a decent profile and picture on the site of your choice, sit back and wait for the babes to fall into your in-box... not! \n\nYou have to be proactive. Be prepared to sift through the endless photos and profiles and contact as many as you like the look of. For every twenty messages you send, one person *might* answer. If you are a woman, you can maybe afford to sit and wait for the men to come to you. But if you are a man, you really need to do the legwork. \n\n*What Happens Next?* \n\nOkay, so you sent a message saying 'Hi, I like your profile!' to that gorgeous person you fancied the pants off, and they actually answered!! \n\nWhat do you do now? \n\nWell you write back to them! The best way is to keep it short but sweet to begin with. Ask them questions that build up on what they have said in their profile. Show them that you are interested in them as a person, not just as a potential sex romp. \n\nIf they seem interested and reply to your messages within a reasonable space of time, suggest a chat on messenger at their convenience. This is a good way of deciding whether or not there is any kind of rapport. \n\nBy the way, if a person takes more than a few days to reply to your messages each time, it is a sure fire sign they either have hundreds of other people messaging them, or they are really not interested and are too polite to tell you. Cut your losses at this point -- you are backing a three-legged horse and it will only end in tears. \n\n*Getting to Know You...* \n\nSpend a decent amount of time chatting on messenger. It is an excellent way of building a fledgling friendship. Personally speaking, I can tell after fifteen minutes of talking to someone whether I will like him, or not. \n\nKeep the conversation away from sex to start with -- unless you are doing the 'no strings fun' route. \n\n*If you are a man, please take heed, women do not appreciate being asked in the first three sentences what their bra size is, and if they wax or shave... \n\nNor do we like you to say, \"I'm gonna switch my cam on now...\" Then, when the web cam comes on, we are treated to a full frontal of your erection. \"You make me horny babe...\" is really not a good enough reason. \n\nSorry guys, we don't want that just yet, thanks. We might be happy to play those games when we are having a relationship with you, but it's a little early to be having 'webcam fun' when we only spoke to you for the first time ten minutes ago.* \n\nOnce you have built up a relationship online via messenger and email, the next step is a telephone conversation. Many people, especially women, will be wary of giving you their home telephone number. This is fair enough and you should never push for it. A mobile number is just as acceptable and texting is a good way of keeping in touch when you both work during the day. \n\nHowever, be wary of the person who says it is not good to ring/text them in the evening and at weekends. This person is quite likely to be married or in a long-term relationship. \n\nOnce you have spoken on the phone and are not repulsed by their accent or voice, then it is time to contemplate a face-to-face meeting. \n\nA first date should always be a low-key affair. The chances of any chemistry being present are fairly low. You should see it more as an opportunity to spend a pleasant evening chatting and getting to know someone rather than the beginning of a star-crossed romance. If you go along expecting flowers and fluffy bunnies, you will be disappointed. This is not to say that you *won't* fall madly in love at first sight -- but it is highly unlikely. \n\nGo to meet your *amour* with a healthy dose of cynicism, and the disappointment will be less acute when they look nothing like their photo and their domineering mother has come along for the ride. \n\nAlways, ALWAYS arrange to meet in a public place and tell lots of people where you are going and who you are meeting. Personal safety is very important. After all, a wise person once said the only sure thing you know about someone you have met off the Internet, is that they have a computer too. \n\n*The Date...* \n\nOkay, you have arranged to meet the man or woman of your dreams. You have talked to them every night for weeks and exchanged millions of flirty emails. You know lots of interesting things about them; all you want to do is meet them now. You're excited and you think that this person is THE ONE! \n\nSlow down... chances are they *won't* be 'the one'. It's more likely that they will be one of many in your dating lifetime. However, they could be good for a short term fling, so stay hopeful. \n\nIt is a good plan to make the first date a fairly short one. Meeting for a coffee in the daytime is useful as it gives you a chance to finally see each other face to face without the pressure on you to spend hours with someone who you subsequently discover has a serious personal hygiene problem. \n\nArrange to meet for an agreed period of time. A couple of hours are more than enough initially. You will in all likelihood make up your mind within the first few seconds of contact about whether or not you fancy the person. If not, don't be too disappointed. Many good platonic friendships have developed from lukewarm dates. \n\nAt the very least they may have a skill that is useful to you, (and no, I wasn't referring to their oral sex technique). Dating can give you a whole new circle of friends who are more than happy to help you out in the future, assuming you remain civil with them. Friends last a lifetime - dates are usually short lived, so cultivate those useful contacts! \n\nTreat dating as a networking opportunity and you will never lose out. \n\n*What to wear...* \n\nIf you have been out of the dating scene for decades, it is a good idea to ask a close friend to give you a once over in order to check your look. Whilst you might think your electric blue suit and cowboy boots are a hot look, it is probably helpful if a tactful friend can enlighten you as to what's currently in fashion. Nobody wants to be seen dead with a fashion reject from the seventies. Your personality might well be wonderful, but if your dress sense is hideous, a date is unlikely to stick around long enough to find out that you are really an amazing catch! \n\nGirls - wear something sexy, but understated. I tend to go for jeans on a first date. If a guy isn't interested in me when I have my jeans on, he's not going to change his mind when I wear a skirt, (even if I do have killer legs). The golden rule is not to dress too overtly sexy unless you are hoping to get laid on the first date. \n\nGuys -- dress smartly, but casual, (unless of course you have booked tickets to see an Opera and it is black tie). Women like to see that a guy has made an effort, but we don't want you to out-shine us; it's rude! Nor do we want to seen with a tramp. \n\n*Conversation...* \n\nIf you have spent a reasonable amount of time chatting prior to the date, you should already have plenty of conversation topics to talk about. If conversation falters, try and ask about holidays, families and other neutral topics, anything to keep things ticking over. \n\n*One conversational topic to be avoided at all costs is the bitter and acrimonious split with your ex. Potential new partners do not want to hear about how you got shafted in the divorce courts and that you are never going to trust anyone else again. The past needs to be left right there -- in the past. If you still haven't managed to move on, you shouldn't be dating yet.* \n\nAlways pay attention to what the other person is saying and if you are a man, try to avoid staring at a girl's cleavage rather than her face. Yes, she may have the best DD's you have seen all year, but she's hardly going to be flattered when all you want to do is talk to them. \n\nTry to avoid rambling on about your obscure hobbies unless you know she/he is truly interested. Listening to a boring monologue about video gaming and your collection of Japanese Samurai swords is hardly likely to endear you to the girl/man of your dreams. It is more likely to send them into a coma. \n\nAsk lots of questions about the other person and LISTEN to their replies! Sounds simple doesn't it, but believe me, not everyone does this! \n\nTake notice of your date's body language. If they are leaning towards you and hanging off every word you say, you have made a good impression. If on the other hand they are checking their watch every five minutes and also checking out the cute person at the next table, they are not interested at all. \n\n*What happens next...* \n\nIf you have survived the date without having a drink thrown in your face and your companion did not head for the toilets half an hour ago, never to return; the question on your mind is -- where do we go from here? \n\nThe simple answer is, it depends on how you feel about the person and what your expectations are. \n\nIf you liked them and found them sexually attractive, you may already be deep in fantasyland with them tied to your bed moaning ecstatically. However, it is never a great idea to fuck someone on the first date. It's fine if that was your intention all along, but if you plan on making it a more long-term thing, it is far better not to rush things. \n\n*There is a very good reason for this -- once sex is on the agenda, you tend to skip on the conversation. It's not nice to discover that the girl you've been fucking senseless for the last two months is up in court on Monday for attacking her ex with a shovel. Moral of the story, wait and get to know them first!* \n\nIt is perfectly acceptable to try for a kiss should you fancy them and be fairly certain they are receptive to your charms in return. Keep it short and sweet until you are positive they are responding to you and not about to yell \"RAPE!\" \n\nAlways end the date on a good note and suggest date two if appropriate. If you have decided that they are not for you, be polite and let them know that you enjoyed it, but the chemistry was not there. \n\n*(Or, if you are too chicken to tell them to their face, text them later)* \n\nHopefully you will now be heading home full of enthusiasm for the whole dating experience, and not needing therapy to help you recover from the trauma. \n\nDating should be viewed as a hobby -- something to enjoy, but not to be taken too seriously. Dates can spot desperation a mile off and if you come across as too keen, they will disappear very fast in the opposite direction. \n\nPlay it cool and wait a couple of days before contacting the person again. Hopefully they felt the same way about you and are keen to see you again too. But don't be too crushed if they were not as interested as you. That's life I'm afraid. \n\n*Worst Case Scenario...* \n\nIf it all went horribly wrong and you had the date from Hell, consider it a learning experience. Just pour yourself a large drink, sit back, and think how lucky you are that you will be able to amuse your friends for months with anecdotes of how your date bored you to death, and you were forced to climb out of the toilet window to escape... \n\nCongratulations you have survived the first date!"
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"value": "### Title: Free Universal Carnal Knowledge Pt. 39\n\n### Tags: mff, older man\n\n### Characters\n\n**James**: The protagonist, a man who is struggling with his feelings for Fran and his actions towards a Polish girl. He is introspective and considers the moral implications of his actions. He is also very knowledgeable about poetry, particularly Byron's works. He is celebrating his 50th birthday.\n\n**Fran**: A woman with whom James has developed feelings. She is described as walking gracefully and has a moralistic streak. Fran is emotionally expressive and engages in deep conversations with James and Connie. She is bothered by the incident with the Polish girl and discusses the trauma of rape.\n\n**Connie**: A lively and outspoken woman who interrupts a intimate moment between James and Fran. She is open about her sexual experiences and has a casual attitude towards morality, especially when it comes to sex. Connie is from Ghana and shares a story about a past encounter with a lawyer named Gus.\n\n### Plot\n\nUnder a starlit sky, James and Fran share a romantic moment, with James reciting Byron's poetry. Their intimate exchange is interrupted by Connie, who joins them with a bottle of wine. The three engage in a conversation about James's earlier performance, which involved multiple girls and a Polish girl who was reportedly frightened but ultimately content. Connie and Fran discuss the trauma of rape, with Connie sharing a personal story about an encounter with a lawyer that blurs the lines of consent.\n\nThe conversation reveals Connie's casual attitude towards sex and morality, contrasting with Fran's more traditional views. James, Fran, and Connie eventually engage in a sexual encounter on the lawn, with James taking the lead. The experience is intense and emotional, particularly for Fran, who is brought to the brink of orgasm multiple times. Connie observes and comments, adding a layer of complexity to the interaction.\n\nAfterward, the three lie under the stars, lost in thought and awe at the vastness of the universe. Connie's abrupt comment about her love for sex breaks the contemplative mood. As the clock strikes midnight, Fran wishes James a happy birthday, marking his 50th year."
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"value": "*IX* \n\n*Starry skies* \n\nIt was an idyllic night, clear, still and moonless. The stars shone with an almost unnatural brilliance. In silence Fran and I walked into the darkness. I was desperate to speak of my new-found feelings for her but I felt unaccountably shy, like a lovestruck teenager. \n\nUnable to find the words I needed, I slackened my pace so that I fell slightly behind and could watch Fran walking in the starlight. There was something odd about her, I realised; I had never noticed before that she walked in such a graceful way, almost sinuously, and somehow she seemed taller. It suddenly dawned on me that although she was barefoot she was walking on the balls of her feet; her heels never touched the ground. \n\n\"Starry skies,\" murmured Fran eventually. \n\n\"Cloudless climes,\" I replied, waving a hand at the sparkling and unblemished heavens. \n\n\"Cloudless climes and starry skies,\" she repeated. \"That's Byron, isn't it?\" \n\n\"It is,\" I confirmed. I could have added that I had the happiest memories of this particular poem. On two occasions in my student days I had trotted it out in circumstances not unlike these, walking a girl in a secluded spot on a starlit night, and it had got me laid both times. Nor, may I say, had I any bad conscience about having put Byron's wonderful lines to this use; from what I knew of him, I felt he would have approved. In fact, I am sure that was why he wrote the poem in the first place, to get inside some girl's knickers (not that girls wore knickers in his day). \n\nI hardly needed poetic assistance to get inside Fran's knickers, of course (not that she was wearing any either), but the poem still seemed fitting. In a low soft voice I recited. \n\n\"She walks in beauty, like the night \nOf cloudless climes and starry skies, \nAnd all that's best of dark and bright \nMeet in her aspect and her eyes; \nThus mellow'd to that tender light \nWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.\" \n\nFran stopped and turned to me. She sighed deeply and melted into my arms. Every young man starting out in life, I thought, should do himself a favour and learn these lines by heart. \"Oh, James,\" she breathed, \"that's so beautiful.\" She turned her face up toward mine. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open. I shut my own eyes and slowly lowered my head, my lips seeking hers as she raised her heels higher, reaching up for me. As our faces brushed together a frisson ran through us and I heard her small intake of breath as tenderly we brought our lips together ... \n\n\"Hey, guys, is this a private party or can anyone join?\" \n\nA precious moment shattered beyond recall, we spun round to see Connie, wearing nothing but a broad grin and holding up a large bottle of wine. \"The girls told me you'd come out here and I thought you might fancy a drink,\" she said. \n\n\"Connie --\" began Fran reproachfully. \n\n\"Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?\" asked Connie disingenuously. \n\nI heaved a resigned sigh. Maybe it was for the best, I thought. I really ought to speak to Wendy before saying anything to Fran. \"Never mind, you're here now,\" I said, extending a hand for the bottle. The three of us sat on the grass and chatted, passing the wine to and fro. \n\n\"James, you were fucking unbelievable today,\" said Connie. \n\n\"It was a remarkable performance,\" agreed Fran. \n\nConnie corrected her. \"It was *hot*,\" she said. \"Hot, hot, hot. One after another, bang, bang, bang, thirtyne happy girls sorted just like that.\" \n\nShe had touched a sore point. \"Thirty happy girls,\" I pointed out, \"and one rape victim.\" \n\n\"But James,\" argued Connie, \"she's fine about it. I talked to her afterwards. She said, (and here Connie made a woeful attempt at a Polish accent( 'I was silly and frightened but it was fantastic. I should have known he would never hurt me. I'm his now, for ever.' 'You and all the rest of us,' I told her.\" \n\nI pondered this. \"Well,\" I said doubtfully, \"I suppose it's good she feels all right about it but it was wrong, all the same.\" \n\n\"James,\" insisted Connie, \"you mustn't go on beating yourself up about this. She's OK with it. I told you she would be, remember?\" \n\n\"You didn't see the look in her eyes,\" I said. \"I don't know if I'll ever forget it. She was scared, really terrified.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" agreed Fran. \"It must have been awful for her. Rape must be every girl's worst nightmare. The thought of it is bad enough; I can't imagine what the reality would be like. So, Connie, I know you mean well but I don't think you should make light of it because you can't know how she felt unless you've suffered it yourself, can you?\" \n\n\"Er --\" began Connie, and paused. \n\nAlarmed, I gripped her by the arm and looked her straight in the eye. \"Connie,\" I asked gravely, \"have you been raped?\" \n\n\"I'm not sure,\" she replied. \n\nFran and I exchanged perplexed looks. \"How can you not be sure?\" I asked. \n\n\"It's like this,\" explained Connie. \"Back home in Ghana, I suppose I must have been eighteen, I was at college and to earn some money I worked in the evenings at this lawyer's office. Gus, his name was. Big bloke, about forty. I knew he liked me but he never tried anything until one day, we were working very late and everyone else had gone and he called me to his private office. As soon as I went in he grabbed my arm and twisted it right up behind my back and pulled me against him and kissed me full on the lips. I struggled but he was much too strong and he had my arm twisted so far I thought he was going to break it. Then he leant right over on me to force me down on the desk, still holding my arm twisted under me. With his weight on me I couldn't move and then with his other hand he reached down and unzipped his trousers.\" \n\nFran held her hand to her mouth. \"Oh, Connie, how awful!\" \n\n\"Go on, Connie,\" I said. \n\n\"He was such a big powerful guy I knew I couldn't escape and my arm was hurting so much and I knew I was going to get it whether I wanted it or not, so I thought maybe he wouldn't be so rough if I played along. So I reached up with my free hand and patted and stroked his face. He sort of smiled and released my arm a bit, but he still held me down. I didn't resist when he reached up under my skirt and pulled my knickers down and then he clambered up on the desk on top of me, among all his files and papers and this big framed photo of him and his wife and kids. He came down on me and he had me, right there in his office.\" \n\nFran took Connie's hand and squeezed it. She oozed sisterly sympathy. \"That must have been so horrible. Was it -- I mean, was he the -- er, were you still a --?\" \n\n\"A virgin?\" Connie seemed taken aback at such a suggestion. \"Jeez, Fran, you haven't been listening. I told you I was eighteen, didn't I?\" \n\n\"Eighteen?\" echoed Fran. \"But I was twenty when I first let a boy --\" \n\n\"Twenty?\" interrupted Connie incredulously. \"Twenty*?\" She shook her head in astonishment. \"Fran, Fran,\" she said, \"I've really got to like you over these last few weeks but sometimes I think you're --\" she paused and waved a hand vaguely at the stars above us, \"from out there somewhere. Why, by the time I was twenty I must've ...\" \n\nI called the meeting to order. This was fascinating stuff, to be taken up at some later date no doubt, but we were getting sidetracked. \"Connie,\" I reminded her, \"you were telling us about this lawyer.\" \n\n\"Oh, yeah. Well, like I say, he had me on the desk but Fran's wrong, it wasn't horrible at all. I thought it would be wham-bam and all over in a moment but once he realised I wasn't going to scream or fight or try to get away he took it quite slow, almost tender, like he was expecting a response from me. 'Not a chance,' I wanted to tell him, but for once I had the sense to keep my mouth shut so he carried on, taking his time, shifting angle slightly to see how it felt. Then, I just couldn't help myself -- I heard myself moan and felt my insides go tense and I thought, 'Holy shit, this guy knows what he's doing!' and before I knew it I was going for it just like he was and in the end I came like a train. And after that, we used to work late several times a week if you know what I mean, and when my course finished and I stopped working there he gave me a bonus of two weeks' wages.\" \n\n\"The pig!\" said Fran indignantly. \"I hope you threw it in his face.\" \n\nConnie seemed unable to respond to this directly. Instead she turned to me for clarification. \"James, Fran is kidding, isn't she? Sometimes I can't tell with these brainy types.\" \n\n\"I think you'll find,\" I said, \"that she's dead serious.\" \n\n\"In that case,\" said Connie, pointing skyward once more, \"she's definitely from Planet Zog. Anyway, what I'd like to know, and I've wondered about this a few times over the years, is when Gus had me that first time, was it rape? Legally, I mean.\" \n\nI pondered her question. It raised nice issues about the exact nature of consent and what Gus thought was going on at the time. I was about to suggest that she should have asked him when she had the chance -- he was a lawyer after all -- when Fran cut in. \n\nShe was clearly poised in some awkward halfway house between appalled and amused. \"Constance Amoah,\" she scolded, \"that's the most disgraceful story I've ever heard! How could you go with him after he'd forced himself on you like that? How could you take money from him? Have you no morals at all?\" \n\nConnie matterf-factly answered these questions in the order put: \"He was a good fuck. I was skint. I guess not.\" \n\nFrom the back of Fran's throat there emerged an outraged Scotch noise that defies transliteration. \n\nSensing the reproof, Connie refined her position. \"Well, okay,\" she conceded. \"Maybe I have got some morals. I don't steal things and I wouldn't kill anybody. But I don't see what morals have got to do with fucking.\" \n\n\"And what do you think,\" demanded Fran, \"the world would be like if we all lived by your rules?\" \n\nConnie thought about it for a second. \"Well,\" she shrugged, \"everybody'd get laid a lot more, I guess.\" \n\n\"That would never do, would it?\" I said, taking her arm and drawing her close to me. I had fully recovered from my exertions by now, and all this talk about sex had my cock swelling nicely. I was hungry for the both of them, right there on George's lawn, Connie first and then Fran. With Connie I had to hold something back, but I really let Fran have it. \n\nI had not thought about it before, but whenever Fran showed signs of getting on her high moral horse, which in spite of all that had happened she still had a rather endearing tendency to do, I would feel this overwhelming urge to knock her off it by giving her a right royal fucking, which is certainly what she got under the stars that night. I was getting to know her well enough to be able to play with her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm without pushing her over. She had been kissing and cuddling me while I fucked Connie so she was well warmed up and she came as soon as I climbed on top and entered her, but when I had worked her up almost to another climax I slowed the rhythm and thrust less deeply and she teetered on the brink, exquisitely poised. Her breath was coming in tiny irregular pants as she gasped out, \"J-J-James, p-please, I I...\". Still toying with her, I speeded up ever so slightly so as to bring her tantalisingly to the very edge, but then, even as she gulped in lungfuls of air for the explosion she thought must come, I slowed things all the way down so that I was simply sliding gently in and out of her. \n\nHer breath was coming in slow deep draughts now and she could speak once more. She was smiling but tears were running down her face. \"James, you're so cruel. You're such a horrible cruel man.\" She raised her fists and playfully drummed me on the chest, then put her arms around my head and kissed me passionately. Unbidden by my conscious mind my thrusting began to accelerate. \n\nI suddenly became aware that Connie was watching us excitedly, her face close to ours. \"Attagirl, Fran,\" she whispered. \"Great move. You've got him going now.\" Thus encouraged, Fran kissed me even deeper than before and it was only with superhuman willpower that I managed to assert control and slow my movements right down again. \"That's it, James,\" hissed Connie. \"Don't let this red-headed harpy hustle you. Show her who's boss.\" Fran gave a suppressed snigger at these interruptions, but held the kiss. My cock was desperate to pound away and as I struggled to restrain it I was beginning to feel the same exquisite agony of suspense I had inflicted on her. She knew it, too; maintaining the suction of the kiss and exploring ever farther with her tongue, through her nose she drew in deep lungfuls of air that forced her diaphragm down so as to press her lower body further onto my cock. She breathed out as far as she could; then in again, even deeper, setting up her own slow rhythm in competition with mine. She knew that she was winning the struggle, that little by little I was losing the control I had somehow managed to assert. \n\n(All the time Connie was gleefully egging us on, whispering advice and encouragement first to one and then the other. \"Thanks for your help,\" I told her sarcastically later. \"Yes,\" agreed Fran; \"whose side were you on, anyway?\" \"No one's side,\" said Connie indifferently. \"I just like to see a good even fight.\") \n\nAnd suddenly all restraint gave way and I was bucking frenziedly up and down as I drilled my cock as far into Fran as I could only to withdraw it almost totally and ram it in again. For as long as she could she held my head so she could maintain the kiss but then she had to release me so she could gulp in air through her mouth as my pounding became even faster. An enormous smile of ecstasy alloyed with triumph spread across her face, then she shook violently and as huge wads of spunk flooded into her she climaxed with a massive cathartic cry that must have been audible well beyond the confines of George's grounds. \n\nAfterwards the three of us lay on our backs side by side, staring up at the stars. The girls' silence had nothing to do with post-coital trance; Fran and Connie had had so much of me by now that it affected them for only a few minutes, if at all, so they could have spoken if they wanted. \n\nBut no one did. Long minutes passed, marked only by the sound of our breathing and barely audible night noises. As I gazed into the night sky an awareness swept over me of the unimaginable vastness of space and I seemed no longer to be lying on my back in a Surrey garden but to be travelling through the infinite void, lost among the stars, overwhelmed by the sense of my own tininess and insignificance. \n\nAnd there was a kind of raptness about Fran's breathing that told me her state of mind was similar: that she too was in some far place, deep in awe and wonder. I was suddenly overwhelmed by a profound feeling that in some mysterious way she and I were together, not in the way that partners in a mere sexual union are together but in a sense that was purer and far more complete, as if we were exploring some transcendent realm and were poised on the brink of finding some more perfect state of oneness. \n\n\"God, I love to fuck!\" announced Connie suddenly, for the second time that evening blasting a fragile moment to smithereens and bringing Fran and me back to earth with the rudest of bumps. \n\nWe were still laughing when somewhere far off a clock struck twelve. \n\n\"Happy birthday, darling,\" said Fran. \n\nI was fifty."
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"value": "### Title: Krystal and Chase: Evacuation P2 by Cadpigv2\n\n### Tags: Fanfiction, Female, Fox, Krystal, Male, Starfox, Story Progression, Vulpine\n\n### Characters\n\n**Chase (Ronin)**: A fox who is a skilled mercenary pilot, known for his bravery and recklessness. He is deeply caring, especially towards his partner Krystal, and is willing to go to great lengths to ensure her safety.\n\n**Krystal**: A vixen and Chase's partner, who is evacuated to safety due to the impending danger. She is worried about Chase and hopes for his safe return.\n\n**Hiigan**: A higher-up who arranges for Krystal's safety by making her his assistant temporarily. He is in charge of Chase and Krystal.\n\n**Bianca**: A pink vixen tasked with watching over Krystal during the evacuation. She is caring and supportive, but also worried about Chase's safety.\n\n**Dark**: A female panther who is the leader of the mercenary group. She is aggressive and demanding, especially under the stress of the impending battle.\n\n**Delta**: A wolf who is Chase's friend and fellow mercenary pilot. He is partnered with Dark and is loyal but also concerned about the mysterious enemy they are facing.\n\n**Jennifer (Jen)**: An AI unit in Chase's Phoenix interceptor, designed to assist with combat and provide emotional support. She is rational and calculating, but also empathetic.\n\n### Plot\n\nA mysterious and powerful vessel appears near a corporate base, demanding the surrender of the corporation's installations on the planet. The vessel demonstrates its destructive capabilities by obliterating several orbital defense stations, forcing the base to initiate an evacuation. Chase, a skilled mercenary pilot, ensures the safety of his partner Krystal by arranging for her evacuation with the help of Hiigan and Bianca.\n\nAs the evacuation proceeds, Chase prepares for a defensive operation to protect the remaining transports. He is joined by his friend Delta and the aggressive leader Dark, who reveals that their mission is to destroy the warp core and the suborbital mass driver weapon of the enemy vessel. The odds are against them, with the enemy outnumbering them significantly, but Chase and his team are determined to complete their mission.\n\nChase, Delta, and Dark take to the skies in their Phoenix interceptors, supported by other mercenary crafts. As they approach the enemy vessel, it launches a swarm of fighters, setting the stage for a intense and dangerous battle. Chase, with the assistance of his AI Jennifer, prepares to face the enemy head-on, determined to protect the transports and ensure the safety of his comrades and loved ones."
