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Alfitaria 8

After years of research and hard work, it was finally done. She didn’t think it was possible, and had very nearly given up on the endeavour multiple times before. Brick walls were hit, pitfalls were tripped into, many angry words were exchanged between sources of information that denied one another’s competency; a great number of things that could go wrong did, and yet the vixen never once actually took that final step required to abandon her quest completely. Even during her darkest hours, when no one wanted to stand with her and the whole world seemed bent on telling her she had no idea what she was doing, Nady somehow found the strength to carry on, hidden somewhere so deep inside of her that even she had no clue where it was coming from. Yes, there were pauses, long stretches of time where the research itself was halted and the vixen had to take a break from all the insanity; rather than lead her to drop the whole thing, however, these only served to convince her that she was right, and that she would find the solution she was looking for if she just kept looking. The search for the growth serum had long been one that hung over hypers’ heads the world over. No one quite knew what it was that made them what they were; genetic mapping never quite managed to find the “hyper gene,” as it was usually called, and every attempt at replicating the effects of their biology in other, normal-sized individuals inevitably ended in failure or, at best, temporary success. It seemed that, no matter what anyone did, it was random chance that determined who got given the prize of size… at least until Nady came along. Having spent her college and university years delving into both genetic research and biology, she was utterly convinced that the secrets to what made a hyper a hyper had to be locked away somewhere inside of their DNA; and assuming this was true, then it was only a simple leap from there to sharing that knowledge with everyone alive through the use of genemodding and nanoscopic manipulation. It was a lofty goal, given that most of the technology required to make it work didn’t even exist when she began her research, but the vixen embarked on her journey regardless, knowing that something would eventually turn up. And then it didn’t. For years. Disappointment after disappointment followed disaster after disaster, with funding pulled and given back again after semi-promising results, several changes in venue when her parent institutions refused to continue investing into her project, and a seemingly endless parade of naysayers who were more than happy to drag her name through the mud for the sake of throwing her off the scent. Their attitude, their complete conviction in the impossibility of her task, was what fueled her desire to get to the bottom of it most of all; were they not scientists? Were they not people of logic and invention? Where was their curiosity, their bottomless drive to discover the secrets of the universe, that spark that led them to unwind and unravel reality itself so that they could poke at its buttons and see how it reacted? It drove her mad that so many of her peers would simply throw her field of work into the rubbish bin and proclaim that they “needed more time” to “develop better technologies” rather than delving headfirst into it and worrying about their constraints later. Her own approach was arguably just as irrational, but she didn’t care; she had a goal and wouldn’t rest until she accomplished it. And now, several years after she began, it was finally there. The past few months had been filled with countless breakthroughs, every piece in the proverbial puzzle falling into place after the discovery of an hitherto-unknown genetic sequence that showed up in every single hyper subject she got her hands on. The vixen was initially reluctant to accept it, but as the test results kept pouring in and that sequence of chemical bases kept showing up, she had to admit that it couldn’t just be coincidence. There was something there, something hiding in plain sight. They would have never found it because they were looking in all the wrong places; the sequence itself wasn’t continuous, being instead spread out across multiple sections of the helix, somehow able to have its disparate chunks interact with one another to affect the lucky person blessed with them. This could very well explain why there seemed to be no logical consistency between what hypers had grow out to absurd proportions, something that had also intrigued geneticists for decades. Nady had no clue where this discovery would lead her, but knew that it would inevitably propel her forward… so she kept going. Months, and now she held the answers in her hands, fresh out of the centrifuge. There were five ampoules, containing a concentrated, synthesized compound built on the same principles of the “hyper gene” she was planning on announcing to the world. The papers were drawn up, the sources written up to date to the latest formatting standard, and all that was left was mailing that stack over to a series of publications and then wait for the invitations to come pouring in. She knew her conclusions would draw plenty of scorn, but it would be impossible for even the most ardent of skeptics, as long as they remained scientific of mind, to doubt her methods; everything was performed with utmost rigour, and if anyone at all wished to replicate the results, all they had to do was follow the instructions. That wasn’t enough though, not in her mind. After so long being treated as some kind of pariah within the scientific community, Nady had no intention of simply throwing a bunch of words around in people’s faces in order to prove them wrong; that would certainly be a great part of it, and extremely fun now that she thought about it, by why stop there? She had unlocked the very secrets of the nature of hypers, enough that she could create new hypers if she so desired. Granted, most of that technology she was banking on was highly experimental and untested, at best, plus her supply of protein folders was anything but legal, but if it worked… … if it worked… The vixen had an idea, something she banked on in order to make the full reveal of her discovery be that much more impactful with both the scientific community and the populace at large. After all, what she was intending to do wasn’t just to completely revolutionize the fields of biology and genetics (that was mostly a nifty side bonus), but instead to both accomplish a lifelong goal and make herself obscenely rich in the process. It was a selfish motivation and she was fully aware of it, but made up for it by the decision to make it as affordable as possible; being the patent holder for a literal growth serum gave her plenty of leeway to decide on how to price it, with the only constraint being the actual production costs. Aside from that, there was no reason not to sell it to most everyone with some degree of expendable income; it was a social service, in her mind, to let anyone became as obscenely large as they wanted to if they ever so desired, a world in which anyone, literally anyone could become a hyper overnight. It had been a dream for her, having been terribly cursed with a body that refused to have fat settle anywhere; being a beanpole for her entire existence up until then made for a wonderful motivation when it came to modifying her size, and if it weren’t for that constant reminder, Nady doubted she’d have had the willpower to keep going for as long as she did. Now though? Now she had distilled the essence of the “hyper gene” into five separate compounds, each representing one way said gene could manifest in practice: increased productivity of body fluids, muscle mass, fat deposits in the breasts and rear, fat deposits in… erogenous areas, and finally general increase in overall height, build and proportions. Nady was certain that, with extra work, she’d be able to further distill these into even more refined and targeted synthetic boosters, but given the time she had sunk into the project, just those five were already enough to count as a victory. Because she had every intention of injecting herself with all of them; that was the point after all. Not only would her papers take mainstream publications by storm, her body as well would serve as the utmost, irrefutable piece of evidence that her research was not only real, but usable. It wasn’t just a fluke, it wasn’t a genetic happenstance or a freak mutation, it was her hard work, dedication and understanding of genetic engineering that would make her into a statuesque, imposing amazon. At least, that was the plan. The specifics would probably be slightly different, seeing as this was the first time she was testing those compounds at all, but assuming her math wasn’t entirely wrong, then she was perfectly safe in injecting those things into her without having to worry about breaking through the roof. She grabbed an autoinjector from one of the shelves, a design of her own, and fixed the ampoule in her hand onto the back. The tiny prick was a good enough payment for what was certainly going to be a lifetime of unbridled pleasure, the vixen barely even feeling it as she reached for another one. The five extracts were all quickly pumped into her bloodstream, a line of small, barely-bleeding spots on her arm arranged in a neat line, the marks of ascension, the marks of a brand new Nady that would show the world her genius. Immediately she could feel the effects beginning to take hold, far faster than the vixen could have ever hoped for. It was like having air injected into her, the pressure becoming unbearably high, as if her insides were trying to escape in every direction but inwards. She doubled over, one hand hanging onto a counter just to stop herself from collapsing onto the floor. Breathing became difficult, labored, Nady gasping for breath and yet barely feeling any oxygen in her lungs. She was tunnel-visioning, the world in front of her narrowing until all she saw was the dull grey of the floor tiles, until all sound left her, until all sensation began to abandon her… until a large crack and the unmistakable noise of wood smashing interrupted it and she careened onto the ground, hitting her head on it and somehow ending up more awake than ever! Startled, Nady looked to the side, only to yelp in shock when she saw what she had on her hand: a large piece of plywood, clearly ripped from some larger structure, a small cloud of sawdust floating in front of her. Looking up, it was clear she had managed to remove that chunk off the counter… but how? They weren’t nearly heavy enough for their body to do that level of damage… unless it wasn’t their weight! Frantically, Nady pulled back on their labcoat’s sleeve, and what she saw left her confused as to how she should react. More shock would be appropriate, as would be unbridled panic, but mostly what the vixen wanted to do was shout with unmitigated joy. Her arm, previously a limp noodle that could barely hold onto more than two grocery bags, was now bulging with lean, tight muscles, perfectly defined and glistening with what she could only hope was sweat, glinting underneath the artificial lights of her laboratory. The longer she stared at it the more her musculature continued to grow, rock-hard sinew building on itself until the fabric containing it began to tear. Her other arm was quickly following suit, and judging from how tight her clothes were feeling all over, Nady could only assume that the same process was expanding to affect the rest of her torso as well. She could hear it, her body groaning and rumbling as mass multiplied upon itself, more and more vixen being fabricated from seemingly nowhere as her hidden potential was finally unlocked. It took barely a minute before she heard the first rips, and from there it was just a few more seconds until her labcoat and shirt were completely destroyed, rendering her completely nude from the waist up… and revealing something new entirely in the process! While her body was significantly more ripped than before, that hadn’t been the only thing that had been improved. Her breasts, too, had begun to rise and expand outwards, filling up and taking more and more space on her torso, kept from weighing down on her thanks to the increased muscle power on her back. They were already well past the halfway point on the alphabet and were still growing at an alarming rate, enough that when she brought her hands to them (incidentally being able to tell just how tiny they were compared to the bulbous masses of raw organic power that were her arms), she could feel her breastflesh pouring through between her fingers, her tits’ weight evident. What’s more, they weren’t empty; the increased productivity she’d gifted herself had made her body eager to start making vixen milk, something she had never had the opportunity to experience in her life. It was… odd. Pleasurable, yes, but a sensation she had no way of describing, not having anything else to compare it to. It was a warmth, a fullness, something that made her feel both powerful and oddly comfortable, like it was just a perfectly normal thing to happen. Perhaps it was her motherly instincts kicking in, or maybe she just really liked the notion of leaking her cream all over the place; whatever the case may be, her nipples were growing ever larger and more engorged, beads of white appearing on them before turning into a trickle, and from there into a small stream of thick, sugary, sweet-smelling milk. Wouldn’t take long for all the fur on her front to be stained by it, and for the breast growth to be compounded by the impossible amounts of cream being produced inside of it, practically doubling the rate at which her breasts were inflating. Down below, her ass was certainly not going to wait and let her bosom take the spotlight, though it mostly seemed to take from the muscle mass enhancer than the fatty one. Both her cheeks were pudgy enough that she could sink her hands into them, sure, but everything around them was just as hard as her abs or arms were, and the moment Nady traced her curves down to her legs, it suddenly became a lot more difficult to focus. Really, the vixen never expected to be that infatuated by her own body, but her hips and thighs were proving her wrong! She could stand there and grope herself for hours and yet still feel the need to keep going, no amount of her body being enough for her, even as her fingers failed to get any headway in grabbing her tightening skin and the muscle mass beneath; all of her was becoming an edifice of perfection, knocking over precious materials like they were nothing as she took up the previous little room left inside of her lab. For a brief moment, Nady feared that she might do something stupid and end up jeopardizing her research, only to thank her lucky stars for remembering to keep hard copies on backup back home; any damage done to her equipment would need to be paid out of pocket still, so it was best not to move around too much regardless. And yet, it was very difficult not to. The longer she looked at herself, the less restraint the vixen seemed to have over whatever it was she did. It was far easier to avoid bumping into things when she was smaller, that much was a given, but even with increased body mass it shouldn’t be that hard to keep from turning everything on its head purely from moving around. It was almost as if she couldn’t help it, like some unseen force was directing her to put her body to the test, to see how it fared in a world designed for people of far less stature than herself. But why though, was the question; Nady had never really felt the need to show off, and even her desire to grow out like a hyper was mostly fueled by her need to prove everyone wrong about what they said of her research and its feasibility… or at least that’s what she’d been telling herself for all those years. Now that she had what she wanted, the vixen was becoming slightly confused as to what her motivation was supposed to be, especially considering her growth spurt still wasn’t over, far exceeding even her most optimistic projections; almost eight feet tall and with her head quickly approaching the ceiling, her height was matched only by the broadness of her shoulders, with the rest of her body following suit in the size department, Nady felt more powerful than she ever had in her whole life. Simply looking down was enough to make her weak at the knees, given the kind of bust she had given herself; it was the sort of thing reserved purely for the largest and fullest of hypers, a pair of breasts that hung low, close to her waist, and yet were so packed with vixen milk that they kept a near-perfectly spherical shape, their swollen nipples capping large, black areolae that contrasted immensely with the white and green of her fur. It was only then that Nady noticed the amount of milk pouring out of her, and pouring was very much the best word to describe it. The flow wasn’t simply trickling down the side of her breasts and dripping onto the ground so much as it felt like two fire hydrants on low-pressure; not enough that she had issues keeping her balance, but certainly enough that the two jets being produced by her teats had a noticeable arch to them and ended up splattering all over the ground several feet in front of her. And yet, despite the clear sign that she was emptying out as quickly as her body allowed it, her breasts refused to become any smaller or anything less than immensely tight; any attempt on her end to sink her fingers into their plush flesh revealed nothing less than a hard surface that refused to yield even a fraction of an inch, betraying how utterly stuffed both mounds were, and making Nady wonder just where exactly she was getting the energy and calories required to fuel that level of production. Not that she had a lot of time to think about such conundrums, seeing as her body was already progressing to the next stage of her ascension. The vixen had planned for her booster shots to only bring her to a certain size and set of proportions, just the right amount that she could tower over anyone who might interview her about her discoveries. Nady had even bought a whole set of clothes precisely for such an occasion, keeping in mind what her body was supposed to look like after the gene splicers were done working on her; the idea was to evoke the imagery and aesthetic of hypers, but with… everything. Not just one blessed body part, but a blessed body, giving everyone out there who happened to be watching hope that they too could one day become as colossal as her. This of course had its limits, and the vixen made sure to account for them when producing her doses; the five shots were only supposed to bring her up to a certain point before the effects petered out, but it appeared that somewhere along the way, Nady might have accidentally carried a few too little ones and screwed up her calculations, because she wasn’t supposed to be growing that massive. Already her head was bumping against the ceiling and her hands were having trouble reaching the far end of her tits; not just because of the latter’s size, but also thanks to the colossal amount of bulk her arms were developing, leading to her range of motion becoming increasingly smaller as her biceps became incrementally larger. Moving around without smashing vital equipment to bits became an exercise in futility, and for the first time in what felt like years, Nady felt truly panicked about what was happening to her; was the transformation even going to stop? Or would she keep going until her body was an unrecognizable pile of muscle mass and breastflesh, drowning in her own milk after the neckbulk surrounding her head turned into a large pool, ready to be filled? And why did that idea sound so appealing? In fact, why was she moaning so loudly, things weren’t meant to be pleasurable; the transformation served a purely practical purpose, it was meant to establish that her research was both entirely serious and could yield practical results… so why did it feel so good? Above all, why did it feel so right? Like she was meant to be there, like she was always fated to become that massive and imposing. It wasn’t a transformation, but a revelation of sorts, simply showing to the world what had always been there, hidden in plain sight behind a flimsy disguise of weakness and fragility. That certainly sounded like her, even if it bore not even the slightest resemblance to what the vixen truly was… but who was counting? Who would even care by the end, when her body became something of true beauty, looming over the landscape like some sort of musclebound goddess? Who would even give a passing thought to the old Nady, who was so feeble and pathetic that she sometimes had issues picking up cardboard boxes of office supplies? That vixen was long gone now, buried deep within a body that was truly glorious, a work of art that she herself had sculpted through hard work, dedication and an impressively deep understanding of genetics. In fact, Nady’s awareness of her situation seemed to be growing at about the same rhythm as her body was, to the point where the vixen began to seriously wonder whether or not her pleasure receptors were shot; she still felt it, still had that screaming voice in her head letting her know that what she was going through was the absolute best thing she’d ever experienced in her life bar none, but there was a certain degree of… clarity. A self-awareness that Nady hadn’t felt before, a perfect understanding of what her body was, how it operated and how its internal processes functioned, down to the most minute detail, to the tiniest, most fundamental building blocks of her self. The bases. If anyone had told her just a couple of hours prior that she’d be modifying her genetic code on the fly through sheer force of will, Nady would’ve smacked them across the back of the head and then blow onto her hand after realizing the impact did more damage to her than the other person. Now though, it felt like a perfectly normal thing to do; she could feel it all, down to each individual helix, and seeing as this world was now hers by right, it was only natural she could demand her body obey her as well as everyone else ought to. Really, the building crumbling around her as the vixen’s head broke through the ceiling and the rest of her bulky frame exploded outwards with newfound size was just a formality; she was already aware that it was going to happen, so might as well get it done and over with before moving onto the real order of business. Seeing all the little ones scurrying around her as she tore through the large building her lab was in made the experience so much better than it already was that Nady couldn’t avoid it: one of her hands practically flew to between her legs, only to find that her lower mound, too, had taken a cue from the rest of her and began to expand outwards, giving her an ample target to sink her hands into and pleasure herself with abandon. It was gushing almost as hard as her breasts were, making an absolute mess of everything beneath her just as her bust turned the parking lot into an outdoor pool. Screaming erupted from the crowd, a few still tumbling down her frame and onto the ground, hoping to get as far away as they could while it was still possible. This was nothing but a fool’s errand; the only reason the vixen wasn’t already the size she wanted to be was purely because she wanted to enjoy the ride there, rather than skip to the end. The sight of the ground itself cracking underneath her mounting weight gave her a level of strength Nady didn’t think was possible. It was fuel to her, to know that her body was heavy enough that the planet couldn’t take it anymore, that her bulk was approaching a level that bordered on the utterly unreasonable. She could barely move her arms anymore, the piles upon piles of tight musculature being simply too large for her to do so, only able to rub them against one another… inadvertently arousing her even further and leading to more bulking up on her part. It was now a cycle, though arguably not a vicious one given how much she was enjoying it, a cycle that made her ever larger, ever taller, ever wider, ever bigger, until the buildings around her, once so imposing, were now little more than toys for her to pick up and do with them as she pleased. Still, the vixen tried her best not to destroy too much property; there were still people in there, and they deserved to be given some time to try and escape from her ascension, even if it was ultimately pointless for them to try. They could run for a mile and Nady could grow three more, burying them underneath vixen muscle while still managing to flood every town in an ever greater radius. By then, there were already people beyond the horizon complaining about the oddly thick and creamy rain, the answers to their questions appearing a few seconds later as they saw the green goddess appearing out the corner of their eyes, right before she turned into the landscape, rather than simply dominating it. In truth, the vixen wanted to have dragged the transformation out for as long as she could, but the raw, unadulterated pleasure that came with turning into a giantess was simply too much for her to power through. Perhaps, if she had prepared better, her mind would be ready for that kind of assault; as it turned out, and despite her sincere belief that she was worthy of the title of goddess, it appeared that even someone as magnificent as her had their limits. Intellectual ability only went so far when one’s brain is assaulted from every direction by an insatiable desire to grow ever larger, and the vixen was most certainly being hit hard by that thought, every second of every minute she spent not being the biggest she could possibly be. Her DNA was torn apart and reconstituted at the molecular level, Nady’s brain ensuring that the hyper genes were both activated and made to manifest as much as they biologically could. This was no longer her stretching her limits, but finding them; theoretically, all she was doing was allowing the genetic sequences that created hypers to do what they were meant to do, so if what they did was turn her into a colossus of unimaginable proportions, then surely that was just something they were supposed to be doing to begin with. It’s just that, until then, no one had developed the technology or know-how required to truly exploit the gene’s potential like she had; therefore, it was only right that she alone stood atop the podium as the victor in that unseen contest. A victor that everyone would be able to see… or at least everyone in the hemisphere she was on, at least. Nady only barely noticed the top of her head breaking through multiple cloud layers before growing colder, the atmosphere no longer an issue for her after she changed her body so that it may rely entirely on sunlight (even if she had no clue how she did that); after a while, most of her wasn’t even confined to that thin layer of gas, instead being proudly on display for anyone on her half of the world to see if they bothered to look up. Geography was altered underneath her body, the planet just barely holding onto itself as her weight continued to increase, the streams of milk being jettisoned from her teats carrying enough velocity to escape into orbit, creating a ring of creamy white that grew thicker by the minute. Her claws dug deep trenches into the continents beneath her, earthquakes triggered whenever Nady adjusted her seat or happened to bring her hands down anywhere. Touching the ocean, even as gently as she could, was a recipe for disaster, creating tidal waves of proportions that still seemed incomprehensibly tiny compared to her. Nady wanted to lay back and “appreciate” herself, but knew that doing so would lead to the collapse of at least a couple of mountain ranges. Which was honestly more than enough to get her gushing downstairs again, She wasn’t complete yet; the planet was still bigger than her. However, this… transformation, this ascension? It was a good first step! Nady could lord over anyone around her if she so desired and, if need be, she could jettison herself into orbit. Really, growing even larger was itself a formality at that point, as her superiority was clearly achieved and amply demonstrated. But a formality that had to be done nonetheless.

Title: 2: Beneath Orion, Worlds Apart 03 Tags: luke, kaylee, military **V -- The Angel in His Dreams** ***Present Day*** In the dark of the night, Wayne dropped to one knee catching his breath while Patton doubled over trying to suck in as much oxygen as he could. Reaching inside one of his pockets, Wayne grabbed a flex pack of water, tossing it to Patton without saying a word. Luke would have verbally thanked him, but since he was out of breath he settled for a nod of thanks. Tearing the pack open carefully, trying to control his shaking hands, he drank every single ounce without spilling a drop. He noticed the Lieutenant doing the same thing. Patton reached in his survival vest and pulled out the radio, looking over at Wayne. Wayne nodded in agreement with unspoken words. The two exhausted Airmen took cover behind a formation of large rocks on the downward slope of a hill, listening intently through the darkness of night. The only sound that could be heard in the quiet dark was their rapidly beating hearts; after several minutes, their best judgment told them there was likely no one around. Patton quietly moved the radio up to his mouth, quietly trying to get a hold of the Airborne Command Center known as Watcher. Wayne pulled out his night vision goggles, trying to adjust the setting with the full intent of using them to scan their surroundings. After unsuccessfully trying everything he could think of to get them to work, he silently cursed, realizing they must have been damaged in the crash. Still, even though they were damaged the NVGs were better than his regular vision. After repeatedly trying to contact Watcher, Patton eventually shook his head since each radio call was met with no reply. He figured they were out of range since no one responded to their emergency call. Wayne checked every pocket of his gear and uniform for his GPS emitter but it was nowhere to be found. He came to the conclusion that it was either lost when the helo went down or while running from the enemy. Patton's had been destroyed in the crash. They would have to rely on radio contact, and so far they weren't having any luck. They quietly discussed their options. The best plan was to circle around to the back side of the mountain and head towards the peak for better radio reception since the search and rescue crews would most likely be looking for them in that vicinity, based on their initial linear path of where they were last seen -- leading away from their downed helicopter. What the search and rescue didn't know was that Wayne and Patton had taken several sharp detours in order to avoid random local herders in the area. Right now they were in the last place anyone would be searching for them. If Wayne and Patton could get a hold of Watcher, wherever they might be flying up at altitude in the night sky, then they could coordinate their position based off of landmark references, how long they ran (fortunately his watch survived the crash), and their estimated running speed. Even without their GPS, Patton was confident he could figure out the distance they travelled mathematically. He had done it before. As for the direction they traveled, that would be a little trickier. They had a basic idea of the helicopter's magnetic heading when it went down, but neither of them exactly had time to pull out their compass while evading capture and possible execution. They had a general idea based on the time of day and location of the sun, but that was about it. The riskiest part about the plan was that the enemy was also looking for them and had a known presence on the other side of the mountain -- exactly where they needed to go. They could only hope they didn't cross paths. But if they did, they'd be ready. Wayne and Patton were both exhausted, but they knew they had several more miles to travel. Without a sound, the two U.S. Airmen knew what they had to do. Braving the darkness of the night and the unseen enemies deep within, they pulled out their rifles and carefully pressed forward into the pitch black unknown. \--- ***Six Years Earlier*** "Dude, stop staring at her, you're gonna creep her out," Aaron told Luke, fidgeting with his old outdated camera. "This isn't the way we're supposed to fit in our freshman year. We're not at Suisun Middle School anymore. We're Mustangs now at Remmington High. This is the big time!" Luke blinked, adjusting his glasses closer to his eyes. "I'm not staring," was all he said, despite his inability to remove his eyes off of the smiling blond-haired girl in the locker bay. Aaron bumped him with his shoulder, snapping Luke back to reality. "I wasn't staring," Luke bashfully told Aaron, rubbing the back of his head, trying to ignore the silly grin on Aarons face. "She looks familiar. Didn't she go to Suisun?" "No, I think she went to Grizzly Bay. I think half of our school and half of her school ends up here at Remmington after middle school. Hey, I'm gonna split. They have some information about the audio/visual club in the student center I wanna look into. Meet you on the bus? " Luke nodded to his friend, "Yeah, see you on the bus." First grade. That's where he remembered seeing her for the very first time. The memories came rushing back as he recalled the young girl with the blond pigtails back in his elementary school class. Shockingly, they even used to play together long before either of them were old enough to fit within a social circle. They even had the same teachers from first through third grade, but that was the last time they would really be together, especially since she ended up going to a different middle school. Those days had long since passed. Quietly he slunk into the locker bay, avoiding eye contact with the blond-haired girl. She looked like an angel; it's no wonder he was drawn to her even in elementary school. How could he take his eyes off of an angel? Well, easily, if he was either in awe or fear of her. And he was both. His eyes remained ninety degrees off of center; she was barely in his peripheral vision. Still, he couldn't miss how she was dressed. Her short pleated miniskirt and little white sweater hypnotized him. Underneath the sweater she wore a lime green halter-top, and for a freshman, she was... gifted. Very gifted. That sexy lime green color stood out as if it was as bright as the blazing sun. He hugged the locker walls tightly, moving carefully towards his own locker with his back to the girl and her friends. He tried not to eavesdrop as the giggling girl talked to her friends, but it was impossible. "...I don't know, probably go to the mall this weekend. I still have a lot more back-to-school outfits I need to buy. I swear, there's nothing good out this season! I mean, who's in charge of the fashion industry this year? All I'm saying, is considering this is my freshman year, they've been extremely disappointing." "I don't know, Kaylee," the other girl started... *Kaylee. I haven't heard that name since elementary school,* Luke thought to himself. *I remember now. What a beautiful name...* "I think you're over reacting. I mean, I like my dress," she said, twirling. "And you've got a pretty cute skirt on, and it even goes with your bright green top. That's hard to pull off." Luke envisioned Kaylee beaming at the compliment as he carefully opened his locker, bringing a smile to his own face. One of the guys with Kaylee slammed Luke's locker closed. Luke recognized him and thought he was a freshman, but he was big enough to be a senior. "Hey nerd, are you eavesdropping?" He could feel his stomach sink. Without turning around, he said, "No, I... I'm j-just grabbing my work for the bus." "Get out of here, you can get it later," the Neanderthal said, angry and unamused. The other guys laughed while the two girls quietly giggled. "The locker bay isn't big enough, even for a shrimp like you. You're crowding us." "Oh leave him alone, Bradley," the red-haired girl said, shaking her head but still smiling. "I'll leave him alone when he takes off, Audrey," the big freshman -- Bradley -- said. With one big swipe of his paw, Bradley knocked all of the books out of Luke's hand. They scattered across the locker bay floor. At first, Luke's eyes darted back and forth between the three guys; he wasn't sure what they were going to do. He took a single step back and then cautiously went down on his knees to pick up his books. "Ugh, so immature," Kaylee said while rolling her eyes, gracefully bending down like a princess and grabbing one of Luke's books that landed by her feet. She held out the book, but Luke froze. Initially he looked at Kaylee but his heart began to race uncontrollably. He thought he was going to hyperventilate. Luke quickly averted his gaze by looking down and past her in order to deliberately avoid eye contact. "Here, take it," she said, slightly irritated, though it seemed to Luke that she was trying to be patient. Eventually he reached out and took the book, slow and cautiously. His hand accidentally brushed up against hers. It was electric; all the hairs stood up on the back of his neck and goose bumps covered his entire body. He half expected to get slapped, but Kaylee didn't seem to even notice. He tried to thank her, but nothing came out. Kaylee stood up and looked at the others. "I'll see you guys later. I'm off to tan." The small group disbanded and left the locker bay, all three guys laughing at Luke and shaking their heads as they walked passed him. Still kneeling on the ground, Luke watched them all walk away with Kaylee in the lead. He wasn't sure what to think, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He stared at her until she vanished out of his sight around the corner. Adjusting his glasses back upon his nose, he knew he should have been angry, but he couldn't help the smile that crept up on his face. \--- "Dude, what took you so long," Aaron asked Luke, his friend wheezing down the bus isle. "You almost missed the bus!" The bus engine rumbled as it pulled out of the school parking lot; Luke tried to catch his balance as he sat down next to Aaron. "Man," Aaron laughed, "I think the drivers pissed at you! He always waits for people to sit before he rolls out." "Yeah, took me a while to get my books," Luke said with a goofy grin on his face. Aaron looked at him questioningly, and then it hit him. "Dude," he exclaimed, hitting him on the shoulder. "You stayed to gawk at that blond-haired hottie! I knew it! Did she catch you staring at her butt and smack you down?" Luke shook his head, "No, not exactly; one of her friends did. It's ok, though." Laughing, Aaron said, "Ok, whatever. She's out of your league though, so be careful. Besides, a girl like that has like a million boyfriends and guys like me and you wouldn't even make a roster that size." Luke snickered, "Don't ruin my fantasy. Give me this one moment. I won't ever have another minute with her like I had in the locker bay." "It's all good. As bad as the first day of school is, it sounds like you had a good ending." "Well, I will say that I learned one thing about me that I didn't realize until today," Luke said, staring off into space. "What's that?" Thinking about her halter-top, Luke told Aaron, "My new favorite color is lime green." ***Present Day*** Lurching up from the ground with lightning speed, Patton startled Wayne, making him jump. Wayne grabbed his shoulder to keep him from standing all the way, whispering through gritted teeth, "Relax, Luke! We're still out here in enemy territory, so stay quiet." It was still dark. As his senses slowly started to return, he began to remember where he was. The Lieutenant had already slept the first shift; it had been Patton's turn to sleep and Wayne's turn to take watch. Luke couldn't believe he was already awake; it felt like he had just closed his eyes only moments ago. If he had his way, he would have closed his eyes again despite the danger around him just to take a chance at falling asleep once more and reuniting with the angel in his dreams. If only that blissful memory could have lasted just a few more seconds. Instinctively reaching down on the ground next to him, he grabbed his rifle and brought it to his side. Blinking his eyes, Luke tried as hard as he could to wake up because he knew it was time to move out. His shoulder was still screaming in pain, but Wayne had done as much as he could to bandage it up and sterilize it with the limited materials and medical supplies they had with them. But it felt like it was getting worse. "Did you sleep as shitty as I did," Wayne asked Luke quietly. Patton sighed, trying to stretch out his shoulder, "Like an insomniac in a bell tower at the stroke of midnight." He thought he heard a quiet chuckle from Wayne. He didn't want to push aside the memory of when he first met Kaylee, especially in her cute outfit and that amazing lime green halter-top -- he remembered it just like it was yesterday -- but now was obviously not the time to dwell on the past. If he was unfortunate enough to be caught and killed on this night it was appropriate that his dream replayed the first time that they met, at least as quasi-adults, as if the events that already happened were being rewound just for him so he could see it unfold one last time. He considered himself lucky to at least have recalled this one last memory of Kaylee. But like his dream, Kaylee was part of his past and had no place in his present or future. Besides, thinking about her would do no good out here in a foreign land where his life was at risk. There was no time to wait, though; it was time to move. Besides, he had already recently burned that bridge with Kaylee. She was no longer his girl. **VI -- Burning Rain** \--- ***One Month Earlier*** Not a single noise could be heard in the large drab hangar despite hundreds of Airmen from the Flying Wing gathered together, all standing at attention. Every single one of them remained quiet and listened intently as the Colonel took the stage, knowing that this mission briefing wasn't going to be like any of the others. Colonel Ray, the Operations Group Commander, told the crowd to take their seats. "As of 2100 Zulu time tonight, Operation Burning Rain will commence," he bellowed in his deep voice, leaving no doubts that the mission briefing was all business. Pointing to the large movie screen featuring two satellite images, one geographical weather picture, and the briefing itself, the Colonel said, "This operation will supersede Operation Eagle Rage, and it will be ten times as dangerous. Thanks to our Intelligence, we recently acquired the location of five of the top ranking terrorists." The entire bottom half of the screen projected individual profiles of each of the five enemies. He continued, "Intel has reported that for the first time ever the five terrorist leaders and their respective operating cells are meeting together to finalize plans for terror activities across Europe and the United States. In recent light of this new development, the Pentagon has given us orders, through Central Command, to take them out." The crowd listened intently; everyone knew this was big. Luke, like everyone else in the room, digested every last detail, making sure he knew the mission details cold. There was no room for error, not from anyone; but there was also a feeling in the room that everybody was willing to do everything within their power to get the mission done. After a deliberate pause, allowing every single person in the room to take in the impact of his words, Colonel Ray continued the briefing as the slides shifted to a geographical overview of a small village at the base of a mountain range. "The enemy will be meeting in a compound just outside this village. Our Global Hawk will be in the area, fully armed, watching closely and ready to take them out. However, we will also need to insert Special Forces in case anything goes wrong, or if one of the five doesn't show up to the party. B-52 and B-2 bombers, callsigns Bane and Slaughter respectively, will be standing by for direction from our black ops teams on the ground." The Colonel cleared his throat, looking intently out into the crowd, "This is where both Pave Low Squadrons come in. Reaper Squadron will fly them into enemy territory as already briefed. Be on guard; you will be in deeper territory than you ever have before. Ghost Squadron will stand by with Para-Jumpers, ready to fly off of alert if things go south and medical assistance is required. "The bombers, A-10's, Pave Hawks, and just about anything else with rotors or wings will be controlled by Watcher, our Airborne Command Center, so stay up on the radio frequencies." He signaled for his executive officer to kill the presentation. The screen immediately went dark. Looking over the crowd, Colonel Ray stood tall and said, "Now, listen to me carefully. This isn't Vietnam; we aren't carpet-bombing the town. The high-precision GPS-guided munitions will limit the collateral damage. So, once the bombs drop, we expect retaliation. Most in the local town are loyal to the insurgents and will not hesitate to come out of the woodworks and take a shot at you. Even if we are fortunate enough to have a low casualty rate tonight -- God willing -- this operation has the potential to change the face of the war. In most ways for the better, but in some ways, for worse. Leaderless fanatical disciples have the potential to be unpredictable. Taking the terrorist leaders out will help in the long term, but the short term could prove a difficult and painful road." A hush fell across the crowd. "Remember why we are doing this and who we are protecting back home. We're protecting all of our brothers and sisters in the United States of America, but it's bigger than that. Think for a moment. Each one of you has someone back home that you love; just like every other American, you are protecting them as well. Who is that person that you're trying to protect the most?" Luke thought about his parents, his sister, and most of all he thought about Kaylee. The Colonel continued, "Intel has reported that over the last two months, we have found and raided three separate terrorist locations, each one with plans in motion to attack the United States." After a brief pause, the Colonel yelled, "*OUR HOME COUNTRY*! Trying to kill our brothers and sisters. Trying to take away our freedom. Trying to hurt those we love. That should piss you off. It pisses me off. "Remember we have a unique opportunity tonight to cripple the terrorist regime. I've laid out the mission briefing, and now each and every one of you must carry it out. Success depends on *you*. Am I clear?" In unison, the group roared out a thunderous, "Yes, sir!" "So again, maintain sharp focus, fight like you've trained, and remember why we are doing this. We do this so our country will stay safe, so others may live, and so others back home may sleep peacefully even with the knowledge that there is a monster out there. They sleep peacefully because they trust us to protect them from that monster. And we WILL NOT FAIL them. Good luck, and Godspeed." Colonel Ray departed the stage, walking down the aisle as the entire room snapped to attention. "Carry on," he said as he left the hangar. Patton and the rest of his crew looked at each other while the rest of the Airmen disbanded the hangar as well. "This is crazy. We have a chance to snuff out some of the really bad guys. Still, I can't believe we're doing this," Wayne said. "Nonetheless," Westwood told him, "You heard the man. Reapers or Ghosts, we're just the pawns in this game like it or not. We'll follow orders and get the mission done." Cash laughed, pulling out a dip, "Yeah, except the Ghosts have it easier. They get to sit on alert while us Reapers get ta stick our necks out in Boogieman country. Besides, we're not even the pawns. We're the chessboard that gets walked on." Westwood gave a subtle smile and told his crew, "Pawns or not, the Colonel's right. The bombing run should be simple enough, but Special Ops have to be there just in case, exposing all of us to danger. That's just the way it is. Get some rest, fellas. Tonight is going to be a big night, and I'm going to need all of you with fresh and rested eyes." "Anyone want some snuff? How about you, Patton," Cash smiled, knowing Luke wouldn't touch his tobacco with a ten-foot pole. "Um, pass," Patton said, unsure if Cash was joking or not. "Have it your way. Looks like I'm the only one that gets a Scooby-snack," he grinned, loading it up in his mouth. "Hey Chuck," Wayne asked Cash as the four-man crew left the briefing tent. "If you die," he said in a faux-serious voice, "I just want you to know that I'll take your Camaro off your hands and give it a good home." Cash laughed, "Fuck no; I'm not gonna be buried in a coffin. I'm gonna be buried in my Camaro. I'll drive it right on down and they can throw the dirt on top. Who says I can't take it with me when I go?" "Well, I'd give you my car," Wayne countered. "That piece of crap foreign lemon that's like ten years old? It gets how much rice per gallon? No, thank ya. That's your fault for smashing up your own ride." Wayne looked at Patton. Luke immediately knew what was coming even before Wayne asked. "Forget it, sir," he told Wayne, heading him off at the pass. "My parents gave me that Challenger; if anything happens to me they'd repossess it." Cash said, "Tell you what. If I die, you can have my old World War 1/World War 2 era French rifle. It's in great shape; never been fired and only dropped twice." Westwood and Cash broke out in laughter; it took Patton a moment to realize Cash wasn't serious, he was really telling a joke. Wayne muttered, "You guys suck." \--- Patton showed up early for mission planning. He hadn't been able to sleep; because he was wide-awake, he decided to show up early to prepare for the next mission. For the first time on his deployment, he genuinely wondered if he and his crew would return from the mission in one piece. The hardest part was always waiting when you were ready to go; it was the *anticipation* of flying the mission that took the most patience. He'd be ok once he stepped aboard the HH-60; he always was. Training and instinct would take over, just like it always did. The moment he put his gloved hands at the controls of the fully loaded minigun, he'd be ready. Still, Kaylee had been infiltrating his mind at the most inconvenient times, and a little too frequently as of late. Luke was having a difficult time focusing on his duties as an aerial gunner in the middle of a combat zone as thoughts of sitting next to Kaylee on his parent's porch swing incessantly invaded his mind. And to make things more complex, he didn't want to push those thoughts away. He wanted to embrace those daydreams of rekindling their relationship, thinking about cherishing her and adoring her if he had a second chance, if he were home. Intensifying the distraction that clouded his mind was his worry about what would happen to Kaylee if anything happened to him. He couldn't even begin to imagine how distraught Kaylee would become and how she would suffer if, heaven forbid, Luke were killed in action. The letters she wrote him were powerful. He could feel her emotion and love through every last written word and letter gracefully penned on the stationary. He caused her enough pain by closing off his feelings to her the last few years, and now all he was doing was opening the door for pain and misery to come flooding back into her life. But this time the pain would be unbearable. His timing couldn't have been worse. Luke couldn't shake the Colonel's haunting words, soberly reminding him about the dangers of their next major operation. Operation Eagle Rage was tough enough, but that was just the calm before the storm. Things were about to get intense. He could hear the Colonel's voice in his head: *Remember why we are doing this and who we are protecting back home.* Those words stuck with him; he couldn't shake them and he couldn't ignore them. *Many of you won't be going home.* Luke took a deep breath. Looking at his watch, he had a few minutes. He sat down at the computer terminal and brought up his email. Trying to form the words in his mind before typing them out, Luke decided it would be best to open up his heart and tell her how he felt, despite how painful it might be. *Kaylee, there is no easy way to say this,* he typed. "I'm so sorry Kaylee," he whispered quietly to himself. This would be the hardest letter he's ever written. *I love you so much, but we can't do this anymore. I may have misled you earlier; no, I lied to you, and I am so sorry for that. Things have not been easy like I led you to believe; it's been awful. I've seen things that I can't even begin to describe, things that give me nightmares. And soon, it's about to get worse. If something happens to me, I refuse to leave you heartbroken and desolate. Even if nothing happens to me, I will not be the same Luke you knew when I come home, and I refuse to disappoint you.* *I am so sorry, but I have to let you go.* Luke gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table, drawing a few stares from surrounding service members. He knew Kaylee; she would try to talk him out of it, and he would probably cave. He'd *want* to cave. But he refused to string her along; Kaylee deserved much better than that, much better than him. He couldn't do that to her. Luke deleted the entire paragraph, leaving only the first line of: *Kaylee, there is no easy way to say this*. He was racking his brain, trying to think of what to say, how he could minimize the pain he was about to cause. There was no way to avoid hurting her, but he *had* to soften the blow as much as possible. How could he let her go when he didn't even *want* to let her go? Even if it was for her own good, it hurt like crazy to even consider as a possibility. *Remember why we are doing this and who we are protecting back home.* The Colonel's words arose to the forefront of his mind once again, reminding him whom he was protecting back home. Suddenly, it made sense. Everything was put into perspective. It wasn't just that he was protecting her from the evil of the world, but he had to protect her from himself. Luke realized that he himself was the key. Either he could let her go now and cause her temporary pain, or he could let her get close to him and have her find out he'd never be the same person that she once knew -- or worse yet, die overseas -- either of which would cause her permanent wounds she may never recover from. Reluctantly, Luke grimaced as he typed the next line: *I'm sorry, but I found someone else. I have to let you go.* His finger hovered over the send button for what seemed like an eternity. Contrary to his nature, he was prepared to lie to the girl he loved -- a lie he convinced himself she needed to hear so he could protect her. Protect her from the pain he would bring her. Protect her at all costs, even if she hated him for it and could never find it in her heart to forgive him. His entire arm flexed and he reached down, but he couldn't hit send. He took a breath, closed his eyes, and made another attempt. He just couldn't do it. With a defeated sigh, his head dropped and his shoulders sagged. He looked over the words again, knowing he had to protect Kaylee, even if a lie was the only way to do it, but he couldn't send her the email. Not like this. Luke didn't even notice Sergeant Cash as he hurriedly entered the room. Without so much as looking at either Luke or the screen, Cash hit the send button for him. Staring at the screen with disbelief, Luke's eyes opened wide. The young Airmen was stunned... and angry. He leaped up and started to say, "What the f...," "We have to go NOW," Cash cut him off. Luke realized the Sergeant wasn't playing around; his face indicated he was all business and something serious was going on. "We're being taken off of Burning Rain; the other Reapers can handle it. We're taking Pararescue out instead. A massive IED went off and there are conflicting reports of how many Army guys were injured, but it's a lot. To make it worse, it was part of an ambush and they're still under attack so you better get your trigger-finger ready. You get Wayne; Major Westwood is already at the helicopter, and I've gotta get my ass out there and crank it up. I'll meet you there." Luke grabbed his gear and followed the Sergeant out the door as fast as he could, heading for Wayne's tent. *If I survive, Kaylee is going to kill me,* Luke thought, hustling as fast as he could. *What did Cash just do... what did* I *just do?* \--- Kaylee was inconsolable. It took Audrey at least five minutes of listening intently to Kaylee's sobbing over the phone to understand that Kaylee wanted her to come to her apartment. Even though she had no idea what was going on, Audrey broke multiple land speed records to get there as fast as she could. She'd seen Kaylee hysterical before -- after all one of the many categories she'd won by her high school class was Biggest Drama Queen -- but Audrey could tell this time it was serious. Just as Audrey stepped through the door Kaylee grabbed her hand and without saying a word, still fighting against her flood of tears, showed her the email. It didn't take long to figure out why Kaylee was so upset. Audrey covered her hand with her mouth; she couldn't believe what Luke said. Three simple sentences were all he typed, but those short words were enough to dramatically devastate her best friend. She had to re-read the lines a couple of times, making sure she wasn't missing something: *But I found someone else. I have to let you go... But I found someone else. I have to let you go...* *Found someone else.* *Let you go...* Audrey was floored. It didn't make any sense; this didn't sound like Luke at all! Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kaylee sitting on the couch facing away from the computer with her legs tucked in and her hands wrapped around her knees, rocking back and forth. Her face was heavily stained with tears, but Kaylee was trying her absolute hardest not to cry, sniffing and wiping them off her face. She rested her head on top of her knees; it reminded Audrey of an ostrich trying to bury its head in the sand. After the shock wore off of Audrey, she exclaimed, "T-that... that *asshole*!" He didn't even bother telling her over the phone, or at *least* send her a personal letter. He had to do it over email. Email! The thoughtless bastard! As quickly as she could, Audrey ran over to Kaylee and sat on the couch, holding her friend. Kaylee lost it, and the tears started pouring again. "Oh honey, I am sorry! I can't believe that jerk would do something like that!" For the first time, Kaylee managed to get out a few words Audrey could understand. "W-w-wh-why? W-we were so, so..." Kaylee blubbered before sobbing all over again. "Shhh, it's ok, hun. You don't need to say anything," Audrey said, trying to get her to relax. Kaylee ignored her. It was clear she had something on her mind and desperately wanted to get her thoughts out. She told Audrey, "We were s-so, we were doing so much better. I-I can't believe... I mean, he poured his heart out," she bellowed. Audrey stroked her hair, holding her tightly. Much to her surprise, Audrey realized a few stray tears of her own had escaped, running down her cheek. She really did like Luke; after realizing how crazy Luke was about Kaylee, she thought he completed her. They were like the perfect couple; she taught him how to have fun and enjoy life, and he kept her grounded whenever she tried to drift away and escape from reality. "I-I just can't believe he found some Air Force slut that quickly that he'd be willing to leave me for," Kaylee cried out in exasperation. "I mean, I don't get it! No warning or nothing. How could... could," her lip quivered. Taking a breath of air, she finished, "How could he leave me like this? I mean, I knew he was being a little distant at first, but he started writing me the sweetest letters. And then, out of the blue, *this!*" "This has to be some kind of mistake! Did you write him back or call him and try to get to the bottom of this?" "Yeah," Kaylee exclaimed patronizingly as if Audrey should have already known the answer to that question. "Like only thirty times! So far, nothing! I don't think he's going to... going to write me back..." Kaylee broke out crying once more. Her best friend was falling apart, and Audrey didn't know what to do. "Come on, hun, let's get you cleaned up and get you outside so we can get some fresh air. I'll take you to dinner." Kaylee shook her head, pouting, "I don't want to." The more she thought about the email, the angrier Audrey became. "Are you sure? It'll be good for you, hun; you can't just stay in here mourning. You don't need him, anyway. Luke can go screw himself. If he really were a good guy like we all thought, that bastard wouldn't have done that to you. We just need to take your mind off of him," Audrey said, trying to convince her. "Not tonight," Kaylee whimpered, finally getting her crying under control. "I don't feel like going out." "Ok," Audrey said quietly, still trying to think of the best way to help her friend. "Well, do you want company tonight, or do you want me to leave?" Kaylee thought about it. "You can stay," she said. "I'll go back to my apartment and grab my stuff. You stay here, ok? Don't do anything stupid. I'll be right back," Audrey told her, waiting for Kaylee to nod before she ran to her car. Audrey just couldn't believe it; she was still in shock. And as bad as she felt, Kaylee had to feel a hundred times worse. That wasn't in Luke's nature. Maybe he changed, she thought to herself as she slid into her car. After going from high school nerd to a normal guy (with Kaylee's help!) to a hotshot Air Force gunner, maybe he became too big for his britches and all of a sudden thought Kaylee was beneath him. Maybe he thought if he could score Kaylee, one of the most beautiful girls in the world, then he could have any girl he wanted. Well, no matter what the explanation, he was an asshole for treating her best friend like that. Oddly enough, Kaylee was normally the angry one, but this time it was Audrey. It was like Kaylee was hurt so badly that she couldn't find the strength to become angry. So Audrey had to do it for her. Which was fine, because Audrey hoped Kaylee would never see his ugly face again.

Title: Best Friends Tags: threesome, lesbian, voyeurism, group sex, bbw, mmf, blowjob, cunnilingus, masturbation, vibrator "Come here you," the beaming bride exclaimed as she opened her arms and embraced one of the ushers from her wedding. She tilted her face up toward his and leaned in for a kiss, full and open mouthed, her tongue doing a tango with his. They broke the kiss with a giggle as the bride leaned back and looked up at him. "I owe the two of you so much, Tim. Honestly, I don't know where I would have ended up without you both in my life." "Trust me, Jenny. It was my pleasure," Tim replied with a grin. A moment later, he took an elbow to the ribs from his wife Maggie. "Yeah, yeah. Stop hogging the bride," she chided as she threw her arms around Jenny. Tim shrugged and stepped over to Rich, Jenny's groom. The men embraced and clapped each other on the back. "She told me she was going to do that," Rich said with a chuckle. "Tell me, Tim," he said with a smile. "Do you think you'll be able to behave yourself around my wife from here on in?" "She is quite a woman, Rich. It won't be easy...but of course I will. I'm thrilled for both of you, and you make a beautiful couple. I'm not going to risk screwing that up. Besides, I'm never going back to having two women living with me at the same time. Do you have any idea what it was like getting bathroom time with those two around?" Rich laughed and clapped Tim on the back again. "Thank you. For everything. I mean it, Tim. You and Maggie...you really are the best. There is no way we can ever repay you for the kindness and generosity that you've shown Jenny." "Don't thank me. Thank Maggie. It was all her doing. All I did was go along for the ride." "I know better, Tim. Not that it didn't have its benefits," he said with a chuckle. "Yeah. I reckon it did at that," Tim grinned. Maggie joined him and they stepped back, allowing their friends to greet their other guests. Tim watched Jenny with interest as she moved about, thinking that she looked absolutely stunning. Her long blonde hair was up, exposing her neck and shoulders in the sleeveless gown she wore. Her ample cleavage was a sight to behold, and Tim was certainly beholding it. She was, as Tim had once told her, the most beautiful woman he had ever known. As he stood there, Tim thought about all that had transpired over the past couple of years, leading them to this point. It had all started at his favorite restaurant, on what was to be a normal night out. What happened, though, was the start of something that was anything but ordinary. \* \* \* \* \* Tim took his time as he drove to Maroni's Restaurant, which is where he and Maggie were meeting Jenny and her fiancé for dinner. He wasn't looking forward to the evening, despite the fact that they would be dining at his favorite restaurant. Maggie could see the tension in his jaw as he drove. "Relax Tim," she said. "We'll have some wine and a good meal. You don't need to let Mick get under your skin." "He doesn't need to be an asshole either, but I'm sure he will." "Come on, honey. I know he's not your favorite person, but could you please behave for Jenny's sake?" "For Jenny's sake? I should kick his ass for Jenny's sake, Mag. She's been your best friend for your entire life. How do you not let the way he acts and treats her bother you?" "I didn't say it doesn't bother me. I said I don't want to create waves for Jenny." "Jesus. I just don't get it. I mean, she is absolutely beautiful. Why the hell is she settling on a fool like Mick?" "Who knows what makes people tick, Tim? Look. You can't ignore the fact that she isn't a small girl. She's spent her entire life dealing with that, and it affects her self-image." "Well, can't you talk to her? I mean, you're practically sisters for fucks sake. She'd listen to you." "Honey. Jenny is probably more than two hundred pounds. I'm a hundred and ten soaking wet. Do you really think she'll listen to me when I tell her she looks great? Really?" Tim glanced over at Maggie with a wicked grin and a leer in his eye. "She really does look great, though. Jesus, that woman is hot. Abundant curves in all the right places, and just about the prettiest face I've ever seen in my life...excluding yours of course." "Yeah, right. You've always had a thing for Jenny, haven't you Tim?" asked Maggie with a giggle. "What me? She's like my sister, Mag. Hell, I even call her sis." "Right. I've seen you look at her. A man doesn't look at his sister like that," Maggie teased. "Yeah, well. I'll try to behave tonight, but I'm not making any guarantees." "Guarantees about behaving around Mick, or guarantees about leering at Jenny?" Maggie asked with a grin. "Yes. That." Maggie nodded and smiled as they pulled into the parking lot and took a space. They got out and held each other's hand as they walked over to the entrance and went inside. Jenny was standing by a window in the bar area, and waved them over when she caught their eye. The couple approached Jenny and exchanged hugs and pecks on the cheek. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a burgundy colored empire waist top that accentuated her breasts quite nicely. Tim inconspicuously surveyed her body, or that's what he thought. Maggie looked at him and shook her head. "Tim, you get a good eyeful there?" she teased. Jenny let out a giggle and joined in. "You really were a little obvious," she said with a smile. "And right in front of your wife too!" "All I know is right now, I'm standing here with the two most beautiful women in town. Of course I'm going to look." Jenny flashed her eyes at Tim and winked. They were the color of a deep blue, clear summer sky. Her pale complexion and shoulder length, strawberry blonde hair made her eyes stand out like gemstones. Tim looked at her a moment longer before Maggie gave him a light push towards the bar. "Yeah, yeah. You forgot the part where these women were thirsty. Please be a gentleman and get us a drink, will ya?" Tim grinned and pushed up to the bar, nodding to the bartender and capturing his attention. He ordered them the house Cabernet Sauvignon, which was quite good. He handed a glass to each of the women and the three of them drifted away from the bar to chat while they waited for Mick to arrive. A short time later, he walked in with an irritated expression on his face and strode over to where they were standing. "What the hell, Jennifer. You knew when I was getting here. Why did you make me come look for you?" he snapped. "We're right here, Mick. The place is tiny. Where did you think we were?" "You weren't where I expected you to be. I told you to meet me by the door." Jenny quietly cast her eyes down and nodded. "I'm sorry. I thought it would be alright," she whispered. The smile was gone from her face, and her bright eyes had turned dull. As always, Jenny went from lively, happy and charming to stressed and morose when Mick showed up. It was as if there were two entirely different Jennys. Tim watched the exchange and bit his tongue. In his mind, he pictured himself grabbing Mick by the shirt collar and tossing him out into the gutter like the trash that he was. Maggie could sense the tension in him. She hooked her arm around his and distracted him. "Now that we're all here, should we ask to be seated at our table?" she asked the group. "At least someone here has sense," Mick replied as he glanced at Jenny with disdain. Tim approached the hostess and informed her that the entire party had arrived. She nodded and led them to a round table for four positioned in the middle of the small room. They each took a seat, with Maggie sitting to the left of Tim and Jenny across from him. Mick sat to his right. Tim would have preferred him to sit in his car. A busboy filled water glasses for them as they waited. Without a word, Mick snatched the glass of wine from Jenny's hand and took a sip. There was an awkward silence as they sat there feeling the tension that Mick had brought to the table. "How is the wedding planning coming along?" Maggie asked. Jenny looked at Mick before speaking. "We've decided to keep it simple. We're just going to have a small group of family and friends come to the church, and have a celebration dinner at a local restaurant. Maybe twenty people in total." "Wow. What changed, Jenny?" asked Maggie. You always wanted a big wedding?" Jenny shrugged with sadness in her eyes and started to speak. Mick cut her off. "This makes more sense. She's the one that wanted to switch careers. With her in school and not earning anything, it would be really stupid to waste money on a big wedding. Frankly, I don't know why anyone would want to be a nurse. Giving up a good job in marketing so she can take blood pressure and wipe someone else's ass for them? I don't get it." "Please, Mick," begged Jenny. "Can we not have this discussion here? Is it so wrong for me to have a job where I think I can make a difference in people's lives?" "You're making a difference in our lives, Jennifer, and it isn't a good one. I'm working to support this ridiculous idea of yours. You're like a freaking child with this stuff." Maggie could see the hurt in Jenny's eyes, causing her to glare at Mick. "It isn't that unusual for people to make a career change," she said. "I'd think you'd want her to be happy with what she did for a living." "Oh, please. She doesn't know what the hell she wants. In a month, she'll change her mind again. You know better than anyone else how fickle she is, Maggie." "I don't know that she's fickle. I think she gives a lot of thought to what she does." "Yeah, right. Like when the two of you decided to play lesbian with each other for a while back in college. What the fuck was that? This woman can't make up her mind." "Okay, okay," Tim jumped in. "How about we change the subject?" "Well, I'm not the one that started it," Mick childishly snapped. "Actually, you did start it," Maggie said with a sneer. All I did was ask about the wedding. "You're the one that lashed out at Jenny." "Why don't you mind your own fucking business?" Mick replied loudly. The other patrons in the restaurant were all watching them now. Tim looked across the table at Jenny, who was dabbing tears from the corners or her eyes with her napkin. He'd held his tongue until this point, but he was now out of patience. "How about you keep your voice down, Mick?" he growled. "And if I don't?" "Let me ask you a question. Every time we get together, all you do is shit on Jenny and treat her like garbage. Every time." Tim looked across the table at Jenny, who was on the verge of bawling. "I'm sorry for this Jenn," he said before turning his gaze back to Mick. "Why are you marrying her, Mick? It seems to me as if you despise her. What's the point?" "If she'd fucking listen to me, she'd develop into something worthwhile. Instead, all she does is argue with me." "Oh. So you're remaking her into...what exactly? Like some kind of Stepford wife?" "Yeah. Lot of good it's done. She's fat as shit and gave up her job. It's like she's going in the wrong direction." Tim heard Jenny gasp, and his anger grew tenfold. He wanted more than anything to slap the smug sneer off of Mick's face, but he controlled himself. "Let me ask you again. Why are you engaged to be married to her then?" "You know what? You're right," Mick snarled as he stood up and threw his napkin onto the table. "She's never going to be the wife I need." "What you need, Mick, is a royal ass kicking. If you stay here any longer, that's exactly what you'll get," Tim said as he rose from his seat. "Good riddance." He turned his gaze on Jenny, who had gone steely eyed. "Fuck you. Tomorrow, you come pick your shit up from my house or I'm throwing it in a dumpster. I'm finished with you." With that, he stormed out of the restaurant, which had gone momentarily silent. Suddenly, the other patrons started to applaud his exit. Jenny didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Tim turned to the women. "I...I'm sorry. I tried to keep quiet, but I just couldn't do it." "Don't be sorry," Jenny said with a smile. That was a long time coming. I should have been brave enough to leave him ages ago." "I wish you would have popped him in the mouth," Maggie added. "Hell, I was ready to do it myself." Tim motioned the waiter over and handed him a fifty dollar bill. "I'm sorry. I think it best if we returned on another day." The waiter nodded and thanked him as they rose from the table. "You'll come home with us tonight, Jenn. We'll go over and get your stuff tomorrow." "Jesus. I guess I'm homeless," she replied. "Nonsense. You'll stay with us," Tim said as he put an arm around Jenny and pulled her to him. "As long as you need to." "And I thought I was going to have to coerce you," Maggie chided. "Hell no. The only thing better than living with one beautiful woman is living with two," Tim replied as they left the restaurant. \* \* \* \* \* Once outside, Maggie snatched the car keys away from Jenny, ordering her into the passenger seat of her Camry. Tim drove home alone and took the long way, allowing the women to have some time without him there. When he arrived, they were lounging on the couches in the den and sipping red wine. "How are we doing in here?" he asked as he entered the room. "We're okay," replied Jenny. "I'm okay. Truthfully, all I feel is relief. Mick did what I should have done a long time ago." "No argument here," Tim said with a nasty grin. "Tim. Don't start," Maggie said as she ran a finger across her neck in a cutting motion. "It's alright, Mag," Jenny answered. "You guys were in a tough situation. Mick was an ass, and you were torn between trying to support me and trying to protect me. I knew it wasn't a great situation, but sometimes...I don't know. Sometimes we just get used to living in our lives. Does that make sense?" "Of course it does," replied Maggie. "Of course, we always felt you could do better." "I know I deserved better. I may have allowed myself to fall into the trap of feeling unattractive and let myself settle." "You sure as hell don't have to settle, Jenny," Tim chimed in. "You are one hell of an incredible woman. Smart. Loving. Sassy. Beautiful. Sexy." Jenny turned to Maggie. "You let him talk to other women like that?" she asked. Maggie shrugged. "When he's right, he's right. You know what I hated the most? When that prick was around, you were never yourself. I hated that so much." "It got to the point where it was just easier to keep quiet than get a verbal lashing for everything I did or said." "So why did you stay?" Tim asked. "You know what? I don't really know. Does me being a fat chick have something to do with it? I guess. You both know how physically active I am. I try to eat right. I just...I just am what I am. It gets really tiring hearing about how pretty I would be if I just lost some weight. A lifetime of that does take its toll." Tim rolled his eyes. "I've got news for you, Jenn. You ARE pretty. No qualifiers. Drop dead gorgeous, actually." Jenny blushed and turned to Maggie. "He's got a silver tongue, this one," she laughed. "Maybe so, but you should listen to him. He's right, you know. The truth is I was always a bit jealous of you." "Of me? You were jealous of me?" "Yup. Damn girl. Those blue eyes, the blonde mane, those full lips of yours, your tits. My God, Jenny. Those tits. Are you kidding me? You are stunning." "You two need to put the wine glasses down. I think you've had enough," Jenny laughed. "Thanks for trying to make me feel better though. I really am okay. I promise." "Good," said Maggie. "Tomorrow we'll all go over and get your stuff. It won't take long for all of us to get you moved out." "Yeah. I'm glad it's almost the end of a semester. If it's okay, I'd like to finish it out before getting a job and getting out of your hair." Tim and Maggie looked at each other and nodded. "You aren't doing anything of the sort," Maggie said forcefully. "You have a year to go to finish up. You'll stay here until you do and can get yourself situated." Jenny looked back and forth between them. "That's too much to ask of the two of you. I can't..." "Yes you can, and you will," Tim jumped in. "We've already had this conversation." "What? When?" "We expected this would eventually happen. Maybe hoped is a better description. Anyway, we've discussed it and decided we'd have you live with us as long as you needed." "Do I get a say in this?" Jenny asked, half joking and half not. "Nope. You don't," Tim said with a smile. "Look. We're not holding you captive. If you had a reasonable alternative, that would be one thing. But you don't. You're not going to say no just because you feel bad about freeloading or getting in the way. You're Maggie's best friend. She loves you. I love you. We can help, and we want to. And Jenny, you know damned well that you'd do the same for Maggie." Jenny nodded and dabbed a tear from the corner of her eye. She got up and gave each of them a hug. "Okay. Thank you. I'll earn my keep. I promise. I'll cook and clean and whatever you need me to do. I'll stay out of the way as much as possible and..." "Hush," Maggie interrupted. We can figure it all out tomorrow. Right now, I need to get some sleep, and so do you." They got up and Maggie led Jenny up the stairs and into the bedroom she'd be using. Tim locked up downstairs and headed up to the master bedroom to get ready for bed. He brushed his teeth and stripped down naked before slipping between the covers. Before Maggie got anywhere near the bedroom, he was lightly snoring in a peaceful slumber. Down the hall, Maggie gave Jenny a long night shirt to sleep in and a spare toothbrush to use. She sat with Jenny for a while, wanting to make sure she really was alright. They were lying side by side on the full sized bed, propped up against pillows piled up against the headboard. Maggie turned to look at her friend. "You told that ass about us back in college?" she asked with a smile. Jenny smiled and blushed. "Yes. The summer of giving up men. I wonder how many great ideas are borne out of a night of drinking." "That was one hell of a summer, Maggie admitted. "I still think about it often." Jenny glanced at her and quietly nodded. "What does Tim think about all of that?" Maggie let out a chuckle. "What any guy would think. It turns him on." "Of course it does," Jenny giggled. The women quieted as they lay there together. There was a sudden tension in the room as unspoken words echoed off the walls. Maggie turned to face Jenny, who was already watching her. She could see the rapid rising and falling of Jenny's chest and the throbbing of the artery in her neck. She was biting her lip and had a hopeful look in her eyes. Maggie smiled and turned her body toward Jenny, leaning over and gently kissing her. Jenny kissed her back, softly at first, allowing her hunger to build slowly. It had been ten years since either of them had kissed a woman, and they fell right back into it. Maggie sat up and pulled off the blouse she had been wearing, and Jenny did the same. With a sexy smile, Maggie undid her bra next, tossing it aside with a flourish. With little doubt as to what was going to happen, the rest of their clothes were hastily removed and thrown to the floor. The women lay together in an embrace and started to kiss again. "This feels so nice," Jenny whispered. "You feel so nice up against me." Maggie smiled and nibbled on Jenny's neck. Jenny cooed in response, sending the signal Maggie needed to start nibbling downward. She quickly reached Jenny's full breasts and nipped at her erect nipples. Jenny gasped with delight as her friend's ministrations brought back old memories along with present joy. Maggie's left hand reached down between Jenny's already parted legs, finding her wet and swollen. Maggie gently stroked the lips from the bottom to the top, stopping just shy of Jenny's clit. Jenny moaned and squirmed, anxious for Maggie to stop toying with her. The two continued to kiss as Maggie teased her friend. Finally, when Jenny thought she could take no more, Maggie parted her lips and slipped one, then another, finger inside her. Jenny let out a moan of approval and thrust her hips forward in an attempt to feel those fingers deeper inside her. Maggie started to slowly fuck Jenny with her fingers. The kissing stopped and the women locked eyes as Maggie removed her fingers and brought them to her mouth, tasting her friend. She wet her thumb with saliva and slipped her fingers back inside Jenny, now drawing circles on her clit with the thumb she'd wet as she continued to fuck her with her fingers. Jenny panted and moaned and squirmed as Maggie expertly manipulated her. It had been a long time, but Maggie certainly remembered exactly how to push her buttons, Jenny thought. The tension built quickly, and shortly thereafter Jenny's body tensed up and shook with a powerful orgasm. She growled loudly as she shook and trembled and thrashed about. Maggie smiled as she watched her friend recover. She leaned over and kissed Jenny softly and tenderly. "God. That was nice, Mag," Jenny breathlessly mumbled. "So nice." Maggie bit her lip and smiled. "I'm just getting started. Now I want to really taste you." Jenny gasped and smiled as Maggie kissed her way down her body until she was lying between her legs, her face mere inches away from Jenny's needy pussy. The women once again locked eyes, and Maggie moved her mouth forward, covering Jenny's pussy and tasting her once again. Maggie slipped her tongue inside, causing Jenny to moan and thrust her pelvis up forcefully. Maggie grunted, then removed her tongue and lapped at Jenny, starting at the bottom of her slit and moving up the length of it and over her clit. Jenny squirmed and made soft purring sounds as she watched Maggie work. The more Maggie licked, the needier Jenny became. As if reading Jenny's mind, Maggie again slipped her fingers inside Jenny and covered her clit with her mouth. She fucked Jenny with her fingers and sucked on her clit, flicking her tongue over the bud trapped between her lips. As Jenny approached an orgasm, her cunt began to clamp down on Maggie's fingers, alerting her friend that she was getting close. Maggie relentlessly worked on her friend, intent on bringing her over the edge. Suddenly, Jenny's body tensed up and she thrust up with her hips, biting her fist in an attempt to keep from howling. Maggie didn't stop until Jenny gently pushed her away, her clit far too sensitive for continued attention at that point. Maggie crawled up the bed and the women embraced and kissed for a short while. They held each other wordlessly until they both started to doze. Maggie got up before she fell into a deep slumber, kissed Jenny gently, and headed down the hall into the bedroom she shared with Tim. She climbed into bed, disturbing Tim enough to wake him. He turned toward her and smiled. "Everything okay?" he asked. Maggie leaned over and kissed him. "Yes. I think she'll sleep fine now." Tim grunted softly. "You smell like pussy," he said with a chuckle. Maggie scooted over and straddled Tim as he lay on his back. She could feel him hardening under her body, and she ground into him in response. "There's a good reason for that. We can talk about it in the morning. For now..." She moved onto her knees and positioned herself over Tim's cock. Reaching down, she grabbed him and rubbed the head over her drenched pussy, parting her lips and finding her opening. "For now, I need you to fuck me," she said as she impaled herself on Tim's stiff cock. \* \* \* \* \* Tim was up first the next morning, brewing a pot of coffee for the three of them to enjoy. He was puttering around the kitchen when Jenny walked in, still wearing the nightshirt Maggie had given her. The shirt was a little short on her, and her panty clad ass showed at the bottom. Tim noticed but pretended not to. He also pretended not to notice the stirring of his cock as he took in the sight of Jenny. "Good morning, Jenn. I take it you slept okay." Jenny looked him in the eyes and blushed. "Jesus. She told you, huh? Are you mad?" "Mad? Only that the two of you didn't wake me to watch." Jenny let out a laugh. "Yeah, well. It wasn't like we planned it." "Does that mean when you do plan it, I get to watch?" Jenny rolled her eyes at him as she poured herself a mug of coffee. "First off, who says there WILL be a next time? Second, I think you'd have to take that up with your wife." "Does that mean you're good with it?" Tim asked with an evil grin. Jenny blushed a deeper shade of red and took a sip of coffee. "You...are a naughty man, Tim. No wonder why Maggie likes you so much," she said with a giggle. As if on cue, Maggie walked into the kitchen and looked back and forth between the two of them. "Good morning. What are you two up to?" "Jenny was just praising my coffee brewing skills," Tim quipped. "Yeah, right. I'm sure that's all you've discussed," she said as she winked at Jenny. Jenny smiled and shrugged. "I'm a little nervous about going to get my stuff today. I don't want any trouble." "I'll behave myself. I promise," Tim said. "We'll be in and out in no time." "Mick can be a bit of an ass," you know. "Well, he was the one that threw you out, right? What do you have there besides clothes?" "Not much really. He can have all of the household shit. I don't want any of it." "This should be easy then. I'll whip up some eggs, and we'll go right over." Jenny nodded with a sad smile. "Okay. I'll make the eggs though. It's time to start earning my keep. If I'm living here, I don't get to behave like a guest." Tim held up his hands and backed away from the stove. "Fair enough. I'll go up and shower while you cook." \* \* \* \* \* An hour later, they were in the car and headed over to Mick's house. When they arrived, Mick let them in with an irritated look on his face. "Get this over with quickly. I'm in a hurry," he said with a sneer. "Where's my stuff?" Jenny asked. "In the closet," Mick snapped. "I wasn't going to pack shit for you. Go on upstairs and get it yourself," he said with a nasty grin. The three of them went up the stairs and opened the door to the bedroom. Jenny went in first and let out a yell when she saw a young redheaded woman lying naked on the bed, half tangled in the sheets. The woman shot up and pulled the sheets around her. "What the fuck! Who the hell are you?" she screamed. Jenny paused, seemingly in shock. Maggie stepped around her and walked to the closet. "No one you need to be concerned with. We're just getting some stuff out of the closet here." "I don't understand," the redhead said. "Oh. Mr. Charming didn't tell you he'd broken up with his fiancé last night? He wasted no time moving on, did he?" The woman nodded her head no, suddenly feeling quite used and stupid. "Could you step out for a moment? I'd like to put my clothes on." The three of them stepped out into the hallway and closed the door. Jenny was trying to inconspicuously wipe the tears from her eyes. Maggie put an arm around her to comfort her. Tim took deep breaths and contained himself. At that point, it would have taken little for him to go downstairs and slap the shit out of Mick. A few moments later, the redhead exited the bedroom and walked down the stairs. "I'm sorry," was all she said as she went past them. Once downstairs, she screamed at Mick on the way out the door. "You're a fucking asshole, Mick." "Thank you. Have a nice day," he called after her. Jenny shook her head and rolled her eyes before walking back into the bedroom. Within a half hour, they'd removed everything that belonged to her and were headed back to Maggie and Tim's house. \* \* \* \* \* Jenny was quiet on the car ride back to the house. She sat in the back seat and looked out the window, watching but not really seeing anything. They pulled into the driveway and exited the car. Maggie put an arm around her and guided her inside the house. They all settled in the living room. Maggie glanced at the clock and saw that it was still late morning. Too early to break out the wine, she thought. "Would anyone like some coffee or iced tea?" she asked. "Iced tea would be great," Tim replied. "Jenn?" Jenny shrugged and nodded. "Sure. Why not?" she said with a sigh. Tim was about to offer to get the tea, but Maggie turned and left the room before he'd had the opportunity. Unsure what to do, he sat down next to Jenny on the couch and put a hand gently on her back. "I can't believe I meant that little to him," she said with a small sob. Tim thought it best not to mention that she'd had an interlude of her own the previous evening. "You know, Jenn. No one means anything to someone like him, except himself. He's a self-centered prick. You know that." "I do, but really? He picks up the first bimbo he can find?" "He knew we'd be over there this morning. Do you really think he didn't think this through? He wanted to shock and hurt you, and he tossed that poor girl under the bus in the process. I know it sucks to hear, but you are so much better to have gotten out now than to be stuck with someone like that for even a day longer." Maggie carried the glasses into the living room, handing one to each of them. Jenny took a sip before placing the glass on a coaster sitting on the coffee table. "You're right. I know you're right, and like I said, I'm actually relieved. I'm just mad and upset with myself. How did I think so little of myself to become involved with such an asshole?" "I don't know Jenny," Tim said. "Ask her," he said as he pointed to Maggie. "Look what she got herself stuck with." "Good point," Maggie responded with a wicked grin. "I'm being serious. I need to do a bit of soul searching. That woman is not who I am." "We both agree with that," Maggie replied. "That isn't the Jenny I know. You have a fresh start now." Jenny smiled and took a sip of her tea. "You guys are the best." She paused for a few moments before speaking again. "I really appreciate you taking me in like this. Are you sure you want to do this? I feel like I'll always be in the way. Like today. It's Saturday, and instead of doing something fun, you're sitting around with me." "Please don't be silly, Jenn," Maggie said. "We have busy lives, and so do you. We'll do stuff together, we'll do stuff apart. You're worrying entirely too much about this." "I swear. I'll cook and clean and shop and whatever. Whatever you need me to do. Okay?" "Just do what feels right to you, Jenn. You're a friend, not the hired help." Jenny nodded and smiled. "I really love you guys, you know that?" "We love you too," Maggie responded. Tim stood and stretched. "By the way, did Maggie mention naked Sundays to you? Everyone in the house needs to be naked on Sundays." "Oh really? She seems to have left that part out," Jenny said with a roll of her eyes. "Get used to it Jenn," Maggie chimed in. "Shit like that is pretty much non-stop with this one." Tim let out an exaggerated fake sigh. "I'm going to head over to the gym for a while. If I want abuse, I might as well make it worthwhile." Tim headed out the door and left the women sitting in silence. After a minute, Jenny looked over at Maggie. "Should we talk about last night?" Maggie shrugged. "I felt like maybe you needed a little something. Not that I didn't enjoy myself," she said with a grin. "Mag...I don't want to mess things up with you two. I...I don't expect to become a part of your sex life. I mean...I loved it and all. I just don't expect..." "Don't worry, Jenny. Things will be whatever they'll be. Maybe it will happen again, maybe it won't. We had a moment. I'm not sorry, and I'm not going to worry about it." "Okay. I just thought I should say something." "And you did. Now. What would you like to do? Shopping? Movie? Just veg out?" "I think maybe I'd just like to go back upstairs and take a nap. I may need a few days to get back on my feet again." "Oh, of course, Jenny. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to push you, and I'm certainly not trying to minimize what you're feeling. Go on upstairs. I've got some work stuff to do anyway." Jenny got up and gave Maggie a hug, then left the room. Maggie sat and finished her tea before she headed into the study to boot up her computer and go through her email. \* \* \* \* \* Over the next several weeks, the three of them developed a routine. Life often flows in patterns, and the addition of Jenny to the household changed things around a bit. Neither Maggie nor Tim minded the changes. They appreciated Jenny's company, and the relationships between them deepened. There had not been a repeat performance of the activities of the first night. As the days went by, Jenny realized that she didn't miss Mick in the least. What she did miss, though, was the sex. Those feelings were exacerbated by the frequent sounds of the lovemaking taking place between Maggie and Tim down the hall from her bedroom. Even with the doors closed, the sounds found their way to her perceptive ears. Many evenings, Jenny would lie alone in bed and masturbate as she listened to her friends fucking. She'd never realized how vocal Maggie was, and she tried to imagine what Tim was doing to elicit such sounds from her friend. The weeks stretched to months, and Jenny had developed a series of fantasies around what was going on in that room. Over time, she had spun herself into those fantasies. She never discussed them with Maggie and Tim. She was serious that she didn't want to interfere with their marriage. Raising the topic was out of the question in her mind. On a Saturday morning about six months after Jenny moved in, the women left to drop Jenny's car at the garage for service. When they arrived back at the house, Tim had left on his normal visit to the gym. Jenny went upstairs to study, and Maggie left the house to do some shopping. At some point, Jenny had dozed off into a deep slumber. When she awoke, she got up and went downstairs for something to drink. She thought she was alone, but as she walked by the study door she'd nearly shrieked. Tim was in there, sitting in front of the computer. His shorts were pulled off, and he had some sort of text up on the screen. She was only vaguely aware of that, as her eyes focused elsewhere. Tim was fully erect and was slowly stroking his stiff cock as he read what was on the screen. Jenny stood there and silently watched as Tim gradually picked up the pace. She knew she should leave but couldn't bring herself to do it. Finally, Tim groaned and the first stream of semen erupted from his cock and up toward the keyboard and screen. Several more jets shot out before Jenny quietly moved away from the door and crept back up the stairs. She waited about fifteen minutes before she noisily made her way back downstairs and into the kitchen. Tim was startled by her presence, and wondered when she'd gotten home. "I thought you were at the car place," he said. "I was, but Maggie dropped me back here. I was studying and fell asleep." Tim nodded. "You're as quiet as a mouse," he said with a smile. Jenny could feel herself blush, so she turned away toward the fridge. "Would you like something to drink," Tim?" "No, I'm good. I'm going to go up and take a shower," he said as he rose from the table. Jenny nodded and poured herself a glass of iced water. She was trembling and needy and wondered like hell about what Tim's cock would feel like inside her. She shook her head no. She needed to stop. If she couldn't control herself, she was going to have to find a new place to live. Later that evening, Tim had gone to a hockey game with a couple of his friends. Maggie and Jenny had a light dinner and were sitting around sipping wine. Jenny was feeling no pain, and Maggie wasn't far behind her. "So is there anything happening on the man front?" Maggie asked. Jenny gave a little shrug. "Nothing. Not that I've been looking all that much. I've been busy as hell with school." "A girl needs some recreation too, Jenn. I can't go very long without a little loving myself." "I know," Jenny blurted out. She blushed bright red. "I'm sorry. I think the wine let my mouth get out ahead of my brain." Maggie let out a laugh. "Too late now. What do you mean, you know?" Jenny sighed deeply. "Never mind. Really." "No, no, no. You are NOT going to do that. Tell me. How do you know?" "Well," Jenny said slowly. "You aren't exactly the quietest couple of people when you have sex." Maggie put a hand to her mouth and giggled. "I'm sorry, Jenn. We try, you know. It's just not a really big house." "You have no reason to be sorry. I'm the guest here. I don't want you changing your life on account of me." Maggie nodded and smiled. "Can I ask you something?" Jenny paused for a moment. "Uh oh. Okay. Go ahead." "Tim told me that he...well...he was taking care of himself this morning, and had a feeling that maybe you'd stumbled into the middle of that somehow." Jenny went bright red with embarrassment. "Shit. I...I didn't mean to. I was walking by, and he had the door open and...and...fuck. I may have stood there for a minute or so." Maggie let out a huge grin. "Well? Did you like what you saw?" "I can't do this, Maggie. I'm not going to do this." "Come on, Jenny. Did you like

