Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)
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				Title: <strong>Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>23-09-2013, 19:04:05</strong>
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				St. Elizabeth's School for Girls. The name gave a picture of a boarding school, for young, learning girls...and while the school was a boarding school, it was one for mutants. Being affiliated with the Xavier Academy, the school acted as a safe haven for mutant girls who would come to receive a high school education and beyond, if they chose to stay at the school. One would think that a boarding school for girls wouldn't be so bad, but for Michael (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/Wolfy4225/m_1352397526487_kya_123_225lo-1.jpg~original) it was something of a torment. Dressed in a pleated skirt and a blouse that had the crest of the school upon the breast, he, yes he, blushed softly as he looked down at his large feet. The mutant boy of 17 sighed to himself, his big ears back against the back of his head as he sat in front of the head mistress. "But M-Ma'am...I can't stay here...I'm a boy." He said to her for the 100th time, his hand scratching at his furry elbow. <br><br><br>The head mistress shook her head, "I'm sorry, Michael...But the semester will be starting tomorrow. There's nothing that we can do. You'll just have to fit in and hide what you are until we can transfer you out at the end of the year. Our hands are tied." She said to him simply, "Now please...you've gotten your room assignment. Just go and try to blend in. Meet your room mate, I'm sure she'll take good care of you." The head mistress said to him with a gentle smile. Michael, or Michelle has he was known now, sighed to himself as he stood up with a nod, leaving without a word.<br><br>The campus was alive with activity, girls walking to and fro and passing the mutant boy without a second glance. Some of them had obvious mutations like him, some of them were purely human looking. Michael kind of envied the ones that looked human, though he wasn't put off by his appearance. He slowly approached the dorms and stepped in, heading up to his shared room, number 428. Slipping the key into the lock, Michael entered and put down his suitcase on one of the beds, sitting down. His room mate would probably be along any moment, and he wondered who it would be...sharing a room with a girl, especially when he wasn't one himself, was certainly going to be hard. For once, though, Michael was glad that he had such a feminine appearance...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>23-09-2013, 19:34:28</strong>
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				Emily had been told a few days ago that she would be sharing her room for the first time since she herself got to this school. She was a bit frustrated by the thought that her privacy would be going out the window, and if she was paired with someone noisy or messy she would simply be stirring up hell until she had her room for herself again. She was one of the more popular girls at school, after all this was an all-girls school, so there were no boys allowed. No one to date, no one to cuddle with, but there were ways around that of course. Emily could not really remember what she had once looked like, her power was her ability to change her appearance dramatically at a moments notice, she could turn from one girl into another, or maybe even into a boy - Maybe even to some very hot boy, possibly even as hot as Scott Oversky. If he ever came to visit this school he might be surprised how many girls here were quite intimately familiar with him. Emily liked doing these strange things, it was sort of fun, and she took a great deal of pleasure in it, although she found most of the girls here a bit dull and boring, and none of them <em>really</em> cared about her after all, they just cared about what she could do.<br><br>She saw someone standing in front of the door to her room as she passed around the corner. She tilted her head, peering at her new roommate, deciding on a plan for figuring out just what kind of girl this was.<br>She turned into something as odd as an amber cat, bolting up the hallway. Just before the newcomer could manage to shut the door behind himself, the cat managed to slip past him, entering the room along with him. It walked over to the bed on the obviously occupied side on the room (not that the other side of room wasn't quite occupied as well, but at least the bed itself was empty there.) and it jumped on top of it, tilting it's head as it cuddled up, peering at the newcomer in a strangely eerie way, barely even blinking.<br>She was cute, this new girl, she really was. But there was something.. Strange, about her.. Something that just seemed out of place somehow, something that didn't quite add up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>25-09-2013, 15:53:15</strong>