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"value": "Krystal and Chase: Evacuation\n\nPart two: Before\n\nThat night, something happened. A jaguar walked down the hallway of one of the many orbital defense monitoring stations on the base. He was shaking his head, unable to comprehend what had just been told to him. \"It's got to be a misunderstanding.\" He was thinking to himself as he tapped at a keypad beside a steel door, \"There's no other explanation.\" The door slid open and the jaguar walked in, looking at the mix of humans and furries in the room. As he did, the few guards in the room saluted him. \"At ease.\" The jaguar stated, \"What've we got.\" \"We don't really know. Our systems detected a rift opening about an hour ago. Then this thing appeared.\" A human replied, \"But whatever it is, it's huge. And it's not responding to any hailing frequency so far.\" \"Show me.\" The jaguar said. On a huge viewing monitor in the front of the room appeared a giant black vessel. It was in the shape of a boomerang, but with several very large and apparent energy cannons and one sub orbital mass driver weapon. But it was alone. \"Are there any other rifts opening?\" the jaguar asked. \"No sir.\" The human said after a brief pause, \"And it's not moving; it's just sitting there.\" \"Keep trying to hail it.\" The jaguar replied, \"But if it makes a hostile move you have permission to fire the defensive barrage.\" Before the human could reply, a wolf sat up suddenly. Her eyes widened in shock as she looked to the jaguar. \"Sir, we have a response.\" She said, \"But it's not good.\" \"Do we have any identification as to who this is?\" The jaguar asked. \"That's the bad news.\" The wolf replied. The jaguar's eyes widened when she said the name of the one aboard the vessel. For the first time in a long time, fear entered his mind. \"Do they have any demands?\" The jaguar asked. \"That the corporation surrenders its installations on this planet.\" The wolf stated. As she listened more to the incoming transmission, she stated, \"They're giving us a three day waiting period before they come in by force. It's not us they want right now, but our tech.\" The jaguar sighed as one of the guards shrugged, \"They can't be serious. Nothing can get by the orbital guns in one piece.\" Just then, the viewing screen proved him wrong. The ship's left most cannon began to glow as energy built up deep within its firing chamber. Before anyone could say a word, the cannon fired a brilliant beam of red, high speed energy. The bolt passed through several of the orbital guns, each one exploding violently once the beam passed through it. Just a suddenly as it had fired, the gun stopped glowing. Then, without warning, the mass driver near the center of the vessel fired. With a bright flash, a massive shot raced through the debris of the destroyed guns and down towards the planet, rocking the ship back a little. Seconds later, reports came flooding in about something completely obliterating one of the orbital defense stations. \"They're serious.\" The jaguar stated, \"At dawn we begin evacuation of the base. But keep the mercenaries on high alert. We'll need as many of them as we can get if things escalate.\" The wolf nodded and called the command center. Over the next two days, the evacuation took place. Employees, miners, families, and many others had left towards whatever planet they had come from or to secure outposts near various colonies. The mercenaries had been ordered to stay, but Chase had other plans. \"Chase, you know if they find out about this-\" Krystal had begun when Chase placed a hand on her shoulder. \"They won't.\" The fox replied. \"How can you be so sure?\" Krystal asked. With a smile, Chase handed her something. When the vixen looked down at it, she realized it was an employee badge. \"How did you-?\" She began when Chase placed a finger on her nose. \"Don't thank me. Thank Hiigan.\" Chase smirked, \"He made the arrangements. Until this defensive op is over, you're his assistant. Since he is still in charge of the two of us, he agreed to take you to the next installation where the mercs will head if things get too hot for us to handle here. Bianca will watch over you from there until I get back.\" Krystal sighed sadly as her ears lowered. Chase hugged her tight, letting her nose his neck fur once more. \"Just...just be careful, ok?\" Krystal asked softly. Chase nodded, \"I'll try to be.\" Krystal smiled a little, \"Liar.\" Chase shrugged and watched as she met Hiigan for evacuation. Finally, the third day had come. With all of the essential personnel evacuated and most of the non essential currently begin evaced; the mission for most of the mercenaries was simple. Defend the remaining transports at any cost until they can safely jump to the evacuation coordinates with the rest of the corporation's employees. So, Chase stood beside one of the only fighting vehicles capable of defending the transports as they left the planet, the Phoenix GX4 interceptor. His favorite of all the interceptor models due to its abilities and easy-to-handle load out. The sleek, gray craft sat in the hanger with several others like it, all of them with a different colored tail stripe to identify them. Chase's was red. Its wings were near middle instead of near the engines, but they were still in a swept wing design to increase maneuverability and agility in combat. The main thrusters and afterburners were increased in power and size for increased speed. Perfect for the run-and-gun missions the craft was designed for. Twin, rapid-fire gauss miniguns on each wing and two pulse laser cannons hidden near the nose of the craft made for a more effective attack run. These guns had the power to rip apart enemy crafts. Plus, missiles were hidden in the body of the Phoenix, but it held fewer missiles to cope with the decrease in the size compared to Fox's Arwing or Wolf's Wolfen crafts. Unfortunately, it wasn't the perfect craft. Like most interceptors, it had less shielding power and the hull wasn't as thick to incorporate speed and maneuverability instead of the ability to fight for extended dogfights. So the Phoenix interceptor was faster and a better range of firepower that could be applied to its armaments, but it had less defensive power, and less long range offensive capabilities. \"Hey Ronin, where's your partner?\" A wolf asked as he checked the missile bay of his own Phoenix, \"I would think that she'd be at your side right now. Don't tell me she chickened out of this fight.\" \"She didn't chicken out.\" Chase shot back. \"Then where is she?\" The wolf asked. Chase sighed, \"If I told you, I'd have to kill you Delta.\" The wolf chuckled, \"I'd take you down first Ronin. Now come on, tell me.\" Chase smirked, \"Fine. She's with Hiigan for safety.\" The wolf shook his head, \"You're starting to get soft Ronin. If I didn't know you better, I'd say you were in love with your partner.\" Chase simply shrugged and took a helmet out of the cockpit of the Phoenix. As he did, Delta turned to face a female panther that was walking towards them. Her black flight outfit blended perfectly with her dark fur, making her golden eyes more menacing. Delta knew who she was and why she was coming over, but Chase didn't. \"Delta, Ronin, let's get a move on you two.\" She growled, \"We need to be in the air in ten.\" \"Keep your fur on Dark.\" Delta replied, \"You may be the one leading the two of us in the air, but on the ground you're just like anyone else here.\" \"On the ground I am still in charge of your sorry tail, wolf.\" The panther growled roughly, \"Ronin, get ready. You'd better be as good as they say. If not, your tail is dead up there.\" As Dark walked away, Delta growled quietly. Chase glanced from her to his friend. \"I'm going to guess you don't like Dark too much do you?\" Chase smirked. \"Nah, I really like her. She's my partner after all.\" Delta replied, \"But the second we got word that whoever it is up there showed up she's been acting a lot more aggressive than usual. Calling me things she'd never usually say and such.\" \"Wait...you don't know who were fighting?\" Chase asked in disbelief. \"Dark does, but she refuses to tell me. Do you know who it is?\" Delta asked in reply. Chase shook his head. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't been told either. But the higher ups had been exceptionally nervous about the evacuations, as if they knew something was horribly wrong. Chase was suddenly glad the techs had put warp cores into all the Phoenix interceptors. It had felt odd to wake up on the morning of the attack. For one, Krystal had awoken in a strange place. But after she remembered that she and a large amount of others had been evacuated for safety, she remembered everything else that had happened. In a bed next to hers lay a sleeping vixen. Her pink fur and rose red hair were a bit messy from her rest as one of her four tails flicked slowly from side to side over the edge of the bed. Then Krystal remembered that this was Bianca, the vixen Chase had asked to watch over her while he was still in the fighting. The room itself was a large hotel room. Two twin sized beds made up the sleeping arrangements for the vixen and her current roommate. Near the door, as in any hotel room, was a small bathroom and closet. A window on the opposite side of the room showed a large desert planet rotating slowly below. Krystal shook her head and sat on the edge of her bed for a moment, remembering everything that had just happened. As she did, Bianca's eyes began to open. The pink vixen pushed herself up from the bed, letting the thin strap of her sapphire nightgown fall down her upper arm. As she pulled it back up to her shoulder, Bianca glanced over at Krystal. \"Good morning.\" Bianca said as she sat up and stretched, \"Sleep well?\" Krystal shook her head, \"Not really. I couldn't sleep much.\" Bianca sighed softly, \"You're worried about Chase, aren't you?\" The vixen sighed and looked away as Bianca got up and sat down next to her. \"He'll be alright Krystal.\" Bianca said gently as she patted the vixens shoulder. \"I hope you're right.\" Krystal replied quietly, \"I really do.\" She laid her head on Bianca's shoulder as the pink vixen gently rubbed her back soothingly. The truth was that Bianca was also worried about Chase. Although she hadn't known him as long as some of the others, even Bianca knew how reckless the fox could be. If he didn't watch himself in this fight, they'd both lose him. And losing the fox was something both vixens never wanted to hear. Dark paced before Chase and Delta. It was obvious from her pacing that something was deeply bothering the panther. But just when Chase was about to ask what it was, Dark turned to face them. \"Alright, you two know what we're doing.\" Dark stated, \"While most of the mercs will be in the air defending, the remaining bunch will be on the ground with the AA guns. You two will have to stick to me like glue to survive this. These guys aren't our usual bunch of hostiles.\" \"So who are they?\" Chase asked. \"You'll find out up there Ronin.\" Dark replied, \"Just stay alert.\" \"So, do we have a certain objective?\" Delta asked. The female panther nodded, \"Of course. We're the ones who will ensure that these baddies regret coming after our tech. While most of the others will be defending the transports, our job is to take out the warp core below the engines of the capital ship that's currently positioned right above us. Your shipboard AIs already have the layout of the vessel and know what the mission is. All we have to do is destroy it and then take out that sub orbital mass driver weapon that has destroyed three of our orbital defense stations. Once the main weapon is down and it can't run away, the orbital barrage will take it from there.\" \"Great.\" Chase sighed, \"Do we have an exact count of enemy crafts?\" \"No.\" Dark shook her head, \"All we know is they out number us at least ten or fifteen to one. It's not going to be an easy fight.\" \"So what do we do after we eliminate the threat?\" Chase asked. \"Activate the warp cores and head for the closest installation we evaced to.\" Dark replied, \"Nap`al outpost gamma-six. The coordinates should be in your systems already according to the techs.\" With a nod, Chase climbed into his Phoenix. The Nap`al outpost was where Hiigan was. And if Hiigan was there, Krystal and Bianca were there as well. As the fox ran a series of quick tests to ensure that the craft was fully ready for combat, a light flickered near his head. As it flashed urgently, Chase sighed and pressed a button near the throttle. When he did, a female wolf appeared on the dashboard of his cockpit. The wolf's body was blue, but with green eyes and pink inside of her ears. A series of ones and zeros flashed across her body and flight gear. Right now, they were slowly progressing across her body, but they occasionally sped up, slowed down, or even changed directions, all depending on her mood or status. This was Jennifer, the AI unit that kept the systems of his ship running. But she was also designed for a lot more than just being in his Phoenix. Due to her advanced programming Jennifer was also a voice of reason for Chase during aerial combat. Emotional programming allowed her to worry, feel glee, or become fearful or angry. But she had been programmed to override fear and anger in order to function rationally if the situation required her to do so. \"Give me some good news Jen.\" Chase said as he strapped in. The AI smiled, \"We are not dead yet. That is considered good news.\" \"You know the odds against us right?\" Chase asked, \"What're the odds that we'll survive this one to see Krystal again?\" \"Very good odds.\" Jennifer replied, and then she looked a little puzzled, \"Why do you ask when it is clear you should be able to see her craft beside your own?\" \"Because Krystal isn't here.\" Chase answered, \"She's safe with Hiigan and Bianca at the jump coordinates.\" \"Oh, recalculating.\" Jennifer stated. The wolf closed her eyes for a minute, and then opened them, \"Our odds of seeing her again are now very slim to none.\" \"We'll take those odds.\" Chase said as he slipped on his helmet and breathing mask, \"Prep systems to attack. I want all weapons online.\" Jennifer nodded as she complied with his orders. She had enough data about the fox's combat records to realize that even if the odds had been completely against him, he still would have fought. \"Alright, let's go give these suckers a Ronin welcome.\" Chase stated as he lowered the dark visor over his eyes, \"What's the load out?\" Jennifer quickly ran through the systems, \"The usual. Main guns are online and operating at maximum efficiency. Missile load out: two E-38 Ultima missiles, six Firefly homing missiles, six Shaker missiles, and one A-31B 'Nexus' smart missile.\" Chase smiled as the count for each missile showed up in the corner of his helmet's HUD, \"Perfect. Lock the Nexus until we reach our objective and open communications with the rest of the squadron. We'll need the firepower.\" \"Affirmative.\" Jennifer replied, \"Opening channels.\" \"You ready Ronin?\" A voice asked in his ear. \"Ronin standing by.\" Chase replied. \"Delta-2 standing by.\" A second voice stated. \"Alright, let's show these saps why no one messes with these corporate mercenaries.\" Dark growled, \"Follow me and form up on my wings once we're airborne.\" \"Roger that.\" Ronin and Delta replied. As another Phoenix left the hanger, Chase gunned the thrusters. With a deafening roar, three Phoenix interceptors raced skyward, followed by several other crafts of various builds. Heavier classes of fighters such as the Dark Eagle, a ship built for long battles and hard enemies, and the heavier Caliber, a heavy weapons ship that was slow, but held a much higher payload and shields than the lighter Dark Eagle and the Phoenix. \"Is anyone else going after the carrier instead of defending the transports?\" Chase asked as a giant craft passed below him. Several crafts like it were moving in small groups of five. These were the transports. They looked like flattened silver hotdog buns with engines. Not very fast, little to nothing shield power and weak hull armor, and near to nothing armaments except for two, small, rapid-fire pulse guns on the tips of the nose and tail. They were literally flying sardine cans, but they were the only type of civilian craft that had rift jumping technology. But, although they could jump, it took time to warm up the older jump engines the transports used. This meant that they would have to be guarded while the engines prepped for jump. \"Yeah, we've got plenty of backup for this attack.\" Dark replied, \"Three Caliber groups, several Dark Eagles, and another interceptor team.\" Due to the advanced build of each craft, Chase hadn't even noticed when they left the planets atmosphere. Not a single bump passed through to the cockpit. But now that they had exited, Chase was able to see what had caused all the trouble. Looming ahead like a thundercloud over the horizon, the black, boomerang shaped vessel sat, as if waiting for something. \"Think they know we're going to attack them?\" Delta asked. As if in reply, the vessel began launching fighters. Several gray ships emerged from the blackness. Sleek designs, forward angled wings, cockpit right up front, and bristling with energy weapons. \"Jen?\" Chase asked. \"Over one hundred enemy contacts approaching fast. ETA thirty seconds and counting.\" The AI replied. \"Shields to full power and arm the missile warheads and cannons.\" Chase ordered. \"Alright boys.\" Dark said with an angry tone, \"Show no mercy.\""
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"value": "### Title: Nuclear Winter: Intro by Senharu\n\n### Tags: Alien, Human, Mild Violence, No-Yiff, Short, Wolf\n\n**Characters**\n\n**Cruzo Ortino**: A 15-year-old human boy who is the main protagonist. He is skilled in crafting armor and repairing weapons, having learned these trades while working for an armorer on a colonized Earth. After losing his eye in a hostage situation, he decides to distance himself from others.\n\n**The Bounty Hunter**: An anthro and frequent visitor to the armorer's shop where Cruzo works. He is a skilled and ruthless professional, willing to kill to protect his friends or complete his job. He values Cruzo's life during the hostage situation, but warns him not to expect such leniency again.\n\n**The Outlaw**: An anthro and criminal who takes Cruzo hostage when the bounty hunter attempts to apprehend him. He is killed by the bounty hunter in the process.\n\n**Plot**\n\nAfter a long period of peace and technological advancement, a rogue alien race initiates a nuclear winter on multiple planets, including Earth, causing widespread devastation and wariness among civilizations. Thousands of years later, Earth has been recolonized by an alien race that has taken on human-like forms. The planet becomes a haven for outlaws, bounty hunters, and mercenaries, as well as those seeking a peaceful life.\n\nCruzo Ortino, a 15-year-old boy skilled in crafting armor and repairing weapons, works for an armorer on Earth. He befriends a frequent visitor, a bounty hunter, who tips him generously. One day, while repairing an outlaw's armor, the bounty hunter attempts to apprehend the criminal. The outlaw takes Cruzo hostage, but the bounty hunter swiftly kills the outlaw, inadvertently injuring Cruzo and causing him to lose an eye. The bounty hunter warns Cruzo not to expect such mercy again, leading Cruzo to decide to keep his distance from others."
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"value": "!WARNING!This story contains mild violence, no yiff, and no cuddles.Intro to: Nuclear WinterIt was a bright and wonderful autumn day when it all began. Millions around the world hadn't a reason to worry of anything. Children care free and playing with one another! The world was finally in peace after is seventh world war. A treaty amongst every country had been signed uniting them under a council of leaders who would together decide the good of the world. Space travel, lasers, and cures for the once thought incurable diseases had finally been achieved! Contact with alien life had been established and peace had been secured. Everything in the world seemed as if it had finally gone right. All thoughts of the apocalypse had been erased from existence, and only the thought of what technology would be next remained!Years passed and peace stayed as a constant till one day a crazed race of aliens had finally reached the age of nuclear development. They were part of the alliance that had been formed with the humans and many other aliens, though they often thought differently than the others. Not quite believing that peace would or perhaps should last. Their government had created a small group of, what the humans would call, terrorists that had been commanded to surgically attack every colony with their new nuclear weapons, and since nuclear technology had all but been erased from all civilizations in the alliance there was no real way to know what they were by now. Peace had made the universe lax and unmoved by the thought of war. Each terrorist easily reached their targets and had set their weapons to detonate once enough had been linked to send a planet into a nuclear winter. They had no intention of completely whipping the planets from the face of the universe, just the shake it and teach everyone war was still real and very possible.After months of planning and easy construction of each weapon they finally detonated each of the devastation weapons causing many of the life sustaining planets fall under nuclear winter and heavy fall out. It wasn't long till the leaders of the species that had committed this horrid crime against life itself were confronted, and all of them denied any knowledge of the terrorists. There was no proof they had been involved and no possible way to prove it otherwise. After the incident most civilizations had become wary of the others and started to drift apart. War yet again had become more possible than ever. Civilizations began researching war technology again and started to move outward to colonize other livable planets. The others had been left to die by themselves. Earth was one of these left behind by their original inhabitants. There were no signs of life, no possible way anything had lived through the devastation. Though after thousands of years the planets had begun to redevelop till they were once again livable, and those who cared nothing of the wars ventured out to these planets to find salvation and a new life. One race of alien had found Earth alone and colonized it for their selves. Their race, unlike many others, evolved rapidly and under earths current conditions had seemed to take on forms that were human like while having many traits of the creatures that once lived their.They had partially repaired what was left of the civilization and started to redevelop technology so they could survive. As years moved on and on the planet had become a place for many outlaws, bounty hunters, and mercenaries to reside as well as many whom only wished to survive without the thought of war. Out of all these there was one child who had lost his home to outlaws as well as his parents. His name was Cruzo Ortino. Cruzo had been forced to live off his own abilities though he was only 15 years of age. He had become a worker boy for a man who made armor for the fighters that came to the planet. He learned to craft with leather, steel, and many other materials that were often brought from off world. Along with learning how to do this he had also learned how to repair many weapons and whilst speaking with many of the off world bounty hunters and mercs he learned many skills that could one day save his life. One man he had grown quite close to. He was a frequent visitor and often needed his equipment repaired, and often he would tip with quite a bit more than was necessary.One day while repairing some broken armor of a outlaw the bounty hunter had come to claim him, though like most this outlaw didn't quite like the idea of being turned in for his crimes so he took hold of Cruzo and held him at gun point while forcing the bounty hunter back. This was the moment that Cruzo?s life changed; his dear friend pulled his pistol up without hesitation and fired at the man behind Cruzo. As the shot hit them man dead in the head it had also sliced through Cruzo's right eye. He had been freed from his captor but now was partially blind. The man took the body of the outlaw and while dragging it away told Cruzo to not expect to live again if this situation were to ever arise again, only because they were friends he lived this time. Cruzo took his words to heart and decided that he would no longer get close to anyone again. End...\n\nIf everyone likes this story I'll continue it. Enjoy."
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"value": "### Title: New Gloves by danath\n\n### Tags: Bunny, Dinosaur, Female, Fighting, No-Yiff, Rabbit, boxing\n\n**Characters**\n\n**Angel**: A 6'7\" tall sauropod dinosaur with a boxer's physique, grey-brown skin, and red triangular markings along her spine. She is a professional boxer, characterized by her golden eyes, smooth skull, and pointy teeth. Despite her intimidating appearance, she is thoughtful and generous, as seen when she gifts her friend a pair of boxing gloves.\n\n**Green Legend (Green)**: An anthropomorphic rabbit, nearly as tall as Angel including her long, floppy ears. She is a skilled boxer with a fit, muscular build, covered in thick, soft white fur. Green has a distinctive star tattoo over her left eye, blonde hair with red tips, and wears a green and black boxing uniform. She is confident, competitive, and has a playful sense of humor.\n\n**Plot**\n\nIn the quiet of an early morning, Angel, a tall and formidable sauropod boxer, is in the gym wrapping a Christmas present for her friend. The gift is a pair of custom boxing gloves that took her weeks to find. As she warms up in the ring, Green Legend, an anthro white rabbit and fellow boxer, enters the gym. Angel presents the gift to Green, who is delighted with the gloves and decides to wear them for their impromptu sparring session.\n\nThe two fighters don their gloves and agree to a friendly match as compensation for the gift. Their banter reveals a competitive yet friendly rivalry, with Angel claiming she'll beat Green today, and Green reminding Angel of her past failures. The match begins with both boxers displaying their skills, trading blows, and showcasing their unique fighting styles. Angel uses her powerful tail and sharp teeth to her advantage, while Green relies on her speed, agility, and powerful hind legs.\n\nAfter a series of intense exchanges, Green emerges victorious, using her signature right hook to knock Angel down onto the mat. Despite her loss, Angel is satisfied with her performance and the two friends share a laugh, appreciating each other's skills. Green admires her new gloves and thanks Angel for the gift. Angel, eager for a rematch, playfully warns Green that the gloves won't save her in the next round. Their friendly banter and camaraderie highlight the strong bond between the two boxers."
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"value": "Angel growled with frustration as she tried to hold the bright blue and green wrapping paper down around a cardboard container slightly larger than a shoebox. The festive paper wasn't to curl back up and she was having trouble getting the tape to stick. The six-foot-seven sauropod eventually gave up and simply wrapped a long piece of clear tape around the entire package, ending with the cardboard inside more or less covered.\n\nAngel was a boxer. Her height and reach gave her a large advantage in the ring. It didn't hurt that her smooth, broad skull and pointy teeth were more than a little intimidating as well. Golden eyes peered out from under a heavy brow. Red triangles ran down her backside, no more than a few inches wide at the top and spreading larger as they traveled over her spine and tail. They contrasted with her tough gray-brown skin nicely. Each triangle pointed downwards, each angle a perfect 60 degrees. Lighter white skin ran from under her chin, over the front of her neck, and spread over her chest and belly before narrowing near her groin.\n\nDressed as she was in black, baggy shorts and a tight-fitting black sports bra, she was exposing as much skin as she normally did at the gym where she worked out and sparred with other boxers.\n\nThe big dinosaur wasn't one to mess around with fine details like wrapping a Christmas present. Besides, she was hoping to see the receiver of the gift put them on right away anyways. It took Angel a few weeks to find the gloves, but it was worth it - they were perfect. The boxing gloves were springtime green with black wrists. Each glove had, right at the top where the glove would be hitting someone, a white, ten-point star.\n\nAngel stood and picked up the poorly-wrapped gift from the bench near the boxing ring at the center of the gym. It was early in the day yet, so she got into the ring, leaving the present in one corner, and danced in circles, shifting her feet, punching the air, dodging imaginary blows. She loved to box and easily lost herself in the faux-fight, until she heard a voice call her name.\n\n\"Angel! Hey!\"\n\nThe large dino stopped and leaned her elbows on the ropes as she smiled at Green Legend. The white-furred bunny was nearly as tall as she was. At least, if you counted her tall, flopped over ears, which Green always did. The rabbit approached the ring, dressed in her regular boxing uniform. She wore a light green sports bra and matching shorts. She also had a many-pointed star over her left eye, the same color as her boxing shorts. One cup of the bra had a circular patch of black, flat on the upper side, which extended over the side of her chest. Her green shorts had a stylized black flame on the left leg, outlined in white. She was fit, with a hard belly that showed off every muscle, even through her thick, soft pelt. She had long blonde hair draping down the sides of her short muzzle, going just past her shoulders. The ends were tipped with red, giving it the appearance of fire as she tossed it back and waved at Angel.\n\n\"Green! Just the person I was hoping to see,\" Angel said. Her tail swept the mat behind her lazily and she nodded towards the gift. \"Got you your Christmas present early. Didn't want to wait.\"\n\nGreen laughed and ran over to lift the present. She raised an eyebrow at the crumpled wrapping paper, but didn't say anything, for which Angel was grateful. The rabbit tore into the box inside and pulled out the boxing gloves, a look of rapt adoration on her white-furred face.\n\n\"Oh, Angel! They're perfect!\" she said, clutching them to her chest. \"Wow!\"\n\n\"Thought you'd like 'em,\" she said.\n\n\"But I didn't get you anything.\"\n\n\"S'okay,\" the dino said, shrugging. \"Tell you what - be my sparring partner today and we'll call it even. Help you break in those gloves.\"\n\nAngel nodded and hopped into the ring. Both boxers put on their gloves - Angel's were the same red color as the triangles on her backside. They couldn't tape them as tightly as if they were fighting for real without third-party assistance, but for sparring, it was good enough.\n\nThey bumped fists in the middle of the ring.\n\n\"Gonna kick your ass today, bunny,\" Angel said, flashing a grin that revealed every one of her many sharp teeth.\n\n\"You say that every time,\" Green shot back, dancing backwards, gloves up. \"And every time I prove you wrong.\"\n\n\"I'm feeling good today,\" the dino said, retreating to her corner as well, keeping a wary eye on the bunny. \"You wait and see.\"\n\nThey rushed back to the center at the same time and circled each other. Neither wore shoes, preferring their feet bare. The canvas trembled beneath them as they held their gloves up, protecting their faces, until Angel ducked, jumped forward, and went for an early uppercut. Green leaned backward, narrowly avoiding a nasty shot to the jaw, and tried to retaliate. Angel blocked the first punch, but took the second to her belly. She let out an \"oof!\" as she turned into the blow.\n\nThe dino's long tail swept around, catching one of Green's ankles. The white rabbit stumbled and Angel rushed in, raining a string of blows, several of which connected solidly around the white rabbit's belly and chest. One landed a hit on her nose, stunning her for just a moment. Green shrugged off a few more glancing blows and struck back half-blind, eyes watering. The white star on the end of her green glove connected and Angel grunted as she dropped back, gloves up.\n\nGreen sniffed and wriggled her pink nose. \"Shoulda worn my mouth guard,\" she grumbled, opening and closing her jaw a few times.\n\n\"You're looking a little rusty there, Green,\" Angel said, taunting her sparring partner. \"Slowing down a bit, are we?\"\n\n\"Ha! Least I don't need the temperature at 80 to fight,\" Green shot back.\n\nThe two females growled at each other and circled again, toes dancing back and forth as they looked for an opening. They traded blows here and there, but for a few minutes, neither went for it.\n\nUntil Green saw her chance. She feinted a left hook and, when Angel took the bait, she swung in her right glove, catching the dino under the jaw. Dazed, Angel stumbled back, trying to get her gloves back up as the bunny's lightning-fast punches rained down around her head and shoulders. She got a few good body shots in before trying to swing her tail around, but this time, Angel was ready. The rabbit hopped into the air, putting her great leg strength to good work, and as she landed, brought her fist down on top of the bridge of Angel's muzzle.\n\nThe sauropod's jaw clacked together and a stream of blood poured from her right nostril. Growling, she ignored the wooziness and swung out, jabbing left, right, and left again. She caught Green a solid shot to the jaw and another to the temple, but the rabbit swung right back. Angel tried to block, but the pesky lapine girl was simply too quick.\n\nThe next thing Angel knew, she was on her back, staring up at the lights, arms at her sides, with a throbbing pain in her jaw and temple. Green stepped over her belly and straddled her chest, both white stars on the ends of the gloves pointing right at Angel's snout.\n\n\"Ha! Another victory for the mammals!\" she shouted, glee evident on her face.\n\n\"That friggin' right hook of yours,\" Angel said, reaching up to rub her swollen jaw with her glove.\n\nGreen reached down and helped the larger female up to her feet. \"Hey, don't feel bad. It was a good fight.\" She opened and closed her jaw a few more times. \"You got a few good hits in there. Damn... feels like I got hit by a truck...\"\n\nAngel laughed and threw her arm around the rabbit's shoulder.\n\n\"Least I gave as good as I got, right?\"\n\n\"S'right! These gloves are great, by the way. Thanks again!\"\n\nAngel's teeth clicked as she grinned and wiped her bloody nose on her free arm.\n\n\"Oh, don't think we're done already, bunny! Those gloves aren't going to save you in round two!\"\n\nThe End"
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"value": "### Title: How it Began Ch. 02\n\n### Tags: submissive, submissive men, submissive boy, cum eater, strong woman, sorority sisters, creampie, snowball\n\n**Characters**\n\n- **John**: The protagonist, a young man who is exploring his sexuality and submissive tendencies. He is the stepbrother of El.\n\n- **El**: The antagonist, a confident and dominant young woman who is a member of a sorority that practices female-led relationships. She is John's stepsister and guide into the world of submission.\n\n**Plot**\n\nJohn wakes up to memories of a lustful encounter and finds El, his stepsister, in the kitchen. They share breakfast and engage in small talk, but the atmosphere is charged with sexual tension. El brings up the previous night's events, clarifying that while they are not in a romantic relationship, they will continue to have a physical one. She reveals that her parents, and now her mother and John's father, have a special relationship dynamic where the woman is the dominant figure, a practice stemming from her mother's sorority days.\n\nEl explains that she has followed in her mother's footsteps, joining the same sorority and adopting its practices. She describes how the sorority selects and trains submissive men, or \"sorority boys,\" to serve the sisters. John is intrigued and aroused by El's descriptions, leading to a discussion about his submissive tendencies and his potential role as a \"sorority boy.\" El emphasizes the importance of submission, respect, and control, and she sets boundaries for John's sexual activities, including the need for permission to achieve orgasm."