it?" "Maggie!" "Jenny. It's okay. I want to know." Jenny frowned and sagged in her seat. "I can't stop thinking about it, okay? It was just about the hottest thing I've ever seen." "He's got a nice cock, doesn't he?" Maggie asked. "Maggie! You're crazy!" The women sat quietly for a few minutes. Jenny finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry, Maggie. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have stood there. I shouldn't have. I can leave if you want me to." Maggie sat in silence, looking at her friend. "Please, Maggie. Say something. Please." "I'm thinking, Jenn." Jenny appeared ready to burst into tears just as Maggie was prepared to speak. "How would you like to have sex with my husband?" Maggie asked. Jenny looked as if Maggie had smacked her across the face. "Wh...what?" "You heard me. How would you like to have sex with Tim?" "I...I...Come on Maggie. I'm not his type. Why would he even think about having sex with me?" "That's where you're wrong, Jenny. He lusts after you. Big time. And you didn't answer my question." "Thanks for that vote of confidence, Mag. But really. I'm not exactly supermodel material." "All I can tell you is that he thinks you're crazy hot. Seriously." Jenny looked at her friend with an expression of disbelief. "He told you this?" Maggie sighed. "The other night, we were lying in bed and I was stroking his cock. I kind of broached the subject of the two of you having sex." "You what?" "That's right. I've been thinking about it. I've also been thinking about the three of us together, but that's a different discussion." "Jesus, Maggie. If you fuck up your marriage because of me..." "Hush. Anyway, once Tim realized I was serious, he got quite excited. Ridiculously excited. So excited, he went off like an eighteen year old in a whorehouse." "I don't know what to say. I mean...Maggie...you're so beautiful and sexy. You could be a model. I...I'm fat." "You're a beautiful woman, Jenny. I don't know why you can't see that, but I can and so does Tim. I'm serious. He has always thought so. He always teases me that if I dump him, he is making a play for you." "Jesus. I'm a kind of in shock here. And I'm scared." "So? What's it going to be?" "Oh my God. You really are serious, aren't you? Are you really sure?" "Hell yes. I'm sure. We're sure. It will be hot watching my husband in action." Jenny took a big gulp of her wine and nodded. "Okay. I'd fucking love to." Maggie smiled and clapped her hands. "Okay. First time...just the two of you. I don't want to get in the way." "Get in the way? He's your husband, Maggie." "Yes. I don't want you worried or distracted. I just want you to enjoy yourself." "Ummm...so when do we do this?" Jenny asked, suddenly quite anxious to get started. She needed fucking more than she'd realized. "He'll be back from the game around ten tonight, Jenny." "Tonight? Maggie? Tonight?" Jenny was both scared and excited by the prospect. "Yup. Let's go upstairs and pick out something hot for you to wear." \* \* \* \* \* Tim pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. He was in a good mood after watching his team skate to a lopsided victory over their division rivals. Once out of the car, he went over to the side of the house, grabbed the garbage can, and carried it to the curb. He walked back up the driveway and over to the front door. The door opened when he reached for the knob, and Maggie was standing before him with a huge grin on her face. "You look happy," he said to her. "Did you win the lottery or something?" "Me? Not me. But you did," she said with a laugh. Tim gave her a look of mock disbelief. "So...what's going on?" Maggie took him by the hand and led him into the den. "Remember our discussion about Jenny the other night?" "Discussion?" Maggie rolled her eyes at him. "Yes. The discussion? The one where we talked about the two of you having sex?" "Oh. THAT discussion. I have a vague recollection of that now." "Right. Vague recollection. Jenny and I talked about it this evening." "You did?" asked Tim with interest. "How did that go?" "There is a very nervous, very excited, very scantily clad woman sitting up in her bedroom right now. Waiting for you, Tim." Maggie watched as the look on Tim's face changed from amusement to lust in an instant. He stood there wordlessly for almost a minute as he gathered his thoughts. He reached out and took Maggie's hand in his. "Maggie...are you really sure about this? It...it kind of changes everything." "We've talked it all out already, Tim. Not all changes are bad. Some are very, very good. This one will be the good kind." "Wow. I wasn't expecting this tonight." "No time like the present, Tim. Come on now. She must know you're home. Don't keep her waiting. It's mean, and she'll be thinking you don't want to do this." Tim took in a huge breath. "Okay, Mag. Let's go." Maggie took a step back from Tim. "Not me. You. I'm staying down here. I'll head up to our bedroom later." "You aren't joining us?" "No. This time I want just the two of you together. I think your focus should be on each other. I'll just be a distraction." "But..." "Trust me. I know how Jenny thinks. Please. Go have fun. I'll...I'll think about what you're up to and take care of things down here. I brought a toy or two down to entertain me. You stay in there with her tonight. We can all talk in the morning." Tim shrugged and leaned over, kissing Maggie deeply. "I love you, Maggie." "I love you too, Tim. Now...go fuck my best friend's brains out," she said with a hearty laugh. Tim left the room and headed for the stairs. Once on the top landing, he turned to the right and walked down the hall to Jenny's room. He knocked lightly on the door before reaching down and turning the knob, pushing the door inward. Jenny was lying on the bed holding a book in her hand. She was wearing a satin black corset like bustier which prominently displayed her incredible cleavage. The bottom of the bustier hugged her hips and met her black panties. On her legs she wore dark black stay up stockings with little black satin bows at the top. Tim locked eyes with Jenny as she lay there. The women had obviously spent a lot of time getting her ready. Her blue eyes stood out like beacons, the makeup around her eyes accentuating them dramatically. Jenny had a little smile on her face as she lay there watching Tim taking her in. She let out a nervous laugh. "I feel so silly, Tim. It's like prom night." "I think this will be a little different than your prom," Tim replied with an wicked grin. "You couldn't be more beautiful," Jenn. "You're stunning." Jenny waved him off. "Oh, Tim. Maggie told me you're a sweet talker. I...Thank you. That's very kind of you to say." Tim walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached his hand out and turned Jenny's face up toward his, again locking eyes with her. "It isn't just something I'm saying, Jenn. I mean it. You are absolutely drop dead gorgeous." Jenn tried to look away, but Tim didn't allow it. She felt both a little shock and a little panic, because she could see in his eyes the truth in his words. She didn't know how to handle that, because she had never before experienced it. Tim leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. He felt her body tense up as he kissed her. "It's okay, Jenn. Relax. Forget I'm Maggie's husband. Tonight, I'm just a man. it's just you and I. No one else." He leaned forward and kissed her again, parting her lips with his tongue this time. Something flipped inside Jenny and she let out a small moan and let him kiss her more deeply. Another moan and she was responding, kissing him back. Her heart was pounding and she could hear the rush ringing in her ears. Tim took his time, giving them a chance to become acquainted in a new way and allowing the excitement to build between them. Little by little, Tim's hands began to roam around Jenny's body. She reciprocated, touching his chest, his shoulders, his back. He felt wonderful under her fingers. She wanted more. She pulled away from him for a moment and looked into his lust filled eyes. "Can we turn off the light and get undressed?" she shyly asked. "We can get undressed, but we're leaving the lights on, Jenny. You look far too beautiful for me to waste on the dark." Jenny's face fell into a small frown. She looked nice now, she thought. Her body was half hidden. Once naked, all of the things she wanted to hide would be visible. "It's just...I...I don't look like Maggie does without clothes on, Tim. I'm a little self-conscious is all." "Please just trust me, Jenny. I've dreamed of seeing you like this for a long time. You can't deny me now." "You've what? Oh please, Tim," Jenny giggled. "Don't laugh. I was enthralled by you since the first time I'd ever met you. I think you are pretty much the most beautiful woman I've ever known." Jenny was watching his face as he spoke. "Jesus, Tim. Either you're the world's best liar...or...you really mean what you're saying." "Trust me. I mean every word, Jenny." She looked up into his eyes and took a deep breath, then nodded. "Okay. Okay. I'll pretend that I believe you, but only because I need to get laid," she said with a smirk. "Good," replied Tim as he stood. "You're already half naked. I'll get undressed so you don't feel like you're the only one, then I'll get the rest of your clothes off one piece at a time." Jenny pushed a moment of panic caused by that thought right out of her mind. As she watched Tim slowly disrobe, her mind shifted to other thoughts on its own. When he freed his stiff cock from his briefs, her mind became focused on only one thing...she needed that cock inside her. Jenny sat up on the bed and reached for Tim's already throbbing cock. She had a mental plan without so much as thinking about it. She'd suck him for a short while, then get on her hands and knees and ask him to fuck her. It was pretty much what she'd always done when she had sex. No man had cared much about her pleasure, and some were downright cruel to her. She'd become accustomed to Mick making nasty comments about her body. She responded by learning to get him off as quickly as possible so she could cover herself up and avoid further abuse. While she didn't expect Tim to behave in such a manner, it still remained in the back of her mind. She slowly stroked his cock, bending forward so her face was only inches away from it. She loved the way it looked, and marveled at how wonderful it felt in her hand. The head was glistening with pre-cum, and Jenny wanted...no...needed to taste it. She leaned forward and touched her tongue to him, swirling it around the head and taking in the slick fluid. She pulled back briefly and let out a small moan. Just as she was about to take him into her mouth, Tim put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her away. She looked up at him with alarm, and she felt her stomach drop. He doesn't want me, she thought to herself. "Wha...what's wrong, Tim?" "There isn't a thing wrong at all, Jenny. We'll get to this part in due time. Right now, I want to spend some time getting to know your body." Jenny looked up at him, half in shock and half in fear. She realized this was going to be a very different experience than she was accustomed to, and she wasn't sure if she could handle it. Tim moved back onto the bed and gently shoved her onto her back. He lay beside her and turned her face toward his, kissing her deeply. The kissing she liked, and it relaxed her. They necked like that for quite some time, like teenagers in the back of a car at the drive-in. Tim finally started to kiss his way down Jenny's face to her neck. She turned her head aside, baring her neck to him as he nipped and nibbled, kissed and licked her. Her tummy did little flip flops from the attention she was receiving. Moments later, Tim was nibbling his way further down. Jenny moaned and gasped as his fingers toyed with the hooks on the front of the bustier. He undid enough of the hooks to unleash her tits. They were huge; very full and plump. Ripe, Tim would have said if his mouth hadn't been covering one of her large, tan colored nipples. The bud was like a hard pebble. He sucked it into his mouth and flicked at it with his tongue. Jenny was squirming on the bed with pleasure, and she gasped when he bit that pebble just hard enough to hurt. As he toyed with her, Tim continued to undo more of the hooks on the bustier until they were all undone. He abandoned her breasts and slowly kissed his way down her tummy. Jenny tried to cover herself but he pushed her hands away. Instead, the blushing woman covered her eyes, as if not seeing him kissing her chubby tummy would ensure that it wasn't happening. "God, you are one hell of a sexy woman, Jenn." She looked down at him with an incredulous look. "You're nuts, Tim." He smiled and kissed her belly some more. She watched him, feeling less frantic with each kiss he placed on her soft, yielding flesh. She was filled with an array of conflicting emotions as she lay there. The look on Tim's face was one of pure lust and desire. No man had ever looked at her body the way he was now, and it nearly made her brain short circuit. When he reached the waist band of her panties, she decided she'd stop fussing and just go with it. Her pussy was throbbing, soaked, and in desperate need of attention. Tim got to his knees and grabbed the top of each side of her panties. She thrust her hips up off the bed so he could slide them down off of her. Once clear, she put her ass back on the bed and raised her legs up. Tim slid the panties up her legs and off. He knelt before her and brought them to his nose as she watched. He took in a deep breath, smelling her scent. "You smell incredible, Jenn," he said with a nasty grin. "Now I want to see how you taste." He gently pushed her thighs apart and sat back on his haunches for a moment, taking her in. Reaching the fingers of his right hand out, he brushed them against the neatly trimmed blonde hair on her pussy, causing her to jump in response. "Fuck. That is one beautiful pussy, Jenn. There's nothing like a natural blonde. Nothing." "Oh, Jesus, Tim. You're not going to be content unless you kill me, are you?" Tim bent over and kissed the inside of Jenny's right thigh. She gasped and squirmed, and mewled when he bit her. She tried to twist her body enough to get his mouth on her cunt, but he held her at bay. He nipped and kissed her thighs some more before nuzzling her pussy with his nose. Jenny could no longer keep still nor keep quiet. Tim was intentionally teasing her. She was nearly frantic with need. Finally, she said the words that he'd been waiting for. "Please, Tim. Please. No more teasing. I need some relief. Please," she begged. Tim smiled for a moment, then covered her drenched cunt with his mouth. She tasted tangy and sweet as he delved into the soft folds of her pussy with his tongue. Jenny put a hand onto the back of his head and grabbed him by the hair as she thrust her hips up into him. She no longer had control of her body; it was in charge, and she was just along for the ride. Tim moved his tongue up to her clit and started to lap at it rhythmically. Jenny was in such an aroused state that her first orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. A feral cry emanated from her as she shook and squirmed with the pleasure of release. Tim had made her come in a matter of a few short minutes, and that knowledge nearly made her come a second time. He gently kissed her pussy as she slowly calmed down. Reluctantly, Tim moved up on the bed and lay half on top of her, face to face. Jenny kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. "Oh, Tim. That...that was fucking incredible. No wonder I hear Maggie screaming every night," she said with a laugh. "We're just getting started, Jenn. I'm just getting warmed up." Jenny could feel Tim's stiff cock pressed up against her leg. She wanted him inside her, but Tim continued to frustrate her by lying there and petting her body. She could feel his desire for her in his fingertips, and it made her hungrier for his fucking. "I love the feel of you against me, Jenn. You feel incredible. You look incredible...better than I had ever imagined." "I'm fairly certain," Jenny said with a smile, "that you'll be getting laid even without the sweet talk, Tim. More than certain." Tim shifted his body on top of Jenny and started to kiss her again. She loved the feeling of his weight on top of her. He felt heavy and solid and manly, and she felt very female in comparison. She ran her hands all over him as they kissed and nibbled at each other. The need she felt was nearly unbearable, causing her to writhe and squirm beneath him. Jenn broke her mouth free from Tim's for a moment. "Tim...please. I really need you to fuck me. Really. You're killing me here." Tim gave her a satisfied smile. "I was waiting for you to ask, Jenny. Should I wait until you beg?" "I'm already begging, you bastard. Please. Fuck me already." Tim moved onto his knees between her legs. He reached over her and grabbed two pillows, positioning them under her ass and tilting her pelvis up so that her pussy was completely exposed to him. She lay there watching as he grabbed his stiff cock and rubbed it up and down over her swollen cunt. Jenny moaned with need and pleasure as he teased her. "Mmmm. I can feel the heat of your cock on me, Tim. God...you're driving me crazy." Tim smiled and maneuvered his cock to the entrance of her opening. He locked eyes with Jenny as he slowly moved forward, filling her one inch at a time. Jenny moaned and gasped as she felt herself fill up with his stiff rod. Tim waited a few moments once he was fully inside her, letting her adjust to him. He looked down at her full, lush body, and beautiful face. "I feel like I've died and gone to heaven, Jenn. I've never in my life seen a more beautiful sight than you lying here beneath me." Jenny licked her lips and grunted. She didn't want to talk. She wanted...needed...to fuck. Tim leaned back on top of her, and slowly started to move back and forth within her. He resumed kissing Jenny as he thrust into her. Jenny thrust back hard, wanting to feel Tim inside her as deeply as she could. She was beyond the point of thought. Nature took over, and Jenny's body was running on wild instinct. Her cunt was clenching Tim's cock tightly, attempting to milk him and give her body what it craved. Tim was beyond excited and wanted to slow down. His plan was to take his time and give Jenny a good, long fucking. His cock, however, was being uncooperative. He was getting very close to exploding. He stopped moving and pulled his mouth away from Jenny. "I'm too close. Stop for a minute, Jenn." "Fuck that," Jenny growled as she continued to thrust against him. "We have all night. Give it to me, Tim." He grinned and slammed into her, picking up the pace. Moments later, Jenny could hear the change in his breathing just before he grunted and gave a long, deep thrust inside her. He came in spasms as Jenny clawed at his back and ass. She was meowing like a cat in heat, still bucking up against him, wanting to make sure she'd taken every drop he had to give. Jenny clung to Tim as he lay panting on top of her. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts and feelings as the cock of her best friend's husband slowly subsided within her. Tim grunted and moved, lying beside her and gently stroking her body with his hand. He propped his head up with one arm as he gazed down into her eyes touched her. Jenny bit her lip and smiled at him. "I'm sorry, Jenn. I know that was quick, but...you're so sexy and beautiful...I just couldn't control myself." Jenny felt herself blush with his words. "Are you kidding me, Tim? I have never in my life felt like I was good enough for a man in any way. Do you have any idea what those words mean to me? How they make me feel?" "I'm telling you the truth, Jenny. You are...fuck. You're stunning." "I believe you feel that way, Tim. That's why the words mean so much to me." Tim reached down and kissed Jenny deeply. His hand moved down her body and found her pussy, causing her to moan into his mouth. He could feel his cum oozing out of her as he gently ran his fingers up and down her lips. "I guess it's a little late to ask if you're on the pill or anything, huh?" Jenny giggled heartily. "You think? Yes, Tim. I'm still on the pill. Wishful thinking, I guess." Tim nodded. He wet his fingers with the fluids oozing out of her cunt and brought them up to her clit. Jenny bit her lip and stared into his eyes as he drew circles on and around her button. She reached around his head and pulled him down into a kiss, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging on it. She moved her hips as his fingers worked on her. It didn't take long before she bucked and moaned as she was overcome by an orgasm. Tim didn't stop until she pushed his hand away, too sensitive for him to continue. Once she had taken a few moments to recover, Jenny sat up in bed next to him. She looked down at his naked body, taking every inch of him in. "Maggie is one lucky woman," she throatily whispered. "Lay back and enjoy, Tim. My turn to play." Jenny moved down on the bed and lay next to Tim with her head on his abdomen. She grabbed his cock and slowly fondled and stroked it, smiling as it rapidly grew in her hand. Once it was fully erect, she reached her tongue out and flicked it over the thick head. She gently squeezed the glans, smiling as a drop of pre-cum oozed out of him. She leaned over and swirled her tongue over him, moaning over the taste of him. Jenny looked up at him with lust in her eyes, then focused her attention back onto his cock. She covered the head with her mouth and moved up and down on him, her hand below stroking him in a corkscrew motion. She felt Tim pull her hair aside so he could watch her, and she shifted a little to give him a better view. Tim watched the beautiful Jenny feed on his cock. He decided she was even more beautiful with lust written all over her face. Lust is what Jenny felt as she took her time pleasing Tim. Never before had she wanted to give pleasure to a man the way she wanted to right now. Jenny controlled the pace, wanting to prolong Tim's pleasure for as long as she could. When her jaw and tongue tired, she pulled back and continued to slowly stroke him. She could sense his need to come growing. She smiled up at him and looked him in the eyes. "Are you ready, baby? Are you ready to give Jenny what she needs?" she asked with a throaty growl. Her own words shocked her and made her blush, but she didn't care. Tim nodded and grunted at her. She took him fully into her mouth and moved her head up and down, taking long, deep strokes, his cock hitting the back of her throat each time. Jenny picked up the pace and listened to the sounds Tim made as she worked on him. His cock seemed to momentarily swell in her mouth, and a moment later Tim thrust his hips upward and grunted as his orgasm hit. Jenny continued to suck his cock as spurt after spurt filled her mouth. He tasted wonderful, she thought, but she didn't hold his cum in her mouth for long. She greedily swallowed each drop as if it were lifesaving fluid. Jenny didn't stop until she had taken everything Tim had to give. Once she let go of his cock, she crawled up the bed and curled up next to him. She reached over and bit his earlobe. "Fuck, did I enjoy that. That's one hell of a cock you have there, Tim. If I was Maggie, I'd be raving about it constantly." "Jesus," laughed Tim. "I think it's been too long since you've had sex, Jenn. You're delusional." "It has been too long, but I'm not at all delusional. You're...you're perfect Tim. Thank you." "It was my pleasure, Jenny. I assure you," Tim said with a chuckle. The pair spent another hour kissing, fondling and fucking before they finally passed out in a tangle of arms and legs. When Tim awoke in the morning, Jenny was lying next to him with a smile on her face. "Hi, sleepy. I think I wore you out." Tim smiled and winked. "Me? That isn't possible. I'm like the iron man of sex." "Is that so?" asked Jenny and she got onto her hands and knees. "Do you think maybe you can fuck me once more before breakfast?" Tim got up and smacked her ass gently as he moved in behind her. "I was hoping like hell you'd be thinking this way," he exclaimed as he rubbed his already stiff cock on her slit. A moment later he was inside her. He gave her a good, long, hard fucking, and they collapsed in a heap on the bed after he'd come deep inside her again. "I love the feeling of your body on top of mine," Jenny purred. "It feels pretty damned good from up here too," Tim replied as he nuzzled her ear. Jenny looked over her shoulder at him and took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. "I could lay around naked with you all day Tim, but I think maybe it's time for you to go say good morning to your wife." Tim gave her a soft kiss and rolled off of her, looking down and taking her in before standing and moving toward the door. Jenny watched his ass as he walked. "Tim?" she called out. Tim turned toward her, taking her in once more before leaving the room. He gave her a questioning look. "Thank you. Thank you for everything." "Thank YOU, Jenny," he said with a wink as he looked over her body again. "That was one hell of a night." Jenny blushed, wanting to cover herself with the sheet, suddenly self-aware of her nudity. Tim left the room before she could move. She fluffed up the pillows and settled onto her back, moaning and stretching. She felt alive. Tim could smell the aroma of bacon as he walked down the hall to the master bedroom. He pulled on some underwear, a pair of sweatpants, and a t-shirt before going into the bathroom to brush his teeth. A few minutes later, he walked downstairs and found Maggie in the kitchen, sitting at the table sipping on a mug of coffee. He came up behind her and leaned over, wrapping her in his arms and kissing the side of her neck. "Mmmm. Hi, lover boy. I take it everything went well?" Tim nodded. "I'd say so. How are you, honey? Were you okay?" "I'm just fine...really. Honestly, it was quite a turn on knowing you were up there fucking Jenny. I...I lost count of how many times I came. I'm still fucking horny to tell you the truth." "Is that so?" Tim asked. "Perhaps we should head upstairs?" "Jesus, Tim. Didn't you get laid already this morning?" "You heard us?" "I didn't have to. I know you. As for Jenny...after spending a night with you...if you did what you usually do, I figured she'd be looking for a wakeup call." Tim smiled. "Yeah. Well...I'm game if you are." "Later, honey. Have some breakfast and go to the gym. I want to talk to Jenny for a while." "Sure, love. You want some eggs?" "No thanks. I already ate. I'm going to go up and take a quick shower," she said as she got up from the table and left the room. Tim whipped up his breakfast and ate quickly, downing a few cups of coffee as he ate. He went upstairs, kissed Maggie goodbye, and headed out the door for the gym. Maggie was back downstairs when Jenny finally came down into the kitchen. Maggie was standing by the counter reading some junk mail when Jenny walked in and came over to her. Maggie tossed the paper onto the counter and the women embraced, holding each other tightly. "Thank you so, so much Maggie. I didn't realize how much I needed that." Jenny stood back and looked at her friend. "So? How did it go?" "Oh my God, Maggie. That man of yours is a gem. I don't have to tell you how good it was. You already know." "He can fuck. I'll give him that." "It was so much more than that. It...it was how he made me feel. Made me feel about myself. You'd think I was the most beautiful woman in the world, Maggie. No man has ever made me feel like he did." "Jenny...you ARE beautiful. I wish you could see it." "You two are starting to convince me. Whew. My body is still racing." Maggie smiled and hugged her friend again. "I'm so happy you had a good night." "How about you," Jenny asked. "How were you down here? I was worried about you." "I played around and puttered. I was good, Jenny. I promise." "Good. I...I don't want anything to come between us. I mean...your husband is a wonderful man. I see how you fell in love with him," she blurted out without thinking. Jenny blushed as her words hung in the air. Maggie smiled and touched a hand to Jenny's cheek. "It's okay, honey. He loves you a little too. He always has." Jenny shrugged and gave an embarrassed smile. "I don't know how I can ever thank you, Maggie. That you let Tim do this for me...I..." "I have an idea how you can try," Maggie said as she took Jenny by the hand. "Let's go upstairs and you can show me some of what he did to you. Unless you're too sore for that." "I'm sore, Maggie. But not that sore." \* \* \* \* \* Late that evening, Maggie was curled up on Tim's chest after an hour plus of lovemaking. She turned her head up to look at him. "You have quite a fan in Jenny, Tim." "Oh? What did she say?" "She's walking around like a starry eyed teenager. I think she's in love." Tim chuckled. "Well, what can I say," he quipped as he puffed up his chest. "Oh, please. The poor girl hadn't been laid in six months. Don't go getting all full of yourself, there buster." Tim made a face and stuck his tongue out at her. "I'm surprised you can still do that after the day you've had," Maggie joked. She reached her hand up and turned Tim's face toward hers. "Honey...Jenny and I had a little time to ourselves today too." Tim grinned. "I kind of figured that." "Well...I was thinking...what if we...you know...what if we become a threesome." Tim looked down at her. "What do you mean...become a threesome?" "She isn't attached. She's living with us, and we all adore each other. It would be kind of a shame to not take advantage of that, don't you think?" "Are you sure you know what you're doing, Mag?" Maggie shrugged. "Does anyone ever really know what the hell they're doing? I'd like to give it a try if you're game." "Did you ask Jenny about it?" "No. I'd never do that without speaking to you first. But truthfully? I don't think we'd have to ask her twice." Maggie reached down to give Tim's cock a squeeze, finding him rock hard. She smiled and let out a little laugh. "I bet I can figure out your answer, honey." "Let's do it, Maggie. I'll do it. Just for you, baby." "Yeah right. Just for me," Maggie mumbled as she kissed her way down his abdomen to his cock. She took him into her mouth, and despite the day that he'd already had, it didn't take Tim long to come one last time. \* \* \* \* \* They were all looking at a busy week ahead. Maggie and Tim decided they would broach the subject with Jenny when Friday evening rolled around. Tim thought things might be a little awkward between Jenny and him, but he was wrong. Their daily routines remained the same as they'd been for the previous several months. Of course, that didn't mean that all three of them weren't thinking about the events of the prior weekend. Maggie and Tim fucked like bunnies all week, and Jenny nearly wore out her vibrator as she relived Saturday evening in her mind each night. Tim stopped at the butcher on his way home Friday, picking up some marinated porterhouse steaks. On a whim, he popped into the fish market next to the butcher and purchased some jumbo shrimp. He was planning on grilling a nice dinner and relaxing with some wine and a pair of beautiful women. At least, he hoped he'd be doing that. When he arrived home, Jenny was in the kitchen fussing with some potatoes. She looked up at him and smiled. "Hi Tim. Did you get the steak?" "I did. Their special marinated porterhouse. I picked up some shrimp too." "Yum. I'm making your favorite twice baked potatoes. Maggie is on salad, but I think she's slacking off," Jenny said with a wink. Tim feigned a deep sigh. "You women are so hard to keep in line," he said with a grin. "Yeah, right. You can hardly keep yourself in line, Tim." Tim was watching Jenny work. She had her hair up, with a few stray hairs hanging down. She looked radiant, and Tim was transfixed as he stood there watching her. She glanced up and saw the expression on his face, which made her blush and give him a shy smile. "Boy, you must really like these potatoes," she said. "It's as if they put you in a trance." "Oh, right. Sure. The potatoes. That must be what's drawn my eye." Jenny rolled her eyes at him, while her pussy tingled from his attention. She'd been hoping for a repeat performance, but neither Maggie nor Tim had broached the subject. She figured it was probably a one-time thing. A girl could dream, though, she thought. She finished putting the last of the potato mix into the skins, placing them on a baking sheet. "Why don't you give me the shrimp? I make a mean lime marinade that is perfect for grilling them." Tim handed her the bag of shrimp, then turned his attention to the steak. He loved the marinade the butcher used, but he liked to add a bit of his own seasoning to it. He walked up behind Jenny, who was still standing at the counter. He opened a cabinet door above her and reached up and around her to get out a platter. He was pressed up against her as he reached. Jenny was acutely aware of his body pressed against hers. She was also aware that it was quite intentional, and that his stiff cock was pressed against her ass. She felt his warm breath on her neck, and had an intense desire to have his lips there as well. It thrilled her and scared her at the same time. The last thing she wanted was to create problems in Tim and Maggie's marriage. Her body, however, knew no such thing, nor did it care. Her body felt him against it, and wanted more. Tim only lingered there for a moment before moving away. Jenny felt a sense of relief, but also frustration. She thought about how nice it would have felt if he had leaned over and left a trail of soft kisses on her neck. She struggled to push those thoughts away as Tim seasoned the steak. Once he'd finished, he put the platter into the fridge. Jenny was nervously making a marinade for the shrimp. He noticed that her hands were shaking a little. "It's okay, Jen. Relax. I'll behave." Jenny looked at Tim and took a deep breath. "Is that supposed to make me feel better? You know I've been thinking about all of this the entire week, right?" "You weren't the only one, Jen," said Maggie as she walked into the room. "I would have been disappointed if you hadn't been thinking about it." Jenny jumped, startled by Maggie's sudden presence. "I...you're not mad at me, are you?" Maggie walked over and gave her a hug. "No, Jenny. I'm not at all mad at you." She turned her attention to Tim. "Were you teasing poor Jenny?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Maybe just a little. She...she's kind of irresistible." "How about you open a bottle of wine, Romeo?" "Good idea," said Tim with a nod. He selected an Australian Shiraz from the Hunter Valley region and poured a glass for each of them. They carried their wine into the den, where Maggie had gotten a fire going in the fireplace. Jenny took a seat on the couch, while Tim settled in a recliner. Maggie was standing near Jenny, looking down at her. She took a sip of her wine before she sat on the edge of the couch next to Jenny. "There's something we wanted to discuss with you, Jenny." Jenny looked first at Maggie, then at Tim. She felt a moment of panic, thinking they were going to ask her to leave. She realized her friends were smiling before that thought took root too deeply. If not that...then what, she thought. "Jenny," Maggie began. "Tim and I absolutely adore you. We're so happy to have you living here with us." "I...I'm happy to be here too." "Look...I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to come out with it. What if we made what happened last week a more permanent arrangement? Between the three of us, I mean." Jenny looked back and forth between the two of them. "You...you want..." "We'd like you to share our bed with us, Jenny. Together, individually...however it happens. We've talked about it all week." "Wow," Jenny said. "I...I don't know what to say." "How do you feel?" asked Maggie. "Shocked. Happy. Excited. Scared." "Interested?" asked Maggie with a smile. "Hell yes," Jenny blurted out. "I'm interested." Maggie leaned over and gave her friend a soft kiss on the lips. "Good. How about we have some dinner? Then we can spend some time getting reacquainted with each other." "As if I'll be able to eat anything at this point," Jenny said with a nervous giggle. "You'll have to," said Tim. "You'll need your strength. \* \* \* \* \* The three friends had a leisurely dinner, relaxing and chatting nervously as they ate. When they'd finished, they all worked together to clean up the mess. The kitchen was clean in no time, and Tim poured each of them some more wine and followed the women back into the den. He put his glass on the coffee table and excused himself to go to the bathroom. When he returned, he sat in the middle of the couch and leaned back, trying to catch up on the conversation the women were having. Maggie and Jenny turned in his direction, each sporting a devilish smile. They walked toward him, splitting apart as they

walked around opposite sides of the table that was in front of him. A moment later, Tim had a woman curled up on either side of him, kissing and nuzzling his neck as their fingers worked the buttons of his shirt. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, Tim removed it and tossed it away. The kisses now drifted down his chest, and each woman sucked on one of his nipples until it was a little pebble, then bit hard enough to hurt. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you two choreographed something here," Tim hoarsely said. "Keep quiet," Maggie snapped. "Just do as we say." Tim shrugged, leaning back to watch. The trail of kisses now moved lower, down his abdomen. Each woman had moved a hand between his legs, fondling and rubbing his stiff cock through his jeans. The head of his cock was poking out of the waist band of his jeans, and he watched through a cascade of long hair as the two women lapped at it with their tongues. Jenny undid the top button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. Maggie yanked his briefs down and grabbed the shaft, stroking it a couple of times and making Tim moan. Then, in what Tim thought was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, his wife held his cock out to Jenny. "Here, Jenn. You taste first," she said. Jenny took Tim into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his head and bobbing up and down. Maggie watched with a look of lust on her face, patiently awaiting her turn. After a minute, Jenny pulled her mouth free and pointed Tim's cock toward Maggie. "Your turn, Mag." "Hold on. Let's get these pants off first. Stand up, Tim." Tim stood up and the women grabbed his briefs and jeans and pulled them down with one swift movement. Maggie pushed Tim back onto the couch and removed the clothes from around his ankles. The fact that he was barefoot made the process a bit simpler than it otherwise would have been. Maggie and Jenny once again met at Tim's cock. They kissed each other around the head of his cock, tongues entangled and lips locked. He was essentially in both of their mouths at the same time. Each woman had a hand on his shaft, their fingers intertwined as they slowly stroked him while they used their mouths on him and each other. Tim found himself losing control very quickly, as both the physical and visual stimulation were having a huge effect on him. He could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching. As if sensing it, the women went for the kill, aggressively stroking him until he grunted and thrust upward. Both Jenny and Maggie moaned when he erupted. The kissing didn't stop, as they shared Tim's cum, making sure he could see it covering their tongues as they lapped it all up like hungry kittens. They pulled away from his cock and kissed each other deeply, not stopping until they had swallowed every drop he'd given them. The pair broke the kiss and looked up at Tim. He was smiling from ear to ear as he made eye contact first with Maggie, then Jenny. "That was...that was the sexiest thing I've ever experienced in my life," he said. "Now we're screwed. How can we ever top that?" "How about you sit back and relax for a bit, Tim. Let's see how you feel about a little girl on girl show," Maggie replied. Jenny didn't say a word, instead giving Tim a lusty smile. "How about we move to the rug in front of the fire, Jenn?" suggested Maggie. "We can stretch out a bit there." Jenny stepped over the coffee table and sat down on the rug beyond it. Maggie joined her, and the two women started to kiss again. Maggie reached a hand up inside Jenny's t-shirt and grabbed the top of her bra. She yanked it down, freeing one of Jenny's tits from its confinement. Maggie gently pinched the nipple as she kissed her friend. The longer they kissed, the rougher Maggie got, making Jenny gasp with delight. Maggie bit Jenny's lower lip just hard enough to make her moan. "Damn. I'd forgotten you like to play a little rough, Mag. I like it." Maggie lifted Jenny's t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She took a good look as her friend sat there with one large breast exposed and the other still tucked away inside the bra. Maggie glanced over at Tim, who was intently watching, and gave him a wink. Jenny reached behind her and unclasped her bra, removing it and placing it on the floor. Jenny had a brief moment of disbelief as she sat there half naked in front of these two people. She was so overly sensitive about her body, but at that moment, she felt none of that. She felt comfortable; sexy and beautiful even. Maggie pushed her onto her back and pulled at the leggings she wore, taking them and her panties down in one fell swoop. Naked except for her socks, Jenny waited while Maggie pulled off her own top and removed her bra. Maggie's pants went next, and Jenny felt self-conscious as she looked up at her much thinner friend. She felt like an imposter who was suddenly exposed. Feeling a bit of panic, she glanced at Tim, sure that he'd make the same comparison she just had. Instead, he was watching her intently with desire in his eyes. He was watching her instead of Maggie, actually, and she could tell he was very happy with what he was seeing. His gaze calmed her, and she turned her eyes to Maggie who was now crawling on top of her. Maggie kissed her friend fiercely and hungrily as her hands roamed around her body. It didn't take long for Maggie to kiss her way down Jenny's body, ending up between her legs. Maggie kissed Jenny's needy cunt, delving her tongue as deep inside as she could. She started a rhythm, dipping her tongue in, bringing it up and lapping it over Jenny's clit, once in a while pausing to kiss and suck her friend's love button. Maggie took her time pleasing her friend. After a few minutes, she added fingers to the mix, slipping them deep inside Jenny and wiggling them as she assaulted Jenny's clit with her tongue. Jenny was torn between watching Maggie eat her and watching Tim, who was now stroking his renewed erection. She felt her orgasm rapidly building as the pleasure she was experiencing began to overwhelm her. Her body tensed up and she emitted a deep, guttural moan as an orgasm rocked her body. When Maggie was satisfied Jenny had finished, she moved up, lying down beside her and kissing her tenderly. She glanced up at Tim and waved him over. Tim got up from the couch and approached, sitting down on the opposite side of Jenny. Both women were staring at his stiff cock, causing him to break out into a grin. "Are you ready to do something with that thing?" Maggie asked with a sultry tone. "I've been waiting, honey." Tim moved towards Maggie, but she held up a hand and nudged him away. "No. I want to watch you fuck Jenny," she said. "Doggie style." "What about you? I don't want you to feel left out." "Do I look left out? You've been fucking me all week, Tim. Jenny needs some cock, honey. Fuck her good." Jenny let out a moan as she watched and listened. She wasted no time turning over and getting on her hands and knees with her ass pointed in Tim's direction. She looked over her shoulder at him as she wiggled her ass, clearly anxious for him to get started. Tim winked and moved in, wasting no time before he slid his cock deep inside her and slammed it home. Jenny let out a grunt as he held her tight against him, letting her feel full of his cock. He intentionally made his cock jerk inside her, and she moaned her approval. Tim started to move, getting into a good rhythm, fucking her deep and hard. Jenny pushed back into him with every stroke, wanting to feel him as deep as she possibly could. She dropped down to one elbow and reached a hand underneath her to rub her clit as he fucked her. Maggie moved around front and lay down with her face underneath Jenny's. "How does my husband's cock feel, Jenny?" she asked. "Do like having him fuck you, baby? Do you?" Jenny moaned and grinned around the lower lip she was biting as she rocked back and forth on Tim's cock, her large breasts swinging like pendulums. "You know exactly how good it feels, Maggie. I heard the sounds of him fucking you all week," Jenny breathlessly said. Maggie reached up, grabbed Jenny by the hair, and pulled her face down to hers. She kissed her friend deeply as Tim fucked her. Jenny was in heaven, her body like a jumble of raw nerves at that point. She rolled into another orgasm as Tim picked up his pace. Her body was still trembling when he grunted and thrust deeply inside her, again and again, emptying the reservoir that held his cum, refusing to stop until he could take no more. Jenny collapsed onto her tummy and Tim scooted beside her, petting her ass with one hand as he admired her curves. The three of them stayed quiet for ten minutes before Maggie sat up and broke the silence. "How do you feel, Jenn?" "Fucking incredible," Jenny replied with a deep laugh. "Are you tired? Do you need to rest, or would you like to do something for me now?" Jenny looked at Maggie with lust in her eyes. "I'd love to do something for you now, Maggie. Really love to." "Good. I was hoping you'd say that." Maggie got up and grabbed some pillows from the couch, making a pile on the floor. She directed Tim to sit in front of them with his legs apart and lean back into the pillows in a semi-reclined position. She sat between his legs and leaned back against him, spreading her legs wide open. She placed another pillow under her ass, tilting her pelvis up and fully exposing her to Jenny. Jenny crawled between Maggie's legs and smiled. She didn't need to be told what was expected of her. She ran her tongue the length of Maggie's swollen lips. Maggie was so turned on she was creaming with need, and Jenny spent some time casually licking her before getting down to business. Both Tim and Maggie intently watched as Jenny lapped at Maggie's cunt. "Fuck, baby," Maggie said to Tim. "Look at her. Look at her eating me honey. It feels so good, Timmy. Fuck." Tim had his hands on Maggie's tits, tweaking her nipples as they watched Jenny work. "Are you going to come for your friend, honey? She made me come, and now she's going to make you come too. Does that turn you on, baby?" "Fuck yes, Timmy. Fuck. Watch her baby. Look at her. Look at her having me." Jenny was now looking up at Tim, her bright blue eyes piercing his soul as her mouth covered his wife's pussy. She had four fingers inside Maggie and was fucking her as she sucked on her clit, bathing it with her tongue as she did. Maggie started to whine as she could feel her body preparing for a climax. Jenny sensed it approaching and became more focused on pushing her friend over the edge. "Timmy...Timmy...I'm getting close, baby...fuck...Jenny...Timmy..." Her words were cut short by what was nearly a howl as an orgasm rocked her body from her head down to her toes. She was having involuntary spasms as wave after wave rushed over her, feeling a level of pleasure she'd never in her life felt this deeply. Jenny kissed her way up Maggie's body and kissed her on the lips. She looked up at Tim and kissed him too, a deep aggressive kiss. "Do you like the taste of your wife's pussy on my lips, Timmy?" she asked, teasing him by repeating the name Maggie had used. "You're going to have to get used to that, Timmy. What do you think of that, huh? Are you ready for that?" "I'm going to hold you to that, Jenny." "Good. You'd better." Later, Jenny would reflect on that exchange with shock. It was completely out of character for her, and yet at the moment, it had seemed to be exactly the right thing to say. That later didn't happen until much later, because the three of them retired up to the big bed in the master bedroom for another round of sex. \* \* \* \* \* After that night, it became a regular occurrence for Jenny to come into the big bed with Maggie and Tim. Truth be told, she had moved into it for good, save the one night each week that she insisted the couple have alone time without her stuck in the middle. They teased her unmercifully about it, but she refused to relent to their pressure. She finished school in May of the following year, and was immediately offered a position at the university hospital that was only several miles from where they lived. She started working nights, which led to some hurried sexual encounters when she arrived home in the morning. Of course, they also had the evenings before Jenny had to go to work, but they had often restrained themselves to a large degree. She didn't think it wise to go to work spent and exhausted every night. Good fortune shone down on them after a couple of months. One daytime nurse retired, and another needed to switch to a night shift for personal reasons. Jenny was offered a daytime position, which she happily accepted. Often, it could take years for a nurse to be offered daytime hours. This was an unexpected surprise for the three friends. One Saturday morning, Jenny and Maggie were sitting in the kitchen sipping coffee and playing with their phones. Jenny nervously looked up at her friend, obviously wanting to say something but not knowing how to start. Maggie felt the eyeballs on her and glanced up at Jenny. "What is it, Jenn? You look a little scared." "Well...I was meaning to discuss something with you." Maggie tilted her head and held up her palms in a what's up gesture. "I've been thinking...I think...Someone at work kind of asked me out...and I was thinking..." "Jenny! My God, honey. What are you nervous about?" "Well...you know. We're kind of all wrapped up in this relationship. I...I don't know. I feel like we're together." "You are not our sex slave, Jenny." "I'm not talking about sex, Maggie. I love you both. Really. Love-love. Unless I'm wrong, I'm feeling the same thing back from the two of you." "You're not wrong, honey. We love you dearly. We'd be perfectly fine with you being a permanent part of our lives, okay? But we don't expect that from you. I know you. You've dreamed of a fairy tale wedding from when you were a little girl, complete with your very own Prince Charming. As much as I love Tim, he's no one's Prince Charming," she added with a chuckle. "Not everyone has or does that, Maggie. This situation has been so incredibly wonderful for me. I feel like I'm just going to ruin everything." "I'll tell you what, Jenn. You go ahead and date and whatever. If you realize you'd rather be here, well, we'll be here for you. Okay? Try it out." Jenny nodded and smiled, then blushed a little. "That doesn't mean I get booted from the big bed, does it?" Maggie laughed heartily and hugged her friend. "Hell no. You're always welcome there, honey." "Thank you, Maggie. You're really the best." Maggie looked at Jenny and smiled. "I've been expecting this, you know." "Why?" "You've just blossomed over the eighteen months you've lived with us. Honey, you have become the confident woman that we knew you were all along. It's almost as if you're a different person." "I will admit that I feel much better about myself, Maggie. But still..." "But still nothing, Jenn. I'll tell you something. Good men look for confident women. I'm not surprised you're getting attention. Not at all. What's more, I don't think losers like Mick even look at women like the one you've become. They look for wounded birds with broken wings that they can control and abuse at will." "Is that what I used to be? A wounded bird?" "I'm sorry Jenn. It isn't what I thought you were, but you had yet to spread your wings and see your own beauty and value. Now you have." "Well, if I have, I have you and Tim to thank for that." "You don't need to thank us, Jenny. It has been our pleasure," Maggie said with an evil little grin. "So, who is this mystery man?" "He's one of the interns at the hospital. We've become friendly with each other, and he's been after me to go out with him." "How do you feel about that, Jenn? Is he hot?" asked Maggie with an interested grin. "I like him, and I like the attention. He's...he's a little quirky and very funny." Maggie nodded her head. "So he's not hot?" "No...well...he is...but not in a typical way." "You should go out with him, Jenn. Put yourself out there and see what you find." "Are you sure you really won't mind?" Maggie embraced her friend and kissed her cheek. "Stop being so silly. I...we...want you to be happy, Jenny. You tell him yes, and I'll want a full report after the two of you go out." "Yes, mom," Jenny replied with a giggle. \* \* \* \* \* Several months later, the three friends were at dinner at Maroni's, Jenny having invited them as a show of appreciation. The food was wonderful, and they relaxed over glasses of wine after they'd finished eating. Jenny took a deep breath before bringing up the other reason she'd asked them to join her. She looked at her friends, quickly starting to speak. She was afraid she'd lose her nerve if she didn't. "I've been living with you guys for a long time now," she began. "It has, without a doubt, been one of the best parts of my life. I just can't tell you how much I appreciate everything you've done for me. Words can't begin to describe how I feel. I also know that my presence in your home has altered things for you." "For the better Jenn," Tim interrupted. "Even so...I think it's time for me to be a big girl and get my own place. I..." Jenny's blue eyes started to sprout tears as she tried to continue. "I love you both dearly. I don't really want to leave, but I also don't want to regret not leaving somewhere down the road." "Is there someone in the picture?" Maggie asked. "No...not really. You know I've been dating, but not exclusively. I'm out there, but I'm not really out there, if you know what I mean. Truthfully, I'm so engaged with the two of you, it's difficult for me to see past that." Maggie now had tears brewing as well, and Tim sat there looking at the two women crying. He wasn't feeling all that happy himself, but he managed to keep it under wraps. "I think I speak for both of us when I say that we want you to be happy, Jenny. We love you, and we'll help in any way we can. If things don't work out, you'll always have a place to come back to if that's what you'd like." "God, I love you two," Jenny said between sobs. Maggie and Jenny excused themselves to use the ladies room, still sobbing and dabbing at their eyes with tissues. The waiter came over after they'd gone. "Is everything okay, Mr. Tim?" Tim smiled. "Yes, thanks Mario, he said with a shrug. I have a way with women." Mario nodded and smiled. "Would you like me to bring the check?" Tim nodded. "Yes, thanks. We don't want to wear out our welcome here." Mario turned and headed to the back of the restaurant, leaving Tim alone with his glass of wine. The women returned, having pulled themselves together for the moment. After Tim paid the bill, they left and headed for home. \* \* \* \* \* Maggie helped Jenny search for a fitting apartment, and within two weeks they'd found the perfect place. The lease was signed, furniture was ordered, and Jenny was packed and ready to go. The three friends spent the day getting Jenny settled into her new home. It was a cute apartment in a two family home located in a wooded area. Jenny would be only minutes away from work, and still close to Maggie and Tim. Once Jenny was settled, they went out for a light dinner together. No one seemed to be very hungry, and they ended up boxing up most of what they'd ordered. Tim and Maggie drove Jenny back to her new home, and after some tearful goodbyes, left and drove to their house. They puttered about for a while before heading off to bed, hoping that sleep would overtake them. Instead, they both lay there, staring at the ceiling in the dark. Finally, Maggie broke the silence in the room. "The bed feels so big and empty, Tim. I wish Jenny was here." "I feel it too, honey." "I hope she's doing okay over there by herself," Maggie replied, secretly hoping that Tim would tell her to go see her friend. As if reading her mind, Tim responded to her thoughts. "Honey...this is what she wants. We have to give her the space she's asked for. She'll be fine." "I guess," Maggie said with a pout. Several miles away, Jenny was tossing around in her bed, unable to sleep. The bed felt entirely too empty to her, and she fiercely missed the company of her friends. She started to get up three separate times, ready to drive over and burst into the house. This was turning out to be harder than she thought it would be. Maggie rolled over and looked at Tim. "Honey...I know. I know...but I..." "Go. Do you want me to drive you over there?" Maggie grinned and gave him a deep kiss. "Thank you, honey. No...I'm okay to drive." She jumped out of bed and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt. Moments later, Tim heard the garage door rumble open and then closed, signaling Maggie was on her way. He chuckled and rolled over, hoping for some sleep. Once on the road, she cursed herself, realizing she was low on gas. She made a detour and headed to the big station that was open all night. Jenny rolled over and climbed out of bed. This was the fourth time she was up, and she'd lost the resolve to stop herself. Moments later she was in her car, driving over to her friend's house. She pulled into the driveway, and, still possessing the key, opened the door and let herself in. She walked up the stairs and down the hall toward the bedroom. "Maggie? Tim?" she whispered into the room. "Jenny?" Walking into the room, Jenny could see Tim alone in bed in the dim light that filtered through the windows. "Where's Maggie?" "On her way to your place," said Tim with a chuckle. "Oh my God. We're all pathetic, aren't we?" Jenny laughed. Tim shrugged. "Hey. All I know is that I'm still in bed," he said in a joking tone. "Yes. Yes you are," Jenny said in the sexiest voice she could muster. Tim held up a finger to her before grabbing his phone from the night table. He called Maggie on the speaker phone, and she answered on the first ring. "What's up Tim?" "Come home. We have a visitor." There was silence, then laughter on the other end of the line. "I see. Well, don't keep our guest waiting, Tim. Go ahead and entertain her while I'm headed back. I'll be home in a few." "Okay. Be careful, honey." "I will," Maggie said and hung up. Tim turned toward Jenny, and she was already slipping out of her clothes. She grabbed the blankets and pulled them down, tossing them aside before crawling up onto Tim and straddling him. "So...if you really weren't missing me," she began, "then I've been doing something wrong." Tim moaned as she positioned herself on top of his rapidly growing cock and ground into him. She leaned forward and kissed him softly, then caught his bottom lip between her teeth and bit it hard. "I'll have to remedy that right now...Timmy." She reached between them and rubbed his cock against her pussy. Wasting no time, she found her opening and guided him inside her, then sank slowly down until he was fully within her. She resumed kissing him as she slowly rode him, his hands on her hips, guiding her and holding her tightly. Tim was trying to control the tempo, but Jenny was having none of that. Her pussy gripped him tightly, and she moved and swayed and rocked, melting his resolve to prolong the encounter. "Give it to me, Timmy. I want to give Maggie something to clean up when she gets here," Jenny whispered in his ear as she bit his earlobe. Her words pushed him over the edge, and he grunted and thrust up hard as the first jet of his cum exploded out into her waiting pussy. She didn't stop riding him until she'd had every bit he could supply. She fell on top of him, and a moment later she felt Maggie's hand gently stroke her ass. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Hi, Mag. We have a present for you, honey." "Do you? I really like presents, Jenn," Maggie said in a sultry tone. "Tim...why don't you move to the bottom of the bed and lie on your back. Maybe you can eat while I do." Jenny rolled off Tim and he moved down near the bottom of the bed, his legs hanging over the edge and touching the floor. Once he had moved, Jenny took his spot, lying flat on her back with her legs spread open. Maggie straddled Tim's face and lowered her pussy down to his mouth. She let out a satisfied sigh, then leaned forward and brought her own face down to Jenny's pussy. She lapped at it hungrily as Jenny looked down and watched her. "That's it, baby," Jenny said. Clean up the mess your husband made of me, Maggie. Maggie moaned and giggled against Jenny's cunt, but didn't want to pull away to speak. "You like cleaning up after him, don't you? Timmy makes a mess, and you clean it up for him, right? You're pretty fucking good at it Maggie," Jenny breathlessly said. "Fuck. You're going to make me come, Maggie. How the hell can you do that so easily? Fuck." Jenny thrust her hips up and let out a loud moan as an orgasm rocked her body. Maggie kept up her attack, pushing Jenny past her sensitivity and rolled her into another orgasm a minute after the first. Jenny scooted away, needing a break. She spun around and lay with her face under Maggie's. They started kissing and touching each other as Tim continued to lick and suck Maggie's pussy. A few minutes later, Maggie tensed up and half howled into Jenny's mouth as she was overcome with her own orgasm. She rode Tim's face until she was satisfied for the moment. Tim moved up on the bed, lying in the middle with Jenny and Maggie curled up on either side of him. As they lay there, Jenny seriously thought about just giving up on her dreams and staying with her two friends. Her two lovers. She realized she couldn't do that, though. She would always wonder whether she made the right choice for her, which told her that it wouldn't be the right choice. She had to work the next morning, and she slipped out of the bed as noiselessly as possible. Maggie heard her and followed her downstairs. Jenny started a pot of coffee and sat at the table. "You look like you've had a hell of a night, Jenn. Why don't you hit the shower and I'll cook you an omelet?" "You guys spoil me, Maggie." Jenny stood up and headed for the stairs, stopping to hug her friend. "Thank you. I'll try again tonight." Maggie gave her a peck on the cheek. "Whatever you need, honey." "I love you, Maggie." "I love you too, Jenn. Now...go shower. If you get fired, we'll never get rid of you," Maggie said with a chuckle. \* \* \* \* \* Jenny was exhausted by the end of her shift, and she headed directly home. In a way, she was happy to be so tired, because she knew she'd sleep. She made herself a salad with some sliced chicken and sat by herself in front of the evening news as she ate. After she'd finished, she poured herself a glass of wine as Alex Trebek held court on Jeopardy. The wine was gone within a half hour, and so was Jenny. She awoke on the couch at a little after two in the morning and groggily made her way to bed. By four, she was wide awake, feeling alone and sullen. She tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable again. She switched on the light and reached over to the night table for a book. It was an anthology of works written by a group of friends that had gathered at a cabin in the woods one summer, each of them with a writing goal they wanted to accomplish. Jenny had some favorites in the book, and she flipped to one of them now. She lost herself in the story and read until the break of dawn. The sun rose, bright and hot, casting a warm golden glow into the bedroom. Jenny was bathed in the sunlight and she felt better. Things always seem better in the light of day, she thought to herself as she pulled off the blankets and headed for the kitchen. She put a K-cup into her Keurig and brewed some coffee. She had just taken her first sip when her phone rang. Jenny looked at the display and smiled. She touched the phone screen and put the phone to her ear. "Maggie. Hi. I was just thinking about you." "Funny. I was thinking about you too, Jenny. How did it go?" "Okay. You know." "Yeah. It sucked," replied Maggie with a laugh. "Well, at least I did get some sleep," Jenny said. "I was so tired after being up most of the night and then working all day." "That's good, Jenn. Are you working today too?" "Yeah. I'm off again on Wednesday, then Saturday." "Saturday? Hmmm. How would you like to come over for dinner Friday night?" Maggie asked hopefully. "Would I be the dessert, Mag?" asked Jenny with a giggle. "I sure hope so." "We'd love that, but we're leaving it up to you. We're going to have an open door policy, Jen. Our door will always be open to you, whenever you need it to be. No pressure though. Okay?" "I was hoping...I mean...I know I'm the one who wanted this, but I didn't mean I NEVER want to stay over." "Good. I was hoping you hadn't meant that," Maggie said with a smile. "I'm glad you slept, honey. I barely did, and now I need to shower and get ready for a meeting at work." "I'd better get ready myself too. I'll talk to you later Mag." "Bye Jen." Jenny hung up the phone and took a deep breath. She glanced at the clock and realized she had a little time before she had to leave for work. Hearing Maggie's voice had made her feel lonely again. She decided to combat the lonely with something else, and headed up to the bedroom. She sprawled on the bed and reached into her night table drawer for her vibrator. After several orgasms, Jenny felt somewhat satisfied, but still alone. This wasn't going to be easy, she thought. \* \* \* \* \* In the weeks that followed, Jenny found herself spending nearly four or five nights each week with her friends. Gradually, she began to wean herself from going over there that often. She had been receiving a fair amount of attention from some of the men she worked with, and more than a few patients. She climbed onto the dating bandwagon, starting off slowly. With Maggie's encouragement, she began to accept more invitations, and within six months, she nearly needed an assistant to manage her schedule. Jenny was enjoying the attention she received. She'd never before had men interested in her the way they were now. It took a while for to really believe, but once she did, her confidence shot skyward. As is often the case, that increase in self-confidence made her appear even more attractive to the men around her. Despite that, her sex life was still somewhat limited. Part of that was because she always had Maggie and Tim to fall back on, and part of it was she was still a little old fashioned at heart. As enjoyable as sex was, she wanted some kind of connection before she slipped into bed with someone. One Saturday, Jenny was visiting with Maggie and Tim. She appeared quite nervous, as she had something she wanted to discuss with them. She had regaled Maggie with her dating stories, but she had held back a little. There was one man that had caught her attention, and Jenny had grown quite fond of him. After dinner, as they were relaxing with some wine, Jenny decided it was time to confide in her friends. "I've been meaning to discuss something with you guys," she began. "You both know I've been seeing a number of people, but there's this one guy...I kind of like him a lot." "Jenny! You've been holding out on me. Which one is it?" prodded Maggie. "I haven't mentioned him that much, which maybe should have told me something. His name is Rich, and he's an intern at the hospital." "Rich, huh?" Tim asked with a raised eyebrow. "Don't you start getting all overprotective, mister," Maggie chided him. "Well? Tell us more, Jenny." "Well, let's see. He's hot. He's smart, kind, and ambitious. He has a great sense of humor. Oh, did I mention he was hot?" Jenny asked with a giggle. "Twice," replied Tim, feigning jealousy...or perhaps he wasn't really faking it. "Anyway...you know...both my parents are gone. I...I have no one I can bring him home to meet...but I do have you two. I'd love for you to meet him and tell me what you think. He's a really nice guy too. I think we'd all get along great together," she said hopefully. "We'd love to Jenny," Maggie squealed. "I'm so happy for you." Tim gave her a hug. "He's one lucky son of a bitch, and I'm going to tell him just that." "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll keep a leash on this one," Maggie said as she pointed a thumb at Tim. Over the ensuing months, they all became fast friends, spending most of their free time together. Little by little, Jenny began to limit the amount of time she spent in bed with Maggie and Tim, eventually ending it entirely. Her relationship with Rich had blossomed into a full on romance, and she'd decided that she wanted to give him her full attention. One weekend, Jenny and Rich came over for a barbeque. While the women were in the kitchen fussing over the salad and side dishes, Tim and Rich were out at the barbeque grilling chicken and having a few beers. Rich paced nervously about for a few minutes before broaching the topic he wanted to discuss. "Tim...can we talk for a minute?" "Hmmm. This sounds serious. What's up?" "I'm nervous as hell. Okay. You know Jenny and I have been exclusive for a while now. I...she's really an incredible woman, Tim. I've never met anyone like her before." "She sure as hell is, Rich." "Yeah. Well...how do you think she feels about me?" "You don't need to ask me that, Rich. Don't you see the way she looks at you? The way she is with you?" "Well, yeah. But you know...this relationship the three of you have had. She loves you both. She shares your bed. I...I was just wondering if she ever said anything." "Have you asked her to stop sharing our bed?" Rich shook his head no. "I can't. I love her, but...I want her to be happy. I'm not going to try to control her. I have no intention of changing a single thing about her." Tim nodded. "Well, I'll tell you my friend. She hasn't joined us in months. What does that tell you?" "So she decided to cut it off with you guys?" "Well it sure as hell wasn't me," Tim replied with a chuckle. "She never told me. She...I'm in love with that woman, Tim. I'm planning on asking her to marry me." Rich began to laugh. "Jesus. I feel like I'm asking her father for permission." Tim clapped him on the shoulder. "It's not for me to say, but if it was...I'd be happy as hell to tell you to go for it. I've never seen Jenny this happy. Truthfully, I wanted to dislike you, but I can't. Actually, I'm happy to be able to count you as one of my friends. Do you have a plan?" "I do. I have the ring already. We're going out to Montauk next weekend. I'm going to ask her there." "Nice. I guess I'd better get ready for Maggie running around and helping to plan a wedding," Tim laughed. "You think she'll say yes?" "I'd be shocked if she didn't." "Anyway...about Maggie. Could you maybe not tell her I'm going to propose? Somehow, those two are so much on the same wavelength that Jenny will manage to figure out something is up." "Under one condition," Tim replied. We can't tell Maggie I knew. I'll never hear the end of it if she finds out I didn't tell her." "Deal," Rich answered, holding a hand out to Tim. Tim shook his hand as the women came out of the house. "What's that about?" Maggie asked. "We just made a bet on which one of you would get drunk and jump naked into the pool first," Tim answered. "Big bucks involved here." "Oh, brother. You see what I have to deal with?" Maggie asked Jenny. "He's like an overgrown teenager." Tim gave them both a raspberry as he removed the meat from the grill. \* \* \* \* \* Tim hooked his arm around Jenny's as the piano player began to play Hymne by Vangelis. He looked over at her, stunningly beautiful under her bridal veil. "Are you ready, Jenn?" he asked her. Jenny smiled and nodded, holding back tears. She was thrilled that Tim had agreed to give her away to Rich, well aware that it was symbolic in several ways. They began the march down the aisle, following behind the bridesmaids and other ushers. When they reached the altar, Tim raised her veil and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you," she whispered. Tim stepped up and shook Rich's hand before moving aside so the groom could take his place beside the bride. He made his way over to Maggie's side and she grabbed his hand and squeezed it, fighting back tears and sobs. A half hour later, Jenny and Rich were officially a couple in the eyes of the State of New York. The wedding party made their way back down the aisle and moved outside in front of the church, where the couple waited to greet their guests. Jenny waved Maggie and Tim over, anxious to see them first. "Come here you," the beaming bride exclaimed as she opened her arms and embraced Tim. She tilted her face up toward his and leaned in for a kiss, full and open mouthed, her tongue doing a tango with his. They broke the kiss with a giggle as the bride leaned back and looked up at him. Hours later, Maggie and Tim watched as the limousine pulled away. Their friends were headed off on a twelve day cruise around the Greek Islands. Maggie and Tim were heading back home. When they got into the car, Maggie sidled up to Tim and kissed his neck. "Our girl is all grown up," she laughed. "Now what?" "I have a few ideas," Tim replied with a sly grin. "I always do." \* \* \* \* \* *Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoyed it, and I'd appreciate if you'd vote and, if you wish, leave a comment or feedback. Thank you!*

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, humor, magic, popping, succubus Text: Monique couldn't believe it was working. Who would have thought that a twenty dollar pseudo-pregnancy potion and some bullshitting would have so much mileage in a high school reunion? Her old classmates were noticing for the first time that she actually existed, and some of the ladies were --she couldn't believe it-- actually jealous of her. It was amazing! Just another half hour to go and then everyone will think she has a fiance named Chad and a cozy apartment in Boston! Then she'll have at least twenty years to figure out what to do with her life, get a job, move out of mom and dad's house, start dating, and all that other stuff too. More than enough time, right? She also could have believed someone had swapped her heart for a timpani and lodged it in her throat. This was the final stretch, after all. Everything falls apart in the final stretch. Every. Single. Time. It's like one of the laws of physics or something. Newton's first law of bullshitting: everything goes wrong in the final stretch. The attention is great and all, but why won't they just go bother someone else now? Why did she have to be the center of attention? Why not, like, the event horizon of attention or something? She had no idea how long until her potion would start wearing off, and if she wasn't history before it did she was royally fucked. Monique was also kicking herself for not buying a second potion to make sure her clothes actually fit before going. Her dress was a full body tourniquet, and the neon green color made her feel like a walking lime. Her ass was about as well covered as one would expect in a pornography story, and it wasn't like she could get any of her panties to fit properly and comfortably so she had to go commando. Which of course meant shuffling everywhere like an old lady to keep anyone from getting an easy peek at her crotch. She felt, and to some degree looked, like a camwhore. If she ever wanted to know what a sausage felt like, she sure as hell knew now. She barely managed to stuff her tits inside of her bra this morning. God, why won't they just go away? At this point, she just wanted to go hide in a dark room until this was all over. I mean, being noticed is great, but privacy is a little underrated. "Shit!" And now she was drenched in some stupid redhead's stupid glass of stupid water. Just when it couldn't get any worse. "Did I get you?" The bimbo asked. "Shit, I'm so sorry! Fuck, I knew I shouldn't have worn these heels. I roll my ankles in them all the time!" Monique laughed it off, "It's okay, it happens. No problem!" But she was actually pissed the fuck off. "Hold on, I've got some napkins in my purse." The redhead pulled a baseball sized handful of wrinkly old napkins out of her dime-sized purse and shoved it in Monique's hands. "I'll go to the bathroom and get some paper towels, too!" "No, no, no! No, it's--" And she was gone. Fucking great. The napkins didn't really help much. Rocks were more absorbent than these things. She couldn't uncrumple half of them without ripping them apart. And the constant bombardment of comments from everyone around her didn't exactly dry her clothes any faster. Why won't they go away? Who was that, anyway? She didn't remember any redheads in high school. Certainly no one that looked like her. Drop dead gorgeous face, six feet tall, cannonball breasts, and her hair wasn't just red-- it looked like it was set on fire. Anyone that looked like her, Monique would have remembered. Why did she have so many in the first place? And why are they all from Burger Wiz? Monique uncrumpled the last napkin, which apparently had black streaks on it. "Oh, it's sharpie." Monique's blood froze. Written in big letters was "LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE". "Oh, look at that! Out of napkins, I'm going to, uh-- yeah." Monique shoved her way through her circle of parasites and went so far as to walk to the bathroom, to the butt-clenching terror of her dress. She burst through the door and scanned the line of stalls. Her heels clacked on the white tile floor, driving her crazy with anxiety on her way to the first stall. She pushed the door and peeked in. Empty. What about the second one? Empty. Third? Empty. Fourth? Empty. Fifth? Empty. Aw, hell. Empty. "Where the hell is she?" Just in case she somehow missed her, she checked the stalls again on her way to the door. Empty again, of course. She grabbed a paper towel and wiped herself a little bit drier, taking the opportunity to make funny faces at herself in the mirror in the meantime, as was the habit of someone as desperately lonely as her, and totally normal. Well, at least she told herself that. At least she did manage to look rather attractive in her dress. It really couldn't have worked without her freshly tanned skin, which gave her a deceivingly healthy glow. It was a good thing she took a nap at the beach yesterday. "I'm lucky I tan so good. I walk outside and just-- bam! I couldn't bother to put in the effort if it wasn't so easy." She grabbed another paper towel. "I bet that dumb redhead burns like paper in the summer." "You'd be surprised, actually. My skin holds up pretty well." Her reflection said. Have you ever had the wind knocked out of you? Sort of like how your body feels at the bottom of a roller coaster, where your organs just turn into mashed potatoes in your feet and your brain feels like a water balloon? At the moment, Monique was feeling remarkably similar to that. Her reflection continued, "I mean, I can't tan for the life of me, but that's not worth caring for if I'm honest. Especially when I look ten times better than you." Apparently, Monique had fallen into some lucid dream. Her reflection took on a life of it's own. It's eyes changed from her familiar chestnut brown to a sulphuric yellow while a terrifyingly smug grin unveiled a bandolier of carnivorous canines. Her black hair grew longer before Monique's eyes, while the strands peeled apart like bananas and exposed a disturbingly familiar red color beneath. Hell, it clearly wasn't her reflection anymore. Like wet paint in a rainstorm, her olive skin withered away until it was an albacore white. Wait, is it taller now? Her belly shrank until it was flat and trim, while her breasts got even bigger. Finally, to top it all off, two little horns --which if it weren't for the terrifying circumstances could almost be called cute-- poked out of her hair like a pair of bamboo shoots. "Wait, you-- you're the redhead!" "Wow, really? I had no idea! Anything else you wanna tell me I already know? Oh, I know! Tell me that I'm in a mirror! Go on, do it!" "Uh, y-you're in a--" "Shut up!" The redhead climbed onto the counter and grinned. Her menacing teeth sparkled as she spoke. "I love this part." The redhead slowly pressed her hand on the glass, which bent and deformed around her fingers like gelatin. It snapped back when it got as far as her wrists. She pushed her other arm through, and then her head. It was like watching an actually decent horror film. It wasn't until the redhead was halfway through that Monique made an uncomfortable observation. "Why-- uh, why are you naked?" "Personal preference." The redhead was as far out as her waist, wiggled her butt out, and gracelessly plopped onto the floor. "Oh, damn it! Well, I guess there's no point in a second take." As the readhead climbed back onto the counter to pose like she should have done, Monique rushed for the door and jerked on the handle. "What, you're not stupid enough to think that someone who can crawl out of a fucking mirror world couldn't lock doors, right? Tell me that much." The mirror directly behind the redhead started to fog up. Monique pulled on the door as hard as she could, but it wouldn't budge. "You done yet?" Monique turned around and pressed her back against the door. "I-- Uh, who..." "Who are you, what are you, I'm so scared, blah blah blah. I'll give you the short version: Hi, I'm a demon and my name is Alba, nice to meet you, let's get down to brass tacks." "Uh, O-Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy--" Alba recoiled in faux horror. "Oh! Oh, no! She's saying the Lord's Prayer! What ever shall I do? I'm burning! I'm burning!" She burned Monique with her eyes, "You feel stupid, yet? 'Cause if you don't, I could keep going." Alba hopped down from the counter. "Stupidity's cute, ain't it? And let me tell you, you are being --so-- cute right now." Monique backed away as Alba sashayed closer until the electric shock of the cold bathroom wall hit her in the spine. Alba slithered up to Monique in an almost grotesque display of malicious confidence. She put a broiling hand on Monique's distended gut and slipped the other behind the small of her back. Monique began to sweat from the sudden heat coming from Alba's furnace of a body. "And you are so bad at lying that insulting would be a compliment." Her hand glowed briefly, and Monique's belly deflated. "Hey, hey! What's going on? Stop it! What are you doing?!" "Something to piss you off." "I-- Is that all?" "Pfft, like I'd let you off that easy. Babe, we are going to have so much fun!" Alba grabbed Monique's arms and tugged her into a stall. "By the way, if you tell Hilda about any of this, I'll fucking kill you 'till you're dead." "Who's--" "Shut up." Alba half-pushed, half-placed Monique on the toilet, and hastily sat on her lap. Monique was a chemistry set of emotions. Alba took a deep breath, as if to say "let's start over" and then played with Monique's hair. Her other hand was gently placed very high on Monique's thigh. "Babe, you are so utterly and royally screwed, I hope you realize that. I mean, I don't really have a way to justify what I'm going to do to you, but you have a good enough list of sins to call it karma." "What are you talking about?" "Sloth, for one. Besides that, you're a pathological liar, and a bit of a perv to be honest. I mean, just how many times did you steal other girls' underwear in gym class? Forty five, forty six? And you sold a whole bunch of 'em to that kid who turned out to be a sex offender, so the cards aren't really stacked in your favor on this. Sorry!" "Wha- I- H-How do you know that?!" "I'm a fucking demon, do you really need to ask?" Alba's hand glowed as it moved up from Monique's thigh to her stomach. "Tell you what, Let me give you back that 'baby bump' and then some. I'm thinking that I'll put a good ol' curse on you..." Alba moved her fingers in a circle on her belly, "Liquidize all that delicious guilt you're carrying around into a fluid-- and plop it right in your belly!" "Oh, god! Please, don't!" Alba laughed. "I wish I could! No, I'm going to put a neat little conduit in your gut. I mean, it's not as ironic, but you'll fill up with magicks till you burst, so who cares? Like I said, think of it as karma." "Oh, god!" "Exciting, right? I just figured out how to do it, too!" Monique tried to pull herself up, but Alba was deceptively heavy. Evil is an incredibly dense material, after all. Alba laughed at the attempt. "Babe, if I were you --and boy am I glad I'm not-- I would just sit tight and enjoy the ride while it lasts." Something stirred deep inside Monique's abdomen, shifting and moving like an eel. Her stomach, no, her whole body heated up like a fire was kindled and growing in strength. "Toasty, right?" Alba rubbed her hand up to the hem of Monique's dress and dug her dagger-like finger under the cloth. An effortless twitch later, a four inch long rip cascaded up her thigh. Again on the other side, and her dress was utterly ruined. Alba gently grabbed hold of the inner corners of the rips, and with another effortless yank upward, the whole front of Monique's dress was ripped off like a bandaid. "I want a better view." The fiery stirring grew hotter and larger until Monique's whole body was practically cooking. "Am I... glowing?" Monique said. Indeed she was. It was faint, but a definite purple glow emanated from her belly. "Well, look at that, your aura is purple. The more you know." Monique cringed and clenched her teeth. "Poor baby, you have a tummy-ache? Let momma kiss it bye-bye." The purple glow brightened by just a hair, and a faint gurgle from her belly washed a wave of excitement over Alba, and threw Monique into a sea of terror. Her skin tightened all over, and she grunted impulsively. "Come on, it's not that bad." A slight paunch snuck its way forward. Monique glowed just a little brighter. Alba crossed her legs and drummed her fingers on Monique's thigh. "Why is it so slow?" Monique's brain attempted to process what was happening, but made it about halfway through before calling it a day. Alba sprang to her feet and stormed her way to the counter and hopped on. She shifted from position to position, staring at Monique as the poor victim slowly grew. Her entire body was filling simultaneously, and taking it's fucking time while it was at it. Monique's belly grew so slowly it might as well have been really pregnant. Her limbs were clearly stiff, so there was none of the rubbing and exploring that novices typically did, and quite honestly, the pace was so slow it really killed the mood. To sum it up, Alba was totally put off and quite irritated. "Hurry the fuck up, you stupid conduit!" Monique's body was torturously tight, and her limbs slowly straightened outward. It was getting harder to stay seated, especially because her back was pushing against the flusher. "Umm... Excuse me? Miss, uh, demon lady?" Alba sighed and dropped her head into her hands. "It's Alba." "Alba?" "What?" "Can, uh, can you please move me out of the stall? I'm getting stuck." Monique's sides were glancing the stall walls, and she was close to getting trapped. Alba sighed again. "Fine." Alba hopped off the counter and yanked Monique out of the stall, though the remaining space in the bathroom wasn't very promising. At least she was finally getting round. She looked like a distorted Vitruvian woman with her comically round body and outstretched limbs. Alba tried to glean something exciting or erotic from it, but it wasn't really there for her. "How do people find this sexy?" She mumbled. Alba paced around Monique as she grew, like a scientist analyzing some data. Her breasts were bigger, but it wasn't mindblowing. Her ass was in the process of melding into her back, so nothing there. Overall, the sheer rotundity of Monique was underwhelming. Alba grabbed Monique's arms and wiggled them. No, the squeaking wasn't hot either. Alba grumbled and ran a fingernail along Monique's stomach. Sure enough, her skin squealed, as did Monique, in protest. Sure, the terror and misery was hot, but Alba could just as well torture someone without all this stupid waiting around. Alba sighed again. "Well, color me bored." Alba pressed a finger into Monique's skin, bringing the entranced girl back to her senses and screaming for mercy. That was the best one so far, but again with the torture thing. Alba was at a loss. Alba snapped her fingers and a phone appeared in her hand. She punched in some numbers and listened to the ringer. "Yo Hilda. No, I don't care that you're working right now. No, I'm not moving out. No, I'm not-- you know, just shut up, okay? Listen, I'm inflating this chick right now-- shut up! I'm inflating some chick, and I just don't get it. What? What do you mean I 'can't go around inflating people' I'll do whatever I want! Listen, what about it is so sexy to you? No, this is an appropriate phone conversation. Because I said it is. Just answer my question! For fuck's sake, you can't not know! It's your fetish! I don't care that I'm repeating everything you're saying! Fuck you!" Alba hung up the most bewildering conversation Monique had ever witnessed and sighed again. Monique was still growing, and nearly half of her limbs were swallowed up by her body. Her breasts were decently assimilated, and her body looked about five feet across. "Man, that glowing is annoying. How you doing?" Monique attempted a shrug. "Alright, I guess. I'm not really going to explode, am I?" "With any hope, you will. But at this rate, I really don't know." It was amazing how relaxing it was to watch your supposed dominatrix stumble over every possible hurdle to your demise. It could even be called therapeutic. Alba sat on the counter and dejectedly stared at Monique. "You're not scared?" "Well, I know I should be. But I don't really feel like I'm in any danger. I just sort of figure you'll mess it up and I'll be fine." "Fucking fantastic." "Do you want me to act scared?" "...No." "Come on, I could scream a bit, beg for my soul or something?" "Why would I want your crappy soul?" The last bits of Monique's limbs sank into her body, leaving her just a sphere with two hands and feet, with a head on top. She just barely graced the ceiling. "That's not the point-- and could you roll me forward a bit?" Alba shrugged and obliged her request, then hopped back on the counter. "Thanks. Anyway, I could just act scared. Would that make you feel better?" Alba pulled up her legs and wrapped her arms around them. "...I guess, yeah." "Ahem... Oh god! God, help me! Please, someone! I'm so tight! My skin feels like a drum! I-- ah, ah, oh god! I don't know how much bigger I can get! I could burst at any second!" Alba tried to hide the smile growing on her face, but just couldn't help it. "Okay, fine. I feel a little better." "See? That's better." Monique's body pushed against the ceiling and bulged outward. Her skin began to creak. "You know, I actually kind of like the purple glow. It's soothing." "I... guess it looks kind of nice... in a stupid way." "See? I knew you-- liked it. Oh, oh the pressure just kicked up to eleven. Nnng, I thought it was tight before!" "Boy, were you wrong." "I-- ooh, jeez. I uh, I really-- am going to p--op am I?" "Oh yeah." "Is th-there at least... Some-- way I can s-slow it down?" Monique's face was dark red. Her body was groaning all over and the purple glowing was getting brighter and brighter. "Not any slower than it is right now." "Haah-- Have to say, this-- kinda sucks." "I bet." "Mm, I really think this it!" "You really look big." "Nnng, Alba! Please, stop it! I don't-- want to-- Alba! Are you-- even paying attention! I'm doing ev--erything I can here!" Alba sighed again. "Fine. Ha ha ha. You'll meet your doom. I'm evil." The groaning was getting unbearable. "Come-- on! Alba I'm tr--ying to make you feel-- better! The least you could do-- is.. Is...oh, man! Ah! Ow! Ow! Alba, just-- try to at least--" That's the furthest Monique got. Unfortunately, she really did explode, like Alba thought she would. And it was a good and big boom, at least. Not devastating, but pretty loud. Monique's skin was scattered all over the place, and the entire room was filled with a soft purple glow. "Man, that sucked." Alba dejectedly hopped off the counter and sighed before snapping her fingers and vanishing. Seconds later, the curious crowd burst through the door. It was a good thing Alba got out of there when she did, or else would have been quite the explanation to have to give. Especially the part where some people suddenly grew antlers, or turned into toads, or shot fire out of their fingers as the magicks dissipated from the room. Don't worry, it was only temporary.

Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 42 Tags: dragon (s)layers, dungeons and dragons, cleric, no sex, story progression, character progression, series, adventure, divine, half elf **Interlude II** **The Bloodstained Blonde** *"What resplendence, what beauty! Poetry in motion is to die and walk among the star flowers for a mere glimpse at divinity, to toil in a god's name for years to hear the voice of your patron? The things we do in the name of connecting to our gods are nearly limitless and in the end we can only but glimpse at the power of the divine pillars that hold up our world.* *Even so, to those who take this path, life has a unique and powerful meaning- it isn't the first thought of the common man to question why his disease suddenly breaks any more than he would the first or last breath in his lungs. The common man never questions the source of miracles, nor how they are paid for."* *\-Unknown* *Letters From the Gods Volume 114* **The Cherub** The world could be thought of as a sea of specific and occasionally non-specific places, wrapped tightly in the threads of mundane existence were the means to access them if properly trained. Yamma was too 'young' to really understand the ins and outs of how such things worked, and realistically she shouldn't have been allowed to access this travel at all- the Collective had assigned her to a charge; she was meant to be with Amaranth, not wandering the world. But the goddess Isira had pulled her aside for a moment after Amaranth touched her and consigned their agreement. That moment was a specific moment in the world of non-specific ones that mortals existed within. It wouldn't hurt Amaranth, but still- it had been a show of defiance, a failure of duty. Yamma would surely be punished if the Collective found out. Or, dare she think it, the Holy Elisandra Herself. Yet, for all her concern for her charge and herself, she couldn't help but be fascinated by Isira's presence. Even outside of this dingy little plaster and wood home, She lit up the area around Her like a beacon. Amaranth by comparison cast off a candle's glow in her mind. Yamma still hadn't composed herself into a physical body yet- no sense in scaring the locals, but she was getting ready to when Isira knocked on the door to the house. Strange. Why would She? The answer came a moment later when an attractive looking older woman opened the door with a walking stick in one hand and a basket of gardening tools in the other. Her brown hair was bound loosely behind her head and long strands hung down either side of her age-rounded features, almost concealing the spots where her eyes should have been. Yamma could tell instantly that her eyelids concealed no bulge like most of the humanoids she'd encountered. Even so, the woman's eyes remained closed as if she was going out of her way not to scare people but she was too proud to wear a mask. The way she wore her field dress and blouse marked her as a worker of some sort, but she still carried herself as if she was the best worker. . . .person she could be. Maybe it was Amaranth's abiding respect for inner strength or her own growing awareness of her own tastes, but Yamma liked her instantly. Even as the brown haired woman opened the door she was starting into some rehearsed speech with a gentle lilt. "Don't get many visitors unless their looking for alms or trying to make me 'see the light,' so lemmie warn you up front, I'm broke and the last thing I saw got me so hot and bothered I never wanted to see again, so the bar is set pretty high if you're trying to surprise me." Isira actually stalled for a second before she chuckled. "In more polite circles that might be considered rude to rebuff a visitor, Leslie." Yamma tuned out their conversation to her peripheral senses. Something was off here. This Leslie woman radiated an aura, not quite divine in nature but there was a faint touch of natural magic to her. It glowed vines up her spinal column and in the back of her brain, a soft purple radiance that the cherub felt a certain pull from. Like a long lost connection to a world that had long since ceased to exist. In the world of mortals, this woman, this farmer? She was a specific place. How was that possible? Isira was mid-sentence when Yamma turned her attention to the two again. "-I am willing to imagine things for you and you're ready to throw them away already?" She tutted. "Hardly fair." "I have a great imagination," Leslie said casually. "Like right now I imagine you meandering down the road to the Kettle and getting drunk before you go around pretending to be a goddess. At least then people will write you off as being sloshed instead of insane. Won't that be fun?" The woman turned back into her house. "And tell your friend that leering over your shoulder isn't doing your case any good." Yamma startled for the first time in her comparably short existence. The door slammed. Isira looked at the door for a moment and then spared Yamma a glance. Her angular features turned a little sour, mildly irritated and somehow proud. She spoke with a faint bemusement. "Little Keiter, what have you brought me this time, hm?" "She's different." Yamma dared express. "She can see me. . ." "Indeed she can, and somehow not me." "Maybe you should demonstrate to her? I- forgive me, goddess, I ha-" "We've talked about this, dear. Call me Isira if you must call me anything." The goddess eyed the woman's home thoughtfully, smiling a touch as She did so. "I like her, she's going to be fun. Do you know how long its been since I had fun with someone?" For some reason that stung and Yamma couldn't figure out why. "I should get back to my charge-" "Before you go," no sooner did the words leave Her finely sculpted lips than both She and Yamma were in the mortal's home. A tired looking place coated in a thin layer of dust and decorated by clothing hanging on the walls- and a jar of ashes spilled on the floor. The ashes had a human tint to them. . . Odd. Leslie stiffened and wheeled on the new visitors with her walking stick raised in a pathetic show of defense. Her posture was sloppy and loose, she was about as threatening as a blade of grass but Isira stayed out of her swing range all the same. "I am not easily offended, you know. Every once in a while I find someone that can push that boundary, though-" "How'd you-" "I'm not going to hurt you, Leslie, you can relax." The mortal 'watched' the two intruders warily, somehow tracking Yamma as she shifted her presence side to side. A very strange mortal indeed. "Your friend looks kindda jumpy- let's keep things friendly, huh?" "Yes, cherubs always have been a little disconnected and curious. If not, they'd not be able to fulfill their function! But rather than bore you with the details, I'd like to talk to you about that necklace you're wearing. . ." Leslie clutched her staff a little tighter. "This is where I say something like I don't know what you're talking about, or how about 'get the hell out of my home'? That sounds pretty appropriate, too." Isira shifted Her presence towards Yamma. In a stage voice She murmured. "I think she fears I'll do her harm, what say you, little one, would I-" "Not helping your case! Listen, you had a joke at the blind woman's expense, har har now for your sanity and my sake, kindly piss off, yeah?" "Tch," Isira tutted. "Let's try this again; Keiter brought you to me- quite agreeably- and I'm here to make a proposition. . ." That stopped Leslie momentarily, eventually she settled her attention on Isira and pouted her lips. "I. . . .don't tell me. This was all some kind of con game, right? Boo hoo, I'm a helpless little elf in a big human world who-" "Keiter is anything but an elf! For one, no pointy ears and a rather substantial endowment- some of my better work, I must say." When Leslie opened her mouth to retort Isira cut her off with a playful chuckle. "But then you'd know that better than most, hm?" The woman blushed. Not only did she blush, she went completely red. Isira rocked back on Her sandal clad feet with a smug grin. "Yes, he can be rather persuasive when he wants to be. It's a shame I never could convince the woman who trained him to join me, but Sarah was always a bit. . . .damaged." She paused for effect. "So then, can we be friends?" "I- I'm warming to it. . . .but if someone claiming to be a goddess showed up at your door, you'd be a little suspicious too." The goddess chuckled ruefully. "I would be very, very suspicious indeed, but let's dispense with the pleasantries! I'm going to approach you slowly, and then you'll see what I'm trying to show you. Sound good?" Leslie stiffened a little, easing her weight back. "I reserve the right to smack you in the shin if you try to hurt me." "You would not be the first to do so, sadly!" In two feline strides She eased into Leslie's space and took the mortal's cheeks gingerly. Her presence swelled to encompass the room in warmth and that subtle kind of power She exuded. Isira let the room fill with Her presence until Leslie finally let go of the 'weapon'. It clattered to the ground. Yamma angled herself to a better position to watch. Leslie grabbed Isira's hands, opening eyes the purest silver grey the world had ever known. The little mortal stared up at Isira's face utterly lost in Her magnificence. In this slice of non-specific time the two women lost one another and became one spirit, Yamma could feel the shift of the woman from passive observer to active and willing participant in the exchange. The power they shared was just that- shared- with neither taking more than was freely offered and Isira, for Her part in it ensured the older woman had all she could handle. It wasn't just a transfer of energies but a bonding of acceptance and new connections. They were having some private conversation that would never be spoken of in any language or by any tongue but within that conversation they shared a lifetime of stories, ideals, hopes and dreams. But like anything, it too came to an end. Isira's presence shrunk to her physical being and She held the mortal. "I need a paladin. I like your application, so here I am! What do you say, hm? Up for the job?" Leslie gaped, moments later she began to weep. . . Yamma didn't understand why but Isira seemed to. She enfolded the woman in a hug as they sunk to the ground together. Awkwardness was a new sensation to the young Cherub, but she immediately disliked it; watching someone cry- itself an irksome, abstract concept to her- and not understanding why wasn't fair to anyone involved. Not knowing how else she could handle the situation, she resorted to her first impulse: checking up on Amaranth. If Isira wanted help raising a paladin, She knew where to find Yamma. . . Strangely, and not for the first time, the little cherub hoped She knew that, too. \# Back within the specific world of mortal places- and at the specific place where Amaranth was expiring, Yamma reached through, manifesting her physical form with a soft crunch of gravel and muck being the only announcement of her presence. No fanfare, no grand statements of divinity. . . Just the quiet, woefully mundane grinding of rocks and bloody dirt. It was almost sacrilegious in some non-specific way: she was the herald of a new cleric, an agent of the Holy Elisandra and not a single horn was blown for her. "Hmph." A pull at her divine senses dragged her attention to a prone, broken form splattered with blood and muck from the road-side ditch that served as its grave. The familiar, the candle that she'd been assigned, languishing like a dancer with broken limbs. Forgotten. Alone. That thought bothered Yamma. She'd died alone, doing her duty to her lord and to her goddess. That much Amaranth had been prepared for, but the thought that she'd lost her unborn child to that duty- that an innocent, the life she had a hand in bringing up- No. Yamma stopped the swirling mass of thoughts exuded by the shell of Amaranth. The anguish and pain she could comprehend, but the complex torrent roiling around her from the dead woman was too much to handle. The cherub forced herself to center as she'd been trained to- she had a job to do and her time to do it was running out. Dame Amaranth, the half-elven knight that couldn't have the one thing she wanted the most. Not yet, anyway. Judging by the gaping hole in her stomach- the one that had welled up and filled with coagulating blood even now, there wasn't much Yamma would need to reconstruct. Just enough to seal her up and get her body going again. The cherub communicated it to her Collective, receiving a light admonishment for being so tardy. She didn't dare explain why, even as they asked in unison. Instead, Yamma touched the only muck-free spot she found on the dead woman's face. Her black glove flared briefly with blue energy that rippled through her entire core- the Collective's combined energies, each taken from their respective charge- flickered and swelled. Some of the Collective reported that their charge died but with so many clerics, the transfer was easy. The bonding, however was anything but. Amaranth's natural inclination, even now, was to protect. Her duke and lover, her child, her other lover. . . .all of these things she'd failed, all she wanted to do was protect herself now. As her body was forcefully restarted, as wounds mended with the collections of a hundred thousand other clerics and cherubs and as her final memories burned themselves into Yamma's own mind, the woman began screaming. Yamma panicked. This wasn't supposed to happen. Mortals weren't supposed to be able to control themselves until the bonding was complete! Gods, was Yamma destroying her? Already?! Her first charge and she was going to destroy it already- She almost stopped. She almost let the woman drop back down to the dirt. But Isira was beside her. The goddess touched her hand and without a word, held it to Amaranth's forehead as the Collective's power surged through the conduit within her. The screaming stopped a few moments after and an incredibly cold sensation blasted Yamma's hair back. The cold was refreshing, it cooled her sweaty skin and froze the tingling in her extremities. The drain on her physical form was incredible but with this new sensation she felt as though she could go forever- she felt better than good. She felt safe. Was this what the Collective had meant when they'd spoke of a cleric's 'channel?' It was common for Cherubs to be the first to experience a new cleric's ability to channel their divine gifts, sometimes it was pleasant- most often, it was horrifying. There were tales of cherub's physical bodies being reduced to a pile of sludge and still being forced to maintain contact to finalize the transfer. It seemed Yamma had gotten off easy. Days burned themselves one after another in the forest- creatures came to claim pieces of the dead soldiers rotting on the path, giving Yamma and Isira plenty of breadth, when the flow of energy finally subsided and Yamma's white blouse was stained with sweat, Isira let her pull away. The moment she was released she dissolved her clothing and replaced it with something clean, her hair and skin following suit quickly thereafter. Amaranth's traits were already asserting themselves and Yamma did not want to make a bad first impression on her first charge. But then she looked at the broken half-elf laying there, looking up at the sky with unblinking eyes. The horror of her last moments replayed endlessly in her mind but there was something off, something wrong. Yamma didn't understand the significance of the child swirling about Amaranth's mind. Protecting the duke, protecting the other man she slept with? Understandable. The child. . . That was probably irrelevant. She'd failed her duty in her mind, but that didn't make any sense. "I don't understand. . ." "Hm?" Isira cooed as combed the dead woman's hair back. Even with the mud and viscera, She stroked Amaranth's hair back like it was the most natural thing in the world. "A child was involved. She held a child close to her body, above failing the men she loved, she feels she failed her the most." Yamma eyed the goddess warily. "The thing you spoke of through me when I met her. Her daughter." Isira sighed, "She would have been such a wonderful mother." After a moment She added. "She had dreams of becoming a member of the elven council, to build relations between the races- fitting, really." "I don't understand what a child has to do with that. She's meant to guide and educate," Yamma paused momentarily. "It was her daughter who was going to become the council member, wasn't it?" "Who knows?" Isira stood with a flippant smile. "Even I can't see the future- but don't tell anyone that." "It's unnecessary, then." Yamma approached her charge, reaching for the woman's forehead. "No." "No?" "No." Isira said firmly. "Don't rob her of her memories- don't compel to be silent about this. . ." "But-" "I know your collective will say it's necessary, but there are benefits to leaving her as pure as she can be- the girl's spirit is strong, if you give her a purpose worth fighting for, she will give you everything she can and then find more." For a goddess of pleasure, Isira's straightforwardness surprised Yamma a fair bit. But She wasn't done. She strolled to the little cherub and cupped her cheeks. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret. . . No one will punish you if you break the rules a little. You need to experiment and try new things if either of you are going to be satisfied." The goddess glanced up briefly, a sly smile crossing her pouted lips. She leaned in, purring in Yamma's ear. "I'll show you something you can only have if you leave her soul as it is." "W- I don't-" "One day. . . One day when you're both comfortable, you will experience passion through her skin. You'll know what it's really like, and you will cry my name with her voice." "A- Are you- are you trying to bribe me?" "Mmm, food for thought." She pulled back, winked, and then vanished. Yamma frowned in the chill left by the absence of Her presence. Not because she was upset by the 'offer' but rather because she was tempted by it. \# Experiment. . . Experiment? Why not? Yamma stood over her charge calmly. Her pupilless white eyes scanned over the bloodied knight while she rifled through the woman's thoughts in kind, trying to understand the choices she'd made in her life, the triumphs and the regrets. Most of it was irrelevant garbage to her ordered mind; snippets of time loosely organized in some deference to the world around her. After all, she was only an elf-blooded woman. She couldn't possibly effect change except by leading by example. Both human and elves would come to respect someone that didn't beg for or demand equality- Yamma quickly got bored of the diatribe. The opinions of mortal races were anything but relevant to the goings on of the larger world- obviously, or Amaranth would have been able to talk down the dragon's agent instead of dying at the monster's hands. No, this was going to have to change. But before that, there was something else that nagged at Yamma as it had Amaranth in life. The unruly mane of red hair splayed around her head like a halo of blood. It was an affront to a well ordered life and it was- had been- so damn unmanageable. It couldn't even be braided properly! Experimentation, then, would start there; with something that bugged them both. So long as no one saw what happened. . . Yamma cut her link to the collective, citing 'training purposes' and crouched over the woman. She was careful not to muddy her boots or her suit, lifting a strand of hair experimentally. She drew from Amaranth's natural energy to shape it into all manner of different things, tugging one way and another trying different styles. Once infused, it melded smoothly as wet noodle while conserving as much of the woman's soul as possible. Yamma turned it black, brown, white, gold- then started cycling through every color Amaranth had ever encountered. In the space of a moment she settled upon a flaxen color that framed the side of the woman's face in a gentle light. It looked good on her. . . A little straightening, shortening to her chin. Yes. Manageable and clean. Yamma crunched her gloves in irritation, she was going to have to get her hands dirty. Reluctantly, she plowed her hands through the rest of the woman's hair- straightening it first and then infusing it's new color. Maybe something lighter was in order, though. Something to contrast her sharp features. Something tawny? No, a shade of hay blonde. Yes, she liked the memories of blonde Amaranth had. Yamma was just about to change the stripe of brownish hair when Amaranth came back to life. Wide eyed and full of terror, she threw her hands out to shove Yamma away and scrambled back with a scattered gurgle of syllables choked off by the blood in her throat. The cherub straightened out her jacket, dusted the already crusting hand print on her lapel and waited- oh, did she wait- for Amaranth to collect herself. The bloodied woman looked left and right in her would be death pit, clawing at her battered plate armor, at her throat. She opened her mouth wide and convulsed- What the hell was she doing? Yamma started to feel faint. A tightness in her chest. In her throat. Something was deeply wrong here. Amaranth scrabbled against her armor some more- She was trying to breathe- oh! Yamma had forgot that part. Oops. So as not to appear panicked, Yamma shifted herself behind her charge and touched the woman's side. The divine spark of life swelled within and exploded into the mix of air and other substances mortals needed- Amaranth celebrated by doubling over and vomiting up the contents of her throat before she gagged down a load of rancid meat smelling air. That forced Yamma to experience the stink of rotting meat and blood. She tried not to let it show as she shifted her presence back in front of the woman and clasped her hands behind her back lightly. "I have good news!" Amaranth looked up with blank, glazed eyes. Did she even understand what she was being told? Had Yamma forgotten those parts too, somehow? No, surely not- she'd gotten there soon enough to preserve her mental functions. "Good news, yes. Do you know what I am?" The woman looked side to side shakily. "You were dead, but the Holy Elisandra has seen to restore you to life for your years of dedica-" Amaranth vomited again. "-yes. It's exciting, I know. Ah- Are- are you all right?" "Nguh-huh. . ." That nagging sensation that Yamma forgot some vital piece cropped up again. "Yes, I know this is a trying moment, but allow me to be the first to welcome you to an eternity of service. My name is Yamma, I will be your direct connection to the Holy Elisandra and your advocate and guide in the application of your new gifts. "We have a lot of ground to cover, but we'll start with the essentials." Yamma pointedly ignored the woman's bloodshot, exhausted stare. "You've agreed to serve your goddess, in return She's granted you all the tools you'll need to carry out that mission. You've also-" "Ric- Rich- Richard," She coughed out. In all this, she was still worried about her charge. . . She really was one of Elisandra's children. "I'm afraid he's dead-" "N- No!" "I did warn you," Yamma eased away as the woman clawed herself out of the gutter. In the blink of an eye she shifted herself to the crest of the hill. Amaranth was crawling to the form of a dead man who's skull cap had been cut off. She laid her head on his body and cried. This was not going the way Yamma had imagined it would. Flustered, the cherub paced while the new cleric emptied her heart into the man's back. Amaranth clutched the empty shell of a person that had been her lover, Markus, she whimpered entreaties in a tongue Yamma didn't understand and, more than anything, she burned daylight. "We really should be going," Yamma started. "There are many things you have to learn before the first day-" "Why?!" Yamma was surprised when the woman wheeled on her, eyes narrowed and fists clenched. "Why what?" "Why did you let them die?! If I couldn't protect them-" "You did your best-" "They still died! You said- You-" The woman scanned the ground left and right. Searching her memories. Yamma realized her own mistake the moment the half-elf opened her mouth. "You said I could save him! You said Richard was alive!" "But-" "You said he was alive! That- That I could help!" The woman wept over the corpse, her eyes were hollow and faded with a million pains beyond expression. Yamma deliberately kept her link closed off from the woman; she was supposed to be abject compared to the divinity Yamma represented, but some part of the cherub wasn't ready to cast her that low- she *felt* the passion Isira had spoken of. Still, Yamma had to put the new cleric in her place. "I- I don't need to explain myself to you. You were chosen by your goddess because She needs you. Your service has been acknowledged! This should be the happiest day of your miserable life!" Amaranth clutched the dead man protectively and wept into what was left of his cheek. This cycle continued for several hours until the sunset finally washed away the evening and brought a veil of gloom over the forest. With it came the purr of crystalline structures in the clouds, moving so subtly no humanoid would see them and yet they brought a surge of energy that made the short hair on Yamma's physical body prickle. She shuddered unconsciously as she shifted towards her charge. "Are you done?" The look she got was venomous. Angry. A brief glimpse at their link spoke of nothing but hatred. Yamma ignored it. They had bigger problems. "I have given you as much time as I can, the time to make a choice is at hand; you're being charged by your patron to help Her in the eternal struggle against ignorance. She needs you to guide-" "Why. . ." Yamma looked at her flatly. "This is not going to help you-" "Why did you lie to me? You said I could help them-" "And you can. You will." Yamma lied. "There was no time to let you debate whether or not you would serve. We are only allowed to come to mortals when they're drawing their last breath- securing consent is a very time sensitive thing." She crouched down, careful not to wrinkle her suit. "You were bleeding to death, nothing I could have done would have prevented that or prolonged the inevitable. . . "We serve the Holy Elisandra, Amaranth. We know the conditions that come with that, you knew She would call on you if She thought you were worthy. Even if the timing was inopportune. You should be happy, you-" "Leave me. . ." The woman croaked. "Leave." Yamma rose. "I can do that." She started to turn away but, feeling her charge's eyes upon her, she looked back. "You should know that if you snub Her invitation, I'll take back what was given to you- your second chance will go to someone who wants it and you will lay here with your men. . . Mostly." Amaranth clutched Markus tighter. "W- What do you mean?" She was careful. She danced around the topic using only the words she was allowed to by the collective and the terms of her service. "I'll be required to take back the spark that gives you life and since you and I are bound, that will mean I'll have to decouple myself in order to do so, so I can find another who wants this opportunity. . . That means your soul will be left to drift, lost to your body and unable to transcend to the gods' realm. Is that what you want?" "Y- You tricked me. . ." Her voice came out as a haggard growl. Then she wept some more. This was getting tiresome. "The gods chose their servants, Amaranth. Ammy." That got her attention. "But they are not without a sense of fairness to mortals. I'm authorized to give you a favor upon Her behalf for your service. . ." They watched one another for a moment. Yamma peeked into her mind; there was a burning image at the forefront. "Yes, her. The dragon's daughter. If you feel it would bring you peace, we can hunt her down." For the moment Amaranth pacified herself with thoughts of revenge and how she'd enact it. It was trite, maybe, but it gave Yamma time to wrap up the other business. "You've been granted powers fitting your abilities and mentality, the Holy Elisandra has given you these gifts to carry out Her will, you'll never age from this moment forward and you'll never need to worry about getting sick. That's the good news. . ." The half-elf stared at her, waiting for the other shoe to drop. At least she was amiable about it. "Mortal wounds can still kill you- in fact, if you're doing what you're meant to, you'll die much like you did right here rather than of old age." Yamma briefly considered letting her know about the laws of conservation, but decided they had other things to deal with at the moment. They needed to get some kind of shelter set up. "There is also the matter of channeling Her power. . . .something you should be familiar with by now; drawing clerics from paladins tends to be smoother. That ability will work differently now, but you can use it effectively forever if you so chose. "From what I've gathered, your ability to channel protects! Quite useful and fitting, don't you think?" Yamma forced a smile she didn't feel as the woman looked at her hand. She seemed to remember how it'd been bent at a sideways angle before she died and so she looked away before sparing Yamma a glance. "You still lied to me. . ." "Would you rather I let you die? You're too valuable to us- to your goddess and to the world at large. I am not your friend, Amaranth, I am your guide. . . I was chosen specifically to bring you into the fold." "What- what does She want of me?" Yamma hesitated. She thought about what the Collective had told her; to turn her into a guardian of one of Elisandra's temples. And then she considered Isira's proposal. . . She broke one of what would become a series of rules when she lied to her charge: "She wants you to raise an army, Amaranth. . . .a holy army." It felt surprisingly good.

Title: Back Alley by sasukewuff Tags: Anal, Canine, Chubby, Clydesdale, Horse, M/M, Musk, Shiba Inu, back alley Ian groaned as he rolled off the horse below him, warm seed leaking out of his over-stretched hole. The tubby shiba-inu panted softly as he settled down into place on the large bed beside the horse, sweat tricking down his face and chest as he just gulped at the air to try and refill his taxed lungs. His whole frame ached, from the bottoms of his feet which had been banging into the footboard to his muzzle which had been lavished in affectionate nibbling nearly the entire romp. The deed was done though, with Ian's equine partner neighing lightly in glee as he rubbed some of the spilled seed into his musky crotch. The dog just smiled, not even able to chuckle between the long, ragged pants as he slowly regained some semblance of composure flat on his back. Shutting his eyes as he just basked in the afterglow, Ian's breaths came easier as he let his mind wander around while the horse cleaned himself up. The canine knew he would be next for that cleaning, as he definitely needed a shower after such a... Workout. Hearing the horse get off the bed, Ian opened one eye and caught sight of that toned, tight ass which had been framed in a barely-adequate jockstrap just a half-hour prior. The dog's tail wagged slowly at that sight beneath his own bulging rear, swishing some of the dripping seed onto the sheets below as well as cooling down his burning rear; his partner hadn't used quite enough lube. The dog laid back and shut his eyes again after a moment more of oogling the that fine rear, the horse having caught him and given a knowing wink in reply to such glances. "Plenty more where that came from tubbs... For you especially." The horse whispered with a hint of playfulness, making Ian smile and blush all at once as his weight was again mentioned. He wasn't at all ashamed about his build; he loved every pound of his pudgy frame immensely. It was just odd to him to hear it so affectionately referenced, as it hadn't been for a while... And not by any equines he knew for even longer. This just made Ian blush deeper, bringing a paw up to his face to try and vainly hide it from the horse who was so broadly smirking down at him. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed." "I'm just not used to some sweet dirty talk... Makes me remember someone." "Oh? Who's that?" The horse inquired, leaning down towards Ian with that same smirk as the dog tried to shrink down into the bed. "My first..." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* A short, stocky shiba inu ran down the halls towards the doors at the end. He was panting hard already, well before he had reached his destination, as that much exertion was uncommon for him even at practice. The coach had always tried to get him to sprint more, but being a lineman meant that the shiba didn't need to be fast over long distances, just good for short bursts of speed. The young canine reached his destination at full-clip though, slamming into the doors with a loud *CRASH*, and shoving down on the handle to fling them open. A couple other furs left in the hall heard the crash, but the blur of tan and white which zipped right out the opened door was all but indistinguishable to them. The shiba didn't care about the looks though, he was well and truly in a rush and the racket couldn't be helped. So he ignored it, ignoring the twinge of pain in his stomach from making hard contacted with the door, and just broke out into a run again once he was clear of the exit. He was going to make it, but whether or not he would be still breathing once he got there was another story. A couple minutes later the canine came jogging to a stop in the shade behind the school building in the alley between in and the large gym. Leaning over and placing his paws on his knees, he greedily drank in the oxygen around him. Heat radiated off his over-exerted frame, and the familiar stench that was teenage musk was already starting to permeate through his clothing. He panted hard and deep, barely noticing anything around him and just focusing on getting his lungs refilled time and again in order to get his body back to some sort of a usable state. The shiba leaned over a bit further as he stood, his stomach pressing against his crotch slightly and making him blush inwardly from the feeling of all that soft flesh rubbing along his sensitive member. He couldn't help but get just the tiniest bit aroused from it too, which only served to heighten his blush and send even more blood rushing to his pounding head. "I always knew you were out of shape Ian, but this... Just hope coach doesn't see it." A deep, thick voice came from behind the shiba, making him jump slightly and turn his head to see who it was. A thick, slightly-smirking Clydesdale came up to the shiba inu's left, stopping beside him and placing a large paw on the canine's back. Ian just blushed at that, looking back at the ground and coughing a few times before standing with a groan and placing both of his paws on the tender area where he had banged his stomach a short time prior. "I know Jake, *huff*... I know. You said you... *huff*... Needed something?" Ian barely managed to splutter out between deep breaths, his composure returning slower than he wanted. It was the off season though, school was nearly over for the year and that meant a few months of pigging out and being lazy before having to train again for college football. "My note didn't say I *needed* anything... It said I wanted something. There's a difference," Jake murmured, standing Ian up with a strong arm and pushing the canine gently back towards the back wall of the school. The pair was utterly alone back there, as most others were in class at that time or had already left for the year; Jake and Ian were there to take finals then head off as well. This made Ian slightly nervous as he looked up at Jake, his tail sinking between his legs as he felt his plush rear touch the brick wall behind him. His eyes started to fill with fear, and he began to shrink back down in spite of the strong paw which rested gently on his chest. "I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're worried about." "Then wh-", Ian started, but was cut off by the horse's muzzle joining with his own. Ian went wide-eyed at that, part of him wanting to fight back but a bigger part of him submitting to the overpowering feeling of lust that suddenly filled every fiber of his being. He kissed back, his muzzle parting along with the equine's and his tongue beginning to dance as well. He stood up straighter, even beginning to rock towards his toes the more he got into the kiss as he felt that paw on his chest begin to slowly slide down towards his padded middle. This made Ian blush brightly, as he was by no means in the shape of his Clydesdale caller, but that just felt... Right with that paw there, idly playing with the shirt-covered paunch below it. Ian's arms slowly wrapped around Jake's middle, pulling it a bit closer so that the pair could have more access to explore one another's muzzle with their tongues. The horse reciprocated this by leaning down a bit more, his taller frame making the dog have to strain less and thusly get more out of the sudden display of lust. The two furs stayed intertwined for well over a minute, heated breaths of passion flaring from both their noses as neither wanted to come up for air out of the kiss. Ian knew he had to though after a point, as he had still not recovered from running all the way to their meeting spot, and thusly was beginning to get dizzy from the startling act and how fast it had all come to pass. He pulled back, only just, and lowered his muzzle as he panted heavily against Jake's chest. The equine whinnied faintly at the pause, pushing his muzzle to the top of Ian's and giving it a gentle, warm kiss before backing off just a bit to allow the dog to catch his breath. "I've felt this way since sophomore year Ian." Jake blurted out, a myriad of emotions painting the horse's face as Ian's gaze rose to meet his. "I just... I am the quarterback, you're a lineman, and we both have to be in close quarters and around a bunch of other guys for months on end... I was nervous. I won't get to see you again though, you or that gorgeous ass... So, I... I'm sorry." Jake finished, turning to leave the second that last word was out of his maw. Ian wasn't about to let that happen though, and with surprising quickness reached out at grabbed at one of Jake's paws before the horse could get out of reach. The Clydesdale jerked to a stop, turning back to Ian with both surprise and guilt on his face. "I'm really sorry... If you want to hit me to make you fe-" "Oh shut up Jake... We all knew *that* if that's what you're worried about, and you know I could take you if any of this was unwelcome. I'm just... Surprised." Ian blurted out, taking his turn at being embarrassed. Jake brightened up almost immediately, wiping his muzzle off and looking down at Ian with a wide smile. "Why surprised? You know how many looks you get?" Jake asked, looking down at the shiba who was still looking at the ground. The canine just got redder and shook his head, making the horse sigh and take Ian's muzzle into his paw. Raising that muzzle up to look at him, Jake frowned with mock disapproval and gave the shiba a light smack on that meaty arse of his. "More than even I get. You're short so got that cute thing taken care of, muscled with enough chub to be excellent for cuddling, walk with confidence and yet enough shyness to be mysterious..." Jake said, getting redder and redder as he spoke till he went back to looking at the ground and released Ian's muzzle. The shiba inu was flabbergasted, looking back at the ground as it felt like his cheeks achieved a new level of blushing unheard of by furkind. The pair stood in silence for a long moment after that, neither wanting to say something to further how awkward things were between them now that the secret was out. Ian coughed once, making Jake look up hopefully only to immediately turn redder and go right back to training his gaze at the pavement below. "That was nice..." Ian finally murmured, making Jake blush even more. "I... Never took my final in Sex Ed." He said, barely above a whisper, which really perked Jake up. The horse looked right at Ian for a long moment, whose eyes had never left the ground. "I have the stu-" "I'm..." Jake started, his voice wavering slightly as he did so. "Me too..." Ian cut in after a moment, his voice shaking as well. "You sure? I mean..." Jake whispered, stepping closer to Ian and placing a paw on the shiba's chest. Ian just nodded, then turned himself towards the wall of the school. He then shoved a paw into his pocket and pulled out a pair of black packets, both of lube. Jake took them, then looked them over quizzically as neither he nor Ian had any idea what to truly do with them. The undressing part they could handle though, so after a moment of fumbling with those packets, Jake just held onto them as he began to undo his pants. Ian was doing the same, taking his time with the button as his paw shook slightly. The horse noticed, and placed his paw on the canine's comfortingly. "I won't if you d-" "I'm not graduating a virgin Jake. Neither are you." Ian said, his eyes finally looking up to meet the horse's with an underlying determination that nearly scared Jake. The shiba's eyes also had hints of lustful want in them, a sign which could just barely be seen but gave away volumes about how badly he too wanted something from his equine teammate. Taken slightly aback by the forceful words from the smaller canine, the horse looked down for a moment before returning his gaze back to Ian's. Jake's eyes spoke volumes in return along those lines, and in that moment, the pair silently agreed to not speak until they were done; words would just get in the way. Silently, both of the furs dropped their pants to their ankles. Both being football players, they actually preferred the feel of jockstraps to normal underwear, and thusly only Jake had any problem with removing the skimpy, ill-fitting piece of clothing. Ian leaned back and stole a glance at the meat which was about to tear virginity from him, and a submissive moan of apprehension, fear, and yet arousal came out of him involuntarily. The shiba had seen his holy grail in that moment, and instantly knew what he was going to be spending a lot of his adult on, around, and over. Jake saw that, blushing slightly as he hefted his well-endowed self in a large paw and just gave its slowly-arousing length a drawn-out stroke. This further teased Ian, who just blushed and turned back around, his eyes on the ground while his paws supported his frame against the wall in front of him. He could feel blood rushing to his own groin as he stood there, making him pant lightly already with heated breaths of anticipation. A cold, sticky liquid made Ian jump slightly as he felt a paw coated with it worm its way between his quaking cheeks. Letting out another involuntary moan, the shiba shivered as his rump was coated in the goo, from the top of his crack down to his tight pucker. The paw even went as far as sliding a sole finger in, making Ian whimper lightly in submission to the larger, stronger horse behind him. The paw receded after doing that, leaving Ian cold, exposed, and unsure of when he was going to be assailed by Jake's cock. The feeling was new to Ian, and while it was odd, he relished it and just held onto that feeling of powerlessness and trepidation; being a football player mostly meant he knew what was coming and few would even attempt to give him a hard time. This was the exact opposite, and Ian loved every single second of it as he just panted a bit harder and felt his tortured jock strain a little more from the stiffening dog bone it was forced to contain. With a grunt, Jake slid his thick, hard cock right into Ian's ass. He missed the hole first try, clearly inexperienced like Ian as the dog let loose a yelp of surprise from the impact. He felt the head bash the sensitive area at the base of his rear, which only sent more blood to his groin and drained more from his fogging mind. Jake seemed to be in the same boat, as the shiba felt the equine's cock pulse one with heightening arousal as Jake took it out and retried his aim. Instead of a ram this time too, the horse took his time, sliding in between the two sagging orbs in front of him with more patience as he pressed the head of his cock against Ian's pucker. The dog cried out, his head arching back as he felt a flood of ecstasy fill his blood, that touch alone one of the best feelings of his entire life. Jake hadn't even entered him yet, and Ian was already nearly ready to cum; the dog wasn't going to last long. Slowly, and very gingerly, Jake entered into Ian. The horse whinnied and groaned loud, clearly experiencing one of the best feelings of his life as Ian just grit his teeth and whimpered as he felt like he was being ripped in half. Granted, if this is what being ripped in half felt like he would gladly have that happen, but this was a new level of pain for him. His body wasn't sure whether to reject the cock being forced into him, or to just stimulate every single pleasure center in Ian's mind. The canine was just as dumbfounded, his clouded mind barely even able to remember its name as he just cried out again and again, panting hard as he grit his teeth and clenched his paws into fists. He also clenched his hole around Jake's cock, subconsciously trying to keep the mass of meat from entering him. It wasn't working through, and instead just brought more pleasure to the horse as his pulsing cock slid further and further into the canine. At about half-way in, Jake began to buck like a true bronco, his powerful hips slamming his rock-hard cock into Ian's hole again and again. The dog felt tears leave his eyes, but at the same time he could feel pre leaking liberally from his cock. Never had he felt so much pain and pleasure rolled into one ball of utter bliss, and he was too confused to even care why that was. His cock was at full attention, begging to be touched and teased, and yet with his paws busy holding himself up and Jake's holding onto his hips, Ian couldn't give his length the attention it needed. He tried brushing the tip with his swinging, sagging gut but that did nothing but make him even hornier with the movement of his soft flesh. Jake making his thighs quake and his rear wobble wasn't helping matters either, and Ian knew he wouldn't make it more than a minute longer before he burst like a dam into his nearly-tearing jock. Jake sounded the same, a myriad of grunts, moans, and neighs coming from the equine as his thrusts were anything but uniform. Erratic, desperate, and far too horny to even think could best describe what the horse was doing as he rammed his pelvis into Ian's plump rump over and over again. His big paws gripped the canine tightly, making sure Ian could never leave his cock as well as to make sure that the horse never fell should he stumble. His leaking cock was warming the both of them with the friction on the shiba's fuzzy, large arse, but neither could nor would care as they continued their romp unabated. Even his balls hit Ian once or twice on the deeper thrusts, their owner so lost in the moment that the pain didn't even register in his primitive, animalistic thoughts. The pair panted in unison, but Ian was the first to go as he howled out loudly and shot a large, sticky load right into his jock. It spilled through the thin fabric, dripping to the ground as well as down his bulky thighs. The warm, spurting goo also got a bit onto his underbelly, making the canine moan after he finished his orgasmic howl. Jake heard it all, and was just barely smart enough to put two and two together as he continued to pummel Ian's rear. He was painfully close too, his balls churning up a large load to fill the canine beneath him as the horse leaned in a bit more to get a tighter grip on Ian. His cock was on fire from chafing, his lungs ached, his back and thighs felt like rubber, and yet as he bucked in one last time, Jake couldn't have been more satisfied. The equine came with a loud neigh, arching back and hilting into Ian at the same time. This meant that his large length smashed into the shiba's prostate, sending another orgasm right through Ian and making his still-throbbing cock pulse with arousal. The dog cried out in unison with the horse at the abrupt ramming, arching back as well as his paws left the wall and he was forced to support them both with his shaking legs. The dog and the horse just stood, the horse spewing cum deep into Ian while Ian just howled out in painful glee from being inflated with equine seed. Jake's load didn't truly inflate him, but Ian definitely felt bloated well before the horse ran out of spunk to stuff him with, and that was another new experience that the canine knew he would need a lot more of as he grew into a full-fledged adult. Not ten seconds later, Jake was finished, panting along with Ian who was slowly slumping against the wall. Jake was following suit, pulling himself out once he finished with an unceremonious *pop*. The canine's ass immediately leaked almost half of that load out, the goopy substance running down his legs and making him blush brightly at how good, and dirty it felt to be so covered in sex. The horse was no better, as he was sweating nearly as much as Ian but far muskier, and still had over a foot of equine meat on display as he sunk down behind Ian to hold onto the kneeling canine. His chest heaved with Ian's, hot breaths going into the back of the dog's neck while his arms slowly wrapped around the front of that soft torso to hold onto it. Everything on both of the beasts hurt, and yet neither gave a single thought to it; they had just experienced their own personal heaven, and that would take a few minutes to process. They did that in silence too, the only sounds of panting and a few grunts as they struggled to remain comfortable, as well as semi-clean, in the filthy alleyway while they both came back to their senses. "That was..." Jake finally murmured after a few minutes of catching his breath, giving Ian a tighter hug around his soft midsection. The canine nodded in agreement, still panting softly as he let out a light grunt from the squeeze. "Wow..." "Yeah..." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "I reminded you of him eh?" The horse remarked, looking over the blushing canine. Ian simply nodded slowly, looking down at the bed with beet-red cheeks. The equine chuckled and slid into bed beside the canine, clearly not ready to clean himself up just yet as his cock looked to be stiffening up again just hearing that story, as well as molesting Ian with his eyes the entire time. "Well... I hope I was at least a little better chubs." "I dunno... Maybe you should remind me?" Ian said, a smirk forming on his lips as he spread himself out on the bed a little more, looking up at the horse with puppy-dog eyes. A low rumble came from the equine as he looked Ian over again, just scanning the chubby frame of the canine one inch at a time as Ian continued to look at him with innocent eyes of want. The horse's expression returned that sentiment as he shifted himself closer to the canine, a sole paw placing itself on the dog's crotch and rubbing the sensitive length tenderly. That rubbing continued for a moment, but only a moment as the equine's muzzle lowered itself down and began to attend to that meaty dog's meat with an expertise few got to experience. Ian's eyes twisted shut and he began to whine submissively at that, his thick length rising to attention in just moments from the expert affections of his equine partner. The horse didn't disappoint. *FIN*

Title: Friends: Mona's Apology Tags: rachel green, jennifer aniston, mona, bonnie somerville, friends **Friends: Deleted Scenes - Mona's Apology** *Author's note: Thank you to everyone for your comments and suggestions. It's always appreciated to hear how people like my stories. My next one was suggested by a reader... stay tuned for that.* \* Rachel was flipping through a magazine, one afternoon, as she sat on the couch in the apartment she and Ross shared. A soft knock came to the door, and she went to open it. Her look of surprise must have been obvious, when she saw Ross' most recent short-term girlfriend. "Oh. Hi Mona. Um, Ross isn't here. But, uh... he should be back after 5." "That's all right. I actually... came to talk to you," the blonde said, hesitantly. "Oh... okay. Well, um," Rachel laughed to herself, for no reason other than the uncomfortable situation, "come on it. Can I, can I get you anything?" "No, nothing, thanks," Mona replied as she walked in and Rachel closed the door. A few paces into the room, Mona saw the bassinette by the window. "Ohhh, is this her?" she asked with a friendly smile. "Yes, that's my angel, Emma. I just fed her and put her down, so she'll probably sleep for a couple hours, otherwise I'd let you..." "Oh no, that's fine," Mona interrupted her. There was an awkward moment of silence between the two women. Then Rachel suddenly said, "Well. Um, sit down. Have a seat. So, uh... what's up... Mona?" "Well," the woman began, not really knowing where to begin. "I, uh, I wanted to talk to you, Rachel... and, and apologize. You see, when Ross and I broke up, I'm sure you thought it was all because of you, and really... it wasn't." Rachel could tell that Mona was having a hard time saying what was on her mind, and she didn't want to make it any more difficult for her by being standoffish. So she moved down the couch, and took the blonde's hand in her own. She gently patted it as their palms rested together and Mona went on. "There were some... other things that made me break up with him, and, and I know... in all of that... I acted like a bitch. To, to you. And... and I'm sorry." "Wow," Rachel said, floored. "I, I don't know what to say. I mean," she laughed nervously as she went on, "I figured you thought I was the bitch for coming between you and Ross." "Oh, no, not at all. I mean, it was strange to think about him living with his old girlfriend... who, um... who he got pregnant." Rachel looked down at the floor, uncertain if they had just crossed into cat-fight territory. "Yeah that, that was pretty unusual." Moan went on. "And, to be honest Rachel, I was more intimidated than angry." "Intimidated? By me?" she questioned. "Well, yeah. I mean, you are just so beautiful and, and desirable... and anyone... would be lucky to be with you. Even just a one time, spur of the moment thing." "Oh, I don't know about THAT..." Rachel said, embarrassed, but quite flattered. "No really, just look at you. You had a baby, what... two months ago? And you already look... amazing!" "Well, I got back to the gym, pretty much right away," she responded, chucking and trying to pass off the complement. "No, but it's more than just your body..." Mona went on lavishly, as the fingers of her free hand ran along Rachel's denim-clad thigh. "...your sexy legs... and I bet that drop-dead ass is back too," she said with almost a girlish giggle. "No, it's your smooth skin..." She caressed Rachel's cheek. "And your perfect hair..." Her fingers ran through Rachel's long, light brown locks, as she admired the deep blonde highlights. "Your eyes... your lips..." she intoned, nearly hummed, as she stared deep into Rachel's eyes. "Just... everything... about... you." Rachel seemed to be in Mona's trance. She didn't even notice the voice trailing off and the distance shrinking between their lips. She closed her eyes, almost involuntarily, as their lips pressed together in the gentlest of kisses. A quiet smooch reached their ears when Mona moved her head back, just a few inches. Her gaze danced over Rachel's face, as the honey-brunette simply sat there, eyes still shut, with the smallest bit of saliva beaded on her lower lip. After a few quiet seconds, Rachel's eyes slowly opened. "Omigod," she said softly with cracking voice. The tip of her tongue slipped across her lip and took in the droplet. "Did you... did you just kiss me?" Her answer came as another kiss. This one was longer and more passionate. Rachel found herself kissing back, completely uncaring that it was with another woman. The lips were so soft... so supple... so perfect to touch with her own. Then, they separated. Rachel had a dreamy, confused look on her face. "But, um..." she cleared her throat, "are you... do you..." "A lesbian? Do I like women?" Mona finished the questions. "No, I'm not a lesbian... Not, not exactly. But, um, that's one of the reasons I broke up with Ross." She sat back a bit. "With everything he told me about how his first marriage ended, I just didn't think he'd be able to accept the fact that I like women, as much as men." Mona seemed to not be able to keep eye contact, as her confession went on. Rachel however was intent on the her words. "From the first time I saw you, at Chandler and Monica's wedding... I just thought you were... a vision. I, I couldn't even keep my eyes on the bride." She gave a little hesitant laugh at the admission. "And while I was with Ross, I secretly hoped... that maybe the three of us could get together. Even if just for one night. And somehow, months after all that... I, um... I found myself back in this apartment. But... but this time, not... wanting Ross." Rachel tried to take in all that Mona was saying, and all that she was meaning. But the only thing she could think about was that kiss. The only thing she could look at was Mona's lips, as her mouth formed each word. "Do... do that again," she said softly. Mona leaned in, and taking Rachel's request as a very good sign, engaged her in a third kiss, and a fourth, and even more passionately, a fifth. Mona's tongue slipped ever so slightly between Rachel's lips, and scraped against her teeth. She withdrew it almost immediately, and pulled back a bit. But Rachel's mouth pursued that tongue, and her hands came up to cradle Mona's face. Her own tongue dove into her partner's mouth, tasting the sweetness within. The sounds of their kissing became louder, with more abandon. Without thinking and without breaking their liplock, Rachel shifted position, kneeling with one leg under her, facing Mona. The sexy blonde woman's hands glided up and down the tight blue jeans covering Rachel's legs and hips. As the pair went on, seizing breaths where possible, those hands traveled up to Rachel's waist, grasping the soft grey sweater that she wore. They released and moved upward, rubbing her torso, her shoulders, her arms. As they came back down, Mona dared to reach in and cup Rachel's breast. That full, firm, mother's breast. Rachel didn't flinch. She didn't pull away. She simply purred softly and kept on kissing. Minutes later, with Mona continuing to fondle her tit, Rachel tore her lips away and looked to the side. She still held Mona's face, and she rested her cheek on her forearm and tried to catch her breath. She hadn't kissed anyone that passionately for a very, very long time. She looked at the entrance to the short hallway that led to her bedroom. "Do you... want to..." Rachel couldn't bring herself to say the words in her mind. She looked back at Mona and was greeted by a warm accepting smile. "I'd like that a lot," was the reply. Rachel stood. With a somewhat bashful glance at Mona, she took her hand and led her down the hall. Once inside, Rachel closed the door. They had said nothing since the couch, and her face held a contemplative look. She wondered if she should go through with it, though deep down, she knew that she would. So, with sober resolve, and before she could change her mind, Rachel turned and kissed Mona. As their tongues intertwined, the blonde's hand went back to her new lover's breast. Rachel moaned with the gentle squeezing. Their lips separated. Mona glanced down Rachel's body. She wore a grey cashmere cardigan. The top several buttons we already undone, with Rachel's full bosoms filling in the cradling fabric. Only the bottom two held the garment across her stomach. She looked quite matronly, yet unbelievably sexy. Mona slowly unbuttoned the sweater and pushed off her shoulders. Rachel's slim arms slipped out of the tight sleeves. A feminine white tanktop was revealed. It was obviously something from before her pregnancy, with the way the thin fabric stretched across her bust. It was also obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath, from the slight color change in the fabric, caused by her nipples. The shirt didn't quite reach Rachel's pants-line, and Mona's hand brushed against the skin of her firm, flat stomach as the unbuttoning continued. One by one, each fastener popped open under Mona's nimble fingers. Soon, Rachel's snug button-fly blue jeans hung wide open. As Rachel allowed herself to be undressed, she stared straight across at the soft skin of Mona's neck and chest. The tall woman was wearing a long-sleeve rugby pull-over. Wide bands went from left to right, alternating light and medium blue. The stark white collar was fully open, and dipped sharply down, teasing with her cleavage. Rachel's eyes roamed the exposed skin, occasionally stealing quick looks down Mona's shirt, or up to her eyes. She grasped Mona's waist, leaned in, and slowly planted open-mouth kisses on her chest and neck. Lifting her head, she surveyed the several glistening patches left by her lips and tongue. Tentatively, she slipped her hand up and grasped Mona's breast. She felt its size through the heavy cotton shirt, appreciatively, yet with some lingering uncertainty. Mona sensed her hesitation, and didn't want to lose her in that moment. She released Rachel's breast, and grabbed her own shirt to pull it out of her black pants. Then she crossed her arms to take hold of the hem, and pulled it up and off her torso, tossing it by her side. Rachel responded immediately, with a gesture that seemed both out of place and intimately right. She reached up and primped Mona's mussed hair, lovingly moving the locks back into place. Fingers glided from the blonde strands to her cheek, which she cupped lovingly, as she tilted her head up and kissed Mona. A single kiss became a series of pecks as Mona guided Rachel's mouth down her chest. Rachel found herself kissing and licking the flesh that was visible above the pink satin demi-bra. She held Mona's left breast in her hand, gently testing its resilience. Mona's hand covered Rachel's, holding it on her tit. Rachel watched as her partner's fingers curled over her hand, hooked into her bra, and pulled the cup down, revealing her brown nipple. An unseen hand came to the back of her head, and gently pushed her mouth to it. A tongue slowly slipped out and licked the circumference of the disk. Rachel felt a slight shudder course through the woman's body. Emboldened by this, she licked and kissed, and even sucked a little. Under her mouth's attention, the nipple hardened, and she knew that her own nipples were already firm and erect. Rachel began to move to Mona's other breast, still hidden within her bra. She reached up to pull down the cup. But before she could, Mona's hands disappeared behind her own body. The bra was unclasped and fell slightly away. Mona quickly slipped it off her shoulders and arms, allowing it to drop onto her shirt. Almost instinctively, Rachel's mouth went to the newly exposed breast. Mona watched intently as the gorgeous woman licked and sucked her tit. Her small mouth was opened wide and clamped tightly around Mona's nipple. She ran her fingers through Rachel's shoulder-length hair, admiring everything about her beauty. "Oh, Rachel," she softly moaned in encouragement. As her lover's lips left one breast, and started to move back to the other, Mona paused her. Hands on her body, she guided Rachel to straighten up. Then Mona crouched down in front of her and began working the tight denim down Rachel's body. It slipped down her ass and hips, fully revealing her white cotton boyshort panties. Further down her legs, and Rachel balanced with her hands on Mona's soft shoulders, as she pulled each foot in turn, out of the jeans. The jeans made a soft crumpling sound as Mona dropped them on the hardwood floor. She had Rachel nearly stripped down to her underwear, and Rachel would have felt very vulnerable, had it not been for Mona's own partial nudity. The blonde settled down to her knees. She leaned in and kissed the front of Rachel's thigh. A line of soft wet kisses were made from her knee to her hip. Finger tips glided from the backs of her knees to her ass, and the hands settled in around her cheeks. "I was right... a drop-dead ass," Mona said softly with a smile. Rachel gave a little smile in return; equal parts of thanks and nervousness. Mona's face moved down the opposite leg. Then Rachel saw... and felt... her tongue come out and lick slowly up to the top of her thigh. Lips kissed across her hips to the center. Before she knew it, Mona's chin was deep between her legs, and hot breath was gently forced through the lace. The warm tingling that had been building in her pussy was instantly replaced with lustful fire. Any possible question of Mona's intent was forever removed from Rachel's mind. Mona playfully and carefully grabbed the crotch of Rachel's panties in her teeth, pulled them out, and released them. The tight springy garment snapped back, as if grabbing onto her pussy again. Rachel giggled at the gesture, taking in Mona's big smile. "Do you want to," she cleared her throat, "move to, to the bed?" Mona simply replied, "yes." She stood and removed her pants, boots and socks, as she watched Rachel throw back the covers and crawl in. The way her tight little body looked, in just a thin tanktop and boyshort panties, reminded Mona of a coed at a slumber party. Wearing only her pink lace thong, Mona approached the bed. Rachel lifted the blanket, silently inviting Mona to her bed. The sexy blonde slipped between the sheets and intertwined her long slender legs with Rachel's. She took Rachel's cheek in her palm, and kissed her. Rachel responded wholeheartedly, as Mona's leg slid up and down caressing her own. Mona's lips left her lover's mouth and made their way to her neck. She kissed along the soft skin, as her hand moved downward, then back up underneath Rachel's shirt. Rachel gave a little gasp as fingers brushed across her nipple. The soreness of nursing had gone away weeks before, and was now replaced by an aching for adult contact. Her anticipation was heightened as Mona slowly began pulling up her tanktop. As soon as the fabric cleared her breast, Mona's mouth was there, licking it. Rachel let out a soft, whimpered, "Oh!" This earned a glance from Mona, and in that one brief look, Rachel's desire for more was spoken between the women. "Lay back," Mona whispered. As Rachel complied, her shirt was pushed up to her neck, and Mona's tongue began to fulfill the unspoken yearning. The blonde sidled in close to Rachel, scooting down, to better please her. Kisses and licks flowed, and by this point, Rachel was a very willing partner in this encounter. She reveled in the attention, enjoying the erotic feelings in her breasts. She closed her eyes, so she could focus on the touching and licking and kissing. Her body had been craving sexual gratification for far too long, and there was no way now that she was going to deny that need. Mona watched for signs from Rachel, either of wanting more, or of unease. The last thing she wanted to do was scare Rachel, and cause her to stop their tryst. Tentatively, Mona began suckling at this new mother's breast. Rachel moaned softly, obviously experiencing only amorous feelings. Rachel opened her eyes and looked down at her partner. Mona tilted her head back slightly. Her eyes locked onto Rachel as she resumed licking her nipple and groping her soft supple breast. A small bead of white liquid formed on Rachel's nipple, and Mona licked it away, only aware of it when she tasted its sweetness. "Sorry," Rachel said with the slightest embarrassed smile. "You have absolutely nothing to apologize for," Mona reassured her, as her hand slipped down to Rachel's crotch. She fondled her through the cloth, feeling hints of her wetness. She asked, "Can I take these off?" Rachel gave her a nod that began timidly, but grew in confidence as she whispered, "Yes!" Mona moved to sit between Rachel's legs, throwing back the covers as she did so. Her fingers slipped inside the waistband of Rachel's panties, and as the brunette lifted her ass off the bed, Mona wriggled the tight garment down her body. She took hold of Rachel's calves and brought her feet up, pulling her underwear off. Rachel's ankles landed on Mona's shoulders, though she couldn't tell if it was of Mona's or her own accord. She watched as Mona's face turned and she kissed her leg. Fingers glided down Rachel's calf, slowly down her thigh, then finally... teasingly... came to her pussy. She gave a stuttering breath, as the pads of Mona's fingertips petted her kitty. Rachel didn't really know what she should feel, as she watched... and felt... the alluring blonde rubbing her genitals. Nervousness? That one was obvious. Shyness? That was quite hard to suppress. And desire? Oh, very much desire. Flowing up from her pussy. Overwhelmingly, she wanted to give her body to Mona, for her to do whatever she wanted. Mona saw the mixture of emotions in Rachel's face. She smiled sweetly, leaning forward and giving her a gentle kiss on the mouth. "Just enjoy this, Rachel," she whispered. Her hips cradled between Rachel's thighs. Their breasts pressed together. Their pussies... oh, so very close. Then, a long moment later, Mona began moving down her body. A kiss here... a lick there... the occasional brush of her nipples on Rachel's skin... but always the soft slight tickle of her breath. Rachel's eyes rolled closed as the woman reached her goal. Her mouth dropped open in a long, slow, gasp as she felt a tongue caress her pussy lips. Without knowing, Rachel held that breath, as she felt the tongue moving up and down on her cunt. She exhaled a wonderful moan, then silence. She heard only Mona's mouth and tongue. Licking her pussy. Kissing her clit. Soft smooches as her mouth momentarily left Rachel. The same sensual sounds over and over, combined with the occasional quiet smacking of Mona's tongue against her own lips. Rachel's fingers dug into the mattress, and balled up the blankets within them. Mona studied her partner's reactions. Her tongue obeyed Rachel's unvoiced directions; leisurely running through the folds of her flesh. The sexy young mother whimpered a soft "oh!" as Mona began to suck on her clit. Rachel's clitoris began to experience the sensation that her breasts had known not too long before, and the creases in her forehead pleaded for more. "Yes!" came her whimpered moan. She opened her eyes and was treated to the sight of the beautiful blonde's face firmly planted between her thighs, looking up at her. That sight... those sounds... the sensations... it was as if all of this was the way it always was supposed to be. It was as though the universe wanted Mona to be enjoying her body right then; and for Rachel to be equally enjoying her mouth. As that mouth gently suckled, Rachel felt finger tips graze her pussy lips. Then slowly, a long, slim digit was pushed into her. "Oh god, yes!" Rachel whined. Mona slowly frigged her, occasionally suspending her clit-suck, but only to lick the pussy surrounding her finger. The hands that were tightly gripping the bedsheets found their way to a set of breasts. Rachel's own breasts. She often played with her tits during sex, or when she masturbated. And right then, her gorgeously full breasts ached for attention. Any attention... Mona's... her own... Rachel didn't care. Her tits just wanted to be touched. Rachel groped and caressed her breasts. She rubbed and gently squeezed her nipples, feeling little tingles shoot across her torso. "I like watching you play with your tits," Mona paused to say with a dirty smile. A quick crinkling of her nose put an exclamation point to the words. Then right away, her mouth was back at its work, teasing Rachel's sensitive button. All of the perfect things were being done to her, either by herself or Mona. Her breasts being stimulated... her pussy being fucked... her clit being licked. Rachel's leg wrapped around Mona's torso and she caressed the woman's back with her calf; she so much wanted to touch her skin. Soon Rachel's body began to undulate as she grew closer to orgasm. "Oh god, Mona, this is... this is..." after brief moments, she gave up searching for an expression with enough intensity, and simply muttered, "oh god..." Mona smiled as much as her pursed lips would allow. She had wanted to make Rachel cum, and all the signs were pointing to that inevitable result. Suddenly, Rachel reached down toward Mona, flexing her fingers in desperation. "Come up here," she panted. Mona abandoned her position between Rachel's legs and quickly crawled up beside her. Rachel rolled on her side toward Mona, and took her hand. Perching her foot on her knee, propping her thighs open, she brought it back to her crotch. Rachel looked at her with a begging look, as she pushed Mona's middle finger into herself. The hint couldn't have been more clear. Mona slipped her arm underneath Rachel to hold her as she resumed playing with her pussy. The women lay there, tête-à-tête. Soft whimpers became impassioned moans, as a hand increased its pace. Faster and faster, Mona finger-fucked Rachel. She experienced the way the new mother's body tensed and quivered as it rested against her own. The fervid expression on her face begged for release. Mona stared into Rachel's eyes as wave after wave of warm breath wafted from her open mouth, across Mona's face. Rachel's forearms slid in between them, not to push Mona away, but rather so she could feel fully in her embrace. She held Mona's cheek in one palm, and her breast in the other. "Please... make me cum," she whispered with a ragged breath. "I'm... I'm so close." "Cum, Rach," Mona encouraged her, frantically masturbating her. "Cum for me... just let go, and let it come..." Just then, Mona pushed her finger as far as she could go, and rubbed back and forth on the rough G-spot at the front wall of Rachel's pussy. A low groan started from deep inside Rachel. "uuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHH..." It seemed like the longest breath in the world, as it went on and on, growing in volume. "AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" The blonde's finger was rubbing hard and fast. "Cum, Rachel... cum... let it come... let it come..." she beckoned in phrases that hinted at instruction. Air loudly rushed back into Rachel's starved lungs, but was quickly expelled in another groan. "OOOOOHHHHHHHFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!" Mona landed wanton kisses all around Rachel's open mouth, looking for the opportunity to entrap her lips. For a time, Rachel went on moaning, aware of only her climax. Soon enough, Rachel realized that a mouth was waiting, and she received it; exchanging tongues and saliva. As they kissed and Mona prolonged Rachel's orgasm, her erotic whimpers went on. But then, Mona quickly withdrew, and rubbed her fingers rapidly on her lover's clit. Caught in the middle of a kiss, Rachel squealed in Mona's mouth, before throwing her head back in pleasure. "Oh god," she groaned, before grasping the blonde's face in her hands, and attacking her lips again. "Mmph... mmph... mmph..." Rachel's nasal panting combined with her subsiding short moans. These ebbing sounds signaled Mona to slow her touches. Eventually, Mona's hand trailed up Rachel's hip and side, and held the beautiful woman as they tenderly kissed. Rachel purred a little "Mmmmmm" as a contented smile came on her lips. She rested her head on Mona's, not wanting the intimate moment to end. Mona gave a soft laugh, "Uh, Rach... I, uh..." Rachel immediately knew her thoughts. This was supposed to be a two way street. "Oh god, of course," she said, almost embarrassed at her seeming selfishness. "Sorry... So, uh.. what, um..." she cleared her throat, and focused on her finger tips, as they played with Mona's breast. "What do you... you want me to, um... do?" Mona simply raised Rachel's chin, smiled warmly, kissed her, and then gently pushed Rachel down her body. The blonde rolled onto her back, as Rachel moved lower to take her intended place. Her lips brushed Mona's skin on the way down; ever so slight kisses to her torso. Her hands glided along Mona's sides and her sexy, curvy hips. She slipped over Mona's legs, and as they parted, she knelt between them. Her breasts hung between Mona's thighs, as she layered soft kisses along the woman's stomach, now traveling ever so slowly downward. It was not out of desire to tease Mona with her pace. But rather, it was from a need to steel her nerves for what she was about to do for her sexy, short-haired partner. Rachel's body was trembling, with both apprehension and excitement. "Lay down, baby," she heard from somewhere above her head. "Just relax," the feminine voice soothed. A hand stroked her hair. Rachel slid her feet out, and came to rest on her stomach. Her small hands rested on the insides of Mona's thighs, so close to her crotch. She looked at that waiting pussy. The skin, the lips, looked so soft. Rachel nervously cleared her throat and lowered her head. She faced straight down, eyes closed, and nuzzled the trimmed patch of blonde hair. Another woman's pussy barely inches from her mouth. She felt as if her heart was going to pound out of her chest. Summoning every ounce of courage, her tongue timidly came out into the air below Mona's lips. Slowly, it lapped upward, the tip barely catching the woman's clit. Mona had been silently watching and waiting in anticipation of having Rachel lick her pussy. And when that first touch came, no matter how slight, a breath caught in her throat. Rachel heard the soft gasp. She took another swipe with her tongue. This time it was a little more bold, reaching a little farther. And she found herself licking the lips of Mona's cunt. "Yes!" A loud whisper filled the room. Mona's vision was fixed on the top of her partner's head. She watched its slight motions as the brunette began to get into their dirty act. Even if Mona wanted to keep track, she couldn't count all the licks. They all ran together, they all felt so good. Then, mouth still at her pussy, Rachel's blue-green eyes met her, as if to ask, "Is this what you wanted?" "That feels wonderful," Mona whispered. Tasting the softly pungent wetness, Rachel grew more aroused by all the things connected with servicing Mona. Her taste, her aroma, her soft skin, watching her as she relished Rachel's tongue. Again and again, Rachel lapped at her new lover's crotch, listening to what she was creating from Mona. Pants and gasps and moans and whimpers. With this, the noise of her own tongue and lips. Hearing these delightfully prurient sounds, invigorated Rachel in her pussy-licking. "Te-, tell me what you like... tell me what to do," she murmured into the blonde's cunt. "Finger me while you lick," came the simple reply. From the look in Mona's eyes, Rachel couldn't tell if it was a request or a demand. But either way... Rachel's hand glided from Mona's thigh and rested between her chin and the woman's pussy. The pads of Rachel's fingers slid up and down on wet lips. Her tongue came out once again and flicked on Mona's clitoris. Then her middle finger bent and slipped inside. Mona directed her, breathlessly. "More... more... yes... put all the way in... ohhhhh, yeahhhh... now fuck me slowly." The digit pumped in and out, at a teasingly relaxed pace. Rachel's hand formed into a fist, to allow her finger to bury deep into the smooth vagina. She licked away as Mona's groans grew. "Ohhh... ohh, Rach... fuuuuckk... oh, do it... just like that... yes... yes... now faster... a little faster." The finger-bang continued at a more moderate pace. Rachel watched Mona fondle her breasts and play with her nipples. Her mouth was open slightly, and her tongue flitted in the opening, almost as if mimicking Rachel. "Oh yes... shit, that feels so good... mmmm... now suck on it... suck my clit, Rachel..." Rachel's lips wrapped around the fold of flesh. She began suckling it, the way Mona had done to her nipples, earlier. "Oh god... oh god... oh god..." Mona chanted, going on and on. Rachel's finger moved faster and faster, as her partner's breath quickened. "MMMMmmmmmmph!" Suddenly, Mona reached down and pushed on Rachel's forehead, separating her lips from Mona's clit. Rachel quickly took on a panicked look, thinking she had been doing it wrong. "What? Is it-" she began to say, before Mona interrupted her. "Oh Rach, this is fucking incredible!" she smiled, with heaving breaths. "I, I just want you to use your tongue, that's all." Relieved that she hadn't committed some cunt-licking faux pas, Rachel brought her face down and started again lapping at Mona's clit. "No, no, Rach," Mona said, as her smile took on a playfully nasty edge. "Take your finger out of me, and use your tongue." Realization crept onto Rachel's face. All she could say was, "Oh..." Then she cleared her throat and nervously licked her lips. She withdrew her digit and moved her face lower. Mona reached down with one hand and spread her pussy slightly, making it very clear where she wanted her tongue to go. The tongue waggled up and down, working in past Mona's labia. Rachel felt the flesh separate as she burrowed farther. "UHHHHNNNnnn..." Mona groaned. It was better than she had ever dreamed, having this hot little MILF perform oral sex on her. "Do it, Rach..." she panted, "do it..." Her hand left her crotch and resumed fondling her breast. Rachel strove to please her blonde partner. Her lips were pressed firmly against Mona's, as she probed the woman's pussy. She dug deep... as deep as she could... with her tongue. She waggled it. She swirled it around. She slipped it in and out. She did everything with that tongue that she could think of doing. "Yes!... Yes!..." the blonde encouraged her in short, sharp exclamations. Rachel felt a hand on her head, holding it in place. Hot breath from her nose and mouth assaulted the wet labia over and over, as her panting began to match Mona's. Before she could realize it, she was giving soft little moans and grunts, evidence of her honest enjoyment of her carnal duty. "Do it!... Fuck it!..." The hand directed her head in short back-and-forth movements, very much the way so many guys had guided Rachel in the way they wanted head. She quickly fell into a rhythm of tongue-fucking Mona. Then a second hand landed on the crown of her head, gripping it more firmly. The fingers curled under to grab a fistful of highlighted locks. Mona began to buck her hips up and down, craving all of Rachel's tongue, and smearing her face, from chin to nose. "Fuck it!... Fuck!... Fuck it!... More... ohgodmore!... Fuckit, fuckit, fuckit, fuckit!" came the groaned words. Rachel's head moved faster, repeatedly ramming her tongue into Mona. The energetic blonde planted her feet into the bed, and arched her back, lifting her hips off the bed. Rachel's head was being held so firmly in Mona's crotch, that she had no choice but to scramble to her knees to keep her tongue inside her. Mona groaned through gritting teeth, "god, yes... ohgod... oh god... uhhhh... mmmm... fuckin', make me cum, Rach... make me fuckin' cum..." Rachel's hands slid along Mona's body. She groped and squeezed her breasts, replacing the stimulation that Mona had been giving herself. And the whole time, the sexy new mommy fucked away with her tongue, moaning "uh huh... uh huh..." to try an spur Mona on to climax. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, oh shit, I'm gonna cum," Mona intoned. Rachel focused on the look of absolute ecstasy that was on Mona's face. She was fully aware that she was creating that look. That visage belonged to her. "So close... so close... " Mona gasped, eyes tightly shut, and aware of nothing but the tongue in her cunt. Thoughts echoed in Rachel's mind. "Cum, Mona... cum baby... god, Mona, I want you to cum... I want to make you cum..." In one final move, Rachel shoved her tongue all the way into Mona's box. She rapidly shook her head from side to side, rubbing her lips hard against Mona's pussy and clit. "AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" Mona moaned loudly as the climax slammed her body. "OHHHH GAAAWWWWDDDD!!!... UUUHHHNNNN... UUHHHHHNNNN... OH GOD, RACH... OH RACHEL!" Hearing her name being screamed by a woman in orgasm was intoxicating. She quickly pulled her tongue out; but just as fast, clamped her lips onto Mona's throbbing clit. "SSHHHIIITTTTT!!!" the blonde screamed. Rachel laughed slightly at the unexpectedly intense reaction. Rapid, hard sucks brought more screams of "SHIT! YES! SHIT! SHIT! YES! RA-CHEL!! FUCK!" Her frame was gradually seized with quivering tension. As much as she wanted to keep screaming, Mona could only puff rapidly through tightly fixed lips. She wanted the orgasm to go on and on. She quietly begged it to go on. "Please... more... please..." But, her body was unable to maintain the erotic tenseness for as long as her mind desired. In an instant, she collapsed, dropping to the mattress, and pulling Rachel's face down with her. A loud SMACK of the lips came from below, as Rachel released Mona's clit. Then the woman felt her partner lovingly and tenderly licking her pussy lips, sending aftershocks through her body. Gradually, the tongue moved away to her thighs, then her hips, then her stomach. Mona could barely move. All her strength had been sapped by that enormous climax. Deep, heavy panting was the only sound in the room, as Rachel slowly began to work her way up Mona's body, leaving kisses as she went. The two beauties snuggled for a while, their naked bodies in soothingly close proximity. Sharing small kisses. Stroking hair and faces. Fingertips grazing along breasts and nipples. Mona broke the silence. "That was amazing!" "I know... it was," Rachel agreed with a big smile and a little laugh. They kissed briefly, then lay quietly for a moment. "Ya know, I should probably be going," Mona said, regretting the words. "No, stay," Rachel whined. Mona laughed. "Rach, you KNOW how much Ross would flip out if he came home and found us in bed together." "Yeah, that's true," she conceded, with thinly-veiled irritation. "He is kinda weird like that. Any other man would love coming home to two hot women in bed. But NOOOO, not Ross!" Mona giggled at Rachel's humorously scathing, yet accurate assessment of their mutual ex-boyfriend. Mona was out of bed first, and she dressed, as Rachel got up and put on a bathrobe and socks. They went out into the living room, and paused as Rachel's hand rested on the door knob. "Thank you," Mona said with a beaming smile. "No... thank YOU," Rachel replied, caressing her cheek and giving her a long, passionate kiss goodbye. The door opened, and Mona stepped out into the hallway, looking both ways to see if Ross was coming. Then she turned back to Rachel. "Call me?" she asked in a whisper. "You can count on it," Rachel answered with an equally secretive tone. Closing the door, Rachel walked across the living room. Her arms wrapped around herself, as she listened to the click of Mona's boots receding down the hallway. The new mommy strolled over to the bassinette. Emma was still sleeping peacefully. Rachel smiled at her young one, and tucked the blanket in around her. "Maybe someday," she whispered, "Mommy will tell you all about her new best friend." Then she pondered for a few seconds. "Ya know, Emma..." she said, laughing to herself, "on second thought... I think Mommy's just gonna have some secrets, that you and your Daddy will neeever find out."