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				Michael hadn't noticed the cat that slipped past him into the room as he closed the door, but looking around the room he did notice it now. It's Amber fur stood out on the blue blanket of the bed, and he looked at it for a moment, his large ears standing up in surprise before laying back again. "Oh, it's just a cat..." He said to himself, watching the cat cuddle up and stare at him without even blinking. He shook his head and turned away, his skirt ruffling as he laid back on the bed. "Didn't know this school allowed pets....Oh well.." He shook his head and placed his hand over his eyes. For supposedly being a girl, his chest was considerably flat, and if Emily had been able to see under his skirt, she would have noticed immediately a slight bump on his crotch.<br><br>"Stupid school...I don't even belong here..." Michael said to himself, not realizing that the cat was actually his room mate in disguise. "I mean honestly, who makes that kind of mistake? Geez..." He shook his head and sat up again, looking over to the cat, "Where's your owner? I figured she'd be along soon...I was hoping to introduce myself." He said, a timid tone in his voice. He was really dreading his first meeting with his room mate. How were girls supposed to act, after all? He had such a feminine form, but no mannerisms at all! Whoever his room mate was, he would have to try and secretly learn from her as much as he could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>25-09-2013, 16:59:54</strong>
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				Emily, or rather, the cat that she was at the moment, seemed eerily passive to all of Michaels complaints and frustrations, simply watching him as he paced the room, until he dropped into his bed. Then it got up on it's legs, stretching and letting out a drawn out mewl, before it seemed to vanish. Or rather than vanish, something else appeared in it's place, something that one might not have been expecting, considering it had been an amber cat just moments before.<br><strong>"Who are you calling a 'pet'?"</strong><br>Said the girl, lying on her side, looking over at the newcomer, a strangely curious look in her eyes, although nothing particularly pleasant though. She was curious about this newcomer, there was something that just seemed.. Wrong.&nbsp; Why would she be saying that she didn't belong here? That it was a mistake? She was clearly a mutant, so what else was wrong?<br><strong>"I'm Emily, mind telling me who you are?"</strong><br>She asked, shifting her bead, rising up into a sitting position, looking over at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>25-09-2013, 17:07:51</strong>
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				Michael heard the sound of the transformation before looking over to find a girl where the cat had been before, laying on her side. She asked him who he was calling a pet, and Michael jumped back on his bed, landing on the other side with an audible thump. "Ow!" He shouted, slowly sitting up and rubbing the back of his head where it had struck the floor. He looked at Emily for a moment, before slowly crawling back onto the bed, blushing. "S-Sorry...you surprised me.." He said with a small blush, his fluffy tail wavering timidly. "Who I am?...I'm Micha-I-I mean Michelle!" He said, glad that his voice was sufficiently feminine to pass without any kind of acting. <br><br>He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, keeping his skirt firmly covering his crotch as he moved on the bed. "I-I guess you're my room mate, Emily." Michael said with a soft, timid smile. "It's nice to meet you...I hope we can get along this year." He held out his hand to her, wondering if girls ever shook hands the way that guys did...did they high five? Fist-bump? He was quickly realizing that, not being one himself, he was completely unaware of even the smallest detail of female life! This year was going to be a trainwreck!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>25-09-2013, 18:37:19</strong>
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				Emily kept up her facade, simply staring at him as though her face had just about as much emotion as a brick wall. Perhaps a brick wall might even have seemed romantic, compared to her attitude right now. She listened as he explained who he was, or at least tried to do so, still he just seemed so very odd. Micha? Misha? What was he getting at, and how did you make such a mistake if your name was something like Michelle? There was no 'a' in Michelle, so.. Was this newcomer just a bit dumb?<br>She didn't seem to care about his impressive acrobatics display before either, simply looking even less amused when he decided to do some kind of backwards roll over the bed. She could swear that she had seen his underwear when he did it though, accident or not. She had seen his panties, and something looked very out of the ordinary, but she hadn't gotten a good enough look to tell just what, it was just something looming at the back of her head - This wasn't an ordinary girl.<br><br>Emily's eyes dropped to the hand that was being stretched out to her for a moment, and then simply ignored it as it sat there.