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"value": "Saturday \n\nI woke Saturday morning to an empty bed and lust filled memories \n\nI staggered to my room and threw on gym shorts and a tee shirt and heading to the kitchen where I heard El banging and scraping around with pots and pans. \n\nShe turned and smiled and said hello. She was wearing PJ pants, a tee shirt and a light short robe. She was covered and that was fine. She was still cute as could be and just being in the same room with her was having an effect. \n\nShe said \"Breakfast?\" \n\n\"Yes please.\" \n\nA whole bunch of small talk started over eggs and toast and a way too strong pot of coffee I brewed. When we were done we went to the back patio to drink more coffee and read the paper. Yea, the parents are very cute with the paper delivery still. \n\nMy cloths from last night were still scattered about the ground. I looked at them and at El and started to get another erection. It was obvious to her what was happening. \n\n\"Take those shorts off would you?\" she said. \n\nOff they came, I sat down and my erection grew. \n\n\"Let's talk for a bit about last night OK?\" she said, and then continued. \n\n\"Listen, we are not boy friend and girl friend, OK. We are step brother and sister. That doesn't mean we're not going to know each other in a carnal way, because we have and we will. But I have a couple of \"boyfriends\" at State and I'm happy with that. You OK with all of that so far?\" she asked. \n\nI said, \"Yup that is just fine with me. I must say I'm a little confused about what happened last night, why I did what you asked and why it was such a turn on.\" \n\nEl said, \"I'm not confused at all. I know that my mom and my dad had a special type of relationship. They loved and respected each other, no matter the physical part of the relationship, they supported each other and that was fine. I never really knew what that special physical relationship was, but I knew it may be kinky and private. When my mom first talked with me about marrying your dad, she said your dad and she had that same type of special relationship.\" \n\n\"Well how did you learn it was female led?\" I asked. \n\n\"That happened a little later. Right before I left for State mom said she had been a member of a sorority there. Mom got quiet for a second and then just went on in a rush. The sorority only takes members who are the smartest and most aggressive and self assured woman on campus. Dominant woman on campus she said. At the time I thought the term odd. She told me the sorority sisters cultivate a cadre of young men to cater to their needs and the needs of the house. No one takes on a boy friend until their senior year at the earliest. The boys are available to the house and serve the sisters in anyway they see fit. It could be as simple as helping out around the house, like with maintenance, building shelves, cutting the lawn, that sort of thing. Things that took time and effort and things men would be proud to do to please a woman. Sounds silly I know, but really, it's not. She then went on to explain that some of the boys were \"used\" in a sexual fashion. I was shocked as she went on to explain that the boys were chosen because they were submissive and once they embrace their submissiveness, they are taught to serve the woman of the house.\" \n\nI asked, \"Did she say she sought out a submissive man to marry after college?\" \n\n\"My father was one of the sorority boys, and then my mom's boyfriend and then of course they got married.\" El said. \n\n\"Did you pledge that house your freshman year?\" I asked. \n\n\"I did.\" she said. \"Last year we brought on 12 new boys who learned everything there was to know about each sister and how to please them. They were available to us after 8PM and on Friday and Saturday nights. The boys have to work out and stay in great shape. They have to maintain a 3.8 grade point average so we leave them to study until 8PM. We also tutor them in academics if they need help. It's funny, one of the guys told me when he takes a physics exam or quiz he gets a hard on. His physic sorority sister tutor gives the best blow jobs in the sorority house and rewards \"A's\" in a special way. The boys are also tutored in what each sister likes sexually. The boys have to be discrete and not talk about any of the girls or the house in general. We expect them to be gentlemen on campus and boy toys in the house. Of course they are checked for any sexual diseases before they set foot in the house. We have special contacts and privileges at the campus medical center.\" \n\n\"Wow, El, you mean they are sex slaves?\" I asked. \n\n\"No, I wouldn't say that, I would say they are slaves to sex. Once they realize the benefits of being sexually subservient and submissive they really enjoy making sure we all are happy. But don't forget, they do get to cum a lot. That said, we do have an orgasm denial week where the girls are pleasured as usual and the guys have to wait until Saturday night to cum. It's really amazing what 25 or so crazy horny boys will do.\" \n\n\"I though you said 12\", I asked. \n\n\"Yea, I did, five are boyfriends of seniors and the rest are hold over's. The boyfriends are not usually in the general mix of boy toys, but they can be if their girlfriends like and during orgasm denial week, everyone is in play. Of course the girls are totally free to do what they want with whomever they like, boyfriend or not. All of the boys, boyfriends or boy toys do what the sorority sisters tell them to do. By the way, when you have a house full of sexually liberated woman and sexually obedient men there are a lot of orgasms happening all the time. There are rules though, the Sorority Boys are limited to sex with the sorority sisters. That is a pledge they have to take. The boyfriends are usually limited to their girlfriends but there is a lot of sharing and the Sorority Sisters can do whatever they want. \n\nBy this time my hard on was back and straining more than just a bit. \n\nLooking at my cock she said, \"We need to shave you. All the boys are shaved, we like the clean bald cock look. Except the guys that are really hairy, we just clip them close. It looks odd to have a bald space when you are furry. We'll do that later\" \n\nI looked down and wondered what my cock would look like shaved, how I would ever go to a gym again, why was I was getting even harder with the thought of being shaved by this woman. I think I was loosing control of my dick to this girl. I looked up at her. She too was gazing at my bobbing cock. She knew exactly what was going on. Finally she spoke. \n\n\"John, I think for the next 8 days or so you need to totally let yourself go into my care. Do whatever I ask of you whenever I ask it of you. Don't think about it, don't worry about it, just do it. I'll teach you how to bring me pleasure and you will learn a lot about a woman's body. In that same time I think you will learn a lot about yourself. About what pleases you and what turns you on. I think you will realize you may have some unusual needs but also find some easy solutions to fulfilling those needs. I know from the boyfriends, the guys who have been around the sorority for four years that their attitude toward life, success and happiness is very peaceful, joy filled but still aggressive and manly. Being submissive to a woman you like and eventually may love doesn't make you weaker, it actually makes you stronger. It's not just about you, it's about who ever you are with, it's not about \"cumming\", it's about sharing joy and pleasure. Giving pleasure turns into your pleasure. Giving up control is a gift not a sacrifice. Control in the hands of the right woman is liberating.\" \n\nShe got on her knees, spread my legs and rested her forearms on my thighs, looking at me. \n\n\"The sisters call them newbies, the guys that are found on campus and brought to the sorority to be potential sorority men. The boyfriends also play a role in finding the right guys. Some are chosen out of the locker rooms because they have huge cocks. They usually don't work out. Most are chosen because of their intelligence and curiosity. There is a system that works pretty well. As you would guess most of the boys are not submissive and go about their lives. Of those who are, only a small percent can accept the beauty of it and get totally into the headspace. Those who do end up having remarkably active sex lives with lots of beautiful and smart woman. They learn to embrace who they are as the sisters lead them to further accept their submission and service. Sometimes it's beautiful lovemaking and other times it raw and bawdy sex, just hard cocks and dripping pussies, but either way, it is a lots of fun. From the look of that cock, you have potential\" she said with a laugh. \n\nWe both looked down at my cock. It was doing the cock head beating against my stomach thing again. \n\nShe went on, \"You have already passed one of the biggest tests and one that is finite, it is the only total eliminator for joining the sorority.\" She paused and look me in the eyes. \n\n\"You didn't resist at all when I told you I was going to snowball you.\" she said. \n\nI flushed red with embarrassment and looked down. El of course saw I was uncomfortable. \n\nShe said, \"John look at me.\" \n\nI did but it was hard to not look away. I forced myself to just look at her beautiful face no matter how embarrassed I was. \n\nShe spoke. \"John, you're a natural cum eater. From my perspective and the perspective of the sorority, that is a good thing. In fact, if you were not a cum eater we would not be having this conversation right now. It's a requirement to be a sorority boy. Our logic is this, if men expect woman to swallow their sperm, we expect men to swallow sperm too. What's good for the gander is good for the goose, to crumple a metaphor. This usually is what disqualifies potential sorority boys. They just can't bring themselves to do it. I'm glad to see you are a realist and not homophobic in a heterosexual way. We look at it as a sign of respect by the men toward the sorority sisters. Kind of, I will do for you all that I ask you to do for me, or put another way, I will do whatever you ask of me and learn to enjoy it. It's a test and a sign of respect and you should be proud not embarrassed that you wanted to please me so much you swallowed your cum when asked. By the way, you will be swallowing all of your cum from every orgasm you have with me, all my boys do. It turns me on when a guy does it. Being such a willing cum eater also confirms for me that you are naturally submissive. This is an exciting thing for you to know about yourself. You submission also empowers me and that makes me feel strong and sexy and confident,\" she said. \n\nI obviously was still very embarrassed and I must have looked quite uncomfortable. I was having a very hard time holding eye contact and I kept glancing away and tilting my head down. I felt like I had been caught doing something very bad. \n\nEl said, \"There is a poster on the back of every sister's door that has these words on it. We all have these words memorized as will you. \n\n\"Submission is not about being used, submission is about being of use.\" \"Submission is not thinking less of yourself, submission is thinking of yourself less.\" \"Submission is not about what is done to you, submission is what you can do for her.\" \n\nI want you to know that I think being a submissive young man is not a bad thing at all. I think you too will find being a submissive young man with a hard bobbing cock has its advantages,\" she said. \n\nI was still feeling a little light headed and off center. But I was still hard. \n\nEl said, \"Let's get a move on. We can take care of your cock later; right now let's take care of the three \"S's\", poop, shower and then a nice clean shave for you. Breakfast dishes first, then some private time for reflection and catching up on the news, emails and such, than I'll meet you in the shower. OK?\" \n\nI looked down at my throbbing cock. \"He has to wait?\" I asked. \n\nEl said. \"Just for a while, my guess is you will never make it through the shaving and yes, get use to him being hard and not cumming. As long as you are playing with me, with the sorority, not only will you swallow all of your cum, you will only cum when we want you to cum\", she said with a smile. \"Girls rule, subs drool. In your case, drip\" as a constant stream of pre-cum coated my cock and a stand hung from the end. \n\nEl said, \"One other thing I like is when a guy asks permission to cum. I usually say yes, but every once in a while I need more time to catch up...or I want the lust to last a little longer. Sometimes I feel like playing with orgasm denial a bit. But it also turns me on to be in control of a man's orgasm, so remember to ask, please.\" \n\nEl went on, \"And while we are on the topic of cumming, you will be able to jerk off but never without permission. You can use your hand to keep yourself hard and on the edge, but your orgasms belong to me and soon the sorority. I will have you jerk off for me sometimes right after an orgasm with me. I like watching a good cock beating now and again. Otherwise if you are away from us and you \"need\" to cum, you will have to call one of us for permission. Don't' worry, we usually just say sure, sometime we will want you to sign onto a live video sites so we can watch. The hard part, sorry for the pun, the hard part for you, we still insist on you swallowing your ejaculate, and that is difficult to do alone. That is why having us watch, works, we are there to encourage you. OK?\" \n\nI was at a loss for words but the thought of not controlling my own orgasms intrigued and excited me. My cock strained. I flushed red with embarrassment as we stood and she took my hand. She was calling me a cum eater and I had just given all control of my orgasms to an 18 year old girl. And my cock was as hard as it has ever been. I don't know where this is going, but I'm defiantly along for the ride. \n\nAs we started our walk into the house my straining cock and the crazy situation, my nudity, she was clothed; it was going to be too much. My cock bounced and I felt it building. I was going to cum. \n\nI pulled back on her hand and stopped. I looked at her. \"El, I'm not going to make it. Can I please have permission to cum?\" I said. \n\nShe stopped and turned with a confused look. She saw my cock straining and my body tremble. \"Don't touch yourself. If you cum without touching yourself, I'm OK with that, in fact it's a very nice compliment to a girl,\" she said. \n\nShe smiled and looked at my straining cock. And that is all it took. I convulsed and squirted sperm up to my neck and covering my chest. I bobbed and came a few more squirts, but not touching my cock did nothing to relieve my intense hornieness. \n\nEl just watched, wide eyed, hand over her mouth to suppress a laugh and finally said, \"Oh my goodness. That was amazing.\" \n\nShe stepped to me and with the side of her index finger scooped a fair amount of sperm from my stomach and chest and brought her hand to my mouth. She looked at me with a wicked smile and a twinkle in her eye. \n\nOnly one word was said, \"Open.\""
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"value": "### Title: How to Give Great Rimjobs\n\n### Tags: gay sex, how to gay sex, ass licking, ass licking, rimjob, rimming, ass, ass play, anal play, anal sex\n\n### Characters\n\n**The Narrator**: The main character and narrator of the guide, who is experienced in rimming and provides detailed instructions and tips on how to perform analingus effectively. The narrator shares personal experiences and preferences to illustrate their points.\n\n**The Recipient**: The man who is receiving the rimjob. His reactions and preferences are described to help the narrator illustrate the techniques and positions discussed.\n\n**Dante**: A tall basketball player whom the narrator had a sexual encounter with in college. Dante is mentioned as particularly enjoying rimjobs, sometimes even preferring them to other sexual acts.\n**Older Gentleman**: A neighbor who introduced the narrator to rimming when they were younger. He is described as teaching the narrator various techniques while the narrator rimmed him in the shower.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe narrator begins by acknowledging that while many people find the buttocks attractive, the anus itself can be a sensitive topic due to its association with waste and gay sex. They then proceed to explain the sensitivity of the anus and the pleasure it can provide, introducing the term \"anal-ingus\" for rimjobs. The narrator's goal is to share their extensive experience in rimming to help others enhance their partner's pleasure.\n\nPreparation is emphasized as a crucial first step. The narrator discusses the importance of understanding the purpose of the rimjob, as it can affect the approach and techniques used. Cleanliness is stressed as a vital factor, with the narrator preferring a freshly bathed and hairless anus. For those concerned about direct contact, the use of dental dams or condoms on the tongue is suggested.\n\nThe narrator then delves into foreplay techniques to warm up the recipient, including massaging the buttocks, kissing, and licking around the anus. They advise keeping the licking and kissing dry unless preparing for anal sex, in which case extra saliva can be used for lubrication and to create a warming and cooling sensation.\n\nVarious positions are discussed to ensure both the giver and receiver are comfortable. The positions include the recipient on their hands and knees, lying on their back, sitting on a chair, lying on their stomach, standing, and sitting on the giver's face. Each position is described with its benefits and potential drawbacks, highlighting the importance of comfort and accessibility.\n\nThe narrator shares personal experiences to illustrate their points, including encounters with college athletes and an older gentleman who introduced them to rimming. They provide detailed techniques for using the tongue and mouth to stimulate the anus, such as the \"wiggle,\" \"swirl,\" \"flick,\" \"lapping,\" \"CPR,\" and \"dart.\" Each technique is described with its unique effects on the recipient's pleasure.\n\nThroughout the guide, the narrator emphasizes the importance of paying attention to the recipient's reactions and preferences, using a combination of techniques to enhance pleasure. They conclude by expressing their enthusiasm for rimming and its potential to be a thrilling part of one's sex life, provided the recipient is clean and the giver is enthusiastic."
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"value": "There are many people who find asses extremely sexy but the asshole extremely disgusting. If that area is disgusting to you and/or gay sex, then you may not want to finish reading this. An anus itself has many sensitive nerves located in areas that can provide a great deal of pleasure for your man. The two most prevalent areas are the anus entrance itself and the prostate gland located inside the anus underneath the taint area. I am going to give you some tips on how to properly approach this topic and eventually rim your man's asshole in a way that gives him the maximum amount of pleasure. The proper term for rimjob is analingus and I have rimmed plenty of asses in my day, so I want to share with you some tips and techniques that I have used so that if you are interested in rimming your man, you too will have the skills to enhance his pleasure. I believe these tips can help men and women alike. \n\nPreparation \n\nThe first step in preparing to eat another man's ass is deciding your reason for it. There are three primary reasons you stick your tongue on a man's anus and those reasons are either to prepare him for anal sex, foreplay to stimulate him for other types of sex, or to give him a complete rimjob until he cums. Knowing the reason will help you decide the proper approach and the types of techniques you may want to apply. \n\nThe next three steps that begin a proper rimjob are cleanliness, cleanliness, cleanliness. Make sure the ass is clean. For me, without that, there is no rimjob. His ass needs to be freshly bathed and washed. I like to see a nice clean, fresh smelling, puckered rectum before my tongue gets busy. Not only does this provide you with more motivation, it is more sanitary. \n\nFor those of you who have a problem with the skin on skin contact because of sanitary reasons, there are products that can be used such as dental dam which is used in oral sex on a vagina but an alternative great technique is to put a condom on your tongue. Unroll it down your tongue and put the hardened ring in your mouth like you are sticking out your tongue to blow a bubble with chewing gum. This way, you can lick his asshole without the fear or any reservations you may have about that area. Always use a condom if you are unsure of your man's cleanliness at that particular time. \n\nI also like the asses that I lick to be hairless. Most of the time, this isn't much of a problem but occasionally you will have to work your way through a bush the first time you rim a guy. After that first time, you can encourage him to shave. He will be more than glad to smooth it up for you because not only will he want you to do it again, it will be more pleasurable because of the added sensitivity. A really good time to lick your guy's anus is in the shower or bathtub. You not only know that it is clean, you can even shave it for him. My first experience with rimming a man was when I was young and an older gentleman that lived up the street would have me come over during the summer while his wife was at work. I would rim him and learned what he liked while he was in the shower. He taught me a lot. \n\nI like to start a rimjob with a little foreplay to get the guy warmed up. First use your hands. Knead the ass cheeks like you would dough. If he has a muscular ass, you obviously will have to put more effort in but it is well worth it. Massage and squeeze them together. Tap or smack the cheeks depending on the guy's preference. He may even like to be spanked. Be sure you vary all your hand techniques to heighten his sexual anticipation. \n\nThe next preparatory technique is I kiss my lover's ass all around, nice and slow, while occasionally inserting my tongue just inside the crack in mostly a teasing manner. Making smacking sounds with slow kisses so he can get an added audible stimulation is always a good thing. Lots of licking will also get him sexually charged because he feels that sensitivity on his skin. I start at the top of the crack and just lick down through the butt cheeks without getting too deep. This technique will drive him crazy and make him excited and anxious for your tongue on his hole. I also start on one cheek with my kissing and then lick sideways across the crack and start kissing the other cheek. Keep your licking and kissing soft and sensual. Now that the man is about begging for his rimjob, it is time to go to work. \n\nTry to keep your licking and kissing dry unless you are preparing your man for anal sex. If that is the case then you want to produce excessive saliva so it can be used as part of the lubrication. Another benefit of extra saliva is that initially, it produces a slight warming sensation before switching over to a cooler feeling when the air hits it and you can accelerate that cool air feeling by blowing against it. If your man is jacking off, this is a good accelerator to his orgasm. \n\nPositions \n\nI am going to discuss some good positions that will give your mouth the best access to your guy's asshole. I will repeat, that if you have an idea of why you're rimming him, this will also help you decide on his position. His position is also important for your comfort as well, especially if you are going to do it for an extended period of time. The key to a great time extended rimjob is that both men are physically comfortable throughout the session. \n\nDepending on his spread or the thickness of his ass will determine if you need to manually spread his cheeks. If you do not need to spread them, then place your hands on the front of his thighs for leverage or open your hands and place directly on the cheeks so that you can go back and use your hand techniques I discussed in the preparation section. You can also use your hands on his cock by giving him a reach under jerk. If you need to spread his ass cheeks apart, you can use your four fingers on each cheek like your peeking into a window or place your entire hand on each cheek and use your thumbs to pull them apart. I use this technique most of the time. I've also had the man pull them apart himself but this can get tiring for him because his face is now on the bed. Whether you need to pull them apart or not, it's time to get his rimjob started. Here are some great positions. \n\nThe first and most common position that I am going to discuss is to have your man get on his hands and knees. I prefer my lover to be on a bed or soft surface. Have him put his hands somewhat close to his knees which will draw his ass upward and give you a better angle. You should also have him spread his knees in that positon but it isn't necessary. The best position for you is to sit down right behind him. If you are much taller than him, put some pillows under his knees to raise him up. That is much better than if you stoop down because your own comfort will help you maintain your enthusiasm. This position has other benefits as well. He is able to jack off if he desires while you are performing and you can take your time and you have great access to lick his taint and ball areas. \n\nThe next position is with him lying on his back with his legs up. You can basically divide that position two ways. He can lie completely on his back with his ass hanging over the edge of a bed or a piece of furniture. If he cannot hang his ass over the edge, then use a pillow or two under it so it will prop his ass up to the proper angle for better access. The benefit to this position is his cheeks spread apart naturally and you will have to do little work to manually hold them open. Because you don't have to use your hands to spread them, it can free them up to jerk him off while you go down like I previously mentioned. \n\nThe second similar position is with your man starting in a sitting position on a chair or any furniture with a back rest. Have your man slouch down and lay back with his knees up. This is a great position because while you are rimming the hole, your nose is very close to his balls and that musky smell from a man's balls are a great aphrodisiac for you the giver. You can also take breaks from the asshole and suck or lick on those balls or dick so when your tongue returns to that puckered bud, each time an added sensation ensues. Another bonus is he can watch you work and that visual stimulation is great for him. \n\nObviously this is the most recommended position if you're giving a true rimjob to completion or you're going to clean him up. No matter which of us is jacking him off, his cum will land on all over his stomach, pubic area, and shaft. This gives you the best access to clean it all up with your mouth or even if you are only going to wipe it up, this position is the least messy. \n\nThe next position is him lying flat on his stomach. This is the best position if you are going to give a long rimjob because of the comfort for both of you. I also lay on my stomach between his legs with my face buried in his ass. You can take your time and really work it over. The drawbacks to this position is you have no access to his cock or balls and it is more difficult to get to his hole. You have to press your face and spread his cheeks apart with more force. He will be very relaxed almost to the point of receiving a massage. \n\nWhen I was in college, I hooked up with the large black football player and a tall basketball player and they both loved when I rimmed them. Sometimes they even (especially Dante who was the basketball player) preferred this to me sucking on their huge black dick. One time Dante laid on his stomach with his legs spread and I ate his ass for like 45 minutes. My tongue was sore for two days. \n\nThe next position is with him on his side and his legs spread like scissors. That means his under leg remains straight while he brings his top leg way up by placing his knee by his chest. He needs to slightly lean so that his stomach points downward. This is a great position to rim him with your body positioned the opposite direction of his and it is one of the top positions that give you great access to his nuts. \n\nThe next position is with him standing and putting his hands on a table or wall like you are either getting frisked by the police or a doctor is about to give you a prostate exam. Obviously, the more he bends over, the easier the access. You as the rimjob giver, will be on your knees. I advise getting something like a pillow for knee comfort if the floor is really hard. I use this position on the bed. I have my man, stand on the bed, lean over and put his hands on the head rest. The only problem is it is difficult if the guy is really tall like the 6 foot 10 guy I mentioned earlier. This is also a great position for a reach under jerk off while you munch his ass. In this position, he can take the back of your head and hold it down, pushing your face and tongue deeper in his butt. If your guy likes taking control, I suggest this position but be sure you have a safe sign so he doesn't hold you too much and suffocate you. \n\nThe next position is with him sitting on your face and riding your tongue like it's a cock. I suggest you have him on his knees and you underneath him. In this position, you can use your hands more freely to spread his cheeks and guide him so that he doesn't smash your face. This is another position you need a safe sign so he doesn't suffocate you. In my experience, I have had men get so worked up, especially when they cum, they want to sit completely down on my face so you have to be prepared for this. This is probably the best position for him to get himself off in. He can jerk off all over you the giver and he can control the depth of your tongue in his hole. It is a win/win situation. \n\nTechniques \n\nWhen I discuss techniques, I am referring to the way you can use your tongue or mouth. His pleasure will completely depend on your skills and your ability to use them in such a way on his ass. All guys are different and he will let you know what he likes best by either expressing it verbally or giving you physical cues. Your job is to pay attention to them. \n\nThe first technique I call \"the wiggle.\" I place my tongue on the asshole very lightly and wiggle it up and down or side to side very quickly. By placing the tongue very lightly on the hole but using speed with the movement is very pleasuring for the man because you are really stimulating those nerve endings on the surface of the anus. Be sure you use a combination of both or make the cross sign so you don't get stuck doing the same pattern for very long. \n\nThe second technique I call \"the swirl.\" I place my tongue on the hole and swirl it around in a circle. You can start the circle real small and then slightly go bigger like a tornado or you can do that in reverse by starting the swirl big and get smaller like water going down a drain. I like to end each swirl with a warm kiss directly on the hole or inserting my tongue for a moment but I will discuss that later. Some assholes have little ridges and some are very smooth and you as the rim giver can really feel the difference with this technique. \n\nThe third technique I call \"the flick.\" I place my tongue somewhere on the butthole and flick it quickly upward. This technique will get the man squirming every time you hit that sensitive spot. You can use a series of slow rougher flicks or quicker softer flicks. He will love either one. At times, it is almost as though you are rolling your tongue. \n\nThe fourth technique is \"lapping\" with your tongue instead of using the tip. So far, all my licking techniques have been movements with the end of the tongue. The lapping technique is when you use the top flat part of your tongue like a dog laps up water or a cat cleans themselves. You can do this on his ass cheeks, the crack, the inside of the cheeks, or on the asshole itself. It gives your man a different feel with warmth and texture. It also cover more area at one time so you can lick his entire asshole, including the rim and bud simultaneously. I guarantee he will love it and cum harder. \n\nThe fifth technique I call the \"CPR\" technique. I actually open my mouth and place my lips completely around the anus like I'm giving it mouth to mouth resuscitation. I seal my lips all the way around it and suck before using my tongue once again. If you give a popping sound when you release your mouth, your lover is more audibly stimulated because it sounds like you are eating his asshole. Any sense of his you can enhance is more erotic. \n\nThe last technique I like to use is called \"the dart.\" This is where you use your tongue to dart or penetrate inside the asshole like your fucking it. In my mind, I am fucking the hole with my tongue. If you ask any guy who has had the pleasure of one of my rimjobs, they will tell you this is my signature closing technique. I like to end the rimjob with this technique especially if the guy is going to cum while I rim him. If he is jacking himself off or I'm doing it for him and I hear the cue, \"I'm goin to cum\" I like to stick my tongue as far in his butthole as I can get it and leave it there until the point where he blows his wad. The warm spongy feeling of your tongue provides an added stimulation just inside the nerve endings located inside the anus to enhance the power of his orgasm. I try to at least penetrate the hole a couple of inches. You can actually feel his sphincter twitch around your tongue with each ejaculation. \n\nI swear once when I was rimming this guy while he lay on his back, I stuck my tongue in him and he shot at least three times over his own head and it landed on the wall and headboard of the bed. He said he had never cum that hard in his life. This is a common occurrence during a true rimjob. \n\nObviously you will use these techniques in a series or a combination of them. Hopefully these techniques can help you eat your man's ass like a pro so that he and you can enjoy the sexual thrill together. If you can give him a great rimjob, I guarantee at the very minimum, he will be hard as a rock. As long as he is clean and you are enthusiastic, rimming can be a very exciting part of your sex life."