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, Going Aloft Text: Samantha was due for a vacation. She had been working nonstop for a while now and she needed some time off. Unfortunately, her salary at the department store didn't offer much of a vacation budget, especially with gas prices going up nowadays. It was safe to say she wouldn't be partaking in that Hawaiian getaway she always wanted anytime soon. But then one day, a particular ad in the newspaper caught her attention. She couldn't believe what she was reading: Swellington's Travel Agency Easy, hassle-free traveling at reasonable costs. For a modest fee, we guarantee you'll be treated to the biggest vacation experience ever or we'll refund your money back. Call the phone number provided for additional information and don't forget to ask about our "Swell Tropical Luxury Deluxe Package". "Could this be for real?", Samantha wondered looking over the newspaper ad again. With a tempting offer like that, it was hard for Samantha to ignore. Even if it was some kind of scam, what did she have to lose with a money-back guarantee? Sam proceeded to pick up her phone, determined to check this out for herself. The next day, Sam stepped out of a taxi in front of the Swellington's Travel Agency building, carrying a suitcase in each hand. Going into the open, she was instantly confronted by a strong, persistent wind, blowing against her tender face and sending her short, black hair into a frenzy. "I hope the weather isn't too bad for traveling today", Sam told herself as she entered the building. "Good Afternoon", the receptionist chimed as Samantha walked up to the desk. The woman Sam saw behind the desk had long, blonde hair and serene ,blue eyes as well as what could've been the friendliest, most optimistic face Sam had ever seen. "With qualities like that, it was no wonder she was hired to meet the customers here. "Welcome to Swellington's Travel Agency", the woman introduced. "My name is Lucy. Who might you be and how can I help you?" "Uh, yes, hello Lucy." Samantha awkwardly responded, "I'm Samantha Sawyer. I was kind of interested in your tropical vacation deal." "Ah, our "Swell Tropical Luxury Deluxe Package". Excellent choice", Lucy encouraged. "As soon as we get your fee and registration, we'll have you traveling in no time." "Oh, alright", Sam said as she took the pen laying on the desk and began to write down her name on the sheet provided. "Samantha Sawyer", Lucy mused. "That's such a lovely name. Would it trouble you if I called you Sammy for short?" "Oh... no, I suppose not", Sam reluctantly answered, somewhat put off by the receptionist's overly friendly behavior. For a second, Lucy beamed with delight from Sam's answer before picking up a stack of papers. "One of my fellow coworkers should come by to escort you to a prep room", Lucy explained. "Inside the room, you'll find a bathing suit waiting for you to try out. Make sure to put on the bathing suit and wait for someone to come in to give you further instructions." "A bathing suit?", Sam asked. "But I already have one packed in my suitcase." "Oh, but this one is special", Lucy assured. "Consider it a gift from our agency if you will." "A gift?", Sam pondered. Sam wasn't the kind of person to turn down free stuff so she decided to go along with the procedure, at least for the time being. She still wanted to stick around and see if this so called "Travel Agency" was a worthwhile venture. Placing her suitcases on her floor, she began to reach into the purse to pay Lucy the money. Eventually somebody came to pick up Sam's baggage and show her to the prep room, just as Lucy had said. The room she was taken to was fairly big and empty except for what looked like a red, one-piece swimsuit hanging on a hook on one of the walls. Samantha went to retrieve it , fully confident that she'd have no trouble fitting into it what with her slender figure and all. As it turned out, putting it on wasn't challenging in the least. The suit offered barely any resistance as it seamlessly stretched over her body. Wearing her new swimsuit, all Sam had to do now was wait for somebody to come in. She didn't have to wait long. The prep room door opened and somebody walked inside. Much to Sam's surprise, it was Lucy from earlier but she was no longer dressed in the professional attire she wore at the desk. Instead, she was wearing a blue swimsuit much like the one Samantha was dressed in, carrying a bag in her right hand as she closed the door behind her with her left. "Hello Sammy", she greeted. "It's good to see you again." "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be greeting the customers", Samantha questioned. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I forget to mention?", Lucy asked in a cheeringly guilty tone. "I'm going on vacation today too." "What? You too?" Samantha asked. "I hope you don't mind me sharing a prep room with you. I suppose with the two of us, things might get a little tight in here, but that's ok. After all, what's a little extra space compared to making new friends?" "A little tight?" Samantha asked, her head riddled with confusion. "What are you talking about?" Lucy giggled as she reached into the bag and pulled out a small remote control device. "Hang on Sammy", Lucy said, "We're about to experience a little bit of turbulence." Before Sam could even respond, Lucy pressed a button on the remote and the device responded with an electronic beep. "Oohhh", Sam moaned as she suddenly felt the fabric of her swimsuit tingling against her skin, catching her unaware. In mere seconds, a strange sensation started to spread throughout her body. "Wh-what's going on?", Sam said, trying to focus away from the influence of her bathing suit. "Don't worry", Lucy reassured as she tossed the bag and the remote aside. "It's a vacation. Enjoy yourself." Sam began to feel bloated in a strange sort of way. The pressure building up inside of her felt rather soft and gentle, like a warm, tropical breeze blowing through her entire body, from her torso down to her limbs and she could feel it accumulating, doubling inside her over and over without halt. Was the swimsuit we was wearing responsible for causing these unusual sensations? Looking over and seeing the blissful look on Lucy's face, Sam wasn't too doubtful that she too was experiencing the same thing. "What are you doing to us?", Sam plead to Lucy "What's wrong with these swimsuits? Why are you..." Sam's line of questions came to a halt upon finding something most unusual about to Lucy. Her chest was expanding, right in front of Sam's disbelieving eyes, her breasts easily boasting from their original size. "Lucy... you're growing", Sam cried, pointing at Lucy's ballooning upper region. "Ha ha, so are you", Lucy laughed as she pointed right back at Sam. Glancing down, Sam's eyes shot wide open as she discovered herself going through the same transformation, her chest blossoming forward as her bosom got bigger and rounder. "Oh my gosh", Sam cried. "What's happening to us?" Sam's surprise only broadened upon looking beyond the dual horizon of her booming breasts to see her formerly flat belly bulging outwards. Her hips and thighs began expanding as well as Sam felt herself pump up. Glancing over at Lucy, Sam could see her formerly-limber physique swelling out much like hers, but it appeared as though Lucy was enjoying it as she began to rub her mammoth tummy. "W-w-we're", Sam stuttered in shock. "We're balloonies!", Lucy happily exclaimed, finishing Sam's sentence as she continued to contently stroke her stomach. Looking back at her own ballooning figure, Sam could see her waistline getting bigger and bigger as she continued to fill up. Her sides were severely plumped, pulling her wider while her stomach was rapidly bulging forward. Her entire body began to round out as her chest and backside puffed out with the rest of her. She could feel herself getting rounder as she experienced the pressure filling her up. "This can't be happening!", Sam screamed, "Please make it stop!" "Sorry Sammy", Lucy said as she took on a similar shape. "We've got more inflating to do." And inflate they did as Sam was submitted to witnessing her entire figure swelling without restraint. Her arms and legs were bloated to the brim, having become puffy appendages that slowly bonded with her bulking body. Her breasts were large and round, much like balloons themselves, easily dominating her upper body and obstructing much of her view. She no longer possessed her slender figure, but instead it looked as though her midsection had swelled well past the size of a beach ball. Sam was about to beg Lucy once more to stop the inflation but before she could, she began to feel herself move about. Realizing the floor was no longer beneath her feet, Sam went into another panic. She mustered a fleeting shriek as she and Lucy began to rise up and take to the air like a couple of stray helium balloons, continuing to expand though their upward voyage. "No, get me down!", Sam cried as she slowly ascended into the air, wiggling her hands and feet in a futile attempt to stop from floating. The two of them had easily dominated most of the prep room with their enormous forms. Lucy took a gander over her own colossal mass to see Samantha fidgeting what little she could as she haplessly moved though the room. "Calm down Sammy." Lucy hollered out to her. "Balloon travel is the way of the future." With the last of their limbs having succumbed into their massive bodies, the two of them were now nearly spherical with the exception of their heads, hands, feet, and two big bulges jutting across the surface of each of their chests. The red and blue swimsuits suiting the limber ladies of earlier where now pulled over two bloated beauties, proving a tight but snug fit for their gargantuan bodies. At this point, it would've been easy to mistake Samantha and Lucy for a seven-foot giant balloons. No longer were they inflating, the tingling of the swimsuits having ceased in midst of the commotion, offering a little relief for poor Sam who just realized it. "Pretty classy, eh Sammy?" Lucy said as she twirled upside-down. "Classy?" Sam fumed. "Are you kidding me? We're blimps! How could you possibly be enjoying this?" "Oh come on", Lucy said. "There's no better way to travel the world than by balloon, especially when you are the balloon. No uncomfortable seats, no five-dollar headsets, no overpriced beverages. It's just us and the open sky." "Speak for yourself! I'm not going anywhere like this!", Sam insisted. "I want to go back to normal. I want my money back." "We can't do that now Sammy", Lucy said as she resumed the upward position. "They've already taken our luggage. You can't get your money back until after we're through with the vacation." "No", Samantha moaned. "You can't be serious." "Why not relax and enjoy yourself?", Lucy said. "After all, we're about to travel in style." Samantha groaned as she leaned backwards. For her, a weekend at home was sounding pretty good right now. A couple days later, two large spheres could be seen floating over the Hawaiian islands. Samantha and Lucy both gazed at the tropical splendor below them as their giant balloon bodies tilted downward. It was truly a spectacular sight for Sam, better than she could ever imagine, and she couldn't wait to deflate and enjoy all it had to offer. As she glanced over at Lucy who was happily wafting through the island breeze, she began to think. Maybe balloon travel is the way of the future, she thought. Come to think of it, I kind of wonder what the Eiffel Tower looks like from up above. The next two weeks were spectacular for Samantha, as she experienced everything she could have ever wanted from an exotic vacation. When she got back to the travel agency, she praised the company for what they did to her and told them that she changed her mind about getting her money back. Lucy on the other hand wasn't quite as fortunate when she got back. As it turned out, customers and employees sharing the same prep room was against company policy, which was believed to result in a possible lawsuit if violated, which Lucy soon found out after a bitter talk with Mr. Swellington. After some harsh words from her former manager, Lucy was fired, despite Samantha's promises not to take legal action. Sam felt terrible about Lucy losing her job for such a simple mistake but Lucy wasn't too upset. She made sure to swipe a couple of the prep room swimsuits and a remote control before leaving the building. To help Lucy out, Sam recommended her for a job at the department store she worked at. Lucy was hired thanks to Sam's kind words and the two of them had become good friends ever since. Every weekend, Lucy comes over to Sam's place and they enjoy their own little, fun vacation, flying first class of course.

Title: Too Good to be True by Galthroc Tags: Autofellatio, Cum, Dream, Horse, Hyper, M/solo, Muscles, Short, Spooge, Transformation *Just a quick little nothing I wrote in thirty minutes. Let me know if you like it.* \~ \~ \~ Jeff awoke with a start. His eyes darted around his room, his mind trying to discern his current location. After suddenly waking up from a strange dream, it took him a while to warp back to reality. When he finally fathomed that he was, in fact, safe in his bed, he relaxed. The man, about twenty years old, stretched out on his queen sized bed, giving a small roar of relief from the wonderful feeling of moving his muscles after such a long rest. He got up and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. Walking out of his room, though, he noticed something strange, but he wasn't sure what. Something caught his eye in the mirror as he walked past it. He gave his reflection a quick glance, proceeded to the toilet, but suddenly doubled back to look to the mirror again. "What the *hell*?" Facing him was not his own reflection. At least, that's not what it looked like. Instead, the creature in the mirror was a...*horse*? How the heck did he not notice this earlier? Regardless, he stared at his reflection for a good five minutes, eyes wondering all over his body. He was covered in a white fur that had several black patterns from head to...ankles, the fur ending at a new pair of hooves that he clopped on the tile a few times. A black mane also rested on his head and neck. He had grown several feet, which resulted in the strange feeling he had when getting out of bed earlier - he hadn't realized he was much taller now. Seven and a half feet, maybe. On top of that, his normally average body had transformed completely. He was so fit! Athletic, even. He looked like a runner, perhaps, or a swimmer who lifted on the side. Either way, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as he looked at his new self, grinning hugely. He made his large pecs bounce and crunched his stomach, making his six pack ripple with muscle as he ran a hand over it, knocking on it with his knuckles, his abdomen rock hard. He extended and arm and looked it up and down, running his other hand over it, squeezing his bicep as he flexed it, amazing at how far up the muscle traveled. He put his arms down to his side and looked at the mirror again, smiling. It was like a wish come true. He had sometimes dreamed of something like this happening, but now it was real! He couldn't believe it . He had frequently day dreamed of what it would be like to be a horse in a furry world. He'd be tall and muscular and hot, which he was! On top of that, he'd have a huge... Wait a minute. He was so taken aback by this queer, overnight transformation that he didn't even stop to ponder the most exciting part of it. His initial bewilderment and astonishment transcended into unmitigated excitement and wonder. Slowly, building the anticipation, his eyes traveled down his body and landed on something that nearly made him gasp. He no longer had a small, flaccid tube of meat dangling there, but rather an enormous, wide sheathe with two testicles the size of baseballs hanging below it. He reached down and grazed each one softly with his fingertips, the titillation making him moan softly. Oh, this was what it was all about. He was a stallion now. A hot, most likely well hung stallion. How he had always yearned to be one! He'd never be bored - he'd simply stay in his room most of the day, playing with his enormous cock, cumming constantly for hours until he was exhausted. It wasn't an ethical or productive lifestyle, but it was desired. Jeff grabbed his bottle of hand cream and a cup of water, then returned to his bedroom. He propped some pillows up against the wall and sat down on his bed with his back against them. His touched his body again, firmly rubbing and groping his large, muscled pectorals and tracing the lines his cut abs made. He flexed his arms this way and that, squeezing his biceps and triceps. He turned his attention to his massive legs next, built like a real athlete's, seemingly chiseled from marble. He straightened his leg and flexed his quadricep, moaning softly as he watched the huge muscle bunch up. He gave it a little whack with his fist, pleased to feel it was also hard as a rock. Jeff slid down a little on his bed, only his neck and head being supported by the pillows. He rubbed his inner thighs with both hands, closing his eyes and writhing a little bit on the bed as he touched himself, moaning softly with pleasure. This body was so new and foreign that it was almost like touching someone else rather than himself. Doing this turned him on to no end, and when he opened his eyes he was greeted with the sight of his cock wriggling out of his sheathe. He watched as more and more came out, wondering when it would end, silently hoping there would be just a little more... And then finally it stopped. He picked up his hefty equipment and let it fall, the heavy tool falling to the side against his waist with a loud, meaty slap. "Oh, God yes..." he moaned. He filled his hand with lotion, dipped it into the glass of water, and then gently rubbed his cock, lathering it up nice and wet for a hot masturbation session. The sensation he felt was like nothing he had ever experienced. His eyelids fluttered as his cock began to harden, twitching a little as it slowly swelled, lifting itself from his waist to the side of his stomach, traveling like the direction of a clock hand. The horse's legs squeezed together and his toes curled as he continued to rub his cock, watching as it situated itself just to the right of his belly button, the head already brushing against the top of his abdominal. And still it grew. It must have already been sixteen inches long, and maybe three wide, but still it grew. Jeff watched with mounting excitement as it slithered up and up. He could feel it nearing the end of its swelling, and a small squeeze confirmed that he was already pretty hard. Finally, it rested between his pecs, a good twenty inches long and five wide. He licked his lips as he gazed at the hottest thing he had ever laid his eyes on - and it was his! It belonged to him! He could wait no longer. He was a horny stallion now with a gigantic cock throbbing against his chest. Precum was already spilling out and leaking onto his fur, and as he lifted his cock off his body, a long rope of it bridged the gap between cockhead and chest. Speaking of cockhead, his was different now. Now longer was it the small mushroom that usually adorned the top of his human one, but was rather blunt and flared, like that of a real horse. It was strange, but he liked it. Jeff wrapped both hands around his huge shaft and pumped it slowly, throwing his head back and crying out in pleasure. A small wad of precum dribble out and cascaded down his shaft, running over his fingers. Pretty soon, the amount of precum spilling out of him was so copious that the lotion he had brought was no longer necessary. He made a circle with both hands, interlocking his fingers, and placed it at the top of his cock, then pushed it down his shaft, squeezing tightly. His cock throbbed in response to this, seemingly growing even harder as a huge, thick vein bulged out, traveling the length of his cock. He moaned loudly when he felt it pulsating against his palm, his hands still traveling down his length until finally ending at the base. He squeezed really tightly now, like a cockring, and watched with horny eyes as the blood trapped in his member made it even bigger, slowly expanding outward, growing thicker, longer, the red color becoming a darker shade until it was almost purple. The large vein got even bigger, pulsating hugely. His whole cock quivered and throbbed as though ready to burst. Precum squirted out the tip in small, pathetic bursts, splattering against his neck and chest. Finally, he let go, letting his cock thump on his body, deflating to its normal size now, the color returning to a dark pink. He decided to sit up straighter now, and as he lifted his body, bending over a little, his cock grazed against his chin. This got his attention. Jeff had always wanted to do this. To be able to be so big that he could suck on himself - the very thought sent the human Jeff shooting massive wads when he masturbated. He wrapped both hands around his member again, staring at the winking slit that continually oozed cum that traveled down his shaft . Slowly, he bent his head down, tongue sticking out, eyes closed. In no time, contact was made. His tongue pressed down on his cockhead, greeted with a sweet, salty, wet taste. "Mmmm..." he moaned as he licked at the head, lapping up gobs of precum. He bent down further, wrapping his soft lips around it, his cock now in his mouth. Jeff stroked his shaft slowly as he took more in, his tongue roaming around his glans, making the horse shiver with excitement. He tried to take more in, but couldn't bend over any further. Grunting, the horse slid off the bed and onto the floor. With little effort, he lifted his legs off the ground, curling his body so that they were above him, his cock already pushing against his lips. Working with his strong abs, he lifted his body down slowly, opening his mouth and letting his cock inside. Pretty soon, it was already touching the back of his throat. Using only his stomach, Jeff lifted his body up and down, letting his cock slide in and out of his mouth. He moaned loudly the whole time, his voice muffled by the meat stuffing his throat. He swallowed the huge amounts of precum leaking into him, which had increased in quantity and thickness as the pleasure began to mount. Soon, though, it became too much. The stallion's eyes shut tight as he felt that familiar sensation, except this time it had multiplied substantially. His cock throbbed hard in his mouth, pushing against it, forcing his jaw open even more. The horse cried out in pleasure as cum began to flood his throat. He continued to suck and suck, lifted his hips up and down with his stomach. Cum pooled around the corners of his mouth and dribbled down his cheeks and onto the floor. It didn't take long for him to become full, though. He swung his legs up and then let them fall to the floor, his cock popping out of his mouth and dragging down to its normal position on his chest. His cock lurched and a huge rope of cum splattered against his face, forcing his eyes shut. It was thick, warm, and delicious. He licked his lips and smiled, but soon returned to his loud cries of pleasure. He took his cock in his hands and pointed it up, the cum easily reaching the ceiling, splashing against it, making drops of it fall back down onto his body. "Ohh YEAH!" he roared, encircling his hands around the center of his member. He thrust his hips upward, fucking the small hole he made, cum continuing to shoot out in massive, long, thick ropes, splattering against the ceiling and falling back onto him. Warm splatters decorated his body, and soon began to soak into the carpet. The pleasure was too great, though. Jeff lost control of his body, his arms falling to the side and spasming as he writhed on the floor, howling in pleasure, his cock thumping against his chest and spurting a long rope of cum onto his face and the wall behind him. He rolled onto his stomach, squishing his cock against the floor, which was soft and wet now. He had enough control to lift his hips up, and soon he was humping the floor, his hot butt clenching and unclenching slowly and sensually. Cum shot out and splashed against his body and chin, a huge puddle forming as the carpet could absorb no more. He rolled back onto his back again and got one last blast to the face before his orgasm died down and became a small dribble. The horse opened his eyes and blinked, wiping the cum away from his face. He looked around. His spooge was everywhere! The ceiling was covered and dripping, cum slid down the walls all around him, and the carpet (as well as himself) was a soggy mess! "More..." he panted, standing up. He wrapped his hands around his cock and stroked it again, squeezing hard. He had never been so hard after an orgasm before, and while stroking himself, he could only feel the pleasure mounting again rather than that strange, uncomfortable feeling he usually had when trying to masturbate again that made him spass out. He placed his hands on his butt and bent his head down, sucking on his cockhead again, pressing against his bottom as he pushed his hips forward, forcing more meat down his gullet. He sucked and slurped, tasting his delicious cum again, swallowing it happily. He popped his dick out and starting to pump it again, but this time quickly and roughly. "Come on..." he growled to himself. "Oh yeah...shit..." He let go of his member and roared as it lurched and throbbed, more cum blasting out and splashing against the wall. It felt just as good, but he retained basic motor control this time. The horse's arms flew behind his head, and he thrust against the air. His biceps smashed against his cheeks, and he couldn't help but to stick his tongue out and lick them in a display of narcissism. He thrust hard and quick, his cock thumping against his body, his huge balls flying all over the place. He grabbed his dick again, falling to his knees. Seeking more stimulation, more cum, he shoved his dick in his mouth again, sucking hard, swallowing all he could before it filled his cheeks and he choked, cum splashing out of his mouth. "Fuck yes! YES!" Jeff continued to moan as even more cum escape his cock. He fell onto his back, thrusting the air above him, emptying himself for an entire minute, coating his hot body in spunk. He cupped his hands over his pecs as he thrust, squeezing them. FInally, his second orgasm ended. But that didn't stop him at all. Jeff stood and grabbed his two pillows. He put his cock on top of one, and then put the other on top of his cock, effectively making a sandwich. He thrust into his makeshift hole, grunting and growling like an animal (...), his body rippling with his flexing muscles, abs crunching hotly as he thrust, butt clenching, legs quivering. After a few minutes of this, his pillows were completelty drenched, and he was about to reach his third orgasm. Jeff threw the pillows to the side, and grabbed his cock. As soon as he did, another volley of cum rocketed out. "YES!" he roared, falling onto the bed, throwing his arms to either side of him. His whole body jerked around, head turning to and fro, legs squeezing together tightly, hips erratically going up and down. Cum soon painted his whole body, splashing against it, the ceiling, the wall, his chair and books and computer and clothes. Nothing was spared. This orgasm ended after a few minutes, too, and Jeff was already hard at work on the next one. For what seemed like hours, the horse jerked his cock, sucked it, humped it against things, cumming over and over again - orgasm after hot orgasm, his room completely covered and soaked in hot horse cum, the smell of it invading his nostrils and making him want even more. And then something strange happened. Jeff's awoke with a start. His eyes dart around his room, his mind trying to discern his current location. After suddenly waking up from strange dream, it took him a while to warp back to reality. When he finally fathomed that he was, in fact, safe in his bed he relaxed. He stretched, but quickly stopped when he felt something strange. He removed his sheets and saw that his boxers were dripping with his spunk. He laughed. He hadn't had a wet dream in a while. Well, that was understandable. After all, that was probably the hottest dream he had ever had. Jeff sighed, slightly sad, but as soon as he was up and about it was already out of his mind. Perhaps he'd have another one, soon.

Title: Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 05 Tags: futanari, futanari on female, impregnation, public sex, public, creampie, incest *If unstated, all characters are at least the age of 18 or older. Primary themes: Futanari on female, impregnation Thank you so much for the continued feedback, I really appreciate all feedback especially the constructive criticism!* \*\*\*\*\* A buzzing from my nightstand tugged my heavy eyes awake, the world a foggy blur. Giving a small groan I dug myself out of the fluffy sheets of my bed and struggled for my phone, the source of the annoyance. My apartment bedroom was empty, Tess's job had her in early and I almost always slept through her leaving. Giving my eyes a ginger rub I unlocked the device and was greeted by five missed calls and nearly twenty text messages which wrote "*Wake the fuck up*", all from my *Cliques* editor, Jess. I gave a sigh; I really missed having Tess as my editor. There was something special about our late night proofreading sessions while we were in college, typically done in nothing but gym shorts and playful teases between paragraphs. My mind wandered slightly towards memories of how most of Tess and I's editing sessions ended before shaking the heated memories from my mind and focusing on the task at hand again, my foul mouthed editor. Jess was a good editor, she just never held back for anyone, when I spoke with her she told me she didn't "pussyfoot around" because it wastes time. Despite her poor manners I really did believe she made me write better, so I tolerated her attitude. My phone buzzed again, Jess was calling me for the sixth time of the morning. "Heya Jess." I greeted my editor in a groggy voice. "What the fuck Red, it's like goddamn eleven." Jess greeted me back. I glanced at Tess's alarm clock on the nightstand and saw a bright red 11:13 AM looking back at me. This was pretty early for me, as a night owl I did my best writing from midnight to about four in the morning. Plus with *Cliques* being an online magazine and with myself being paid article to article, it's not like I had working hours to conform to. "Yeah, whats up?" I asked, not wishing to defend myself. "That schoolgirl story we published last night, check it out." She ordered. Giving a groggy mumble I snagged my laptop from the floor and flipped it open, navigating to the story about Kris' first time from Friday. As the page loaded I was greeted by a counter reading 20,000 views and 50 comments. The view count woke me up slightly, "Not bad for one night huh?" I muttered into the phone. "Not bad? That's the fastest view growth *Cliques* has ever had in the risqué section. God called me this morning and she wants more. You've got other stories from Friday right?", God was Jess' nickname for Bev, the owner of *Cliques*. She had a very hands-on approach to her magazine; Jess said her nickname was prevalent among all the editors. "Well yeah, I've got two more from Friday. When do you need the drafts by?" I grew more awake. "Like fucking yesterday. Bev wants one more up by tonight at least to see if this one was just a fluke." "Tonight?" I began to complain. "Are you fucking dense? You just broke records in our smut section and you're bitching to me?" My phone barked rudely. "Oh right. I'll get a draft to you soon." My tune suddenly changed. By Friday night both Jackie and Mari's stories were published and major hits in the risqué section of *Cliques*. All three made a small splash in social media, the spread was significant though considering the intensely erotic nature of the stories. Jess had let me know Bev was thinking about giving my series a section on the main page of *Cliques* if the attention keeps up. I left my apartment and headed to the Ark Nursery with Jess' words of encouragement: "Don't fuck it up" stuck in my head. Passing under the large archway that bore the massive Ark Nursery letters I took in the campus with a new sense of wonder. First off I realized how absolutely massive the nursery actually was, earlier I believed it to be like a college campus but it was more like a self-contained town. Various restaurants and shops lined the streets flanked by parks and green space, with apartment complexes and neighborhoods throughout the campus. But I couldn't shake the focus that all this was created on the basis of futanari and reproduction. Young women with children strolled on the streets, many with their bellies showing obvious signs of another on the way. Many of the clothing shops featured maternity wear, and appeared to be the most popular among the residents. I thought back to last week regarding the referral system, the arousal techniques, the arrangements. The entire community just oozed the sensations of motherhood. Sputtering up to the entranceway of The Guardian Angel a young valet scurried over and opened my door for me, giving a loud creak. My car was a total rusted shitbox, but the valet was kind enough to maintain a professional smile while she disappeared with my ride in a cloud of smoke. Striding into the massive entrance hall I took a place in line at the reception desk, I knew I where I was headed but I the extravagance of the building still made me feel like an outsider. Returning for a second time to The Guardian Angel made me realize just how far out of the building's league I actually was. Staff wore sharp suits that wouldn't look out of place at a wedding while they strode through the massive entrance hall, smiles on their faces. Each wore her hair in a tight bun or ponytail while they greeted residents and children by name. Their suits bore small nameplates with their names engrained upon them, as if they were and always had been a part of the building. "Miss Red?" The receptionist asked, jerking my attention away from the elevator lobby. "Do you need assistance in finding the lounge?" I remembered her from last week. "Oh, no, I just wasn't sure if I had to check in or something." I said shyly "That's quite alright Miss Red, there is no need for a check in. Feel free to head back when you're ready." She said in polite tone. I nodded in thanks and scurried off to the lounge. Jackie was the first to see me in the large room, she threw her hands up and shouted "Heeeey! There she is! Told you she'd come!" I made my way over to the table and took a seat, giving a nod of greeting to the members of the table. "Did you think I wouldn't come back?" I asked Jackie. "Kris didn't think you would come back." Jackie said with a smile. Rather than her usual attire of a sharp suit she instead donned a comfortable pair of jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt. "You had a rough go of it last week, and you're not the first normal to join our card game here. Most don't come back." Kris attempted to defend herself while avoiding eye contact with me. She also donned a comfortable pair of jeans and t-shirt. "That's quite alright." I said with a smile. Cass finished giving an order to a passing waitress before returning to the conversation, "Yeah, but they're usually just trying to find a futa. After one night they usually get what they wanted and have no reason to come back." The table gave a chuckle to Cass' comment. Cass wore a tight pair of white shorts with a neon purple tank top. She appeared to be comfortable with her large breasts and long legs exposed. "Of course she came back, her retelling of last week has gotten pretty popular you know." Mari calmly said from behind a wine glass. She wore a professional black skirt and a red blouse. Turning to me she gave a small nod, "Thanks for the name changes in the articles by the way, not that we really have anything to fear," She waved her hand to the table, "but some of us don't appreciate the attention. "Yeah, thanks." Kris said with wide eyes. I figured the only one at the table that had difficulty with attention was her. I tried to change the subject, to ease into the group dynamic. "No suit Jackie?" I asked. She shot a smile back to me and shook her head, "Naw, I only dress up when I have a date, flying solo today so it's a relaxed night. But if you like me in a suit I could go toss one on. Then maybe we could have our own date later tonight." Jackie said in an teasingly seductive tone. I shook my head, "uh, no thanks." Forcing a chuckle from the table, including Jackie. "Alright newbie, you ready to play?" Cass asked, tossing me the deck of cards. My second Friday night at The Guardian Angel began. \*\*\*\*\*\* The casual card game continued for a while. I sipped casually on a soft drink, electing for a non-alcohol option to keep my memory sharp. Jackie teased me about being a 'child' but I just laughed it off. Jess' words of "don't fuck it up" were still stuck in my head and I didn't want to risk anything by getting drunk. I had a small flip pad of paper in front of my place on the table, having received permission from the group to take notes. "So where did you end up putting her then?" Cass had asked Mari, casual banter at the table. Mari folded her hand and answered, "I put her out in Pinebrook, said her wife's a nature lover so I thought they'd appreciate the greenspace." I realized they were talking about a referral Mari had given. I suddenly felt shocked at how casual the conversation was. Families live in nursery for five years after conception, and Mari had chosen a family's home on the basis of what sounded like pillow talk. "Do you ever get blowback because someone doesn't like the referral you picked for them?" I asked the table. The table shrugged, with the exception of Jackie who wore a massive grin. "Not usually" Kris said softly, "I mean if they don't like it they're not forced to live there. Basically free housing. Every once in a while you get someone that throws a fit, but it's not often we ever even see our partners again after we sire a child." "Fuck, those stuck up bitches are my favorite." Jackie said crudely. "Take one of those rich girls out and make her a woman, then give her some working-class housing referral. The social worker in that neighborhood tells me all about how fucking mad they get when they first move in, it's glorious." "That happens often to you, Jackie?" I asked, attempting to proposition another story. "Red" Jackie began, using my real name for the first time ever, "I know we've only known one another for a short time, but if you don't realize how fucked up my kinks are by now you're hopeless as a writer." I smiled and laughed a bit on the inside. Sure Jackie was a pretty scary character, her stories and dealings with Sherry from last week made her seem dangerous, but at the same time I didn't feel scared around her. "Just the other week I –" Jackie began "Ahem" Mari cleared her throat loudly. "Oh right," Jackie stopped suddenly, "Almost got carried away." I was nervous at her balking.I wondered if I did something wrong with publishing the stories from last week? I had changed all the names and places, even asked permission. Kris piped up before the panic in my chest could rise, "It's Cass' turn." She said staring at Cass. Cass blushed and took a casual drink of her beer. "Oh ho ho" she chuckled, "My turn eh? I don't really have any good ones though-" "Emma" Mari said with her nose in a wine glass. Cass blushed red while Jackie and Kris chuckled at the table. "Fuck that, I knew I never should have told you idiots about that..." Cass rubbed her hand on her forehead. "We made Kris talk about creaming in the girl next door, it's only fair." Jackie said playfully. "Yeah!" Kris agreed, happy she wasn't the embarrassed one for once. "Fine, fuck..." Cass muttered before finishing off the bottle in front of her. Wiping the beer from her lips she looked towards me. "So I was at The Divide" \*\*\*\*\* A loud beat bounced through The Divide as Cass lay back on the couch. She made small talk with her close friends who lounged nearby as she glanced through the club filled with fog, flashing lights and gorgeous women. Beautiful girls of all colors and styles danced in sweaty ecstasy on the dance floor, flirting at tables with drinks in hand, or sharing an embrace with a new partner on one of the many couches and booths in the sensual room. Tiny skirts and tight dresses danced through the room, demanding attention. Breasts flowed from low cut shirts, each pair pushing the limit on close a neckline could come to revealing everything. Everyone came to The Divide to hook up, to find love, to find lust, and to be someone's desire. Cass always thought of it as a room full of princesses each demanding to be someone's queen. But in reality, the realm of The Divide was Cass' domain as she was its matriarch. Her eyes took in the subjects of her domain, the tight bodies and even tighter clothing a blur. But while Cass enjoyed a nice pair of breasts or curvy ass as much as the next woman, she was more focused on all the small yellow armbands that clung tightly to many of the young girls in the club. The small yellow fabric shined in the dark room, clear signals they were ready to be taken by a futanari. The plethora of armbands in The Divide was no accident; Cass had been visiting the club for years with several of her futanari friends and had earned the establishment quite the reputation. Women from all over the city hoping to bear children did their best to entice the mystery futanari that roamed the club, while others looking just to hook up knew the dance floor was filled with vixens in heat. Cass always had a proud feeling when she lounged in *her* club, yes it was hers. Years ago it was just a generic club and bar in the city, with a few rumors here and there and it evolved into the place to be when the sun set if you were looking for romance. A waitress scurried over and replaced the drink Cass had left on a nearby table with a fresh glass. The owners and staff spoiled their queen, as they all knew the success was due entirely to her and her friends. This was actually a fairly common practice among futanari and was fairly easy to do. Many futanari referred to it as "making a nest". All one had to do was hook up with a few women in the same place for a while and rumors did the rest. Futanari just had to find a venue, whether it be a park, library, coffee shop, club or whatever and set up shop. A few swelling bellies later and their favorite hangout was suddenly filled with young pretties sporting yellow arm bands. Cass was exceptionally experienced in this regard as well. The Divide was not Cass' first nest, over the course of many years she had established nests in each city she lived. There was the one park in Little Rock, that café just outside Indianapolis and that used book shop in Ohio. Cass was particularly proud of the book shop. The owners were bewildered why their shop full of musty old books had gone from being pretty much an abandoned fixture of the town to being packed with young trendy twenty-somethings. And the changes seemed to begin when a polite brunette became a regular to the reading space in the back... Sitting on her throne Cass gracefully flowed through her routine. Sipping fruity cocktails she chatted and joked with the friends that joined her on the lounge couches. Tonight there were three including Cass among the nobility that was futanari. Most at the club knew exactly who the three were and regarded the group almost with a respectful fear. Cass and her group had gathered such a reputation that the days of seeking partners was a thing of the past. Throughout the night young pretty things approached the group, either alone or escorted by past partners of the futanari in the group. One of the nobility would either politely decline or invite the young beauty to join them before slipping off into a more private area. Cass usually chose the ones that approached the group alone, reminded her of a virgin walking into the lion's den. But tonight Cass had her focus on something other than the jokes and drinks of her circle. Toying with the silky fabric of her long purple dress her eyes were drawn to the dance floor, where a brunette shook her hips and spun to the music. As she turned the skirt of her short white dress flared in a blossom. Cass caught glimpses of her face as she spun, bright eyes and a warm smile embracing a joyful laugh. She appeared to be so free, such a young thing so full of life and joy; the brightness of her being allured Cass demanding her focus. She had a face that could be described as real beauty. Sharp, Bright green eyes rested above a long thin nose that struck down her face towards a pair of lips. When the beauty laughed her small lips opened wide seemingly revealing all 32 pearly whites. Her chin closed in to a sharp angle to almost match the corners of her eyes. She was the kind of girl that if you saw in a magazine, she would look out of place for her differences, but her beauty was that uniqueness. It drove your gaze like a painting, with each viewing drawing more attention and longing towards the subject on the canvas. The beauty raised her arms in dance allowing Cass to catch a glimpse of the tight yellow band that hugged her upper arm. The small yellow piece of fabric was all the consent she needed; putting her drink on the table she rose and strode onto the dance floor, making a bee line for her new target. Cass was no newbie when it came to seducing women, she knew she had the looks to make others lower their guard and she had the power of her futanari touch to help her. With the experience of hundreds of encounters before her, she slipped through the dancing crowd with finesse until she was next to her desire. Up close the beauty was even more enticing, her eyes full of the light of youth and supple breasts that held tight to the neckline of her white dress. Her light skin seemed to shine in the dark club, the swaying of her body in dance like a candle flame. Cass rocked to the music, catching the young beauty's attention. Cass' confidence was unwavering; every detail worked in her favor. The erotic atmosphere of the club, her attractive appearance, and the crowded close quarters of the dance floor made it all too easy. Some close dancing here, a flash of the eyes there, and some brushes of skin turned the bright eyes of the young beauty into a pair of eyes that were full of arousal and soft lips that breathed heavy with lust. Cass closed the nearly non-existent distance between their bodies and embraced her prize in a kiss, which was returned with enthusiasm. Their bodies rocked to the music as their lips joined in their own erotic dance. Their hands explored the bodies of the two women, gripping curves, soft butts and heaving breasts. At one point the beauty ventured a hand to Cass' crotch, immediately feeling the stiffness of her arousal. Her eyes shot open as she broke the kiss, jerking her head back slightly when she realized what it meant. Cass locked eyes as a small ping of fear struck her chest, unsure if her prize would flee. A split second later lips were pressed against her again, a tongue frantically seeking the embrace of another. Louder than the roar of the music in the club, Cass could feel hear heart pounding in her chest while the two women's bodies grinded along each other. This adrenaline laced sensation was new for Cass, a feeling different from the previous hundred other encounters within her hunting grounds. There was something special about the woman currently in her mouth that pushed her pass just finding a mate for the night. Her essence seemed so full of life, so real and so fresh that made Cass feel so frantic and unlike her normal pristine self. Still tangled in one another, the pair staggered off the dance floor, lips locked together for the entire short journey. The pair stopped for a moment against a nearby wall still in embrace, sweet lips being tasted and hands exploring under the thin fabric of clothing. Cass felt her new partner squeeze her breasts with one hand while the other cupped her butt beneath her skirt. Cass wrapped a hand around her waist and slid the other under the young girl's skirt; she could feel the wetness of her aroused cunt through the tiny fabric of her lacy panties. Sliding down the wall the pair stumbled through the door of the bathroom. A few clubbers occupied the large restroom but neither cared about the audience, they were animals in heat desperate to find a safe and private place, less they give into their desires fully and just fuck on the floor. All the bystanders in the bathroom gaped at the pair that practically fell into the large handicapped stall at the far end of the restroom, door slamming shut behind them but not quite latching all the way. From her peripheral vision Cass could see the stall door slightly ajar, but she was far too focused on the nymph in front of her, bending over, bracing the bathroom wall with one hand and hiking her dress up with the other to reveal a lacy black pair of panties. Looking over her shoulder to Cass she pulled aside the thin fabric of her panties, exposing a visibly slick slit. "Please..." She begged with wanting eyes and shaky voice. Needing no more encouragement Cass reached below her own skirt and jerked her panties down, her large erection bouncing free from the fabric restraints. Cock in hand she stepped forward and pressed the head of her shaft against her new lover's opening. Cockhead disappearing inside the moist pussy, Cass felt the warmth of a tight pussy grip each inch of her shaft as it easily slid to the base. "Ah!" her lover gasped as she was pierced by the girl's stiff cock. From where they were connected, Cass could feel the girl shivering in pleasure. Rather than wait for the maiden to grow accustomed to the sensation, Cass began to rock her hips. Taking hold of the braced princess' hips she pumped a few slow thrusts before accelerating to a pleasurable speed. The tight cunt sent shivers of ecstasy through Cass with each forceful thrust of her bare cock and the sound of hips striking the bent girl's ass echoed off the walls of the bathroom stall. Between the sounds of flesh colliding with wet smacks Cass could hear the gasps and shocked whispers of her unexpected audience outside the bathroom stall. Cass didn't care, she was far too focused on fucking the soaked cunt her cock was currently slamming into and by the sound of her partner's moans she practically screamed it didn't appear she was alone in that regard. Cass gave unladylike grunts as she increased the force of her thrusts into the moaning girl. The effort slid her lover up fully against the wall with her chest flush to cold surface of the wall, trapping the girl between the wall and Cass' cock. Cass fucked the pinned princess in desperation, addicted to the pleasure her cunt provided. The pleasure too great, Cass felt tightness in her chest as her orgasm rose. "I'm gonna-" Cass began to say into her mate's ear. "Inside me!" She interrupted in a high pitched crying moan. Giving a few final pounding thrusts Cass buried her futa-cock to the base and emptied her potent seed into the young fertile womb in a grunt. She hissed as she felt her cock twitch and release a stream of cum. "Ahh!" her lover screamed, the cum-induced orgasm ripping through her body as she was filled with the fertile seed. Cass grunted and continued to release into the soon to be mother. Her lover's cunt shivered in the pleasure of orgasm, her slick walls massaging the sensitive cock in a desperate attempt for more cum. Pussy getting its wish, Cass gave a final gasp and emptied such a volume of cum into the tiny cunt she felt the warm excess escape around the opening and slip down her drained balls. The women stayed connected, each shivering from their climax and recovering from the exertion of the rut. Droplets of sweat dripped down Cass' forehead and down her nose; from where her hips and waist connected to her lover she felt the slickness of her skin also moist with sweat. Slowly pulling away from the cum-filled maiden Cass slipped her sensitive still-stiff length out of the girl. A rope of connected the two as they disconnected, eventually falling loose to the floor of the bathroom. Free from the cock inside her, her lovers panties flipped back over the roughly fucked hole trapping the fertile seed while the filled girl dropped to her knees on the floor weakly. Connection between the two animals severed, Cass began to return to her normal state of mind. She could hear the whispers of the other women of the restroom whom had just unknowingly witness their conception. Feeling suddenly exposed, Cass adjusted her ruffled clothing, and gathered herself and pulled her panties back up and over her cock that was completely drained from the impromptu mating session. "Emma" She heard a voice say. "What?" Cass uttered in surprise as she looked up from herself. Her partner had returned to her feet and was leaning against the wall for support. Cass was impressed, futanari-cum induced orgasm's usually left lovers in a weakened state of drunkenness for at least several minutes. The girl shouldn't have been able to form cohesive thoughts, let alone stand. "My name" she said between heavy breaths. "Do I get to know yours or is the sire of my child a mystery?" "Oh, right." Cass had returned to her senses, realizing what the romp meant for the Emma. "I'm Cass. And uh," Cass hesitated, still embarrassed, "Sorry about uh, this. I'm not sure what came over me." Emma looked up and brushed her now messy hair out her face "Relax, I enjoyed it." She said with a wrinkled nose and a smile, allowing Cass to relax a little. Emma stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Cass' neck in a hug and planting a light kiss on her lips. "I realize this is kind of out of order," she whispered, "but how about you buy me a drink." \*\*\*\*\* Five minutes later the pair was perched together on barstools enjoying fruity mixed drinks courtesy of Cass of course. Having casually strode out of their makeshift love nest that was a bathroom stall while avoiding eye contact with all the impromptu audience members to their lust, none could have guessed Cass had only finished fucking Emma only minutes prior. The girls giggled and chatted between sips, which was fairly abnormal for Cass. Casual hookups were usually satisfied after sex, after a session of coitus it was abnormal for them to stick around terribly long. Cass didn't mind the quick goodbyes as the feeling was mutual; she herself was only after a cute girl and a pussy to release into. Tonight however, Cass couldn't help but feel drawn to Emma. She felt drawn to her laugh, the way she spoke and enjoyed gazing into the sharp features of her face. On a normal night she would have rejoined her coven of futanari, But then again on a normal night the prim and proper queen of The Divide didn't fuck someone who's name she didn't even know in a bathroom stall. The night seemed to speed past as the women enjoyed the night together, discussing anything from music, pop culture and current events. Emma was a new arrival to the city, having moved from Ohio to enroll in the local university. The move from all she had ever known to a new town and a new life as a student had made her feel so alone and empty. She donned the yellow armband realizing she'd like to start her own family as an attempt to fill the void. While many women waited until they had a partner or wife to don the armband and become pregnant, the nursery system made it simple for single women to start families, with housing and child care covered by the nursery new mothers could easily return to work or full time school if they so choose. "I can't believe it actually happened, I'm going to have a *child*." Emma marveled at her belly, resting a hand on the place her child would soon be forming. Cass smiled, "You decided on a name?" "Oh yes a while ago, she will be *Sandy*." "*Sandy*?" Cass ruffled her nose. "You sure?" She asked in obvious disagreement with the choice. Giving a sarcastic glare Emma jabbed, "Yup! And you've done your part already, so unfortunately for you, the time to barter on a name was before you fucked me into the wall!" Cass couldn't help but enjoy the girl's spirit. "Alright alright." She chuckled, "Sandy it is." Emma giggled while she took another drink of her fruity cocktail, "I mean come on, I only put this thing on last week." She gripped the yellow band still hugging her upper arm. "All my friends told me to be patient; it was supposed to take months not days!" Cass blushed while she smiled. Emma was gorgeous, her long brown hair shined when struck by light and her smile drew attention to her like a spotlight. "I'm actually more surprised it took that long, do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?" Emma's face reddened and smiled, she gave Cass' knee a rub, "Oh hush, you don't need to butter me up. I already know you can just sweep me off my feet whenever you like." She poked a finger to Cass' chest, "Which by the by, was shocking to say the least. I read about that futa touch thing by holy crap." Cass rolled her eyes slightly at Emma's attempt to dodge the compliment, "Yeah, sorry about that. Not sure what came over me." "Well I know what came over me, or actually came in me." Emma said with a laugh and a sultry grin. The memories of their rut bought an embarrassed laugh to Cass. "Well what did you expect coming to The Divide..." Cass mumbled. "I *thought* it was a nice place to relax and burn off some stress. Had no idea I was about to get fucked like an undergrad!" Both girls laughed. Recomposing herself, Cass gestured to the room, "Look around you, how many people do you see *not* wearing an armband?" Surveying the crowd Emma began to mumble, "Let's see...One....two...three-" "She's a futanari, doesn't count." Interrupted Cass. "Whoa! In tight shorts like that? Where's she put her... well you know...her *thing*?" "Let's just say she's a grower not a shower" The two erupted in laughter at the bar. "Oh right!" Cass composed herself, "Before I forget, this is for you." Digging around in her purse, Cass retrieved a black referral card and handed it to Emma. "Hmm? What's this?" Emma eyed the card quizzically. "You're referral card for Ark Nursery, it's for a nice neighborhood." "Oh, duh." Emma gave a goofy grin, "forgot about that bit. I wasn't really prepared for all *this*." Emma gestured a hand towards her stomach, extending an arm towards Cass' crotch. "I just moved into my new place too..." "Well you don't have to take it if you don't want to. But it's a really nice place." "Can I see it?" \*\*\*\*\*\* Thirty minutes later the pair struggled out of the club and fell into a taxi, drinks still in hand. Significantly intoxicated, Cass slurred a command for their chariot to take them away. The cabbie ignored her drunken passengers, as it was the status quo for drunken idiots to leave The Divide, and even more normal for said idiots to be returning to Ark Nursery. Safety in transit, Cass and Emma laughed and caroused in the back seat to jokes that made the driver blush. Passing under the large archway that bore the name of Ark Nursery Cass realized she had forgotten where the neighborhood she had placed Emma actually was. Several laps around the same little section of the nursery campus left Emma in uncontrollable giggles and the cabbie out of patience, eventually just kicking the hapless women out of the cab. Cass handed cash through the driver's window, which the cabbie snatched before speeding away in obvious irritation. The two of them continued on their quest to find Emma's new home. Laughing and giggling the girls held onto one another for support, which seemed to be doing more harm than good. Every block one would stumble, nearly taking the other down with them. It was late, nearly midnight so the sidewalks were abandoned except for the two questing lasses who didn't seem to notice they had been walking in circles around the same apartment building for twenty minutes. The pair began to slightly sober up as a security officer approached the pair, kindly offering assistance. Explaining to the officer that she was looking for the Ridgewood building, the blonde officer smiled and escorted the pair to their destination, which happened to be the building they had been making rounds on. Emma leaned against the railing of the elevator for support, "She was a cutie, I love me a gal in uniform." She gave a grin that seemed to take over her face, "Think I got a shot?" "You better hurry, you're gonna get *big*" Cass jabbed. Emma gasped and gave a playful punch. The doors opened with a ring to reveal a long hallway hosting clean blue carpets and a host of apartments. The pair strode down the hall, stopping in front of what Cass was fairly certain was Emma's new home. Giving a nod, Emma slid her referral in the electronic lock and opened the door. It was a nice place; it had a nice kitchen space with a large living room. A balcony overlooked a massive green space outside the building which hosted a playground. Several large bedrooms flanked a short hallway and a bathroom was home to a large tub and walk in shower. The home was nothing compared to what The Guardian Angel had to offer, but it was a *home*. While Cass was unimpressed, Emma's eyes were wide in shock. "This is like, twice the size of my apartment. Do I keep the furniture?" She glanced to the trendy couches and massive TV which resided in the living room space. "Oh yeah, in the morning just let the manager downstairs know what you want to keep, she'll take out anything you don't want." Cass grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured some water. She had been feeling herself sober up and she was of sound mind enough to try to prevent a hang-over. Downing the glass she looked towards a serious Emma, playing with the hem of her skirt. "What's the rent?" Emma asked, seemingly certain it was out of her price range. "No rent, at least for the first five years." Cass wasn't paying much attention to anything other than her drink. Giving a yelp that startled Cass, Emma bounced towards Cass and gripped the futanari in a tight hug and planted a kiss on moistened lips. Shaken by the sudden feeling of Emma's mouth on hers coupled with breasts pressed tightly against her body brought memories to Cass from only hours before. Emma suddenly tensed, and sensing Cass' arousal from where their bare skin touched plunged her tongue in-between Cass' lips in a passionate kiss. Cass could feel her arousal press against the fabric of her panties beneath her dress. As she grew firm, Emma's embrace grew in intensity, clearly influenced by the erotic effects of the futanari touch. Pulling back from the kiss Emma gave a smile "I'm kind of picky about my bed ya know, mind if I test it?" She softly said with heavy breathing. "I'm picky myself; maybe we should test it together?" Cass replied with a smile that was met by Emma's own bright grin. The two scampered down the hall, giggling and tearing off clothing like a couple of giddy teenagers. While this horny-teenager like behavior was normal for Emma, whom actually *was* a horny teenager, for the first time in a long while Cass actually felt like she was young again. Something about Emma made her feel like when she first entered the mating scene years ago, when it was a new and innocent kind of sexy. It reminded her of a time when sex was on her mind constantly as a hot blooded youth, rather than the present day where copulation was more often than not an itch that needed scratching. The pair fell into bed tangled with one another, giving smiles and giggles between kisses. Emma's newly revealed body only spurned on Cass' feelings of newfound youth, as the slender girl had just blossomed into a woman with her flowing curves and small, soft breasts. Emma on her back, Cass rolled atop her with her hips forcing the young pair of legs open. With one hand on her partner's hips and the other on her cock, Emma pulled her lover's shaft towards her slick opening. Cass' cock entered the warm cunt for the second time of the night with little resistance; a feeling of warm pleasure enveloped her cock as it pressed into Emma to its base. "Ah yessss" Emma gasped as she was penetrated. Locking eyes with the woman atop and inside her, she pulled Cass in close to her lips. As Emma took Cass into her mouth, the hips between her legs began to rock, slowly pistoning the thick member in and out of her cunt. With each inch the futanari cock slipped along her sensitive insides, a light moan would escape from the young lovers. With each "ah" that slipped from Emma's mouth, the passion inside Cass grew, along with the stiffness of her cock. Cass could feel the heaving of Emma's breasts against her own as the girl's breathing grew thick. Tossing her legs upwards, Emma locked her feet around Cass' waist and arched her hips up, a clear effort to take in as much of the pleasure-inducing shaft as possible. Taking the hint, Cass increased pace of her thrusts into the moaning angel. Wet slaps echoed with each pump of hips, the moistness of Emma's arousal evident with each thrust. Breaking the kiss Cass moved towards Emma's neck, planting kisses and loving bites as she worked her way down. Mouth now free, Emma shouted loud "Ah, Ah Ah," moans with each smack of flesh connecting together. The warmth and tightness of her cunt enveloped Cass, a pleasure rocked through her body so strong she clenched her teeth on Emma's neck. She could feel Emma's hands tightly gripping her back, her nails digging into soft skin each time she was filled. Suddenly Cass jumped off her lover, her cock slipping out of the practically gushing pussy and an "oh" uttered by Emma. In a frenzy, Cass gripped Emma's hips and flipped her over onto her stomach, an cutesy "eep!" escaping her lips as she spun around. Prone on her stomach, Emma could feel Cass grip her hips, so they were arched slightly off the bed. Cass pressed her body atop her, and returned her cock inside Emma's cunt. Completely trapped under the futanari, Emma was at the mercy of Cass who resumed her aggressive thrusting. "Ah, Ohmigod, Ah, ah, Fuck, Ah!" was all Emma could grunt as her pussy was pounded from behind. The choir of flesh connecting once again filled the room, a *SMACK* each time Cass' hips connected with Emma's supple ass. The frantic pace coupled with the tightness of Emma's young pussy forced Cass closer and closer to the edge. With a final thrust Cass pressed her cock to Emma's deepest parts and gave a loud grunting shout of orgasm. Her hips shook as she released her seed into her lover, who shivered underneath the futanari in her own climax. With each gasp Cass filled Emma with more of her cum, Emma's body shaking in pleasure each time more was released inside her. In a final gasp Cass released what felt like was the last drop of cum she had into Emma's womb. Cock still sensitive, she slowly pulled her shaft out of her lover. As the head of her cock slipped free from the ravaged pussy a stream of cum and love juices followed and dripped out of the bred hole. Exhausted, Cass flopped down on the bed next to Emma, who herself was face down in bed still in the highs of orgasm. Turned her head to face Cass, Emma gave a tired smile towards Cass, who could only return the grin. Cass gave Emma a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room. In a daze herself, Cass walked past the clothing littering the hallway and entered the bathroom, starting a shower for herself. Despite being exhausted, she couldn't stand going to bed with makeup on and her hair coated in sex sweat. Besides, Emma hadn't recovered as nearly as fast form the futanari cum-induced orgasm as their first time at The Divide, Cass thought the booze might have had something to do with it. The warm cleansing water of the shower centered Cass, her mind sharpened as the sweat and sexual fluids were washed clean from her body. She loved her post-sex showers; it was like she was returning from a hunt, her prey lay defeated in her bed while she cleaned her weapon. As for her weapon, Cass was impressed with her own performance, she hadn't cum that much twice in a night since before she hit her 40's, and that was with a generous amount of liquor in her system. Shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower she began to dry herself. Donning the towel as a makeshift yoga Cass began to brush her hair with a hairbrush retrieved from a nearby drawer. Peering to her reflection she pondered the future. Perhaps she should have put Emma in The Guardian Angel, to keep her close for if and when she wanted another child. But would Emma still make her feel young after having mothered a child? Cass wrinkled her nose at how petty she was treating the future of someone she had just met, scolding herself while she brushed her hair which was now straight and darkened from her shower. Upon seeing the woman in the mirror wrinkle her nose, a sudden feeling of unease grew in her gut. Slowing her brushing to a stop, Cass wrinkled her nose once more, giving a deep look to her reflection. Returing through the hall of abandoned clothing, she peered in to the bedroom to find Emma, whom had managed to crawl under the covers of the large queen sized bed and was dozing off. "Hey Emma, you awake still?" Cass asked. Emma returned the question with a muffled "mmhmm." "You said you came to this town for university right? Did you come straight from high school?" "Yeah" Emma's muffled reply came seemingly inside a pillow. "So you're like eighteen? Nineteen?" Cass asked "Nineteen, started school a tad late" Another muffled reply. "You moved all the way from Ohio huh? Where abouts?" Emma rolled over to face Cass, slowly waking up. "Well I came from Dayton, but I grew up mostly outside Columbus." The uneasy feeling in Cass' chest tightened its knot. "Emma, why do you like the name Sandy?" Cass knew the answer before Emma mumbled and rolled over, "It was my sires name, I've always liked it." Pieces aligned, it made sense why Emma made Cass feel so young. It wasn't her youth, which should have been clear from the start as Cass routinely bedded girls Emma's age. Rather, it was Emma herself and how much she reminded Cass of herself when she was young. Emma reminded her of a time when she studied for her undergraduate courses in the back of an old book shop. She reminded her of a time when she would romp with a young classmate in a small dorm room bunk bed. She reminded her of a time when she could satisfy countless partners in a day, with a young fervor that felt forever unsated. And most of all, Emma reminded her of a time when Cassandra, that is Cass' full name, went by the name of *Sandy*. Emma was Cass' daughter. \*\*\*\*\*\* "Does that make Emma a motherfucker?" Jackie laughed hysterically, "Or I guess *You* were the one who made her a motherfucker!" Cass could only hold her head in her hands as the table laughed. "I didn't know she was *my* kid, I mean what are the chances?" "I think you're missing the most important part here." Mari had a mischievous smile, "I don't think you were so attracted to Emma because she was your daughter, but rather because she reminded you of yourself so much." "Does that make me a narcissist?" Cass asked while taking a drink from her beer bottle with a demeanor that was trying and failing to not look ashamed. "Perhaps" Mari replied, "But it does give new meaning for you to the phrase, *go fuck yourself,* seeing as how you've actually tried." I couldn't help but join in the laughter at Cass' expense. I couldn't help but imagine myself in a similar situation. I had never met my own sire, so I tried to think of my own mother but as a futanari. The thought was less than arousing. Looking down to my notes jotted from Cass' story I made mental notes on a future draft as the card game continued in front of me. \*\*\*\*\* *Author's note: I feel that I will likely get negative feedback regarding the section I put this chapter in, and I would like to explain why I didn't place it in the incest/taboo section. First, I do not feel the relationship between Emma and Cass fits into the traditional tabbo/incest placeholder. There wasn't really a taboo throughout the encounter between the characters as up until the final moments neither had any idea of their relation. Additonally, the main reason Cass was attracted to Emma was not the taboo of her being her own daughter, but rather that Emma reminded Cass of herself (which was partially due to their relation). And second, I didn't want to spoil it. Thank you for reading; I love feedback both good and bad! I am a new writer to erotic literature so I love any suggestions or comments!*

Tags: Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation Text: The Underworld, the Land of the Dead, the Nether Region, the Infernal Region and the House of Hades are just a few of the names given to the realm under the surface of our Earth. It's the place where the souls of the recently departed go. Divided into three regions, the first was for the common folk, the second for all the evildoers and the last was the resting place for the most exceptional of mortals, The Elysian Fields. However, we're getting ahead of ourselves, because before being allowed to be judged, a persons soul has to journey to The Land of the Dead. You see, when a person dies, that person's soul (or shade) is lead to the Underworld and the only way to cross the river Styx is to engage the services of Charon, the ferryman of the dead. Charon didn't work for free; he required a single coin as payment. If a would-be passenger could not pay Charon's fee, that shade was doomed to wander in limbo at the shores edge for a hundred years before eventually being allowed passage. Worse still, even after they'd paid and boarded the boat, the shades had to do most of the work, forced to do all the rowing, whilst the ferryman merely steered. After crossing the river Styx and passing through the Underworld's gates, a shade had to pass Cerberus, the three headed watchdog of Hades. But, more goes on in The Underworld than you realise, as you will soon see. In Hades' personal chamber, the underworld god had summoned an audience with his seductresses. Slender, fair skinned, long dark-brown hair styled into an up-do ponytail, purple eyes that go with her purple sleeveless dress and satin lavender shawl. Megara is a beautifully, sassy, quick-witted girl, but one who has a very low opinion of men, and rightly so. In order to save her beloved boyfriend, Megara made a bargain with Hades, selling her soul to save his. But afterwards, she was cruelly dumped for some other girl, breaking her heart and shattering her trust. Now she's bound to Hades' whim, using her persuasive sexuality to gain new followers to his army, often unwillingly. Hades was hunched over a circular strategist table, complete with wooden carvings that represent creatures and monsters in his army. There's a Cyclops, a Troll or two, as well as a fierce looking Hydra. But just then, he's joined by his seductress. "Aaaah, if it isn't my dear sweet-nut-Meg." The underworld god smirked. "Ugh, you know I hate it when you call me that." Meg groaned, rolling her eyes at his pettiness. "That's exactly why I do call you that, nut-Meg." He teased. "Ugh! Men!" She cursed, turning her back on him in disgust. "But, I digress, you see, I have another job for you, my bewitching temptress." Hades explained, putting his arm around her shoulder and leading her towards his strategy table. "Oh, wonderful. What drooling, perverted, ogre have you picked out for me this time?" She cynically droned. "Glad you ask. Well, he is a warlock. Oh hey, I have an idea, maybe this time you could let out your pleasant charm, after all it would be a nice change to your usual dry personality. Hint-hint, wink-wink." He suggested, forcing a false smile by raising her cheeks with his fingers. Waving his childish antics away, she walked out of his reach. "My charm is not something to be tossed around. Otherwise people wouldn't appreciate it." She said. "Well, people sure as hell aren't appreciating your sarcastic comments. We really could have done with that Maintain Giant" He fumed, the flames on his head growing bigger. "Listen blue-boy, he made me an offer I had to refuse and anyway, I don't need you harping on about my personality." She said, further winding to dark god up. "Meg, Meg, Meg, my sweet deluded little minion. Aren't we forgetting one teensy-weensy, but ever so crucial little, tiny detail?" He asked, before exploding into flames. "I own you!" He shouted. But just as quickly he's calmed back down. "I could always give you some other, more gruelling task. I'm sure Pain and Panic would not let a pretty little thing such as you go to waste, although between you and me, those guys are into some freaky stuff." Hades explained, painting an unpleasant picture in her mind. "Ugh, just give me the damn assignment already." She bleated. "Better. So, this mission, it's just your standard procedure. Seduce, convince him to join my army, and seduce more if he does not comply. Ok? Oh, there is just one more thing. He's something of a hermit, an eccentric loner." He warned. "I'm shocked. It actually sounds like you're concerned for my safety." She replied, although if truth be told, he didn't. "No my little puddin' pop, I just don't want to interview potential replacements." He said bluntly. "Riiight, thought not. Anyway, don't worry your little blue flaming head. Everything will be fine. After all, when have I ever disappointed?" She strutted, swaying her hips convincingly. "I'm glad you think so. However, as lovely as you are I feel this maybe beyond your natural skills. So, with your permission...oh who am I kidding, I'm doing it weather you like it or not." He said, flexing and clicking his fingers as if readying to summon something, unnatural. "What's that exactly?" Megara quizzically asked. "Shnookums, to make you more desirable of course." Hades said as he grinned a sinister grin. "Hmm, I don't know if I like the sound of that." She thought, taking a tentative step backwards. "Well, I don't really know how to sugar-coat this, so I'll just come out and say it. It would seem that this warlock chap has a thing for, hourglass figures." He vaguely explained Meg doesn't reply, but instead shoots the underworld god a perplexing glance. "Oh come now, don't look at me like that, you know the sort I mean. Big breasts and huge hips, you know, more cushion for the pushin' if you catch my drift." Hades explained. "Ooookey. Well thanks, but I think I'll pass." She declined, waving him away. "No, no, no, you don't get it. You see, it's not a suggestion, it's an instruction. One that's about to start, now." With a sinister grin and piercing gaze the omnipotent Hades clicks his fingers, calling on his powers like the whim of a god. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take long before the effects of the augmentation begin. Meg turned her head to look behind, her eyes widening in shock. Her butt has started to swell, filling her dress and pulling it tight across each cheek. Instinctively, she reaches round with both hands to grab a hold of her swelling rump, which has already become a healthy size. "Oh you're kidding me." She grimaced, feeling her hands becoming increasingly dwarfed by her swelling behind. "Why do you have to be so glum about everything? But by the by, it looks like that dress of yours won't last much longer... shame really, looks good on you." He chuckled, enjoying Meg's discomforting predicament. To Meg's credit, she's remaining very calm. Defiantly strong, it's as if she doesn't want Hades to see her breaking down into tears or hysterics. "Is that a complement or an insult? I can never tell with you." She jibed, which displeased the Infernal God. But their conversation, as well as Meg's hip growth is suddenly, but exponentially interrupted by a different expansion. Her hourglass figure is beginning to take shape when her breasts decide to join in on the action, quickly filling the top half of her dress. With one hand on her butt cheek and the other clasping her ballooning boobs, she can't help but feel powerless as she watches her body take on a new fuller figure. "Ugh, it's getting tight." She whimpered under her breath. Meg's pretty dress is struggling to allow the excessive growth inside the confines of its fabric. The lower hemline of her straining frock is slowly being lifted higher and higher as her dress struggles to cover her enlarged, curvier behind. Still, the lower half of the dress is at least fairing better than the upper half. Putting up a valiant fight at best, her bust has for a word 'exploded' from her dress. Although the bodice straps haven't snapped, they're very much digging into her shoulders and she's sure she can hear them tearing. She's sporting an enormous amount of cleavage, certainly enough to envelop a hand or two. Meg's just grateful that her nipples are still covered, although for exactly how long is another matter entirely. By now she's looking very disproportional. Her slender, stick thin waistline, her long curvy legs and her sumptuously delicate arms are completely untouched by Hades' godlike powers. But on the other hand, her butt and boobs are blowing out of her dress, quite literally. Her balance has been greatly altered, with her huge rump and ballooning breasts acting as perfect counterweights. The slightest altercation could very well tip her over. Of course, falling backwards wouldn't be so bad with her massive butt cushioning the impact, acting as a kind of beanbag. Falling forward on the other hand could present a more embarrassing situation, the thought of planting her face in her swollen bosom was just mortifying, and she'd never be able to live that down. In one final act of defiance, she places both her hands on her mammoth sized rump in an effort to halt the growing, or even push it back in. She only just realises how big it's become when she struggles to reach around her globular butt cheeks and even with her arms outstretched she's having difficulties. The sound of tearing fabric is her cue to push back against this unseen force that's swelling her behind to record sizes. However, as hard as she pushes, it's inevitably in vain and she only succeeds in embarrassing herself further when she feels her fingers and hands sinking into her expanding rump. The audible straining of her purple frock have been building to a climax, completing its swelling symphony to the sound of a dozen rips, as her big butt burst free from her dress. All of the rips have been vertical, seemingly following the hemline down to the bottom of her dress. In fact, all that's left of her pretty purple frock is shreds, hopelessly clinging to her accentuated curves, although if truth be told, doing very little in the way of clothing her. She's just thankful that today she's wearing undies, because if she wasn't her private parts would most certainly be on display. Although still wearing her dress, or rather, what's left of it, her underwear can just about be seen between the dangling strands of her loose frock. Today she's wearing her white knickers, the one with the Mickey Mouse logo on the back. But, the poor thing has given up the ghost, practically being reduced to a thong. Well, ever that or their giving Meg one almighty wedgie. "Aaah, I think that's satisfactory." Hades said, looking her over like a prized animal. "Now, you know what to do right? Good. So, what are you waiting for, go and seduce." He ordered. Megara just sighs in defeat, knowing full well that arguing will get her nowhere. "I'll get right on it boss." She said. Strutting away, Meg waves over her shoulder, not even looking back to glance at her infernal master. She's ready to depart for her trip and just wants to get it over and done with. After all, seducing a warlock couldn't be all that bad could it? Sure this one sounds a bit 'peculiar' and he may know dangerous magic, but she was wily, and had feminine charms on her side, not to mention Hades' over the top augmentation. What could possibly go wrong?