<br><strong>"No, you are <em>my</em> room mate."</strong><br>She said back in a slightly bored tone, before rolling over on her bed, lying down on her back, staring up at the ceiling, not even bothering to look directly at the newcomer anymore. It would almost seem that Emily was just as annoyed as Michael with this predicament, although for different reasons entirely. She didn't like the idea of loosing her personal space, loosing her hide-out, and the place her 'friends' came to visit whenever she wanted to have fun. Emily did have a rather.. Physical, way of having fun though.<br><strong>"Don't touch my things. Don't be noisy. The bathroom is over there,&nbsp; clean up after yourself."</strong><br>She instructed him as she pulled out her cellphone, browsing through her messages.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>25-09-2013, 18:48:20</strong>
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				Michael's hand fell down as Emily ignored it, and he looked at her for a moment as she said, in a slightly bored tone, that he was HER room mate, as if he was some kind of possession. She seemed to not like him already, for whatever reason. He listened to her as she laid down on her back, telling him what to do and where the bathroom was as she pulled out a cell phone. Michael slowly stood up, and nodded. "F-Fine...I'll make sure to clean up after myself..." He said, moving towards the bathroom with grace known only to a man. He pulled the bathroom door shut and went to pee, sighing as he pulled his panties down. "Stupid panties...I wish I didn't have to wear these..." He muttered to himself, which could be heard of Emily had a cat's enhanced hearing. There was some small shuffling sounds as Michael moved his cock back into place so that it didn't show too badly against his panties, and he entered the room again, his tail wiggling. "So...what do you do for fun?" He asked Emily casually, trying to strike up a conversation with the unfriendly girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>26-09-2013, 11:55:50</strong>
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				Emily laid back, staring at her phone, browsing through her text messages for the time being. She was a reasonably popular girl around here, but the fact that it was pretty much all superficial wasn't lost on her either, she wasn't that stupid. Most of the other girls liked her because of the fact that she could be and do whatever they might want. She more often than not enjoyed it, but really she didn't consider most of those girls 'friends' in the true sense of the words. It was more like some kind of mutual therapy, and today her inbox was actually rather empty, with no offers that really inspired her to bother getting out of bed and going there.<br>Still she could hear this new 'girl' out in the bathroom, moving her phone away from her line of sight for a moment as she listened to the mutterings coming from the bathroom. Stupid panties? What on earth was up with this weirdo? Of course she had to go and get herself a room mate, and of course it had to be some insane weirdo talking to her panties.<br><br>As Michael re-entered the room, she was just plain lying on her back, peering at him as he spoke to her. She sighed, shrugging carelessly.<br><strong>"I have sex. Either with others or with myself."</strong><br>She replied rather carelessly, no hint of shame or embarrassment in her voice as she said it. Emily was probably what most people would consider a nymphomaniac, her sexual appetite, once she got going, was somewhere near insatiable. She simply just couldn't help herself. Actually it had started around her early teenage years, along with her power activating. Some mutant psychiatrist had suggested that might be some kind of hormonal imbalance, caused by her ever-shifting genes, and the fact that she could in an instant re-arrange her DNA to correspond with anything or anyone. She couldn't just change her body after all, she could essentially <em>become</em> another person, to the point where only her personality and consciousness was all that one could use to tell her apart from someone else. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>26-09-2013, 16:08:48</strong>
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				"S-Sex?" Michael said with a small stutter, trying to keep his voice even as he came to sit on his bed and smoothed down his skirt. Poor Michael was a virgin at such things, and the tremor in his voice would certainly give it away to Emily, who was likely used to virgins if she really had sex that much. He laid back on his bed, his skirt riding up a little bit without him noticing, looking up at the ceiling. "No movies? Music?" He asked her gently, running a hand through his soft hair. His eyes, bright blue and innocent, looked over to his room mate to watch her gently. He thought about how cute she looked, and how hard it was going to be to keep his secret around her, a secret that was already close to being revealed by his skirt that had rode up his thighs, showing his panties underneath!