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"value": "### Title: Rory At School by Panthera\n\n### Tags: Cub, No-Yiff, Other/Herm, Spanking\n\n**Characters**\n\n- **Rory**: A young anthro tiger cub and the protagonist of the story. He is generally well-behaved and performs well academically, but finds himself in trouble after accidentally breaking a school window.\n\n- **Ms. McVeer**: A strong yet lithe anthro lioness who serves as Rory's teacher. She is stern and expects her students to study and behave, but she is also fair and calm in her demeanor.\n\n- **Veronica**: A young anthro wolf cub who is punished by Ms. McVeer for failing a math quiz. She is playful but struggles with her studies.\n\n- **Mr. White**: A large, strong-looking anthro Siberian tiger who is the principal of the school. He is firm but fair, disciplining Rory for his accident but acknowledging that it was not intentional.\n\n- **Rory's Mother and Father**: Anthro tigers who love their son dearly. They discipline Rory for his actions but also show him love and support.\n\n**Plot**\n\nRory, a young tiger cub, has a relatively quiet day at school until his classmate, Veronica, is publicly disciplined for failing a math quiz. Later, during recess, Rory accidentally kicks a ball through the school window, leading to a private disciplinary session with the principal, Mr. White. Despite the pain and embarrassment, Rory understands that his actions have consequences. Upon returning home, Rory's parents also discipline him but reassure him of their love. Throughout the day, Rory learns that actions have consequences, even when they are accidents, and that discipline can be an expression of love and care. The day ends with Rory falling asleep."
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"value": "Rory At School By : Panthera\n\nThis story is not to be reproduced, copied, or otherwise published anywhere, in any way shape or form, without the express permission of the author.\n\nThe day so far had been a quiet one for Rory. He'd done his English work, even managing to stay fairly quiet while sitting through the section about diagramming sentences. Then he'd had a math quiz, which he did very well on. He was glad he did well too, since his teacher that day, a strong, yet lithe lioness named Ms. McVeer, had punished any cub who failed the quiz. There had been only one such unfortunate cub. A young wolf cub, named Veronica, had only gotten a 50% on the quiz, and since that was a whole fifteen points below the absolute failing mark, she was going to get a good fifteen swats in front of the class, with the paddle. Rory smiled a little as he looked at the eighty-nine he had scored on the test. Sniffling already, just from fear of what she knew was going to come, Veronica padded to the front slowly. Ms. McVeer stood there calmly, watching her approach, holding the wooden paddle with both paws. She looked up at the teacher when she finally got there, almost in tears already. The teacher chose to speak first though. \"Veronica ... do you know why you're up here?\" Her voice was calm, but strong. Veronica, on the other paw, could scarcely keep her lower jaw from trembling. \"Uhhhm ... was it 'cuz of my math quiz Ms. McVeer?\" \"That's right Veronica. Did you know this quiz was today?\" She nodded her head meekly. \"I see. And did you study for this quiz Veronica?\" Rory felt like grinning, but he knew better, so he kept his muzzle calm. He hadn't done much studying either, but he understood the material well. Veronica, in the meantime, was looking down at the floor, her head shaking slowly from side to side. \"And why not?\" the teacher's voice was still calm. The wolfette pup looked up slowly at her. \"Be .. because I was playing last night. This math's boring anyway.\" Ms. McVeer watched her for a moment. \"Well, it can seem that way, and I'm sure running around playing is more fun than studying...\" Veronica began to smile a little. \"... but I did assign this studying for a reason.\" The lioness continued to say, \"And decimals may seem a bit hard now, but they are something you learn every day once you're grown up. You need to learn them Veronica, fun or not.\" The wolfette's smile had faded again. The lioness continued. \"So Veronica ... tell me what happens now.\" The whole class knew, but they watched on intently, most of them grinning a little as well. Veronica sniffled again. \"I gets paddled.\" The teacher nodded, her face and voice calm. \"Go on.\" \"With my sweatpants and panties down.\" Another nod. \"In front of the whole class.\" \"That's right. Now Veronica, if you do this yourself, I won't call your parents at home tonight. If you make me undress you, I will. Now drop them.\" Veronica fidgeted in place, beginning to whimper a bit. Ms. McVeer frowned, setting the paddle on the chair in the front of the class. \"Fine then. I think your parents will have some to say to you tonight then Veronica.\" Without another word, she leaned down and grabbed onto the wolfette. Veronica stayed in place. The lioness lowered her light gray sweatpants down to the floor, followed by her white panties. Rory watched with glee, squirming slightly in his seat. The wolfette kept her legs together, so the class couldn't see what was there. Ms. McVeer even had to bend Veronica over the back of the chair, her paws by the ground and her rear in perfect view of the class. \"Grab onto the legs.\" She said, her voice much sterner now. Veronica did so, whimpering a bit more. \"Now then class, let this be a lesson to all of you. When I assign something to be studied, I expect you to study it.\" Everyone gave a slow nod, their eyes intent on the scene before them. The lioness stood up again, with the paddle, and without speaking another word, she swang, hard. The smack! had hardly struck her rear when she starts crying. The teacher continued on, only taking a couple more swats to make the wolfette's backside glow a bright, deep red under her fur there. It seemed clear to everyone that Ms. McVeer had some experience in this. Each swat landed in a different spot, leaving a bright glow under it, and a fresh yelp or new round of sobbing tears from Veronica as they hit. By the time she reached a count of ten swats, Veronica was bawling, almost screaming form the pain and shame of it all. The teacher stood up, watching the pup's rear, and watching her squirm and cry. \"Now does everyone remember why I have to do this?\" No one needed a more memorable reminder to study than this. \"Good. And how do you feel Veronica?\" All the wolfette could do was sob there, weeping and whimpering, her tail hung limply to the side, out of the way. The lioness got a small smile to her muzzle, \"Then let's finish this Veronica.\" The last five swats landed hard, coming in quick succession. One after the other they landed on her, the lioness swinging her arm as fast as she could with the paddle. When she finally finished, Veronica screamed out loudly, making Rory pull his ears back from the sound. Ms. McVeer let her stay there crying for another minute, then spoke. \"Get up Veronica.\" She slowly got to her paws, trembling and still crying openly. She turned her reddened eyes up to the lioness. \"Your parents will be notified Veronica. But for now, get dressed and go sit down again. If I have to do this again anytime this week, Principal White will get your rear after I'm done. Am I perfectly understood?\" Veronica only nodded, and cried. She winced pulling her panties back up, then yipped as her sweatpants slid warmly over her rear. She shuffled back to her seat, whimpering as she sat down. Aside from her soft sobs, she did stay quiet the rest of the day. After all that, it had been time for lunch. Rory didn't really care for the mixed vegetables, or the chicken fingers, but since he hadn't brought a lunch from home that day, he made due with the school's lunch. It was after that at recess that his troubles began. He was playing kickball with some of the other cubs, and everyone was having a good time. Even Veronica was playing, though no one could help but to notice she was running a little differently than usual around the bases. Rory was up at the plate, getting ready to kick the next ball with all his might. He watched the ball come rolling towards him, smiled when he saw it was exactly in the right spot for him, and gave it the best kick he had in his young little leg. With a loud 'boing' the ball went off, way over the heads of everyone who was out trying to catch it. Rory gave out a happy mrewl! And started clearing the bases. He noticed as he cleared second base, that everyone was watching where the ball was going, and not him. He kept running though, and just as he crossed home plate, he heard a loud CRASH! from the direction of the school. Rory gulped and looked over. He saw a big hole in a window, then saw Mr. White stand up and look out through the hole. Rory frowned, mrewling softly with fear. A second later Ms. McVeer was grabbing onto his paw \"Come with me.\" Rory had no choice but to follow her as she walked away quickly, leading him into the schoolhouse. A few moments later, he was in the principal's office, while the custodian was sweeping up the glass from the principal's waiting room. Rory was alone with Mr. White, the large, very strong-looking Siberian tiger. He glanced down at the small orange and black cub, frowning a bit. \"Rory ... \" he sighed, \" ... I know you didn't do this on purpose. But this does still count as damaging school property. And you are to be punished for this.\" Rory stayed standing, though to him, it felt like his heart had just dropped through the floor. \"We are going to call your parents and explain everything. They will have to pay for this window.\" Rory mrewled softly. \"But ... you are at least lucky in one way.\" Rory really had a hard time believing him, but he said nothing. \"If I thought you'd done this on purpose, I would be using the paddle on you cub, and then suspending you for three days. Since I saw that you didn't aim at the window though, I think I'll just use my paw.\" Rory watched him move over and close the door, at least giving Rory more privacy than Veronica had earlier. Mr. White sat down in his chair, that Rory now noticed didn't have any arms on it. He patted his lap, \"I'm sure you know what to do by now cub.\" Rory frowned, but he certainly did know what he was expected to do. He slid down his jeans, then his undies as well and stepped out of them. Now nude from the hips down, he climbed up and onto Mr. White's lap, laying down on his front. He also moved his tail out of the way. The larger white tiger only nodded, \"Good enough. I'll try to make it so you can still sit down after this is over.\" Rory was afraid his parents weren't going to be so lenient. A moment later, he felt the first smack of the paw, whimpering as it struck his behind. Then the paw landed again, and again, and yet again, and once more, every time somehow managing to feel stronger and harder than all the ones before it. Rory whined and kicked his paws, tears pouring down his orange-furred cheeks. Mr. White aimed most of his swats on Rory's cheeks themselves, only one or two smacks landing close to his thighs, where he'd be sitting on it for the rest of the day. Rory was crying good, kicking still and wriggling about in pain, but Mr. White continued on a bit longer. When he finally did stop, he slid his paw under Rory's chin and turned his head so they were eye-to-eye. Rory could only stare into the deep blue eyes of his principal, while he in turn watched the cub's green eyes cry for a moment. \"I can't do anything about what your parents might punish you with tonight Rory. I want you to know, if I could, I would, and I mean that deeply.\" Rory gave as much of a nod as he could, and waited until he was told to get up. He stood shakily and got dressed again, frowning. He was led back to his classroom just as everyone else was returning from recess. It was fairly obvious what had happened, but no one said anything to him about it. The rest of the day was quiet for everyone, except for Rory's visions of dread. The final bell rang much too soon for Rory's like, and he began his slow walk home, being in no real hurry to get there. He finally got home, and padded in quietly. He was almost to the kitchen when he finally heard his mother's voice calling him. \"Rory!\" He turned to look at her, a bit surprised that her face wasn't really angry, just worried. She came over to him and knelt down by him. \"You ok son?\" He leaped up against her chest and hugged her around her neck tightly. \"I s'pose I's okay mommy.\" She smiled and kissed his muzzle tenderly. \"I heard about what happened son.\" Rory leaned against her chest, nodding a bit. \"I'm sorry mommy.\" He felt her sliding his jeans down in the back. \"I know son. But you know we are still a bit upset, even if this was just an accident.\" Rory squirmed a bit closer to her as his undies came down, \"I know.\" She gave him a few firm swats of her paw, enough to get him sniffling. \"Now son ... go wait in your room. Your father wants to speak with you alone when he gets home.\" Rory frowned, but nodded and hobbled into his room. He had been expecting this anyway. Once there, he slid the jeans and underwear completely off of him, then took off his shirt and laid down on his front on the bed. Much sooner than he would have liked, he heard the car pulling up in the driveway. A moment later, he heard his parents both talking softly in the kitchen. A few minutes later, the voices quieted, and he heard a knock on his door. \"Rory?\" Rory knew his father's voice instantly. \"Yes daddy?\" He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. \"Can we talk a bit son?\" Rory squirmed over to one side of the bed, giving his father room to sit down. His father took a deep breath. \"Rory, we know you didn't mean to break that window today. But we do still have to pay for it.\" Rory nodded just a little, not speaking. \"So son ... if we're going to have to pay with money, we think your rear should have to pay as well.\" Rory frowned, watching him unbuckle and pull off his belt. He patted his leg, \"C'mere son.\" Rory sighed and crawled over, laying down over his father's muscular lap, his head by the bed, his paws grabbing the sheets tightly. His father folded the belt in two, holding it in one paw. He landed the belt once across his son's rear. Rory jumped against the lap, kicking his footsies. His father held him down with his free paw, and continued. Rory whined, mrelwing! out a scream with each lash of the belt. He whined and kicked his feet, but could only cry as he got belted, his father's strong paw holding him down like a vice. After eight or nine smacks of the black leather belt, Rory's rear was glowing a bright red, with one or two tiny welts beneath his fur. His father brought the belt down harder than before one last time, this time smacking right across where his rump connects to his thighs. Rory gave out another loud scream, then laid there, mrewling and weeping softly. His father held him there, rubbing his back softly, waiting a bit until Rory was more or less calmed down. \"Son?\" Rory sniffled \"Yeah daddy?\" \"For the rest of the night, until you go to bed, you're staying undressed, ok?\" Rory frowned a bit. The wooden kitchen chairs would be a real pain, but he suspected that was the idea. \"Well, ok daddy.\" His father smiled, \"There's my good cub.\" he leaned down to kiss his son's cheek gently, then lifted him up, hugging him tightly. Rory purred, only wincing a little bit as he was carried out to dinner. Rory had a painful evening that night, but when he finally did fall asleep, he fell asleep feeling very loved.\n\nTHE END"
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"value": "### Title: Morning Wood by Jag\n\n### Tags: Anal, Bathing, Cock Vore, Cum Digestion, Death, Feline, M/M, Oral, Otter\n\n### Characters\n\n**Vaper**: Vaper is an anthro otter and the protagonist of the story. He is described as having slick brown and cream-colored fur, a large brown tail, and a fondness for his own scent after working at a restaurant. Vaper is in a long-distance relationship with Kicer, an anthro cat, and is excited about their upcoming meeting. He is portrayed as a playful and affectionate character, deeply in love with Kicer.\n\n**Kicer**: Kicer is an anthro cat and Vaper's boyfriend. He is described as having gray fur, a cute tail, and a sexy rump. Kicer is equally excited about meeting Vaper and spending time with him. He is portrayed as playful, affectionate, and sexually adventurous, eager to explore new experiences with Vaper.\n\n### Plot\n\nVaper, an anthro otter, is excited about his upcoming weekend with his boyfriend Kicer, an anthro cat. He deals with a peculiar bodily function that causes him some concern, but his excitement overshadows his worries. After a long day at work, Vaper returns home to prepare for Kicer's arrival. The next day, Vaper picks up Kicer from the airport, and the two express their affection for each other openly. They spend the day shopping, dining, and watching a movie before returning to Vaper's apartment for a night of intimacy.\n\nDuring their intimate encounter, Vaper and Kicer explore their desires, culminating in a unique and transformative experience for Kicer. The story concludes with Vaper waking up to find Kicer gone, leading to a mysterious and unsettling realization about their encounter."
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"value": "Morning Wood By Jag Contains M/M yiff and cock vore Vaper and Kicer (c) Jag\n\nVaper stood with his arm raised in the air, gripping the steel bar in his paw of the bus as he rode in the cities bus, having to stand since it was overcrowded, much like it was everyday when he got out of work. His slick brown and cream color fur smelled like food and grease, something he liked for the first few days when working at the restaurant. Now it the smell just hung on his clothes and fur for the rest of the day once he got out of work, which made him want a shower everyday when he got home, which was starting to work up that part of his apartment bill. His large brown tail hung through the back of his blue jeans, the tip almost reaching the floor of the bus. His nose twitched some as the bust stopped to let more people on. He sighed to himself and used his free paw to stroke his muzzle, his whiskers pushing back some as he did so. Looking at his reflection in the bus window as he stood he admired his form, always loving being an otter, a cute one at that from what everyone else had told him.\n\nToday was just like any other, routine. Waking up and trying to get over his little problem before taking a shower and running a couple errands, then to work for nine hours. Vaper was happy though, tomorrow would be different. Instead of the usual Friday, he got time off of work and would get to go to the airport and pick up his boyfriend. It was going to be the first time the two of them could meet and actually be alone in his apartment for the entire weekend. It was going to be so much fun for the two of them, he just hoped that one little bodily function that had been acting up recently wouldn't make itself known.\n\nHe almost stumbled and fell when the bus pulled up to his own stop, not realizing where he was as his thoughts were tracing back to his boyfriends body. His cute gray fur, his button nose, cute tail, his sexy rump. Overall he was such a good looking kitty. Vaper smiled to himself as he got off the bus, watching it pull away. It was already starting to get dark, having wasted most of the day cooking for people. Vaper checked left and then right before quickly walking across the street, rummaging through his pocket until he found his key. Pulling open the apartment building door, he walked quickly up two flights of stairs before reaching his door. Unlocking it with his key he pushed the door open and walked inside, setting his keys on the center counter before heading over to the bathroom. He slid the glass shower door open and started to work off his shirt, pulling off the white collared shirt that he had put on for work. He tossed it into the hamper, sinking the shot and making a little swishing noise as he did so. He looked back at himself in the mirror again, his cream color fur along his belly and chest, moving up to his neck. He brushed his chest a few times, getting a few little pieces of fuzz from his shirt. Vaper rested his paw on the sink, leaning down some and cracking his back. He murred some as a little bit of tension was removed from his body. He yawned some, covering his muzzle with a paw and shaking his head. He didn't know why he was so tired these past few nights. It was still early and he felt like going to bed already. He slowly took his pants off, working them to his knees before they fell to his feet. Vaper carefully stepped out of them, stretching his arms in the air as he moved to the shower, sticking his paw in and cranking the water on. The water began to fall in the shower, cold at first before starting to warm up. Vaper took another look at himself in the mirror once more, brushing a paw down his hips and sheath and smiling to himself, giving a little hump in the air and picturing his boyfriend in front of him. He murred some to himself as he got into the shower, sliding the glass door closed and letting the hot water run off his slick fur.\n\nVaper did what he normally did, stood under the water and moved around just enough to let the water soak into his fur, loving the feeling of the water running over him. Fifteen minutes went by before he even picked up the bottle of soap and squirted some into his paw, running it over his fur and soaping himself up. Soon enough his body was full of suds, but those were quickly washed away with the water as it continued to rain down over his body. He closed his eyes some and rested his back on the glass door, almost falling asleep in the shower before a light ringing got his attention. He shook his head and turned the shower off, sliding the door open and listening to the second ring. He looked down at his pants and stumbled over to them, almost slipping on the floor as he rummaged through the front pocket and pulling out his cellphone on the third ring. Vaper took a look at the name of who was calling him, feeling his energy kick up when he saw the name Kicer. He flipped the phone open and brung it to his ear.\n\n\"Hey love!\"\n\n\"Hey! Just making sure your going to remember to pick me up tomorrow afternoon.\"\n\n\"Of course I'll remember. Why would I leave my cute kitty all alone at the airport? For some other otter to get his paws on you, I think not!\"\n\n\"I believe you Vaper.\"\n\n\"Oh yeah, plus my old roommate moved out since the last time you were here, so the apartment is all ours!\"\n\n\"Oh that's good to know! Means we can be naughty whenever we want, hehe.\"\n\n\"Yup! I'll be sure to give kitty everything he wants.\"\n\n\"Okay hon, I gotta finish packing and get to the airport on time. See you tomorrow. Love ya lots!\"\n\n\"Love you too Kitty Cat.\"\n\nWith that the two hung up their phones and Vaper sat on the floor, a growing puddle of water building up underneath him. He smiled to himself and shuddered, imagining his kitty all the way over here and in his arms. Kicer's soft fur up against his and the whole weekend ahead of them to spend in each other arms. So much he wanted to do to his kitty, but that would all have to wait until tomorrow and the days that would follow. His body gave a little shake again and his sheath swelled up some, causing Vaper to look down at the pink cocktip trying to poke itself up and out. He pushed a finger on it and pushed it back into the sheath.\n\n\"Not right now you. Kitty doesn't come till tomorrow. And stop getting bigger in the morning. I've heard of bad morning wood before, but your getting ridiculous.\"\n\nThe sheath started to settle back down as Vaper got up from his seat, grabbing the towel hanging up on the rack and dropping it on the ground, cleaning up all the water on the ground before picking it up and starting to pat his fur down. As soon as he was dry he moved out of the bathroom, grabbing his cell and shutting the light off behind him. Vaper went back into the kitchen and grabbed a pack of pizza rolls and unwrapped them, sticking them on a plate and then putting it into the microwave. After two minutes the microwave beeped and he took the plate out, walking to his bedroom and climbing into it. Vaper covered himself up with the light blue sheets and turned on the television. Flipping through the channels he stopped on Tech TV to catch an episode of X-Play. He popped one of the rolls into his mouth and chewed it up before swallowing, giving a murr at the taste. After a few minutes he finished the snack and sunk his head into the soft pillows, closing his eyes as he listened to the review of Age of Empires III, quickly falling to sleep.\n\nWith not having to wake up early to get things done and go to work, Vaper's alarm didn't go off at the usual time of eight in the morning. Instead he had set the clock for about half past eleven, which was slowly starting to approach. Vaper rolled over in bed, hugging the sheets close to his chest and murring loudly, giving a slight hump in his sleep. He murred happily, giving a few low moans and humping a few more times. He was dreaming deeply about his kitty, wrapping his arms tightly around a pillow and giving a hump into it, his cock sliding out of his sheath and pressing against the soft pillowcase fabric. He moaned again and his cock continued to slide out, bulging out some and doubling its normal size, causing Vaper to groan as his cock gave a throb. The alarm suddenly went off, snapping him out of his deep dream. Vaper's hand shot out from the bed and hit the alarm, stopping the song \"Nth Degree\" right in the middle of a verse. He sat up and moaned a few times to himself before sliding out of bed, sitting on the edge of it and looking at his throbbing cock. He sighed to himself and looked at the pink member as the cumslit opened a few times, spurting some pre onto the floor. He shook his head and sighed again, giving it a light rub and murring loudly before stopping.\n\n\"Oh man, morning wood has never been this bad. Why is it only in the morning my cock gets this big?!\"\n\nHe ran his paw over his ottercock once more, his body giving a shudder as he got up and trudged over to the bathroom, starting the shower and making sure it was cold before he stepped into it. He quickly became wide awake, his cock giving another shudder before starting to retreat into the sheath of the otter, shrinking some and slipping all the way back inside, the cumslit spurting a little more pre as it withdrew back into the sheath. Vaper turned the water temperature up and he murred some to himself as things started to heat up. He looked back down at his crotch and gave his sheath a rub and light slap.\n\n\"No acting like that when Kicer is around. I don't want to have to go to the doctor because he knows about this little problem. Just don't get bigger then normal for the next few days.\"\n\nHe gave his sheath another rub, as if thinking to himself that his mind could control what his cock did in the morning. He shut off the water after a couple of minutes, grabbing the towel from last night and drying himself off before throwing it back to the ground. He walked back to his room, completely nude and looking through his closet for something to wear. Pulling out a pair of shorts and a green T-shirt he puts them on and looks at the clock, just enough time.\n\nVaper walked a couple blocks to the parking lot where he kept his car at. Since his apartment complex didn't have lots around back and one couldn't park on the side of the street, everyone got to park in this large lot when there was room. Three stories high and since Vaper didn't use his car that much it mostly stayed parked in one spot until he wanted to get groceries or go out shopping. What was better was two weeks earlier he had gotten choice parking right on the first floor when he came home from getting a few things at the store. If there was one thing he didn't like, it was taking stairs while holding bags. Just a dangerous process for him since he seemed to lose all sense of balance when holding onto something. As he walked into that lot he grabbed his keys from his pocket, pointing and clicking the unlock button at his 2001 Geo Metro. He bought it cheap a few years back and it was a nice small car for him to drive around. Getting in Vaper tossed a few pieces of garbage into the back so it would be nice and clean for when his kitty got in. Looking at the clock is was just a little past one. About half an hour to get to the airport and meet Kicer.\n\nIt was good that there wasn't much traffic out on the road going to the airport, which was a surprise figuring it was Friday afternoon. Vaper arrived at the airport with plenty of time to just wait around, paying two bucks to park his car in a lot for an hour. He hurried himself to the entrance of the airport, even though he knew he didn't need to. He was just excited and wanted to get in there in hopes that the plane had come early. Vaper had to get to Gate Five to wait for his kitty and since it was a small airport it wouldn't take him that long to get there. He took a look at the nearest flight check, running down the list and stopping at Kicer's flight, seeing it read as On Time. Vaper smiled adn took off walking toward the gate, stopping at each window to look at the planes as they took off. Getting to his waiting area he checked out the window and saw the plane already pulled in and people starting to unload bags. He leaned up against the window and murred happily to himself as he waited for a few moments. Soon enough the doors opened though and the passengers started to unload from the plane. Vaper got on his tiptoes and looked at the top of everyone's head getting out, trying to spot Kicer.