Title: Jonas 2 - Akzeptanz by Fenris_Lonewolf Tags: Cuddling, Feline, German Language, Human, Kissing, M/F, Oral Am nächsten Morgen wurde Jonas sanft durch das Schnurren seiner Partnerin geweckt, die sich immer noch fest an ihn gekuschelt hatte und ihn mit verliebten Augen ansah. Jonas küsste sie auf die Stirn, legte seinen Arm um ihre schlanke Taille und streichelte sie sanft. Katie schnurrte noch etwas lauter und gab ihm nun ihrerseits einen kurzen Kuss. „Das war ein toller Abend", flüsterte Jonas, während er sie weiter streichelte. „Ja, es war wundervoll." Jonas setzte sich auf und seufzte leicht. „Wenn ich nur nicht nach hause müsste. Eigentlich will ich gar nicht gehen!" „Aber du musst gehen, Jonas. Wussten deine Eltern denn überhaupt, dass du über Nacht wegbleiben könntest?" Er schüttelte den Kopf, an seine Eltern hatte er gar nicht mehr gedacht. Was würden sie denn sagen wenn sie merken würden, dass er mit einer Katze zusammen ist? Sie würden ihn für verrückt erklären, denn von anderen Rassen wollten sie ohnehin nichts wissen. Katie, die bemerkt hatte, dass Jonas total in Gedanken versunken war, streichelte ihm über die Schulter und lehnte ihren Kopf daran an. „Was ist denn los?" Jonas schüttelte den Kopf. „Ach, nichts wichtiges." Katie schaute ihn ernst an, sie glaubte ihm nicht. „Jetzt sag schon! Ich merke doch, dass dich etwas bedrückt!" Er zögerte etwas, war sich nicht sicher wie sie reagieren würde, erzählte dann aber von seinem Problem. „Ich weiß einfach nicht, ob meine Eltern dich akzeptieren werden. Sie wollen bestimmt nicht, dass ich mit einer Furrydame zusammen bin." Katie seufzte kaum merklich und ließ sich nach hinten aufs Bett fallen. Nachdenklich starrte sie an die Decke und überlegte kurz, was sie ihm darauf erwidern könnte. „Ist es denn wirklich so wichtig, was wir sind? Mensch oder Furry...das ist doch egal." Sie krabbelte hinter ihn, legte ihre Arme um seinen Oberkörper und legte ihren Kopf an seinen Nacken. „Ist die Liebe nicht das Wichtigste? Ich weiß, nach einer Nacht kann man wohl noch nicht von Liebe reden...aber ich habe mich in dich verliebt, Jonas." Jonas seufzte erleichtert auf, drehte sich zu ihr um und nahm ihre Hand. „Mir geht's doch genau so. Ich habe mich auch in dich verliebt und das steht über allem, was auch kommen mag." Daraufhin umarmte sie ihn und ließ sich mit ihm nach hinten fallen, sodass er auf ihr lag. Mit einem verliebten Lächeln schaute sie ihn an und küsste ihn voller Leidenschaft. So blieben die Beiden erstmal liegen und kuschelten noch eine Weile. Etwa zwei Stunden später mussten sich die beiden Verliebten erst einmal wieder trennen, denn Jonas musste wieder heim fahren. Seine Eltern würden auch so schon einen riesigen Aufstand machen, weil er ihnen nicht Bescheid gesagt hatte. Aber das interessierte ihn im Moment eigentlich weniger. Die gesamte Rückfahrt überlegte er, wie es mit ihm und Katie weitergehen würde. Er war total verknallt in sie und konnte sich nicht vorstellen, ohne sie weiter zu leben. „Wie kitschig", dachte Jonas sich. Aber es stimmte, er war total in dieses orangefarbene Katzenmädel verschossen. Als er zu hause ankam, hatte er immer noch dieses Gefühl der Ungewissheit im Bauch, entschied sich aber erstmal dafür, seinen Eltern nicht zu viel zu verraten. Nach einiger Ãberlegung drückte Jonas auf die Türklingel und machte sich auf das Schlimmste gefasst. Nach ein paar Sekunden machte seine Mutter die Tür auf und sah ihn schon wieder mit diesem vorwurfsvollen Blick an. „Wo warst du so lang? Nur weil wir gestern nicht hier waren heißt das nicht, dass du uns nichts mehr erzählen musst!" Jonas schaute sie nur genervt an und sagte kein Wort. „Hat es dir etwa die Sprache verschlagen? Warte nur, bis dein Vater heim kommt!" Jonas stapfte an seiner Mutter vorbei und ging ohne Umwege in sein Zimmer, fest entschlossen keinem Wort seiner Mutter zu lauschen, die immer noch im Wohnungsflur stand und unverständliches Zeug plapperte. Genervt warf er die Tür ins Schloss und drehte seine Stereo-Anlage auf die höchste Stufe. Bis zum Abendessen würde er Ruhe haben, dann würde sein Vater von der Arbeit kommen, erschöpft und genervt wie jedes Mal... Währenddessen lag Katie auf ihrem Bett und erinnerte sich an die vergangene Nacht. Dieses wohlige Gefühl, nicht allein zu sein...Die Nacht nicht allein verbringen zu müssen war ein schönes Gefühl gewesen. Was würde wohl aus Jonas und ihr werden? Am meisten sorgte sie sich um Jonas und seine Beziehung zu seinen Eltern. War sie wirklich so egoistisch, dass sie das Verhältnis zwischen Jonas und seiner Familie riskieren würde? Außerdem war die Beziehung zwischen Menschen und Furrys zwar nicht verboten, war aber auch nicht so gern gesehen. Die Beiden würde immer mit Problemen leben müssen und wer weiß, ob man sie jemals als Paar akzeptieren würde... Katie war ratlos, denn in diesem Moment schienen sich ihrer Liebe so viele Dinge entgegen zu stellen dass sie nicht wusste was sie tun sollte. Traurig schaute sie auf ihr Handy und musste feststellen, dass sie keine Nachricht hatte. „Jonas wollte sich doch gleich melden, wenn er zu hause ankommt." In diesem Moment machten sich in ihr schon die ersten Zweifel breit. Meinte Jonas es überhaupt ernst mit ihr? Vielleicht hatte er sie ja auch bloß ausgenutzt... So hübsch wie er ihrer Meinung nach war, konnte er bestimmt jede Frau haben. Aber all die Zweifel brachten ihr nichts, denn sie konnte ja nichts davon beweisen oder so. Katie beschloss, sich Rat von ihrer Mutter zu holen. Sie hatte immer gewusst, was das Beste für sie gewesen war. Ihre Mutter war auch die Einzige die ihr nie davon abgeraten hatte, einen Menschen als Partner zu suchen. Beim ersten mal als Katie eine Bemerkung in diese Richtung gemacht hatte, hatte ihre Mutter ein kritisches Gespräch mit ihr geführt und ihr klar gemacht dass es nicht einfach werden würde, so einen Menschen zu finden und dass es noch schwerer werden würde, ihn auch zu behalten. Damals hatte Katie ihr natürlich nicht geglaubt, wie es für Teenager eben normal ist. Nervös tippte sie die Nummer ihrer Mutter ins Handy und hoffte wirklich, dass sie abnehmen würde. Im nächsten Moment hörte sie die Stimme ihrer Mutter und atmete erleichtert auf. „Hey Mama! Bist du zu hause? Kann ich vorbeikommen?" Als das Gespräch zu ende war, ließ Katie alles stehen und liegen und machte sich auf den Weg zu ihrer Mutter, die am anderen Ende der Stadt lebte. Sie würde mit Sicherheit ein paar Stunden weg sein, denn ihre Mutter ließ so schnell niemanden aus ihrer Wohnung, ohne ein stundenlanges Gespräch geführt zu haben. Sie erhoffte sich sehnlichst eine Lösung für dieses Problem, war sich aber nicht sicher, ob ihre Mutter ihr helfen könnte. Langsam wurde es Abend und Jonas wartete nur darauf, dass sein Vater heim kam und ihm eine Standpauke halten würde. Und kurz darauf war es auch schon soweit, die Schlüssel klapperten und die Stimme seines Vaters ertönte. „Ich bin zu hause!" „Wie toll", dachte Jonas."Darauf haben wir ja auch bestimmt gewartet..." Er hörte nur noch, wie seine Mutter und sein Vater sich über irgendwas unterhielten und hörte nur ein „er ist in seinem Zimmer" heraus. Jonas wunderte sich erst, als sich die Zimmertür nicht öffnete. Das war ein Zeichen, das er nicht deuten konnte. Er ging davon aus, dass sein Vater verdammt wütend war. Doch vorher war er immer in sein Zimmer geplatzt wenn er wütend war und hatte irgendwelchen Mist erzählt. Heute war es merkwürdig, doch Jonas verwarf diesen Gedanken, denn seine Mutter rief zum Abendessen. Fünf Minuten später saß die gesamte Familie, bestehend aus Jonas, seiner Mutter, seinem Vater und der nervigen kleinen Schwester, am Tisch und aß zu Abend. Dann ergriff, nach wenigen Minuten, sein Vater das Wort. „Wo bist du denn die vergangene Nacht gewesen?" Jonas kannte diesen Tonfall schon länger. Obwohl es so klang, als ob er es nur so nebenbei gefragt hatte, war diese Frage todernst und konnte Jonas in große Schwierigkeiten bringen. „Ich hab ein Mädchen getroffen, Vater. Tut mir Leid dass ich euch nichts gesagt habe" Alle Anwesenden machten große Augen, beruhigten sich dann aber schnell wieder. „Naja, Junge. In Ordnung war das nicht. Aber wenn man es mal aus deinem Blickwinkel sieht, war das ja auch ein guter Grund. Was war das denn für ein Mädchen?" „Ist sie hübsch?" ertönte es vom Platz seiner kleinen Schwester. Jonas nickte nur bestätigend und grinste dabei ein wenig. Dann war seine Mutter, die auf die offene Frage seines Vaters keine Rücksicht nahm, mit Fragen an der Reihe. „Wann lernen wir sie kennen?" Nun war der entscheidende Moment gekommen, den Jonas schon kommen gesehen hatte. Er senkte seinen Blick und sein Gesicht nahm traurige Züge an. „Nun, ich glaube nicht dass ihr sie kennen lernen wollt." Als ihm seine Familie fragende Blicke entgegen warfen ergänzte er: „"Sie ist ein Furry." Mit einem Schlag herrschte Stille im Raum. Keiner der Anwesenden wusste, was er sagen sollte. Selbst sein Vater, der sonst auf jeden Satz eine Antwort wusste, fand im Moment keine Worte. Jonas fühlte sich wie in einen Traum versetzt. Alle saßen nur da und starrten ihn an, sagten kein Wort. Doch so langsam kamen alle wieder zu sich und sein Vater erhob die Stimme. „Du wirst dieses 'Furrymädchen' nicht mehr treffen. Such dir eine menschliche Freundin!" Jonas schüttelte den Kopf, denn genau DAS hatte er erwartet. Seine Mutter stand natürlich 100%ig hinter seinem Vater. „Du weißt doch gar nicht was du machst, Junge." natürlich war es mit diesen beiden Bemerkungen nicht vorbei gewesen. So langsam kamen ihm immer neue Sätze und Behauptungen entgegen geflogen. „So etwas ist doch nicht gut für dich!" „Stehst du etwa auf Tiere? Was anderes sind die doch nicht!" „Die haben bestimmt irgendwelche Krankheiten!" „Bist du krank oder pervers?" Die Stimmen seiner Familie, die ihn eigentlich unterstützen sollte, hagelten auf ihn ein und trieben ihm die Tränen in die Augen. Es war doch um einiges schwerer das durch zu halten, als er gedacht hatte. Als die Stimmen verstummt waren saß Jonas nur noch mit gesenktem Kopf am Esstisch und starrte auf die weiße Fläche vor sich. Seine Familie war verstummt, weil Jonas eine Sekunde zuvor den Teller samt Mahlzeit gegen die wand geschleudert hatte und der Teller mit einem lauten Klirren zu Bruch gegangen war. „Ihr könnt sagen was ihr wollt. Ich bin volljährig und ihr könnt mir nicht vorschreiben, mit wem ich mich treffe oder mit wem ich zusammen sein will!" Diese Worte gaben ihm Kraft. „Natürlich können wir dir nichts vorschreiben, Junge. Aber immerhin wohnst du noch unter unserem Dach. Unsere Vorschriften wirst du beachten, oder du gehst!" Sein Vater war ziemlich wütend geworden, als Jonas sich gegen die Bemerkungen seiner Familie gewehrt hatte. Jonas erhob sich von seinem Stuhl und sah seinem Vater eindringlich ins Gesicht. „Dann muss ich gehen." Ganz ruhig und ohne ein weiteres Wort zu sagen ging er in sein Zimmer und packte alles zusammen, dass ihm einfiel. Da er nichts weiter hörte vermutete er, dass seine Familie immer noch sprachlos war und nichts zu erwidern wusste. Ohne ein weiteres Wort zu sagen, ging er durch die Wohnungstür nach draußen und gerade als er die Tür schließen wollte, ertönte wieder die Stimme seines Vaters. „Ãberlege es dir gut, Junge. Wenn du jetzt gehst, brauchst du nicht zurück zu kommen!" Jonas schlug die Tür zu so fest er konnte, ohne seinem Vater zu zuhören. Sein nächster Gedanke war Katie. Er musste zuerst zu ihr gehen... „Oh, jetzt ist es aber schon ganz schön spät!" Katie verließ gerade das Wohnhaus ihrer Mutter durch die große, stabile Haustür und wurde von der Stille der Nacht empfangen. „Jetzt aber schnell nach hause!" Zum Glück waren es nur fünf Minuten bis zur nächsten Haltestelle und es dauerte nochmal etwa fünf Minuten bis sie von dort aus weiter konnte, sodass sie nicht allzu lange auf die Straßenbahn warten musste. Auf der Rückfahrt dachte sie immer wieder an das lange Gespräch mit ihrer Mutter und an den einen Satz, der ihr am deutlichsten im Kopf geblieben war. „Wenn du ihn so sehr liebst, dann vertraue ihm ein wenig. Er kommt sicher wieder zu dir, daran glaube ich." Katie hatte aus diesem einen Satz viel Energie geschöpft und ging nun weitaus optimistischer an die Sache heran. Den Rest ihrer heimfahrt verbrachte sie nur damit, an Jonas zu denken und nach etwa zehn Minuten verließ sie die Bahn an der Haltestelle, die ihrer Wohnung am nächsten war. Gemütlich schlenderte Katie den Fußweg entlang und schaute immer wieder nach oben in den klaren Sternenhimmel. Von den Sternen derart Fasziniert, verpasste sie sogar fast die Hausecke, um die sie biegen musste. Schon beim abbiegen sah sie den Hauseingang und blieb kurz stehen. „Was hockt denn da an der Haustür?" Von weitem erkannte sie nur ein schwarzen Haufen vor der Haustür kauern und konnte nicht so recht deuten, was es war. Doch mit jedem Schritt den sie, sehr zögerlich, in diese Richtung ging, nahm dieser Haufen langsam Gestalt an. Langsam erkannte sie, dass dieses Knäuel ein Mensch war und als sie schon ziemlich nahe dran war erschrak sie kurz, weil sie Jonas erkannte. Doch er sah ziemlich mitgenommen aus. „Jonas? Was ist denn los? Was machst du hier?" Wie frisch aus einem tiefen Schlaf erwacht schaute Jonas zu ihr auf und schaute sie noch etwas ungläubig an. „Du warst nicht da...wusste nicht wohin..." Katie war immer noch etwas geschockt, wusste aber das sie hier draußen nichts weiter aus ihm heraus bekommen würde. „Komm erstmal mit zu mir und erzähl mir alles. Du siehst echt nicht gut aus." Dann half sie ihm auf die Beine und die Beiden gingen hoch in die Wohnung. Oben angekommen dirigierte sie Jonas auf das dunkelblaue Sofa, das in ihm sofort die Erinnerung an die letzte Nacht weckte und ihn etwas fröhlicher stimmte. Katie machte ihm schnell eine heiße Schokolade zum aufwärmen und kuschelte sich fest an ihn, während er ihr die Ereignisse des Tages schilderte. Immer wieder streichelte er das Katzenmädchen, fast als ob er nicht glauben konnte, wieder hier zu sein. Sie hielt ihn eng an sich gepresst, bis er mit seiner Geschichte fertig war, dann unterhielten sie sich lange, was sie nun tun würden. „Also für den Anfang wohnst du auf jeden Fall hier, Jonas. Bleib hier so lange du willst, dann können wir wenigstens immer zusammen sein." Jonas lächelte sein Kätzchen an und küsste sie zärtlich. Dann schaute Katie auf die Uhr und erschrak. „Was? Schon vier Uhr morgens? Jetzt schlafen wir besser erstmal!" Dann deutete sie ihm aufzustehen, was ihn erstmal verwunderte. „Diesmal klappen wir das Sofa aber aus! Letztes Mal haben wir nur auf der Sitzfläche geschlafen, aber heute möchte ich für uns Beide etwas mehr Platz schaffen!" Gemeinsam klappten sie das Sofa so aus, dass sie beinahe die Liegefläche eines Ehebettes zur Verfügung hatten. „So ist es besser!" Katie und Jonas warfen nun erstmal ihre Klamotten vor das Sofa und machten es sich mit Kissen und Decke, die sie aus dem Wandschrank hatten, gemütlich. Eng aneinander gekuschelt schliefen die Beiden dann auch recht schnell ein. Der nächste Morgen begann sehr gemütlich. Jonas erwachte als Erster und setzte sich langsam auf, um seine Katze nicht zu wecken und betrachtete sie, wie sie mit geschlossenen Augen dort lag, mit beiden Armen ein Kissen umklammert hielt und im Schlaf leise irgendwelche unverständlichen Sätze von sich gab, aus denen er nur seinen Namen heraus hörte. Seine Augen konnten gar nicht von ihr lassen, die helle Morgensonne schien durch das Fenster direkt auf sie und ließ ihr samtweiches Fell wunderschön schimmern.Er schaute sie noch lange an, bis sie dann langsam ihre Augen öffnete und ihn mit verschlafenem Blick ansah und lächelte. Sie streckte sich kurz und umarmte ihn dann von hinten. „Hast du gut geschlafen?" Jonas nickte zufrieden und streichelte ihr über eine Pfote, die er dann zu seinen Lippen führte und küsste. „Bei dir fühle ich mich einfach geborgen, Katie. An deiner Seite fühle ich mich wohl." Katie lächelte und küsste seinen Nacken, während er sich langsam von diesem weichen Sofa erhob und sie wieder anschaute. „Sag mal...darf ich vielleicht mal schnell duschen gehen?" Katie grinste nur kurz. „Du wohnst ab heute hier, mein Schatz. Du brauchst nicht mehr zu fragen, denn alles hier gehört jetzt auch dir!" „Auch du?" Jonas grinste sie frech an. „Natürlich auch ich, Jonas. Ich vor allem Anderen hier." „Na dann kannst du ja mit unter die Dusche kommen, Kätzchen!" Katie lächelte ihn an. „Gerne!" Wenige Augenblicke später stand Katie auch schon in der kleinen Dusche, reichte ihrem Jonas die Hand und zog ihn sanft in die Duschkabine hinein. Dann zog sie die Kabinentür zu und stellte das Wasser an. Zuerst ein wenig zu heiß, dann wieder zu kalt und endlich erwischte sie genau die passende Temperatur, die auch ihm gefallen würde. Ohne Vorwarnung drückte sie den ahnungslosen Jungen fest gegen die Kabinenwand und rieb ihren Körper fest an ihm. Jonas lächelte sie entspannt an und wollte ihr einen Kuss geben, doch sie drückte ihn erneut an die wand und gab ihm wortlos zu verstehen, dass sie das Kommando übernehmen wolle. Jonas ließ es zu, er fühlte sich bei Katie sicher und selbst wenn er sich gewehrt hätte, wäre es wohl aussichtslos gewesen...diese Anthrokatze hatte um einiges mehr Körperkraft als er, was ihm schon längst klar war. Jonas lehnte den Kopf nach hinten an die Wand und beschloss, Katies Berührungen zu genießen. Katie streichelte ihm genüsslich mit der Pfote über die Brust und schleckte ihm mit ihrer rauen Zunge über seine Lippen, während ihre Pfote immer tiefer glitt. Erst kurz vor seinem Schritt machte sie wieder kehrt und suchte ihren Weg nach oben. Währenddessen ergab sich Jonas der Zunge seines Katzenmädchens und öffnete langsam seine Lippen, um dem Eindringling Einlass zu gewähren. Ihre Zungen spielten ein wildes Spiel und kämpften beinahe mit einander einen Kampf, bei dem es keinen Gewinner gab. Genüsslich umspielten sie sich gegenseitig und fuhren quer durch die Mundhöhlen der Beiden, während Katie langsam ihre Krallen ausfuhr und sich, wie schon in der ersten Nacht, an seinen leicht versteiften Brustwarzen zu schaffen machte. Immer wieder piekste sie die harten Warzen oder zwirbelte sie nur mit ihren Krallen, um ihm ein intensiveres Gefühl zu geben. Dann legte sie einen Arm um seine Schulter und presste sich wieder an ihn, sodass er ihr mittlerweile klatschnasses Fell spürte, ließ jedoch ein wenig Freiraum für ihre linke Pfote, die nun mit ausgefahrenen Krallen langsam und genüsslich an Jonas' erregtem Körper herunter fuhr. An seinem Bauchnabel blieb sie für einen Moment, um auch ihn mit den Krallen sanft zu verwöhnen. Doch dieses kribbelnde Gefühl blieb Jonas nicht lange, denn die Pfote war noch nicht an ihrem Ziel angekommen. Mit festem Druck fuhr sie über seinen steifen Penis, ohne ihn mit den Krallen zu berühren. Mit der Handfläche rieb sie ihn immer wieder, auf und ab. Jonas stöhnte leise in Katies Mund, der immer noch auf seinem klebte und ihn in dieses heiße Zungenspiel verwickelte. Das nasse Fell und dieser bestimmende Druck, der immer wieder über ihn glitt, jagten ganze Fluten der Erregung durch seinen jugendlichen Körper. Jonas legte seine Hände, die er schon lang nicht mehr stillhalten konnte, um ihren Körper und fuhr seinerseits mit den Händen durch ihr Fell, obwohl er keine besondere Stelle erreichen konnte. Immer wieder fuhr er ihren Körper, ihre Wirbelsäule auf und ab um sich ein wenig von all den Reizen abzulenken, die gerade auf ihn einprasselten. Katie ließ sich von seinen Berührungen nicht beeindrucken und machte unbeirrt weiter. Ihre Pfote hatte mittlerweile sein Glied verlassen und war nun eine Etage tiefer an seinen Hoden hängen geblieben, im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes. Sie hatte sich genüsslich in seinen Hoden gekrallt und zog genüsslich daran, ohne ihm besondere Schmerzen zuzufügen. Alles was er spürte war dieses Gefühl besonderer Erregtheit, das ihn umfing. Er genoss die Behandlung sichtlich, seufzte immer wieder und hatte die Augen geschlossen. Es war einfach unbeschreiblich, immer wieder drückte sie seine Hoden ein wenig, dann zog sie wieder daran und begann anschließend von vorn. Den wilden Zungenkuss hatte sie mittlerweile abgebrochen und hatte ihren Kopf schon längst an seinen Hals gelehnt, sodass sie ihre eigene Pfote bei der Arbeit beobachten konnte. Sie spürte die Erregung in ihm, fühlte die kalten Schauer die durch seinen Körper fuhren und irgendwann ließ sie seinen Hoden in Ruhe. Frech grinsend schaute sie ihren Freund jetzt an und streichelte ihm wieder kurz über die Brust. Dann ging sie auf die Knie und näherte sich seinem steifen Glied, das vor Erregung langsam auf und ab wippte. Doch statt wie erwartet ihren Mund zu öffnen fuhr sie erneut ihre Krallen aus, umfasste fest seinen Penis mit der rechten Pfote und schob eine Kralle der Anderen ganz langsam und vorsichtig unter seine Vorhaut. Jonas zitterte am ganzen Leib und seufzte immer wieder vor Lust, immer wieder versuchte er instinktiv, sein Becken nach hinten weg zu ziehen. Katie nahm jedoch die rechte Pfote von seinem prallen Glied und streichelte nebenbei sanft über seinen Hintereingang, während die Andere weiter unter seiner Vorhaut rumspielte. Die rechte Pfote umkreiste immer wieder genüsslich seinen Anus und ruhte auch ab und zu darauf, was Katies als stille Warnung ausdrückte. Doch als Jonas die nächste Welle durch den strömte zog er ungewollt wieder die Hüfte nach hinten weg. Doch diesmal bekam er seine Strafe sofort, denn Katies Kralle bohrte sich genüsslich in seinen Po, worauf er laut stöhnte. So etwas kannte er nicht. Katie grinste ihm frech entgegen und meinte nur: „Wer nicht hören will, muss fühlen!" Dann spielte sie weiter an seinem Glied und zog ihm ganz vorsichtig, nur mit den Krallen, die Vorhaut zurück. Dann schleckte sie mit ihrer Zunge immer wieder schnell darüber, während ihre Pfote seinen Schaft mit langsamen Wichsbewegungen verwöhnte. Sie ließ ihn lange warten, bevor sie endlich seine Eichel in ihren feuchten Mund nahm, dann schloss sie ihren Mund soweit, dass ihre spitzen Zähne sich fest auf sein empfindliches Glied legten. Immer wieder drückte sie die Zähne leicht zusammen und schleckte ihm mit der Zunge darüber nachdem wie den Mund wieder öffnete. Dann begann sie endlich, ihn richtig zu blasen. Jonas stöhnte laut auf, als sie ihren Kopf immer wieder vor und zurück bewegte und sein Glied mit jeder Bewegung etwas tiefer in ihren Rachen rutschte. Diese Bewegungen raubten ihm mal wieder alle Sinne und machten ihn ganz wuschig. Immer wieder erzitterte sein Leib und machte sich bereit für den Orgasmus, den Katie ihm bescherte. Das Gefühl des strömenden Wassers auf seinem Körper gab ihm dann schließlich den Rest, denn nur einen Augenblick später ergoss Jonas sich in ihr und zuckte immer wieder, während er sich entlud. Katie schluckte brav alles was Jonas ihr zu bieten hatte und stellte sich dann wieder vor ihm hin. Sanft legte sie ihre spermabedeckten Lippen auf Seine und küsste ihn genüsslich, wobei er sein Sperma schmecken konnte. Das törnte ihn sogar wieder ein wenig an. Sein Glied richtete sich wieder ein wenig auf und er schaute seine Katie mit fragendem Blick an. Diese grinste jedoch nur und meinte, dass er später mehr bekommen würde. „Jetzt duschen wir erstmal!"

Title: Chapter 10 - Dragoons Unite! The Battle for Survival! (Part 1) by Eurasia M Tags: Action, Adventure, Dragoness, Human, No-Yiff Before this story starts, I would like to thank my good friends Jack and Noct. If it wasnt for him, this story wouldnt have happened. Also, all characters here are copyright of Eurasia21xx. Do not use in your stories without consulting me first. "So, its finally begun...N.D. has announced his plan and will attack in three days. I'm going to be stuck in here while my comrades are slaughtered. Thanks alot", said Eurasia sarcastically. Freed from the torture table, he was now in a cage with no lock or anything. Aisarue kept a firm eye on him, making sure he doesn't escape from his prison. "Well, don't be glum Eurasia. But...the only thing you should be worried about is how N.D. figured out our plan. How I have no idea...but he plans on killing us both after the assault on D.O.O.P.. You've felt his power...he can do it with minimal effort.", he said bluntly as he walked over to the cage. Eurasia sighed, hoping that everything would not have been figured out so quickly, "Great...this is not good. Well, we have three days to prepare until that time. Also, according to what you are telling me, N.D. is in a meditative sleep until the time comes. We should take this time to pay a visit to the girls." This idea was something he did not want to do, but it was his last hope to save them. Involving them was definitely a huge turn off for him, since of what happened to them last time. However, if he didn't, they would end up being killed regardless. Aisarue however, was very against this plan, walking over to the cage and poking his head between the cage "You do know what will happen if we get found out. He might kill us on the spot and even worse for you if we are caught with your lovers.", he said, grinning at him inside the cage. He was loving making his good side quiver with fear, which was a trait that came from him being his darker side. Thoughts and images quickly circled in his mind, horrible ones of his loved ones beaten to death. That set off the dream he had not too long ago, but he knew that if he could pull it off, they could be safe. Aisarue however was far from done, " He'll kill them as well, probably first while making you watch...making them yell for you to protect them before ending their life. Ripping them apart and spraying their blood on you before---OOF!", but before he could finish, Eurasia quickly got up and punched him in the jaw. The hit however did not make him flinch, Eurasia's fist still embedded into his cheek. His power was gone, now that the dragoon spirit on his real body was no longer his. To Aisarue, the punch was but a tap, however, it bothered him that he would still try anyway. With his finger, he moved his fist and looked him straight in the eye, "Eurasia, you really care for them so much that you would forfeit your life? You truly are a fool Eurasia...how can you expect them to be happy for you, if you are dead? I just don't understand...but we'll follow your plan. Lets pay a visit to them...only if you do me one favor. I'll throw in a bonus for you if you do this favor me...and I'm sure you'll like this bonus" Doing a favor for someone who had caused him so many problems was something that he was in mood for, as he stumbled back to the end of the cage. Looking at his options, a favor that will help his dragonesses live sounded like something he should do, but the only thing that bothered him was the possibilities of what he would be asking for. He faced him from the back of the cage and sighed, "Fine...what favor do you want? I'll do anything if it means to save them..." * Back at D.O.O.P., it was declared a state of emergency. The return of N.D. was something that got Stanis and the rest of the higher authority sweating like crazy, getting everyone as prepared as he could. Expansion shards were being given to every dragoon except for the very new arrivals, who were sent back so that there might be a hope for the future in case of the worst possible outcome. Stanis was alone in his quarters, sitting behind his desk and thinking, "What a mess...this might really be the end. N.D. was unstoppable before, but we only got out because the hero himself was able to defeat him. This time however, no one here is anywhere near as powerful as he was. What to do...", but with no new ideas, he was in trouble. Moments later, Nocturnophile entered the room, holding a pile of paper and slamming it onto his desk, "Leader, these are the files you requested. Everything we have on the land below D.O.O.P., formally known as Myristyl, the land of hopes and dreams.", he said, wiping the sweat from his head. Stanis nodded and started to rummage through the paper, skimming through the text. "Good work Commander Noct, we need to know as much as we possibly can about the battle ground that N.D. mentioned in his message. Everything about it was all destroyed during the great migration of dragons and humans. Only one who know everything there by heart was the hero himself and the Dark Lord. From what we know, its nothing down there. No plants can grow since there is no sun here, yet it keeps its temperature at a constant 80 degrees. It's still unknown as to why, but it is the perfect battle ground.", said Stanis, tossing aside the stack. Noct bowed and left the room, leaving Stanis alone in his quarters. He scratched his head for a moment to think about what to do. The land its self was dangerous to be on, since of unpredictable activities that could happen. From earthquakes, tornadoes to practically any other land disaster. "Seems that everything is going how he wants it...fighting in an land with no holds barred...this won't end well..." * "Wow...he seemed so scared from that message. He left us without saying goodbye...", said Shyranrya, walking around in a little circle. Zero got the message on his P.I.C., as well as Rizan who was looking at her P.I.C. as well. The message got through to all three of the girls. It seems that the situation had gotten much worse now than before, now out of their control. Hamelis got up and stretched her wings, before starting to walk out of the forest, "Well, lets go back to your cave Shyranrya. Well..in front of it so we can talk about what to do next. That N.D. is very serious and we should discuss what to do next. Just so we don't end up doing something that could interfere with the dragoons.", she said, her steps shaking the earth quite a bit before the other two started to follow behind. within moments, Hamelis was lying on her tummy with her two friends lying on her. Rizan looked at her P.I.C. before gasping in fear, "Wha?! Hamelis! Shyranrya! I have a message from someone!", she yelped, unsure of whether to read it or not. Hamelis was scratching her claw on her head, pondering on who of the few that have knowledge that she has a P.I.C. would contact her, "Hmm...answer it. Those who know about your P.I.C. are those who are helpful so far." Shyranrya nodded in agreement, rubbing Hamelis's sides and making her giggle lightly. Rizan smiled and decided to go with the advice. She opened the message and read it before gasping again, the sender of the message even more surprising than the message its self. The gasp stopped the fun between Hamelis and Shyranrya, their attention now at her as Hamelis lowered her head to Rizan, "What?! Is it from N.D.?!", she asked, trying to keep her cool. Rizan looked up and shook her head. Shyranrya got up and looked over to her P.I.C. and her eyes widened as well, "Whoa...why would he contact us?! Unless he has something planned that could hurt us. It's all his fault that Eurasia is gone!", she shouted, grinding her teeth and smoke coming out of her nostrils. Upon hearing that, she already knew who it was. Something like this was very bad, their enemy had contacted them at a very critical time. However, just thinking about it would not help anything, "Well, what does it say Rizzy? Is it something to threaten us?" The P.I.C. in Rizan's hand was put away, her face turning into a slight smile, "Well...its from Aisarue..but its actually good news!", she exclaimed, giving her two friends a bit smile from cheek to cheek. The two were dumbfounded as to how there can be good news from Aisarue, but they waited to see if she had more to say. She stood up and looked around, "The message basically says that hes coming over to discuss Eurasia's return to us." * 2 days later Zero and DarkStar both trained together, in hopes of finding new techniques together that would help them withstand the coming onslaught in about 24 hours. The two have managed to discover new techniques individually, but what they both needed were techniques that took advantage of both their elements. So far, no progress was made up to this point which was really bad for them both. With their last day finally ended, they proceeded out of the training room together and headed to Abu's room. He was finally fully healed, but he remained in his room for the past few days to think up a plan against N.D.. Since it was the last day, they decided to pay a visit to Abu for a last minute "...his style seems unbeatable...unless I find a way to get past that damn ability, every attack will just be worthless. This war will be a futile effort--huh?", but Abu's thoughts were cut short as he heard his door open. Zero gave him a big smile as he waved in, while DarkStar just nodded in his direction. Abu's room was very different from others, as he had his own lab with his room. Research was done often here, also where many different inventions turned up. The three sat beside his work table, and thought about what the future may hold for them. The mood was very grim between them, before Zero broke the silence, "So...Abu. What did you find out about N.D., or any words of advice you could give us before the big day? You know we are going to need it...especially of what he is capable of. You know what they told us in class...they say hes a god." The topic was not a good one, lacking in positive thinking. DarkStar slammed his hands on the table, surprising the other two with him, "Damn it Zero! Stop talking like that! We will defeat him! We just...have to find the right method.", said DarkStar, getting annoyed by Zero's choice of words. Abu looked down at his fingers and twittled with them for a bit until coming to a conclusion. "Guys, What you need to focus on is working as a team. Besides, I already have one back up plan while you guys are out there battling. Plus, I have a backup plan for the backup in case that fails as well. Its something that I found out while in the archives, something that was hidden away for a long time...." Now seeing that his plans were something to think about, it just gnawed away at Zero's curiosity. However, he knew that there was no way he could find out anything until tomorrow. Everything that Abu researched on was always a secret, which is how he preferred it. They spent the night to talk about their plan of attack, before going to rest for the battle ahead. * The next day Back on Bloodheart, N.D, Abyssion and Omega were ready to commence the assault on D.O.O.P.. However, Aisarue was no where to be found, which worried Abyssion and angered N.D. Omega didn't care but N.D. was starting to get suspicious of him, "Hmm...our friend seems to have wondered someplace. I wonder where he--well, there he is.", he said as a warp hole opened to the left of them. Out from the portal arrived Aisarue, looking a bit exhausted but with the same smirk that he had retained since joining up with them. As his eyes met N.D.'s, he felt a cold chill run down his back, "Oh..sorry about that my lord. I had to make sure of something to confirm our victory against the dragoons. I have news of something that might interest you.", he said with a very confident tone. N.D. however did not seemed pleased at all, "News?...what could you know that I possibly do not? I'd have better be good news...", he exclaimed with a bitter and angry tone. Aisarue nodded and took out a photograph from his pocket to show to him. The picture turned out to be a photograph of blueprints, blueprints to something that N.D. knew full well, "I see...well this is not going to interfere with anything. Even with that in their possession, it wont stop us. I also have a little surprise for the dragoons tomorrow...a welcoming party so to say. They will be greeting the dragoons when the battle begins...", said N.D. * The dragoons were getting ready for battle, as the time for the decisive battle was only minutes away. Stanis awaited at the largest exit of D.O.O.P., looking down to the land below, "There it is... Myristyl. The land of dreams and prosperity, where dragons and humans were 100 percent in tune with each other. Until that day where "he" came and ruined everything...This time, we will end N.D.'s life and bring peace to dragons everywhere. ", he thought, seeing the once beautiful land now nothing but wasteland. He heard the steps of the dragoons behind him, all marching single file. Noct and Firon were leading them, before giving a salute to their leader Stanis. Zero took command of the Wind elemental dragoons, while DarkStar took command of the Ice dragoons. DarkStar however was convinced that they would only slow him down, but he did it only because his friends urged him to. Soon, every dragoon was standing at the platform that lead to the ground below. Stanis gave the signal, which lead every dragoon to shout, "FOR THE DRAGONS! FOR THE HUMANS! FOR LIFE, HONOR AND D.O.O.P!.", before they all jumped down in free fall. During the high drop, every dragoon powered up their spirits and emitted an energy so powerful, that N.D. himself felt it. The dragoons looked down at the ground, expecting to land in wide open area. However, the desolate wasteland below soon turned pitch black, Noct gasping in awe, "No...its the Jadow! They have been awakened from their slumber! DRAGOONS, BE WARY!", he shouted, giving he signal to attack.

Title: Jungle Fever by Jaffah Tags: Fantasy, Gangbang, M/M/M/F, Tiger, Wolf, jungle sex The Tiger Club Jungle Fever Arctic's Journal: It has been three weeks since I set out on my solo expedition and I must say my time has been laced with a decent amount of luck. My initial goal was to seek out a little known lost tribe that was rumoured to be living close to civilization and study it to learn more about how these people survive without the convenience of modern appliances. It was after the second week of trekking that I came across the edge of the village and was greeted by an amazing group of warriors. Each one looking very fit and obviously well trained by the looks of the way they wielded their weapons. Thankfully I was warmly welcomed into their homes, especially after the chieftain of the tribe took an interest in me. The blue haired wolf paused in her writing to laugh quietly to herself. He was a big red tiger whom the others seem to obey with respect, a proud man who cared for all his people. He made sure I was well looked after and have several of the women of the village take me around to show how they lived their lives with simple tools and crafting skills. It's strange though that one thing I have noticed about the villagers here, they are either tigers or a tiger hybrid. I have seen all types from bunnies with tiger markings to striped bovines. There was a knock on the doorframe to the hut and the curtain covering the opening was pulled aside to allow a young pink tigress to enter. The feline was carrying a crudely made cup that was filled with a fruity concoction and placed it on a sawn off log that was used as a table. Arctic looked up as the teen entered, the wolf had a cloth wrapped around her chest and a wrap-around skirt tied at the hip that the village women had given her to fit in. "Thank you." Arctic said kindly and the tigress gave a friendly smile before leaving, the explorer took a sip of the sweet drink before returning to her journal. I feel privileged to have to have been welcomed into their homes and feel lucky as there seems to be a celebration planned, the tigers of this lost clan have worked hard over the past week in order to prepare for some traditional ritual. The woman having put together a marvellous feast, which includes a sweet drink made from fruit that seems very addictive. Another pause and Arctic took another long sip from her drink and as she swallowed warmth spread out through her body, her skin tingling as liquid settled in her stomach. I'm wondering what else is in it apart from the fruit but one thing is sure, it will make this celebration of theirs all the more interesting. The pretty wolf set aside her book and stretched her arms over her head, her body feeling warmer then normal as she reached to drain the remaining liquid from her cup. A second knock heralded another tigress, this one tall and white with long red hair. The female feline smiling as Arctic rose to her feet to greet her. The explorer recognizing this tigress as one close to the Chieftain and it was assumed she was his wife or at least the most favoured of his wives. The white tigress smiled at the smaller woman's expression and reached to brush at the wolf's hair, almost as if the feline was making Arctic look prettier than she was, she then offered Arctic a hand to lead the woman outside. At night the village was bustling as the females of the tribe were tending tables of prepared food, Arctic noticed the differences in ages ranging from teens to those who looked in their mid-thirties. All dressed up and looking pretty for the ceremony, the men seemed scarce though with maybe a handful standing guard. "Where are the others?" Arctic asked getting the white tigress' attention. The wolf femme wasn't sure if these people could understand her words but seemed to understand her intentions and actions so when the blue haired woman motioned tot he men the big busty feline grinned and scooped up another cup of sweet fruity elixir and pressed it into Arctic's hand before tugging her through the activity. "Well if you're trying to get me drunk you're going the right way about it." The wolf laughed and took a drink from the cup, her head spinning lightly as the heat inside her built up. The pair came to an area where several larger huts stood, the sounds of the gathering behind them as the tigress stood facing Arctic, the big feline looking the wolf over as would a mother approve her daughter before she would go out on the town before pulling her close and kissing the smaller woman's forehead. The tigress pulled aside the curtain to a hut and motioned Arctic inside. As she entered the hut a heavy male scent wash over her enflamed senses, the heat within her tingling body flaring higher as the musky tiger smell flooded her nostrils. Around the inside Arctic saw four of the village warriors including the Chief, a twin pair of black and white tigers and a young looking brown-grey wolf-tiger sat waiting, their banter cheerful as they too drank a similar concoction that Arctic did. All eyes swivelling to focus on the wolf femme as she stepped lightly and steadied herself before them. "I think I am beginning to understand what sort of ritual this is." The pretty girl whispered to herself as she inhaled more of the tiger's scent, her loins aching as her nether lips became very wet quickly. The same pink tigress who brought her a drink from before stepped forward from the red tigers side took hold of Arctic's arm to guided her to a half log table that sat in the middle of the dwelling. The young explorer slowly knelt down and saw a jug of liquor perched on the surface, the woman taking another deep drink before looking up at the big red tiger. The cloth he wore over his crotch was tented up, the drink arousing him as it had the wolf, a quick glance around the room showed the other males also sporting erections although the wolf-tiger seemed nervous yet fascinated by the sexy new comer. "Must be his first time." Arctic thought as her heart beat madly in her chest, her bosoms heaving as her pussy dripped in anticipation, the drink doing its job as an aphrodisiac. The chief rose to his feet and slipped off his loin cloth, the wolf femme gasping at the sight of the feline's big cock, her fingers digging into the wooden surface of the table as the tiger walked around her kneeling form. Any reluctance the sexy adventurer had washed away in a sea of lust brought about the drinks effects; the only thing on Arctic's mind at this moment was that thick hard member. The wolf felt her top being untied and pulled off, her impressive breasts spilling free. The woman seeing her nipples were hard as diamonds with out them even being touched, another light touch and her skirt was peeled away, the femme now naked in front of these horny, needy males. She heard the big tiger say something in their language and the teen tigress poured her another drink and as Arctic reached for it strong hands moved across her back and around her body as the leader of this tribe knelt behind her, ready to mount the wolf's trembling body. "P-please." Arctic whimpered softly and leaned forward, her legs spreading to make it easier for the feline to find what he sought. The blue haired beauty gasped aloud as the tiger's hot meat slashed across her sopping cunt before finding her entrance and pushing in. Both of them groaned as the rest watched as their chief hilted his prick in Arctic's quivering snatch, his hands cupping and groping her firm tit-flesh, his fingers teasing her nipples as he started thrusting into sexy wolf's eager body. Soft moans and gasps became louder sounds of pleasure as the drink with in the pair pushed their lusts to new heights, Arctic's back arching as she cried out in joy as the heat burning insides her became hotter until a hard climax shook her body. The tiger hissing as the wolf's sex clamped on his aching length until he slammed in and gave her what she desired. Hot cum gushing into her hungry pussy sent the femme into a second orgasm, she pushed back as the red feline gripped her tight and held deep, his cum spurting into her horny body in an attempt to quench her fiery passion, but as Arctic discovered, this wasn't going to be enough. Cooing softly and feeling the tiger leaders warmth inside her, Arctic looked over her shoulder at the panting male and received a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing hotly as the big male pumped more thick, rich seed inside her, the pair parting slowly as the wolf knew he was just the first. The red tiger's shaft still hard and dripping as he pulled away and the young wolf-tiger were beckoned forth. The young striped wolf seemed hesitant until the pink tigress urged him to kneel behind the wolfess, Arctic quickly took another drink from her cup before looking over her shoulder to watch the youth move in. Despite having been mated with the woman still shivered as the inexperienced male found her snatch and pushed in, filling the femme's sex quickly and causing Arctic to clamp on the cock invading her. The hybrid began humping the wolf's sweaty body hard and fast, making up for his lack of knowledge with his eagerness, the drink making sure he had the stamina to give the girl a decent ride. Arctic's body rocked back and forth as she was pounded from behind, her pussy milking the young male's cock for all it was worth, her lusty cries echoing around the hut as she was driven to another climax by the young warriors hard thrusts, the youth's own cries joining hers as he slammed in and experiences his first climax. His hips bucking and slapping against her rear as his seed flowed in to mix with that of the red tiger's. "God damn yes." The wolf panted and slumped onto the table, soothing hands of the pink female tiger stroked along Arctic's back and side before rubbing her tummy. Arctic felt the young male kiss her cheek before withdrawing; a gentle rubbing to her rear followed this. The woman's cheek flushing deeper at the cute gesture before noticing the other two males, the twins, had both risen to come towards her together. "Oh wow." The wolf's blue eyes sparkled lustfully as she was helped to her feet, the teen tigress clearing the table as the black tiger sat on the end and pulled Arctic close. With her back to the black feline, Arctic could feel the male's rigid member against her rear; the wolf wiggling in the tiger's embrace to rub the trapped prick while the white tiger presented his rampant erection to her. The femme wrapping her fingers around the impressive girth to stroke it slowly, the male growling deeply and rocking his hips in time with Arctic's jerking. Strong hands gripped her hips and lifted the adventurer up, the black tiger's hot meat sliding into her well-fucked hole as Arctic settled again. Her body leaning forward enough for her to run her tongue along the twins shaft as her fingers danced along it's length, the standing feline slipping his fingers through the wolf's hair as he encouraged the wolf to use her mouth, something the girl did happily. Sounds of passion rose from the trio as Arctic bounced on one feline's prick while suckling hungrily on the other. Rough hands groping her breasts as the two hard cocks pumped and pounded her pussy and mouth, the female slurping lewdly on the tasty member while the hot pre oozed from the other and mixed with the sticky mess already lingering inside her. The heat within the wolfess burned hotter as she was fucked for the third time, the musky scent filling her nose from the cock she worked over in her mouth made her head spin more. Arctic's cunt gripping tight as yet another climax washed through her body, the hot juices flooding her passage washing over the black tiger's aching cock until he too roared out and unload his cream into the woman's body, the male hissing and nipping hotly at Arctic's shoulder as she bobbed her head quickly, sucking hard until she was rewarded with a spray of hot cum to her face and tits. The three moaning and writhing as the wolf woman's tongue lapped and caressed the white tiger's spurting length, coaxing more rich seed to fall onto her heaving chest. Then both she and the black feline eased back onto the table to rest. Arctic caught a flash of movement and saw the big red tiger move towards them, his cock rock hard and ready for more of the wolf's unsatisfied body, the explorer licking her lips as she realized this was just the beginning of the ritual and she had a long night ahead of her. "You just have to love tradition." She cooed with a sly smile. --- A couple of hours later the door to the private room open and Arctic Ikume exited with a dreamy look upon her face, she paused to wave to the black and white twin tigers whom had entered to look after the woman. The two felines returning the wave before cleaning up, the young wolf stretching before closing the door. "Ah Miss Ikume, I trust your evening goes well." Arctic turned to see Zachariah Smith walking down the hall towards her, the red tiger smiling pleasantly. "It's going very well thank you Mister Smith." She replied biting her lip and frowning. "There is one thing I should ask about your rooms though." "And what is this?" The feline frowned before stopping next the blue haired wolf. "The people I "encounter" in my fantasies. What factor determines who I see and what they do?" Arctic asked with some interest, memories of the clubs owner and the things he did to the femme came floating back to her, making the girls tail swish a little quicker. "I can honestly say that it's your choice for your fantasy Arctic." Zachariah explained. "Sometimes your subconscious creates characters for people you've met that you would like to interact with. Why do you ask?" The pretty lawyer smiled and toyed with the tiger's tie. "Was just curious." Arctic licked her lips and gave the item a light tug. "Perhaps we could find a place to discuss this some more. A place with a shower perhaps?" "But of course." Zachariah's smile broadened and motioned the femme back down the hallway from which he came. "Anything to see the customer thoroughly satisfied." With a spring in her step Arctic set off with the tiger in tow, two things would satisfy her now. One was a nice hot shower. Fortunately the second thing could be done within the shower and luckily the wolf had someone to do it with. --- Arctic Ikume, Black n White twin tigers (C) Arctic Sekai; Zachariah Smith and story (C) Jaffah 2011 ----------

Title: Mechanic Tags: car, mechanic Jeremy heard the short toot of a horn and glanced out the window in time to see a petite blond give a wave as a red Porsche drove away in a cloud of dust. Ah, the desperate Miss Kendall, he thought, turning to the counter for her paperwork. Her dented little Honda was a far cry from the sporty car she'd just left. He watched her cross the lot to the shop door, taking the opportunity to appreciate the view. She was a little shorter than what he usually liked, but her curvy body was slender and compact and nicely displayed in a light gray suit. Her legs were well shaped and strapped into surprising blue heels. She was pretty – not gorgeous, but pretty enough to catch a man's eye and make him take a second look. As, obviously, Mr. Porsche had. He wondered briefly if Mr. Porsche was a friend or a lover. As the door chimed, he figured friend because if Jeremy had been her lover, he'd have stayed to make sure everything went okay. "Hello?" The woman had a light hesitant voice and it matched the one who had called earlier. Jeremy stepped into the lobby from the shop area and gave her a smile. "Miss Kendall?" "Oh! Oh, yes," she answered, starting in surprise. Up close, she was prettier, with wide blue eyes and skin the color of light pink roses. He felt a stirring and quickly tamped it down. "Thank you so much for waiting, Mr..." "Jeremy, ma'am," he knew his voice was curt, but his cock had started to ache and he didn't need this now. All he wanted was a beer and a baseball game and the sooner Miss Kendall picked up her Honda, the sooner he'd get what he wanted. "Thank you, Jeremy," she said, her eyes dropping as she looked away. Damn, she was a sensitive little thing, he thought as he moved to the counter and dropped her paperwork on top of the pile. He felt a bit like a heel for snapping at her. "Let's get you on your way," he softened his voice and she glanced back up at him. He opened the folder, shifted through the details and started to type in the computer, his body on alert as she leaned on the counter to peek at the papers. "Nice ride you got, by the way." "Ride? Oh, my baby?" she looked confused. She called it her baby? The Honda sported at least 4 dents that said she didn't take care of it like she should. "The Porsche," he clarified, "Friend?" "Oh! My boss," she blushed and he started fascinated by the rosy glow on her cheeks. And neck and...Jeremy pulled his eyes back up to her face. Evidently the boss was something more than a friend. "Nice car," he mumbled, dropping his eyes back to the paperwork. He read through the initial quote, noticing Miss Kendall was a Sophie. Somehow, that made his cock stand at attention. Sophie seemed so much more...pleasurable. "He was just being nice," she mumbled, "It's not like...I mean he's married...Why am I explaining this to you?" She pierced him with her eyes, which now glinted with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Haven't a clue, Miss Kendall," Jeremy hid a smile. So the boss made a move on her. "I'm sorry...please call me Sophie," she gave him a small smile and a sigh, "It's been a long day." Jeremy finished entering the parts and clicked save. "So you said on the phone," he commented, clicking the print. The old dot matrix in the corner started to wheeze. "And I've made it a long day for you too," she sighed, "I'd say sorry again, except I really need my car back." She fiddled with her purse, looking at the counter. Jeremy sauntered over to collect the sheets from the printer. "No problem, sweetheart," he gave a shrug, then tore off the pages, "Wouldn't want you to have to be taken around in that Porsche." "He kissed me, okay," she fumed, glaring at him again, "Out of the blue, he kissed my cheek as I got in the car. It's not like I said or did anything. I mean, he's nice, but, God, he's married." Her voice trailed off and she blushed again, staring back at the purse as if she wanted to climb inside it. "I mean, I know his wife. She's nice. And I don't think of him..." Jeremy leaned on the counter. "Your car is ready," he said softly, "And you won't need another ride in his car." Oh God, the look she sent him had tears swimming in her eyes. "Look, let's get you settled here and then you can go home and relax. Maybe things won't be so bad in the morning." And please God don't cry here. She took a deep breath, which cad that he was, made his attention shift to the nice firm breasts lifting and settling. He forced his eyes back to the counter, searching frantically for a pen. He needed to get rid of Miss Sophie, her boss, and her baby Honda. He turned the paperwork towards her and offered the pen. Leaning forward, he caught a whiff of vanilla and spice and it stirred the budding lust inside him. "Total's 250 for parts and labor," he said briskly, stepping back a little. Her face went pale. "I...Oh God," she stammered. Crap. He swore silently as he watched her fumble in her purse. "Look, Miss Kendall," he sighed, "How much were you expecting?" One benefit to being part owner was he could finagle things a little and not catch flack. "I've got it. I just need to write a...you don't take checks," her eyes were wide and frantic now. There was no reason he should be turned on by this. But he was. Part of his mind pointed out that he could trade a favor for a favor. Maybe she'd...He stopped the thought before his imagination could fill in the details. "I forgot to go by the ATM and get cash. The whole...I just forgot," she stammered again, "I don't have a credit card. I'm so sorry. I...just forgot." The teary eyes were back and he nearly groaned. He was torn between getting her out before she cried and getting her in bed as soon as he could. "No problem," he growled, "I'll take a check this once." Anything to get rid of her. He didn't need her tears and he certainly didn't need this erection. Beer and Baseball. The sooner she was gone, the sooner he'd get beer and baseball. No more picturing how she'd look with those barrettes gone from her tightly-controlled hair or wondering how that hollow at her throat that was pulsing would taste. "I'm so sorry..." she repeated, fumbling in her purse again. Jeremy dropped his hands to the counter with a loud noise and she jumped. Her eyes shot to his. "No more apologies. No more tears." "I'm...I don't know what you want me to do," she whispered, "I'm grateful that you've stayed late and you're risking your job taking my check because I screwed up." "I don't want grateful," he growled, "And I'm not risking my job. Don't worry about me." He leaned on the counter until their faces were close and he was eye-to-eye with her. "Worry about yourself and that over-sexed, mid-life crisis boss of yours." He saw her eyes dilate, the blue darkening. His blood began to heat under his skin, his pulse throbbing in his groin. "Write me a check, take your car and go home." She licked her lips nervously and his eyes dropped. His cock swelled as he stared at her pink lips, plump and glistening. He wondered how...Jeremy jerked away, stepping back from the counter again. It was easy to see why her boss had kissed her. She was just too tempting. He wasn't sure he'd survive this encounter, let alone if he had to see her every day. "Okay," she whispered, finally taking out her wallet and dropping her eyes to focus on the check. She wrote carefully as he watched, tormenting himself. Her teeth caught her bottom lip as she concentrated and his groin tightened painfully. He'd thought these jeans were getting a bit loose, but evidently not faced with Sophie Kendall. She finished and offered him the check. He took it and slid it in the register drawer, then offered her the paperwork to sign. She bent over it and what happened next was the straw that broke the camel. With a loud pop, one of the barrettes came loose and fell to the counter. A swing of blond hair – lightly curling – fell across her face as she looked up in surprise. The slightly parted lips, the way the curl brushed her cheek and made her seem younger and more...Jeremy caught her chin in his hand and kissed her. He pulled back almost immediately, but not before her taste flooded his senses. He stepped back until the desk behind him caught his thighs, his eyes locked on hers. Her cheeks were flushed again, her eyes dark, her lips...He groaned. "I'm..." he stumbled on the words. How could he be sorry for a tasting such sweetness? "Oh." It was all she could think of. Twice today she'd been kissed suddenly. The first had been distressing and embarrassing. This one... "I'm not married or anything," he blurted it out, then wanted to smack himself. Any other time, say in a bar or something, and he'd be smooth and slick and have her eating out of his hand. Not have her staring at him like he'd slapped her. Not have himself staring like he had no idea what to do with a woman. "Oh. Okay," she said. "Just so's you know," he continued, damning himself for babbling, "'Cause I wouldn't kiss you if I was." There was at least 4 feet between them, but he felt like he could feel the heat of her body touching his. Or maybe he was burning up from the inside. Something in her look changed. He watched in helpless arousal as her eyes swept over his body, from his long legs, to the huge bulge at his crotch, to the oil-stained tee that covered his chest. "Since you're not married," she murmured, tilting her head a little, the curl sweeping her cheek again, "Maybe you'd like to kiss me again." "Not a good idea." Kissing her again would lead to touching her. It sounded like a good idea. He really wanted to touch her, to taste her, to bury his throbbing cock inside her. But somewhere there had to be a catch to this. "Even if I said pretty please?" she teased. She took a step back and unbuttoned her suit jacket. "I feel kind of...warm." She wore a lighter grey blouse under the jacket, the material so thin he could see the pattern of her lacy bra. His eyes shot to her face, even as his cock strained against his pants. "Why...?" He could ask himself the same question. Why was he fighting this? Hadn't he fantasized about her? Hadn't he kissed her once already and enjoyed it? Didn't he want more? Hell, yes, he did. "I have needs," she slid the jacket down her arms, "Like everybody else. We've already established that you're not attached. I'm not attached." She let the jacket dangle in her fingers a moment before dropping it to the floor. Her eyes wandered down to his crotch again. "You're obviously attracted. Why shouldn't I want to see where this goes?" She was even more slender without the jacket, her breasts firm and full under the thin silk and lace. She reached up and undid the other barrette as he just stared, mute. Her hair fell around her face, making her seem more sensual. "I like the taste of your mouth. I expect I'll like the taste of other parts of you, too." Holy shit. Jeremy's body clenched and all the blood drained to his cock, which threatened to rip right through the denim. He saw the flash of headlights behind her and realized they were in full view in the middle of the glass-fronted lobby. As much as he'd love to fuck her against the counter and have the memory of that forever, that was not going to be good for business. "In back" Was that his voice? Sounding strangled and hoarse? "Lead the way." She gave him a wicked smile that matched the sparkle in her eyes. "I wanted to see your ass in those jeans. See where I can just bite you." If she kept saying things like that, he wasn't sure his legs would hold him. "Biting is a special favor," he growled, "And calls for equal payment." He actually saw the shudder go through her body. Damn. Get a grip, he ordered himself, extending his hand to her. "I already owe you a couple favors," she murmured, taking his hand and letting him lead her through to the garage. There were three cars – including hers – in the bays. "I owe you for staying late, for taking my check...for kissing me." "Maybe I do want you to be grateful," he replied, drawing her into his arms now that they were away from the windows. She felt good against him, although her head only reached his chin. He dipped his head to kiss her again, savoring this time, teasing her with his tongue as he explored her taste. Sophie's hands stroked his cock through the denim. "I'm ever so grateful," she murmured, flipping open buttons, letting his penis surge free. He bit back a groan as the pressure eased gradually, then lost the battle when she wrapped her hands around his shaft. "Damn." It came from his gut as she gave him a firm squeeze and pumped him. His balls clenched and he thought for a panicked moment that he was going to come right then like a teenager with his first girl. But her hand shifted, her fingers pressing the bulging vein at his base and stilling the urge. Jeremy slid his hands over her shoulders, up into her hair, and claimed her mouth again. Even as he kissed her hungrily, he pushed her hands away and scooped her up, setting her gently on the hood of her car. "I want to taste you," he said, his voice husky and low, "For favor number one." "That sounds fair," she managed, leaning on her elbows as she looked up at him. He was tall, strong, aroused, and arousing. His hands shoved her skirt up and the groan that came from his mouth when he saw her thigh-high stockings and tiny red lace panties made her smile. His fingers curled in the panties, then they were tugged away and she tilted her hips and spread her legs wider, exposing her glistening, swollen flesh to his hungry eyes. "Take your taste." Jeremy couldn't believe it as he slid his hands over her inner thighs, as he stared at her already wet pussy. She was so...ripe. He felt a surge of lust and lowered his mouth. Her head fell back with a moan as he swiped his tongue over her swollen pussy lips, taking his first taste of her sweet juices. The desire for more had him going to his knees, sliding her forward on the hood, so he could lave her again and again. His tongue explored her cleft, his hands shifting so his thumbs could part her lips and expose her clit, her pussy, the juices seeping from her core. He stroked her clit with his tongue, enjoying her breathless moans and the way her hips rocked against his face just as much as the way she tasted. He slid one hand over, pressing his middle finger against her pussy opening, then slowly sliding it inside. Her wet passage enveloped him, quivering around his thick finger, as he pushed in to the knuckle. "Please, Jeremy," she moaned, "Give me more. I need more." More. Two fingers this time. Her hips arched as he pushed them deep, pulled back, and thrust hard. His tongue flicked her clit constantly as he finger-fucked her pussy, more juices coating his hand, her moans gradually changing to breathless cries as her pussy muscles tensed. Three fingers. He lifted his head, his other hand shifting so his thumb rubbed her clit as three fingers thrust into her. Her head was thrown back, her breasts heaving as she panted, her face and neck flushed with passion. Jeremy felt his cock swell to previously untested limits as he watched her lips part, her hands clench and felt the first tremors of her body around his fingers. He kept pumping hard and fast as her hips lifted and, when she came, he grinned in triumph. She cried out, bucked against his hand, and her cum gushed over his fingers. Getting to his feet, he surveyed her limp body. Her breasts bounced a little with her panting and he thought he'd really like to see them bare, like to taste her nipples before he fucked her. Her dazed, dark eyes met his as he leaned over her, one hand on either side of her, flat on the hood. "My, my, Jeremy," she purred and the sound went straight to his penis, "I'm not sure I paid you adequately for that favor. It seems I enjoyed it too much." He flashed a grin. "That was payment enough for staying late," he said, "But I'm going to do something now that might shock you." Her eyes widened a little and his grin did too. "Consider this payback for the check." His hands fisted in her blouse and he ripped it open, the thin silk tearing easily, the sound making him tremble with need. She gasped, but it was heat and lust that he saw in her eyes, and his grin turned feral. A quick flip of the front clasp of her bra and those full orbs were free. He groaned as he cupped them in his hands, as he suckled one nipple, then the other. Sophie's hands slid into his hair as he feasted on her breasts. His cock brushed her thigh as he leaned over her and she felt a shudder in her pussy. She needed him inside her...but this was payback. And she was suffering so, she thought with a wicked smile as her head fell back. She moaned and squirmed under him, making his erection slide up and down the inside of her thigh, teasing herself even as she enjoyed the way his mouth pleasured her breasts. Jeremy finally lifted his head, loving the way her nipples were now red from his sucking. His cock ached for attention and he was finding it harder and harder to hold back. The way her thighs had moved against him...he couldn't wait any more. He gave one nipple a quick bite that had her gasping. "Now," he said idly, his tone belying the way his body pulsed with need, "I believe you're ready to give me that last favor." He peeled his tee over his head, exposing tight abs and a strong chest. He enjoyed her smile and shucked his jeans and boots so he could stand naked before her. Sophie was sprawled, half-dressed, on the hood of her own car, staring at her naked mechanic. He had a body she'd only fantasized about, including the thick red shaft jutting from his groin. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips as she eyed it. She wanted to taste him too, to slide her tongue over his long penis, to slide that throbbing erection into her mouth, her throat. "I want..." she started, her eyes lifting to his. She saw the desire and enjoyment in his brown eyes. "Later," he grinned, stepping up between her legs, "When I owe you a favor for letting me fuck you." He had a hand on his cock and his fat head was rubbing up and down her swollen slit. She let her head fall back as she moaned. "I guess..." she conceded as his head fit against her pussy and she felt the first stretch of her muscles around his thickness. "Oh, God, Jeremy..." Her moan trailed off as he slowly pushed his penis into her, stretching, filling, overwhelming her. Her legs lifted and his hands guided them, his calloused palms on the back of her thighs as he lifted them so he could push deeper, penetrate to the hilt. She felt like his cock throughout her body, from the hot steel rod throbbing inside her pussy, to the heat and pleasure that suffused her limbs and made her quiver for more. Jeremy rested her ankles on his shoulders, his hands stroking her breasts, then settling to the hood on either side of her as he watched the pleasure flood her face. She was wrapped so tightly around his cock, he wasn't sure he could breathe. But the sensation of her inner muscles fluttering against his thickness was not something he was willing to give up. Finally her eyes opened and met his. Drowning in her blue depths, he drew his cock back and thrust. Again. Again. Each stroke had breath gasping from her lips and had pleasure flashing through his system. He fell into a fast rhythm, instinctively knowing he'd never last and determined to make her cum again. He wanted to feel her cum on his cock. In. Out. Sophie wrapped her hands around his wrists and closed her eyes, arching her back until his cock hit that magic spot. Even as she gasped, he leaned and bore down, thrusting again and again to the same spot, his hands moving to hold her hips still so he could hammer pleasure into her body. She felt him swelling against her pussy walls, his already thick cock becoming even more so. Each thrust was forceful, a battering ram to her pussy, to her core, and she cried out again and again. Jeremy was grunting, groaning as he drove them both to orgasm. He couldn't savor her body; his only thought was more, more. Again and again he thrust into her until her eyes flew open and she arched up off the hood. Her pussy clamped around his cock and he groaned as his head went light and the blood surged to his balls. Even as her inner muscles started to relax, her cum enveloping him, his balls clenched and his cock pulsed. His own thick cum shot up into her. Sophie cried out, bucking under him, as he ejaculated once, and again, and again. He fell onto her, pinning her to the hood, as he emptied into her. She shuddered and went limp beneath him, her hands stroking up his back, curling in his hair. When he could breathe, Jeremy shifted back, sliding his spent cock free, then lifted himself on his elbows and gave her a cocky grin. "Mighty nice car, Miss Kendall," he drawled, "And a sweet little body to go with it." She returned the smile. "I guess you know your cars," she murmured, "And your favors." "I'd say you're paid in full, baby," he growled, nipping lightly at the corner of her mouth before giving her a kiss. "In fact, I might even owe you one." "I'll be happy to collect," she pressed a kiss to his jaw, then ran her tongue over his day's growth of beard. "I know exactly what I want."

Title: Double-Teaming Mel Tags: sister, group sex, threesome, one woman two men, two men one woman, double penetration, sandwich, mfm, mmf, hardcore There was something incredibly hot about having sex with Mel, my girlfriend Michelle's sister, that made me think about practically nothing else until I did it again. Michelle was still my favorite, and I had no intention to let Mel take her place or anything, but I had never been able to stay focused on one girl as it was. Michelle not only knew that fact but had suggested I bang her sister in the first place (though alcohol may have played a role). In fact, Michelle was in the next room over that first time I banged Mel, no doubt able to hear everything. Even so, I felt that luck was too good to be true, so the next time I hooked up with Mel, Michelle was none the wiser. I didn't want Michelle to think I was starting to favor her sister to her, so Mel and I agreed to keep it quiet this time. We both knew it was just a new, fun and brief infatuation that would pass, so we planned to simply ride it out. After I looked Mel up online, Mel and I met up less than two weeks after our first intercourse at the same location - her house - and didn't mince any words as soon as I arrived. Words, actually, escaped me the second I stepped into that welcoming kitchen again. Mel didn't say a word either, simply standing in the doorway to the hall. I had thought Mel was hot the day I met her just a little while ago, but this time she had raised the bar, likely because this time we were meeting specifically for sex while the last time it had just kind of happened. The 5'4" Italian babe smiled seductively at me, her bright brown eyes wide with excitement as her long, dark brown hair hung straight down to her shoulders. Plenty of her very tan skin was exposed as her thin, toned body was dressed in a short black miniskirt and a tight gray sleeveless top. Capping off the outfit were some pieces of jewelry and a pair of sexy black high heels which were backless and open-toe. "My sister has talked a little bit about what you like," she said slyly as I very obviously took in the outfit. The next few moments were a blur, but we ended up in Mel's bedroom upstairs with the only clothing between the two of us that didn't end up on the floor being a bracelet, a necklace the shoes (all on Mel, of course), per my request. The next thing I knew, we were in the bed, Mel on her hands and knees, facing me as I knelt in front of her and watched her take my cock in her mouth. "Shit, baby," I muttered as Mel bobbed her head back and forth, sucking as much of my cock as would fit in her mouth as she rubbed my balls, "you're so good at that." Mel grinned, pulling back her head and stroking my cock with her hand just long enough to say, "Whose blowjobs are better, mine or Shell's? I won't tell." There was something fantastically dirty about comparing one sister to the other. I was more than happy to play along. "I'd have to say yours," I said, probably being honest, though I may have just been caught up in the moment. "It's hard to say - I'll need a few more before I can really decide." Mel just grinned again and then went back to sucking my cock, this time sliding her head back and forth more quickly as she polished my knob. Her wet tongue pressed against the bottom of my cock while my shaft slid past those luscious lips over and over again, driving me wild and causing me to tilt my head back and moan. Meanwhile my hands traveled up Mel's sides, resting on her boobs for just a moment before grasping her hair and both sides and gently pulling. Mel administered one of the most wonderful blowjobs I'd had in a while for another minute or so until she pulled back and helped push me onto my back, my cock now pointing straight up in the air while Mel shifted over me. With her knees straddled on each side of my waist, Mel took my cock in one hand, balancing herself with her other hand on my stomach, and guided my stiff erection, slick with Mel's spit, into her pussy. Mel's sex hole was just as tight as I had remembered it, and, even though it was very wet from anticipation, it took a minute to push my thick cock all the way into the tight opening, making Mel and I even hornier as we were eager to start fucking. At last, Mel rocked herself all the way down to the base of my cock, the shaft now coated in Mel's vaginal secretions and ready to give my girlfriend's hot sister and I the fix we so desperately craved. Still on her knees, Mel began to slide up and down me right away, both of us moaning right from the start. My hands ran up Mel's knees to her waist while the slender brunette rocked her hot body up and down, over and over again, her hair and boobs swinging as she fucked me steadily as I held onto her. I think my cock got even harder inside Mel as her tight twat clung desperately to my phallus that went deep into Mel each time she came down on me. Each time we made eye contact, we laughed a bit from the joy of the pleasure we were feeling as well as the naughty feeling of fornicating apart from Michelle's knowledge. "Where does Shell think you are right now?" Mel said between breaths as she panted while sliding up and down me. "A friend's house," I panted back. "Well, that's not inaccurate," Mel said, pushing her hair out of her face and then putting her hand back on my waist. "I really don't think she'd mind if she knew what we were doing." "Maybe," I said, and then we went back to focusing on sex. After another moment, Mel shifted back, picking her feet up and planting her high heels on either side of my waist, her knees now pointing up in the air and her hands behind her back, balancing herself with her hands on my legs. Now being able to view Mel's entire body from her toes to her head, I was wild with lust and sunk my nails into her flesh just as she went back to rocking up and down me. Mel and I cursed in unison as she moved up and down, slapping her body against mine as she came down over and over again, hard and fast. Her hair and necklace swung around her neck, and her boobs jiggled up and down with the rhythm of her body's riding my cock until I reached up and squeezed her ample breasts, now holding them in place as she fucked me, coming down on my balls again and again. I let go of Mel's boobs and gripped her ankles instead, occasionally thrusting up into my newest friend but for the most part just watching her as she rode my stiff prick with impressive stamina. I noticed beads of sweat forming on her forehead and between her breasts as she remarkably kept up her pace, fucking me hard and taking my cock as deep inside her as she could. "Oh gosh," I moaned. "You and your sister really know how to fuck!" Mel laughed, letting out a loud exhale but not slowing down as her perfect body rocked mine. She didn't say a word but only continued to ride me with a big smile on her face. At last, Mel finally slowed down, coming to a stop and grinding on me instead as she took deep breaths. My hands wrapped even tighter around her ankles, just above her sexy high heels, as I too inhaled deeply. I had been approaching an orgasm and considering unloading inside my girlfriend's sister, but once Mel switched it up, I did my best to hold off my climax and instead keep up the hot sex. I suggested Mel get on her hands and knees, which she eagerly did, and I got back to my knees, setting up behind that lovely tan ass between those sexy legs and heels. Mel looked over at her shoulder at me, long strands of her dark brown hair falling in her face while she watched me spread her and then insert my cock back into that wet pussy. Mel's cunt felt so good that I couldn't control myself. "Oh fuck yeah, Mel!" I yelled, putting both hands on the girl's hips and thrusting my cock deep into her. I shouted some other encouragements to my new friend, who took it all in stride, lowering her head as she moaned and gripped the sheets below her tightly while I moved in and out of her. Before long, my balls were slapping against her clit as I pounded her doggystyle hard and fast, giving full vent to my lust. Mel rocked her body back and forth while I thrust in and out of her, both of us forcing my cock as deep inside her tight Italian body as possible. We were both sweating pretty hard now and moaning uncontrollably as our lovemaking was turning into a marathon session at this point. At one point, my hands slid down those sexy tan legs back to her ankles, and I held her there while she slammed back into me over and over and over again. Up until about a week ago, I had had no idea that Michelle had a sister who was such a good fuck. As it would turn out, up to this point, I still didn't really know. Mel and I finished off by getting Mel on her back, spreading her legs far apart and lifting her heels up in the air. I scooted up, resting one of Mel's ankles on my shoulder and allowing the other to wrap around my waist as I slipped my cock back into her wet twat. Once inside, I leaned forward, sinking all the way in, and put my hands on Mel's tits as I fucked her nice and hard. Mel closed her eyes briefly as I started to rail her some more, both of us moaning with pleasure. Grunting and panting as sweat poured down my face, I squeezed Mel's boobs hard and pounded her pussy, my balls slapping steadily against her taint as I ravished her beautiful body. Mel's hands ran up my arms, scratching my flesh as she took the steady pummeling. I thrust faster and faster, banging Mel harder and harder until I let go of her breasts and leaned over on top of her, letting the leg that had been draped over my shoulder fall down my arm and wrap around my back with her other leg, her ankles now crossed over each other behind me, her heels poking my back just a bit. I didn't mind; it kind of turned me on, actually. Mel wrapped her arms around my back, and, by impulse, I kissed my girlfriend's sister while I thrust in and out of her pussy over and over again as we were wrapped tightly together. Mel didn't seem to mind and, in fact, kissed me back with her limbs holding me tightly to her, our sweat mingling and my cock slamming in and out of her cunt all the harder until Mel, whose tongue was swirling past my lips, moaned into my mouth and at last came on my cock, her sweat-soaked body shuddering as she did. Her already tight pussy grew even more constricted around my member as she enjoyed her orgasm. Mel moaned deliberately at each of my thrusts during and after my orgasm, her eyes closed the whole time. When she did open them, I was still fucking her tight body to my heart's content. Her bright browns met my eyes, and she smiled and said, "Your turn." We had been fucking for almost an hour at this point, so I was ready to go at a moment's notice. "Where do you want it?" "Anywhere you want," Mel said with a devilish grin. I knew where I wanted it. "Even on your face?" I asked. Mel grinned. "Yes," she answered simply. With that exchanged, I really hammered Mel's pussy until my balls were ready to explode. I quickly pulled out, Mel panting as she relaxed her arms and legs and allowed me to get to my knees, hover over the sweaty bitch and briefly beat myself off as I pointed my swelling cock at that pretty face and prepared to unload. "That's it," Mel cooed. "Mmm, all over my fucking face." This girl was a goddess! With a loud moan, I erupted, spraying streak after streak of thick, hot cum all over Mel's smiling face, covering the bitch's cheeks, nose and forehead, even getting some around her eyes (though I tried not to) and a good amount in her hair, which was now matted with sweat as well. Once the last of my jizz was released, I took a deep breath, exhaled loudly and fell limply beside my new friend. With a satisfied sigh, Mel kicked off the shoes and stepped out of bed, grabbing some nearby tissues to wipe off the cum that was streaming down her face. I lie there dazed for a moment before I too got up to clean up and get dressed. Afterward, the night was still young, so Mel suggested meeting up with Michelle. Mel and I would go our separate ways first, though Mel insisted her sister wouldn't mind. As I was just about to go, Mel stopped me and said, "You know, your reputation precedes you." "What do you mean?" It turns out that, although I thought the depths of the depravity of some of my other sexual exploits were unknown to my girlfriend Michelle, some mutual friend had clued Michelle in, particularly regarding my experience with devil's threesomes and double penetration. While Michelle had, to this point, not brought up to me her knowledge of these preferences of mine, she had shamelessly done so with her sister. "Shell isn't too into that kind of stuff," Mel told me, "but I might be." My jaw must have hit the floor. A goddess, like I said. "Maybe you can get one of your friends to join us next time." I certainly did get a friend to join us. Within two weeks I was back at Mel's house, this time with my buddy Miles, who, upon seeing a picture of Mel, had instantly agreed to join me in double-teaming this sex demon. For this event, we met later into the night, and Mel went all out, wearing a tight little black dress and a pair of sexy red high heels along with a silver necklace and a couple bracelets. Again, she greeted us from the hall doorway, standing seductively and making me hard instantly. "Damn," Miles said. "Even better then in the pictures." After a couple drinks to help take the edge off, Miles and I followed the slender brunette up the stairs and into the bedroom. My heart was pounding louder than Mel's heels were clacking against each of the hardwood steps. The nerves I felt inside were for more than one reason. Not only was threesome sex always an exciting endeavor, teaming up on a particular girl for the first time only accentuated the build-up. Most of all, though, the fact that Miles and I were about to share my girlfriend's sister totally independent of Michelle's knowledge (as far as I knew, anyway) really had my energy pumping. It wasn't the first male-female-male threesome for Miles and not for me by a long shot, but it was Mel's first, which fact added extra anticipation for me. My past experience would be fortunate for Mel as I would be able to coach her through it and ensure we all had the most fun possible. Any type of sex, including threesomes - DP or otherwise - is more fun when everyone is into it and having a great time. Cutting to the chase, Miles and I helped the lady out of her dress and then quickly out of her underwear. Like the last time I had been with Mel, I requested that the heels and jewelry stayed on. Once we were all naked, it was time for sufficient foreplay to make sure Mel was as turned on as possible so she could welcome these two cocks. Needless to say, Miles and I were plenty turned on just from the sight of Mel sans her dress and underwear. We started the next phase of the evening by throwing Mel onto the bed, on her back. She giggled as we two men came up on her, I between her legs and Miles near her head. Mel looked first down at me and spread her legs wide, lifting them up so that her heels were pointing to the ceiling. Her pussy was now in plain view and already glistening with the anticipation of what was about to ensue. Meanwhile, Miles began to massage Mel's boobs before leaning down and putting his mouth on her nipples. Mel giggled as Miles sucked in her tits, but it was my mouth's contact with her cunt that elicited the louder noise, making Mel moan with delight as I began to eat her out. We boys spent a good, long time orally attending to Mel's erogenous zones, I occasionally working a finger or two into play, so that, by the end of our foreplay, Mel was squirming uncontrollably and begging us to fuck her. Next, we got Mel on her hands and knees while we knelt on either end of her. I really wanted to start with another one of those awesome blowjobs, so I had Mel's head near my cock, which by now was aching for attention, and allowed Miles the pleasure of going right to work to break Mel's pussy in for the vigorous exercise it was in for tonight. Almost immediately, we were each sinking our respective dick into either end of this petite, toned babe, who was moaning softly around my prick as is slid in deeper and deeper, approaching her throat. Miles and I cursed and moaned from the sensations of split-roasting Mel and grabbed onto the woman as we both partook of her. Miles held tightly to Mel's ass and thrust in and out of her pussy, slowly at first but quickly building up steam. I, meanwhile, held onto her head and stayed still, letting Miles's thrusting into the other end of Mel push her forward and back, causing her wet tongue and lips to slide from the tip of my cock to the base and back again, over and over. As Miles rocked her harder, Mel reached up with both hands and held onto my hips, clutching me to keep herself held up and fastened on my dick as she sucked it while getting pushed onto it again and again. Miles appeared to be having no shortage of enjoyment fucking the girl he'd just met, slapping her ass and digging his nails into her toned, tanned flesh while he railed her at one end. I just sighed and moaned with delight while Mel clung to me and continued to suck me as I held onto her head and occasionally pulled her hair. We were having so much fun in just that setup that we didn't even both switching Mel around until it was time for the main course. Once in a while, I would pull out of Mel's mouth and slap her face playfully with my dick to let her catch her breath. On one such occasion, as Mel continued to thrust forward from Miles's powerful pounding at the other end, her hair flying into her face back and forth and her tits swinging as well, Mel put her hands back on the mattress and, looking up at me with longing eyes, said, "Do you want to try a Mel sandwich?" "Hell yes," I said, indicating to Miles to let up. Once Miles desisted from fucking Mel, he got on his back, and Mel, still clad in her jewelry and high heels, climbed up on him and straddled him, using her own hand to guide his cock back into her pussy. Miles left his hands at his sides for now as he let Mel slide down on him, both of them moaning as their bodies joined together again. I watched on with untamed lust, both from watching my girlfriend's sexy hot sister taking a dick again and also anticipating getting to fuck her ass very soon in a double penetration sandwich. Miles and Mel stayed relatively still as they waited for me to join, though Mel softly ground on Miles once he was balls-deep in her. Then I, after lubing up plenty, knelt behind the couple, jacking myself off and preparing to enter that lovely ass. Miles took the cue to spread Mel's ass nice and wide for me, and Mel looked over her shoulder to watch as I got ready to give her first double penetration. As I inched closer, I could see and hear that Mel was inhaling deeply and was trying to relax in an effort to maximize the pleasure of this taboo experience. My eyes darted between Mel's face peering over her shoulder and my cock pressing against that open asshole, just above where Miles's cock was stuffed firmly inside Mel's pussy. With one hard push, the tip of my penis penetrated Mel's asshole, causing the bitch to suddenly lunge a little closer toward my buddy beneath her and cry out from the increased pressure inside her. Focused, I slid forward, sinking deeper and deeper into Mel until, at last, my balls rested on her taint, just above where my friend was penetrating the same girl. Mel took some deep breaths and cried out with a noise that was difficult to distinguish as pleasure or pain. Perhaps it was both, as the girl undoubtedly was swelling with sensations that were brand new to her. Attempting to ease my lady friend into the new experience as much as possible, I ran my hands gently up and down her back and sides as Miles and I slowly ground our engorged cocks inside Mel's tight little sex holes, preparing to give the girl just what she asked for. "Just let me know when you're ready," I whispered into Mel's ear as I leaned slightly forward. "OK," Mel whimpered, still adjusting to the new positioning. Then she smiled and said, "This is so fucking hot!" as if to reassure me that she didn't regret her decision to let two guys fuck her simultaneously. I smiled back at her and pulled myself up just a bit, taking the opportunity to gaze at Mel's sexy body, from her luscious hair down to her perfect ass, even sneaking a peek at her stuffed pussy and asshole that neighbored her stretched-out taint. That sight never ceased to drive me wild. After a couple minutes of easing into this sandwich, Mel encouraged us to carry on, and we did so without hesitation. I pulled back first, and as soon as I thrust forward again, Miles pulled out of Mel's pussy, only to sink in again each time I pulled back. Like a well-oiled machine, Miles and I went to work on Mel's sexy body, and, before long, we were sawing in and out of her firmly and steadily. As Miles and I found our rhythm, I put my hands on Mel's shoulders and lowered my body down on top her, getting a good scent of her hair as we boys really sandwiched her. Mixing with the smell of the girl's hair was the ever increasing sweat forming on all our bodies and the odor of sex emanating from Mel's tight little holes as Miles's and my cocks plunged in and out of them faster and faster as we all grew accustomed to our activity. Respectfully, Miles and I waited for Mel to urge us to go faster or harder before we did so. Whenever she asked for it, we would give it to her in just that way, always maintaining our synchronization of taking turns inside her. As the double-penetration sex progressed, Mel clearly grew more and more comfortable. Her noises became louder as we fucked her faster and faster like pistons going in and out of her. Her cries indicated increasing pleasure, much to my delight. My nails sank deep into the flesh on her shoulders as I thrust deep and hard into her asshole, which was wonderfully tight around my cock. I could feel Miles moving in and out of the same chick underneath us, our pricks separated by just the membrane that defined Mel's two holes. In and out, back and forth, over and over, Miles and I fucked our respective sex hole in this beautiful bitch, giving her the time of her life as I held tightly to her, keeping her pinned helplessly in this delicious sex sandwich. Again, we were all so caught up in the moment that we never even bothered to switch up positions. Miles and I kept Mel sandwiched between us for what felt all too short but was probably actually close to half an hour of taking turns thrusting into her. Still, with all the raunchy sensations around us, including the thick, hot air, the smell of sex, the feeling of our sweat's dripping and mingling together all joined with the sound of balls' slapping against Mel's taint and the wild creaking of the bed beneath us, it took a lot of stamina and determination to hold off an orgasm. Once Miles and I succeeded in bringing Mel to a screaming - and I mean screaming - orgasm, we could hold off our own climaxes no longer. Mel held onto the sheets beneath her with a death grip as she raised her head between our two thrusting male bodies and shrieked with intense pleasure as she came all over her new friend's cock that was pounding her pussy, aided by my own member that was relentlessly screwing her ass. Perhaps delirious, Mel finished by saying, "Cum on my face, both you." She panted a bit as she did, her breasts heaving. "It's the only perfect way to end this." In total agreement, Miles and I removed ourselves from that hot body and helped Mel to the floor, her high heels clacking loudly on the hard wood as she squatted beside the bed. Miles and I hopped onto the floor on either side of Mel, who reached up to rub our balls while we stroked our cocks and pointed them at her grinning face. Those bright eyes of hers darted back and forth between the two phalluses until, in the best way possible to end this threeway, Miles and I came on her at almost the same time. Mel closed her eyes as soon as my cum shot out from my cock and caught her right cheek, just before Miles came, first on her forehead. Mel's fingers' caressing my balls made the joy of cumming on her face all the more enjoyable, and I watched on with utter disbelief and satisfaction as Miles and I coated her entire face, from her forehead down to her chin, with thick spurt after thick spurt of hot jizz. Those pearly white teeth of Mel's shone through the whole time as our man juice plastered and dripped down her pretty face. Once I was finished unloading on Mel, my knees gave out, and I had to rest on the bed. Mel stood up, wiping the cum from her eyes and still grinning as the mess was starting to drip down her neck and approach her boobs. We all had to take a breather for a minute before we boys helped Mel get cleaned up. Once Mel was set, we all got dressed and headed downstairs, as it was getting late now, and Miles and I needed to call it a night and go to our separate homes. However, I was in for one more shocking surprise as I reached the bottom of the stairs. "Sounds like you guys had a lot of fun." It was Michelle, whom I had thought had no knowledge of what had transpired here. My heart stopped when I heard her voice as soon as her petite body came into view in the living room. "When's my turn?"