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				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>26-09-2013, 19:33:19</strong>
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				Emily turned slightly in her bed, twisting her head to better be able to see her new room mate as he went to lie down on his own bed. The way he mad stuttered the word 'sex' made it clear that this was not his most comfortable subject. She wondered what might be the cause of that - Was he just plain shy? Was he perhaps a virgin? Embarrassed quite easily be these kinds of things, blushing and stuttering just at the mention of sex?<br>Either way, something was starting to wake up inside of Emily, something that she had not expected to feel this soon after being so frustrated - A wholly different kind of frustration, an itch that was so sweet to scratch.<br><br><strong>"Sure, loads. I like to listen to music whilst having sex. I like to watch movies."</strong><br>She said, turning again in her bed, peering over at the TV they had in their room. She used it quite often, and it was placed in such a way that it was visible from both beds. She looked outside through the window, and she could see that it was beginning to grow darker. The noise from outside had also started dying down - No doubt all of the younger students who had been out playing for most of the day had been called in to do their homework before bedtime.<br>She peered over at him as he laid there on his back, his skirt slowly riding up. She was quite curious about his fur, drawn to it, if you would. It looked very soft, very pleasant. She had posed as different kinds of furry creatures before, just like that cat from earlier, but she had never actually been the one <em>feeling</em> the fur before, the one close to it, feeling it rub against ones body and everything. And he seemed to be a virgin.. So curious. And then his panties, something about them, something about what little amount of crotch that she could actually see from here really starting to get to her.<br><strong>"Should I put on a movie?"</strong><br>She asked with a sigh, doing an incredible job of masking her emotions and intentions. It came with years of training, not showing what you were feeling and thinking at any time. It would ruin the illusion that you were someone else, if you retaining all your own little ticks and twists.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 06:28:47</strong>
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				Michael heard the sigh in her voice and wondered if he was really inconveniencing her. He turned on his side, his skirt falling a little further up to reveal his panties, and his rabbit tail flicked. "Well you don't have to...but..it would be nice." He said with a gentle, innocent smile. Emily had mentioned sex twice, as if it was something that she did so casually...but Michael had never done it once. The poor boy had never even masturbated in his life, since his furry hands always felt a little weird...he had also come from a slightly conservative family, though Michael had no qualms about sex before marriage or anything, he had just never attracted anyone at all with his feminine looks..aside from the confused lesbian. Emily seemed like the kind of cute girl that would be hard to get along with...if only because he felt he would likely have an erection 24/7 around her! "I'd like a comedy, if you have one..." He said innocently, though he figured with her talk of sex, the movies she likely had were all porn movies, something that would cause him to blush and turn quickly away!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 17:35:03</strong>
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				Emily got out of her bed when 'Michelle' agreed to watching a movie. She threw him a quick glance, raising an eyebrow as he asked about whether or not they could watch a comedy. She went over to her closet and opened it, she then pulled out the drawer containing her DvD collection. It was an impressive and possibly quite interesting collection if one happened to be into some very.. Physical, films.<br><strong>"I don't have any comedy."</strong><br>She said carelessly as she browsed through her DvD's pulling one out, and then walking over to the TV. It was placed so that they could both see it from their respective sides of the room, and moment later she had it turned on, fiddling with the dvd player. She took hold of the remote control and went back to her bed, lying down on her back and pressing the 'on' button, followed by 'play.'<br><br>The TV flickered into life, soft music playing in the background as the title rolled past them. It all seemed innocent enough to begin with, the title being 'Scott Oversky, the Candid Collection'. Then the picture came on, and it seemed to be some kind of private recording, a large, muscly and to be fair, highly attractive man with a mutation on dissimilar to Michaels, was leaning over a strange girl. She was blushing and squirming, letting out sweet little moans of pleasure as the man, no doubt the so-called Scotts fingers toyed with her sex. Her lower body was like that of a large snake, her tail and her upper body splitting at what would have been her hips, her sex hidden in this strange nook.<br>They were being quite graphic about it all, especially when this girl was moment later blushing and moaning as she tried to take the mans rather large penis into her mouth.