\n\nVaper's eyes searched about for one thing to give away his kitty's position. He then spotted just what he wanted, a pair of gray ears perked up on the top of a gray spiking headfur. The ears gave a few little twitches and Vaper smiled, knowing that was his target. Waiting for a few other passengers to clear out of the way, Vaper reached an arm forward and pulled Kicer out of the crowd, causing him to stumble forward and look at who had pulled him. Otter eyes met with kitty eyes and the two ran forward, Kicer dropping the bag on his shoulder as they hugged tightly. The two squeezed as hard as they could, both of them taking deep breaths of one another's scent, murring to themselves in the process. With Vaper being just about six feet and Kicer being just around five foot eight, Vaper could easily nuzzle the top of Kicer's head, giving one of his ears a couple licks as they held the hug for a bit longer. Both had a visible bulge in their pants, which rubbed against each other for a few moments before they broke the hug, Vaper giving Kicer's nose a little lick.\n\n\"Heya Kitty!\"\n\n\"Hiya Otter!\"\n\nThe two kiss quickly before nuzzling the side of each other's face, both murring happily before pulling away from one another. Kicer ran back to his back and picked it up, putting it back on his shoulder as Vaper wrapped an arm around his neck, leading him out of the waiting area and towards the front of the airport, wanting to get him back to the car. Kicer purred very lightly as they walked side by side, leaning his head against Vaper's arm and then looking up a bit to grin at him as they exited the airport, moving quickly towards the parking lot.\n\nThey reached the car faster then Vaper expected, Kicer opening the side door and tossing his back into the back seat before getting into the passenger's seat. As Vaper started to get in, Kicer slid his paw on his seat and once Vaper sat down he murred at feeling the paw under him, giving a lower murr and smiling at Kicer as he felt a nice squeeze. The two leaned closer to each other, parting their mouths before they met, exchanging a deep kiss with one another, breaking it off quickly and going for another. That two lasted all but a few seconds before went for a third one, this time holding it for longer, their tongues pushing against one another's before moving past and exploring the other's cheek and teeth before coming back to one another. The tongues wrestled and they swapped more saliva with one another before breaking the kiss, a trail of saliva being left between them. Kicer licked his lips before pulling his hand out from under Vaper, causing him to grin back at the kitty. Vaper raised a paw and slowly scritched underneath Kicer's chin, causing him to lift up a bit and purr a bit louder. The two kissed quickly once more before putting on their seatbelts and Vaper started the car, pulling out of the lot and back onto the road.\n\n\"So how was your trip kitty?\"\n\n\"Long and hard, much like myself at the moment.\"\n\n\"Wow! I didn't even take the trip and I feel like that too!\"\n\nBoth grinned at another another before starting to laugh loudly for a full minute, slowly calming themselves down.\n\n\"But the flight was really nice. Everything went well.\"\n\n\"Well that's good to know. Wouldn't want my kitty feeling bad when he got here.\"\n\n\"So what's our to do list for the rest of today? Going to your place for mad kinky sex before dinner and then more kittytter fun?\"\n\n\"Not that I'd complain about that plan, but tonight I wanted you to be more then just a sex kitty...\"\n\n\"Awww...but I love being a sex kitty...\"\n\nKicer fakes pouting for a few seconds before giggling to himself, Vaper turning to him with a wide grin on his face.\n\n\"There will be plenty of time to be a sex kitty during the rest of your weekend.\"\n\n\"Okay! So what're the plans hon?\"\n\n\"Decided that on your first night here I wanted to do something special. So I'm taking my kitty out shopping so I can buy him a few things before taking him to dinner adn then a movie, then back home for fun.\"\n\n\"That sounds really fun! Almost as fun as ottercock inside kittybutt!\"\n\nVaper and Kicer drove about half an hour to the mall right from the airport, starting up talk about how each of them had been since their first meeting after a year and a half. While they mostly knew what the other was doing through messengers and phone calls they did like to keep some things private and then talk about them in person. It was the same routine for Vaper who brought up how it was alright working at his place. Kicer brought up that he was having family problems as well as work related problems back home, but that wasn't going to get him down at all. As they pulled into the mall parking lot, Kicer leaned forward some to toy with the fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview mirror, causing Vaper to smile and chuckle some as he stopped the car and cut the engine. Vaper leaned forward and planted a kiss right on Kicer's nose, getting him to grin and then push forward as he unbuckled his seatbelt and quickly kiss Vaper on the lips, giving his nose a quick lick before getting out of the car. Kicer ran around to the driver's side door as Vaper got out and upon reaching him, pushed a paw up under his shirt and rubbed his belly a few times, giving a firm squeeze to make the otter murr softly. Kissing Kicer on the forehead Vaper stuck his paw down the back of Kicer's pants and walked next to him toward the mall, Kicer wedging his own paw into the back of Vaper's pants in the process.\n\nThe two spent no more then an hour scouting the entire mall. They stopped in each store that made them interested for only a few minutes, then went into one of the larger department stores and buying a new pair of light blue bed sheets that they could break in later as well as a few towels for showers during the next couple of days. The last stop was the arcade where a few dollars in quarters were spent playing air hockey and racing games before heading back to the car and stashing their goods. Safely in the trunk the two raced each other to the nearby Italian restaurant, quickly getting inside and being seated. Vaper ordered chicken alfredo and a coke to drink; Kicer grinned at him and ordered the exact same thing, causing Vaper to lean forward in his seat as the waiter walked away.\n\n\"Copy cat...\"\n\nKicer giggled to himself before gazing deep into Vaper's eyes, grinning at him until an order of bread and their drinks arrived. Thanking the waiter as he walked away again the two go after some bread, their paws grabbing hold of the same piece at the same time. They stare at each other, each giving a small tug on their half of bread before Vaper reached over and broke it in two. They stared at each other for a moment before both opening their mouths, the other placing his slice of bread inside. They chew and swallow before starting talk once more on recent events in their lives, Kicer going into detail about the airport and security and such. Shortly after their dinners arrive and they quickly start to chow down, both rather hungry from the day's events thus far and both not having eaten anything.\n\nUpon finishing their meals, Vaper leaves a fifty on the table for the waiter, the bill coming to just over forty dollars. The two walk out of the restaurant and get back into the car. Vaper started it up and drove quickly down the street before stopping at the movie theater, both quickly getting out of the vehicle once more and rushing to the entrance. Vaper got to the front counter first and got two tickets for a movie that came out two weeks before, not wanting to deal with the crowds in a new movie and opting for a little bit more alone time with his kitty. He paid and then headed into the screening room with his Kicer following close behind him, using his paws to lightly bat at the otter tail behind him. Going into where the movie was going to be shown they take a seat up near the front, only a handful of others in the same screening room as them. Sitting down they rub noses with each other as the previews just about wrap up, the movie starting soon after.\n\nFor the first ten minutes their eyes are glued onto the screen, watching the first part of the movie before Kicer reached over and took Vaper's paw into his. For the next ten minutes the two fooled around, Kicer giving a squeeze to the otter paw before Vaper squeezed back and chuckled. The two began to slump in their seats, disappearing a bit from view of the other patrons. Kicer rested his paw on the crotch of Vaper's pants, giving it a few deep rubs with his paw. Vaper started to murr as soft as he could at the rubbing, his sheath starting to bulge out some. He looked at Kicer as if to say not at the moment, but he returned with a grin and a squeeze, causing Vaper to gasp softly, the tip of his cock slowly starting to push out of the sheath. Vaper reached over and pushed his paw down into Kicer's pants, getting him to giggle loudly and put both his paws over his mouth. He lowered his paws and started to purr loudly as Vaper's paw stroked up and down Kicer's sheath, which quickly swelled some and let the kittycock start and poke out. Vaper quickly removed his paw from Kicer's pants and leaned his head on him, giggling to himself.\n\n\"If I've got to be horny for the rest of the movie, so do you kitty.\"\n\n\"Fair enough handsome.\"\n\nWrapping an arm around Kicer's the two leaned together, resting their head's together and watching the rest of the movie in silence, just the sound of Kicer's purring being heard by the two of them. As the credits started to roll the two gave each other a nice long kiss, tongue wrestling quickly before breaking it off and getting up, heading back outside to the car. They both got in and Vaper started the vehicle up quickly, stepping on the gas to make it home quickly so he could have fun with the kitty.\n\nThe car was parked on the bottom floor of the garage a block away from Vaper's house. He popped the trunk as Kicer got out of the car. Vaper locked the doors and grabbed the new sheets and let Kicer carry the bag full of towels as they made their way back to Vaper's apartment. They reached ran all the way up the stairs and Vaper quickly unlocked the door, the two throwing their bags on the floor as the door shut behind them, hugging each other tight and kissing deeply, pushing their tongues into the other's mouth and swapping saliva for about a full minute before breaking it off as each groped the other's rump. Vaper reached down and grabbed the bags, moving down the hall after Kicer and tossing the towel bag into the bathroom and reaching the bedroom. Kicer was already lying down in the bed, rolling around some before lifting himself up to his knees, shaking his rump a few times at Vaper who just gave it a small slap, getting a loud murr from the kitty.\n\n\"New sheets first kitty, didn't buy them for nothing.\"\n\nKicer rolled off the bed and Vaper pulled the sheets off the bed, tossing them down on Kicer as he lay on the ground. Vaper opened the new sheets and quickly put the fitted sheet onto the bed with no problem at all, hearing a few loud murrs coming from underneath the old sheets in the process. He made his way over to the old sheets on the ground, pulling them off Kicer and seeing him lying naked underneath of them causing him to smile and paw up at the air.\n\n\"Hey! Give those back, they smell like sexy otter!\"\n\n\"Well I smelly like sexy otter too you know...\"\n\nKicer quickly got up and attached himself to Vaper, lifting up the otter's shirt and pulling it off, tossing it to the ground before pressing his nose into Vaper's chest and neck, taking a few deep breathes.\n\n\"Murr...fresh otter...\"\n\n\"See, told you so.\"\n\nWith that Vaper kissed Kicer once more before pulling away from him, getting some help from the kitty to pull on the second sheet and then the comforter. Vaper reached over with the new pillow cases and pulled the old ones off, chucking them at Kicer before quickly stuffing the pillows back into a protective sheet. Vaper suddenly feels a tug on his pants, seeing Kicer's arms around him tug at them again a couple of times. He let out a playful growl before falling back into the floor.\n\n\"Otter pants won't come off?!\"\n\nVaper grinned and undid the top button and unzipped them, giving a wink to Kicer.\n\n\"Try them now kitty.\"\n\nKicer crawled close and gave the pants another tug, the pants sliding all the way down Vaper's body and showing off the tip of his cock. Kicer pushed his nose into the bulging sheath, causing Vaper to moan some as he felt the nuzzling around the area followed by a few quick warm licks that made a bit more of his cock slip out. He looked down to see Kicer nuzzling his crotch again, giving his balls a few nuzzles before stepping out of his pants and lifting the kitty up to his feet. Kicer nuzzled about in Vaper's neck, murring at not only his scent, but the scent of their own musk starting to build up in the room. Leaning back some Vaper flopped himself down on his back in the bed, Kicer almost leaping onto him once he settled himself down. Licking about at the otter's face and giving him a few kisses on the lips, Kicer starts to purr louder then he had all day, both their cocks rubbing up against each other, pre oozing from both of them and rubbing into their fur. Vaper held Kicer tightly against his chest, using his paws to stroke down the feline's back and rub at his tailbase, leaning his head back some and murring to himself as he felt Kicer lick and nuzzle his face and neck. Shifting a bit underneath Kicer, the otter lets out a low moan as he feels his cock press up into the kitty's stomach, murring softly afterward as he gave a hump upward and got a loud moan from Kicer. Vaper quickly gave a big hug to his kitty, flipping himself on top as he felt a few light nibbles on his neck. Running his whisker's against Kicer's a few times he pulled away from the kitty, wrapping his arms around his legs and pushing them up, leaning Kicer's body back with them. With the kitty's head resting firmly on a couple pillows, Vaper got onto his knees and pushed his pre leaking cock up against Kicer's tailhole, the feline tail whipping around a little bit before settling down. With a gentle push Kicer let out a light grunt followed by a slight whimper, having been a long time since he last got penetrated. Giving a groan Vaper pushed forward some, his cock sinking in about an inch causing Kicer to yelp loudly before murr softly. Kicer lifted himself up on his elbows and grinned at Vaper as his paws rested on the feline's hips.\n\n\"All the way inside, ottercock needs to be nice and warm inside kittybutt.\"\n\nVaper nodded and smiled as Kicer laid back down, moaning loudly as the full seven inches of ottercock pushed into Kicer's tailhole. Both moaned loudly as Vaper's balls slapped against Kicer's body. The feline purred as loud as he could, clenching his tailhole around the cock buried inside of it. Vaper moaned feeling that sensation, giving a few humps forward as his cock throbbed inside of Kicer. Gripping the feline's hips tightly Vaper slid his cock out of the tailhole, rubbing the head over the opening a few times before sliding it all the way back in. Kicer perked his ears and let out a loud moan, his own cock giving a few throbs as Vaper did this once more, this time pushing against the cock and trying to force it deeper into the tailhole. Kicer began to squirm some as he felt pressure building up inside of his tailhole, soon feeling the sensation stop as the cock slid from his tailhole. The feline panted a few times before letting out another load moan and murr, purring loudly as the cock went right back into him. The sound of Vaper's balls slapping against Kicer's tailbase made both of them moan deeply, Kicer's tail moving up some and wrapping up with Vaper's. The otter continued to slide his cock in and out of the feline tailhole presented to him, plunging back inside as deep as he could go. Vaper moaned loudly, rubbing his paws up and down Kicer's sides before stopping himself and starting a steady stream of humps into Kicer's backside. Kicer let out a couple of cute mews each time Vaper's cock pushed back into him. The feeling was amazing, feeling great at the moment and murring deeply as his paws touched Vaper's, holding them in his as he locked his legs around the otter's back. Vaper kept going in pace, pre leaking from his cock and into the kitty tailhole, making the humping even easier as the tailhole was slicked with pre. Kicer closed his eyes as he felt the slick cock slide in and out of him, clencing around the cock as it pushed deep into him once, not wanting to let it go. Vaper sensed this and started to hump forward as fast as he could, his cock moving barely forward an inch each time before going back inside his lover. The hot passage around the ottercock quickly got Vaper to moan a few more times loudly, pushing himself all the way into Kicer and draining himself, shooting his thick and creamy seed all the way into his bowels. Kicer purred deeply and clenched his tailhole around the cock a few more times, helping Vaper drain himself inside of him. The otter leaned down and planted his kitty with a deep kiss, murring after breaking it off and then quickly sliding himself out of his kitty. Some of his juices run out from the tailhole as the cock is removed, Vaper sitting down on the bed and picking Kicer up and setting him in his lap, moaning and licking at his muzzle a few times.\n\n\"That was great kitty. Hope there's more like that for the rest of the weekend.\"\n\n\"Should be otter. Think we can get a shower quickly before going to bed, getting kind of late...\"\n\n\"Sure, but you haven't...\"\n\n\"I know...\"\n\nThe two get up and Kicer ran ahead to the shower, his tailhole slightly leaking cum as he waddled down the hall into the bathroom. Vaper heard the shower turn on and he stroked his still hard cock, murring as he got up and headed into the bathroom. The outline of Kicer could be seen through the glass door, causing the otter to murr some and rush to the sliding door, opening it and getting inside to see his already sopping wet kitty. The water began to run down his slick fur as he hugged his kitty and let the water run off each of them. Kicer slowly ran his paws down Vaper's chest before getting on his knees, gently gripping the cock with his paws and letting them work over them, gripping and squeezing with one paw and toying with the slick ballsac with the other. Vaper braced himself with his hands and moaned as he felt the warm pads of the kitty paws on his cock, the hot water running over him. He suddenly let out a gasp as he felt his cock enveloped in warmth, feeling the somewhat rough kitty tongue starting to lick and suck on his cock. The cock pushed against the back of the feline's maw as Kicer swallowed every so often in his licks, glancing up at Vaper to see him panting deeply, eyes shut tight as he gave a few humps into the maw. Giving the ballsac a couple more squeezes, Vaper moaned and pushed his cock forward some, spraying his creamy goodness into the kitty maw. Kicer's throat bulged slightly as the cum flowed right down his throat, a loud gulping echoing through the water hitting the shower floor and their bodies. Kicer pulled the cock from his mouth and swallowed again, slowly standing up and pushing his nose against Vaper's and smiling at him as they exchanged glances.\n\nVaper lowered his paw to grab Kicer's cock, but he pushed back some and shook his head. Reaching over Kicer grabbed the bottle of soap and squirted some into his paw, lathering it up and running it up and down Vaper's back. Kicer moved down to his butt, running his paws over Vaper's buttcheeks and tailbase before raising the bottle of soap. The feline fumbled with the bottle and dropped it behind Vaper, the bottle falling right at the drain. The otter gave Kicer a quick kiss before turning around and leaning down, reaching for the bottle. Vaper felt two paws lock around his hips and then felt himself pulled back, his tailhole spreading as six or so inches of kitty cock entered him. Vaper let out a moan and tried to pull himself off the cock, but found the kitty's paws wrapped tightly around his waist, the feline humping into him as quick as he could as he purred deeply. Vaper moaned loudly, falling some and taking Kicer with him. Vaper landed on his hands and knees, Kicer squating behind him and humping fiercely into the otter tailhole. This was the first time he had ever pushed his cock into anyone, loving everything. The soft, smooth and hot insides of his love played over his cock as he purred loudly, moaning loudly as the water trickled down their fur. Kicer soon felt a clenching around his cock, causing him to moan and spurt his kitty seed inside the tailhole. He milked himself as every drop drained into the otter, pulling out and letting him spin back around to kiss him deeply, both murring loudly.\n\n\"Seems kitty wanted something new.\"\n\n\"It was everything I hoped for. Guess I've got other things to do this weekend as well.\"\n\nVaper grinned as the two quickly washed each other down, groping the other before getting out of the shower and grabbing two of the new towels and drying each other off. Kicer was nothing but a real puffy kitty and Vaper was his normal slick otter self. The two moved off to the bed and got into it, pulling the sheets over their bodies and snuggling close, giving each other a few kisses before Kicer turned around, staring at the wall before closing his eyes, feeling Vaper snuggling up against him, his sheath rubbing up against his tailhole. Soon enough Kicer was purring happily to himself as he listened to Vaper breathing, the two quickly going to sleep.\n\nThe hours drifted on quickly, the two sound asleep in each other's grasp, Kicer not moving as Vaper slept soundly with one arm dragged over the kitty. As the morning hours came on Vaper's cock slowly began to slip out of its sheath, hardening up and growing a little bit larger then normal, pre leaking on Kicer's back as he remained asleep, purring happily at the warm feeling moving along his back. His tail flick back and forth happily as Kicer turned in his sleep, murring happily and hugging close to Vaper as the larger cock rubbed over his crotch and belly. Taking a deep breath, Kicer let out a loud murr as he smelled the musk being let off from the otter, even in sleep his body wandering down some and rubbing over the cock with his paws. The idle paws made their way across the tip of the cock, the cumslit opening slightly to rub pre into the furry paws before enveloping them. With a quick and squishy sucking sound the paws are sucked in and made a bulge as it traveled down the length of the cock, the rest of Kicer's arms following his paws. A low moan came from the kitty as his arms traveled slightly down the length, a visible bulge making its way down before another suck pushed the arms together, Kicer's face moving right to the slit of the cock. He started to lightly lick over the tip as his arms moved all the way inside, the tip of the cock opening some to slip his head inside, his body starting to make its way deeper into the cock, his form bulging the cock out even more.\n\nTwo otter paws reached down to the sides of the cock, squeezing around it and rubbing up and down, Vaper's mind dreaming happily about his kitty as he jacked himself off some, moaning in his sleep as the kitty's head slid all the way into the tip of the cock followed by his neck and shoulders. A few gulps could be heard as the cock sucked at Kicer's form, wanting more of it to go down into it. With the top part of his body traveling clearly down the length of the cock. With a little hump forward, Vaper pushed his cock into Kicer's body, his body bending as he slept to get into a better position, murring happily and giving a little wiggle as his body was slowly engulfed in warm, slick goodness. Kicer yawned inside of the cock, giving a gentle push forward as he drifted back into a sound sleep, his chest sliding deeper into the cock as it sucked at his form. Vaper continued to give a small hump forward every once in awhile, his paws still stroking down the length of his shaft, over Kicer's face and arms as it gave the kitty another tug forward. His upper chest quickly slid into the cock, pre leaking down his chest and belly as it pulled him in deeper. Vaper gave another hard squeeze around his cock, causing the shaft to throb and pull a bit more of Kicer inside, his lower chest slipping in rather easily with a wet sucking sound. A gurgled moan came from Kicer, his moan cut off by pre leaking around him. He swallowed it as he closed his mouth, purring happily to himself as he pushed himself in deeper, another wet gulp sliding him past his belly.\n\nVaper gave a moan as he felt the bulge in his cock move deeper. His paws found their way to Kicer's butt, pushing firmly against it in an attempt to make the large bulge sinking into his cock go all the way down. He moaned loudly as the bulge was sucked down more, pre leaking onto the bed as it ran off Kicer's fur. The kitty's sheath started to bulge out as his belly made its way into the cock, soon enough a quick wet sucking sound dragging Kicer's waist inside, causing the kitty to start and hump in his sleep. Kicer could feel his head being pushed out into something, cum draining on his head some as he gave a slight wiggle as he slept. Vaper's paws worked now on the kitty's legs, pushing against his footpaws and having them sink in rather quickly. With each moment, more of the kitty vanished into the cock, his bulge traveling down into the otter's ballsac, bulging that out as well. Kicer knees vanished into the ottercock as his hands, head and chest were pushed into the ballsac, his fur quickly being covered in cum. Kicer's face planted into the side of the ballsac, causing him to groan some and then open his eyes. He yawned and then blinked as he swallowed a good amount of cum, starting to squirm about inside of his lover's hot, dark and cramped ballsac. Not knowing where he was he tried to call out for help, getting another mouth full of cum before gulping that down and starting to wiggle about, pushing against the sides of the sac.\n\nThe squirming and wiggling made Vaper moan loudly, humping forward and loving the nice feeling. Kicer's footpaws quickly disappeared with the rest of his legs into the tip of the cock, a quick wet gulp sending them completely inside. The last of the kitty bulge traveled down the length of the cock before being deposited into the sac. The kitty squirmed about, which made Vaper moan even louder, his paws gripping his cock and giving it a few jerks before stopping and rolling over some onto his other side, the squirms gently getting weaker and weaker inside of the ballsac, a few muffled words being heard before a bit more gulping coming from inside. The squirming soon stopped all together, settling down to nothing more then a huge otter ballsac lying in between Vaper's legs. During the next couple of hours while Vaper slept his ballsac would slowly shrink down to its original size, turning Kicer into a nice load of kitty cum that would be released the next time Vaper had an orgasm. Vaper's cock quickly gave a couple shudders before slipping back to its normal size and sinking back into its sheath. In the next few hours when Vaper awoke he would have a lot of questions to ask himlself."
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"value": "### Title: Doug Ellis Ch. 06\n\n### Tags: non consensual, anal sex, muscle, domination, brutality\n\n### Characters\n\n**Frank Singleton** is the disinterested and corrupt security chief of the prison. He is physically imposing and manipulative, using his position to control illegal activities within the prison. He has a military background and a history of abusing his power.\n\n**Lee Dursley** is a prison officer and Singleton's accomplice. He is described as a steroid-using bodybuilder who helps Singleton manage the supply of contraband within the prison. Dursley is resented by other prisoners and staff due to his frequent meetings with Singleton.\n\n**Doug Ellis** is a prisoner with a strong physical presence and a calm demeanor. He is respected by other inmates and has a history that intersects with Singleton's past. Ellis is summoned to Singleton's office under false pretenses and becomes a victim of their abuse.\n\n**Bob Kirkland** is a prison officer who considers himself one of the \"good guys.\" He follows the rules and keeps a cautious eye on the happenings within the prison, trying to maintain order and safety.\n\n### Plot\n\nThe prison system is a complex environment with its own hierarchies and power dynamics. Prison officers, often attracted to the role for the authority it grants, sometimes abuse their power. Frank Singleton, the security chief, is one such officer. He is corrupt and manipulative, using his position to control the flow of contraband within the prison. His accomplice, Lee Dursley, is a muscular prison officer who helps him in these illicit activities.\n\nDoug Ellis, a respected prisoner with a strong physical presence, is summoned to Singleton's office under false pretenses. Singleton recognizes Ellis from a past encounter and sees an opportunity to exert his power. With Dursley's help, Singleton restrains and sexually abuses Ellis, expecting him to be broken and humiliated. However, Ellis remains stoic and unresponsive, retreating into a mental state of detachment to cope with the ordeal.\n\nAfter the assault, Singleton and Dursley are left disoriented and uncertain about the outcome. Ellis appears unconscious, and the officers realize they need to cover their tracks. They clean up the scene and call for medical help, as Ellis is taken to the prison hospital. Singleton's plan to break Ellis fails, and he is left with a situation he cannot easily explain or control."