So she waited, grimacing as the words “like a good girl” flashed through her head. Normally she’d be more than happy to employ them, but given the circumstances, she was certain her host family was thinking just that, and not in the good way either, leaving her with a foul taste in her mouth and a serious need to kick something down only to then rebuild it stronger than before. It was a habit; unfortunately, there were people in the way, which made it slightly more complicated. She had to spend a good hour standing there, wondering whether she’d just been forgotten about, and even then they didn’t even open the door. Rather, the manservant outside informed her that she was welcome to “demonstrate” her abilities by moving in through the keyhole, which Mina found somewhat insulting; it wasn’t as if she could just turn her body into a squeezed-up tube, she just went through the door! Rolling her eyes, the Growlithe did just that, not-closing the door behind her as she found herself standing in front of a couple of Arcanines, each one a fraction of her size. In that moment, Mina noticed two things: firstly, the home around her was significantly bigger than its supposed inhabitants needed it to be. Secondly, all the decorations were more or less glued to ground level, leaving a substantial amount of walls barren, and informing her as to why the whole place was as immense as it was… though, to be fair, the looks of expectant excitement stamped on the faces of her hosts were more than enough for Mina to know where things were headed, and certainly enough for her to start shaking her head and snorting as she realised what kind of tricks Harris’ mother had pulled. Elsewhere, Lee was weighing his options and wondering whether he would be able to avoid any serious insult if he backed off at that exact moment. He’d agreed to a meeting under the assumption that it would be at least somewhat official, stuffy even: he’d sit down in a room with a bunch of deities who would all, presumably, want him to concede a great deal, then negotiations would begin and probably last for a couple of hours before the paperwork exchange began. That’s how it always happened, that’s how it was supposed to happen… so for him to instead be facing down three Abras who were very clearly more interested in him as a body than him as an individual and friend of Mina was, if nothing else, illustrative. Of course it would turn out like this. How could it not? He’d known Harris for years and had already been introduced to his mother; much as the Alakazam might’ve spent a large amount of time and mental resources convincing himself that those two were “special” in some way, that they weren’t representative of most of the divine order, he always knew deep down that he had no evidence to prove that. Maybe they were unique… or, perhaps, the gods were all horndogs and he’d just walked into a trap without realising it. Even so, he was going to do his best to get through the meeting with as little interruptions as possible, and as little overt lewdness as he could manage. There’d be ripped cloth, sure, but he was sure that he could maintain a certain amount of decency between himself and his three hosts… even if one of them was practically topless by then. The daughter, somewhere around his age if his eyes weren’t mistaken, had taken to bloating up her tits to the point where they were more or less just on the table, the same way a feast would be. Why he thought of them in those terms was anyone’s guess, but Lee wasn’t about to spend any time thinking about it… … mostly because the father, who looked just as infatuated with the Alakazam as the other two at their side, had nearly toppled the table over thanks to how big his package had become. Couple that with (who Lee presumed was) his wife repeating their daughter’s stunt and making their chest swell up until there was barely any room, and the visitor was left wondering just what exactly he’d walked into. He wanted to ask what the problem was, but knew better: he knew that, the moment he opened his mouth, he’d have a nipple shoved inside of it or something as ridiculous as that. “You know, it’s not every day we get someone like yourself around here,” the patriarch spoke up, sparing Lee the need to do so himself, “and I will say, if we’d known that they were sending us a specimen such as yourself, we’d have tidied up a bit more!” Lee didn’t know whether to take that as a compliment, insult, or some condescending mixture of both. He decided upon nodding and smiling, figuring that was the best way to deal with all three options, and getting a couple of creaking growth spurts for his troubles. “Why, he is quite handsome, isn’t he?” the mother responded, openly licking her lips as she stared up at Lee, breasts swelling all the while, “Almost reminds me of you when you were still at his stage. Honestly, I don’t know why you don’t stick with it more often, I mean… look at him.” “I get to go first!” the daughter cut through, jumping off of her seat and leaning forward onto the already-creaking table, causing the poor thing to start cracking audibly under the weight of a pair of milktanks that were very audibly filling up, “No one gets a chunk of the professor until I’m done with him~!” Well, he couldn’t say he was surprised. Hell, he could hardly say he hadn’t expected something like that; in Lee’s head, it only made sense that he be sent out to the one divine family with a thing for professor types, because obviously his mate Harris would never allow him to have a moment’s rest when it came to doing their job. Of course he’d end up in the one place that would enable his own fantasies, because this was Harris, and the Espeon was nothing if not a giddy enthusiast of indulging people even when they themselves knew better than to do so. Then again, he couldn’t really complain, not when he had a captive audience who wanted him to go nuts and play into the role. Why, he could already feel his clothes becoming tighter as his own control began to falter, his body growing and bulking up the more aroused he became, becoming more aroused the bigger he turned out to be. Wouldn’t take long before the first rips and tears appeared, and from there it was a short trip over to open debauchery. In sharp contrast, Harris himself was still sitting on his wide chair, staring down the two Umbreons he had in front of him. They hadn’t said a word to him in five minutes, and he didn’t see why he should be the one to break the ice; if anything, they were the ones who wanted the meeting to happen, so they should take the first step and put their cards on the table. Plus, the longer the silence went on, the more time the Espeon had to crack through their defences. It was, perhaps, impolite for him to even try, but if the gods were going to be so obtuse as to actually propose that Mina was a threat, then all bets were off. If they chose to make a statement as absurd as that one, then Harris figured he owed them a lesson on humility; if they believed themselves so superior that no one should rise up to their level unless they allowed it, then it was his job to remind them that they weren’t nearly as powerful as they assumed they were. Take those two Umbreon in front of him, for example. Dark types, with some divinity sprinkled on top for good measure. Typically, one would expect them to be highly resistant to psychic intrusion, perhaps even immune given their status; Harris happened to know that the couple was old, old enough to have seen the multiverse when it was still young and not nearly as ordered as it had been before the collapse. They were among the most respected members of the divine hierarchy, and if not for their penchant for being rabidly reactionary, would likely be called up for their opinion more often. They thought themselves paragons of the old order, unassailable, and unconquerable by any and all. Which made it so much easier for Harris to backdoor his way into their minds without them realising it. Truly, the best enemy to fight against was the one who believed themselves undefeatable. They did absolutely ridiculous things like simply not preparing for an attack, or indeed being on the lookout for one; if no one could take them on, then it stood to reason they shouldn’t ever bother spending any amount of time or resources in holding an hypothetical invader at bay! Harris thus had to try his best not to smirk like an idiot as he wormed his way into the minds of the two Umbreon, all while keeping a straight posture and appearing as if he was participating in their staring contest. Occasionally, he’d sense some measure of resistance, but this was easily squashed, easily enough that his hosts didn’t take note of it happening at all. Maybe he’d flinch, maybe he’d have to readjust himself in his seat, but Harris had had enough “meetings” like that one to know how to disguise these movements as something more innocuous. The main goal was to keep pretending like he wasn’t breaking down mental barriers in the most literal way imaginable; then he could work on getting through to his hosts in a way that actually mattered. In the meantime, his ass had to keep growing. Or, more specifically, he had to start letting it spill out. This was non-negotiable, as the Espeon was not going to just sit in a chair and not burst out of it; what was this, amateur hour? If the Umbreon couple gave him a place to sit, then they should’ve expected him to outgrow it immediately; that he didn’t was less a mark of dominance on their part and far more a show of respect and restraint on his… but now, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to keep pretending. Now he just wanted to make his ass big enough to flatten the pillows underneath it. And the chair. And part of the flooring as well. All without actually moving, of course; his torso had to remain in the same position throughout, purely to show off what minute and precise level of control he had over his body, and how thoroughly outmatched his hosts were. Not his cock though. That one was going to stay the way it was until the dams broke and the two nice old folks in front of him gave up trying to pretend they were in control and started begging for it instead. Then he’d make that beast of a shaft blow out of its containment field and right into the outside world, but not a moment too soon; in fact, maybe he’d avoid needing to do that at all, saving up all of it for Lee… whenever they got back from their assignment, probably covered in spunk and milk from head to toe. The same thoughts graced Mewtwo as she wobbled up the driveway that led to her hosts’ home, a palatial estate located within the centre of a young nebula, alight with stars in their early stages of formation. A curious place to plop a house down, and quite likely a deliberate attempt at intimidating her, for all the good that would do its occupants. Slightly harder to walk with all the boob she had in front of herself, but still, she had an appointment, and she wasn’t one to arrive late. Quite the contrary, as her host family had been expecting her to show up a couple of hours later, after everyone else involved with Mina had their meetings wrap up and the data could be compiled and used against the deity seen as responsible for the whole sequence of events leading up to said meetings being needed in the first place. Mewtwo, on the other hand, had no intention of operating on anyone else’s schedule, nor was she going to sit around waiting for ammunition to be made just so it could be fired at her. Thus, she walked up the driveway, ignoring the twinkling stars on all sides of her, keeping the tray of cookies atop her cavernous cleavage for all to see… the cookies, of course, not the cleavage; the latter was already obvious, Mewtwo would’ve been shocked to find out her hosts weren’t expecting her to show up dressed like that. Hell, she went out of her way to knock on the door using her tits rather than her hands as well, though by that point, one could see that more as a necessity than anything else. It was easy enough to impose herself, not so easy to do so while still maintaining goodwill. Divine politics were a bore half the time and frustrating to the point of madness for the other half, and navigating the byzantine corridors of it without losing one’s mind was a nearly insurmountable task even for most of the gods themselves. Very few of them even tried, hence why power had slowly gravitated into the hands of those with the patience and power to play the Game… and Mewtwo, who had the raw power and attraction needed to serve as a proverbial monkey wrench in everyone’s plans purely by showing up and being herself. They couldn’t technically deny a polite request to meet a specific family. They couldn’t tell her that a perfectly reasonable and well-elaborated argument was wrong just because it was inconvenient for the non-Mina side; or rather, they could, but to do so they’d have to give something up in return as per divine protocol, and the cost would be too great for whatever gain they’d get from calling Mewtwo’s bluff. This carried on for quite a long while, after which deliberation finally reached the conclusion that it was better to grin, bear it, and hope that the two hosts picked for Harris’ mother could withstand her assault for long enough not to succumb to the allure of… well, her. Wishful thinking at the best of times. As the door creaked open and Mewtwo walked inside, making short work of the frame and walls when she chose not to squeeze herself through via dimensional distortion, she already had the biggest smile on her face: the battle had been won in the backstage days prior, and this, this “meeting” as the other gods insisted on calling it, was nothing if not a formality, nothing if not theatre… and, if that was the case, there was no reason not to enjoy herself with some quality entertainment. Hence, when she made her way through the estate, she did so in a very literal fashion: no shortcuts, no teleporting, Mewtwo walked all the way from the front door down to the dining hall, where her hosts were waiting for her. Plenty of damage was left in her wake: pottery knocked over, sections of the house flooded when she accidentally squeezed her tits too much, sections of the house flooded when she “accidentally” squeezed her tits too much, even the odd wall being taken down whenever she tripped on her produce and needed support from a hard surface. In any other circumstance, this would’ve been seen as a gross violation of hospitality and grounds for Mewtwo to be kicked out, but she knew the inhabitants of that estate better than anyone else, and knew full well they were chomping at the bit to see her make an entrance. They’d never admit it: a pair of Blazikens that wielded power unimaginable, the very essence of the stars at their fingertips, falling for such an easy trick? Why, that’d be scandalous if it were true, hence why it couldn’t be… at least not outside those walls. Within them, their little secrets could be allowed out, if only for the shortest of times, if only for the most select of guests. Within those walls, they could afford to let Mewtwo know just what they thought of her and her “gifts”, just how eagerly they were awaiting her; she could hear them before she saw them, openly begging for her to get closer while trying to sound like they weren’t half as desperate as they truly were, both of them bringing the heat up the more their visitor approached the centre of the estate. By the time Mewtwo arrived at the door, she was sweating like she was in a sauna, and, in many respects, she absolutely was. But that was the point, wasn’t it? To drive her host’s need and arousal up to such an extent that they stopped worrying about keeping themselves under control and chose to do something stupid, like allow their body temperature to rise to such heights that their own home began to suffer. Like openly drooling when they saw the doors open wide and Mewtwo walk in, slorshing so aggressively that it was almost superimposed on the unashamed moaning coming from both Blaziken. Like getting up from their seats only to almost immediately throw themselves onto their visitor, no care nor concern for what she might think of such a course of action. Of course, Mewtwo didn’t care. She had them right where she wanted them. Mina, in sharp contrast, didn’t quite know what to do with her two hosts. Not only were they full Arcanines, creating a certain element of awkwardness where she had no clue whether or not this was a deliberate choice, but they seemed very… attached. Far more so than she expected them to be, actually; the Growlithe had gone in expecting to be treated so coldly that her own warmth would be dampened, but all it took was her coming through the “door” for both of the gods below her to throw themselves at her pawbs and start openly rubbing them. It wasn’t new by any means; she was quite used to people doing that, and in fact had more often than not encouraged others to make good use of her softness. It was part of the process, and who was she to deny the world a body that had been made to specification to improve others’ lives? But there, in the halls of divinity itself, it just felt… off. To a certain extent, Mina wanted to feel like there was some kind of difference, for no other reason than because she felt like there should be; the thought that the gods themselves were no different from mortals opened a great deal of cans of worms that she had no intention of ever touching. Yet, there was very little to differentiate between when a random mortal like herself climbed onto her, and when those two did the same. In fact, it felt very much the same, which was just really awkward as far as Mina was concerned: surely, if she was there to discuss her future employment and potential divine association, there should be a modicum of respect for decency, shouldn’t there? Unless Harris and his mother had set the whole thing up as one long and convoluted scheme to take over the bureaucracy through sheer horny, but that was just silly; Harris hated paperwork. No, it stood to reason that the simplest explanation was that her own body had, unfortunately, reached a point where it overwhelmed even the senses of the gods themselves, which was… not good. If she was already on thin ice for her attempted “usurpation” of the “divine order”, then goodness knew what was going to happen when word spread that her presence was enough to make even the deities themselves lose control of their libidos; she’d be on the chopping block faster than she could raise a finger to protest, and then she’d be forced to actually retaliate, and then things would get ugly. They couldn’t really do anything to her, but that didn’t mean she was just going to stand there and take it if the gods decided to move on her. Push came to shove, Mina was reasonably sure she knew what was best for the little ones down on the mortal plane, and if there was a choice between herself and no gods, and just the gods alone… well, she didn’t think it was too prideful to choose the former. Harris’ mom excluded, she was a good one. And probably about half of the hierarchy as well, Mina couldn’t really blame the bureaucrats. Honestly, most of it would probably be fine by her reckoning? It wasn’t as if corrupt oligarchies were the fault of people just trying to get by without having their heads rolling. No, the problem was people like those two Arcanines, who had usurped power for themselves and were now apparently terrified that someone might show up and take it from them. Yet, at the same time, were more than happy to make good use of her whenever it was most convenient, which was nothing if not insulting. On the other hand… Mina sighed. She did want to feel insulted, since at least then she believed she had some reason for that to be the case; in fact, the Growlithe was certain that she had every right to be offended at the way she was being treated, but looking down at the two “gods” now snuggling underneath her pawpads, how could she be mad? They were just like the precious little ones she left behind: cold, and in desperate need of a warm hug by a warm giantess who had nothing but love for them. Maybe that’s why they held onto their positions so fiercely: they were just terrified of the idea of chaos and disorder, and had convinced themselves that only they could prevent the universe from falling into disrepair again. After all, had it all not fallen to pieces already? Did they not have to spend an inordinate amount of aeons putting it back together before conventional life could even exist at all? It was only natural that they see someone like herself as dangerous, a potential hotspot for a new universal meltdown, if not a multiversal one. She knew better, of course, but how could she expect others to do the same? Mina looked down at herself, and for the first time in what felt like years, she tried to do so from someone else’s perspective. It was difficult, being as used to her absurd levels of excess as she was, but every once in a while, it broke through to her: that she wasn’t normal. Mina wasn’t an idiot. She knew, better than anyone else, that what she did was far beyond what anyone else could, gods included, and there was a very good reason for the divinities “above” her to be so afraid of what she was capable of. But, having to live with herself for years and years, it had just faded into the background; it became harder to think of what she did as anything other than normal, even if, objectively, she knew it wasn’t. But it was her responsibility to deal with the consequences of her actions, and if this meant putting up a reasonable defence for her continued service, then she’d just have to come up with one. Well, as soon as those in charge of hearing it were done frolicking within her cleavage. Pulling them out from it would just be downright rude.

Title: Yiffstar High: Orientation by Cys Life Tags: Highschool, Intro, M/F, M/M Welcome to Yiffstar High, I'm Cy! Unlike any other story, this one is completely interactive! All the characters I introduce will be created by YOU, the readers. Enroll yourselves with a simple e-mail, and see your character's story play out within my school! This first chapter is orientation, giving you a glimpse of the world I intend to create within the walls of Yiffstar High. Gender, species, sexuality, no discriminations will exist within these walls. If you like what you see, please enroll, send me a brief e-mail saying you want in at [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) and I'll hit you right back with all the specifications I'll need to write you in! So welcome to Yiffstar High, and I hope to see you here for enrollment soon! \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ After 15 minutes of building up your confidence, you step out of your car slowly. With a nervous twitch of a paw you glance up nervously at your new school. Whether your a transfer or a new freshman, the first day at a new school always seems to bring the same butterflies to your stomach, and the same chill down your spine. Glancing at your reflection in the window of your car, you fix your hair nervously and put one paw in front of the other on your way toward the giant glass doors that the other students are streaming through. The first thing that catches your eye is the diversity. Students of all species and looks are striding through the doors ahead of you. To your shock you even spot several humans, but hey, the brochure had said, "A place unlike any other." Stumbling slightly at the top step, glancing about with a nervous smile, but shockingly no-one laughs. Fixing your backpack, you take the few short steps through the doors, as they close behind you a new chapter in your life begins to unfold. "Hey there quick feet!" a voice jeers from your right. Your ears fold back slightly, "So someone did see me trip..." you think to yourself. Turning to face him your eyes widen slightly as a handsome fox bounces up to you playfully. "Sorry," he says, ears drooping slightly, "as usual I try to be funny and suck..." he reaches a paw behind his head, scratching it nervously. Despite the initial shock you allow yourself a faint trace of a smile. "A-HA!" he yips excitedly his ears darting back up, "I saw that! The name's Cy... Cy Leer." he says extending his black paw. "Hello.." you murmur. "Hello to you!" he replies, "Don't want to tell me your name? No problem you can fill me in later." he says with a quick wink. "You're excused from classes your first day, so why don't you let me show you around!" Cy grabs your paw quickly and starts pulling you down the hall. As you pass classrooms you glance in, catching quick peeks at vast amounts of furs seemingly enjoying their class time. "Wierd..." you think to yourself. "Yiffstar High can be a dangerous place if your not prepared!" yips Cy excitedly, letting go of your paw and spinning to face you. "I hope your not too reserved...." You glance at him slightly puzzled, he seems to catch on immediately. "Observe," he says, turning to a door to his left, "The student lounge." Cy places a paw on the door and pushes it open quickly. You can't help but give a small gasp as the door reveals an attractive male wolf, mounting an extremely pretty female rabbit. "Hello Tirice, Maria." Cy laughs. "Fuck Cy," says the wolf as he continues his quick thrusts, the rabbit moaning gently, "you can at least knock or something..." "Yeah you d-d-dick," moans the rabbit, her bare breasts pulsing with every thrust Tirice gives her, "either get on or get out!" she adds with a mischievous grin. "Have fun!" says Cy, pushing your jaw closed and grabbing your paw to pull you into the hall again. "See what I mean?" he asks playfully as he closes the door. "You'll come to see," he says pulling you down a wide hall, lined with lockers on one side, and billboards on the other, "that we don't tend to discriminate here. Species, sexuality, likes, dislikes, there's always someone to be friends with here, and hey if worst comes to worst, I'll be your friend!" Cy gives you his toothy smile once more, "I know that I'm the last person you'd want to be stuck with, but hey, beggars can't be choosers right?" Cy opens a door quickly pulling you inside, flicking on a light he reveals two felines, a tall handsome tiger, and a short well built Lynx, both dressed solely in a school football jersey. You catch a quick glimpse of the larger Male thrusting into the smaller before they roll off the table an out of sight. "Jerry!? Todd!?" Cy laughs in his infectious way, "Since when were you guys off the straight train?" "Cy you prick," laughs who you assume to be Jerry, "You scared the shit out of us, you mind turning off the lights and leaving so we can finish up?" "Sure thing guys," chuckles Cy pulling you toward the door and flicking the lights, "I'm throwing a party next weekend when my parents go outta town. You two better be there, there'll be plenty of drinks and privacy if you catch my drift. I'm sure I can reserve you two a room with no risk of interruptions." Cy flashes a quick smile before closing the door and ruffling his slightly messy hair. "You can never stop getting surprised here," he sighs, "but why would you want that anyway?" he says hitting your arm playfully. "Hey Cy!" a voice echoes down the hall. Glancing up you catch a glimpse of a Hugon racing toward you. You stare in astonishment as he comes up, giving Cy a quick high five and a pat on the back before turning to you. He stands roughly six feet tall, seemingly a Husky but with many key differences. You stare at his face quickly, catching a glimpse of two eyes, one Canine, and the other dragon-like. His midnight black fur parts only along his spine, where spikes run from his head to the bottom of his back. He gives a set of wings a brief flap, pulling them comfortably into place again. "This is Tristian," Cy says with a smile, patting the Hugon on the back. Tristian takes a step forward and extends a paw toward you, "Tristian VonEksa," he says somewhat shyly, "it's a pleasure!" You shake his paw softly, surprised by his gentle, and charming demeanor. "This ones kinda cute," he says, glancing over at Cy, "make sure Cy shows you the way to Epic, that's the club I work at. Just find me there and I'll be sure to hook you up with anything you need." Tristian gives you another smile before turning and slapping Cy's paw again. "Catch you later Cy," he says, "Hope to see you around newbie." he shouts over his shoulder as he turns off into a staircase. "I've known Tristian since I first came here," says Cy, "he's one of the ones you gotta keep an eye on." Cy gives you a toothy grin, placing his arm around your shoulder and walking you back to the front doors. As you reach the parking lot once more Cy removes his arm from your shoulder, turning to face the school. "This!" he says happily, spreading his arms wide, "Is Yiffstar High! Every student here has a tale to tell. This is the place where anyone who wants their own legend can come! Stories unlike any other are sure to unfold within this terrific school. So what do you say?" Cy turns to face you with a smirk, "You think you can handle it?" \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ So do you want in? If so be sure to give me a shout at [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)! I'll give you an e-mail back with the info I need to get your character in the series... Hope to see you around ^^

Title: London Flats: London Need by Rath Tags: Feline, German Shepherd, M/M, Massage, Masturbation Part 2) London Need \=================================================== Blair woke up in his new home, stretching his entire body lazily, starting by curling his paws into the sheets, arching his back, tail standing straight up and out, before letting his chest fall back to the bed, his claws flexing a little into the cotton sheets as he yawned, his tail swishing a little. Curling up in a ball in the middle of the bed, Blair opened his pale, pale blue eyes, looking curiously at the clock. Let's see, he thought. Asher is probably knocked out still, he mused, his stomach making it very clear that it was hungry and would not wait for its owner to contemplate whether or not to walk through the flat nude or not. Slowly, Blair sat up and stretched again, popping his shoulders as he pulled his arms straight above him and yawned again before padding across the vanilla looking carpet to his door. Taking a cautionary peek around his doorframe, the stealthy feline pressed himself against the wall, ready to bolt into one of the other rooms at a movement's notice. His eyes darted warily at the door that he found out yesterday lead to the bedroom of a very sexy white German Sheperd with eyes as green as poison, and hair that looked like silk tinsel, it was so shiny. This canine was also his new roommate, and hopefully, his new friend, seeing as it would be difficult to share the flat with him if it was otherwise. Taking one more glance at it, the feline strode down the hallway confidently, making his way to the beautiful kitchen. The cat smiled and closed his eyes before entering, coming through the doorway with an exaggerated twirl that made him bump into something very solid, very furry, and very pissed. Blair flattened his ears as his eyes snapped open and were meet by those piercing eyes of his roomie. Taking a step back, Blair glanced at the floor before looking at the canine again, noticing he too wasn't wearing any clothing but was holding what seemed to be a shot glass but a little bigger above his head, obviously trying to not spill its contents. "I'm sorry, I should have been paying attention, I thought you would be asleep still. Not that I would know, because I've never lived with you before, but most of my other shared apartments, the furs didn't wake up until 9... hey, what's that?" Blair said, trying to shift Asher's attention off of him and onto whatever liquid he was holding. Asher looked at one of the cabinets, as if thinking of a good answer to something he obviously didn't want to answer. Finally, he looked back into those chilling blue eyes and lowered his arms slowly, mumbling out his answer. "It's just a muscle relaxer," the German Shepard mumbled, looking at Blair a little worriedly. Blair tilted his ears forward before taking a quick step forward, getting a whiff of the unknown drink before taking a step back, disgust showing on his face before he could control his emotions. "I didn't know a muscle relaxer smelled like vodka..." Blair took another step back, unable to hide his complete disgust at the thought that anyone could drink this early in the beautiful morning. Asher was looking down at the drink that had moments ago beckoned his poor parched body and now he saw that he was just that weak. Growling, hating himself for his weakness, he poured the liquid down the drain and set the glass in the empty sink, looking at the feline before him. Blair was giving him a half smile, his face saying that he was glad that the liquid was where it belonged - down the drain. To Asher, it seemed like confession time. " I'm... well, I have a bit of a drinking problem - I'm not an alcoholic," the canine was quick to add, as the feline's ears began to flatten back again. " I just... I just have these situations I'm always in, always getting disappointed and -and I just need some help." Asher sighed and hung his head, his shoulders slumping in silent defeat, waiting for the disgust to come flying at him; waiting for it to cut him to ribbons. All he felt was the air shift, not even hearing the feline move behind him, until he felt those smaller paws moving up and down his back, hearing the faint purring as Blair massaged his back lightly before pulling away. He smiled a sad little smile, his green eyes drowning instead of solid and uncaring as the sleek gray cat took his paw. "If you want a muscle relaxer, why don't you go and slip some shorts on and I'll slip some clothes on and come give you a massage. Want to do it in your room or mine?" Blair watched amazement fill the dog's eyes as a grin split across his dark face, his blue eyes like dancing flames, warming the Shepard. Asher cleared his throat a little before pulling his paw out of Blair's and spoke. "Mine." Asher watched, uncertainty curling through every ever corner of his body as he watched the graceful cat smile and slink off, his movements like liquid as he disappeared around the corner and down the hall. Looking back at the empty glass in the sink, Ash made his way slowly to his bedroom, closing it and looking around the hush of his bedroom. It's so plain compared to rest of the house, he thought in silent dismay. Sighing, the Shepard walked across the room, standing to one side as he opened his closet, some boxes tumbling dangerously close to his feet. Digging a little into the boxes, he produced a pair of cut off jeans, slipping them on without underwear, not caring because that stud of cat would never see if he was or not. He was as straight as a pin - right? Pushing the boxes back into their usual disarray, he heard a gently knock at one of the two doors leading to the room. "Just a sec," he called, closing the closet door as quickly as possible before Blair said anything about how untidy he was. That riled him a little. He was not cleaning up for a boyfriend; it's just his roommate. In defiance against the part of him that wanted the place to look good for the slim feline, he opened the door and let a few boxes fall out, pulling a few more boxes tumbling down, creating a mess before walking to open the door he had heard the knock emanate from. Blair stood there, hands behind his back, allowing the Shepard an uninterrupted view, which he took. Blair was taller than him by at least an inch, not including the tip of his ears. His coat was one solid, silky color, as if he had been dipped into the gorgeous grey color, even his tail not stained by the usual white tip. His eyes were startling beautiful, a little paler than the color of a Husky's, looking his body over in the same fashion Asher was looking over his. Clenching his jaw, he moved out of the way for the feline, watching that sexy tail swish almost seductively from side to side. Blair looked around the robin egg colored room, before his eyes stopped, lingering on something that Asher couldn't make out clearly. With a mischievous grin, the feline bent down and picked up a purple thong and waving it in the air. Blushing, the Shepard leapt across the room, attempting to tackle the cat in hopes of wrestling the underwear from him. Blair just side stepped him and walked around the bed, out of reach and in reach of the other door for a quick escape. Slowly, Asher got up. "These your... girlfriend's or something?" The feline taunted him, moving the skimpy pair of underwear towards his nose. "'Cause... these don't smell like pussy... these smell like -" The feline tried to dart again but he was effectively tackled and pinned to the ground, the smaller fur growling in his face, making him laugh. Hoping to shock the dog on top of him, Blair kissed his cheek and wiggled his hips, making the dog yelp and jump back in disbelief. The pair of undies in question were soon thrown up to hang around Asher's muzzle for a second before he reached up with one of his pale paws and snatched it off, throwing it back into the closet. Shuffling across the room, a blush creeping through his white fur, Asher commenced to push his boxes unceremoniously back into the closet, closing it firmly and leaning his forehead against the wood. He heard his bed creak and turned, looking at Blair, who had sat on the edge of the bed, smiling and patting the bed, reminding the canine why Blair was in there to begin with. Asher blushed a little redder, making Blair laugh out loud. "And I thought you looked good in white - you look even better in pink!" Ash ducked his head, his ears going flat as he walked towards the bed that was being occupied by the thing that had haunted his dreams last night. The cat just laughed again and grabbed the Shepard's wrist and tugging on it, unbalancing him hard enough to send him sprawling on the soft unmade bed that was comfortably big considering how tall both furs were. Ash did a sort of push up and repositioned himself, his head turned to face the dreaded closet and the secrets hidden inside. Blair reacted to the repositioning of this gorgeous canine specimen as an invitation to get started. As soon as he felt the bed shift, Ash tensed, wondering if Blair had given up on him after all, until he felt his hips being straddled. The canine yelped as if he had just been struck, his body jerking up, making the cat either ride him or fall off as he turned an even brighter shade of pink under his thick fur. He wrapped his arms around the pillow his head rested on for dear life, burying his muzzle in its depths, trying in vain to hide his embarrassment. The feline just chuckled and leaned towards his laid back ears. "You know, real men look good in pink and my - you must be a real man!" Blair leaned back and laid a gentle paw on the squirming male's ass underneath him, using it as leverage as he adjusted, or that was his excuse if questioned. Ash just silently whimpered a little before Blair took over again, starting on the pale ears with their light pink insides. He massaged the very tip before going to the base of the ear, working at the muscles around it, loosening them up gently before skritching on the thin fur on the outside of the ear. Ash relaxed as Blair delved his dark paws into the smaller male's shoulder length hair, purring at the texture, soft, like feathers almost, though if felt as if you could feel every single hair, even in a handful of it. Regretfully, Blair just used the handfuls to move it all to one side so he could get access to the neck. The cat's eyebrows met in a small frown at all the knots in the muscles just around the neck and shoulders, having to apply just the right amount of pressure to be forceful on the stubborn ones but not hard enough to damage the sensitive tissue and muscles. He worked slowly, taking time to marvel at the shape of the German Shepard's back, the curve of his spine that led to the firm ass he was sitting on. His paws splayed, curving around the ever-moving ribcage, just feeling the simple mechanics of Asher's breathing - just breathing. Blair groaned inwardly at the way Asher just laid there, waiting for him to take him. No, he reminded himself firmly, having to pause a moment in his administrations to clear his head. Asher was lying there, waiting for him to finish massaging his back, and then go to his room and act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Just two, normal roommates, no attraction, mutual or otherwise, whatsoever. Right. Sure. Asher arose out of his current state of spacing out enough to notice that Blair had gone still above him. Twisting his body a little to look over his shoulder fully at the gray mass of sexiness sitting on his rump, he noticed a strange look in the cat's eyes moments before Blair leaned down and kissed the slightly parted lips. Before Ash could protest, start to kiss him back or even think straight, Blair was gone. And so were all the feelings of contentment and safety. Slowly, the canine lifted a shaky paw to his lips, touched the moisture there, just to make sure he wasn't imagining it all and jack-knifed out of the bed. Ash headed out the door that had been swung open in haste, darting down the hallway towards Blair's room. Sure enough, there was Blair, but not in the state he expected. He was on his cell phone, jabbering in a language that was in a blur to him, to fast to even start to try and figure out actual sounds and what his brain was supplying. The feline was a bundle of contained violence and energy, almost pacing a path through the carpet and to the floor below. Clothes were being thrown into the duffle bag as he moved, the cell balancing precariously on one shoulder, held only by the feline's soft cheek. Frustrated and confused, Ash walked over and snatched the cell out from under Blair's cheek, putting it to his own ear, listening to the slower, more soothing voice on the other line, which he quickly recognized. He should have known; like brother, like sister. "Hey Eli, Blair's going to have to call you back." Before Deliah could complain, Asher was already closing the cell phone in front of Blair's nose, which twitched in response. They stared at each other for a moment, defiance beating into anger and confusion, neither willing to break the silence first until anger won. "What right do you have to kiss me and just leave, then start calling your bloody sister, getting her involved when you and I can fight this out without her! You didn't have to start packing up your clothes, because you aren't going anywhere." Ash nearly snarled the words at Blair before stomping out of the room with the cell phone, slamming the door shut behind him. It was almost immediately opened by Blair, who came stalking up to the smaller male. "Listen here, you don't have the right to barge in and grab this," Blair said, snatching the cell phone away from Asher and holding it up to show him before slipping it into a place where Ash didn't quit catch. "Well you listen here, if we're going to do this, we're going to have to work at it, that's what mates do!" Everything froze. Ash looked stricken and paler than usual, his eyes staring without blinking into Blair's. The feline just stood there, too shocked to focus on anything at the moment, letting the words replay in his head again, a little more slowly. "I mean roommates... that's what roommates do..."Ash attempted lamely, his mind fumbling with a way to fix this situation. Their silence was broken by the shrill of the cell phone's ringer, which was the tune usually associated with doom in movies. Blair jumped as if his tail had been stepped on, yelping as he fumbled for the vibrating phone. He flipped it open without hesitation, his blue eyes looking straight into Ash, making the canine shiver at the raw determination and raw... something else he couldn't quite understand. "Hello? No, Deliah, he didn't toss me on the bed and rape me... Of course I'm sure, I would not be answering this phone if he had - now don't start that shit, you'll regret it later and you know it.... Uh huh... Hey, listen, Asher and I have some things to work out; can you call back in, say a few days? No, I'm not going to be needing that plane ticket or the cab.... Thanks sis. Talk to you later. Uh huh... yeah, love you too Del." Flipping the cell phone shut for the second time, Blair looked a little sheepishly at Asher, who was still in a semi- stupor over the whole ordeal. Thinking for a moment, the feline leaned forward, pressing his nose into Asher's, lips not quite touching but close enough for a sharp intake of breath to put them together. Ash just stood there, his body tingling, his eyes a little wider with shock than with anything else, just listening to the cat's purring. Growling a little, he closed his eyes, determined to see how far this would go before Blair would back out, pressing his lips roughly to the feline's welcoming lips. Blair felt a little trill of happiness shoot up and down his spine, making his silken fur stand on end before resettling gently. He started to raise his arms to circle around Ash but he hesitated, letting his paws rest gently just above the canine's hip bones, even though his paws were itching to do other things. His fingers could still feel those muscles underneath their sensitive tips, the hardness paired with the shocking softness of Ash's fur, combining to create a heady aphrodisiac for the needy feline. He hadn't wanted it to come out like this to Ash but what he heard last night...last night, he just couldn't get Asher out of his mind and now... now, he could feel the hot interior of the canine's mouth just calling to him, begging for him to slide his tongue inside. Asher groaned silently at the feel of the feline's paws as the started to create pressure just above his hip bones, just enough pressure to show that Blair wanted to continue this and it sent the pleasure right down to his sensitive member that was starting to grow and press against the coarse inside of his jeans. It was enough to make him whimper ever so quietly as he felt that smooth feline tongue entire his mouth, the tip of it exploring his mouth almost hesitantly, causing Ash to wrap his arms around Blair to draw him closer, wanting the feel of the feline's fur next to his, mixing with his, their scents mingling with each other as the bulge in their pants bumped and rubbed against each other in need. Their kiss became more wanting, the feline's need nearly rising over the Shepard's need as each sought to eat each other's very soul out of their mouths. Tongues probed more strongly, each fighting for dominance over the other. Teeth bit into sensitive lips as their bodies pressed together, harder and more violently that before. Blair let out a hiss of pleasure as Asher bit into his lip and tugged at it strongly, his canine tongue caressing the texture of the tender lip, causing Blair to rub harder against doggy cock that was just moments from ripping the zipper off. Paws scrambled for the offensive, constraining clothes, groans were released at the feel of somebody else's than their own paws were the paws that were releasing them. With an exasperated growl and muscles straining, Asher lost patience, hooking his claws into the shorts and pulling, hearing the satisfying sound of ripping jeans. Blair growled slightly at the rough behavior, his need to be dominant rising without warning as he slid the shorts off smoothly and grabbed doggy meat that was almost teasingly stripping off it's furry sheath. Asher's breath came out in a whoosh of air as he closed his eyes and groaned at the feel of the cat's strong paw creating firm pressure up and down, in a steady motion, causing the Shepard's sheath to slide down further until Ash gave a little sigh as his large knot popped free. Ash whimpered as Blair released his prey but as Asher opened his eyes, he was glade to see the serious, this isn't over yet look in his companion's eyes. "Your bedroom or mine," came the low command for Ash to comply with this, to commit fully to the need that was raging through both of them with an alarming ferocity. "Yours."

Designer Tail She itched her back, well as much as she could reach of it anyway. The skin burned where the tech had inserted the needles. “Are you sure about this?” She asked, trying not to peel her skin off her own back. The tech didn’t even look up from putting away the injectors. “Yeah, you’ll be fine in a few hours. Just give it time.” “It just itches so much.” She whined, rubbing at the small of her back. She swore she could already feel a raised bump there. The tech brushed off her complaints. “It’s normal, relax. In a few hours you’ll have a one-of-a-kind look.” She “Yeah, until someone else does it.” “No one else has ever asked for this, and honestly, I had to make up this batch special for you. I promise you’ll be a hit with this.” The tech finally finished stowing his gear. Her gaze fell on him as she rubbed against a support beam in the apartment, her body on full display. It was clear he was trying not to stare at her naked body, not that he hadn’t had ample time to as he’d had her take off her clothes for the injections from her shoulders to her tail bone. She might have even been a little bad and wiggled a bit a few times to get his attention. He was a good-looking guy after all. “Look, I need to go, I have another client waiting.” She nodded, a bit disappointed he wouldn’t take some advantage of her, but right now the itch was driving the thoughts of sex from her mind. After he left, she turned to the bathroom. The full-length mirror on the door showed her back as definitely enflamed. There were small raised ridges starting to erupt from her spine, she could feel them pressing against her skin. She grimaced as the first one broke through, a dark tan color, not her favorite shade, but it worked for her. The heavy bones broke the skin, one after another as they trailed down her spine to her growing tail. She could see her tail. The skin already broken as dark tan plates began to coat the length of it. Heavier and firmer, it began to swing free, new lengths adding as it began to drift towards the floor. Shuddering slightly with the excitement she realized the plates were now coating the middle of her back, stretching between her shoulder blades downward, their dry hard exterior melding seamlessly between her spine and her new posterior. She wasn’t sure how long she stared as her body continued to change. Minutes? Hours? She wasn’t sure, nor was she sure she cared. She was fascinated by the appendage growing over her shapely posterior. Not that she disliked her posterior. It was firm and well rounded in it’s own right, but designer tails were in. She didn’t want the cat tail or dog tail like most women went for. Nor something mildly exotic like a giraffe. No, she wanted something unique. Her smile brightened as the length began to sweep the floor, the tip spreading wide into a heavy boney pendulum. She could feel it swaying, experimentally she gave it a swing only to have the pendulous growth slamming hard into the bathroom wall with a thud. She jumped slightly. Oh my, this was nice. No one was going to expect this at the party, certainly not from her. Carefully she pulled out the backless dress she’d chosen, custom designed to allow the tail to fit out the back, and pulled it up her curves, leaving her new back exposed, along with a good portion of the top of her ass. Not that she minded. She was always a bit of an exhibitionist, and tonight it was going to be clear she wasn’t wearing any panties either. Licking her lips, she wondered who would be willing to try to take her home. She could tell she was already wet from just thinking about the new opportunities to be kinky. Her heavy tail swayed at the possibilities of lifting for the right guy. After all, who else would think to chose a dinosaur tail for a dinner party? And one so unique as an ankylosaurus? She grinned as she finished tying the straps around her neck. With purse in hand, she began her descent to the streets below. She’d catch a ride to the party, and then the fun would begin.

Title: Meeting Again Tags: long time friends, sharing bed, friends, truth or date I couldn't believe it. After two years, complete with absolutely no contact and not so much as a passing hello, I was preparing for a night alone with him. Now that graduation had come and gone, the age of 18 had finally been reached, I could go on freely with my life. No more parents to condemn me to a life of dull conversations with life forms that had never so much as mumbled thoughts of sexual interactions. My mother would have to find another life to stick her nose in. I had finally been let go. What would had I chosen to do with this sudden freedom? Simple. I'd finally decided to catch up with that one boy who never quite left my mind. How was I planning on doing this? Even more simple. He had invited me to dinner at his parents' vacation cabin in the mountains. It wasn't really hard to hide that I was harboring some insecurities about a meeting in a secluded place. Hell, people stab bitches. After about a month of persuading, he finally changed my mind, and here I was, stepping into a slinky red dress, ready to rumble. Sure, it would be about an hours drive for a simple evening, but my heart told me that the time with him would be worth it. I could feel the excitement growing inside me as I squatted before my closet, picking out which shoes would go with the dress I had bought for the night. My body stiffened a bit. The memories of the last day we spent together still fumbled through my mind, showed up in my dreams, and seemed to always be there when I least expected. I moved from shoes to underwear. A bra wouldn't be necessary, so I picked out a black thong and slid it up over my hips. The promises I kept making to myself seemed valid at the time. We would go no farther than kissing, and probably not even that, the point was to catch up on two years of lost friendship. Even I knew that most of what I continued to tell myself was bullshit. Through the entire eight years of knowing each other, we'd never been capable of carrying on one conversation without sex being brought up once. Perhaps, to most people, that aspect would become more than a bother, but to me it was comforting. Comforting to know that I could be completely open about the desires I couldn't stop myself from having, and I had my share of discussions that told me I wasn't alone on that one. I stopped in front of my mirror. Originally I had never planned to put this much effort into how I appeared. When the plans had first been set, I'd figured I'd simply wear a simple t-shirt and some jeans, nothing too fancy. Where was the point in parading my body for a boy who may have completely changed? To my very limited knowledge, the boy could've moved on with many different girls in the two years I was completely absent from his life. The terms which we stood on still were not quite completely clear to me. For now, we were two friends who were trying to salvage some type of communication. I was fine with it being simply that. I think. My brown hair fell over my shoulders, covering up the amount of cleavage I had permitted myself to show. Good, I thought. There was no way I was going to make it extremely obvious what exactly I had on my mind. All I was certain of at that moment was that I better get my ass into the car and get going, or I would be late. After making one wrong left turn, ending up at three different dead ends, and almost running out of gas, I had finally made my way into the driveway of what looked like the right cabin. Picture perfect, the cabin was exactly what one would think of when imagining a mountain get away. A bit of jealousy began to grow inside me. Maybe if my parents had a secret mountain lodge, then Tyler and I could've gotten on with growing close again a long time ago. A deep breath. I wasn't exactly feeling so sure that I could handle this. However, looking at the log structure in front of me, it was quite easy to feel that things had progressed to the point of 'too late to turn back now.' As if to confirm my thoughts, just as I began to open the door to my car, he stepped out the front door. My eyes met his almost instantly, and boy was I surprised. His brown curly hair had grown at least 5 inches since I'd last seen him, and his body wasn't that far behind. If I had a yard stick, I'm almost certain he would've been a good foot taller than myself. Personally I liked a tall man, it helped with the sense of security. I'd never have days when I wouldn't feel safe if he was near. This could work. He walked closer, and already my head was spinning. With each step my heart was growing louder; I could almost feel it in my ears. Not hear it, but actually feel it pounding in my ear. Tyler had always had a way of doing nothing at all and still doing enough to make me sweat. It wasn't out of the question that assuming he could give me the look of death and my heart would still melt, but that's just an assumption. He flashed a quick smile; goose bumps rose on my arms. Instant charmer, that kid. "Well, don't you look pretty?" Maybe it was my imagination, but his voice sounded as shaky as my knees were feeling. More comfort, I thought. I wasn't the only one here who was nervous to the point of being queasy. I smiled sheepishly, wrapping my arms around him when he got close enough, suddenly finding myself engulfed in the heat of his skin against mine. Too many days had passed since I'd been able to feel that sensation, and now I couldn't help but discover how much I had really missed it. "You don't look so bad yourself, boy. You could do something with that mane you have hanging from the top of your head, though," I replied, tugging a little at his hair. Again, he smiled and laughed. Things between us seemed to have frozen in time; they were exactly the way they were when we'd ended. Both of us were standing there, wrapped in each others arms within the first two minutes of coming in contact. We stood there warm to each other, as if no time had passed at all. An awkward moment of just looking at each other presented itself. Soon he slid his arms from around my back and grabbed my hand in the 'excited little kid' fashion, and we were on our way through the front door. The smell of wood and pine hit my face as soon as I stepped in the door. A large spiral staircase stood to my left, hand-painted portraits filtered throughout the walls, and there was an odd green color shag carpet that was taking me by surprise. It was pretty to easy to see that the cabin was meant for vacations. It hadn't quite obtained that homey feeling. Tyler had laced his fingers with mine during the two seconds I dedicated to observing the place. Smooth. Continuing on into the house, I soon stood before a big screen T.V. mounted on the wall, and a quite adorable family space. Somehow, the typical mountain cabin had transformed into a hang out place for a bunch of teenagers. Bean bags were scattered throughout the large living area, a leather couch was set against one of the walls, and there was a closet displaying an expert collection of the latest board games. Some delicious smells were drifting from somewhere behind me. "So, what's on the menu, my dear?" I asked, turning to face him. "Well, I made an attempt at cooking you something, but after most of it went up in flames, I figured something a little more common might be the best solution for my lack of skills." He disappeared through a swinging door, but soon returned with a Papa John's pizza box in one hand and what looked like the smoldering remains of some type of meat in the other. A small laugh escaped me. We sat on the couch and both selected our first slice after Tyler had put an unheard of movie in the DVD player. I barely felt him at all when he slid his arm around my waist, but when I noticed, I wasn't about to object. I leaned against him, and got lost in the movie. Thunder echoed through the house at about 9:30. The movie had long ended and we found ourselves playing twister to the best of our abilities. Tyler had his right hand on red, left foot on blue, and I was pretty much spread across the entire board. We were both quickly learning that balance wasn't either of our strong suits. The news was now blaring as we bickered about Tyler's stomach coming dangerously close to making contact with the floor. Of course, He was pretty adamant that he was a good three inches from the floor, but I knew he was brushing the board. Apparently, using my foot to push him completely over wasn't the best choice for me, because he took me down with him. Our legs entangled together, he was positioned above me. "We're expecting heavy thunder storms throughout the night and into early morning tomorrow.." The weather report seemed to come out of thin air. Neither one of us had exactly being paying attention to the storm brewing outside, but now it was hard to ignore. Thunder again, somehow seeming closer this time. Glancing out the window at the lightning streaking through the sky, I sighed, storms had always made me uncomfortable. I think I'd always believed that I would end up becoming the one out of a million that would be struck by lightning. "I better get out of here before the roads get too bad." Even I could hear the disappointment in my tone. Tyler was still hovering above me, so close he could've easily stolen a kiss. At that moment all I was really taking in was the deep blue of his eyes, the absolutely perfect smoothness of his lips, and taking in the desire I was harboring for him to just go ahead and do it already. Laying underneath him, his upper body pressed against mine, I began to doubt his nerve, until I felt his fingertips brushing up my thigh. Again I felt my heart beating in my ears. Damn the rain, damn the storm. "It's not that bad, plus it'll probably let up if you stay a while." Sadness crept into his eyes, and I wanted with all my heart for more time, but I knew that if I didn't leave now, I'd end up getting stuck here, and that would be a sure fire way to lose what was forming into my freedom. I kissed him softly, savoring for a sweet moment the feel of his lips against mine, and pushed softly against his side, giving him the cue to position himself else where. "Another night, maybe I can stay longer, but I don't want to have any problems on the way home." He didn't even try to hide the solemn look rising on his face, and well, I wasn't doing too well at disguising it either. As I rose to my feet, I could feel his eyes on me, and stayed on me until I closed the front door behind me. Rain was pouring down so hard it was almost impossible to see my car already. This was not going to be easy. After preparing myself to embrace the cold rain, I stepped off the front porch. In the time it took me to negotiate through the rain to my car, my dress was clinging to my every curve. I didn't look forward to peeling it offer when I got home. My hands were shaking. The rain was so cold I was starting to lose feeling in most parts of my body. Why did this have to happen tonight? Of all fucking nights, it had to be tonight. I fumbled with my keys for at least another three minutes, which did not help the clothing situation. Without a doubt, the dress was completely ruined. Drops of ice cold rain continued to slide down my legs and over my breasts. I tried not to notice my nipples becoming stiff as I finally got the key into the car. The key turned in the lock refreshingly easy, and I was as good as gone. "Courtney!" Tyler's voice called to me. The rain covered up most of his volume, and I couldn't quite hear him completely. I glanced up, opening the driver door. He stood on the front porch, observing the rain and how severe the weather really looked. "Courtney!" he called again. It was officially evident that he wasn't going to brace the rain to tell me something. Shutting the door, I retreated back to the front porch. Standing in front of him, his eyes took a long glance at my soaked body. The outline of my breasts wasn't hidden at all anymore, and my nipples were peaking through the fabric with ease. When he decided to look me in the eyes again, I almost could've sworn I heard the trace of lust when he spoke. "The roads," he gulped, trying to regain his composure, "are flooded. No one can get anywhere." My eyes took their turn at examining, and a bulge was beginning to be evident in his jeans. It was my turn to feel lust, now. I sighed, and walked back inside. As Tyler opened the door for me, the cold air rushed out and hit me with an unexpected force. When I stepped inside, I found myself almost wishing I were back in the storm. Rain dripped off of my hair and onto the carpet, as well as trailing over every inch of my skin. I wasn't all that disappointed that I didn't have to face a literal mountain of curvy roads in the condition the weather was currently in. I turned to face Tyler again. "I suppose I'm stuck here." Apparently, Tyler was noticing my nipples even more now that I'd stepped into good lighting. He nodded, his eyes continuing to wander. Suddenly, I felt myself over come with a sensation of being extremely playful, I reached around and started unzipping my dress, being extremely careful to not show more skin than needed. Slipping the fabric underneath my breasts, but covering them up with my arms, I sighed and smiled. "It looks like this dress won't qualify for clothing much longer." Beads of water were still running over my cleavage, and I almost wished for a mirror. I knew this could be more than he could take. Tyler's face was almost as shocked as I'd ever seen anybody be. He began stumbling with his words. "Uhm yeah," he closed his eyes and tried to calm down. "Let me, well, find something a little...well, uh," He shook his head and tried again, "A little more dry." Before he turned to walk away, I grabbed his arm, and pulled him against me. I let my hands slide down from my tits and let them press against him, and I held him in a hug. I could feel his cock pressing against my hip. Before letting him go, I covered myself and watched him turn and disappear. I zipped my dress enough to where I wouldn't have to hold my cleavage. Ty didn't return right away, and I knew it was because he had to calm himself before he went over the edge. Maybe I had gone too far, but I didn't care. That boy had spent years being a tease to me, and I wasn't about to let the score remain uneven. When Tyler finally returned with a t-shirt and some boxers, the firmness of his cock wasn't quite as evident, but it was still there. I decided to save him too much torture, or, well, too much temptation, and went into the bathroom to change. Peeling off my dress was everything that I had dreaded. Removing that material from my skin made more goose bumps appear, and I couldn't stop myself from shivering. I suddenly couldn't understand why news reports had to wait until I'd gotten completely uncomfortable in the freezing rain. Well, I wasn't completely hateful toward the situation; so far it'd given me quite a lot of entertainment. Leaning over the sink, I attempted to ring most of the moisture from my hair. The thong I had chosen to wear was wetter than my dress had been, and was already rubbing me the wrong way. I had kind of hoped to salvage at least that much of my outfit, but it wasn't going to happen. I slipped them off as well, picking up my dress and laying it on the counter, and stepped into the boxers I'd been provided with. Kind of cute, I thought. Boyish, but still kind of sexy. I added the t-shirt and walked back into the living space. Tyler was sitting on the couch, a pillow covering his crotch. Apparently, my little game had left a longer lasting effect on him that I had originally counted on. I turned around, showing off the edited ensemble, and smiled. "It's no dress, but I wouldn't say I look completely horrible." He kind of grunted with a smile. "I'm going to take that as a compliment." I said playfully. I sat beside him, making sure to keep the T-shirt from covering up too much of legs. His eyes met mine, and I simply smiled. It was almost as if he had suddenly become more confused about what had happened earlier, but damn it, perhaps if he had kept himself from running his fingers over my thigh, I wouldn't have started my game. I reclined on the couch and stretched. "So, looks like you have to put up with me for at least one night." I said. "I'll try not to dread it too much," He replied, pinching me on the leg. "Yeah, and I'll try to keep myself from throwing up," I laughed. To my surprise, he removed the pillow from his lap and crawled on top of me, and slid his legs between mine, hovering above my face so closely that I could feel his breath. My body was back to being pressed tightly against his, and his hard on was pressing right above my pussy. He whispered into my ear "Oh, I know throwing up is going to be the farthest thing from your mind." The light feeling of his hot breath into my ear had me growing wet quickly, and he continued to press his leg between mine. And then, he bit my ear softly, tugging even softer with his teeth. By then, I was completely over the edge. Then he was gone. He went back to sitting on his side of the sofa, and left me with my breath stuck in my throat, my heart beating harder than ever, and my pussy being absolutely soaked. Touché, kid, Touché. An hour later, we were both wrapped up in a blanket on the couch just talking about what had happened over the time we'd been apart, who we'd seen, what we'd done. Neither one of us had the nerve to ask any sexual questions, nor was there the need to. Both of us were sitting there thinking about sex, each of us not trying to hide it, but we weren't ready to talk about it. "Lets play a game." I said, eying the game closet. "Like what?" My eyes moved from monopoly to the Titanic board game, through clue and Sorry! Revenge formed itself quickly in my mind, and I simply said "Truth or dare?" I sat up and looked him in the eyes, his look said to me "I'm on for this." His voice was almost aggressive. "Truth or dare, Courtney?" Thinking, considering, I didn't want to start this out on a bad note. "Truth." "You're a pussy," he pinched my leg again. "It's the first question; we have plenty of time for the good stuff. Now, go." I kicked him softly. "What were you thinking when you were pressing your wet body against me?" A sly smile crept onto his lips, and from then on I knew this had absolutely no potential of being boring. I softly licked over my lips and considered my answer. "That's pretty easy actually," I flipped my almost dry hair over my shoulder, "I was simply wanting to let you feel how completely wet I was." His glance moved straight from my eyes to the boxers I was in, and he snickered. "I think I got to feel a bit more than that," his eyes were still over my crotch, and even his gaze was getting me aroused. I put my finger under his chin, pushing up until his eyes met mine again, and said softly "That was a bit of the point too, I suppose." He shifted. My turn to ask the question. "Truth or dare, Ty?" "Truth." I laughed quite loudly at that. "Now who's the pussy?" "Shut up and ask me the question." He was laughing too. "Hm," I wanted to make this good. I'd been put over the edge, and there was very little hope of me going back. "Well, what were you feeling when I was pressed against you?" I simply wanted him to say it because I knew that would get him remembering it in great detail. There wasn't a chance he wouldn't get a little hard again. He cleared his voice, a sign that my wishes were about to be granted. "Well," he moved a little closer to my face, "I felt your nipples pressing against me." A little shake was apparent in his voice; I hadn't really remembered him being this shy. "And, then I felt my cock getting hard." Bingo. That boy was never shy. "I felt that pretty well myself," I glanced as his crotch, and I knew his cock was growing firm again, "Just like I can kind of see it now." For once, he actually didn't try to cover it up. He sat there with his cock growing in his jeans, and I was glad. Looking at it wasn't exactly a black mark on the night. "Truth or dare?" He whispered. "Dare." He reached over me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me closer, and again I felt his fingers on my thigh. As he cleanly looked me in the eyes, he rested my hand against his stiff cock. I massaged against him softly. My fingers found the outline of his shaft, and pulled against him softly. He pressed his lips firmly against mine, parting them with his tongue. In a matter of moments, I was on top of him, my hand fully in his jeans. My hand was wrapped firmly around the shaft of his cock, jerking him at a good pace, and I was massaging my tongue against his. He pulled away, looking me again in the eyes, and breathing heavy. "I should...go to sleep." I breathed against his lips. In well swift move, I stood up and put my hands on my hips. "Where do you want me to sleep?" I felt bad for the familiar disappointment I saw on his face. Just as swiftly, he was zipped and buttoned again, and we were completely composed. "Truth or dare?" he asked me again. I was a little bit confused. "Ty, it's not even my turn." "Truth or dare?" "Dare.." "You're sleeping in my bed." As we crawled into bed I noticed that Tyler was wearing much less than I had imagined. A pair of boxers hung loosely from his hips. Before he turned away from me he kissed me softly, and I almost felt as if I'd lost my only chance just to be a little coy. I closed my eyes, and attempted to go to sleep. The rain continued beating against the window, and within an hour I could hear Tyler's heavy breathing. Sleep wouldn't find me, so I preoccupied myself with looking at his peaceful face. His breath rose and fell; I wondered what he was dreaming about. I simply had one thing on my mind. Or, well, if you want to be completely specific, it was a couple of different things. The feeling of his stiff cock in my hand, the feeling of his teeth tugging at my ear, and maybe best of all, the feeling of his hard cock on my body as I pressed my soaked skin against his. So many things had happened tonight that had gotten me purely aroused, and yet I hadn't had one orgasm. I merely was not completely satisfied. The kiss lingered in my mind the most. Nothing could ever be more intimate than his tongue softly pressing against mine. However, that ever present feeling of his cock in my hand was stiff competition. Excuse the pun. I wasn't really fighting it, but my pussy was growing the wettest it had been all night. The anticipation of feeling him, the actual occurrence, and the slight dissatisfaction that I hadn't gotten at least a little bit of his cum on my skin was making me painfully horny. I pushed my hand underneath the elastic waist of the boxers he'd loaned me. As I looked at his face, I longed for his tongue to be against mine again, for his cock to be in my hand. My fingers were slipped between my wet slit, and I couldn't help myself from rubbing my clit in soft circles. Pushing the boxers back down my hips and completely off, I slid a cold finger inside myself. My body shuddered in reaction. I hadn't really realized how freezing my hands were, but the warmth of my pussy wrapped around my index finger was outstandingly amazing. Slipping another finger inside me easily, I wiggled them only slightly. By this time, my cunt was absolutely soaked. I could easily feel my juices on my thighs. It had been a long time since I could remember myself being so turned on. A small moan left my lips. I was pretty positive that I could do this without becoming too boisterous. Pushing the fingers deeper, I wiggled them harder against my walls. Another soft moan. Rubbing my clit a little faster, I began pushing my fingers in and out of me. My back arched on its own, and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to finish this up. I pumped my fingers in and out of me a little faster, trying my hardest to move them without shaking the bed. My teeth were clenching, and I bit my lip hard. Shit, this was going to be harder than I imagined. Tyler's weight shifted, and his eyes shot open. Completely frozen, I hoped he wouldn't have noticed anything. "What are you doing awake, babe?" He mumbled. I let out a small grunt, "I...don't know really." Was what I tried to push through my lips. My hands were completely frozen, two fingers half way inside my dripping cunt, the other hand had a finger positioned right above my clit, and I had to make this look natural. This time, I shifted, but I couldn't pull my fingers out without it being obvious. Shit, why had I been so stupid? And, damn it, why did he have to wake up? I was so close. My pussy lips ached. My body needed to cum, but it looked like fate was adamant against it. "You should really," His fingers found my thigh and slid up to the wet lips of my pussy, "Let me do that for you." Sliding my fingers out, his fingers were replacing mine before I even had the chance to process what was happening. He thrust his fingers deeper inside me than mine would go, and I couldn't control myself. A loud moan of ecstasy escaped me. I scooted closer to him, and almost had to resist attacking his lips. I kissed him deeply, my tongue sliding inside his mouth instantaneously. His tongue was quick to find mine, and we were back where we had been downstairs. Two of his fingers were sliding in and out of my pussy, his eyes filled with a look of lust that I'd never experienced. The boy had always known what I liked. He thrust his fingers in me again, another moan escaping me, and wiggled his fingers. My moaning was a little louder then. Then, I felt it. The head of his cock was pushed through the hole in his boxers, and was proudly resting against my legs. My hands didn't hesitate; I wrapped them tightly against his shaft. My fingers traced over the head of his cock. My other hand found the base of his balls, and I began massaging him. I found my pace and began jerking him firmly, biting on his neck. The length of his cock was surprising, as was the degree of his hard on. Tyler began pushing his fingers inside me with more force, they were deeper than I could've managed, or even imagined, and I was already feeling the release building inside of me. My finger tips slid over his balls, my other hand jerking at his hard cock with as much force I could manage without being painful. Somehow my back had become arched at almost painful angle; I knew I couldn't hold myself back. "Oh Fuck, Tyler!" I tried my best to not scream. My entire body was shivering as my orgasm shot over me. My breath was heavy and hot, and I could feel my cum sliding over Ty's fingers. Sliding them out of me, he licked the wetness off of his fingers. "I've imagined that so many times," he whispered. I took just a second to catch my breath. The best orgasms I'd ever had were always with him, and boy had I missed them. I smiled, and kissed him, tasting my cum on his lips. Fuck, I was already getting wet again. "I think," I started kissing down his stomach, "that I owe you a little something." I half intended him to protest, instead, I felt his hand pushing my head down to his cock. Like I said, that boy always knew what I liked. I found myself right above his cock, staring me in the face. I had a few tricks I couldn't wait to try out. Slowly, my tongue pressed against the head of his cock. Circling the head I slid only the tip into my mouth. I continued to circle the head with my tongue, only softly sucking. My hands were still massaging a little more firmly against his balls. His breathing became a little more heavy; my cue for the teasing to be over. I forced the length of him completely inside my mouth, the tip pressing down my throat, my tongue massaging against the shaft with as much force as I could manage. A small moan came from Tyler. Soon his hands were running through my hair, and he began tugging on it. Cue one of my biggest turn ons. I slowly slid the length of him out of me, and pushing it back in quickly. I did my best to take in every inch with every thrust of him inside my mouth. As I picked up my speed, he moaned a little louder. My hair was being tugged harder. For a few minutes, he thrusted inside my mouth, meeting my attempts to take all of him in my throat with great force. He pulled me my mouth off and pulled me above the sheets. Looking at me over for a split second, he pulled me on top of him, and quickly grabbed my tits, massaging the nipples between his fingers. Stopping him briefly, I slid off my shirt. Tyler's eyes were on fire. My tits were perfectly above him, and my nipples may have been harder than when I was in the rain. In an awkward way, Tyler pulled the boxers off of both of us, and simply looked up at me for a second. In turn, I grabbed my tits, pressing them up and licking around my nipples, biting them softly. Tyler's hands found my hips, again, and thrust me down upon all of his cock. The surprise was so great that my head was spinning, and the smile on his face was even greater. I began to attempt to push myself up and down his shaft, but he shook his head. The grip on my hips became tighter, and he began thrusting inside of me. I leaned my head back and bit my lip. Tyler's thrust began speeding up, his cock pushing against the most intimate parts of my body. The speed he was going was forming beads of sweat on my forehead, and I wasn't even the one doing the work. His balls were hitting against my pussy, and I could feel his cock pulsing as he continued to thrust inside of me. I was losing control fast. The muscles in my cunt were contracting around his cock, becoming a little more tighter. "Ah, fuck, Courtney." His moaning made me clench a little more. My body was already tingling. I was panting as he continued to pound my warm pussy, and I felt a shiver break over my spine. I couldn't help but scream his name. With one last thrust, he pushed me all the way down on his cock. I felt his cock pulse again, and my orgasm rose once again. My fingers were digging into his sides as I held him. He leaned his head back fiercely, and pushed me down on his cock a little harder. I felt ropes of his cum inside me, one after another. He kept himself buried inside my wet cunt until he emptied himself completely inside my pussy, and let me collapse on top of him. Our breath was completely in sync, his cock still deep inside of me, I could feel the mix of our juices sliding down the base of his balls. When he finally slid completely out of me, he let out another small moan. I couldn't manage a sentence. My whole body was still shaking, and I could see his cock was still sticking firmly into the air. "Courtney.." he barely even whispered. "Yes, babe?" My voice was even more unsteady. "I never went to sleep." \* *Note: THIS IS A STORY WITH MORE THAN 1 CHAPTER. AND THIS IS JUST CHAPTER ONE.*