<br><br>Emily seemed to barely even care about the fact that there was a porno rolling on the TV screen, in this room with a stranger. She was simply watching it, seemingly far more interested in the movie on the screen than in anything else in the room, including Michael.<br>She bit her lower lip softly as her hands began slowly roaming on her own body, letting out a low sigh as her hands reached for her chest through her shirt, softly squeezing her breasts through the fabric. Then her hands moved down further, pulling up her own skirt. Beneath it she was wearing some rather cute, striped panties, her legs covered in black leggings.<br>Her right hand wasted no time in finding it's way under the elastic bands that held up her leggings and her underwear, and with a cute moan she seemed to find her goal, lifting her bottom off of the bed as her hand obviously moved inside of her panties. It seemed like she didn't even care that she was doing something like this in front of a complete stranger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 17:53:05</strong>
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				Michael was disappointed that she didn't have any comedies, though he was curious to see what kind of DVD's she did have. He watched as Emily placed the DVD into the player and went back to her bed, laying back and flipping the movie on. It started up normally enough, but soon the screen was filled with a large furry man rubbing the sex of a snake-like girl, and Michael realized that Emily had casually put on a mutant porno. His cheeks burned on his fur, and he found himself unable, for the moment, to turn away...then he noticed what Emily was doing, and his eyes couldn't help but follow her hands as she gripped her own breasts, before moving down. Her skirt was pulled up, and her hands slipped under the waistband of her cute striped panties, and her cute moan made Michael finally turn away, a blush on his cheeks. "E-Emily!" He said, his hands suddenly between his legs and covering his crotch, trying to hide a large erection as the head of his cock poked out of his panties. "W-What are you doing?!" He said incredulously, unable to believe that she would just start masturbating in front of him!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 18:19:27</strong>
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				Emily moaned softly, one of her hands now squeezing her breasts through her shirt, whilst she pushed her lower body upwards, her hand still working hers under her panties, the tight fabric giving away how her fingers were pushing into herself, two at a time, in and out, causing her to squirm and moan softly. <br>She turned her head as Michael called out to her, asking her what she was doing. She had never been a shy person, and she honestly didn't care if anyone watched her like this - In fact it sort of just made it all better, especially when he was reacting like he was. She saw his own hands in his groin, wondering why he was even asking, obviously still thinking that he was a girl. <br><strong>"Well, what are <em>you</em> doing?"</strong><br>She asked as she looked at him, pulling her hand out of her panties, letting go of her breasts and sitting up in her bed, before she rose to her feet.<br><br>She was walking towards him, and without giving him much time to react she crawled into his bed and settled behind behind him.<br><strong>"Why don't you just relax? I won't live with some stern virgin Mary, so just.. Let me make you feel better."</strong><br>She whispered to him, before her lips shamelessly wrapped themselves around the edge of one of his fluffy ears, while she pressed her body against his own from behind. Her hands reached around him to his front, caressing his chest, tugging his shirt upwards shamelessly rubbing her hands over his tummy, feeling his fur.<br><strong>"I live the way it feels.. It's so soft, so cute.."</strong><br>She whispered to him, still not realizing what was going on, while her hands moved down lower, reaching for his hands in his groin, beginning to pry them away. She was surprisingly strong, easily capable of changing the density of her muscles in her arms without changing the rest of her body, simply making herself stronger until she had the advantage, slowly pulling his hands away, reached around his wrists with her free hand.<br><strong>"Stop resisting so much, there's nothing to be shy about. We're all girls here, I just want to make you feel good."</strong><br>She whispered impatiently as her free hand now moved down his body to his thigh, softly rubbing the fur of his inner thigh, reaching upwards until she slid it in between his legs, rubbing his..<br><br><strong>"What the.."</strong><br>She felt something she had not been expecting. If anything, then she was familiar with the feeling of soft, damp nethers under a pair of panties, but that was not was she was feeling. Something soft first, bulging out, and with a gentle squeeze she felt his balls in his sack. Her hand moved up further, fingertips running along his shaft, all the way to the hemline of his panties, and above, where she could feel his head.<br><strong>"Wait, you're not even a girl, are you?"</strong><br>She said in a different voice, something slightly cruel about it, like she was almost about to laugh as she grabbed his sides and forced him unto his back. The buttons of her shirt popped, flying everywhere as an extra set of arms sprouted from her sides, and she straddled his thighs, her top arms grabbing his wrists, pinning them above his head, her lower body keeping his legs in place, while one of her free arms tugged his skirt up, then other pulled his panties further down, revealing his penis. She giggled maniacally as she saw it, staring at it.<br><strong>"Oh my, what kind of a pervert are you, sneaking into a girls school, wearing girls clothes - Even such cute little panties. That's so naughty that you're making <em>me</em> look like a saint!"</strong><br>She said, grinning down at him, her breasts bouncing softly in her bra, her shirt having opened after the buttons broke off. Her bra was matching her striped panties.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 18:28:49</strong>