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"value": "*This chapter eroticises non-consensual sex in a voyeuristic sense, it does not condone or glorify it. It takes some of the archetypes of gay domination or S&M fantasy, e.g. positions of power, physical prowess, isolation, bondage to illustrate the motives driving such an assault. I have endeavoured to show how, in real life people can and do save themselves while undergoing terrible ordeals.* \n\n \n\nAs a product of the criminal justice system the prison service has grown up with rankings and uniforms similar to those in police and even military services but also allied in some ways to other forms of custody and care such as secure hospitals and other kinds of military institutions. \n\nFewer restrictions are imposed on becoming a prison officer, fewer demands are made in the screening process and sometimes those who are attracted to the military or to policing end up as prison staff. Sometimes these people are fond of exerting their authority over others but don't have the charisma to make that work without an institution and a uniform, bars, gates and if necessary weapons. Sometimes it is just about power. \n\nWould-be police officers who don't make the grade selection or fail in training, big fellas with flat feet, little fellas with a power complex, people who just needed a decent salary and accommodation but not high flyers, not as a rule. Some will maximise their potential, some will thrive but most will take the salary, then having survived, take the pension. Though there are many caring and giving individuals working in the system because they believe in a just custody system and the possibility of rehabilitation. The best of these get exhausted sometimes and cannot give of their best. Mistakes get made. We can assume they are the good guys and we can overlook the few who are not, those who sneer at the lives of the people they have in their charge and who see an opportunity. Lee Dursley, for example. \n\nThe inmates, contrary to expectations, are often achievers, super bright individuals who made a big mistake, predators perhaps. In the system these mix in with lowlifes, carrion feeders who would never make the cut and who'd rob or destroy thoughtlessly just to get through, alongside all those who, through intoxication of one kind or another, set their own and possibly other lives into a downward spiral and eventually fall foul of the law. \n\nThe increasing cost of keeping more and more people secure in long term institutions is a constant conundrum for any society. The resentments of some taxpayers at the cost of humane conditions for prisoners leave alone provision of systems of rehabilitation are a thorn in the side of many a government under economic pressure. \n\nOvercrowding. Underfunded re-education and probation systems. Staffing shortages must compete against demands for more and longer custodial sentences for criminals. Particularly those jails in the struggling, post-industrial cities where jobs are scarce, drugs and violence are the rule inside and out of prison and prospects for improvement are poor. \n\nThe boundaries between conditions inside prisons and outside can become blurred when people in society at large feel trapped and rendered powerless by their circumstances and some of those held in custody are able to manipulate criminal organisations outside and vice versa. So the world of organised crime can be as influential within the walls of the prison and in it's organisational structures and capable of influencing people, even civil servants and politicians beyond it. There is always someone on the make. \n\nSo if you're the good guy and Bob Kirkland thought of himself as the good guy, you sometimes need a lucky break to make any safe headway. He had no idea what his wish should be. As usual, in his position, the best policy was to follow the rule book, keep your eyes and ears open but with caution. Being seen to see and hear only what he should, while trying to see and hear what he shouldn't. \n\nWhen the alarm was sounded and the prison went into emergency lockdown, security officers would get to the emergency first, assess the situation and control it as quickly as possible. They worked with staff, universally, to ensure that the security aspect, for which they were all responsible, was uppermost in people's minds. However, theirs was not a happy department, chiefly because their boss was disinterested in them as a team and with their function. \n\nFrank Singleton. Gone to the bad some said. Too many interests other than his work some said. Bent on minding his own business, in the worst sense, when it was his job to know everyone else' business. He was good at manipulating people and had the Governor eating out of his hand but he'd been creaming off what he could in external meetings, conferences and other time off, perks in general and his coterie of favourites around the prison, notably his association with Lee Dursley, who would be in and out of Singleton's office several times each week and could be up there for an hour at a throw. \n\nThis fact alone called into question the nature of their business. Dursley was resented on the wing for the cover that was required while he was in conference with the security chief and because it was assumed that everything said and done on the wing was reported directly. Singleton's credibility in the eyes of his subrdinates was compromised for his questionable choice of trusted staff members, and it was assumed, informants. \n\nIf the doubters had only known that the situation was altogether simpler in nature. Together, Singleton and Dursley managed the supply of just about anything impermissible coming into the prison and being traded within it. Of course, Dursley was the over confident and none too subtle courier. He was also in a position to relay messages from influential people both sides of the security perimeter. \n\nIn his turn, Singleton dealt with the internal politics and and key people in the external supply chain. He was and always had been a brute. Strong body, thick neck, he liked to be physically intimidating but more, he was extremely skilled at menacing people quietly. He and the steroid toting body builder made an effective team. \n\nSingleton was 55 years old, had 25 years in the prison service, following 14 in the army. His first security post had been in a youth custody institution where he had previously been a judo instructor, part of the training program offered to newly recruited staff. It was there that a certain kid, who reminded him of himself in so many ways, and who showed great promise and great strength for his age, caught his attention. How he had recognised that kid, now fully grown, in a different institution all those years later, he could not fathom but he'd picked Ellis out among the P.E. group at the gate of the lifer wing as they departed towards the gym building as if it were yesterday. Something sprung into his mind like a bolt. \n\nDursley was instructed to make observations and find a means to get Ellis to an interview in Singleton's office as soon as could be managed. In due course, Dursley had trumped up something sufficiently justifiable and as no further charges were involved, the escort would leave Ellis without legal advice in the company of security chief, Singleton and one officer (Dursley of course) at the door of the octagonal office. \n\nWhen Ellis was called, during afternoon lockdown, word went around the wing very quickly. Rumour was rife about the purpose of the interview and in certain quarters it was immediately assumed that Ellis was an informant. Dangerous, even for a man who commanded as much respect as Ellis unwittingly had. The truth was way outside their expectations. \n\nSingleton had wisely left the escort of the prisoner to others and although Dursley was one of four officers taking Ellis, tightly handcuffed, from the lifer unit to security, his was not the responsibility. Until reaching Singleton's office other uniformed staff took charge. There, as planned, the lightly clad figure of the massive prisoner was left with the security supremo and one designated member of the escort, of course, Lee Dursley. \n\nDoug stood square shouldered ahead of the great, immovable desk which had indeed had the room remodelled around it as it could not be removed down the winding stairs. \n\nSingleton sat behind it quite relaxed. Powerful in every sense. Ellis was not easily intimidated but once the heavy steel door closed behind him an uneasy feeling came over him, reaching beyond the curiosity as to why he'd been summoned. He was unprepared for the carefully planned situation that unfolded. A man of few words as we have seen, so made no demand of the authority about why he had been sent for although he was curious to know. The man seated before him was somehow familiar but he couldn't think from where. That matter was soon to be clarified. \n\nDursley swiftly stepped close behind Ellis and clipped a carabiner across the cuffs restraining his big hands then pulled on a rope, hoisting Ellis' arms back and up, threatening to dislocate them both at the shoulder. As he did so, fastening it somewhere behind the big man. \n\nSo unused was he to calling for help or in distress that his mouth was gagged before he could offer any. such expression. Again, when the hobble was applied to his ankles the discomfort in his arms restricting his movement and balance preventing him from offering any resistance. Then, once his feet were restrained, the tension on the rope was released and Dursley threw the loose end across the desk to his master who pulled gently towards him the now toppling tower of Doug Ellis, whose massive chest and stubbled chin landed gracelessly, like a great aircraft touching down with no undercarriage on the green leather top. \n\nLooking up now at his tormentor, a spark of recognition twinkled in his newly resentful eyes, just as Singleton began to introduce himself and fill in the gap in Ellis' memory. What Singleton did not make clear was his intentions although he had certainly introduced these in a manner which led Ellis to think his rights were being flagrantly abused. \n\nAt a nod from Singleton, the helpless lower body of Doug Ellis was exposed. Dursley, pulled the loose, grey, prison issue joggers down as far as the hobbles which restrained Ellis' feet and a cold realisation touched the big power lifter. Although the two other men in the room were still fully clothed, he was about to be sexually abused. He could make no objection or cry out, so, in an instant, as his grey/green, prison issue boxers were also pulled down he withdrew his conscious thoughts inwards as he would at the same time each day. He totally shut down his external self and imposed a state of relaxation just as if he were in his bunk on the lifer unit which would daily become, in his imagination, a much loved country walk to a place almost sacred from his childhood. From there he could see, completely detached from his body, as Singleton tied off the rope securing Doug to the desk and rose from his chair pushing it back as he did so. He smiled and playfully patted Doug's head like a faithful dog but the smile turned to a sneer as he unfastened his belt and moved to where he could strop Ellis' arse. \n\nDursley pulled Ellis' T up over his head revealing the sinuous acres of his massively muscled back, sprinkled with white blond down, surprised and somewhat disappointed that there was no recoil from the strokes of Singletons savage belt. \n\nThen it came. Singleton, who had removed his shirt and tie to avoid sweat stains upon them, released his pent up genitals, admired himself briefly as his large testicles swung free and then spat on the great, purple globed head of his erection, then pointed it at the downy porthole held open by Dursley. \n\nNot a squeak escaped the gag, not a moan or a groan or objection of any kind left the restraint of Ellis' mouth and nose as 8 inches of extraordinarily fat fuck tool was brutally rammed in one hit into Doug's arse. Singleton assumed with some cynicism that this was no virgin hole. By coincidence he was right but no whore would have withstood this onslaught without complaint. The beast was channeling Frank Singleton and he fucked Doug Ellis with a cruelty and venom that brought his orgasm to a slavering, panting climax in somewhat merciful haste. He returned to his accustomed place and slapped Doug's face with his slimy cock. \n\nDursley, who had meticulously removed every inch of clothing and set them neatly on a chair nearby, stood tanned and rippling, posing his sinuous muscularity before Ellis, he teased the prone lifer with an absurdly long, enormously thick, black dildo and his own erect cock which was furnished with a very large Prince Albert piercing and which, as he showed Doug's unblinking face, was tattooed with the word \"Ripper\" in gothic script on the underside. His attention to Doug's arse was more prolonged, making a play of pressing more and more of the huge dildo into the Blond giant's body until the whole massive rubber dong was inserted, then, rotating it so that the rubber ball sack turned upward so that he could cram his pierced hardn in below it and fucked Doug with this gigantic excess of cock in the slippery mess of his master's cum. \n\nTo his utter astonishment, rippling energy pulsed through his member as it luxuriated in the warmth of this great body, slow then fast then slow pulling and pulling and milking his cock, pulling on and teasing the ring, pulling it deeper harder and harder. Dursley gasped, eyes wide and blew his load in seconds having intended to give the man an extended agony of his lust. So astonished was he and so out of control his body convulsed repeatedly with an orgasm that threatened to tear his whole, massive frame to shreds. Then it was over, leaving him feeling as though something in his insides had been pulled out. Incredible. \n\nThe leering head of security, empowered by the site of his sidekick in such throws of orgasm, but scoffing at the way he had failed to restrain his cum, returned to Doug's defenceless hole, waved the disorientated Dursley aside, proudly hefting his meat mallet in his hand, with some considerable additional pressure required, stuffed his throbbing cock in alongside the huge dildo still lodged improbably in Ellis' gaping arse, stretching the tortured tissue of his unaccustomed anus still wider. Singleton almost immediately felt the insistent stroking and rippling of tiny waves increasing and decreasing in speed and intensity and drawing his fat eight inches in deeper, pulling harder and harder on the great head with an insane pressure, cramming his body against Doug's and squeezing the arrogant officer's heavy balls against the profiled edge of the oak desk before his control and participation in this process seemed to be snatched from him and what felt like his internal organs blasting out through the head of his tumescent cock. He lay down, panting, against the impossibly broad back of Doug Ellis, his body quivering, saliva gushing from his slack mouth and his eyes rolled back in his head as if he were losing consciousness. \n\nThe two officers slowly regained their senses, looked uneasily in blank disbelief at each other in a half daze. Things had not proceeded quite as they had expected. They also realised there was much to do. \n\nFirstly, they focussed on dressing, regaining their composure and in a purely business-like way, as one uniformed thug to another, carefully inspecting each other for signs of struggle or dishevelment. \n\nDursley quickly cleaned up the goo with wet wipes and swept everything including the dildo into a black, plastic sack. He also carefully replaced Ellis' clothes, making sure any seepage was distastefully but carefully wiped away before doing so. Ellis himself appeared to be unconscious but breathing softly so Dursley removed the gag and that too went into the sack. His weight taken by the desk, Ellis was also released from the hobbles but neither officer could rouse the apparently senseless figure. \n\nSingleton had failed. Although he was robbed of the opportunity to break Doug Ellis, to hear the great man whimpering like a beaten dog, to see tears of frustration, anger, hatred and humiliation leaking from his eyes, Singleton had assumed from his experience of prisoners, that Ellis would go back unsteadily to his cell, make excuses for the marks on his wrists and ankles and because of the intense stigma, particularly in prisons attached to men getting fucked, that he would never breathe a word about the vile indignity he had suffered. \n\nInfluential as he was, Singleton could not have explained a corpse in his office following the \"Interview\" , nor would his reason stand up under cross examination for the calling of this prisoner to an interrogation in the first place. \n\nA medic was hastily sent for and eventually two very strong male nurses, used to dealing with some really big and angry men in pain, managed somehow to manoeuvre the semi conscious Ellis down the tight staircase to ground level and over to the prison hospital, where he spent the following 2 nights, face down."
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"value": "### Title: Amnesia? Chapter Six- A Picnic, A Dumb Idea, And A Suit of A.R.M.O.R. by Gouka Fushichou\n\n### Tags: Avian, Character Development, Feline, Fighting, Human, Pokemon, Story Progression, Violence (Not In Yiff), Wolf, Young Love\n\n**Characters**\n\n- **Blaze**: A skilled and confident human character with unique abilities, such as summoning blue flames and handling specialized weaponry. He is a caring and protective figure towards his companion, Sakura.\n\n- **Sakura**: An anthro mew who is Blaze's companion and friend. She possesses powerful psychic abilities and is deeply caring for Blaze. She is also knowledgeable about the environment and helps Blaze in various situations.\n\n- **Flash**: A charizard who is arrogant and overconfident in his abilities. He has a history with Sakura and is a participant in the tournament.\n\n- **Crash**: A torterra who is Flash's companion and the voice of reason. He is calm and collected, trying to keep Flash's impulsiveness in check.\n\n**Plot**\n\nBlaze and Sakura prepare for a tournament, facing various anthro opponents in a series of matches. Blaze demonstrates his skill with specialized weaponry, quickly defeating their initial opponents. After the matches, they encounter Flash, a charizard with a history with Sakura, who challenges Blaze but is held back by his companion, Crash.\n\nInstead of returning home, Sakura suggests a picnic, leading them to a serene lake where Blaze attempts to catch fish using his unique abilities. Sakura, worried about Blaze's extended time underwater, accidentally injures him with a psychic blast when he startles her. They are both later found unconscious and brought back to their cave, where Blaze reassures Sakura after she expresses her concern and guilt.\n\nThe next day, Blaze and Sakura discover new equipment sent to them, including specialized ammunition and advanced armor with integrated technology. Blaze tests the new ammunition, finding it incredibly powerful but decides it's too dangerous for regular use. They then prepare to return to the arena for their upcoming match."
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"value": "Once again, Blaze rose with the sun. When he remembered the tournament, he quickly got up and got dressed. Only then did he notice the absence of Sakura, he cast his gaze about, hoping to find her. A few seconds later, he saw her enter through the main entrance (The one that ISN'T the window), carrying an armful of berries. \"Breakfast,\" she said, and they ate the berries. When they finished, Blaze asked, \"Shall we get going? I want to see who we're up against today.\" Sakura nodded and they left. When they arrived at the field, they found it jam-packed with spectators. As they landed, Blaze would swear to this day that every eye not belonging to a contestant turned towards him. He never once questioned why, either. When they walked over to the zangoose who was proctoring the event, they found out that they would have four matches today, between each of which they would only get a short break, and they were to go to the ring as soon as they were ready. They went there immediately. This time, there were no jeers as they entered the ring, the crowd knowing not to underestimate him this time. All sixteen matches would happen at once, and the first opponents they would face were already there. In the field in front of them were a ponyta and a wartortle. A gong sounded and Blaze looked over to see a blastiose standing next to the zangoose, who was holding a stick. He rolled his eyes and decided to laugh later. Now, it was kick the crap out of or have the crap kicked out of him. The ponyta charged. Remembering that the zangoose had said that weapons were allowed as long as no one was severely injured, he drew Aisu in his left hand, spinning it out of the holster and aiming it at the fire-type, he pulled the trigger twice and the ponyta fell to the ground in mid-charge, unconscious. The wartortle went down in three shots. The rest of the fights were (somehow) even easier. After the last round, they saw a charizard and a torterra approach them. When they were within shouting distance, the charizard called out \"Sakura, Blaze, I see you made it to the semi-finals as well. Good job, but you may as well surrender now. A human and a mew don't stand a chance against me, let alone two fully evolved pokemon.\" \"Flash?! Is that you?\" asked Sakura the charizard in wonder. \"Of course it's me. Do you know any other chars as powerful as I am?\" replied Flash. \"Yeah, but none as cocky,\" Blaze whispered to Sakura. Unfortunately, charizards have really good hearing. \"What did you say, human? You think you can take me? Then come at me right here, right now, and we'll see who the cocky one is!\" and started charging him. \"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, FLASH!\" yelled a voice that sounded like a tree crashing to the ground, and the charizard staggered to a halt, looking at the torterra behind him. \"Save it for tomorrow. They're our competition, remember?\" \"But...,\" said Flash. \"No Buts. You attack them and we're disqualified, remember? I swear. You act like a three year old when it comes to your pride.\" Flash's shoulders slumped. \"Yes, Crash,\" he said, dejectedly. - It was only noon, so instead of going home, Sakura suggested that they go have a picnic. Blaze accepted and they left, heading southwest. A while later, they arrived at a mountain, the south side of the island which had a beautiful waterfall flowing from its peak, and at the base was a serene lake, from which a stream flowed to the ocean. A little while later, Blaze was sitting, watching various pokemon playing in and around the lake, and he felt Sakura returning. Right before she emerged from the forest, he saw a young buizel jump out of the water and scare the crap out of a flareon on the shore. Then the two of them collapsed in a fit of laughter, and giving Blaze an idea, and a wide, mischievous grin split his face. When Sakura came and sat next to him, he said \"You mind sorting those on your own while I go and see if I can catch us some fish?\" \"Sure, no problem. But...won't you need a tool to do that? I mean, you are a human after all.\" \"Oh, please! Give me some credit, not all humans are unskilled,\" said Blaze, pretending to be insulted, as he ran off to the lake. When he got there, he summoned the blue flames to his feet and started to walk over the surface, heading for a patch of hollow reeds next to the cliff face. When he got THERE, he grabbed a reed and cleaned out the stiff woody stem. Then he put it to his mouth and, with a loud splash, submerged. Then he waited. - About five minutes later, Sakura began to worry. She knew Blaze had gone under, but she didn't think he'd come back up, so she went out to search for him. Blaze waited until she was almost directly over him, and had her back to him, and then he swiftly jumped out of the water with a splash, tapped her on the back and yelled \"BOO!\" Without thinking Sakura spun around yelling \"HOLYSHITMOTHEROFGOD!!\" and sent Blaze flying into the cliff wall (using a blast of psychic energy) hard enough to create a small crater, and causing him to cough up blood. As he slid to the floor, the edges of his vision went dark, and he knew he was about to faint. He struggled against this, but to no avail. The last thing he saw was the silhouette of a woman with a tail and cat ears, and then the world vanished. - \"Oh, sh-sh-shit! Blaze! Are you ok?!\" cried Sakura, panicking at the sight of blood. \"Answer me! Please...answer me,\" she was breaking down and crying by the time she finished saying this. Sakura looked up when she heard a footstep next to her, but the last thing she remembers is a human-like,green-furred hand, and then blackness. - He didn't know how long he slept, but when Blaze awoke, he found that his internal injuries had somehow been tended to. As soon as he realized that he was no longer at the lake, he looked around to see where he was. Then he noticed two important details. First: Sakura was next to him, asleep, and second: they were back in the cave they lived in. As he stood up, Sakura stirred. As she opened her eyes, she found Blaze standing next to her, smiling comfortingly. After a few seconds, however, she remembered the events that had transpired prior to their brief (or was it?) nap. When she did, she cried out \"You shouldn't be moving around yet! We don't know how bad you're injuries are!\" then in a quieter voice, with tears in her eyes, she said, \"I-I didn't mean to hurt you! I really didn't! I would never-,\" but before she could finish, Blaze cut her off with a tender, loving kiss. \"I know,\" was all he said, but with that, she fell against his chest, crying from every emotion being overwhelmed. Anger at Blaze for scaring her, fear that he was going to die, sadness that she could only watch helplessly, but most of all, relief and happiness that he was ok. She just sat there and cried for an hour or so, with Blaze just holding onto her comfortingly, until she had run out of tears. Shortly afterwards she fell asleep. Looking out the window, Blaze guessed that it was around 10:00 at night, so he followed her example and fell asleep. - Once again, Blaze rose well rested with the sun. He looked around to see Sakura already up. After a quick breakfast, they left for the arena, only to find it almost completely empty. After asking why, they found that the match didn't start until noon. Upon discovering this, they decided to go to the most isolated spot on the island for some last minute training. This meant the Quarantine Beach. Upon arrival, Blaze immediately noticed two new crates, identical to the first in every respect other than size. One was the size of a suitcase, and the other was the size of a wardrobe. Walking over to the smaller one, Blaze opened it to find it filled with magazines for a gun. They all appeared to be for his guns. Half of the mags contained bullets with a slight red tint, the other with a slightly blue tint. The ones with the blue bullets had the kanji for water on both sides, and the ones with the red bullets had the kanji for water. On top of all of this was a note. It read: We found these at your hideout. Obviously, we can't use them as they were made for your guns. Needless to say, we don't have any .425 caliber weapons, let alone one that can fire a bullet with no powder, so I sent them to you. Also sent some basic survival gear. R.L. \"No powder?\" thought Blaze. Well, now that he took a moment to think about it, the mags in his guns were still full, but he never used the ammo. Well, time to see what would happen if he did. Well, that is, after he checked out the other container. When he opened this one, he found several bundles of cloth. As he unwrapped them, the dull glint of a strange black metal revealed itself and then fused into a suit of black armor. It seemed to be made of many small plates bound seamlessly by chainmail of the highest quality. The gauntlets and boots were reinforced and padded for hand-to-hand combat. At the waistline in the back were a pair of holsters for his guns, and three rings ran diagonally across the back where he could put Gouka's scabbard. He put it on and the whole suit fit perfectly, and allowed complete freedom of movement. He could barely tell it was there it was so light. When he looked back into the container, Blaze saw a note at the bottom he picked it up, and read it. It said: Custom crafted, will protect you from most anything. Hope you like as it was expensive. R.L. Blaze looked in the container one last time and was glad for it. For lying at the bottom, where it had been hidden under the note, was what looked like a pair of unconnected headphones. He picked them up and put them on his ears. Almost instantaneously, a clear, almost invisible glass shield came out of one and connected to the other, as soon as it did, it took on a green tint and strange symbols came up that, although he had no idea how, he could read, and he heard a feminine computer voice say \"Welcome to the Advanced Rocket Military Officer's Recon suit, or A.R.M.O.R. for short. This model has been custom crafted for; Luke F. Fabre, DNA confirmed. Would you like to change the user's name?\" \"Yes,\" said Blaze. \"To what?\" said the computer voice, as a microphone popped out of the left phone. \"Blaze,\" said the one with the previously mentioned name. \"Confirmed. New user: Blaze,\" said the voice. Blaze turned his head to look at Sakura, and suddenly, a circle appeared around her it displayed her type, species, level, battle power, status, temperature, height, weight, even her gender, in a box off to the side of the screen that was connected to the circle by a line. \"This is the Visual Interspecies Surveillance and Aura Reader, also called the V.I.S.A.R. Press the button on the right headphone to activate and deactivate.\" Said the voice. Blaze pressed a button on the right headphone, and the glass shield retracted into the headphone. \"Well, I suppose it's time to test the ammo for the guns,\" he thought, walking over to where he had set up some targets. When he got there, he pulled out his guns and cocked them, getting a round in the chamber. He aimed at the two targets that he had set up, and pulled the triggers. Normally, when he fired an orb of blunt energy would just silently materialize in front of the barrel and be sent flying wherever it was pointed, with no recoil at all. Now, however, the guns jumped in his hands, sending two needle-like blasts of energy towards the target. When they hit, they left two holes in the center of the targets, which then proceeded to disintegrate. After mere seconds, the targets were nothing more than dust on the wind. Seeing this, Blaze immediately pulled the clips out of the guns and cocked them, removing the rounds that had been sent in to the chambers and letting them fall to the ground. \"Why did you take those out?\" asked Sakura, indicating the bullets now lying in the sand. \"They're too dangerous,\" was all Blaze said. Even so, before they left, he grabbed the container and said \"It's almost time for our fight, so let's put these in the den and go,\" Sakura nodded and teleported them back to the den. - When they arrived, Blaze went and put the box in a corner where it wouldn't be disturbed. Before walking away, he put a few mags in some hidden pockets that were obviously made for that. Then they flew to the arena."
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"value": "### Title: Hot Wife: Mexican Vacation Ch. 04\n\n### Tags: orgy, pussy, cum-swallowing, fmfmfmf, nude sunbathing, cocksucking\n\n**Characters**\n\n- **The Narrator**: The main character who is on vacation with his wife, Diane. He is open-minded and participates in various sexual activities throughout the story.\n- **Diane (D)**: The narrator's wife, who is also open-minded and participates in various sexual activities. She is particularly drawn to Captain Juan.\n- **Misty**: A friend of the narrator and Diane, who is married to Crush. She is more adventurous than her husband and initiates some of the sexual activities.\n- **Crush**: Misty's husband and a friend of the narrator and Diane. He is more reserved but eventually participates in the sexual activities.\n- **Paulina**: An anthro bartender on the boat. She is attractive, with long brown hair and C-cup breasts. She is also the maid of honor for Cristina and becomes involved with the main characters.\n- **Cristina**: An anthro first-mate on the boat. She is attractive, with a notable Mexican ass and dimples. She is engaged to Captain Juan and becomes involved with the main characters.\n- **Captain Juan**: The captain of the boat. He is attractive, with a six-pack and a notable dick. He is engaged to Cristina and becomes involved with the main characters.\n\n**Plot**\n\nAfter a series of sexual encounters at a resort, the narrator and his wife, Diane, go on a day sail with their friends, Misty and Crush. They are relieved to find that the sail is adults only and that none of their previous sexual partners are on board. They enjoy a dolphin encounter and then head to a secluded beach for lunch and tanning.\n\nAt the beach, they are approached by the boat's crew: Paulina, the bartender; Cristina, the first-mate; and Captain Juan. The crew invites them to a more secluded spot where they can sunbathe nude. Despite initial reservations, the group agrees, and the scene quickly turns sexual. Misty initiates a group activity by asking Paulina to apply lotion to her breasts, and soon everyone is engaged in various sexual acts.\n\nThe encounter culminates in a complex sexual interaction involving all parties. Afterward, the group returns to the boat, where the narrator and Diane learn more about the crew's relationship dynamics. The narrator expresses concern about how the day's events might affect their friendship with Misty and Crush, but the story ends before any resolution is reached."
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"value": "After the past two days, it was a good thing we had an excursion planned with our friends. We went on a full day outing away from the resort. Apparently D and I are sex magnets. In two days we'd had sex with 3 different groups of people. First, a gang-bang for her, then an fmf for me, and an orgy last night topped it off. Hopefully, none of those people will be on our day sail, because who knows what will get out then. \n\nYes! Nobody we know on our day sail. We didn't know when we booked it, however, that it was adults only. So, that was a bit of a relief. We didn't have to watch our language, or actions. \n\nWe had our sail to the dolphin encounter and caught up a little with our friends. It was good to finally spend a little time with them. \n\nD and Misty went to the \"bar\" on board to get us all some more punch like six times total. By the time we got to the dolphin encounter, we were pretty well lubed. Diane was getting a little frisky with me. But, we maintained ourselves and enjoyed the dolphins. The encounter was well worth the money. \n\nAfter swimming with the dolphins, we boarded the boat and headed for a secluded beach for lunch and tanning. We still had 3 more hours outside the resort, according to the brochure. We had lunch with the group, and then were about to find a place away from the group to hang out with our friends (everyone started to scatter at that point). When I hear this female voice call, \"Diane, Misty.\" \n\nWhen we all turn, we see our on-board bartender, Paulina, doing the calling. With her is Captain Juan and Cristina, our first-mate. \n\nSo, we turn back and head their way. Once we catch up to them, Paulina says they know of a really secluded place we can all go and sunbathe nude. Now, I know D and I have been pretty wild, but we aren't really \"hang out naked\" types. We've tried it a couple times at nude resort and whatnot, but it isn't really our thing. Plus, we're with our pretty straight-laced friends, so I'm thinking \"no way.\" AND, these girls are hot. Paulina has brown hair that flows to the middle of her back. She's about 5'8\" and thin, but with nicely proportioned C-cup breasts. She has a really dark tan like her buddy Cristina and looks incredible. A really knockout. I had to keep drinking not to get hard thinking about how I wanted to fuck her. Cristina is a little shorter with smaller breasts, but dimples that you'd kill for. I'm talking about the dimples above her ass. She got great ones in her smile, too. She was wearing a thong, and she has that perfect Mexican ass. Thick, but perfectly round. She's also got defined calves, and a flat belly with a little belly button ring. Now, Juan, our captain is cut. 6'1\" six-pack, no shirt, those loose shorts that the good-looking young guys wear to show their muscles. You can see the outline of his soft cock through his loose fitting shorts. Three natural hotties. So, I'm thinking no way in hell we're going, when Misty says, \"Hell yeah, we'll go.\" Misty! My buddy's wife. \n\n\"Ok, I guess we go.\" I say. \n\nThey start walking into these bushes, and there is the faintest trail. Only about 30 yards of this and a beach opens up. Paulina and Cristina untie their tops while they are running to the water. Captain Juan has brought some of the magical punch. Shit, I love this guy! Then Misty frees her breasts. Then Diane. But, Crush and I are bringing up the rear, so we only see their naked backs running away from us. Juan puts the punch down, and lays out the blanket he also brought., Next, he strips his shorts off. He has this dick that is thin and long, 7 inches, at least. And he's completely soft. I know D is going to want to see that cock hard. Friends or no friends. That's trouble. \n\nAll four girls head back from the beach and now we get to see the majesty of 8 great breasts bounding toward us. They all look amazing. I want to suck on everyone. But, it takes massive amounts of concentration to keep down my wood. I'm torn. I have always wanted to see Misty's tits, because I think she's got these long nipples. But, I can't take my eyes off of Paulina and Cristina's breasts. I strip off my shorts so does Crush. After the girls get to the blanket, they all take their bottoms off and pick a place on the blanket. This was starting to be too much for me. I suggested more punch and headed toward the cooler. We all sipped some more punch. Then, Misty whispers something in Crush's ear and he says, \"Sure, what do I care, it'd be hot.\" \n\n\"Paulina, can you help me put some lotion on?\" \n\n\"Sure, que buena.\" \n\nShe heads over and squeezes some into her hands and starts rubbing them together. She is behind Misty at this point. Then Misty says, \"No, I've got the back pretty well covered, but I think I missed my boobs, right here.\" Misty then circles her breasts with her hands. \n\nPaulina just moves around front and starts rubbing lotion on Misty's tits, concentrating on those amazing nipples I imagined she had. Then, Cristina comes over and starts doing the same with Diane. Our girls are getting completely felt up by our boat crew. And we didn't even start it. Then Misty says, \"OK, your guys' turn.\" They switch partners and Misty squeezes out some lotion and starts rubbing it on Cristina, while D then starts on Paulina's beautiful orbs. \n\nI know I've got something growing, and look to Captain Juan and he's slowly stroking his meat to about 9 inches and about the same 6 around I've got. But, right here, we've got some decisions coming. If D sees that meat, she's gonna want to jump on it. Crush is trying not to have his hard cock seen. But, by this point, I am way to hot, so I start stroking mine, too. \n\nThen Misty pushes Cristina down on her back and starts rubbing all over Cristina not just her tits, the other girls stop and help her; Cristina is the center of attention. Misty keeps rubbing this beauty's legs and teasing her pelvis area, while Paulina and Diane are each concentrating on a breast. Cristina is moaning something terrible. Then Cristina, on her back, looks over to Captain Juan and says, \"Amore..\" We three are all stroking our meat, but Juan kind of moves toward them as Cristina beckoned. \n\nAbout this time, Misty can't hold back and dives her mouth full into Cristina's pussy. I look over at Crush and he is just rubbing his cock and looking straight at the pussy his wife his devouring. Paulina then straddles her little body above Cristina's tits and starts making out with Diane. Then Cristina reaches out with her right hand and starts playing with what has to be the soaking wet pussy of Paulina. Paulina's eyes are closed and her face is flushed with ecstasy \n\nPaulina motions Diane to her back, and D complies only to be immediately eaten by Paulina. Cristina still has her hand behind Paulina and from my angle it looks like she has a couple of fingers plunging in and out of that tight little pussy. I move over from Diane's left around her head to her right, and put my cock in her mouth. Then, Crush, scoots to where I was to get a better view of his wife eating Christina's marvelous pussy. Well, Diane, sensing him there reaches out with her left hand and finds his cock. He looks at me, and I just shrug my shoulders. Let's see how far this goes. About that time, Juan has had his cock in Cristina's mouth getting a good hard suck. She's really enjoying the thrashing Misty is giving her and she is jumping around pretty good. Then, she pops his cock out of her mouth and says something to him in Spanish. Then, Paulina stops eating Diane's pussy, looks at Cristina and kisses her full on the mouth. Like she has just fallen in complete love with her, instantly. \n\nCristina then says, \"This is be nice. You hold on tight and watch, K?\" to Diane. \n\nJuan gets behind Paulina doggie position and starts fucking her pretty hard. So hard, then Diane really starts enjoying the added motion on her pussy. Because as Juan is fucking Paulina, she is moving to and fro on Diane's clit. She can't keep still he is pounding her so hard from behind. \n\nI see Crush sucking on Diane's left nipple as kind of a thank you for stroking him, then he gets right behind his Misty and starts fucking her doggie style. He is fucking her with a nice smooth motion, not like Juan is fucking Paulina, rough and hard, but kind of slow and lovingly. Misty really starts moaning and reaches back with a free hand to rub her protruding clit. \n\nDiane has stopped sucking me and backs away from Paulina's mouth to survey the scene. \"Can you believe this?\" She whispers to me. \n\n\"I love my life.\" I say. \n\nShe then says, \"I don't care if our friends see, I want a cock in me. Iwant that big hard cock of Captain Juan's to fuck me like he is fucking her.\" \n\n\"I only have 2 condoms left. Are you sure? So far, Crush and Misty have only seen mild stuff from us. Once you start fucking him, it could change everything.\" \n\n\"Look. Look at how good he fucks. Oh, I'm sure. You?\" \n\n\"I guess. Here, good luck prying him off of Paulina. \n\n\"I think I can get him away from her. Watch me. Hey, Juan,\" as she starts rubbing her pussy and waving the condom, \"can I see how that feels?\" She is incredible, a thorough slut. \n\nHe looks at Cristina for permission and she says, \"ABSOLUTAMENTE!\" \n\nHe gets out from behind Paulina, comes over to Diane who has her knees up by her shoulders again, then she says, \"hard, K? Fuck it hard. Just like Paulina.\" \n\nHe just rolls the condom on and plunges into her. Meanwhile, I put the other one on and head toward Cristina, she gets into a doggie position and starts kissing Diane, while her Juan is pounding my Diane really deep, I am really starting from way back to force the whole length of my cock into her tight hole. I want to drive as deep as possible into her. She feels a little looser than Diane, so I can really last while I pound her hard. \n\nI look over and Crush is fucking Misty, Paulina has slid under Misty reversed, so she sees Crush fucking that pussy and so Misty has free access to her pussy. Paulina reaches up and starts playing with Crush's balls. Then, she takes his cock out and starts sucking it. Crush has no idea what to do. The look on his face is panic, he must feel like he is betraying Misty, but Paulina's mouth feels too good to stop her. The, it happens, he starts to cum. He really starts bucking and poor Paulina is having a hard time swallowing his load. As I keep watching, I see her choke and cum spurts out of her nose. He is still bucking, too. Shooting cum all over her tight chest and belly. \n\nDiane is now in it deep. I see her roll her eyes back and say, \"Fuck me you big stud. Just fuck me hard. God, you are a fucking stud.\" \n\nAnd Misty says, \"Let me finish you off, Captain Juan.\" \n\nI look at Crush, and he looks into it. So, I start really checking out Cristina's ass while I'm fucking her pussy. I'm pressing my thumb into her little hole. Then, I rub some pussy juice on my first two fingers and plunge them into her asshole while I fuck her hard doggie style. She stops yelling in Spanish and just starts squeaking. That does it, I start to cum. Man, I really start giving it to her while I'm coming and she just keeps squeaking. Then, silence and she starts shuddering. \n\nThen, Misty puts her widepened mouth right on Diane's ass, waiting for the moment. She is looking up at Juan and licking Diane's ass, waiting. Juan pulls out, pulls off the condom, and shoots his semen all over Misty's face. Beautiful. Then, Paulina comes over and licks it all off. \n\nThen, the girls all headed into the water to wash up before we cleaned up the beach and headed for the boat. Back on board, we found out Juan and Cristina were engaged and Paulina was to be the Maid of Honor, as Cristina's best friend. Paulina and Cristina had talked about sharing Juan, but never actually taken the steps until this erotic encounter with us on the beach. \n\nDiane and I tried to understand our new friends' complex relationship instead of face our old friends during the boat ride back. So, we kept asking them questions and avoiding the talk that was bound to creep up. I knew they'd have some hard questions for us that may jeopardize our friendship."