Title: Meeting James Tags: father, daughter, glory hole, impregnation, incest, 18-year-old, oral sex, creampie, daddy, first time I don't have any firsthand knowledge of my father, but from what my very biased mother has told me, James spent the first eighteen years of my life screwing his way through Tampa. He even married a few of those women, for whatever reason. He must have been very careful, though, because he never gave me any brothers or sisters. And believe me, he would've known, because those women definitely would have come after his money, which he has plenty of. Nope. My mom was the first and only woman he ever knocked up. I guess he learned his lesson. My father is considered the Porn King of Florida. If you're at all familiar with that illustrious state, you know that's really saying something. Ever heard of *Brass Loves Ass*? Maybe *Feed Me Daddy*? Or perhaps *Vanilla Thighs*? With as disgustingly rich as he is, I'm guessing half of America has all three of those masterpieces. Look—I don't judge. I've seen some of his films. The actors are all hot, the scenes are imaginative and well-written, and the production value is top-notch. Is it wrong that I've gotten myself off watching his flicks? Maybe. But since I have no sex life, self-service is imperative. Plus, I get his stuff for free, so why not enjoy it? The only sex partner I've ever had is my six inch vibrator. I call him Vinnie, and he's been fucking me regularly ever since he came into my life on my eighteenth birthday, two months ago. It was one of my gifts from James. I'm fully aware of how fucked up that is, but that doesn't mean I'm going to look a gift cock in the mouth. My other birthday gifts? Ten thousand dollars and a round trip ticket to Tampa. The money, I'm used to. James may have neglected me emotionally, but financially, he's earned the Best Dad Ever mug. I'd probably be a spoiled brat if I didn't resent every cent he ever gave me. I try not to spend any more than I have to, so most of it ends up in savings. At this point, I can pay for college without any more help from him, and that's exactly what I intend to do. It was the plane ticket that threw me. There was no note and no explanation. What's a ditched-at-birth daughter supposed to think? He's never once indicated that he wants any kind of interaction with me. He doesn't send birthday cards, just checks. No calls, no emails, no contact, whatsoever. I've talked to his personal assistant Sandra once a year since I was five. She calls to ask how I'm doing, if school is going well, and if I need any extra money. She's smart not to ask my mother that last question, because the answer would always be a desperate yes. His PA has also friended me on every social media site I have an account with. I could have easily declined her requests, but there's a part of me—a part I'm not happy with, by the way—that likes to think it's James' way of keeping tabs on me. That same part of me also makes me google him. Frequently. I can't help being curious about the man who helped make me. He stays out of the spotlight, for the most part, but every once in a while, I'll see photos of him at charity functions. At least that means he's generous with his money. I like that there's this one redeeming quality to someone I share genes with. My mom doesn't have any at all. Hell, I'm sure she would have abandoned me, too, if I didn't come with fat monthly checks. Am I fucked up because of my parents? Absolutely. But I won't let that ruin my life. I don't smoke, don't drink, don't do drugs, and don't have sex. Vinnie has really come in handy since I started playing with him. Just because I've never had a dick in me, doesn't mean I don't want one, because I do. All the time. I'm a little worried that once I actually start having sex, I won't want to do anything else. I apparently get more from my father than just my looks. Yeah, I look a lot like him. Obviously, not my body. That's the only thing mom ever gave me. I have an hourglass figure—C cup breasts, narrow waist, and proportional hips. I'm not overweight, but I'd never call myself skinny, either. Some creepy old guy at the supermarket once called me "luscious." He was gross, but he wasn't wrong. Everything above the neck comes from James. His parents are Croatian, so we both have thick, dark brown hair, lightly tanned skin, and caramel colored eyes. Since I'm lucky enough to have his great hair, I like to keep it long, and when it's dried straight, it just brushes my nipples. While I'm average height, James is really tall, and from what I can tell from his pictures, he keeps in nice shape for forty-five. But back to that ticket. I'd like to say I ripped it up, stuffed it in an envelope, and mailed it back to him, along with an Instax pic of my middle finger. I should have. At the very least, I should have agonized over my decision whether or not to use it, but I didn't. I knew immediately that I was going to Tampa. Did I mention I was curious about my father and completely fucked up? I wasn't exaggerating. \* \* \* \* \* So here I am, one week after graduation, sitting in first class on a flight from Baltimore to Tampa, and wishing one of the flight attendants would take pity on me and serve me some champagne. You'd think that, at 40,000 feet, silly laws like the minimum drinking age would cease to apply. Instead, I'm downing my second can of cola, amping up my anxiety instead of numbing it. Once we've landed, it doesn't take long for me to get my luggage. I only have one suitcase to grab from baggage claim and my carry-on weekender bag. When I get closer to the exit, I see all the chauffeurs holding up signs with names on them. Not one of those signs has Novak on it, though, so I start to freak out. Did he forget I was coming? Did he even know, or was this something his PA set up? I'm getting ready to call her, when I hear someone shout my name. "Jenny!" It's a man's deep voice, coming from my left. When I look over, I am thoroughly shocked. James stands twenty feet away, smiling like a madman. I'm rooted in place, just staring at him as he walks toward me. He's even more handsome than he is in pictures. The man apparently ages like George Clooney—handsomely and hardly at all. You'd think a porn mogul would go around in a cheesy velour tracksuit and flashy gold chain, but not my father. He's wearing a light grey suit with navy pinstripes, perfectly polished brown oxfords, and an ice blue tie. He even has a coordinating pocket square. I'm suddenly feeling really underdressed in my denim skirt, cotton tank, and flip flops. When he gets to me, he throws his arms around me and lifts me up in a tight embrace. What the...? I have no clue how to react, so I just don't. My arms are limp at my sides, and I'm staring at the side of his head. He has a bunch of grey hairs at his temple. Lucky for him, it works with his whole seasoned businessman look. And he's still holding me. I should probably say something. "Hi, James," I say, flatly. There. That should be good enough. He flinches when I use his first name, but what else am I supposed to call him? Dad? Not happening. He sets me back on the floor. "I can't tell you how happy I am to finally see you," he says. His eyes look a little glossy, as if he's overwhelmed with emotion. It's probably just allergies. "Funny," I reply, sounding like a brat and not caring, "you had plenty of chances to be happy over the past eighteen years." "We have a lot to talk about, Jenny. I hope I can make you understand why I stayed away." "Fat chance of that," I mumble under my breath, and then ask, "So, where's our driver?" James looks confused for a moment before it clicks. "Oh, no, it's just me. I love driving too much to let anyone do it for me." Yay for him. He's smiling again as he takes the luggage handle from me. We head for the exit and out to his car, which is parked right outside. I guess money really can buy you everything, including the luxury of parking anywhere you like. It also buys you expensive Range Rover SUVs. James opens the passenger door and helps me climb in, then hands an airport employee what looks like a twenty dollar tip for putting my two small bags in the back. I guess I can't accuse my father of being stingy. "Are you hungry?" he asks, as he starts driving. "I could eat," I tell him. And I really could. I haven't eaten all day—nerves completely destroyed my appetite. Now that I'm here, my stomach won't shut up about how empty it is. "What do you like?" he asks, because he has no idea, of course. We've never once spoken, so there's no way he could know what I like and don't like. His PA certainly never asked me those kinds of questions. "Italian, American, Mexican... really, anything but Asian." Asian food gives me heartburn, and just the thought of sushi turns my stomach. I refuse to eat any protein that isn't cooked. Unless it's eggs that are in brownie batter, which is a completely legitimate exception to the rule. "I know a great burger place just off the highway, about five minutes away. Sound good?" Just then, my stomach lets out a very loud rumble. "Yeah, apparently it does," I say, and I smile at him for the very first time. He looks over and beams back at me. \* \* \* \* \* We each order two cheeseburgers and bacon cheddar cheese fries. I think he got the same thing I did so I wouldn't feel like such a pig. I wouldn't have cared, either way. If I need two cheeseburgers, I'm going to order two cheeseburgers, damn it. As we wait for our food, I decide to dive right into the shark-infested deep end. "You said we have a lot to talk about. Does that include why I've never met you before today?" I ask, trying to sound cool but absolutely not succeeding. It's clear in my voice that I'm hurt, and I hate that. "Are you sure you don't want to eat first and talk about this back at the house?" he asks, and it sounds like he's procrastinating. I don't blame him. There's nothing he can tell me that would fix things between us. I'm never going to say, "Oh, daddy! I forgive you, and I love you so much!" Gag. Not gonna happen. I tell him that I'm sure, and then he takes a deep breath and says something I wasn't expecting. "When you were born, your mother made me promise to stay away from you until you turned eighteen." He pauses to let me respond or to gauge my reaction. I'm not sure which, but I don't speak, and my face is blank, so he goes on. "I was already successful in the industry when Alyse got pregnant, and I had no plans to change my career. She decided it wasn't a lifestyle she wanted our daughter around, and I can't say I blame her. That's why I agreed to keep my distance." "You could have, though. You could have changed careers at any point in my life. But you chose success and money instead of your own daughter." I'm more hurt than I am angry. Did he not love me enough to make that sacrifice? I mean, this is basically him saying I wasn't worth it. So, why bother with me now, when he's finally no longer financially obligated to me? My hands are on top of the table, ripping a napkin to shreds. Once I'm done with the first one, I'm ready for another, but James grabs my hand and squeezes it before I can reach the chrome dispenser. His hand is warm and strong and comforting, and that small amount of contact sends a jolt of electricity through my body and causes my breathing to hitch. What the hell was that? "Jenny, I'm sorry," he says, dipping his head to try and get me to look him in the eye. "By the time you were five, I knew I'd made a terrible decision. I just figured there was no going back, at that point. Knowing Alyse, I was sure she'd turned you against me. She never liked me, even when we were... dating,"—aka screwing—"so that's when—" "That's when you started having Sandra check in me," I realize. That was the exact age when I got my first call from his PA. "Yes. It was my way of getting around the promise I made to your mother." "And you had her follow me on all my accounts." "No, that was me. I was just using her name," he confesses. "It was my only way to watch you grow up and get to know pieces of the person you were becoming." He squeezes my hand tighter and smirks at me. "You haven't made it easy, though. You only post things once a month, at most. Actually, I admire that about you." He admires something about me? Here, I'd always assumed he never thought about me at all, let alone thought something like that. "I google you," I blurt out. Ugh! Why would I admit that? But then his thumb begins stroking my knuckles, causing my heart to beat faster and a tight knot to form in my stomach. My light violet nail polish catches his eye, and he smiles looking down at it. I hate to admit it, but after eighteen years of not having him in my life, seeing my father smile at me means so much. Am I going to be *that girl*? You know, the one with serious daddy issues, who latches on to the first sign of male attention and misinterprets it as more than it really is? I have to keep reminding myself that James' sweet words and physical affection don't erase the fact that he's been absent all these years. "You have no idea what that means to me," he finally says, his fingers still wrapped around mine. "I assumed you hated me. I think that made it easier to justify the choices I made." "Part of me does hate you, and maybe always will. I do like that you're not trying to bullshit me, though," I admit, reluctantly. I'm going to be here for a week. There's no need to make it more tense and awkward than it absolutely has to be by constantly shutting him out. If at the end of the seven days I decide I don't want a relationship with him, my walls can go right back up. "That's fair. And I will never lie to you Jenny. I can't give you the time I threw away, but I can always give you the truth." Our amber eyes meet, and if he's lying to me now, I can't see it. The waitress arrives, then, with our many plates of food, effectively pressing pause on our conversation. We eat in strangely comfortable silence. From time to time, I'll look up to see him watching me, which is a bit disconcerting. To be honest, though, I'd be sneaking glances at him, too, if he didn't keep beating me to it. James is really handsome, for an older man. He doesn't look the way he does in all the pics I've seen of him, and I realize it's because his expression isn't blank, like it usually is—it's... happy. I wonder if I look happy, too. We order dessert, even though neither one of us is hungry after our carb and protein overload. He uses the extra time to ask me questions about how I liked high school, if I'm excited for college, the different places I've traveled, and what I want to do with my life. He even tackles the trivial stuff, like my favorite movie, book, animal, and color. When I let him know that my favorite color is violet, he reaches across the table to brush his fingertips over my nails before taking my hand in his again, this time locking his fingers with mine. The moment feels so fragile—like, once we leave this restaurant, all the comfort and openness we've established here will completely shatter, leaving no hope of putting the pieces back together. After just a few hours, I feel closer to James than I've ever felt to my mother. It's no surprise that I have abandonment issues, so the idea that, at any moment, I could lose that closeness with him scares the crap out of me. A sick part of me can also admit that I don't want him to break contact with me. There's a heat passing between us where our hands touch, charging my body in a way nothing ever has before. It's palpable. I can't imagine he doesn't feel it, too. Ok, so I'm definitely *that girl.* Sure*,* there's a chance I could be way off, but I don't think I'm misinterpreting a single thing. It turns out, I don't have to worry about losing the feel of his skin on mine. When we finally leave, he holds my hand through the parking lot. Once we're both inside the SUV, he takes it again. Maybe, like me, he's afraid I'll slip right back out of his life if he lets go for too long. \* \* \* \* \* About ten minutes into the drive, my bladder lets me know how angry it is with me. It hits me that I never went to the bathroom after the two colas on the plane or the water at the restaurant. James said it's a thirty minute drive to his place in Cory Lake Isles, and there is no way I won't piss myself in that time. "Can we stop somewhere? I have to... um... use a restroom," I say, trying not to let on how desperate the situation is. I'm bouncing in my seat, scared of what will happen if I let my muscles relax. "Of course. There's a gas station coming up. I know those bathrooms are notoriously gross, but—" "No, that's fine!" I practically shout, cutting him off and sounding one hundred percent desperate. He looks over at me with concern, and within a couple minutes, he's pulling into a poorly lit parking lot, complete with a flickering fluorescent light over one of the pumps. I have never once used a gas station bathroom, and I shudder at the thought of using one now. But it's a struggle holding it in just from the car to the grimy door, so there's no way I would have made it all the way to my father's house. James gets out of the car, too, keeping an eye on me, since there's no light at all on this side of the building. There's only one door, so it must be unisex, and inside there are two stalls and one urinal. The floors are coated in layers of brown gunk, the sinks clearly haven't been cleaned since they were installed, and the toilets are—actually, it's best I don't describe them, or the smell wafting off of them. I duck inside one of the narrow stalls and lock the door, using my tank top as a barrier between my hand and whatever deadly bacteria is gestating in here. At some point in every girl's life, she learns to do the hover-squat over a filthy toilet. You just spread your legs, bend your knees, lean forward, and aim as best you can. And to all you men out there—I'd love to see you try that without your precious penises! As I'm mid-stream, I hear the door swing open, and then someone enters the other stall, which shares a wall with mine. I force my bladder to empty itself even faster, wanting to get out of here ASAP. I rip off the few squares of toilet paper left on the cardboard roll and wipe as quickly as I can, before yanking my rucked-up skirt back down. Then I hear a zipper sliding down. At that sound, I turn and look at the metal wall to find that there is an honest-to-god glory hole carved out of it. I start freaking. Could this guy have been looking through the hole while I still had my skirt around my waist and my underwear pulled down? There's no time to worry about that, though, because there's now a dick head poking through the hole. I should leave, like, right now, but I don't move, partly out of shock and partly because I'm unable to look away. The owner of the erection must be encouraged by the fact that I didn't immediately scream and run, because his cock slowly moves forward, until the tip is just a couple inches from my hips. All I can do is stare at it. I jerked off a couple guys in high school, so it's not as though I've never seen a dick before. I've just never seen one like this, and I've definitely never seen one without also seeing the body it's attached to. It's perfectly stiff, sticking straight out at me, with pronounced veins snaking up the shaft. It's way bigger than Vinnie, and so pretty, it could star in one of my father's films. Next thing I know, I'm reaching out and letting my fingertips graze the swollen head It jerks at my touch, and a small bead of pre-come forms at the tip. Mesmerized, I scoop up the tiny drop of clear liquid with one finger and smear it onto his shaft, admiring the shiny little streak. The head is turning redder the more I play, so I wrap my fingers loosely around it and start lightly stroking it. A deep, quiet moan comes from the other side of the wall, and I tighten my grip, wanting to hear more. I can't believe this is happening. What am I doing, jerking off a complete stranger in a disgusting restroom? This guy could be anybody—a heroin addict, a mugger, a rapist. I consider myself smart. I've got a good amount of common sense—definitely enough to let go of him and run. But do I do that? Nope. My elevated heart rate and nervous, shallow panting are making me lightheaded. Through the fog in my brain, I watch my hand working him, as if it's not mine—as if I'm watching a scene in one of James' pornos—because there is no way that hand belongs to Jenny Novak. She's not a risk-taker, not adventurous. She'd never jeopardize her health and safety for a few moments of excitement. But I guess she can't—*I* can't—claim those things, anymore. I keep stroking, my hand sneaking further and further down his shaft each time. He thrusts his hips against the wall, pushing his cock as far through the hole as he can get it. I can see his dark, well-groomed hair, and I even get glimpses of the fabric of his pants, since his cock is sticking out through his open fly. The fabric is grey. With navy pinstripes. This is my father. My hand stills while I process that thought. James is on the other side of that wall, and my hand is wrapped around his hard, gorgeous dick. He has to know it's his daughter who's jerking him off. He watched me enter this room, and he came in less than a minute after I did. Just to make doubly sure he understands what's happening, I slide my hand down to fist the base of his cock, my palm on the underside and my shiny, violet fingernails resting on top, and I grip him tight. His raspy growl leaves me without a doubt that he knows exactly who I am. He's clearly made his decision, and now it's time for me to make mine. With my hand still encircling him, unmoving, my eyes fix on the dividing wall. I may as well have x-ray vision, because I can picture him perfectly. His suit jacket is unbuttoned, and his tie loosened or removed completely. His palms are flat against the wall, level with his head, as if he's being frisked, and his hips are straining against the barrier that prevents our bodies from touching. There's sweat on his brow and at the back of his neck, and his lips are parted. In my mind, he is beautiful—passion personified. Half of my genes are his, so he gets to be listed on my birth certificate as my father, but that's not what he is. Not really. To me, this is a man I've known less than a day. Thinking of him objectively, instead of through the eyes of an emotionally neglected daughter, I can admit he's tall, strong, smart, attentive, polished, and sexy as hell. I remember the way my heart raced the first time he touched my hand at dinner, and I realize now that it was from attraction. I'm attracted to my father. If I'd been raised by him, I probably wouldn't feel what I'm feeling, but I wasn't. I can't deny that I want him, and judging by our current situation, I can have him. Looks like I've made my decision, too. Still clutching his cock at the root, I crouch down until my mouth is level with the tip. I watch in awe as another little bead of pre-come forms there and grows heavy enough that it drips onto my inner thigh. With the hand not on his erection, I smear the slippery liquid onto my first two fingertips and bring my hand up my skirt and under the waistband of my underwear, using the lubrication to slowly circle my clit. I probably didn't have to use his fluids for that, because I have so much of my own between my legs that it's soaking through my cotton panties. This way was just... hotter. Touching myself elevates this whole encounter. Before, it was only about his pleasure—I was just the tool for it. Now, it's just as much for me as it is for him, because I want to get off just as badly as I want him to. Still working my clit, I lean forward and bring my parted lips to less than an inch from the right side of his cock. I let my warm breath caress the sensitive flesh from base to tip, then move to the left side to give it the same treatment. This close, I can smell his masculine scent, and all I want right now is to taste it. Tilting my head back, I trace the length of the underside of his shaft with the tip of my nose, my wet tongue trailing behind, tasting the salt on his skin. When I reach the head, I take it into my hot, hungry mouth, and wrap my lips around it. Somewhere above me, I hear a loud grunt and the sound of his fist slamming against the wall. The cheap metal construction shakes with the force of it. I suck as I slide my mouth off of him and give a breathy laugh at his reaction. It's the first real sound I've made since this started, and his cock twitches in response to it. I don't put my mouth back on him for a full minute, probably making him worry that I've changed my mind and realized how incredibly wrong this is. But I realized that as soon as I learned whose dick I was playing with, and it wasn't enough to stop me then. I don't think anything could, at this point. When I decide he's suffered long enough, I open up wide to take as much of him as I can into my mouth and start sucking him off. He's big enough that I can only fit half of his cock in there, so I start pumping him with the hand that's still wrapped tightly around the bottom half. I work him at a torturously slow pace, never picking up speed. Aside from his choice to present his cock to me, I've been making every move, deciding every direction this will take. I do appreciate that. If I'd chosen to stop at any point, or to never start at all, that would have been the end of it. But I don't want to make all the decisions anymore. Now, I want him to take over. I want him to use my mouth. After a few minutes of my lazy rhythm, his hips instinctively start rocking forward, but only in very shallow thrusts. He's probably hesitant, afraid that one wrong move will push me too far, and I'll stop. To encourage him, I let out a low moan that vibrates through every thick inch between my lips. Hearing my unmistakable sound of pleasure, James' thrusts become more insistent, more forceful. I keep my head still, letting him truly fuck my mouth. The wall vibrates as his hips bang into it repeatedly, and I tighten my lips around him and suck harder. I close my eyes and focus on the feel of his impossibly hard, hot cock sliding back and forth over my tongue, the taste of his soft skin in my wet mouth, and the juices flowing from my core as I easily slip two fingers inside. I can feel him throbbing in my hand and mouth, which means he's getting close. I think about finishing him off like this—letting him shoot his load on my tongue, face, or breasts. The thought of my skin coated in his thick, white spunk nearly sets me off, but I know that isn't how I want to come. It's definitely not how I want James to come, either. I pull my head back, so that his seeking cock can't reach my mouth anymore. His erection glistens with my saliva, and the head is swollen and a very dark, angry red color. A string of pre-come links my mouth to the tip of his cock, until I lick my bottom lip and watch as the string snaps. He's panting loudly on the other side, and I look up to see his well-manicured fingers gripping the top of the aging slab of rusted metal between us, as if he can't support himself without its help. The whole moment is surreal, but right now, I prefer it that way. I refuse to let reality seep in and ruin this strange and forbidden bonding moment between me and my father. The only things allowed to permeate my mind are the relentless, painful pumping of blood to my clit, the sight of his beautiful cock still so close to my face, the heat we've generated together, and the thick smell of sex, which has somehow overpowered all the other smells in this room. With everything else barred from entering my consciousness, what I do next is just the natural progression of things. It's what my body clearly wants, and, judging by the pre-come still dripping from his still- fully erect cock, it's what he wants, too. I lean in and lick the clear liquid from him, tasting it's intoxicating flavor one last time before standing up. My legs are shaking like crazy from having been in a crouched position for so long. As I pull my short skirt back up around my waist, I look up at James' knuckles, now blanched white with the effort it's taking him to hold on. I quickly slide my underwear down to my knees and step out, one leg at a time, before hanging them on the broken hook on my stall door. When I see how soaked they are at the crotch, I do something very out of character for me—I giggle. My father's pained groan echoes off the tile walls and through the room. I spin around, so my ass faces him, and bend at the waist to look between my legs. His rigid dick is an inch or two above my entrance, so I go up on my tiptoes and reach behind me to grab hold of him. I spread my legs a little further apart and rub the tip up and down over my wet slit, getting it ready for me. Then, holding it right at my opening, I start to pushing my hips back, until I have the head of his cock buried inside my hot, needy pussy. Just as I start to moan, James shouts, "Oh, fuck!" I'm not ready to move back anymore, yet. Thanks to my father's birthday gift, I'm used to having something inside me there, but James is much thicker than Vinnie, so he's stretching me more than I've ever been stretched. It takes me a moment to adjust before I start pressing further back. His cock is as far through the glory hole as it can be, so I get to take him in at the pace I need. I go slowly, but eventually, I've fully impaled myself on him. My juices made sliding myself onto large dick easier than I expected. And, fuck, it felt so good going in. I remain still, now, taking a moment to appreciate everything I'm feeling. His cock is so hot, and he's filling me up so completely. I can actually feel his him throbbing against my tight walls, and my pussy answers by spasming around him. I would be happy to stay just like this for hours, stuffed full with my father's long shaft, but my body has other ideas. Once I get accustomed to having something so large stretching me, I begin slowly pulling off of him, until just the head is left inside, and then, just as slowly, I take him back in again. I do this a few times before he starts moving in time with me. His hips pull back as mine move forward, and then we come together again. I moan every time he pushes back in. Over and over, my ass presses against the cold metal wall, trying to get as much of James' cock in me as I can. I want him, all of him, but I also crave the friction of him pumping in and out of me. I've thought about sex so much. I've thought about what it would feel like, smell like, taste like, sound like. I've fingered myself countless times, and after I got Vinnie, I used him to make myself come every single night. I thought I had a pretty good idea of what this would be like, but I was so very wrong. Having an actual cock in me—a hard, smooth, pulsing, eager cock—is like a drug, and the high is only intensified by knowing it's my father's. I feel my arousal coursing through my veins, making my head spin and my body weak but wanting. No longer able to hold myself up, I reach across the narrow space and press my palms against the dingy, mildewy tile. I can worry later about what I've just been infected with—there's no room in my mind for that right now. With the added leverage the wall is giving me, I can start to really fuck my father, bouncing back on him and making the metal behind me shake and the sound reverberate through the room. James stops moving, but he doesn't pull back, so I keep fucking myself with his cock, using it for my pleasure. I cry out as I thrust back onto him again and again, feeling the head caress that magical spot inside me each time. I'm panting in time with my rapid movements, and I quickly get too lightheaded to support myself on the wall anymore. I bend over further, and my hands slide down the grimy wall, until they come to rest on the metal toilet paper dispense. I have to pause for a moment to catch my breath, and James takes over for me. With my ass pressed hard against the divider, he begins pistoning into me. I wish so much that his strong hands could grab my hips right now and pull me back onto him with each thrust. If the fucking is this intense now, I can only imagine how much better it would be if I could feel more than just his cock—if all of his skin could touch all of mine, and we could explore and please each other's bodies completely. My clit starts throbbing, begging for attention, so I bring one hand back to play with it. As I circle it with the pads of two fingers, I get closer and closer to my orgasm. I cry louder, almost shouting. My juices start leaking out around his cock and trickling down my inner thighs, enhancing the wet sound of our fucking. My walls begin to clench and unclench around him, and I feel his cock grow impossibly bigger. We're both so close to coming. He could pull out of my clutching cunt. I could pull away from the wall and finish myself off with just my fingers. But he doesn't, and neither do I. I can tell he wants to shoot inside my tight, wet hole just as much as I want his thick cock filling me as I explode around it. I start shouting "Yes!" repeatedly and almost incoherently as I approach my climax, and I hear him growling and grunting behind me. My fingers speed up on my clit while my pussy convulses, and then I'm flying. This orgasm is so different from any I've ever experienced before, and I come harder than I thought possible. I don't know how I don't pass out from it, but I remain standing. I take my fingers off my clit and move my hand back to the dispenser again, so I can push myself back against the stall wall as much as possible, as my father bottoms out in me. He's as far in as he can get with a wall separating us, and I feel his cock pulse as he starts pumping his hot seed into my depths. I scream and he yells "Fuck!" as another orgasm rips through me, making my cunt milk him for every drop, until it's spilling out and dripping down my legs. My father begins pumping again, lazily, as we both come down from our peak. My breath slows, and the only sound I can hear is the ringing in my ears. I think my own screams have deafened me. He remains inside me for another minute, until his cock begins to soften. Then he slips out of my drenched pussy, leaving me feeling so empty. It takes a lot of effort, but I straighten myself up, and his come gushes from between my legs and lands on the floor. I try not to wonder how many layers of the sticky liquid coats that tile. Yick. When I turn around, his cock is gone, and the next thing I hear is the bathroom door swinging open and shut. I'm alone, now. I lean back against the wall and try to process what just happened. I just lost my virginity... in a filthy public restroom... to my father. It's not how I pictured my first time, but, somehow, it was better than anything I could have imagined. I need to clean myself off, so I reach down for some toilet paper, then remember that I'd already used the last of it. My panties will have to suffice, and I use them to wipe off my father's and my come from my legs and pussy, then ball the wet fabric up in my hand. I have a plan for it. I can still feel some of our fluids leaking out of me, but I think I'll just leave that there. I go to the sink to wash my hands, but no water comes out, and the soap dispenser is empty. I guess my hands are going to be covered in germs and come until we get to James' place. I leave the room and walk back to the SUV. James is already sitting inside, all casual, as if nothing incredible or insanely taboo has just happened. Once I'm in, I lean toward him, giving him the impression that I'm going to kiss him. My parted lips pass just inches from his, and I can see the lust in his eyes as they follow my mouth. Instead, I reach into his suit jacket and tuck my well-used underwear into the pocket, then sit back in my seat. James clears his throat before he leans over me and reaches his hand between my legs. I shiver when his arm grazes the soft, exposed skin of my inner thigh, and then his hand is opening the glove box. I like this game. He pulls out a little bottle of hand sanitizer and hands it me. I look at him, beaming, and tell him, "You are a lifesaver. Thank you." More sincere words were never spoken. His warm smile lights up his face, and our eyes lock for what feels like forever, before he starts the car and pulls back onto the highway. It's silent for the rest of the trip, except for the sensual music coming from the speakers. There's a lot of low bass and heavy beats, and it's turning me on again. Great. Thanks, dad. When we get to his house, it takes my breath away. It's dark out, but there are lights lining the walkway, so I can see the property well enough. It's not the ostentatious mansion I expected. It's large, but not unnecessarily so. It was clearly built a long time ago but has been lovingly restored. It's beautiful. For some reason, when I look at this house, all I can think is, "This is home*."* Still not saying anything, James grabs my bags and leads me inside the house and up to the bedroom I'll be staying in. Placing my luggage on the floor by the bed, he turns to me, takes my hand, and finally speaks. "I'm just down the hall. Your room has its own bathroom, and it's stocked with towels and whatever else you need. If you need anything—anything at all—let me know." If I'm not mistaken, that last part has a double meaning. "I will," I tell him, gazing into the eyes that match mine. My father lifts my hand, looks again at my light violet nails, and then presses a soft kiss to them, letting his lips linger there. It feels like there are butterflies in my womb, and my breathing picks up a little. Then he releases me and walks toward his bedroom. Finally alone, I walk to my bed and collapse onto it. "I think that went well," I say to myself. \* \* \* \* \* Later that night, while I'm in the shower, I hear James sneak in behind me. I feel his erection against my ass when he wraps his arms around my waist and presses kisses to the back of my neck and down my shoulder. He quickly spins me so that I'm facing the wall, pulls my hips back and shoves his cock deep inside me. Having his warm skin on mine and being able to feel all of him, instead of just cold metal, heightens everything. I never once look behind me as he fucks me. When we both find release, he spills his seed inside me, yet again, before pulling out and leaving me to finish my shower. The rest of the week continues this way. We spend as much time as we can getting to know each other. We go out for dinner every night, and each time, he holds my hand on top of the table. One day, he brings me to his offices, and I'm impressed with how professional everything looks and how many people he has on his staff. I've always wanted to go into marketing, and now I'm thinking how great it would be to work with my father. At least once a day, James finds an opportunity to get inside me me. One night, he wakes me from sleep as he settles between my parted thighs. The room is pitch black, so we can't see each other, but I can feel his hot skin as he covers my body with his. Another time, I'm outside, lying on my stomach and sunbathing. My eyes are closed, but I can tell there's a body looming over me, blocking the sun. He slips a blindfold over my eyes and ties it at the back of my head, then straddles my thighs, pulls my bikini bottoms to the side, and pushes into me. This is how I spend the seven of the most incredible days of my life. When we make love, I never look at him, we never talk, and he always finishes inside of me. I've convinced myself that he must have had a vasectomy, or something. It would explain why he never worries about filling his very fertile, young daughter with his seed. It would also explain why he never had any kids after me, despite having been married three times. When he drops me off at the airport at the end of my visit, we say goodbye before I get into the line for security. Tears fill my eyes, but I don't let them spill over. His eyes flit over my face, as if trying to commit every feature to memory, like he might never see me again. Just before we part, I go up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his cheek. \* \* \* \* \* Just over a month later, I realize that I'm a couple weeks overdue for my period. After three positive at-home pregnancy tests, I visit my doctor, who confirms that I'm pregnant. Once the initial shock wears off, I find that I'm not upset or angry that we'd been been so reckless that whole week. My only worry is that James won't be happy about this. As soon as I get home from my appointment, I call him, telling him that I need to see him as soon as possible. He offers to fly up to Baltimore, but I tell him that I'd rather travel to him, so he books me a flight for later that night. Because I'm way too chicken to tell him to his face, I send him a text before getting on the plane. *I'm pregnant.* Two words, short and sweet. Really, what else is there to say? I don't look at my phone at all until I reach Tampa International, and when I do check, there's no response. My heart starts pounding, I'm so worried about what his reaction will be. This is just as much his doing as it is mine, though, so I take a deep breath and head toward baggage claim. Unlike the last time I was here, I spot my father right away. When he sees me, the smile on his face is so bright, it's blinding. He starts walking toward me with quick strides, and I practically run in my rush to get to him. When we reach each other, he takes my face in both of his large, warm hands and brings his lips to mine in a possessive, passionate kiss. Our first. He grabs me by the waist and lifts me up, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. We hold each other so tightly, it almost hurts, but not enough to let go. "God, I love you," he whispers in my ear. I never go back to Baltimore. James has my things shipped to his home—my home—wanting me with him for the entire pregnancy, and so he can be there for our child like he wasn't able to be there for me. He tells me every day how grateful he is to me for giving him a second chance at being a father. A few months after I move in with him, my father's production company releases what's quickly becoming it's highest grossing film ever—*Glory Girl*.

Title: Meant to Be Ch. 02 Tags: first meeting, frustration, interrupted Lt. Williams looked up at the gray sky. The heavy overcast had grounded all flights as it seemed this weather had socked all the airbases and extended across the continent. He was thankful for the day off. He and the crew of "Tantalizing Take-off" had completed a dozen missions and so for only one crew member, Roberts, the right waist gunner had been hit. Even that would be stretching it as he slammed his fingers while clearing a jam in his .50 cal machine gun on their last flight. O'Rourke, the other waist gunner, had found a 4 leaf clover upon returning from the first mission and had pinned it to his flight suit. He took to painting one at his station after each mission and one the crew took it a step further. Now a 4 leaf clover was stenciled over the entry door and each crew man patted it upon getting in for luck. The word around the base was the ship was "special". Something to do with the serial number or some other dumb thing. Lt. Archer, the co-pilot, was convinced it was Williams' piloting skills, that somehow Williams just knew where to be in the sky. Aaron knew better. It was just dumb luck. No 4 leaf clover, no prayer, could save them if their time was up. Yesterday was a prime example. It was a milk run, a hop across the Channel to the Pas de Calais, to bomb some military installation. There was fighter cover and clear skies. The flak was light too. As they began the bomb run, the B-17 on their starboard disappeared in flash. It seemed it was hit in the bomb bay by some flak and was gone. There were no survivors. Of the 75 planes that took part in the raid, it was the only one that failed to return. Aaron headed down the sidewalk in Duckworth. It hadn't changed since he was here two weeks ago but then again, it hadn't changed in fifty years. He was headed for a date with Bridget. It had been two weeks since he had been with her and the memory was still fresh in his mind. He was able to lose himself in her warm, soft body that night and he needed to lose himself again. He wasn't sure about how he felt about her. He enjoyed her company and conversation that night. As far as the sex, she was responsive and willingly. He felt she was more than just someone to romp in the hay with but how much more? One thing he was sure of as he stopped in front of the local flower shop. He noticed it was about 10 minutes before closing and he knew that his timing was perfect. He could see her standing behind the counter as he entered. He knew nothing about her except her name, well, at least her last name, Mrs. Scottsdale. Obviously she was married but where was Mr. Scottsdale? In the service? Maybe she was divorced. It didn't matter. Since he literally ran into her, he had a desire to meet her again, to talk, and to get to know her. There was something about her that intrigued him. She looked up from her work. "Why, hello, Lieutenant," She smiled as she spoke. "May I help you with something?" There it was. That sparkle in her eyes he first noticed. "Yes, you can," he replied. "I'm looking for some flowers, small bouquet, for a lady." "Any special ones?" "No, not really. I was hoping you could help me. Perhaps you could tell me what you like." "All right." She moved from behind the counter. Aaron watched her walk towards some flowers across the store. There was something about her that reminded him of the girls from Princeton. There was an air about her. The way she walked and moved showed one who was confident and sure of herself. She acted like she was use to a life far from this flower shop and Duckworth. He watched her closely. "How about these," she said turning to him and showing him some daisies. Aaron took a second to answer her as his mind was elsewhere. "Uh, yes, sure. What ever you say." He mumbled. She frowned at him and placed a hand on her hip. "Did you hear anything I said, Lieutenant?" "Yes,yes," he replied, "They are fine." He moved closer to her. He wasn't sure if it was her perfume or the flowers he smelled but it was heavenly. He smiled. Vicki looked up into his face. Suddenly she felt strange and confused. There was something about him that awoke some long lost feelings within her. She felt cornered. "Good," She attempted to move by him but it seemed as they moved, they blocked their way. Aaron started to laugh and it was infectious. She joined in. Aaron stepped aside. "Sorry." "Anything else, Lieutenant? A card perhaps?" "Yes, just a note." Aaron was now standing across the counter from her. "And something else." He took a small card and wrote on it. "Yes, Lieutenant?" He looked right at her. "Your name. Don't you think it's a little silly you calling me Lieutenant and me, well?" Vicki laughed for the second time today. "You're right. It is Victoria Scottsdale. My friends call me Vicki." "Very pleased to meet you. May I call you Vicki?" "By all means," She actually felt herself blush. "Vicki, I'm Aaron Williams." "Aaron. I like it. It suits you." "Thank you. Now that is done, what do I owe you, Vicki?" He reached into his pocket and placed a pile of coins and paper on the counter. "I can't make any sense of your money." Vicki sorted through the pile and took the correct change. When she was done, she handed him his bouquet, now tied up in a bright bow. Aaron took the flowers, put the note under the ribbon, and handed them back to her. "What is this about?" Vicki asked. There was note of confusion in her voice. "Please read the note." It read; 'I'm sorry about the vase. Let me make it up to you." "I don't understand." "Look, I would like to see you again. You know, take you to a movie or something. Please." She looked down at the card. What would it hurt? She thought. Not really believing what she was saying, she said, "Yes, Aaron, yes, you may." "Great! It's a date. When I get another pass, we'll go. Don't change your mind." He wheeled and left the shop. "Till then." As Vicki watched him go, a voice came from behind her. "Good for you, Victoria." Her mother put her hand on Vicki's shoulder. "I don't know, Mother. We'll see." Aaron hustled over to Bridget's flat. He had a little extra spring in his step. Was it because he just wrangled a date from Victoria Scottsdale or was it because he was going to meet Bridget? He didn't know nor did he care. He felt good and that was all that matter right now. If Bridget was willing, he might feel even better. He knocked loudly on her door and then walked in. "Bridget!" he yelled. "What are you doing?" Bridget slammed the door to the bedroom. "I'm not even dressed yet." "Doesn't matter." He shouted through the door. "We're staying in tonight." The door swung open. She came out covered in a cheap kimono wrap. "What do you mean? Staying in?" Aaron was emptying his pockets on the table. "Look, I brought some SPAM, some real butter, sugar, and a small can of milk. Do you have any eggs? Potatoes?" "Yes. Eggs are in the icebox and the potatoes are in the lower cabinet. Not many, I'm afraid. Let me get dressed and I'll cook them up." He was already rattling through the pots and pans. "Don't bother. I'm cooking for us tonight." For the first time, he looked at her. The kimono barely covered her body but enough to leave something for the imagination. Aaron walked over and put his arms on her shoulders. "You look good enough as you are." He kissed her and he felt her yield to him. He could take her now, make love right then but he stopped. "I'll start dinner." Bridget never had a man cook for her. Her dad never cooked anything. It was always her mum. It made her feel a little uncomfortable but after the first bite she knew she could grow to like it. Aaron prepared some fried SPAM, scrambled eggs cooked in real butter, fried potatoes, and best cup of tea she had tasted in a while. They sat in silence as they ate, enjoying the meal but even that felt right. As they finished, Aaron broke the quiet. "I almost forgot. These are for you." With that he pulled out a pair of nylon stockings and handed them to her. "Oh, Aaron!" Bridget squealed. "I haven't had a pair of these, well, in a long time. I'll put them right now. You're such a dear." With that she hugged him and ran off to the bedroom. It seemed like just seconds when she returned. "Are my seams straight?" she said turning around. Aaron reached out and pulled her towards him. She sat on his lap, her legs straddling his. He kissed her. Lightly at first but her lips parted, inviting a deeper, more passionate kiss. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling on it gently. Bridget tossed her head back, exposing her neck. Aaron greedily began to kiss it, to suck on her nape. With his hands he pushed the kimono off her shoulders, exposing her ample breasts. Bridget sighed as his kisses sent tingles through her body, causing her to grind her pelvis into his crotch. She could feel his erection press against her. She placed her hands behind his head and pushed it towards her breasts. Her nipples were hard and inviting. He cupped her breasts with his hands and began to suck on one. His tongue swirled around the hard nub as he sucked it into his mouth. He gently bit on it, causing her pussy to clench from the sensation. She raised his face and looked into it. Her expression was one of pure lust. She wanted him badly. Right there, in the kitchen. It didn't matter. There was a hard knock on the door. "Lt. Williams, are you in there?" The voice seemed far away and it took a few moments before they heard it. "Lt. Williams?" Bridget untangled herself from his lap and pulled the kimono tightly around her. She retreated towards the bedroom. Aaron opened the door a crack, as far as the chain allowed. "Yes?" "Sorry to disturb you, Lt.," Sgt Brewster said. "But all leaves are cancelled. Everyone is to report back to base. There is a ride waiting downstairs." "Very well, I'll be right down." Aaron shut the door and turned to Bridget. "Sorry." She rushed to him and flung her arms around him. "Aaron, be careful and come back to me. No good-byes." He kissed her, grabbed his coat and tie, and left. Sgt. Brewster was waiting outside. "You couldn't have been 30, 45 minutes later, Sgt.?" "War is hell, sir." "Yes, it is," Aaron replied, "especially for a smart-assed sergeant."

Title: Catching the Outlines by Squirrel Tags: Character Development, Mouse, Romance, Sci-Fi, Skunk, Suggestive A sigh ... ... and a mew (from the skunk). And a squeak (from the mouse). The patter-pat-pat of water streaming from the shower-head. To their fur. Soaking him (and her), and dripping, swirling to the drain, and ... A few huffs, and ... ... baited breaths. A whimper-squeak ... All behind the semi-transparent shower curtain. Which blurred their furry bodies from the mirror. Seconds ... seconds more, and ... ... eventual quiet. Only breathing. Only streaming water. Until his paw reached to turn the water off. And it went to a trickle, and then a stop ... but droplets still dripping from them. From paws and whisker-tips. It was Audrey who ... drew back the curtain, daintily stepping out. She was so strong-willed, so confident, but ... so feminine. She reached for the tan-colored towel on the rack on the wall. And pulled it off. Her bare backside to him. Her tail water-logged and dipping (where, normally, when dry ... it would be high and arched). She turned her neck a bit, half-catching his gaze. Peregrine let out a slightly giggling breath. "What ... " His voice was a bit wispy. But, then, most male mice ... had traces of wispiness. Some more than others. "Nothin' ... " She tossed him the towel. Smiling (with a sort of ... relaxed satisfaction). "Dry up, huh? He'll be here in twenty minutes ... " It was 9:40 at night. The grey-furred mouse caught the towel. Gave an airy squeak. Chitter-squeak ... and used both paws to furiously dry his fur. Dry-dry ... dry ... She watched him, still damp ... and sidled up to him. The mouse still standing in the tub, under the shower-head, and her own foot-paws ... on the linoleum of the bathroom floor. And she leaned forward a bit ... ... and he paused, the towel on his head, dishy ears bulging beneath ... eyes covered. Muzzle sticking out, with whiskers twitching and nose sniffing, and ... ... she planted a tiny, tiny kiss on his nose (on the tip). Squeak! A giggle ... and she leaned back. "Dry enough, darling ... dry," she whispered, tugging on his arms. " ... enough." "What about you?" he asked. "You're still all ... wet." She smiled and raised her arms. "Well ... dry away. You've got the towel." A giggle. "Mm ... is this you being lazy, or you being ... " " ... alluring," she assured. "I'm being alluring." Her eyes sparked ... as she looked into his. "I figured," was his warm, playful whisper, "as much." And he proceeded to brush the towel all over her. Front and behind ... drying her. Eyes darting (briefly) to the fogged-up mirror. Catching the outlines ... the traces of their shoulders and tails and ... their happiness. Their glow. Their love. Eventually, their shared towel slipped to the floor, and they left the bathroom (through the slightly-open door). And went to the bedroom. Almost forgetting that they were living under the shadow of a conspiracy ... under predatory rule. Almost forgetting all the fears. And the finer points of ... every issue in their lives. A shower was almost enough to make them forget. And, had they time, they would've gotten back in ... ... and taken another. But Advance (the pinon mouse) would be here soon. There was much to discuss. Peregrine and Audrey sat on the couch, and ... Advance sat opposite them. In a cushioned chair. Fidgeting. Paws in his laps, and then ... reaching for the bowl of cheddar cheese goldfish-shaped crackers ... on the coffee table. Grabbing a paw-ful, putting them in his lap, and then ... using both paws to bring one to his lips. To nibble-nibble. Nibble ... reaching for another ... "Are you really from Death Valley?" Peregrine asked, curious ... " ... like, California?" Advance looked up. Swallowed. Nodded ... " ... mm ... " Nibble ... " ... yeah. I mean, born there. Pinon mice are ... that's where we are." "But you're not there," Audrey pointed out, "anymore." A pause. "No," Advance admitted. "My family moved here ... when I was very young. Like, when I was four ... " He, like, the other two ... was in his early 20's. The 'why' was lurking on the skunk's lips. On the tip of her tongue. But she didn't ask it, feeling that ... Advance didn't wish to answer such a question. But why not? Why didn't he ... "I just ... we're a rare species. I mean, I'm a mouse, but ... mice aren't rare, but ... MY kind of mouse is. Very. You know ... it's ... " He reached for another paw-ful of the crackers. Licked his lips a bit. Let out a sigh. "I get ... I get lonely," he admitted. "You don't have a mate?" Peregrine guessed. Advance, avoiding eye contact, slowly shook his head. "No," was his whisper. "There's this ground squirrel ... at the factory. She, uh ... but, uh, I'm too shy to ask her." "Send her a note ... write her a note," Audrey suggested. "Leave it where she'll find it. It'll be romantic ... " "I don't know ... " Advance swallowed, reached for his water glass. Condensation wetting his fingers as he lifted it. As he sipped. Sip ... and swallow. Putting the glass back down. "I'm used to being ... looked at. Stared at." "You're a very handsome mouse," Audrey assured (quietly moving her paw to Peregrine's ... squeezing it ... just to remind him, in case his mousey anxiety tried to tell him otherwise ... that HE was the most handsome mouse in the room). "I'm a novelty. A rarity. But ... you know, I'm something different. At the same time, it scares furs, and makes them wary ... makes them curious. Sometimes, they want to know more, but I'm so awkward, and ... " He trailed. "You don't want to hear any of this ... that's not why I came here. My personal problems ... are ... not really ... " " ... an issue?" Audrey asked, having taking the lead in the conversation (leaving the mice to comfortably occupy their natural, subservient roles ... speaking when spoken to, responding when prodded ... following her lead). "I just don't have a personality," he admitted. "I'm sure you do. We all do ... I mean ... look at you. A rare mouse from Death Valley. Your tail has fur on it. That's not like ... any mouse I've seen. Your ears are ... " " ... big? Like umbrellas? Satellite dishes?" A giggle. "Cute. They're cute." "But that's the thing ... I mean, physically, my background, where I come from, what I look like ... furs are drawn to that. But ... I'm not funny, not playful, not smart. I'm just ... me. I'm just a fur. I'm just a rodent. I'm average. Some furs are ... above average. Some furs below. I'm just ... plain average. Like a shiny toy that furs scoop up to play with, but ... after a few days, they find a better toy. And they drop me in the mud." Peregrine's whiskers twitched. Feeling ... for his fellow mouse. "I want to be wanted," Advance whispered weakly, "for my ... who I am. Inside. Like, my heart, and my ... mind, and ... I want someone to want my soul. My ... me," he emphasized. "I want to be loved in a deeper way." He looked from Audrey to Peregrine, and back to Audrey. "Like the love you two have ... " Audrey shyly took a breath. "Well ... " "You seem so stable ... the both of you." "We've had our problems," Audrey told him. "But you're better than your problems. Stronger than them. And I think that's evident in how you speak and how you ... look at each other. You no longer have to wait for a mate, for love, cause ... you have it. Even if it's not perfect, you have it ... and ... you don't know how jealous I am of that. How many furs would be jealous of that ... " A pause. A whisker-twitch, and a sigh. "Waiting is the hardest part, you know?" Audrey nodded quietly. "I mean, they all tell you ... that there's someone out there for you. And I believe that ... God has a plan, and He ... He knows, you know, what I need, so ... but how long do I have to wait? How much longer can I last? I ... mm ... " He shook his head, frowning. "I come off as pitiful. I don't mean to whine ... " "It's okay ... " "I'm a typical mouse, as you can see ... " He nibbled on his crackers again. "Well, I, for one ... am a HUGE fan of mice," said Audrey, grinning. "So am I," Peregrine piped in (for obvious reasons). Offering, "You can be our friend ... we can be your friends." "I've learned," Advance responded, "not to make friends. The conspiracy takes them away ... it changes them. In this town, to form a connection with someone is to ... invite trouble. Love is forbidden. You're lucky the guard trolleys haven't come for you ... to separate you from each other." Audrey inhaled. Exhaled. "I mean, not that ... I'm not trying to be cynical. I don't want that to happen to you. I'm happy," Advance insisted, "for you." But the hint of jealousy remained. And ... he felt ashamed for it. These furs were so nice, so ... grounded. And they were going to help him get rid of Mandy, and ... come up with a plan to liberate Sheridan, Wyoming, from the Sheridan Network ... " ... I'm sorry ... I'm being ungrateful ... " "You're not. You're just ... under strain. Like the rest of us," the skunk supplied. "I took my time getting here. I left my house ... early. To make sure the guard trolleys weren't watching. I ... sometimes, they pass outside my house at night, and they ring their bells and wake me up. On purpose. To scare me." He twitched. His ears swivelled, and he swallowed. "They came in, once ... the coyotes ... the coyotes that run 'The Board.' And they took one of my employees. A ground squirrel." They listened. "I don't know what they did to him, only ... he never came back. I don't know what he did wrong. Maybe it was just random. Maybe they wanted to beat up on some prey, and ... randomly picked someone. I just ... ever since then, when I leave my house, I'm afraid. I'm afraid, 'Today, it'll be me.' And ... " He closed his eyes and shivered. Twitching. "When Mandy, the cheetah ... when she knocked on my door the other day, I nearly ... I started crying, and I ... tried to hide, and she ... but she knew I was there. She kept knocking, so I opened the door, and she made me sit down, and ... " He twitched uncontrollably. Tears slipping out of his eyes, making his whiskers heavy ... with droplets trailing to the tips. His throat hurt. "She made me do things ... " "Things?" Peregrine whispered (barely audible). "Are you serious ... Advance ... " "I didn't want to ... " "Are you okay?" Peregrine asked. Concerned. A sniffle. "I don't know," was the weak, whispered response. "I ... she ... and then, after, she made me sit down again, and she ... told me why she was here, what she was ... gonna do with my tea, and ... then she went down to explore the factory. I mean, when it ... when it happened, I ... I was in shock, you know?" A sniffle-twitch ... sniff ... " ... I was numb, and I ... couldn't cry, and couldn't think about it. Immediately, I shoved it aside. Made myself think it never happened ... but ... as the day went on, I ... and a few hours ago, I just ... my denial dissolved. And, now, it hurts ... " "She hurt you?" Audrey whispered, leaving the couch ... A sniff ... " ... I ... it feels like bruises." A swallow. A tiny sob. "Mm ... " Sniff. "But it mostly hurts inside. I ... what I feel ... it just reinforces," he sniffed, "that furs only want me for one thing. I ... crave it so much, but ... now, I'm afraid of it. Cause I never know ... if they want it out of lust or love. If I'm just being used ... " "Oh ... hey ... " Audrey was on her knees beside his chair, hugging him ... holding. "Hey ... she's not gonna touch you again, okay." "I shouldn't have said anything ... I'm sorry ... they might be listening," Advance prattled, trying to wriggle away. Instinctually wanting to hide somewhere. To burrow. When mice got scared, their instinct was to burrow in a dark, tight space. Audrey held him still, eyes flickering over to Peregrine. The grey-furred mouse looked shocked ... at Advance's revelation. At his story. And Peregrine weakly shrugged. Mouthing, "I don't know ... what to do." "Get him something warm ... soup, or ... hot chocolate," she mouthed back. Peregrine nodded, scurrying to the kitchen ... which had no wall ... it was an extension of the living room. "Advance, it's okay ... alright?" Audrey cooed, stroking his arms. She knew how to soothe a mouse. Being that her mate was one. Mice were delicate, vulnerable creatures. So open to attack, but ... so emotional, so loving ... they might need a lot of care and nurturing, but what they gave in return ... was so precious. Mice were worth the investment. It was a shame that more furs didn't realize that ... A sniffle, and he wiped his paws on his eyes ... blinking. Sniffling ... "Okay?" she whispered. A weak nod. And, after a minute, Peregrine came back with a mug of hot chocolate ... and handed it to Advance. The pinon mouse swallowed, sniffling ... " ... th-thank you," he stammered, taking the mug with both paws. "Don't sip on it yet," Peregrine warned. "Blow on it a bit ... just came out of the microwave." Advance nodded. Peregrine slowly went back to the couch, sitting down ... holding his own tail in his paws. Whiskers twitching. Watching as Audrey soothed Advance ... and then ... as she joined him back on the couch, leaving Advance to daintily sip at his hot beverage. Sip ... sip. Nose twitching, flaring, taking in the scent of the hot chocolate. The wafting aroma. "Been a while ... since I've had this. Hot chocolate. Or ... and friends. And ... " He went quiet. Whispering a humble, "Thank you ... " He smiled shyly. Dimples on his furry cheeks (when he smiled). Audrey smiled back. "No problem ... " "You can stay," Peregrine said, "the night. Sleep on the couch." He knew, from experience, how afraid a mouse could be ... of the night. And to walk the rural miles back to his house, with the guard trolleys out and about ... Advance wasn't in the condition to do that. "It's not a problem," Peregrine assured, anticipating Advance's counter ... ... and the pinon mouse nodded gratefully. Saying, again, "Th-thank you ... you're so kind ... the both of you." Peregrine flushed. Audrey deferred Advance's words. "Just trying to help," was her response. A quiet sniffle. A deeper sip (of his hot chocolate), and Advance whispered, "She needs to be stopped. Mandy. She's ... insane. She's ... driven. She wants to crush all prey." "So, she's running the Conspiracy now? She controls the Sheridan towns?" "No ... it's ... it's the same as before. Each town is controlled by its own 'Board'," Advance supplied. Holding his mug with both paws. "Then Mandy tried to wake General Sheridan ... cause she knew the various 'Boards' would have to defer power to him, and she would ... by waking him, ingratiate herself with him ... she was going to be the power behind the throne, as it were, and ... then a mouse and bat ... stopped her. I mean, if you believe the rumors. Regardless, General Sheridan is gone, so ... Mandy has no direct way to power. She has to earn it. Or steal it. And ... she's going to steal it." "Can she do that?" "She thinks she can do anything ... she's ... she's a robot, you know?" "Really?" Audrey's eyes widened. A quiet nod. "She smelled ... off, to me. Smelled mechanical. She let it slip, when ... when ... " He shut his eyes. "She purred a few things ... in the moment. She was boasting." He went quiet. "She's a robot, though. And there are more like her. She's the only one who's been activated, but there are back-ups. If Mandy's destroyed, or killed ... her back-up will activate itself. And all the memories of the Mandy that's here now ... will transfer to the new one." "That's ... " " ... insane? Well, yeah ... she's insane. She's ... I don't know her story. Her history. But ... she's just another disease that's mutated from the plague that is this conspiracy. And ... she thinks that, if this tea plan works ... it'll give her a bargaining chip. Give her more control. And ... I don't know. 'The Board' knows she's here. Our 'Board' in Sheridan, Wyoming, here ... they're all coyotes. They're a wild bunch, but ... Mandy has powers of seduction. She's stronger than five other furs put together. She has nine lives. She's ... I don't know, but ... I'm really afraid. We HAVE to stop her. The more control she gets, the more painful our lives become." There was quiet ... ... the windows all closed (so nothing outside could possibly hear them). Whiskers twitched, and ears swivelled, and ... ... the lilacs in the vase on the coffee table gave off such a solid scent. "If we destroy Mandy, she'll only be replaced by another," Peregrine said, repeating what Advance had just said. "But ... at least she'd be out of Wyoming." "She would come back." "Yes, but ... we could buy ourselves time. A month. More. Who knows ... she might not be so eager to rush back here ... if we smacked her around a bit. There are other Sheridan towns she can terrorize." "So, we just fob her off on someone else?" "No," Peregrine insisted. Whispering, "No ... but ... Sheridan, Indiana ... is free of the Network. If we get rid of Mandy, and assert ourselves ... if the prey can take back this town ... then we'll be independent, too. TWO Sheridan towns ... independent. The Eastern and Western hubs, no less. It'll just bring the Conspiracy one paw-step closer to terminal instability. By helping ourselves, we're helping ... everyone else. Like ripples in a pond." Advance nodded quietly. That made ... sense ... "We need to win back the things that every-fur needs," Peregrine whispered knowingly, a steely glint in his eyes. "Confidence ... hope, faith ... artistry ... love." He looked to his mate. The skunk. And smiled shyly. And then looked to the carpet. And then up ... and to Advance. "I have an idea." It was just after midnight now, and ... ... Advance was curled up on the couch. Under covers. Whiskers twitching in his sleep. Nose sniffing, and tail ... slightly peeking out from under the covers. Peregrine and Audrey were in their room, in bed ... ... and her paws in his fur. Clutching. The mouse breathed quietly. They would institute their plan tomorrow. Mandy was a robot. They couldn't destroy her in a paw-to-paw fight, or with any conventional weaponry, but ... an electrical discharge. A strong electrical discharge ... they could fry her. But it would take a large amount of energy. And it could cause an explosion, or ... and could be dangerous to handle. How would they lure her ... into a trap? The brewing machines at the tea factory used a lot of energy. If those could be short-circuited. If they could lure Mandy close to them, and ... overload them ... Peregrine sighed ... at the feeling of a nose in his fur. Her nose. Audrey's nose. Nosing about ... and going to his neck. Mouthing his neck. Quiet rustling of the sheets ... and the mouse wriggled, squirmed ... to plant a kiss on her. It landed on her cheek. A giggle. She knew he'd been trying for her lips ... "Mm ... hey," he whispered. "You moved ... " "I'm squirmin' ... like a mouse." "Mm ... skunks don't squirm. They ... move like silk. Soft, and ... graceful. No squirms." "No squirms?" she whispered, with mock-pouting. A little giggle. "No ... " "Mm ... " She breathed deep, wrapping around him ... as he did around her. Lying side by side, limbs and tails tangled. "I have to admit," she told him, "that I ... when you came up with that idea, I was a bit surprised." "Why?" he asked. "Well ... when I said, yesterday, that I wanted to break into the tea factory and sniff out these rumors, you ... were adamantly against it. And, now, YOU'RE the one concocting the plan to ... free this town from the Conspiracy. I just ... a bit turnabout. Like you've been fueled, you know, to ... I don't know ... it just heartens me. To see you so passionate. To see that you're not letting your fear control you ... " "Well, I've you," he whispered shyly, biting his lip, "to thank for that." A whisker-twitch. "And ... when Advance told us what Mandy did to him ... that was it. You know? That was too much. I mean, that could happen to me." "I wouldn't let it happen to you. I won't let anyone lay a paw on you ... not the guard trolleys. Not anything." "I know. I just ... you know what I mean. I just ... things happen like that. In this town. Not just to Advance. But to all of us. All this pain, and ... it has to stop. I can't wallow in it. I can't be a prisoner to it. I have to ... I want it to go away. And then we can live in peace, and ... openly ... and ... I don't know," the mouse admitted. "I just don't know ... " He trailed. "I guess every fur has his breaking point, and I'm ... nearing mine. The fear eats at me, but ... I'm going to nibble it away. I promise. I'll be better for you ... " "You're already good enough for me," was her gentle assurance. "I could be better ... " "We could all be better. We're not perfect. Life is ... constant growth, and ... but know this, mousey: I'll be with you ... every darkness we face. Every fear we endure. We'll fight it all together. Don't you think you're gonna take it on single-pawed." A shy smile. "I wouldn't dream of it ... I ... think I would wilt," he said, "outside your light." "Aw ... " She beamed. "Surprising, and ... sweet. You're on a roll tonight." "Aren't I always on a roll?" he asked with a blink, with playful innocence. "Aren't I always surprising and sweet?" "Mm ... " A giggle. "You bowl me off my foot-paws several times a day, so ... if that's any indication of your effectiveness," she said (with a knowing grin). A blush! "Mm ... well ... " "Mm ... " Nosing ... "Aud ... " "Yeah, Perry," she breathed. "We have a mouse in the house," he reminded. A purr from the skunk. "I know ... " "You know what I mean ... Advance ... in the living room." "We'll just have to ... be extra quiet." "Aud ... " "Perry ... we're gonna do something big tomorrow. Something dangerous. I don't know what's gonna happen. Neither do you. Here, tonight, right now ... I can feel you, and hear you, and ... touch you, too. And I'm not tired yet," she assured. "Are you?" "Tired?" A nod ... nose in his fur. "Well ... " His heart hammered, and his mousey motions all started taking effects (twitches, swivels, jerks) ... " ... well, not anymore." He remembered seeing their wet outlines in the foggy mirror in the bathroom. And, now, dozy, dreamily ... he felt it was the same. Everything outlined for them. In the dim light of the bedroom ... outlines. And in his mind, an outline of what he wanted, and ... needed (and an outline of their plan for tomorrow). So much to be done. So much to be completed. Oh, to color in those shapes ... to continuously add color to their lives. To turn these moments into candid photographs. To turn them into art. And, oh, Peregrine breathed. Breathed. "Not anymore," he repeated. "Well, then ... " She trailed, not finishing. Not in words, anyway. Tomorrow, they fought. Tonight ... they did not. Neither of them fought it.

It was the fifth meeting that day alone, and it wasn’t even lunchtime. Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that he always came out (quite literally) on top, Andy might just have started to tire of the endless cavalcade of corporate discussions, charts, talk of insubordination and the occasional threat of government inquiry; hell, even with him consistently managing to wring out a victory from the jaws of certain defeat regardless of what the topic at hand was, it was starting to get a bit tiring. Thankfully though, there was always something in it for him at the end, something that he gleefully took from the parade of suit-wearing lackeys and faceless corporate stooges that filled his meeting room on a regular basis; after all, it wasn’t for nothing that he had the biggest chair there, nor that this chair was so much bigger than every other in the room that it utterly dominated the entire space in just about any angle that might anyone might look at aside from directly away from it… and even then, there was something about its imposing presence that people could tell when it was slightly aimed at them, even if they couldn’t actually see it. And sitting upon this chair, nay, this throne of corporate conquest, was a fox; not just any fox, like one might see running around in the offices below or running errands in the upper levels in the hopes of maybe currying favour with their departmental head, no, this was… someone different, something different altogether: this was Andy. He liked it when people called him that, as it helped to solidify the notion that having an utterly inoffensive, some might say unthreatening and even friendly first name contrasted so thoroughly with the way that he looked, the way that he acted, and above all, the way he treated those who were unlucky enough to walk into his office. There were always rumours floating about, of the giant vulpine whose business strategy revolved entirely around intimidating anyone he was trying to negotiate with into giving him whatever he wanted under threat of being crushed underfoot, which as far as Andy himself cared, worked wonderfully in his favour; no need to fabricate stories that left people terrified of him if they were already circulating, and all he had to do was occasionally do or say something that played into expectations in order to keep the rumours fresh in everyone’s mind. This way, he ensured that whenever anyone walked into the meeting room (or, heavens forbid, his personal office), their knees would be shaking, their legs quivering, and their brow running with sweat before a single word was uttered. And how could they not, when the man they were sent to talk with was so much bigger than anyone they’d ever met in their life? Standing at a proud, freakishly tall fifteen feet and possessed of a frame so bulky and muscular that he looked more like the living daydream of some bodybuilder-obsessed kink artist than anything resembling a real person, it was downright impossible for anyone to see him and not be instantly cowed into some form of submission; it was clear, from the very first moment, that if Andy wanted to do anything to the people in the same room with him, there wasn’t a lot they could do to stop him, especially not when it was “common knowledge” that those rippling muscles of his were bulletproof. Surely a fabrication, as there was no way that could ever possibly be true. Surely. In truth, Andy himself didn’t even know, because no one had ever been stupid enough to try and pull a gun on him; or, if they had, they probably gave up midway through and recognized that it was a fool’s errand. After all, who could ever look upon him, sitting on his chair like it was the most natural thing on the planet, hands crossed over his chest as his eyes bounced from one person to another in the meeting room, and not feel the smallest they ever had in their life? It made for a wonderful surprise for the negotiating team sent by Dorden Chemicals, who hadn’t been informed of the… unorthodox methods employed by the CEO of the company they were sent in for talks with, especially what was happening underneath the table with the five or so very naked, very sexually active, very obviously moaning “paw warmers”, as Andy called them, making good use of the giant’s exposed pads. It was utterly indecent, and everyone present had half a mind to call attention to it, but their rational side immediately chimed in to let them know that doing so would probably end in them joining in if they weren’t careful; here was a man who would not hesitate to use brute physical strength in order to get what he wanted, all while still possessed of a sharp mind and a keen sense for business transactions, the sort of once-a-generation entrepreneurial genius who nonetheless scared the living daylights out of everyone they met thanks to how utterly ruthless they were. In fact, despite the meeting having officially begun some ten minutes prior, no words had actually been spoken apart from the standard introductions; the negotiating team knew for a fact that any misstep could and would be used as ammunition against them, leaving them in an uncomfortably disadvantageous position by default. They were the ones being bought out, they were the ones who effectively had to grovel for a better position after being cannibalized by Andy’s mega-conglomerate, and now they were the ones who had to step very carefully, lest they be stepped upon by the very man looming over both them and their corporate careers. Such a pity, then, that their very hesitation was counted as being part of the game, a move in and of itself. As far as the giant fox cared, the purchase was going to go forward whether or not the chemical company wanted it to, that much wasn’t at stake; only the specifics were, and even then mostly pointless minutiae that wouldn’t matter past the first year mark, when he effortlessly pushed the old board members off with either generous incentives or one of his paws smushing them against the floor. There was a good reason no one lasted for more than a month in his own Board of Directors, if that much, and when the first signs of change made themselves manifest, the negotiating team was sure to find that out the hard way. It was an unstable equilibrium to some extent, in that their choosing not to do anything was itself choosing to do something, thus placing them in a more and more precarious position that was mercilessly exploited by the giant vulpine they were supposed to be talking to, and in far more ways than just monetary: everyone present in the room began to feel weaker, more tired, as if hours were passing instead of just minutes and their ability to remain conscious was progressively compromised… and yet, despite this, they were all very much awake, dreadfully so at that, because if there was one thing Andy could never forgo, it was the look of horror on the face of his corporate underlings when they realized what was happening to them: that single moment of realization when they looked down and saw that their clothes were hanging off of them more than before, that the chair they were sitting on had grown bigger, that the table had become taller; or, to put it in far more correct terms, that they were shrinking. And that Andy, conversely, was growing. It was almost unnoticeable at first, beyond the faintest hint of leather creaking and the sounds of that massive chair groaning softly as the weight placed on it went up, up and inexorably up; Andy himself didn’t let the sensations coursing through him show in his expression, preferring to keep that half-smarmy, half-predatory grin that he tried his best to keep at all times during negotiations, raising his hands ever so slightly so that his face would be partially obscured by his interlocked fingers, elbows on the armrests and his whole body looking ready to fill the room. And, honestly, that’s exactly what he would do if he had the slightest chance; it just so happened that most people didn’t have enough mass for him to become that large, at least not without him taking more than would be necessary, too much for his prey to remain alive and well. The point wasn’t to kill them to assert dominance, but merely to remind them of their station as they were slowly drained of power, of muscle mass, of the will to resist him when he finally did speak. Only then, when he could utter a single word and get everyone else in the room to recoil away in fear, was Andy sure that he had won, a state of affairs that became progressively easier the more he put his talents to good use; after all, he hadn’t always been that colossus of well-defined musculature just begging to rip his clothes to pieces at the slightest flex as it pushed up against the fabric. There used to be a time when he was simply a larger-than-average fox with a penchant for working out, before he decided to put his rather unique talents to good use in a setting where he could make the most out of them. Now though, he relished the opportunity to walk through doors that were built for people smaller than him, people the size of people and not giants amongst lessers, just so he could plow through a wall without even flinching and make a grand entrance in the process. Or, as was the case in that room, simply sit there and let the tiny ones in there with him sweat their bodies out, grabbing their clothes while trying to come up with some kind of explanation as to what was happening, unable to really come up with any that didn’t in some way involve accepting the rumours they heard about Andy as being fact… which only served to terrify them even more, leading to an endless, self-feeding cycle where their decision to not immediately act during the meeting’s first minutes sealed their fate. Not that them doing anything would’ve been better anyway; it just would’ve taken some minor effort on Andy’s part to thoroughly break their willpower before moving in to sap them of whatever mass he could, all before he had them strip and join the entourage attending to his paws below the table. All roads led to the same destination, with the only variable being how long it took for the negotiating team to get there, which was precisely why Andy did absolutely nothing at all; the only thing he had to “do” was sit there and look vaguely menacing, and everything else just worked itself out, something that brought him no end of raw, almost scandalous glee whenever he thought about it… enough that everyone present at the meeting table would be startled by something quite large slamming into it from down below. Everyone knew what it was; not one dared to look. Wouldn’t matter though. Regardless of how much the visitors tried to resist, they were soon too weak to do anything other than look at their new fox overlord and silently beg for some kind of instructions, anything that they might do in order to serve him, all while Andy himself picked at his clothes after they became ever so slightly tighter; long gone were the days where even whole crowds of people had much of an effect on him, but it was always nice to be able to tell he’d need a new set of suits after finally growing too large for the ones he insisted on wearing despite them being so tight on him. Only after he was done inspecting the ripped cloth and whatever damage was done to his undone fly did Andy look back at the group of dishevelled, tiny corporate underlings all eagerly waiting for their new master to give them a command, raising one hand and snapping his fingers before nodding to below the table a single time; more than enough to get the message across, as the dozen or so newest paw warmers eagerly threw away whatever clothes they still had on them and dove down below, no longer caring if they ever saw anything else other than what awaited them down there: a cock massive enough to cover nearly half of the table’s underside, and a pair of colossal paws just begging to be worshipped, already being worked over by a team of eager attendants who, far from resisting the intrusion of newcomers, welcomed them into their endless service with a smile, an unfocused gaze and ample amounts of drooling. Another meeting concluded, yet more mass for his body and brand new servants for him to add to his collection; Andy could not be happier. And yet, when he picked up his personal notebook and checked his schedule, he couldn’t help but wince and then roll his eyes at the sad reality that was the rest of his day, completely filled with even more meet-ups with a variety of people who he no doubt would have to drain and dominate just like the ones he just had. It was getting to the point where he was running out of room where to keep his paw slaves, and then what was he supposed to do, regular business? He’d already done his fair share of that on his way to the top; he hadn’t fought his way to the position he was in right there and then only to have to keep conducting regular meetings with regular goals, boring numbers and stats and charts and other such nonsense that he paid other people to care about. No, he was about the dominance, the act of imposing his willpower upon that of his enemies and would-be rivals, that they may learn that there was no such thing as opposing him; he could always rely on his team of executives and high-level managers to actually run the company itself, he himself just wanted an excuse to drain people of their mass, grow bigger in the process, and gain an ever-increasing number of eager servants to tend to his bare paws. After all, it was impossible to find any shoes that fit, forcing him to go barefoot, so clearly they needed as much care as he could provide; and seeing as he was far too important to do that himself, that’s where all the paw warmers came in. “Jonathan,” he spoke up, leaning over just enough to turn on the intercom and be able to speak into it without blowing the speaker on the other side, “tell Mr. Stanton that I’ll see him in ten minutes. And remind him to wear shoes this time.” “Hum, s-sir,” the worried voice of his secretary came back through, “there’s something you should be aware o-” “Jonathan,” Andy repeated himself, taking care to keep his voice as stern as possible, and to turn off the intercom after he was finished, “tell Mr. Stanton I’ll see him in ten minutes.” He wasn’t looking forward to meeting that man. The last time the two of them had been face to face, it very nearly erupted into a fistfight over mining rights to a salt deposit of all things; the actual prize wasn’t important, but rather who got to it, who asserted dominance over whom, and ultimately, who had the biggest dick… metaphorically speaking. Stanton wasn’t a giant like he was, but for some reason Andy never managed to assert himself over him like he did with just about anyone else. There was something about the way that the rabbit acted that made him all-but impervious to the aura of menacing authority that the vulpine exuded, even when they themselves were still person-sized and Andy was still fully capable of turning them into paste if he so wanted; the fact that Stanton was ready and willing to get physical was either complete lunacy or a serious indicator of how dangerous the man was, and if there was anything that Andy prided himself on, it was not gambling on maybes. Even if the bun had an inflated sense of self-importance, and a penchant for walking into his office barefoot as a way of low-key mocking him, he couldn’t afford to potentially put his company on the line on something he wasn’t absolutely certain wouldn’t backfire on him. He’d heard stories as well, of how Stanton was just as capable of intimidating others like Andy himself did, how he had entire corporate monopolies singing to his tune, and while initially he was keen on assuming these were exaggeration, multiple meetings with that bastard had taught the fox not to underestimate them; if nothing else, the rumours undersold just how headstrong they were. Which was precisely why, when Andy heard him come down the corridor that day, he wasn’t at all surprised that the footfalls were audible even before half the distance was cleared from the stairs to the door. In fact, he wasn’t even surprised that Stanton had used the stairs at all; of course the asshole had to have figured out some way of doing what he also did to his own rivals, of course they finagled some process through which to steal away mass for their own gain. It’d certainly explain why they had been gone for so long, and all of those weird things Andy had been hearing about genetic research being something that the rabbit’s corporate empire had been investing into heavily for the past couple of years. Still, nothing could have really prepared him for the thing that walked into the meeting room a couple of minutes later, practically smashing through the door and making the whole floor quake with each of their deliberately heavy footsteps: it was himself… in lapine form. Honestly, Andy could see why people had such a viscerally submissive reaction whenever they were in a room with him; as much as he saw himself in the mirror every day, it was something else entirely to be in an enclosed space with another giant, one that had inexplicably blossomed from a perfectly regularly-sized individual to someone who could very much ask for a chair about as big as his own and not be exaggerating in the slightest. It was actually somewhat daunting, an emotion that Andy hadn’t felt in so long that he honestly didn’t know how to react to it; was this how most of the people he invited into the meeting room felt? Was this what went through the minds of his paw warmers? The bun snapped their fingers again, bringing Andy back to his senses. They didn’t say anything, but the way they were looking at the chair the fox was sitting on made it obvious what they were looking for; this was obviously not possible, given it was a one-of-a-kind item that Andy hadn’t bothered to replicate, something he remembered he’d told Stanton some time before… which, together with how the other titan was staring at him with a cocked eyebrow, arms folded and very clearly keeping his musculature as puffed outwards as they could, could only mean one thing: the two were now competing for the chair. It felt like such an absurd thing to do, and yet from the moment the rabbit walked into the room, Andy knew that only one of them was going to leave bigger than before, and judging from the way that Stanton’s clothes barely managed to hold back the rippling tide of bulging muscle not-quite-hidden underneath, taking into consideration the sort of vascularity that was visible in the little amount of skin exposed by the nearly-torn suit… the bun was very much convinced that they had this in the bag. And, to a certain extent, they were right: their first impressions were such that Andy was seriously thrown off his game, unable to return to form as he failed to reconcile how he had last seen his chief rival with the way they looked now, in the process creating the exact same opening-by-inaction that had given him a brand new team of worshippers just minutes prior in that very same room. He could already feel the rabbit’s presence looming over him, nevermind the fact that they hadn’t moved from the other side of the room; this was what his own victims felt, this overwhelming sensation of crushing hopelessness, of knowing that whatever happened, whatever they did, they could never truly escape from their fate. And, inevitably, the draining began. It was horrifying. Andy had never once been on the receiving end of his own talents, and from what little he experienced in that fleeting moment, he knew it was something he didn’t want to ever go through again. The shock was such, the experience so traumatizing, that it somehow managed to jolt him back to a state where he could, if not fight back, then at least hold the line; all it took was feeling that deflation kicking in, almost like an air pump was shoved into him and then hooked to a vacuum, for Andy to panic for the first time in what felt like years. But as the draining slowed down and then halted, and the silence between the two stretched out from seconds to minutes, something new began to roil around inside of the fox’s head, a brand new experience that he didn’t ever remember going through before: righteous indignation. This upstart, this… this asshole, really, had walked into his office, demanded his chair, and was now trying to use his tricks in order to get one up on him? This insolent little brat was trying to take the mass that he himself had claimed fair and square? Well, if that was the case, they had a whole ‘nother thing coming, because that was his chair and his bulk, and he wasn’t going to give either of those up without a fight; if Stanton wanted to butt heads over this, then Andy was more than happy to provide an equal, if not outright superior competitor, for after all, who between the two had the most experience? The bun most likely had to take a series of shortcuts to even gain the ability to siphon mass off of others, to say nothing of needing to rush through the actual growth cycle itself in order to get to the point where they could play on Andy’s level; meanwhile, the fox had years of experience under his belt honing his natural abilities… not that the origin of them mattered much. Rather, it was the sum total of every person he had intimidated into giving him a better business deal, every market-savvy executive that fell under his sway, every rival that was either crushed beneath his heel or made to serve his own interests, the endless cavalcade of paw warmers and supplicants that he had collected over the years. Every single encounter had given him just a little bit more knowledge on how best to play his opponents, knowledge that Stanton simply couldn’t have, not with such comparatively little time spent with his new gift compared to Andy; in their hubris, the bun had rushed to the end, tried to clear through the finish line without checking if the engine was still on and running properly, and this, this pride of theirs, was something that the fox giant could very much exploit. How fitting that it must come before the fall, how poetic that it would be their superiority that did them in; why, Andy could barely hold back a smirk, knowing that if he wanted to have a shot at thoroughly removing Stanton as a threat permanently, he had to play into their game. He had to pretend like he was struggling to hold onto himself, like the bun had him against the ropes, give them body language and the occasional grunt so as to convince them that they were about to falter underneath the unrelenting onslaught of their once-smaller rival. He had to play the part of the fallen titan, unbelieving in the fact that he’d finally met his match, all the while feeding into the bun’s ego to such a degree that they actually started to walk further close to where the fox was still sitting, believing themselves to be in control. Even when the two of them were so close by that they could reach out and touch one another, Andy held back. He knew that he was deliberately placing himself in a dangerous position; one wrong move and he really could end up on the precipice of disaster, which made his commitment to the performance all that much more important. He groaned, spitting insults at the top of his lungs, choosing his words carefully so as to make it sound like just another meeting between the two. He slumped on his seat, making it look as if he was losing far more mass than he actually was; indeed, he even allowed some of his bulk to actually be stolen in order to maintain the illusion, just enough that he could make up for it by draining the paw warmers he still had on him down below. All just so that Stanton would make the first move, raising a hand to condescendingly pet the “fallen” fox god on the head, his mouth already open, presumably to deliver some sort of victory speech, before his eyes went wide with terror and his face froze in shock: he couldn’t move his hand anymore. Like something had glued it onto Andy’s head, the bun suddenly found himself gripped by an icy force, chilling him from the tips of his fingers all through to his wrist and then slowly creeping up his arm… the exact same sensation he knew was what his own victims had gone through in the past when he first directed his new powers towards them. In that one moment, Stanton regretted keeping such a detailed account of what his draining did to his test subjects, because all it really ended up doing was give him a near-encyclopedic knowledge of the process, which in turn let him know in advance just what was going to happen to him; and, sure enough, whenever he skipped ahead on the list, the effects would make themselves known in short order, leaving no room for any doubts: he’d been played. All he could really do at that point was beg for mercy, perhaps hope that his rival was feeling particularly forgiving that day, but as soon as he looked down and saw what kind of smile Andy had on their face, this fleeting hope was completely dashed. From there, it was simple enough for the fox to get up from his seat, rising to his full height as he grabbed the bun’s extended arm and effortlessly lifted them off the ground; they were already taller than before, their clothes bursting at the seams, and only then did Stanton realize that his own mass had begun to be siphoned from him. To Andy though, this was nothing short of a blessing: Stanton should be happy that he got such a close-up view of the fox bulging outwards with new mass, as it was a sight that most others had to contend with from a safe distance. Him though, he had it right there, close enough that if he wanted to, he could just reach out and touch it; that was, after all, his first intention, so surely he wouldn’t mind being kept just short of arm’s length for the full duration, right? To be able to look upon such glory, to have their feet swep from the ground as not only did their body shrink, but that of his once-rival grew to compensate. Honestly, as far as Andy was concerned, suddenly having so much more bulk that he burst free from his clothes and ended up completely naked in his meeting room, despite being an absolutely transcendent experience that he could barely put to words, was little more than a side dish; the main course was being able to so utterly defeat that pesky little rabbit once and for all, to end their pretend reign of tyranny and put them in their place where they belonged: at his own feet. Really, it was the only way things could go. After everything was said and done, after he himself had gained so much mass from this final theft for the day that his head was bumping against the ceiling and his mind raced with just how many adjustments would have to be made to his lifestyle, Andy could only think of one fate that could properly serve someone such as the bun. And honestly, was it really that bad? Reduced to a paw warmer, someone whose sole purpose in life was to worship the fox god’s paws for as long as said fox god saw fit? It was a perfect allegory for how the rabbit got to his position in the first place, so Andy figured they’d at least appreciate the symbolism in it. And besides, it wasn’t as if it was an arduous task to begin with; he made sure to keep his worshippers well-fed and given the best spa treatments money could buy in between sessions, so really, he was doing Stanton a favour by removing him from his dreadfully stressful corporate rank and putting him to use somewhere where they could actually have some fun. Plus, they were never that good at managing the business side of things anyway, believing themselves too good for that kind of stuff and focusing more on the same dominance play that Andy had just proven they just weren’t good enough at either; their capital investments would look fantastic on the fox’s portfolio, not to mention all the companies in their name. All in all, a productive day. Andy could go for more of those.