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				"N-Nothing! I'm not doing anything!" Michael said innocently, trying to keep himself hidden. He heard her get up from her bed, and soon Emily was behind him on his bed, her arms curling around him. She lifted his shirt and felt the tummy and strong muscles underneath, her fingers running through his fur as she mentioned loving the feel and also mentioned making him feel good. Her hands, wrapping around his wrists, were surprisingly strong as his hands were pulled away, and soon Michael found her fingers touching his inner thigh, moving up to touch him slowly on his sack. The reaction was immediate as Emily let out a surprised 'What the...' and soon Michael felt her exploring more, running her fingers over his sack and giving his balls a squeeze, before moving up and feeling the head of his cock. <br><br>She was quick to figure things out, and before he could object she had him pinned on the bed, her shirt having ripped open as Emily grew another set of arms. This left her breasts hanging in front of him, kept only from view by her striped bra that matched her panties. While one set of arms pinned his wrists, and her lower body kept his pinned, the other set of arms tugged his skirt up and his panties down, letting his fat cock pop free and erect in the night air of their bedroom. "I-I'm not a pervert! T-There was just a mix-up! I shouldn't be here, but they can't move me!" Michael said, desperation in his voice as he looked into Emily's eyes. "P-Please don't tell anyone...if this got out, it would be so embarassing...P-Please, I'll do anything..." Michael said with a blush, his cock throbbing and twitching painfully in full view of Emily. His eyes looked at her pleadingly, searchingly, hoping that Emily would have some kind of heart in that Shape-shifting body of hers!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>28-09-2013, 01:08:01</strong>
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				Emily looked upon with almost sadistic joy as she watched him squirm like this. He couldn't move beneath her, there was nothing he could do to escape, and even if he did - Where on earth would he go? Would he <em>really</em> want to be running up and down the hallway, attracting all sort of attention to himself while his dick was all hard and heavy, sticking out from under his skirt like this? If he did it would certainly be amusing, but he'd be giving his secret away in a way far more severe than even Emily could.<br><strong>"<em>Aaanything</em>?"</strong><br>She repeated after he had said her, lips twisting into a smile as she looked down on him. He looked so damned adorable like this, and she made a quick decision - She wanted a weapon, a leash of sorts, just to be on the safe side. She whipped out her phone and leaned back, taking a snapshot of Michaels front, all the way from his penis to his pleading eyes. She chuckled as she threw her phone over into her own bed.<br><br><strong>"Well then, here are the rules."</strong><br>She said, letting go of his wrists, her extra arms disappearing into her sides again, looking like they had not been there to begin with. She adjusted her glasses, and then took off her broken shirt, throwing it aside carelessly. She sat now in her skirt, black leggins over her white and blue striped panties, and her matching bra keeping her breasts hidden. She reached down and began unbuttoning Michaels shirt, slowly pulling it open, down his arms and off of him, leaving him bare chested, should he not be wearing a bra to match his cute little panties.<br><strong>"I will keep your secret, but you're going to do <em>anything</em> I say. You'll be my pet bunny, and no one will know about this. If you break this rule, if you don't do what I say, then I'll print out that picture and put it up everywhere!"</strong><br>She said, snickering down at him, still leaving him with his hands free since she knew that there was nothing he could really do, now that she had that picture of him. If he became violent, she could easily win a fight with him, and if he began protesting and screaming - Well, now he knew the consequences. She crawled down his body, standing on all fours between his legs, brushing her hair out of the way as she took hold of his cock with one hand, and looked up at him through her glasses as her tongue rubbed over his tip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>28-09-2013, 05:42:27</strong>