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"value": "### Title: VG Cats #2: Intimate Cleanliness by silvergunner\n\n### Tags: Feline, M/F, Masturbation, Oral, Shower\n\n### Characters\n\n**Aeris**: Aeris is a confident and adventurous catgirl who is very comfortable with her best friend, Leo. She is described as beautiful and has a playful, mischievous side, often taking the initiative in their interactions.\n\n**Leo**: Leo is a catboy who is equally comfortable and playful with Aeris. He is described as handsome and has a wicked grin, indicating his mischievous nature. Leo is also very affectionate and caring towards Aeris.\n\n**Scott**: Scott is mentioned briefly as the owner of the sex-toy cleaner found by the cats, but he does not play a significant role in the main events.\n\n### Plot\n\nAeris and Leo, two close anthro friends, work together to clean a sofa using an unusual cleaning solution. After successfully removing the stains, they decide to clean themselves by taking a shower together, a situation they are comfortable with due to their longstanding friendship and previous experiences.\n\nIn the shower, their playful interaction turns intimate. Aeris takes the initiative, leading to a mutual exploration of each other's bodies. The scene is described with a mix of playfulness and intimacy, highlighting their deep connection and comfort with each other.\n\nAfter their intimate moment, they realize their clothes are wet and decide to spend some time playing video games while wrapped in towels. Their banter continues, showing their easygoing and teasing dynamic."
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"value": "It was hard getting the fluids off the sofa, but perseverance and an extra large bottle of Sex-toy cleaner (the cats found it in Scott's room one day) did the trick. Soon enough, the stains were gone from the covers. Now all they had to do was clean the mess off themselves.\n\n'I'm going first!' said Aeris.\n\n'No, me!' replied Leo.\n\n'Ladies first!'\n\n'Im dirtier!'\n\nAeris sighed. 'Listen, i'll be quicker than you, so unless you have a better option...'\n\n'Which I do' grinned Leo wickedly. 'We'll both go in together. The shower is big enough, right?'\n\n'Sure thing' smiled Aeris. The two took their towels and headed for the bathroom, arm-in-arm.\n\nNormally two of their age group would feel rather nervous undressing together. But Leo and Aeris had grown up together, and also seen each other naked quite a few times, including the day where Leo was 'licking' her. Neither really stared at each other as they pulled off their jumpers, shoes, shirts, trousers, and underwear. Soon enough they were both completely naked.\n\nTheir eyes met and looked at each other, each as naked as the day they were born. In Leo's eyes, Aeris was such a beautiful catgirl, the greatest sight in his life. Aeris saw Leo as the most handsome catboy ever, and perhaps even her best friend as well. Between them was an aura of pure love.\n\n'After you' Leo smiled, and pointed towards the shower. Aeris smiled then opened the door and stepped in. Leo stepped in after her and shut the curtains and then the door. Inside, they argued over the water settings until they agreed on a lukewarm temperature which suited both of them. Pressing the button, the water started spraying from the showerhead.\n\nAeris started rubbing herself with the bar of soap until the froth started to absorb into her fur. Leo helped rub it in for her. As she scrubbed her arms and legs, she felt him rubbing her stomach and reaching below. She stopped him and gave him the soap.\n\nLeo then scrubbed himself with the soap, a lot more enthusisticly than Aeris it has to be said. Aeris rubbed the resulting froth into his fur as well. They really needed to get the smell out of them. Leo felt Aeris rub down lower and lower near his abdomen. But unlike Aeris, he did not stop her.\n\nSoon enough, he felt her rubbing his 'pouch' at his crotch. 'Eeeasy there Aeris' he warned, but Aeris did not stop. He let out a squeak when suddenly, his penis grew from the pouch and into a full-size erection. 'Uuuh... sorry Aeris' he muttered.\n\nBut Aeris already had this planned. She had enjoyed tasting Leo's spooge when they had played with each other a few hours before. She stopped rubbing his cock, then knelt down and started licking it instead. Leo started trembling, a nervous smile on his face. Aeris bit hard on his cock, he squealed, then came heavily. His white semen sprayed over her face as he purred in pleasure at his orgasm.\n\n'That was nice Aeris, but I think you need a bit of attention as well' Leo smiled, kneeling down as Aeris stood up. He proceeded to fulfill what he had tried the day before, literally licking her insides clean. Aeris moaned in pleasure as his tongue went in and out of her, tasting her juices. When his tongue hit below her clitoris, she squealed in pleasure. But Leo suddenly pushed his tongue in as far as he could, until it was licking against something in the way.\n\nAeris felt a little pain. 'Leo, not so deep please' she said.\n\n'Sure thing' said Leo. He then proceeded to lick her clitoris instead, and soon enough, she squealed and came. Leo licked up all of the fluids from her orgasm, as she purred. He withdrew his tongue and stood up. 'I think we'd better get rinsed and dried now'. Aeris agreed and they proceeded to finish off, cleaning all the froth from their bodies. Aeris turned off the shower, they got out and rubbed themselves dry, then placed went to place their clothes back on.\n\n'Oh shit. They're all wet...' sighed Leo.\n\n'But they are the only clothes we have!' shouted Aeris. 'Now what?'\n\nLeo picked them all up and placed them on the radiator. 'I suppose we will have to wait in here until they get dried. Or...' he smiled wickedly. 'We go around 'naturally' for a while'.\n\n'I'll agree to the second' smiled Aeris. 'I suppose the risk of been seen is better than not doing anything.'\n\nChecking the coast was clear, Leo and Aeris dashed out of the bathroom into their room with their towels around them. Leo had hold of their clothes. When they got into their room, he arranged them on the radiator while Aeris closed the curtains and locked the door.\n\nBoth sat down on the sofa and took an Xbox 360 controller each. They switched on the unit and proceeded to play Dead or Alive 4.\n\n'Don't even bother ogling the female fighters' said Aeris.\n\n'Why bother, when I can ogle your beautiful body?' replied Leo. Aeris punched him in the chest. 'Hey, that hurt! Leave the fighting in-game!'\n\n* The End -"
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"value": "### Title: House of Nameless\n\n### Tags: sci-fi, fantasy\n\n### Characters\n\n**Nameless**: The protagonist and lord of the demon house Lexus. He is a powerful mage and lord of various holdings, including a seawall, an island palace, and a surrounding town. He is also the consort to the Mermaid Queen and the father of Crys's child. Nameless is a complex character with multiple titles and responsibilities, but he values his role as a father above all else. He is also a sage of the Empire of Holt.\n\n**Crys**: A Gorgon and the mother of Nameless's child. She is strong-willed and independent, preferring to give birth alone as is customary for her kind. Crys is also the one who plucked Nameless from the sea a year ago.\n\n**Prizma**: An anthro huntress who serves Nameless. She is loyal and respectful, always ready to carry out her lord's commands. She is part of a trio of huntresses that include Chareese and Jezabell.\n\n**Scelene**: An Illithid (mind flayer) who serves Nameless. She is intelligent and resourceful, often using her mental abilities to aid the house. She wears a ring that allows her to appear human.\n\n**Omneu**: A soul reaper who serves Nameless. He is knowledgeable about souls and curses, and he assists Scelene in her duties.\n\n**Tempis**: A siren who is part of Nameless's harem. She is playful and flirtatious, often seen flying around the island. She is also pregnant with Nameless's child.\n\n**Caldoria**: A character who is mentioned as having brought Nameless to the island a year ago. She is also mentioned as attending a gathering with her mother.\n\n**Evelena (Eve)**: A fallen angel who is part of Nameless's harem. She is often seen with Unisilix and has a complex relationship with Nameless. She is also cursed, which affects her behavior and interactions with others.\n\n**Unisilix (Uni)**: A drow (dark elf) who is part of Nameless's harem. She is often seen with Evelena and has a strong sexual appetite, especially during her season.\n\n**Conium**: A succubus who serves Nameless. She is seductive and skilled in the use of drow sex toys. She is also willing to engage in sexual acts with other members of the house.\n\n**Enigmus**: A Balor (a type of demon) who serves as the champion of the house. He is muscular and powerful, and he is often seen with an axe. He is also interested in the sexual entertainment provided by the house.\n\n**Renee**: A former goblin who has been transformed by Nameless's magic. She is now an attractive and seductive member of the house, and she is often seen with Nix.\n\n**Nix**: A Nixie (a type of water spirit) who serves Nameless. She is playful and flirtatious, and she is often seen with Renee. She is also interested in the sexual entertainment provided by the house.\n\n**Aqua**: A goddess who visits Nameless to offer a gift for his newborn child and to test his resolve and mindset. She is powerful and knowledgeable, but she is also willing to challenge Nameless and his beliefs.\n\n**Derius**: The newborn son of Nameless and Crys. He is a Meader, which means he has the ability to turn things to stone and back again. He is also the heir to the House of Lexus.\n\n### Plot\n\nNameless, In the days prior to the birth of his son, Nameless reflects on the changes he has brought to his coastal holdings through magic and effort. He holds numerous titles, including Master of the Five Rings of Magic, Lord of the Demon House Lexus, and Sage of the Empire of Holt. However, he values his role as a father above all else. His consort, the Gorgon Crys, is about to give birth, and Nameless is both excited and worried, as Gorgons traditionally give birth alone.\n\nAs Nameless contemplates his roles and responsibilities, he is approached by Prizma, one of his anthro huntresses, who reports on a successful but gruesome mission against a dark cult. Nameless orders her to tend to the wounded and clean herself before joining him and the other huntresses in his chambers. Meanwhile, Nameless is greeted by a group of nude women who have come to offer themselves to his lordship. He explains to them that his house is not like others, and that they must be comfortable with nudity and the various anthro inhabitants of the island. Nameless ultimately selects a few of the women to serve as handmaidens and oracles, linking them to his huntresses through a magical ritual.\n\nThroughout the story, Nameless interacts with various members of his household, including his harem, his staff, and his allies. He is approached by Aqua, a goddess who offers a gift for his newborn child and challenges his beliefs and motivations. Nameless also deals with the complex relationships and dynamics within his household, including the fallen angel Evelena and the drow Unisilix, who are both part of his harem and have a complicated sexual relationship.\n\nAs Crys gives birth to their son, Derius, Nameless is overjoyed and proud. He names his son and pledges to guide and protect him. Nameless also addresses his household, expressing his vision for the House of Lexus and the House of Nameless. He emphasizes that the house is more than just its lord, and that every member is valuable and important. He also acknowledges the challenges and dangers that the house faces, and pledges to protect and support its members.\n\nIn the end, Nameless is surrounded by his loving family and loyal household, and he is content and happy. He has built a powerful and diverse house, and he is determined to protect and nurture it, no matter what challenges may come his way."
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"value": "The cove echoed with the rising tide. Nameless stood on the outcropping over looking his holdings with a wistful smile. So many changes had befallen this craggy stretch of coastline. Most by his own hand, with a fair bit of magic of course. The seawall held his unseaworthy ships, the island at the end of the bridge a veritable palace, and the surrounding town growing along the cliff top. It would be a full year since he was plucked from the sea by Caldoria with the rise of the morning sun the next day. \n\nHe started back towards the bridge. His thoughts trying to hold his now numerous titles. Master of the Five rings of Magic, Lord of the Demon House Lexus, and Sage of the Empire of Holt. He reached the bridge feeling that none of those held anything compared to being called a father. Crys was on the verge of giving birth. It would be soon. Everyone waited to hear the new child cry. He had asked if she wanting him there but she had refused. \n\nIt worried him that she would want to be alone. But as with many races of the mythical breeds, birthing alone was the way of a Gorgon. Word that Caldoria was with child had brought on a grand celebration from the sea clans. It also brought a renewed sense of kinship with those in House Lexus. Nameless stopped at the mid point of the bridge. He could feel his Huntress returning from their raid on the dark cults of the shallow dark. \n\nPrizma was the only one to step from the ether. Her normally pristine visage was dirty and streaked with multiple bloods. Red, green, and too smaller smugges of black. She steps quickly to take a knee in front of him. \n\n\"Lord, it was worse than the reports made it out to be.\" She says lowering her head. \n\n\"Did your party suffer any casualties?\" He asks stepping to grab her horn to make her look at him. \n\n\"Their are those with wounds. None have fallen, Lord.\" She says quivering as he watches her eyes. \n\n\"See to those with wounds.\" He says send a mental message to Scelene to ready dark brewed potions for those needing them. \"What was it?\" \n\n\"They had Horrors. Four of them, fed on flesh. Those we were sent to find had already been fed to the summoned abominations. None survived. We only managed to free three survivors. But even as they live, I fear their minds may have been broken before they made it into the dark places.\" Prizma reports. \n\n\"See to the House and those of it needing healing. Clean yourself and come to the main chambers with your sisters when your duties are complete. Wear nothing.\" Nameless orders. \n\n\"Yes, Lord.\" Prizma replies fading back into the ether. \n\nToo many times he had felt pressed into making a decision, looking back he felt that it was them begging for an answer rather than pressuring him. His power had grown to an unthinkable level by his old thinking but if he wasn't meant to have it, it wouldn't have been given to him. Descending the stairs to the main floor he looked over the collection of nude women that had come to offer themselves to his Lordship in one way or another. Yet one more way his power had changed what he thought to be normal. \n\n\"Ladies, line up shoulder to shoulder. It is time to complete the tests for becoming a member of this household.\" Nameless says with marked authority. \n\nMost of them quickly scamper into a line. Two shuffle markedly slower than the rest, trying to keep themselves hidden behind their arms and hands. He found those two most enjoyable to watch as they reddened knowing he had eyes on them. The others were less selfconscious of their nudity and two others raveled in the lack of attire. \n\n\"What are the reasons I would only meet you without clothing?\" Nameless asks looking down the row meeting each woman eye to eye. \n\n\"To ensure we are hiding nothing?\" A taller dark haired woman answers. \n\n\"To see we aren't marked or scarred?\" Says one of the others. \n\n\"Both of those are correct but not the main reason. My house is not like any other in this realm. A need to be clothed to function in this house could only work against you. Tempis, could you fly down here, dear songstress.\" Nameless says seemingly to no one. \n\nMost of the women take a step back when Tempis glides to Nameless's side. Much to his delight neither of the shy ones flinch at seeing the siren. Though keeping as hidden as they can they have no fear of another nude, yet winged, woman entering the room. He waves for his three Huntress to step out of the ether in all of their nude glory. \n\n\"My Huntress, members of House Lexus. Show these women the truth of Lexus. Take down your guises and reveal your true forms.\" Nameless says keeping watch on the shy ones first. \n\nPrizma, Chareese, and Jezabell bow their heads and let their guise drop. Two of the women scamper back almost to the wall as the demon huntress bare their wings and horns. He smiles that the shy ones reveal more of themselves and watch in wonder as the huntress flex their wings before draping them over their shoulders. Neither has retreated a step. \n\n\"You two,\" Pointing at the ones that retreated most, \"Can go. Climb the stairs and don your clothing. The house of Nameless isn't for the timid or the faint of heart. The rest of you step forward. Omneu step forward and check their souls. See that they are undamaged or marked by anything else.\" \n\nThree of the remaining seven have a visibly enjoyable reaction to seeing the devil Omneu step from the ether clad only in loin cloth. Their nipples becoming hard adding proof to the glistening labia of their pussies. He steps behind them and walks down the line, stopping behind each one for but a moment. \n\n\"All have unmarked souls, Lord. There are two that a darker than normal and one that has been wounded. It has healed but not completely.\" Omneu says. \n\n\"Which is the wounded, point her out.\" Nameless says with a degree of concern. \n\nOmneu points to a one of the younger ladies with light blond hair. She doesn't appear to be an age or build to have bore a child. Her curves are pleasing and breasts are shapely enough to be note worthy. Nameless notes she has a few old scars. Small and not of a type one would get from being a slave or prisoner. \n\n\"Who did you lose?\" Nameless asks the girl gently. \n\n\"My twin sister, Lord. The ship on which we traveled was befouled by storm and besieged by pirates. We were cast adrift by the Captain as a way of keeping us from the pirates lecherousness. We rowed towards the shore not knowing there were reefs. When we reached the breakers the boat was over turned. I was cut up but she never surfaced. Not living anyway. Her body washed ashore the following morning. I haven't really felt whole since that day.\" She says. \n\nNameless listened to her story but watched the reactions of the other women. The shy ones looked on the verge of tears but no longer hid their bodies. One may have not heard a single word as her attention was fixed on Omneu's loin cloth. Nameless nods and takes the girls hand. He takes her over to stand with the two shy ones. \n\n\"You three will be given an unusual offer. Follow Tempis to my library to wait for me.\" His says to them softly. \n\n\"Yes Nameless, your Library. That's the book room?\" Tempis asks. \n\n\"Yes, silly sexy siren.\" Nameless says swatting her ass. \n\nThe three women tilt their heads with a wistful look as Tempis giggles. The other four stand straighter as Nameless turns a cold stare back at them. Omneu backs away from them as do the huntress. Nameless feeds power into his aura from the crystal tree in the ceiling. He stops when the first one whimpers. Reversing the flow to return the feral energy to crystal tree. \n\n\"What do you bring to my house? What skills do you hold besides use of your flesh by those that would have you in their beds? You have shown a level of fearlessness that would earn you a place here but only if you bring something other than open legs. I have no need for fluzy cum catchers. Show of hands. Do you sew, mend clothing, cook, launder soiled garments and bedding.\" Nameless asks as all raise their hands. \n\nNameless steps in front of the first woman in line, \"What dishes do you cook?\" He asks. \n\n\"I am a fair baker of breads and cakes.\" She answers. \n\n\"And a fair set of breasts you wield.\" Nameless says reaching out and fondling them. \n\n\"Thank you, Lord\" She squeaks in a pitch twice higher than her normal speaking voice. \n\nLetting go he steps in front of the, drooling over Omneu, woman, \"And you have skills doing?\" He asks. \n\nShe pushes her chest at him, \"I am a skilled seamstress.\" she coos. \n\nHe steps back and bares the blood chain tentacles, \"Can you do something to keep these warm.\" \n\nAll four women gasp, but seem unable to speak. \n\n\"Ladies, I am a magic wielder, land holder in the kingdom of Holt, Lord of a Demon House, and Consort to the Mermaid Queen. The girlish games will not impress me. Bragging will only try my patience and make me call my succubus to make you prove it. I only want to make a place suitable for the Royal couple to visit.\" Nameless says. \n\n\"Royal couple?\" The dark haired woman on the end asks. \n\n\"Yes, many important people from any number of countries, dark enclave, or ring of hell may walk down those stairs to seek an audience. I have beings that thrive on sex, eat souls, and devour minds already in my household. What I need is strong women to take care of the day to day chores of a manor that I don't have time or magic to do myself.\" Nameless says retracting the chains. \n\n\"Then why strip us naked and grab her boobs?\" The drooler asks. \n\n\"Because of all those things. If some one or thing goes astray, having my staff hiding in a corner because they lost their shirt, won't happen. If there is some question of your loyalty to this house and as a show of trust I ask you all to remove your clothing? Will you follow my instructions or freeze up like little prissy rich girls?\" I ask. \n\n\"But we want attention. Ok I want attention.\" The devil hungry one says. \n\n\"There are plenty of males available for that kind of attention.\" Nameless says gesturing towards the crowd of mermen looking them over from the water in the cove. \"And one rule of the house is no getting knocked up. I am the last person to say no sex, but be reasonable and take care of yourselves. A sizable salary comes with service to this house. But it also comes with dangers to your mind, heart, and life. I can keep you safe as far as you will let me.\" \n\n\"Why are there no male staff?\" The quietest one asks. \n\n\"Finally, a good question. The mother of my soon to be first born is a Gorgon. Her powers do not work on women. I will have male staff but they will not set foot on this side of the bridge without good reason and an escort. I have enough statues already.\" Nameless says pointing over at the seawall where Crys collection is standing. \n\n\"Are those really people?\" One of the asks in a shaky voice. \n\n\"Everyone of them.\" Nameless says, \"You have a choice to make. If you choose to stay, you will answer to Oasis, Mistress of the House. I have other matters to get to so direct questions to her. Huntress come along.\" \n\nThe women watch as the three powerful demon women fall in step behind him. Oasis steps forward and introduces herself to all of their amazement, seeing she is human and just as nude. Nameless climbs the stairs to his research library and study. Scelene bows as Tempis bounces over to kiss his cheek before stepping out on the balcony and taking to wing. \n\n\"Scelene, how are things going up here?\" Nameless asks. \n\n\"They are interested. I haven't told them the last parts but you instructed me not to so the floor is yours my Lord.\" Scelene says. \n\n\"Do they meet the requirement?\" Nameless asks stepping in front of them. \n\n\"Yes, Lord.\" Scelene says bowing again. \n\n\"Stay. Ladies, I am flattered that all of you would give your virtue to me. I however will not be taking it. It is yours and I would not be a husband to any of you. That said I will ask that you share yourselves with my Huntress.\" Nameless says gesturing to the demoness standing at the other side of the room. \n\n\"I can't be with a woman like that. I find it sickening.\" One of then says making no attempt to cover herself now. The others stay silent but nod agreement with her words. \n\n\"Ladies, Scelene has spoken to you. She has touched your minds, gently, politely, and all of you have strong wills. She wears clothing. Does that not give rise to any questions. It should because she is my darkest secret. I will admit to the king I am a demon Lord, I will admit to another demon Lord I lay with a fish woman. Forgoing the fact she is a Queen of Mer-folk just to turn up their noses. But I will share with you what I will tell only the most trusted of my house. Scelene your ring.\" Nameless says holding his hand to her. \n\n\"Yes, lord.\" She says before taking off the ring and setting it in his hand. \n\nHer face changes, body reforms, and the true Illithid shape of her stands at his shoulder. The three of them recoil from them half a step. Nameless hands the ring back and once returned to her finger her shape shifting is returned to the alluring woman they have spoken to. Nameless walks to his private wine rack and takes down a bottle. \n\n\"I am not asking that you have sex or sleep with my huntress. I am asking that you be their vessels.\" He starts to explain as he opens the wine, \"My Huntress travel far to hunt those I deem a hazard to the Empire, Crown, life in general. There are times I need to see what they see, but have no way of going myself. A crystal ball can only do so much.\" \n\n\"Is this the oracle thing you spoke of Scelene?\" The living twin asks. \n\nShe nods, Nameless fills four glasses before continuing, \"As Scelene said, you would be oracle to a huntress. You would be a living link to them for me. As a demon lord I could make this link myself but they would be hurt by my doing so. If they link to one of you, they would be unharmed and you would be guarded by their aura. At the end of your service your virtue will still be yours to bestow on a worthy mate and your choice of socially well off would be greater. As would the treasury I would bestow on you for doing this service to my house.\" \n\n\"But that seems unbelievable, what's the catch?\" the living twin asks. \n\n\"You would feel what they feel when linked. Pleasure and pain. You can't be wounded or deflowered by it but the sensations would all be there. It would also require you to drink a drop of blood from one of the huntress. Not mixed in wine or hidden in food. Fresh from the tip of a pricked finger to your tongue. I have read this is very pleasurable for one so gifted. Omneu is a soul reaper and Scelene an Illithid. You health and soul will be guarded for as long as you are oracle, and a friend of House Nameless is one for life. If in twenty years you need help. We will be there to help. But I will not hold you in a life of servitude for the rest of your lives either. Three to five years if you wish to serve longer but no more. In return 10,000 crowns a year and a life time of friendship from a house of many realms and powerful members.\" He says handing each of them a glass of sweet red wine. \n\n\"Won't a demons blood change us?\" One asks. \n\n\"That is what limits how long you can be an oracle.\" Omneu says. \n\n\"We, Omneu and I will keep watch over your bodies and souls. I am an alchemist and can reverse the affects before they endanger your health or soul.\" Scelene says. \n\n\"And as you are agreeing to this union, and they aren't forcing they wills over you, the usual damages inflicted will be minimized to near nothing if not completely eliminated. You will gain enhanced sight and hearing, those effects will be semipermanent. Meaning even after you take the potion to give up the oracle power, your eyesight and hearing will be markedly better than that of a normal human.\" Nameless says finishing his wine in one swallow. \n\n\"Nameless, Crys wants to see you, now.\" Nix says visibly shaken. \n\n\"Ladies, think it over. I have an important matter to see to at this moment.\" Nameless says already walking towards the stairs. \n\nNe makes his way quickly to Crys quarters. The door is open a crack and mewing of a baby can be heard coming from behind it. He opens the door to find Crys lounging on her bed nursing a baby. Her eyes meet his and she moves the baby's sheet to show him it's his son. His mind tilts. Gorgon don't bare male Gorgon, she smiles seeing his confusion. \n\n\"Your son is a Meader, male Gorgon. He will have powers such as yours. To and from stone. He will not be held to gender as Gorgon. He will not gain his eyes for seven years. You will have to give him guidance and a code of family to follow. I would ask you what name should we give our son?\" Crys says with the sweetest of smiles. \n\nNameless steps quickly to her bed and kisses her passionately. \"I didn't think of any names for boys. Guess I should have. I will find a proper name for our son. He is beautiful, like his mother.\" \n\n\"He is a little fiend like his father. I need a little taste myself soon. But once he sleeps I need rest. Will you come to us after the sun sets?\" She asks. \n\n\"I will come to you whenever you need, sweet Gorgon.\" Nameless says brushing her hair from her face and kissing her again. \n\n\"Take care of the house. Come to me after sunset and bring meat and cock. Cock being the more important of the two.\" She purrs. \n\n\"I understand. I'll make sure to be ready for that.\" Nameless says before caressing her cheek and heading for the door. \n\nNix is waiting on the other side, \"She had a boy?\" \n\n\"Yeah, imagine that. Paint me happy, confuse, and in need of a good name for my son.\" He answers. \n\n\"Does this change the plans?\" Nix asks. \n\n\"Not in the least. It means we need to get it done and be ready for any would be freaks wanting to make a name by stealing my child. How is Renee doing with the new armor?