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				She seemed to smile sadistically at him as he squirmed under her, pinned down and with no where that he could go. Her second arms melted away as if they had never been there, and she let his wrists go, keeping his lower half pinned before taking out her phone. He heard the click of a camera as she took a picture of him in his most vulnerable position, his eyes looking at her pleadingly. "A-Anything..." He said in a whisper. He heard her mention rules as she adjusted her glasses, pulling off her broken shirt and tossing it aside to leave her in only a skirt, black leggings and white and blue striped panties and bra. "P-Pet bunny?!" He said with a blush on his cheeks, his cock throbbing at the thought and what it could mean. He was already bare up top, with the only thing left on him being his pushed up skirt, pulled down panties, and a pair of black and yellow knee socks.<br><br>"I-I....F-Fine.." Michael said, having no alternative but to agree...she had him by the balls, and as she took hold of his cock in one hand, leaning between his legs on all fours, she made the statement quite literal. Her tongue rolled over the tip of his cock, causing Michael's head to fall back and his lips to open in a soft, cute moan. "M-Mm...E-Emily..." He whispered, looking down at her as her tongue stroked the tip of his cock. "I-I'm a V-virgin...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>28-09-2013, 18:10:21</strong>
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				Emily chuckled when he agreed to her terms, to be her 'pet bunny' so to say. He really didn't have much choice in the matter, all things considered. It was either going along with her idea, or having his secret outed on every public billboard she could find. Never for one moment should he think that Emily would <em>not</em> do something like that. In fact she had done similar things before, when someone had crossed her to the point of her taking active action against them.<br><strong>"I can tell."</strong><br>She replied to he his.. Warning, or whatever it was, about him being a virgin. Spotting a virgin was, for someone who had been with as many people as Emily had by now, just about as easy as spotting a dog between a hundred cats. Michael stood out in just about every way he possibly could to the trained eye, and indeed the suspicions that he aroused had driven her to find out about him.<br>She didn't spare him, even if he was a virgin. Moments later her arms had wrapped themselves around his hips, locking his lower body in place as she closed her eyes and took to the pleasure of finally having a male plaything, diving onto his member with surprising skill for someone who had spent most of her life at a girls school. She sucked him inside, pushing him past her lips, murmuring something as she was halfway down, slurping greedily around him. She sucked and lapped up absolutely everything he had to give, and with a moan of pleasure she took him all the way to his root with little hindrance, his tip poking the back of her throat as she changed her tongue inside of her mouth. It grew thinner, but longer, spiraling around his member, tugging and rubbing at it, whilst she looked up at him, her cheeks pulling inwards slightly as she made an extraordinary vacuum around his virgin cock, providing him with a most mind blowing blowjob for his first ever assisted climax, if not his first orgasm altogether. She wanted it, she wanted to taste it - She wanted to feel that warm, sticky mess shoot into her mouth, as countless girls had felt from her. She wanted to be one of them now, the one receiving, instead of always having no option but to give.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mixed-Up Joy. (Wolfy and Nacht. ;3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>28-09-2013, 18:54:53</strong>
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				Emily mentioned that she could tell that Michael was a virgin, and suddenly she was upon him, her arms locking behind him to keep him in place as her eyes closed. Her lips enclosed around his member and she pulled him inside her wet, warm mouth without hesitation. He heard her slurp greedily at his cock, feeling her murmur and lap at his member as his back arched. Poor Michael clapped his hand over his mouth roughly to keep himself from moaning out, not wanting anyone to know of what they were doing here at night! He looked down as she took him all the way to the root, and their eyes met, hers filled with lustful desire, his own filled with shock, pleasure, and the kind of fear that only came from doing something for the very first time.<br><br>Feeling her tongue shift and change, he felt it grow thinner but longer, sliding around his member and tugging at it as she sucked on him. His back arched again as he moaned out her name through his fingers, and he felt for the first time the rush that came with a climax...his body felt like it was about to explode as his muscles tightened, his back arching once more as he let go without much restraint of control. Body shaking, cum came flowing from Michael's cock and into Emily's mouth without any warning aside from the loud moan that escaped from between his fingers, his teeth sunk into one to keep himself from screaming in pleasure. His member twitched and pulsed as each spurt came shooting out and into her sucking mouth, his eyes rolled back as the pleasure washed over him. Finally, after a few intense moments, he settled back on the bed, his cock becoming softer in Emily's mouth as Michael panted, his chest rising and falling raggedly. "A-Ah...E-Emily...god....."
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