\" Nameless asks. \n\n\"She hardly looks like the alu-fiend you brought back with you. Hell, she makes me wet just watching her. You sure she's goblin blood?\" Nix asks fidgeting. \n\n\"Yes she's goblin blood, with a little Nameless magic body sculpting. She really makes you wet? Thought your Nixie blood was all about getting a man.\" Nameless asks heading back up the stairs. \n\n\"This from the freak that got a cock whore angel addicted to sucking drow woman cock. Sometimes I think you just walk the world to bring about sexual chaos. What you going to do for your next trick? Stripper trolls with big weepy tits that make men slaves at a taste of their milk?\" Nix asks sarcastically. \n\n\"Why waste all the time. I have succubus and you.\" Nameless says grinning. \n\n\"You fucking asshole.\" She says. \n\n\"Careful, get to bitchy, I'll chain fuck you stupid.\" He threatens. \n\n\"Tried that, you didn't do it right.\" Nix says turning to the main room flashing him her ass. \n\n\"You're just that strong. I loved it and so did you puddle slut.\" He sneers back at her. \n\nShe hisses at him getting a laugh from Oasis. \"You shut up.\" She complains getting another laugh. \n\nStepping back in the library all the women have agreed to be oracle. Omneu has them paired off and standing in a ritual bonding circle. Each pair in a smaller circle within the larger one. The Crystal ball stands in the center and the huntress stand behind their oracle wrapping her wings around the woman in front of her. The only part of the ritual missing is Nameless himself. \n\nHe steps to the crystal ball placing his hands on it. Calling down his feral power from the crystalline tree in the ceiling and powers the bonding glyph on the floor. The huntress poke their finger with their thumbnail and give a drop of blood to their oracle. The reactions are rapid. He sends forth his chains and stuffs the snatches of the huntress. The huntress race to orgasm, feeding those sensations to the oracle in their arms. Each pair orgasms in unison holding each other to stay standing. \n\n\"Let them catch their breath and recheck them to make sure no one has been harmed. I will come back up in a bit to finish the magics once we know all are safe.\" Nameless says to Omneu and Scelene. \n\n\"Interestingly, all of the oracle eyes have changed.\" Omneu says pointing. \n\nNameless looks, the women now have elliptic pupils like a cats. He tilts his head but makes no comment before heading down stairs. Nix though hissing had gone about her task of introducing the new staff women to the rest of the islands kaleidoscope of residents. The four of them look like them will implode if they don't fuck something soon. \n\n\"Ladies, now that you have had a minute to think about your positions. What is your decision?\" Nameless asks. \n\nTwo pledge themselves to the house barely taking a breath. The other to pledge but with a little more restraint. He grins and before they realize he has a thick dildo stuffed in the wet pussies. One girl gushes instantly in orgasm. Another two moan humping back at the thick warm intrusion into there depths, seeking sweet release for themselves as well. The last groans back staggers back so that it falls out of her quivering depths. She looks at him with a mix of anger and disappointment. She stands back up proudly but before she can speak Nameless step in front of her. \n\n\"I apologize. It is rare to find someone with your level of self respect. I will never do that to you again without asking. May I give you pleasure, pretty lady?\" He ask taking her hand. \n\n\"Yes, Lord. I would like to be pleasured and given a choice. If there isn't a choice, we are no better then slaves or whores.\" She say spreading her feet further apart. \n\n\"You will be handmaiden to my chambers and friend to my lovers. They will teach you many things if you wish to learn them. What is your name?\" Nameless asks as the other three moan and pant on the floor. \n\n\"Palena, of Thornbrook.\" She says. \n\n\"A pleasure to have you in my house, Palena of Thornbrook.\" He says sliding a thick dildo deeply into her quivering depths. \n\nShe holds his eyes with hers as the rhythmic pistoning into her depths gives great pleasure. She moans as her body goes limp and he steps quickly to catch her. Nix shakes her head. A fainter. Surely the joke of having a slut for every sin has to be true now. Nameless lays her on one of the lounges before heading down to the seawall. \n\n\"So you fucked them all into Nameless sex zombies yet?\" Cross asks in a condescending tone. \n\n\"Shut up or I'll make sure no one fucks you for a week.\" Nameless growls back at her. \n\n\"You're in a mood. What's the deal?\" Cross asks. \n\n\"I have a son.\" He says proudly. \n\n\"Really! That's ... How?\" Cross asks. \n\n\"Crys had the baby, it's a boy.\" Nameless says as she falls in step beside him. \n\n\"I got that part. But I thought Gorgon, like most mythic women, only had female children.\" Cross says. \n\n\"The baby isn't Gorgon, he's Meader. Meaning he will be able to petrify and unpetrify. Have you seen Renee or the dirty pair?\" He asks. \n\n\"Renee is up on the cliff top chatting with Clue. As far as the dirty pair, still in their room fucking. They do that four to eight times a day. You're so evil.\" Cross says with a hint of mischief. \n\n\"Fine. Go up and ask Renee to come down here.\" Nameless says stepping up the gang plank. \n\nHe walks to the Captain's quarters and pushes the doors open without knocking. Evelena kneels in front of the vanity, her legs spread allowing his eyes to note the puffy torchered state of her pussy and reddened pucker. The rest of her is pristine, not a hair out of place or mark on her porcelain skin. She glares at him in the mirror. \n\nUnisilix is a sweaty disheveled heap, panting on the bed. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused. Her glistening skin has a scent that sends blood rushing to his thickening manhood. Eve turns sensing the heat rise in his male parts. It's like she is a walking erection detector. \n\n\"If I were mortal she'd have fucked me to death twice over by now. You need to do something with her cause I do have things I want to do.\" Evelena complains. \n\n\"I said I was sorry. It's my season, and it only happens bad like this ever five years or so. I think the worst has past.\" Uni says in a half moan. \n\n\"That's what you said yesterday morning before pounding me in the ass for an hour straight.\" Eve shrieks getting red in the face. \n\n\"You didn't think to invite an audience?\" Nameless asks, make her bare her wings while the Grelesk watch, so they could cheer you on and make it feel even more intense.\" \n\n\"I can't think when I smell her sweet sex and have a thick throbbing hard on in her begging mouth. She did it to herself, throating my morning wood like that.\" Uni says stretching and rubbing her dark nippled tits. \n\n\"Well if fucking isn't sating your drives enough, getting fucked should.\" Nameless says. \n\n\"Pound her cross eyed. Make her pussy ache!\" Eve all but orders. \n\n\"I don't want to get knocked up or I'd have done that already.\" Uni says mournfully. \n\n\"You could have used the drow toys on her Eve. Even as a fallen angel you're that prissy? I'll have to keep that in mind. Uni, Conium would be willing to give it to you with toys. And she's a succubus so it'll fell really good. Should I call her? I can even make it an order so it feels dirtier.\" Nameless says. \n\n\"Maybe after lunch.\" Uni says rolling over to wag her ass at him. \n\n\"You're a fucking pervert.\" Evelena says rubbing her nipples to get them hard. \n\n\"I didn't say I'd make them do in of the floor of the main hall so everyone could watch. Unless you want it that way, Uni. I'll even chain Eve to the wall where she has to watch too.\" Nameless says getting moans from the both of them. \"Evening entertainment, sounds good.\" \n\n\"You wouldn't dare!\" Eve snaps verbally but the sweeping nectar of her pussy tells the truth of it. \n\n\"Evelena, if you don't relent on the insults I'll chain you to the ground, drizzle oil over your ass, and let the Grelask take turns pumping it full of demon seed. I'd even go so far as making sure you couldn't hide you angelic nature. Giving the rest of the angels a real show of how fucking into it you are.\" Namless says letting the door close before something else spilled from her perverse mouth. \n\nReaching the side of the boat he finds that Conium is standing at the foot of the gang plank. Her shirt pulled open baring her tits as her hand is stuffed down the front of her dress obviously rubbing herself. Renee stands further back waiting and not wanting to get infected by the over whelming scent of horny Conium is exuding. \n\n\"I won't fuck you, so don't ask. How well versed are you with drow sex toys?\" Nameless asks not breathing to deeply. \n\n\"You wanna be pegged?\" Conium asks stopping all of her she pleasuring. \n\n\"No, I wanna see you fuck Unisilix into a purry puddle of drow sex pudding.\" Nameless says, \"So you better get well versed in the use of those toys before dinner. Do it well and I'll pump you full of cum.\" \n\nShe shudders as the flow of her nectar becomes clearly visible on the front of her dress. Nameless waves for Renee to fall into step behind him as he stalks to the barracks to inform Enigmus of the evenings entertainment. The muscle laden champion sits comfortably in his chambers. \n\n\"Enigmus, I come to tell you there will be entertainment this evening. I have a show in mind and a promise.\" Nameless says. \n\n\"I would be honor to share in it my Lord.\" Enigmus says. \n\n\"Good to hear, because the angels tone and disrespect ware on my nerves. The drow is in season and the succubus with be pleasuring her as we watch. The angel will be chained to the wall and made to watch as well. If she is mouthy and disruptive enough to anger me, I'll left you have her for the night.\" Nameless says. \n\n\"Lord, is it wrong to hope she is a mouthy ignorant slut so I can have her?\" he asks. \n\n\"Enigmus, if you didn't have those thoughts I would fear you had been rendered beyond repairable with terminal stupid.\" Nameless says getting a hearty laugh from the Balor. \"Renee will come to get you when the evening entertainment is soon to begin. Until then Gladiator.\" \n\nHe walks back into the villa keeping Renee at his side. Walking through the main room all the women give a nod but say nothing. Walking to Crys door he knocks gently. Crys indicates it is alright to enter. He opens the door and brings Renee into the room with him. Crys and Nix lay on the bed with the baby between them. \n\n\"Crys, Renee will serve you as handmaiden for as long as you need. Nix, I see you just can't stay away from the house males. I would name the boy, Derius. And when he gains magic, he can take the mage name Havoc. What do you ladies think?\" Nameless says, \"If the king accuses me of letting Havoc loose I can say, ain't he cute knocking over all those stupid cults.\" Nameless says getting giggles from all the women in the room, even Renee. \n\n\"You're hopeless, you know this?\" Nix asks. \n\n\"Nah, just Nameless. You stay here, if she needs anything, need I say more?\" Nameless says to Renee. \n\n\"I understand, Lord.\" Renee says bowing slightly. \n\n\"Just remember when the entertianment is about to start to let Enigmus know.\" Nameless says walking from the room and heading back up to the library. \n\nThe oracle are all sitting on cushions with drinks and the Huntress are waiting at attention behind them. Nameless nods as he walks into the room stepping quickly to the crystal ball. In turn he has the oracle stand and place her hands on the ball. He whispers to that ones Huntress and she shimmers into the ether. After a few moments the oracle gasps and the room fills with the landscape around where the Huntress is standing. \n\n\"How do all of you feel?\" Nameless asks. \n\n\"It will take getting used to but fine.\" One answers the other two say similar things. \n\n\"Omneu, Scelene, have them practice. Don't let them over do it. But make sure they are prepared for feeling the unusual. Good and bad. Nothing to horrific but make sure they aren't totally terrified if they see something of hell.\" Nameless says. \"And there is a drow pounding on this evenings entertainment schedule. Everyone is invited.\" \n\n\"You think this kind of thing is appropriate?\" Scelene asks. \n\n\"No, but I'm doing it anyway.\" Nameless says with a shrug. \n\n\"I think it will bring the house closer and give you a chance to speak to everyone about what your plans for the house. Introduce it's new young member. Allow many to see the rest of the members of your house. As a Lord, individually they trust you but learning to trust each other in service to your house requires knowing each other.\" Omneu rattles. \n\n\"Yeah, yeah. I hear ya. I'd say keep your pants on but I think most of the staff wants to see you in the house attire of nude.\" Nameless says. \n\n\"You wouldn't really... Lord?\" Omneu says taking half a step back. \n\n\"You're evil in such devious ways, Nameless.\" Scelene says grinning. \n\n\"It takes practice. Help with their practice please.\" Nameless says pointing to the oracles on their pillows. \n\nThey nod and he turns to his office for a few minutes to himself. As a matter of course his house had grown to a sizable number. The need for adding human women had brought up by Tempis of all people. Her keen though often flighty behavior masking the brilliance of the mind behind it. The open message sitting on his desk from Strike requesting a visit to the Dryad didn't sit well with him. \n\n\"You have quite the juggling act going on.\" Aqua says appearing in the chair across from him. \n\n\"Yeah, well you're ass is in the same place Lucifer's was less then a month ago.\" Nameless says. \n\n\"Not going to intimidate me with that kind of thing. I was just stopping to offer a kind word and bring the cute new member of the family a gift.\" She says holding up a cozy looking one-zee. \n\n\"What's on it? I can tell it's enchanted.\" Nameless asks bluntly. \n\n\"Self-cleaning, protection, and tracking with the pinkie ring for mom or you.\" She says. \n\n\"I take it you want a seat for the show later as well?\" He asks darkly. \n\n\"I think until you throw her down and have your way with her personally, her attempts to confront you are only going to get worse. She is a higher being. To serve isn't the issue, it is that as the highest authority of the house you haven't made her your bitch.\" Aqua says. \n\n\"I don't want her. She sleazier than a succubus, lacking in any moral compass, and has an unending want of cock that rivals the rest of the demons in this house combined. She wants pleasure and will throw her body at who ever will fuck it. Even the succubus will return some attention to her partner to see both parties are willingly giving pleasure. Not her. Not a single action to prove she is enjoying and wanting the acts imparted on her flesh.\" Nameless rants. \n\n\"Have you watched her?\" Aqua asks. \n\n\"No. Should I be?\" Nameless asks. \n\n\"Yes, Unisilix could fuck her for hours and it feels good but it ain't getting the job done.\" Aqua says. \n\n\"But she'll suck Uni off at even the hint of getting cock in her pussy.\" Nameless says. \n\n\"All part of the fallen curse.\" Aqua says. \n\n\"Why ya gotta go and tell me something like that. I was going to have the bitch publicly ass fucked by the big dick Balor. This goes against the nature of what it means to be me if she's cursed to be a cunt.\" Nameless says. \"I need a whata bitch needs notebook.\" \n\n\"You care about them?\" Aqua asks. \n\n\"What about you has ever given you a need to ask that fucking question? I mean you sent me to rescue Crys and now I have a son with her. Cross is becoming a free woman even in the enslavement of her demon blood contract to me. Tempis is Tempis but a lovely songstress that deserves affection when I have time to give it. If I don't care about them then what the fuck am I doing building House Lexus into a force to be feared and heralded. You want the world safe for the future. Only someone who sees the needs of other and works to get them that is worth following into hell and back. If I forsake any member of my house hold I am no better then the rest of the sleaze that reign in the pits.\" Nameless rants whole heartedly. \n\nAt my rise in emotion the Huntress feel it and come to his side. Aqua is somewhat taken aback by their fierce presence and brandished weapons. Nameless waves them back before they take up arms against one of the islands patrons. Prizma holds her sisters and nods for them to take up guard positoins around the room. \n\n\"Goddess not to be rude, but withhold information like this again and I won't hold my anger or Huntress in check. Prizma, bring Evelena and Unisilix here if you would please.\" Nameless says stepping to the window and looking out over the cove. \"You may be held to limit to what you can tell me as a mortal and I apologize for loosing my temper. But if an indication there is more to this that I should look for would be helpful. A heads up if at possible?\" Nameless says turning to look at her having a hold on his composure. \n\n\"I had little knowledge of it until she was member of her house.\" Aqua says. \"An angelic has privacy from the gods as arch demons do. I am just as surprised by your son as you, hence the enchanted gift. The rest was more of a test of your resolve and mind set. As a mortal with a demon house, I will have to check that you aren't loosing yourself to the pleasures of feral power.\" \n\n\"I see, and push me to anger is part of that. If I had just fallen to my anger and let them assault you?\" Nameless asks. \n\n\"I would have removed my boon and your juggling act would have become a battle of who you would favor to survive.\" Aqua says coldly. \n\n\"You are right and wrong for doing this. I wanna slap you.\" Nameless says. \n\nPrizma leads the dirty pair into the room. Eve hisses three different obscenities at Aqua before looking over at Nameless and getting sheepish. Uni gives the angel a side glance to see if she was going to burst into flames. Both of them stand looking at Nameless with the same questioning. \n\n\"Is there anything the two of you want to talk about? It has been said there might be a small curse at work? Possibly making things less than what they should be?\" Nameless inquires. \n\nEve turns at Aqua with what may have been vile remarks but Nameless throws a silence spells over her mouth. Uni grins before fainting. A mental summons to Scelene brings the Illithid to the room quickly. Evelena drops the mean act and stays at Unisilix side. It turns out to be dehydration. I little potion and a few pitchers of water she looks and feels a lot better. \n\n\"What am I going about the two of you? Seriously?\" Nameless asks. \n\nEve tilts her head pointing at her mouth. \n\n\"Leave it, she's easier to be with this way.\" Uni says getting a fiery look from Eve. \n\n\"I can't do that and you know it.\" Nameless says dropping the spell. \n\n\"There is nothing you can do to remove the fallen curse. Trying would only be a waste.\" Evelena says stepping away from the desk and Uni. \n\n\"I am a Demon Lord, powerful mage, and freak collector of the it shouldn't-couldn't-wouldn't. I say given time, there isn't a damn thing I can't figure out.\" Nameless says. \n\n\"Why would you...\" Eve starts to say. \n\n\"You're a member of this house!\" Nameless snaps at her. \"It doesn't matter that you are cursed, broken, hunted, or told you are worthless. When you join this house and promise to do what you can to aid it, regardless if it is a small thing or a great service. This house will make it's own the best they can be. Heal, uncurse, give tools and offer the strength of it members to all. We are better together and if one of us is held back by something, all of us suffer for it.\" \n\nEveryone looks at him in stunned silence. \n\n\"Gather everyone on the main floor. There is more to be said and I think everyone should here it.\" Nameless says walking for the staircase. \"We'll discuss the curse later.\" \n\nHe descends the stairs to Crys rooms. \"May I enter?\" He asks. \n\n\"Yes, it isn't after sunset.\" Crys says with giggling as accompaniment. \n\nHe steps in the room and offers Aqua's gift for the baby to Crys, \"Would it be safe to introduce him to the rest of the house?\" He asks. \n\n\"You're not going to pass him around.\" Crys says. \n\n\"No, he will stay with his mother. I just have things to say to the house and him being there would make things more understandable to all parties and keep me from looking pompous.\" Nameless says. \n\n\"We'll be there. I take it we are gathering up now?\" Crys asks. \n\n\"Yes, while my sight is clear and thinking isn't focused on five things. The members of this house need to know what that means and how we need to be to the rest of the worlds.\" Nameless says. \n\n\"We will be there. But you will still be here tonight?\" Crys asks. \n\n\"I will.\" Nameless says kissing her cheek and heading back to the main floor. \n\nAll the members of the house gather and Caldoria attends with her mother. The looks as some of those gathered at others standing respectfully is almost enough to cause him laughter. He steps to Enigmus's side. \n\n\"Champion, I have had to postpone the entertainment I originally planned. I hope it doesn't disappoint to greatly. Your victories for the house deserve a pleasurable reward. I will see that you have one.\" Nameless says to the axe baring warrior. \n\n\"I look forward to it Lord.\" Enigmus says. \n\nA few coos from other females off the staff as Crys carried Derius to the side where most of the women of me harem gathered. The last to make her way in is Tempis. She bounces past him kissing his cheek but not stopping. She settles beside Crys and the baby holding a hand to Crys holding a number of gold chains. Nameless focuses on the larger gathering letting the need to watch his child in his mothers care wait until later. \n\n\"Now that we are all gathered I have things that need to be said. House Lexus is a demon house and I am it's Lord. I wasn't tricked or forced to take it. I did so of my own freewill. I have my soul and trade souls of those taken by the Huntress and other of the demon house. First, Lexus as a House doesn't slaughter without cause or kill for the pleasure of killing. Lexus is only part of the greater House of Nameless. Not a lesser part, just viewed from a different window.\" Nameless begins. \n\"Why make it a point of pitting it that may, Lord?\" Omneu asks. \n\n\"To give everyone here a choice. Those of Lexus have pledged themselves to Lexus. The House of Nameless is what the mortal world will see. The House of Lexus is the one that the other Houses of Hell will see. We can be both but only of we choose to be. I will tell you I am Corsort and Sire of a child to the Royal line of the Mer-clan within this Cove.\" \n\n\"And father of the Heir of Lexus, Prince Derius of the Lost Island.\" Crys says rocking the baby gently in her arms. \n\n\"We of Lexus pledge to the Lord of Lexus his heir will follow him to the throne of Lexus.\" Prizma says taking a knee which all of the house do following her lead. \n\n\"Thank you members of Lexus, your loyalty to the house is respected and appreciated. Stand please. This is what I have tried to build. A House that is greater than just a Lord and his minions. In this House we have members of many realms, not just Hell. The realms of Fhay are willing members of my household. Those of the Underdark have willing allied themselves to the House. Not taken by force but welcomed in as equals. Only two members in this room were taken. Conium, I tricked you into pledging to house Lexus. If I were to offer it to you, would you want your freedom?\" Nameless asks. \n\n\"I don't want to go. Your cunning snared me but your generosity has earned more than just my respect it has earned my loyalty.\" Conium says. \"I don't want to be sent away.\" \n\n\"My loves are my harem. Those that helped me seethe beauty this world is capable of. This House regardless of name will protect that. The realms of hell think the mortal realm is there hunting ground. Those that they infect are the ones we hunt and claim the souls of. Killers, slavers, and those evil in ways only freewilled humans can sink to. These are better as the coin of our house than left to hurt and kill the innocent. Sex is also coin of this house. Love is not coin. There are a number of women in this house I love and they love me. To join this elite group will require time and understanding. I will spend company in my bed with others that have earned sex with their Lord.\" \n\n\"I'm still waiting, Lord.\" Renee says hungrily. \n\nA few snickers but no gasps of disgust. He continues, \"I am the Lord because you are the House. No one is less valued then any others. We have a Champion and because there was no introduction his victories have gone uncelebrated. This must end. We share is the victories and lend aid to others so that we do not fail. I am but a face, all of you are the power of this House. I will not forget this and I will hope all of you learn that together we can do great things. Stand regally for those of the other realms to see and wish they were. House Nameless, do we stand together?\" He asks sternly. \n\nThere is a resounding cheer and the party begins. Enigmus is flirted up so much he isn't sure what to do with himself. The respectful approach to Crys by members of the house to see the little Prince. Crys looks so happy she could weep. Tempis bounces over and leans close. \n\n\"Now it's my turn.\" She whispers in Nameless's ear pat her abdomen. \n\n\"You are with little bird?\" Nameless asks. \n\n\"I wasn't sure at first but Scelene checked and yes, I do.\" Tempis says kissing his cheek and scooting away to tell the other ladies of the harem. \n\n\"Nameless, you're unbelievable one of a kind.\" Strike says from over his shoulder. \n\n\"Where's your life?\" Nameless asks. \n\n\"Doing what all women do when there is a baby in the room, being girly.\" Strike points towards the gathered women around the baby. His little eyes dart from boobies to boobies. \n\n\"How things going with the two of you?\" Nameless asks. \n\n\"Good. Learning to walk again was interesting.\" Strike says. \n\n\"I take it there was lots of fucking?\" Nameless asks rhetorically. \n\n\"Room service was afraid she was going to jump them too. Four days. What else did you do to her when you put her soul back in? Her opinions on sex have changed 500%.\" Strike asks. \n\n\"You try being dead for a few years then ask me that. I didn't do anything to your wife.\" Nameless says. \"Are you really complaining? Is you drunk?\" \n\n\"No, just worried about what she'll ask about after this little shin-dig.\" Strike says pointing at Crimson talking with Stilette and Unisilix. \n\n\"There is a girl pile you could die in.\" Nameless says. \n\n\"Hence the worry.\" Strike says. \n\n\"I have little sympathy for you. You love her and she loves you. Everything else is trust. Or is it you don't yourself? Can't help you there either.\" Nameless says giving him a smirk. \n\n\"You fucking evil.\" Strike says. \n\n\"Never claimed not to be.\" Nameless says walking away from his stunned silence at the remark. \n\nMe made a quick circle of the room to see how a few of the staff were handling the news before settling next to Crys and the baby. Derius is sleeping in her arms when he sits down. She smiles at him and leans close to kiss him. They make their way to Crys chamber. Nix and Renee follow closely behind them. Once in thee room Crys walks to the bed to sit on the side of it. Nix and Renee are ruthless pulling the clothes off of him. \n\nOnce naked Crys beckons him with her finger as the other two discreetly exit the room. He steps over to the bed and she tells him to get in. He adjusts a few pillows and sits in the bed. She hands him Derius who sighs and snuggles onto his chest. She smiles peeling her robes off. She reaches over the bed and grabs his ankles to pull him into a more reclined position. \n\nSlinking on to the bed she pushes his legs apart and settles herself between them. Her purring and teasing of his shaft have it rising to attention quickly. She leans forward kissing the swollen head with gentle affectionate smooches. \n\n\"You have given me a son, Lord. I would be ungrateful if I didn't offer an unwavering pledge in return. I would be a wife to you, if you would have me.\" She says seductively. \n\n\"Your kind don't usually marry. And what of the others? We are more than just a couple.\" Name stammers. \n\n\"Things would not be different with the rest. I would feel more beloved know I have pledged my being to the man that sire my son and named him heir to his legacy. You powerful sexy cock wielder.\" She purrs the last sentence before sucking down his manhood to the base. \n\n\"You are very persuasive.\" He admits then realizing his plight. \n\nWith the baby in his arms he can't paw or grope at her. With Derius sleeping on his chest he can't be overly vocal. He is at her mercy and she is being tender and painfully erotic in her enjoyment of his throbbing member. Her heavy milk laden breasts caressing his thighs as she gently bobs up and down his throbbing shaft. Her eyes hold his with a wanting haze. When she thinks he has earned it she grabs his manhood and focusing her attentions on the crown sucking at it like a street slut. He tries to hold still as his orgasm rages from his cock into her eager mouth. His breathing heavy she drinks itall down. \n\n\"I'll need a few more of those this week.\" She purrs. \n\nHe can only nod in reply. \n\n\"And as far as being your wife, I feel I am already your's. I just need you to understand, my kind eat there mates. I think I eat you really well. Don't you think?\" She smiles taking the baby from him and settling back next to him. \n\n\"I whole heartedly agree. I think I'm going to just lay here for a while. I can't feel my legs.\" He says before his eyes close and the world falls away."
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