Title: How I Met Your Mother Tags: naked men, cfnm, snow ball, jack-off Vera was part of my American History 101 study group. A very sturdy girl, she grew up on a farm in Iowa where her family raised beef. She wasn't the least bit bashful and seemed to love to talk about life on the farm. Eventually she'd go into great detail about how rabbits or chickens or cattle mate. She was so candid it made most of the guys uncomfortable but the girls loved to get her started just to tease the guys. At 5'10" she was one inch shorter than me but she out weighed me by thirty pounds. Her hips were broad, her thighs powerful her buttocks were full and firm. The term "big ass" definitely applied but on her it was strangely attractive. Her bra carried her massive breasts high and tight. For a large girl her waist was surprisingly small with a belly mound that was unexpectedly sexy. Her round face was framed by short cropped blond hair. She may have been large but she was fit and she would have been the perfect farmer's wife in the eighteen hundreds. Just the thought of her plowing behind a team of oxen made me hard. I was a scrawny freshman, she was a junior. We were alone in the basement of her sorority for our study group but no one else had shown up yet. We were sitting on an old couch, waiting for the others to arrive. I tried to make small talk, asking about her major. She replied, "Animal Husbandry." "Interesting." I said, reflexively, not knowing what else to say. "What are they teaching you this quarter." "Artificial Insemination." She announce bluntly. Her eyes seemed to twinkle as she studied me, sensing that I was uncomfortable. There was no one else there to amuse but she seized the opportunity to tease me anyway. "We're learning how to collect the semen from bulls so that it can be used to impregnate a number of cows instead of just one." I squirmed nervously as she described the procedure and wondered what she would think of a normal human penis after handling a bull's monster cock. She seemed to enjoy watching me squirm as she went into great detail demonstrating the techniques she was being taught. "Some people think that we masturbate the bull." She concluded. "But if the cow weren't in season I doubt that he would let us near him." "I suppose not." I agreed. "Do you want to feel me up?" She asked without warning. "You've been looking at my breasts all quarter. I see you staring at them when you think I'm not looking. Why don't you just hold them now and satisfy your curiosity?" I was stunned, I blushed and balked, embarrassed to be found out and confronted. Of course I wanted to feel her up, of course I wanted to know what such big jugs felt like. Hell, I wanted to find out what they tasted like. I wanted to know if more than a mouthful was a waste! She knew I coveted her love pillows and had called me out about it. "Don't be shy." She whispered as she picked up my hand and put it on her breast. It was full and firm, better than I could imagine. I squeezed it gently, shyly, once, twice, three times as I looked into her eyes. "Don't stop." She murmured as she licked her lips. I want you to play with them!" I reached for the other one and squeezed them both. I squeezed harder and I felt her respond in seconds as her nipples doubled in size and became rock hard. It was awkward, she was leaning towards me and I was holding her breasts in both hands like I was comparing melons at the supermarket. I was squeezing them and staring like a fool. I hope I wasn't drooling. They were big enough that it seemed like I was trying to palm two volley balls "I like a man to play with them, it's more fun than playing with them by myself." She giggled. I must have looked shocked because she giggled again. "Girls play with their tits silly, just like boys play with themselves and I know you do so don't act so surprised." She leaned back and held her breasts with both hands, fingering her tits and watching me. "Sometimes I lie in bed and play with them until I fall asleep or ...you know." I didn't know really, I suspected maybe but I didn't know anything about how girls masturbate. "I'm not surprised; it's just that I don't know any other girls who talk about it." "We talk about it all the time, just not with boys. But we prefer to talk about what boys do for us. Do you like squeezing my tits?" "Like it? I love it, they're...." "They're what? The softest, most squeezable, biggest. Tell me what they are?" She kept playing with her own tits while I confessed. "They're the biggest, most wonderful tits I can imagine, I loved playing with them! I want to kiss them." I blurted. "Kiss them or suck on them?" Was she really going to let me suck her tits? Was she just teasing me while we waited? "Both!" I stammered. "Let me see how good you are at playing with them, if you know what you're doing you might get more." She stared straight at my crotch and I realized that my cock was hard as a rock. I blushed, knowing that she knew she was turning me on and I couldn't hide it. She leaned towards me again and offered tits once again. As I massaged her overstuffed bra she pulled my lips to hers and kissed me, lips open and her tongue parting my lips. My jeans were getting uncomfortable as her tongue brushed against my teeth and I began to feel dizzy. I nuzzled her neck just to catch my breath. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. She leaned back and I loosened the first button of her blouse. While I kissed her neck, shoulders and the tops of her breasts I stroked her belly. She moaned softly and whispered, "That's nice. Take it slow, I don't like being rushed." She shifted so that she was lying on the couch and my right arm was trapped under her. I continued to nibble on her neck and shoulders while my free hand roamed from her belly to her breast, teasing her tit and then retreating, waiting for the moment when she would signal she wanted more. She held my face against her chest as my hand made another trip down her rib gage to her belly. I felt her ass clench slightly as her belly tightened. I squeezed gently against each rib as my hand began to stalk her nipple once more. When I reached her breast I covered her rock hard nubbin with my whole hand, and then massaged it and pinched it gently through the fabric of her bra and blouse. I became bolder and loosened the second button and buried my face in her cleavage, trying to push her out of her bra to my waiting lips. She stroked my hair and whispered, "Tease my nipples, I want you to make them hard." She arched her back as if to offer them to me. I pulled her blouse from her waist band and loosened the remaining buttons. Her hands continued to stroke my head, neck and shoulders as I pulled a bra strap off her shoulder and revealed a nipple. She guided my mouth as she encouraged, "lick me..., kiss me..., suck my nipple!" I was only too happy to comply. No girl, let alone one as well endowed as she had ever let me near her clothed breasts and this goddess was giving me, my mouth, access to her bare breast! I did my best to please her as I orally worshipped it, licking, sucking, nibbling. Soon she pleaded breathlessly, "Do the other one." I opened her blouse and pulled the other strap off her shoulder. I gazed in awe at my first live set of naked knockers and couldn't believe I wasn't dreaming. She pulled me on top of her and guided me into her neglected breast and whispered, "Suck it..., please... suck it and nibble on my tit. Lick me, suck me, bite my nipple!" I felt like a jockey riding a thoroughbred. My skinny legs were astride her ample thighs. I did my best to please her, sucking gently...nibbling...licking and then sucking again. . My face was darting between her breasts, kissing and licking from one to the other, sucking and nibbling, biting gently and pulling on her tits. I put my arms under her and supported myself so I could more easily work on pleasing her. First one tit then the other, all the while massaging one and then the other, starting at her rib cage and squeezing as I pushed out to my lips as if to milk them. She began rubbing my back and squeezing my ass, pulling my cock into the valley formed by her thighs and using it to stroke her pussy mound while I worked on her tits. My cock ached as she squeezed my ass and pulled my cock into her swollen vulva. Her hand found its way between my legs and squeezed. I thought I would come. She had me by the balls and she wasn't especially gentle. "Don't." I groaned and pleaded, "Not yet." She squeezed again and then loosened my belt. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of my jockey shorts and played with my short hairs, curling them in her fingers, twisting and pulling, and then stroking down to the base of my cock. My cock pleaded for attention, straining against its fabric prison, begging for more as she turned her attention to my chest. She pushed my shirt up and using her remarkably strong arms held me over her face and kissed my tiny nipples. "Do you like that?" She hissed, licking and nibbling, catching my tiny tit with her teeth and pulling, then releasing it and sucking on it. I felt like a rag doll in her grip. My cock was rubbing against her belly while she focused on my chest. "I love it!" I groaned and she continued to lick and nibble as she rolled me to the back of the couch and cupped my balls and squeezed. My poor cock ached for her touch but she ignored it and tortured only my balls. First mashing them against my crotch, then rubbing them with the heal of her hand. She forced her way into my boxers and made a collar with her thumb and index finger and pulled my nuts away from my crotch. I couldn't concentrate; I could only suckle her breast as she took control. My cock ached for attention but my balls could not believe their luck. I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as possible and tongued it for all I was worth. She squeezed and pulled, mashed and rubbed. I clinched my asshole and spread my legs as wide as I could, letting her do whatever she wanted. When I began to thrust at her hand she pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips, grinding her pussy against my aching cock. She pinned me to the couch as I tried in vain to find some kind of relief. As her heavy breasts swayed and bounced she continued to slowly torture my crotch with her grinding pussy. She mauled my chest as she bounced her pussy on my cock over and over, keeping me hard but imprisoned in my jeans and boxers. Soon she pulled my shirt over my head and stroked my bare chest. I followed her lead, gently squeezing and then teasing her nipples. My hands were full of firm female flesh, I used my thumbs to tease her nipples as we massaged each other. I felt her weight shift forward slightly as she offered her tits again. "Kiss them..., suck them..., make them hard." Her words were urgent, almost a command. She brushed first one tit and then the other against my lips and I sucked eagerly. Her hand slid down my chest and into my shorts again, her fingers running through the hair above my cock. She was so close to my cock but she wouldn't touch it and still I was afraid she would make me cum. She pushed my jeans down, I instinctively raised my hips like a slut in heat and my jeans were around my knees. Her nails raked my thighs and she lightly brushed my cock as she brought her hand up to my neck and pulled our lips together. She devoured my tongue as she rode my hip, her calf and ankle making my cock swell as never before. "Kick off your jeans." She whispered. I struggled to get out of my jeans without loosing my hold of her tit. When I finally kicked them off she hooked the waistband of my shorts with a toe and slid them down to my ankles so skillfully that I suspected she had had plenty of practice. "Take off your shorts." She commanded. "And while you're at it take off your shoes and socks too." Her tone changed from excited to businesslike as she rolled off me and sat on the edge of the couch. "Why?" I asked, suddenly unsure of what was happening "Because a naked man looks silly with his shoes and socks on." She replied simply, her tone letting me know she was in charge. She wanted obedience and I didn't argue with her as I kicked off my shoes and shorts. I was eager to get naked with her "Socks too." She chided. "I want you wearing only a smile while I examine you." "What about you?" I asked as I rolled my socks off my feet. "What about me?" She teased, her blouse was still open, sleeves and bra straps off her shoulders, bra girdling her waist, she arched her back thrusting her mammoth tits in the air while she twisted her nipples. "Aren't you going to get comfy too?" "Comfy? You mean naked and, no, I'm not getting naked. Besides I'm very 'comfy' just like this and, from what I can see you enjoy being completely naked in front of women." "I've never done this before." I objected. "And besides I don't think naked men are allowed here." Suddenly aware that we might be found in an indelicate situation. "But you are naked... and I am a woman... and from what I can see you enjoy it! You're what I call perfect CFNM material, you're naked already and I'm still dressed." Her logic was unassailable. "Your cock is so hard it almost stands straight up! It's a lie detector and it's telling me you want me to enjoy your cock, to look at your naked body, you want me to play with your cock like you've been playing with my tits." "I can't deny that you have me very excited and I'll be even more excited if I could see more of you." Somehow the both of us being naked would be better if someone did interrupt us. "Are you saying that my tits are not enough for you tonight?" She said as she continued to cup her breasts with both hands holding them up, squeezing them and twisting her nipples. "Do you want to quit and get dressed, we could play cards." "No, I'm just saying that I'd like to see you naked too." "What if you don't?" "I don't know." "Why don't you stand up while you think about it?" "Why?" "Stand up so I can look at you." She ordered, knowing that I would obey. She gave me a little push and sat up. She left her blouse open, still on her shoulders but displaying her gorgeous tits, full and firm, and nipples hard as rocks. I stood up. "Step back." She instructed, her eyes were glued to my crotch. I obeyed. "Turn around; I want to see your ass." My cock was jutting upwards, still hard and throbbing as I slowly turned. She reached out and slapped my ass, I jumped. "Bend over and spread your cheeks, I want to see how your balls hang." I was embarrassed but I did it any way. She pushed my hands off my ass and started kneading both cheeks like I had kneaded her breasts. "Put your hands on your knees and spread your legs." She ordered as she gripped my ass cheeks with both hands and kneaded them like bread dough. Her thumbs teasing my anus. "Your balls hang very nicely but I can't see your dick. Is it still hard?" I blushed knowing not even my doctor spent this much time looking at my butt. "Are you enjoying your full buttocks massage?" I groaned again, she didn't wait for my answer. "Should I rub your balls some more?" Her right hand covered my scrotum, two fingers teased the base of my penis and her thumb was pressing close to my anus. I felt like she would make me her sock puppet at any moment and part of me wanted to know what it would feel like to have her thumb invade my ass. "It looks like you enjoy showing me you body." She observed. "Stand up and put your hands behind your head and keep turning." She released my nuts and when I was in profile with my cock sticking nearly straight up she ordered me to stop. "Now show me some humping action, I want to see your cock bounce up and down a little." I blushed as I fucked the air for her, knowing we could be caught at any moment. I humped for her, my hands behind my head, sucking in my gut and clinching my ass as my prick waved up and down for her. "Your balls look awfully tight again." She observed. "Move closer, step between my feet and I'll help you keep them loose." She was seated on the edge of the couch with her legs spread in a most unladylike display. Even with her shorts on I could see her swollen pussy. I wondered how she could maintain her self-control. I moved sideways between her legs, her face was just inches from my cock. With one hand on my ass she used the other to pull my leg into her pussy, "Spread your legs for me." She whispered. "Squat a little and keep humping." I spread my legs enough so that I was squatting slightly, her thighs were holding my calf against her pussy. I was giving her unlimited access to my crotch, nothing was hidden. She squeezed my ass in rhythm with my fucking motion, her other hand was stroking my thigh, lightly brushing against my balls. She brought her hand up to my pubic mound and ran her fingers through the hair as my cock bounced against the back of her hand. "That's sexy," she purred, "slap my hand with your cock." I humped a little harder, trying to ht her hand every time. "I love watching a nice hard cock bounce around, and you like showing me your cock, don't you?" She teased. I didn't answer, I just closed my eyes and began to pant, my tongue licking my lips as I took short, quick breaths through my nose. "I think you do." She continued, not waiting for my answer. "I bet you want me to keep rubbing your balls, don't you? Ask me to rub your balls "Please Vera, rub my balls." I pleaded, no longer worried about being discovered. I groaned as her hand went from my ass and reached between my legs. She massaged my balls with one hand while the other played in my bushy short hairs. Once again she made a collar around my nut sack and pulled, first gently, then harder and harder. Her free hand went to my chest and began twisting my tiny tits as she pulled on my balls. I was standing between her legs, completely in her power, hands behind my head, humping lewdly for her as she played roughly with my balls and tits. "I'll bet you didn't know your tender little balls were so sturdy." Drops of precum formed and fell from the tip of my cock. "You're starting to leak you bad little boy." She slapped my ass again. "Are you going to cum for me now? Are you going to shoot your wad without my even touching your cock? She squeezed my balls with her right hand and with her free hand she raked her fingernails from my chest to my short hairs. My mind was unable to sort out the sensations. Her thighs trapped my leg against her crotch, her pussy enjoying the ride as I waved my cock for her amusement. She kept rubbing my balls, more and more insistently. "Cum for me." She whispered. "Cum for me now." She ordered. My cock responded and cum arced as if in slow motion from my throbbing member. Before I could shoot again her lips encased the tip of my cock and drained my tender, wilting prick as I gasped for air. I marveled at the intensity of my orgasm as I collapsed beside her on the couch. She pulled my face to her breast and offered them. "Would you like to suck my tits some more?" I was exhausted but sucking her tit took no effort at all and I gladly began nursing like a baby. She stroked my cheek as I gently nibbled and sucked. "Thank-you." She whispered. "I loved watching your cock explode, and you were amazing!" "Thank-you." I mumbled as she played with my semi-soft cock. I would have gladly let her play with my cock and let me suck her tits for the rest of the night but she interrupted my dream. "Can you do it again?" She whispered as she stroked my cheek. "I don't think so." I murmured into her breast. "You took a lot out of me." "Will you try?" She pleaded. "Will you do it for me? Make yourself hard. Let me watch you make yourself cum. I want to watch you jack off." She pushed my hand down to my crotch. "Show me how you play with your dick when you are alone." I continued to suck her tit as I slowly began stroking for her. My cock was limp but engorged. Slowly it came back to life. She pushed me away from her breast and ordered, "Stand up!" "Why?" I wondered. "So I can see you better." She stated matter-of-factly. "I want to watch how you jack-off." I stood and faced her. Unable and maybe unwilling to deny her. I wanted to jack-off for her. I liked being under her spell. She had given me the best orgasm of my young life and I wanted to please her. She put her feet between my legs and instructed me to "spread-em." I opened my legs and gave her the best view I could. Squeeze..., pull..., release.... Over and over, pointing my cock at her face I masturbated for an audience of one. Squeeze.., pull.., release... My free hand rubbed its way to my chest and pinched a nipple. Squeeze., pull., release.. My pace steadily quickened as I stroked my cock for her. She leaned forward and began massaging my nuts. "Should I suck you dry again?" "Oh...yeah..., p l e a s e..." I groaned. "I will, if you'll snowball with me." She bargained. "What?" I wondered. "I want to suck you dry and then kiss you with my mouth full of your cum. We'll trade it back and forth until it disappears." "I don't think so." I objected, but I was already jacking off just inches from her face. "Please, I know you'll like it." She teased as she squeezed and pulled on my balls. I continued to stroke for her, my legs forced wide. My legs began to shake and my ass tightened. I closed my eyes and sucked in my gut as my pace quickened. My free hand mashing my own tit. She continued to squeeze and pull as I began to pant. When she sensed I was close she stopped pulling and gently mashed my nuts into my groin. Her hands pushed mine away and guided my aching cock into her cum hungry mouth. She sucked once and my balls released their prize to her waiting lips and tongue. I throbbed again and she sucked harder. It hurt so good I lost my balance and collapsed beside her. She never lost control as she followed me, her lips seemingly glued to me. My cock wilted for the second time and she swirled my cum around it as it slowly deflated. When she was satisfied that there was nothing left for her to suck out of me she let my cock slip from her lips and moved over my face. She hovered there looking into my eyes, waiting. Her lips puckered, almost imperceptively, There was the hint of a smile on her lips. I gazed into her eyes and realized what she was waiting for. She wanted me to take my load of cum from her lips. She wanted me to draw her close and kiss her cum filled mouth willingly. She waited patiently, the smile growing as she watched my brain coming to grips with my conundrum; kiss her cum filled mouth or risk loosing her by failing to fulfill my part of our unspoken bargain. She reached between my legs and stroked my cock. Her smile broadened as I reached for her head and drew her lips gently to my own. She stared intently into my eyes as she painted my lips with my own cum, Her tongue slipped between them and coated my teeth. I opened wider and she placed a dollop on my tongue, "Taste yourself, see what I like about your love juice." My revulsion was erased as our tongues traded my cum. She coated my teeth again and I sucked it from her tongue. Slowly I swallowed more and more and as the taste faded I craved more. "And that my dears is how your mother captured my heart and made me her adoring husband!"

Title: Furries university chapter 15: A wet day by Kitsune Warui Tags: Bad Language, Dog, Fox, Handjob, Modern, Teacher, Wolf Chapter 15: A Wet Day (September 22nd 2019 A.D. - Monday 6:00 AM) Kitsune lay beside Ozwot, softly breathing as he slept peacefully. Ozwot shook awake, he lifted his body up and looked at the fox sleeping sweetly beside him. He could hear the sound of rain hitting against the building as he rubbed Kitsune's head fur softly as to not wake him. He crawled from the bed, still only moving slightly so he would not wake Kitsune. He picked up a pair of jeans from the floor, put them on, zipped them up, and then he walked into the living room. He opened the door to the outside and walked out slowly and shut the door. \*\*\* (Fifteen minutes later) Kitsune awoke, he lifted up slightly and looked about. "Hun" he said rather loudly, trying to find his mate "Hun". He got out of the bed and then rubbed at the collar around his neck. He sat up from the bed and walked over to the window, he looked outside, the rain was pouring down heavily, mud was all over the grounds. Suddenly something caught Kitsune's eye. Far off was a shadow in the rain, he couldn't make it out well, his eyes had not adjusted and only large things were easily perceptible. Slowly the shadow grew larger as it flew towards the window. Kitsune tried to focus his eyes, it grew closer and closer. He opened the window quickly and stuck his head out. His eyes were still failing him. The shadow flew closer and then lifted up. Kitsune looked directly up, and the shadow flew over top the building. Kitsune stepped back from the window and closed it slowly. He could feel his heart pound and his arms shake slightly. "Am...I dreaming?" he asked himself "What was that?" He looked around, and then down noticing he was in his normal sleeping outfit, a white over shirt that covered up his sheath only slightly, his balls still hanging out below its length. He walked over to the bag lying near the door, and unzipped it. He pulled out a pair of blue jeans and put them on. He suddenly heard the living room door open, then his head lifted quickly and he backed up slightly. 'Oh no...is it that shadow? W-why would it be coming here...it must know I saw it...oh no...where is Ozwot...oh no oh no' thought Kitsune. He saw the door knob of the room start to move. The door slowly opened, Kitsune's eyes still had not adjusted completely, he saw a figure and pounced into the air towards it. He landed on the figure taking him to the ground with a thud. "Whoa, it's too early for that hun" came Ozwot's voice. Kitsune pulled his head back and rubbed his eyes. Slowly they focused and he could see his mate under him. "S-sorry" apologized Kitsune. "It's alright" replied Ozwot "but can you get off my stomach, you're just getting yourself wet". Kitsune crawled off of Ozwot and stood to his feet. Ozwot did the same and then looked at Kitsune. "What was that all about?" asked Ozwot. "Over active imagination" answered Kitsune blushing. "Oh, alright" Ozwot said smiling. "What were you doing?" questioned Kitsune. "Umm...Walking in the rain" answered Ozwot "just around the building, it felt hot in here and I wanted to cool off". "Oh, okay" breathed Kitsune walking close to Ozwot and laying his head into his chest. "Oh. Did I scare you?" asked Ozwot as he put his arms around Kitsune "you're shaking, what's wrong?" "N-nothing, I thought I saw something earlier" replied Kitsune rubbing his cheek into Ozwot's chest. "Alright foxy, you need to calm down" Ozwot smiled "Go sit on the couch and I'll make you some food okay?" "A-alright love" Said Kitsune. Ozwot took a paw and lifted Kitsune's muzzle up by his chin and stared into his eyes. He pushed forward, making there lips meet, then he closed his eyes softly. He pulled his head back stroking Kitsune's cheek. "Whatever you saw I'm sure was just your imagination" spoke Ozwot letting go of his mate. Kitsune nodded and walked over and sat on the couch. \*\*\* (30 minutes later, he and Oz ate their breakfast together on the couch) Kitsune picked up his bag and put it on his back, feeling the heavy weight of his books and materials. Ozwot Walked out of the room, wearing a black long sleeved shirt. Kitsune winked at him and giggled. "What?" asked Ozwot confusedly. Kitsune walked up slowly and then slipped a paw into Ozwot's pants and began to rub at his sheath gently. Ozwot murred slightly and then backed up, pushing Kitsune's paw out of his pants. "You need to wear underwear, hun" smirked Kitsune pecking a kiss on Ozwot's nose. "How'd you know I wasn't wearing any?" asked Ozwot. "How did I know? Hmmm a good guess really" spoke Kitsune "but I wasn't sure until I rubbed". Kitsune giggled again and then licked Ozwot's nose. "Let's get to class love" spoke Kitsune. Ozwot nodded and blushed lightly. They walked out the door together, Kitsune's tail wagging happily as he rubbed his cheek against Ozwot's shoulder. (Meanwhile, with Ryu) Ryu put his bag on his back as he looked at the door leading outside, Kagome walked up and stood beside him wearing a long black sweater. "TV says it will be raining all day" spoke Ryu "Glad you're wearing something to cover yourself". Ryu rubbed her shoulder lightly. Kagome opened the door and walked out. Suddenly they heard shuffling from the room and Ryu turned about and saw the door quickly open, Sakura standing there huffing and puffing. "You guys weren't gonna leave me were you!?" she asked hurriedly. "No" replied Kagome "We were gonna wait at the bottom of the steps". "Oh" breathed Sakura, then she shrugged "oh well, dressed now". She walked through the door and opened it. They all walked out, and down the steps. Kitsune sat there, hugging at Ozwot's arm, as the rain poured down. Ryu walked up towards them followed by Sakura, and Kagome. "So you guys ready?" asked Ryu. Kitsune quickly turned around and smiled. "Heya Ryu, yeah we're ready" replied Kitsune. "Are you ever gonna sleep in the dorm?" asked Sakura. "I'm so sorry, I'm trying, I mean it" spoke Kitsune "Just to tell the truth it's been hard to get to sleep without him". "Whatever you say" spoke Ryu "you paid for the thing". "Let's get to classes before we're late" spoke Sakura walking out onto the grounds as Rain continued pouring down. Kitsune and the others followed behind. \*\*\* (10 minutes, Ryu, Kitsune, and Ozwot walk into the anthropology class). Kitsune sat in his spot, beside Ozwot, as Ryu sat in his spot. Shadow calmly walked into the class room. "Hey guys, Yosh is sick and caught some bug that's going around" spoke Shadow as she sat down. "Okay" spoke Ryu. "Wonder where Ryan is" Kitsune said to himself. "He's probably staying in his dorm, he was really sick yesterday" assumed Ozwot. "Oh yeah" breathed Kitsune Reaching into his bag and throwing his stuff onto the desk as did all the other furs. He looked about the room calmly. Suddenly the sounds of echoing footsteps could be heard walking down the steps. He looked and saw Mr. Jefferies in a very cheerful mood. The bell rang and the entire class grew silent. Mr. Jefferies leaned against his desk and smiled, looking quite happy. "Alright, let's see if I got a good class" he spoke happily "What happened to the human civilization?" Only a few paws went into the air, including Ozwot's. "Yes you the white furred wolf" Called Mr. Jefferies, pointing towards Ozwot. "Oh yeah, well, the human's were creatures who always started wars among themselves, in the end, they destroyed themselves with nuclear weapons" answered Ozwot as he stood up "human's always claimed to have superior intellect but no other species has wiped themselves out before". "Very good" clapped Mr. Jefferies smiling "Humans left many things behind, so they are easy to study, many of the things you will discover may be unbelievable to you, but humans were cruel and undignified people....well a large sum anyways, they weren't all bad. But today we will be learning quite a few things, now take notes as I explain this and if you have any questions please ask, after my lecture we will watch a video and you will see the anatomy of a human being". "Ewww gross a human penis" came a voice from the back. "Amazing, you are correct it is the male anatomy you will be looking at" Spoke Mr. Jefferies "The reason we look at it first is because humans were more so lead by men, while in our culture both men and women can become rulers, if they match requirements". Moments passed and Kitsune's eyes grew heavy as he struggled to scribble down notes then he felt a paw on his thigh, he looked over to see Ozwot smiling at him, Ozwot leaned towards Kitsune's ear. "Don't fall asleep, hun" whispered Ozwot "you'll miss something great". "Therefore, the cats, dogs, monkeys, rodents, snakes, lizards, and even the birds of old were pets to the humans" spoke Mr. Jefferies "Got it notarized?" "Okay, now I will begin the video, and in this video, The human is a simulation, but as you know with the technology we have today, this is exactly how they looked. Oh and who can Tell me what the time period was called when humans walked the earth?" asked Mr.Jefferies. Few paws flew up for this one, but Ozwot's and Shadow's were in the bunch that did. "Yes you, the female cat near the white wolf" spoke Mr.Jefferies. "The humans walked in a period called, B.A. Which stands for before anthropomorphism" answered Shadow "right?" "Correct, very good, it seems I do have a good class, now Time to start the movie, on the human anatomy" spoke Mr. Jefferies. "Woot!" shouted Ozwot "Free porn". The entire class chuckled and Mr.Jefferies turned around calmly with the video in his paw. "I'll let that slide, but you had best be careful, I don't stand for that kind of thing" scolded Mr.Jefferies as he turned back around, and then slipped the video into the VCR. 'Thousands of years of advancement above humans and we still use their viewing devices' thought Ozwot, he slowly moved his paw over Kitsune's thigh lightly as he thought this. Kitsune looked at him with a blush over his face. Ozwot only smirked as he removed his paw, and picked up a pencil. \*\*\* (1 hour 35 minutes later) The bell suddenly rang, as the human's erection began to pre on the video and then it was shut off. "Okay, okay, we didn't really study much I just hope you wrote down the body parts, and noticed the similarities between anthro furs and humans" spoke Mr.Jefferies. The group stood and walked for the door, Kitsune's paw was being held by Ozwot. "Time for lunch sweetie" spoke the wolf, as he smiled "come on, let's go eat". Ozwot took lead and began to pull Kitsune forward, He lead him into the crowd of furs. They went outside and Ozwot put Kitsune to a wall. Kitsune blushed slightly as the furs passed through the doors watching them. "We ate already an hour ago" spoke Ozwot giggling "so I think I'll have something sweet". Ozwot held Kitsune's arms, and leaned forward, pressing his lips into Kitsune's. Kitsune closed his eyes, as his lips met with Ozwot's, slowly the wolfs' tongue entered his maw, it slowly ran against his own tongue. Kitsune murred slightly into the kiss, as Ozwot's tongue rubbed all around his muzzle, before he began to rub his own tongue against his mates. Ozowot pulled away and then nipped Kitsune's nose. "Mmm, thank you love" spoke Kitsune. "Oh no, thank you" spoke Ozwot rubbing Kitsune's arm softly. Kitsune giggled and licked Ozwot's nose. "Fucking queers!" came a shout, Kitsune and Ozwot both looked to the right, to see a male Coyote, pointing a finger towards them, he had a badge on his shirt. Ryu walked out of the entrance door not but a few inches from the coyote with Kagome behind him. "You're kind is pollutin' this great country!" shouted the coyote. "Leave them alone" spoke Ryu "They haven't done anything to you". "You just stay out of this, or are you one of them too?" questioned the coyote. "Just butt out, those are my friends you're talking about, and I'm not just gonna sit here and listen" spoke Ryu. "Whatever, you two pricks had best get out of here before I kick both your asses and your friends too" spoke the coyote. Suddenly the coyote was jerked up by the collar of his shirt and slammed into the building wall. "Don't threaten my friends" Growled Ryu as he pulled a fist back. "Let him go" came Kitsune's voice, as he slipped through Ozwot. "W-why?" asked Ryu. "Because all he can do is talk" spoke Kitsune "that's no reason to hurt anyone". Ryu sighed and let the coyote go. The coyote quickly dashed into the school. "He's gonna go get friends, and probably come back and pester you two" spoke Ryu. "I know" spoke Kitsune, looking at the ground. Ozwot put a paw on Kitsune's shoulder. "What's wrong hun?" asked Ozwot. Kitsune turned to look at Ozwot and then hugged him tightly. "I always looked forward to the day we'd be together...but now that we are...there are people who want to tear us apart" spoke Kitsune placing his cheek into Ozwot's chest. "Awww, hun it is okay" spoke Ozwot Rubbing Kitsune's back "What matters is that they can't tear you from me, and that we are together". "Yeah, you're right" said Kitsune pulling back slightly. "Now you get to your classes, and we'll meet right here" spoke Ozwot "I don't want you heading back to the dorms alone". "Okay...thank you" said Kitsune leaning up and kissing Ozwot's cheek. \*\*\* (12 minutes later in Creative writing class) Kitsune sat down in his seat, beside Ryu and looked at Mr. Leonard whom was leaning against his desk. "Look Kit, you shouldn't let people talk about you two like that" spoke Ryu. "It's alright, all he can do is talk" replied Kitsune. "Well whatever" said Ryu pulling out a stack of five papers "Did you finish that story?" "Over the weekend" replied Kitsune pulling out a stack of twenty papers and setting them on the desk "It was hard though, for reasons I can't share". "I'm quite sure" spoke Ryu "My god...How much is that". "An average size for a chapter" spoke Kitsune "It's not small print so it's not as much as you think". "More than me" Spoke Ryu. "Well whatever, it's mainly just a lot of description, but I may have just overworked on it, but this is college no?" questioned Kitsune. "I guess so" spoke Ryu "Kit..." "Yes?" questioned Kitsune. "Would you have hit him?" asked Ryu "That guy outside". "No, he was just talking" spoke Kitsune. "You sure?" asked Ryu "you take after your dad....anyways.....about your dad....he was put in jail...I was watching the news and it was on there". Kitsune's head perked up and he looked at Ryu seriously. "That's not funny Ryu" spoke Kitsune. "I only wish I was joking, the reporter said that, Renard Warui was put in jail for starting a fight at a bar" spoke Ryu "He caused, two broken arms, three broken legs, a seizure and one of the men entered a coma after suffering a heavy blow to the temple. Your dad was brutal to them, but the light post camera caught them trying to mug him, so he's going to get in trouble for his brutality, but it shouldn't be too severe". Kitsune sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Why didn't he just walk away from them, and fight if they chased him?" asked Ryu. "Once, when I was a young kit, these boys tried to beat me up and I ran to my daddy, and they backed off and afterwards my dad said he was disappointed. He said that even if you can't fight back and you know you'll lose, it is better to keep pride, running away is not the answer" spoke Kitsune "he doesn't believe in running away from problems, he faces them head on..." "Well now I know you're his son" spoke Ryu smiling. "What do you mean?" asked Kitsune "I don't face all my problems head on, I think out strategies and take it from the sides". "Is that what you think" smiled Ryu "yeah you think it out more, but none the less...that guy out there, it was very possible, that after I let him go he'd come straight at you. But you didn't waver a bit, you may not truly be fighting...but you keep your pride". Kitsune just looked at Ryu for a moment. "Your full of it you know that right?" spoke Kitsune. "You just don't like admitting when I'm right" spoke Ryu "you never have and you probably never will". "Whatever, makes you shut up" spoke Kitsune laying his face into his arms. "What's wrong?" asked Ryu. "My dad" spoke Kitsune "I never told him I had a boyfriend...or in fact...I haven't told him I'm gay....I told him...I like guys...not that I don't like girls". "Oh well" spoke Ryu "Not a big deal right". "Wrong" replied Kitsune "keeping a fact out still makes the truth a lie". "Your father said that right?" questioned Ryu. "Indeed" breathed Kitsune. \*\*\* (two hours later) Kitsune sat in the Japanese class room, with his head in his arms, feeling tired. He closed his eyes, as the bell rang only to feel a slap to the back of his head. He pulled his head up quickly to see Ms. Gray. "You will not sleep in my class boy" she spoke quickly "next time you will be punished". "Yes Ma'm" spoke Kitsune rubbing his eyes with his paws. "If you need sleep get it in your dorm, rather than staying up all night playing games, and what not" spoke Ms. Gray. "Awww but that's so much fun" spoke Kitsune smiling. "Are you getting smart with me?" asked Ms. Gray. "No ma'm" replied Kitsune "just telling the truth". "Ah, I see" spoke Ms. Gray moving back to her desk. Kitsune could still hear the sounds of rain, through the window in the room, he looked over, Ms. Gray had already started teaching, but the fox, had no intention of listening in his state of drowsiness. His mind wondered slowly about, seemingly out in the storm, his mind separated from his body, a state not so new to him, it's how he so easily thought so keenly and quickly. It wondered about, the figure he had seen this morning, the winged figure that landed on the roof. 'what was it? Why did it come here? Was it just my imagination? Is it good or bad?' thought Kitsune. His mind continued to wonder about the figure. The class slowly progressing, and the professor speaking but the words didn't break through Kitsune's thoughts. This figure was just so scary, to Kitsune, that it consumed him, but slowly he pushed it out, each though getting less meaningful until finally it had left him. 'It's just foolishness, it's all in your head Kit' thought Kitsune as he pulled out his notebook, finally hearing the teachers words. And slowly the class progressed, Kitsune now taking down the notes, his thoughts only on the teacher and a specific white wolf.

Title: Hoods and Flight by BladePup Tags: Poetry, Random **Hoods and Flight** *Venturing through the wood,* *I think of the things that could,* *In summer wear a hood.* *The boy said that he should,* *Yet his sister said only if we would.* \_ \_ *The snake wiffled his reply,* *As he was preoccupied with a sigh,* *That we all had to be extremely high.* *And snake alone with his sigh,* \_ Took wing and began learning to fly\_

Title: Those Forgotten II: A Rought Night [edited] by The Copilot Tags: Anal, Fantasy, Human, Love, M/M, Oral, Plot Development, Weredogs, Werewolf \_ \~\~\~\~\~\~ **Those Forgotten - A Rough Night** \~\~\~\~\~\~ Notes: Okay, so I lied, this one has sex as well and you cannot possible understand how unbearable horny writing the sex scene over the last two days has made me! The re-edited first chapter will have been posted by now too with a longer sex scene and I fixed what I think to be all of the problems but, I could have missed a few. Having passed the yiff test I went back and added more while fixing the flow of the sentences and the delivery of it all. There is now an additional 3, nearly 4, pages of pure action added to it alone, pushing it to 19 pages. This one too, is that long. There are a few things that people were questioning and they'll all be relieved to know that this chapter clears a few things, but you'll have to read more to find out. Thanks for all the critiques from everyone, and editing advice, it really helped to point out some flaws and your ideas really helped me when fixing the story's plot! Credit is due for the song used here, it is\_ Answer *by* Sarah McLachlan \_and you can hear it [here](%5C) on YouTube if you want to know how it is sung before continuing. It's very slow and sorrowful. Edit: I re-wrote the series out of first person format as I felt I was being hypocritical. I rarely like first person stories so I couldn't leave this in first person. When I originally created this series, Shaun was to essentially be me, but as I kept writing he took on his own life and I am no longer Shaun. Um, don't read if you don't like M/M relationships as this is what this is all about and I'm warning you, I'm not liable after that. If you get caught or hate it and decide to go play 'Hide and go kill yourself,' oh well! Copyright of The Copilot edited by Warrior Scribe ... enjoy \~\~\~\~\~\~ **(Chapter two)** \~\~\~\~\~\~ \_ Oren and Shaun had quietly fallen a sleep on the couch embracing each other in the exhaustion of their early morning romp. They slept peacefully in each others loving arms for what felt like an eternity in heaven, but it all came crashing down with the sound of the door bell sounding off a shrill ring. Shaun's head lifted off of the couch, his eyes flat out refusing to open just yet, they themselves content to let whomever was at his door just sit there. Shaun's head sank slowly to the padded arm rest of the couch as he settled back down, getting comfortable whilst stroking Oren's ears lovingly as the dog used his chest for a pillow. Whoever was at the door didn't give up though, and rang the bell repeatedly in rapid succession, knocking this time too. This time it woke Oren up as well. He jerked awake and shook Shaun, frightened. "Shaun! Someone's at the door, what do we do?" He just looked down at Oren, the comment not registering at first. Then, Shaun suddenly realized his dilemma, there was a werewolf laying in his lap and whoever was intent on coming into his house would surely see him. Shaun sat up quickly upon realizing why Oren was worried. Grabbing both of the Akita's hands and clasping them together in his, Shaun told Oren to go hide upstairs, but the Akita stopped half way across the room and looked back in worry. "Everything will be okay, I promise. Trust me?" Shaun said. Oren nodded, quickly bolting up the stairs, slamming the door to Shaun's room behind him. Getting off of the couch, Shaun walked slowly to the door and called out, "Yes, who is it?" "It's me, Christine! I came to check on you're new dog," the vet shouted. "Don't you have to get to the vet clinic?" Shaun asked her, looking at the clock and praying she would say yes. "No, I took the day off. The Vet-Techs know I'm never far away and will call me if they need anything." "Damn," Shaun mumbled at the door. "What was that?" she said. "Nothing," Shaun answered, back quickly. 'How did she hear me?' "Well, are you going to let me in?" she asked. As Shaun opened the door to step out and talk to her, having no intent of letting her in, she pushed her way past him and started walking down the hallway into his house. Cursing, Shaun quickly shut the door and tried to stop her from venturing any farther, blocking the hallway. "Whoa there, you can't just walk in here willy-nilly like that!" "Oh, I'm sorry. I just came to see how your stray was doing. You have a really nice house, you know that," she said, trying to duck past him. "Thanks, but Oren's doing just fine. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like you to leave," Shaun said, trying to hold as stern a face as possible. "Oh, you named him already?" Christine asked, again trying to duck past him. "Oren? Here boy," she called. "Where is he?" she asked. "He's, uh... upstairs sleeping. Christine you need to leave... I'm asking you, please," Shaun asked, near enough to begging her. "I guess he changed huh? Wake up next to a hunk this morning, did we?" Christine said, poking Shaun in the chest. "What? NO!" Shaun said a little too loudly. "I don't know what you're talking about, Oren's perfectly normal. He's... just sleeping," he started again, trying to keep calm but Christine saw right through it. "Oh, cut the crap. I know what he is Shaun," she said finally, folding her arm over her breasts and staring him down. "How?" he asked, shocked. "We're pretty good at identifying each other amongst humans and animal alike," Christine said, taking off her sunglasses, and putting them away before looking at Shaun. Her irises went red for a moment before quickly returning to normal. Shaun sat there stunned and leaned in to look at her closely. "Boo!" she shouted, lunging at him with her hands out. Shaun yelled in fright, and immediately slammed a hand over his heart as he fell back in surprise. "Don't do that!" Shaun shouted , smacking the floor he was now sitting on. "Well, don't look at me like I'm some kind of monster, monsters bite," said Christine. Shaun looked her incredulously and sat there staring at her. "Well, are you going to let me see him?" Christine asked. "It's been a while since I've met another one with the mark." "I don't know," Shaun began, unsure if he should let her near his lover. "Please," she asked, holding her hands together in a plea. "It's up to him, he's a little skittish. We had some trouble when he woke up today," Shaun said, grimacing. "He's okay right? You didn't freak out did you?" Christine asked, holding a hand to her mouth. "Yeah, he's perfectly fine. He's actually the one who freaked out, it took me a little while to get him to let me in the closet to talk to him." "Oh, wow," she said. "Yeah," Shaun answered back slowly. "Here, let me show you to the kitchen. You can help yourself to anything, we've already eaten," Shaun said as he showed her around. Christine stopped when they rounded the corner and took a big whiff of the surrounding air. She looked at Shaun through slitted eyes. "What?" Shaun asked her, looking at Christine worryingly. "Someone's already been naughty," she said, smiling at him. Shaun turned bright red, there was no denying it with her sense of smell. "I was hoping that I'd get to play with him but it looks like you beat me to it. I'm guessing he's taken then?" Christine asked. Shaun looked at her and thought about it before answering, "Yes, he's mine," Shaun said, taking on a rather possessive tone. "Awe, that's sweet. I knew you'd make a good pair, but I didn't think it would be THAT good," Christine said, pointing to the pools of dried cum on the counter top. Shaun flushed red again, and left to go get Oren from his room. "Oren, honey," Shaun said as he knocked on the door. "Its me." The lock turned and the Akita pulled Shaun inside quickly before locking the door behind them just as fast. "Are they gone?" he asked, his face awash with panic and fear. "No, no they haven't left yet. It's Christine, from the vets office. You remember her?" Oren started to panic, shivering and shaking in fear. "Please, Shaun. Don't let her take me away from you. I don't want to go anywhere anymore, I just want to stay here. Please, don't make me leave!" Oren pleaded as he fell to his knees and wrapping his arms around Shaun's legs. "I'll do what ever you want, just, don't let her take me away!" "Oren, honey, slow down. I won't let anyone take you from me, she just wants to talk to you. She says that she's like you, a marked one she called it." "Yeah, she showed me her eyes right before we left her office," said Oren still sniffling as he nuzzled his head against Shaun's stomach as he was still wrapped around the mans legs. Shaun scritched behind Oren's ears as the Akita sat back on his ankles and let go of his legs. Shaun offered him a hand to get up with and pulled the Akita up with it. Shaun held Oren's chin softly as he smiled at him before kissing the dog on the forehead. Shaun then watched as Oren prepared to walk out of the room. "Hey," Shaun said, clenching the Akita's hand before pulling in back, causing the dog to whip around. As Oren spun around, he flung a hand up to Shaun's chest to keep from bowling him over. Shaun pulled Oren into a deep kiss, lips brushing the dogs as his other hand moved to the small of Oren's back, holding the dog to him. Oren's ears perked up as he moaned, that curled tail now swaying as the two kissed passionately before slowly separating. Shaun kept Oren there as he set his forehead to the dogs and looked him deep in the eyes. Oren's eyes flicked back and forth for a second, searching for the meaning of all this. "I will never.... ever... let anyone take you away from me. I promise," Shaun said, punctuating the sentence with a small kisses. Oren's eyes teared up a little as he whined a soft 'awe.' The Akita grabbed the back of Shaun's head and pushed his muzzle deep into his lips, lapping at them as his eyes closed. Oren was blinking the tears away and letting them fall down his muzzle as Shaun closed his eyes too, kissing back just a passionately and allowing that canine tongue into his mouth. Their tongues darted around, entwining together as they reveled in each others love. They kissed until they grew dizzy for breath and eventually, they slowly parted lips, wordlessly acknowledging the depth of love, understanding, and all of the connections shared between them. "Come on, lets go down stairs, Christine is waiting for us," Shaun said, taking Oren's hand in his. Shaun reveled in the feeling of soft pads and fur as their fingers interlocked. They even held hands as Shaun led the dog down the stairs. Shaun could hear the sound of his coffee maker chugging away in the kitchen and figured Christine was still there. Walking around the corner and into his kitchen, Shaun could see that Christine had in fact taken him up on the offer to anything there, having made herself a pot of coffee and some toast. As Shaun and Oren walked around the corner, she started talking, "I hope you don't mind me making some coffee," Christine began. "I missed my regular cup in my anxiousness too come see--" she stopped, having turned around to look at the two. "Whoa," she said quietly. Shaun was still holding Oren's hand, he hadn't let go because the Akita was squeezing it tighter and tighter. Because of this, Shaun felt the dog try to hide behind him. "Whoa?" Shaun asked her, "What do you mean whoa? I thought you said you knew what he was?" This time, he too was trying to hide Oren. "No... Well, yes, but... everyone I've ever met was always in their human form. None of them walked around looking like him," Christine said, taking a sip of coffee from a steaming mug. "What's that supposed to mean," Shaun asked her. "I've never met a marked one who wasn't back to being human in the morning," she said. "Come to think about it, I've never met a marked one who wasn't a wolf either, Oren here is a first for me."Oren shifted around uncomfortably as he tried to hide from Christine's intense examinations, her eyes were darting all over him. "Never?" Shaun asked. "Well, it's not that it doesn't occasionally happen, the whole 'not a wolf thing,'" Christine said as she twirled her finger at Oren. "It's just extremely rare." \~\~\~\~\~\~ Sitting in the living room, Oren and Shaun both looked incredulously at Christine, ready to grill her for information but holding back. "So Oren, you can't control you're changes?" Christine asked. "No," he replied. "You have no idea how, what so ever?" she asked again. "No. Ever since I first changed, I've been stuck as a dog. The exception being when I woke up with this morning." "That's strange," she said, rubbing her chin. "Didn't whoever gave you the mark teach you how to control it?" Oren went quite and starred down at the carpet. "Oren honey, she asked you a question." Shaun said, shaking Oren's hand. The Akita looked up at Shaun, a tear in his eye, before looking back at Christine. "No," Oren whispered. "He died saving me." He looked back at Shaun before continuing, "it happened a few years ago." \~\~\~\~\~\~ *I woke up to the sound of fire alarms, my room filled with smoke. I quickly rolled off my bed and fell to the floor, coughing. There wasn't much air left in my room so I stuck to the carpet, looking for a flashlight and a rag to cover my mouth. The smoke was burning my eyes as I crawled slowly in the direction of my bedroom door. When I reached up for the handle, my hand made a sizzling sound as I burnt it and I felt the door. It was hot, couldn't go that way. All the bed rooms were on the second floor of my parents house, so I was trapped in the burning thing. I was running out of oxygen and trying to crawl over to my window, having resigned myself to jumping as it was my only option. I kept saying to myself, 'better to break a leg than to die,' when there came a crashing sound as my door flew open. I screamed and rolled figuring it was a back draft but I felt no heat. When I looked up there was a gigantic black wolf standing on just two legs searching though the smoke. I screamed again and it came after me. You can imagine my surprise when it only picked me up but still, I started to kick and hit it, trying to get away.* "Shh," The Wolf said to me. "I'm only trying to help. Hold on to me. Are you ready?" When I nodded in shock of hearing the thing speak, it ran for my window, jumping through it and landing in the side yard just as there came an enormous explosion that blew out all the glass in the house. The wolf stood still, cradling me and protecting me from the sharp shrapnel that flew through the air. It turned allowing me to see my house as it went up in an inferno, flames making the wood crackle menacingly as fire slowly ate it's way through the beams. The werewolf stood me in front of itself and watched, as I was, my child hood home go up in flames. I remember turning to it and asking, "My mum and dad?" My eyes were about the size of dinner plates. "No," said the wolf, looking down. "I couldn't get there in time, their room was gone by the time I got to yours." "NO!" I screamed running for the house, trying to get in side. I only made it two steps before the wolf caught me, pulling me into its arms. "It's too late Jake," he said calmly. "There's nothing you can do for them. They're gone!" "NO! No, no, no!" I said turning and pounding my hand against its chest, trying to push away. "Let me go! Please, let me go. I have to save them!" "It's too late child," he said, refusing to let me go. "I'm sorry." I crumpled to the ground and he sat down behind me, covering me with his bulky frame as I wept, broken and defeated. I cried harder than I had ever cried before, but he never left me. Agonizing over my parents death, I was still crying when we heard the sirens drawing closer. He looked down at me. "I have to go now, you'll be safe out front when the police get here," he said, standing up. I stood up too and clung to him for a moment. He too wrapped his arms around me. "Please don't leave," I said. "Don't worry, I'll find you..." it began, but there was a loud cracking noise and he tensed, claws suddenly penetrating into my sides as we both screamed in agony. There was a second crack and he fell to the ground, gasping. He looked up at me and saw the deep, bloody claw marks on my skin. "Oh no," he whispered, looking from the marks to my face, his eyes going wide. "I'm so sorry," he said, reaching out for me. He stopped suddenly, coughed up some blood and wheezing, his body shattered. Looking to where the shots had come he jerked and coughed some more. He looked back at me, his body changing back to a human as he tried to talk to me. "Ruh... run," he stuttered out. "You have to run." I looked up to see a tall man in a long overcoat, walking slowly towards us with his pistol raised. When I looked down, the wolf had changed completely back to his human form, he was my next door neighbor. I knew him to be a kind and gentle middle aged fellow and yet, tonight, he was laying on my lawn, dieing after saving me. His head lifted up as he told me to run again, and this time I obeyed, running for the tree line of the forest behind my house. I looked back once and saw him trying to stand, protecting me from this man. I was midway to the tree line when I heard three more sharp cracks and looked back to see my neighbor slump to the ground. The man, the wolf, what ever he was, having given his life for me. When I looked up a little further, my eyes met with the killer and his gun drew level with me. I kept running and I heard a crack as a bullet went whizzing my head, splintering the tree next to me. I heard him shouting curses and looked back seeing him try to reload his gun. By that time I had made it to the tree line and the police sirens were wailing just around the corner from him, he ran. \~\~\~\~\~ "I waited about half an hour before I walked out to meet with the police officers, I told them everything but they called me delusional when I told them the dead man was a wolf. The medics chalked it up as oxygen deprivation and my scratches from going through the window. They stitched me up and sent me on my way to live with my grandparents. A week later, I had my first transformation as the full moon rolled around. I was only sixteen, all alone and scared. I've been stuck as a dog the whole time and I've been running from the hunters ever since. One of them caught me last night, that's who was trying to kill me," Oren said, wiping away the tears that had plagued his story. "Today is the first day since then that I haven't been running. The first day that I fell like I belong... like I'm safe," said Oren, looking at Shaun. "I remember when that happened," said Christine quietly. "It was all a set up, the whole thing. The hunters torched your house because you were George's neighbors. They knew he'd try to help." "Oren, I'm so sorry," Christine said, a look of genuine remorse etched into her face. "Thanks," Oren said. "George was a good person." "Yes, he was," said Christine, nodding. "So, your real name is Jake?" Shaun asked him, curiously. "Yeah, but I like Oren better. It reminds me that I have you," he said blushing. "And you became a marked because of some scratches?" Shaun asked Oren, finding it hard to smile after that story. Oren nodded a 'yes' and showed both Christine and Shaun the scars under his fur. "How does that work?" Shaun asked Christine. "The marking process." "Ah," she said. "It's like a virus." Shaun nodded, trying to get her to continue. "Its very complicated but, essentially, if you take away all the peculiar things, it works like any other contagious disease. The virus is present everywhere, both in and on the host. Saliva, fur, tears," she pausing to look over at Shaun. "Semen. Everything." Oren looked up quickly, his face awash with fear. "We've been kissing," he gasped out. "Does that mean I'm going to turn?" Shaun asked Christine calmly. She responded with a smile. "No, that's the beauty of it. This virus has a safety mechanism that's so simple, only mother nature could have thought of it. The virus populates everywhere inside of the host, but it needs a specific set of conditions to infect another. The virus is so weak, the only time you could possibly infect another person was if their immune system was sufficiently compromised, or stressed, and if the virus was able to get directly into the persons bloods stream." "Like a bite?" Shaun asked, Christine nodded. "Or a scratch in Oren's case, I'm not sure having claws sunk into you is enough to tax the immune system though. Stumbling out of the house fire shortly before is probably the only reason Oren became a host." "So you're saying that you basically have to be seriously hurt to become infected?" Shaun asked while looking over at Oren. "Yes," she said. Oren's backside, which had been growing increasingly more active until now, went ballistic and he tackled Shaun to the couch, kissing him in excitement. Shaun kissed back, just as relieved that he could be with Oren as the dog laid back down, head on Shaun's chest as they stared at each other. Shaun could see the curly tail behind his lover going crazy with the news. Christine smiled at them, "Awe, isn't that just adorable! You too are quite the couple." Shaun couldn't help but turn red, something he found himself doing a lot of lately. "So, how come Oren's been stuck in one form for so long, aren't you supposed to, you know, change only on a full moon?" "See, that part bugs me because you're right, Oren should have changed into what he is now the first time, and then change back to human by morning. And there is also the fact that he's not a wolf when most hosts are. There are just so many inconsistencies with him that I've never seen before," said Christine. "Hmm, here that? Even a werewolf says that you're not normal," Shaun said to Oren. Oren's ears folded back and he looked hurt, Shaun felt hurt after saying that too. "But that just means I'm all the more lucky to have you!" Shaun said before he was attacked with kisses again. Christine's buzzer went off as she watched the two and she rushed to gather her stuff. "I have to go, there's an emergency at the clinic." "Oren, I need to talk to you about controlling your gift," Christine said, taking him off to the side. "There is a way to control yourself, but you have to wait for the change to come. Tonight, there is a full moon. When you start the change, that's if it actually starts, you're too different for me to know for sure if you will, you will feel something in your mind change. Concentrate on this feeling and try to push back, that is the key to the transformation and the quicker you learn how to push it, the quicker you learn how to control it. I'm sorry that I can't tell you more but I have to go perform emergency surgery on someone's beagle," she said rolling her eyes. After she finished talking to Oren, Shaun showed her to the door where she turned and looked at the man. "Shaun, I'm not sure if he will actually shift tonight, so much of his condition is different from what I know to be common," Christine said, looking worried. "If he's only ever shifted once, this is going to be a hard night on him. What ever you do, please stay with him." Christine's eyes flicked as she searched Shaun's eyes for any signs that he would do otherwise. "He's going to need you and I think even he can see that," she said. "I promise, I won't leave him. I'm just worried he might hurt himself." "You'll have to protect him, he really needs someone who can take all of this," she said. "For him, I'd give my world," Shaun said, trying to burn Christine with his gaze for suggesting, even remotely, that he might leave Oren because of his condition. "Call me tomorrow and tell me how things go, I want to know if he's able to change back fully after tonight," she said. "Even if he is stuck the way he is, he'll be fine. This is the one place where he'll never have to hide what he is," Shaun said. "Good bye Shaun, and tell Oren that I said good luck," Christine said, walking out the door. She stopped through, turning around. "Although, I'm not sure he needs it, having you around and all. I really do envy him, you know. It's almost like you're his god send, it's truly amazing that he found you." "Thanks," Shaun said softly. Christine smiled and walked away and Shaun heard a voice whisper behind him, 'That's because you are.' Shaun turned quickly, trying to catch it but again there nothing was there. \~\~\~\~\~\~ Shaun walked back into the living room after locking the door and saw Oren sitting on the couch. He looked worried as Shaun down next to him. "Don't worry, everything will be fine tonight. I promise, okay?" Shaun said, ruffling Oren's head fur. Oren forced a weak smile. "I'm just worried Shaun. What if I can't change back all the way? I'll never be able to be with you in public, I'd be killed for what I am," he whispered. "I don't want that kind of life for you, it wouldn't be fair." "Oren, if I cared about stuff like that, would I honestly be here now?" Shaun asked. "I love you too damn much to let you go. I would rather have you with me, looking as adorable and beautiful as you are in all your fur, than be alone. To hell with the consequences, it's a price I'd gladly pay to be with you." "But Shaun," Oren started, tears in his eyes. "No buts, all I want is to spend the rest of my life with you and all you have to do... is... say... yes." "YES! OH, GOD YES! I love you Shaun, please don't ever leave me!" gasped Oren, flinging himself onto Shaun. Oren pushed Shaun into the couch, laying on top of him as he grabbed Shaun's head in both hands before slamming his muzzle down to his lips and kissing passionately. Shaun wrapped his arms around Oren's back and kissed him back just as forcefully. This time Shaun was the one seeking entrance to his mouth, prying apart Oren's lips with his tongue, seeking to battle with him as they declared their passions. Oren moaned into Shaun's mouth as their tongues wrestled, hands starting to wander. Shaun's slipped down Oren's back and into the dog's shorts, cupped his ass and feeling the perfect mounds as Oren felt Shaun's chest. Shaun grabbed both cheeks, one in each hand, and gave them a good squeeze while using them to pull their groins together. Oren let out a squeal of delight and broke the kiss to pant in front of his loves face, hot breaths steaming over Shaun's face as they stared each other in the eye. Both of them could feel their arousal's growing against each other through the fabric of their pants, so Shaun ground his shaft upwards into Oren's swelling sheath teasingly, forcing the dog into letting out a quiet 'oh' as his head tilted back in pleasure. "Bedroom?" Shaun asked huskily. Oren nodded and said, "Want to race?" Shaun nodded and while grabbing him, rolled off the couch. Shaun landed on top as the dog let out a shocked breath. Shaun got up and quickly ran for the stairs while Oren recovered, tossing his shirt off as he went. Oren, picking himself up off of the floor, did the same and followed quicker than expected. Shaun beat him to the room and ducked behind the open door, pulling it farther open as he hid. Oren ran into the room expecting to find Shaun on the bed but stopped at the foot of it when he noticed that Shaun wasn't there. "Shaun?" he called out. Shaun laughed and leaped out from behind the door as Oren turned around, tackling him to the bed. Shaun then moved up quickly and sat on his stomach as he recovered enough to look up at him. Shaun smiled wickedly down at the dog and started to tickle him as he screamed and laughed into the attack while trying to writhe his way out from under the man. At this, Shaun tucked his knees at his sides and held on for dear life, tickling the canine even more. When he stopped, Oren was gasping for air and Shaun couldn't help but giggle down at him. "You cheated," he stated matter-of-factly. "No, I surprised you, twice!" Shaun said, giggling down at his puppy. He tapped him on the nose and made him sneeze. "Now I'm going to claim my reward," Shaun said, sticking a hand behind him and fondling Oren's sheath. He watched Oren gasp in rapture as he teased him. Oren wiggled some more and Shaun used the opportunity to stick his hands down the canines trousers, first feeling the soft, darker pubic fur that created a trail from his belly button down to his sheath. Slowly, Shaun slipped his hand inside the shorts and then under his undergarment, intent on having a good rummage around in there. Shaun grabbed Oren's sheath and used it to stroke up and down his shaft all the while watching Oren clench his eyes and gasp out in pleasure. His shaft rapidly started to rise to Shaun's attention, slipping out of his sheath and smearing Shaun's arm and the inside of the shorts in the pre that had formed on their couch session. Shaun smiled down at Oren, releasing his sheath and shaft just as his hips started to hump up into his hand. Oren whined and opened his eyes to look up at Shaun, pleading for more. So Shaun slid down and ground his bottom against the Akita's growing bulge, feeling the rapidly thickening shaft poking his rear through their clothes. "You heard what Christine said, didn't you?" Shaun asked Oren, smiling as he tensed in pleasure. "I... I ca...ca... \*gasp\* can't... infect ...\*gasp\* ... you," the dog said as Shaun continued grinding down. "Exactly, so I intend to get what I've wanted all morning," the man replied. Shaun got up, slid down Oren, and sat on his legs while laying his hands on his bulge, not doing anything and thus teasing Oren as he watched. Slowly, Shaun reached up and grabbed Oren's shorts, tugging them down to his ankles and leaving him in just a jock. "You're taking a liking to this aren't ya?" Shaun said, snapping the waistband of the jock on his sheath. Oren gasped before nodding. Shaun didn't play with the jock this time though, electing to remove it and make access to Oren's privates a little easier. After Shaun pulled Oren's jock off, he looked back down at him in awe. Oren's shaft was only partially erect and already as long as Shaun's now rock hard length and the dog's bollocks spilled down low, so large and heavy that they were actually resting themselves on the bed. Shaun lent down and dug his nose through the pubic fur above Oren's sheath, teasingly bumping against his shaft. Oren tensed again and tried humping his length along Shaun's face, eager for pleasure. Shaun pulled back, however, denying him any. This afternoon, Shaun intended to find both of their limits and teased him along. Shaun licked once up Oren's length, collecting pre as he went, but he didn't go back for more, instead leaning down to his balls and taking them into his mouth, one by one. Shaun kept at this for several minutes before he heard Oren start to whine. Even then, he continued a little longer until he heard Oren beg. "Oh, Shaun! Quit teasing me, please!" he pleaded. Shaun looked up at him and smiled wickedly. He wanted it so Shaun was going to give it to him. He quickly seized Oren's length and took it in his mouth as far as he could, rapidly stroking it as he flicked his tongue furiously at the tip. Oren howled out in pleasure, unprepared for this sudden attack on his senses after being teased along. His shaft was rapidly leaking pre, the spurts coming in increasingly shorter lengths of time. Shaun's goal was to get Oren to orgasm as fast as possible, that way the real action could take place. Shaun had plans for him. Oren's hips became a blur as he instinctively started to thrust, that canine part deep in his brain taking over as he was overwhelmed with pleasure. Oren grabbed the back of Shaun's head and started to thrust faster, poking the back of Shaun's throat. Shaun could hear him growling low under his breath as he started to forcefully fuck his face. Suddenly, Shaun felt a change in the angle of his head and when Oren's shaft poked at his throat, he reflexively swallowed it, allowing it access where there had been none before. Shaun started to gag but fought it. Oren's thrusting stopped almost completely, gasping in shock as of his shaft sunk deeper and deeper into the tight confines of Shaun's throat. Somehow, Shaun had managed to take all 12 inches of Oren right into his throat. Pre was now going directly into his stomach as Oren's growing knot kissed his lips. Having gained control of himself again, Oren pulled himself back, the tip of his member resting right at Shaun's throat just long enough for him grab a breath through his nose before the Akita plunged back in, moaning louder than before as his length again slid into place. It continued at this pace for a while, both of them moaning is pleasure as Oren's length plowed Shaun's throat. After minutes at this pace, Oren sped up trying to earn himself release. He began to thrust hard and fast again, making wet slorching noises as his shaft rose up and down within Shaun's throat. Every time Oren thrust, his knot would bump into Shaun's lips, asking for entrance but none could be found. Shaun's jaw already hurt from trying to fit Oren's overly large shaft into it, meaning there was no way his knot could fit without tearing a few ligaments. \_Oh god! He was such a tease! I've never had anyone tease me like this before. I was discovering that Shaun had a very bad habit of doing that, of bringing you the slightest hint of pleasure but withdrawing and leaving you to want more as he teased a reaction out of you. Now he was grinding his bottom longingly across the tent in my shorts, talking to me. He then tugged on the waistband of my new favorite underwear and snapped the waistband of said jock against my sheath, making me gasp as pleasure bolted to my head... both of them. He was moving a little quicker this time, pulling off the garment without much attention to it before leaning down and taking hold of my balls. More pleasure stung my mind as he teasingly refused to offer any that would get me on my way to release. I finally had to beg him to quite teasing me and instantly regretted it. He grasped my shaft and quickly sunk it deep into his mouth, stroking it rapidly and flicking his tongue around it as fast as possible. I howled out as I was suddenly blinded with pleasure. I could feel my shaft throbbing faster and faster as Shaun tried to rip an orgasm out of me. My hips started to act on their own accord, thrusting rapidly into Shaun's mouth and gripping the back of his head tightly as something in me instinctively clicked on. I could feel my shaft slamming into the back of his throat, unable to go any further until suddenly his head changed angles and my shaft was gripped tightly by the confines of his tight throat as is spasmed along my length. I gasped loudly as my shaft sunk further and further into this tight tunnel as my entire length suddenly found admittance into Shaun, my whole shaft disappearing as I felt my knot bump against his lips. I shuddered before pulling back to where my shaft had started its descent and heard Shaun catch his breath.\_ Things continued like that until instinct took over yet again, my shaft now hammering down his throat as I sought an orgasm at my own pace. I could feel it rapidly approaching and started to push up and into Shaun's throat with increasingly more force, pushing his head down to meet my thrusts too. My mind was blinded as I searched for release, the need burning deep in my loins. I could feel a heat in my balls as they started to draw up, no longer resting on the bed as they smacked at Shaun's chin, his morning stubble tickling them. I was getting so close so fast, and instantly found release as Shaun's previously unoccupied hands found and squeezed down on my knot, giving it a good tug. Jerking upward in shock, my back arched up off of the bed as I howled in pleasure. I started to fire seed down Shaun's throat, shot after shot went straight into his stomach as I gave him my all. Shaun suddenly pulled off my shaft, gasping for air as I fell to the bed, seed shooting all across his face as he tried to breath. He then sunk himself back down on my shaft and coaxed more of seed from me, hammering my length with his tongue. I surpassed the amount I gave earlier by about 4 shots bringing it to about 18, and fell back to the bed. I found myself gasping for air as my orgasm slowly faded, the flow from my shaft slowing to a trickle as well. I felt Shaun shift on the bed and opened my eyes to look down my body at him. He was shuffling up and was now sitting above me, his rear perched above my still swollen and sensitive shaft as he started to undo his pants. I asked him what he was doing and he said he was 'claiming the real prize', dropping his pants around his knees while reaching back. His jock strap was still on, his arousal tenting it to the point of nearly ripping a hole right through it. I could see a fire in his eyes that I hadn't seen before, a passion that I both felt and matched. I felt him grip my shaft, spreading around the cum and saliva that he left there as he prepared to sink down. He brought that hand forward and smeared it across my nose, suddenly filling my nose with both pheromones and musk. My slightly softened shaft was instantly as hard as the granite counter top I was fucked on this morning and I couldn't help myself as I grabbed Shaun's hand and yanked it down to my muzzle, where I bathed it in saliva, cleaning it while enjoying the taste of my own seed. Once I was done with this, I grabbed Shaun as he teasingly sat against my shaft, smearing cum and saliva along his pucker, and rolled him over, pinning him to the bed. "My turn to do the teasing," I growled as he looked up in shock. I went for his neck, licking and sucking along it as he lifted his head and exposed more of his neck to me in submission. Pleased by this, I shuffled down and started to lick along his balls through his jock strap, bouncing them on my tongue and gluing down the jock to them with saliva as he moaned out for more. I licked my way down to that spot right under his balls where the strap ended and stuck my nose there. Inhaling deeply and taking in his strong musky scent, my tongue flicked out, tasting his musk in the sweat that had accumulated there. Flicking my tongue out more, I licked my way lower down to his puckered entrance, smelling and tasting my own cum even though I had yet to fuck him. I started lapping at his entrance, teasing him as he moaned. I was putting out as much saliva as I could, trying to lubricate his entrance well for what was about to come. Eventually, my tongue was able to sink its way into him and it wiggled its way into Shaun's rear. He let out a sharp pleading moan and I smiled. He was desperate now, scooting his rear down to meet my tongue as I lubed him up and stretched him out. When I drew back, he whimpered like a bitch in heat and that made me horny as hell. I shuffled quickly back up to him and placed my shaft at his entrance, poking and prodding teasingly as he had done to me and I waited for him to beg. Oren's seed tasted wonderful, something akin to cinnamon mixed with musk. Shaun crawled his way up Oren's body, an incredible warmth in his stomach from Oren's seed as Shaun dropped his pants and sat teasingly above his shaft. Shaun reached back and took hold of the length as he spread around the left over seed and saliva. When he was finished, he smeared Oren's own cum across his nose, continuing his game of teasing him. This time though, he surprised Shaun. His arm shot out and took Shaun's hand, bringing it quickly to his mouth as he licked up all of his seed, eating it hungrily. Shaun smiled at this and slowly lent back, letting his shaft poke Shaun's rear as he cleaned Shaun's hand, but he shocked Shaun again when he grabbed Shaun's sides and quickly rolled them over with him landing on top. "My turn to do the teasing," he growled, getting aggressive. Shaun liked that. He went for Shaun's neck, licking and sucking along it. Shaun figured he intended for him to act the same as he had this morning so Shaun tilted his head back and exposed more of his neck to him in submission. He quickly moved down after that and started to lick at Shaun's balls through his jock strap, bouncing them and making him moan in pleasure. He then thrust his nose in under them and started to inhale deeply and lick rapidly there, making Shaun's back arch as he gasped. He worked his way quickly to Shaun's entrance where he waited little time in coating it in saliva. Shaun was shocked when his tongue wormed its way inside him and wiggled around. It felt glorious and he envied Oren to possessing such a limb. Shaun couldn't help but let out a small whimper as he pulled away, leaving Shaun sufficiently stretched and wet down there. He shuffled quickly back up to Shaun, hunching over him and pulling his legs up onto his shoulders as he sat there, his hard shaft poking Shaun in the rear. He waited like that, teasingly motioning to thrust, only to pull back before he could actually slip in. Shaun knew his intentions, he wanted Shaun to beg but he refused to do so. He kept poking and prodding until finally Shaun just snapped and started pleading with him. Midway through those pleads, he ended them with a swift but short thrust that brought about 3 inches of shaft into Shaun's entrance that hadn't been there a second before. Shaun yelled in both pain and pleasure as it slid deeper into him, slowly feeding itself into his entrance. It was tough going for both of us as his shaft was the widest thing Shaun had ever experienced and Oren had to make room for it as he went along. Shaun could feel every vein, every small throb and twitch in that length as Oren towered over him, growling as he forced himself inside Shaun at an ungodly slow pace. He was teasing Shaun and saving him at the same time, trying not to rip him open. He made it half way after about 5 minutes and they both took a break. Shaun felt fuller than he had ever felt in his life and it was only going to continue to grow. His length was steadily growing wider as he pushed more into Shaun and there was much more to go. He on there other hand was having an even harder time not burying himself to the hilt and thrusting rapidly as his instincts were telling him. When their eyes met, Orwn grabbed Shaun's hands and kissed him, pulling them above his head and holding them there as he had done earlier, trying to show he could be just as dominate. Shaun appreciated the show, making a note to himself to tell Oren later that they were equals in their relationship, no matter what the position entailed in matters of love and sex. In the kiss, he started to push more, going a little faster this time as the cum and saliva mixed now with the pre his shaft was pouring into Shaun backside. There was so much spurting out, that Shaun thought Oren was coming, but he showed no signs of that. Eventually, he grunted and thrust the last 4 inches of himself into Shaun in one shove, making him gasp in pleasure. He broke the kiss as his knot bumped against Shaun's entrance and smiled down upon him. His knot was so huge that they could both tell that there wouldn't any tying tonight, as much as they both wanted to. Slowly, his hips started to grind into Shaun, moving in and out in short movements as he readied Shaun for the fucking that was to come. He then pulled out midway and thrust himself back in, making Shaun moan louder. Oren smiled, still pinning Shaun's arms back as he did it again, watching Shaun's cock jump and Shaun's balls bounce off of his knot. He picked up his pace and started to thrust faster, using more of his length now too. Shaun's moans started to stretch themselves together as he rode on Oren's shaft. Oren kissed Shaun again, a battle of tongues ensuing as Oren continued to speed up, jack hammering his full length inside of Shaun. Shaun was nearly screaming in pleasure at this point, the only thing keeping him quiet being the kiss that Oren was holding him in. Oren's hips a blur, Shaun could feel his orgasm building quickly without having laid a hand upon him, the jock he had on now nearly translucent from the pre he had soaked it with. Shaun's shaft was pulsing furiously in its pouch as Oren fucked Shaun's brains out as he had wanted earlier this morning. Oren's hackles started to rise as he growled into the kiss, his balls now drawing themselves up along Shaun's rear as he neared orgasm. Oren's thrusts became short and violent, his shaft smacking constantly against Shaun's prostate. Shaun was suddenly overtaken with an orgasm as his prostate surrendered to the constant battering and provided him with sweet release. Shaun moaned loudly under Oren as his shaft shot its load into his jock strap, seed actually being released with such force that it pushed its way through. Oren followed shortly behind Shaun as his entrance clamped and spasmed around Oren's length. *It felt good to be on top for once, to assert my will over someone as I ravaged their body for our mutual pleasure. Shaun cried out below me, moaning for more as my thrusts lengthened, movement eased by the pre my shaft was steadily pumping out. Faster and faster my thrust became, until I was jack hammering inside of Shaun. I couldn't help myself, instinct taking over as he moaned out louder and louder. Finally I could feel my own orgasm rapidly approaching, growling down into the kiss when all of a sudden, Shaun shuddered and moaned out as orgasm over took him. I gasped as, suddenly, his entrance became even tighter around my girth and is rippled and pulsed along my length as if milking it.* I lurched forward as I too was over taken with orgasm, and hilted Shaun hard. My knot collided with his entrance, begging to be let in but it didn't happen yet, my length pulsed rapidly and hard as it jerked in Shaun, filling him with more seed than I'd ever spilled before, reaching a towering 22 shots of thick and heavy loads as I painted his tunnel with ounces of the stuff .The pleasure was so intense that it nearly burned my mind, howling out in the glorious triumph of release. I crumpled down on top of Shaun as we basked in pleasure. We laid there gasping for several wonderful, and glowing minutes before I picked myself back up and started to lick his face, inadvertently cleaning it of my dried cum as I thanked him for allowing me such an experience. His reaction was to pull me into a deep kiss. Eventually, as all good things come to an end, our afterglows subsided and my length slipped back into its sheath. I crawled down and lapped at Shaun's entrance, cleaning some of the cum from it, both inside and out, as his back arched. He was firing a few more shots himself as my tongue bounced into certain pleasure spots, still sensitive after our mating. I left a good portion of seed in Shaun's rear, leaving it as a mark that he was my mate and I pulled back, having kept the seed I lapped up in my mouth. Leaning up, I began to lick the seed that he had spilled in his jock strap too, holding that in my mouth also. Crawling back up his body and sitting on his stomach, I looked down smiling at him. He looked back up and could tell I was up to something, but silently agreed that it was okay as I pulled his mouth to mine. His mouth opened automatically to accept my tongue just as I expected and I pushed our combined seed into his mouth, sharing it with him as we made out. We both swallowed when I broke the kiss and cuddled together, falling a sleep in each others arms for the second time that day. \~\~\~\~\~\~ When Shaun awoke, it was to Oren screaming in agony and writhing on bed. Shaun couldn't see him though and turned to flick on his bedside lamp as it had grown dark outside. Shaun's heart grew cold with dread recognizing it was night now. Looking down to Oren, Shaun found that he was twisting across the bed his face filled with panic. Oren looked at Shaun in time for him to see his eyes turn black as a series of sharp cracks filled the air. Oren was shifting, but into what Shaun didn't know. Shaun quickly reached for Oren, but he jerked away shouting 'no,' turning away. Oren didn't want anyone to touch him. There were a few more cracks followed by a wail of pain as he thrashed on the bed. Shaun reached out quickly, pulling Oren to his chest while pinning his arms to his sides. This made Oren freeze for a second before he started wildly thrashing again, pausing as a loud crack sounded through the air. Shaun felt a rib snap and sink in. "Oren, you have to fight it. Christine said that was the only way to control it," Shaun said, still holding on as he growled and lurched in pain. "Get off of me!" Oren screamed, trying to get away. "Oren, fight it, you have to. Do it for me, if nothing else," Shaun whispered into his ear. "Do it because I love you." Oren froze and stopped for a moment until he screamed in agony again, more ribs reshaping themselves as he grew taller, thinner and more feral. "I... can't, it's too strong. Shaun, you need to leave, I might \*gasp\* might hurt you," he said through barred fangs. They weren't that long a second ago. "Oren, I believe in you. Fight this, I know you can. I'll fight it with you. Oren, please" Shaun said, begging him and crying. "Shaun... I ...\*gasp\*... le... lea," Oren tried to say. "Please... don't ask me to leave you. I need you just as much as you need me." Oren whined as tears came from his black eyes, more sickening cracks as his ribs starting to return to normal momentarily before snapping back to their smaller size and taking more with them. "Shaun... help me!" Oren gasped. Shaun clung to Oren and started to hum and cry loudly. He then let out the words that were carrying him though this. Long and slow words melted from him, singing gently into Oren's ear. *I will be the answer At the end of the line I will be there for you While you take the time* \*gasp\* "... keep... keep singing... it's... helping," Oren said, gasping in pain in between each pause as his shifting slowed. Shaun continued so sing, tears pouring down his face and onto Oren's head. *In the burning of uncertainty I will be your solid ground I will hold the balance If you can't look down* Shaun stopped to hum a little, watching as Oren grimaced and growled, sweat pouring off of his brow as the first rib set itself back into its proper place with a crack. *If it takes my whole life I won't break, I won't bend It will all be worth it Worth it in the end* Oren himself was now openly sobbing as more ribs set themselves back too, other bones popping to where they belong along with them. *Cause I can only tell you what I know That I need you in my life When the stars have all gone out You'll still be burning so bright* Oren's change stopped as his body returned to normal, having won this battle. His eyes opened and he looked at Shaun as they both still sobbed, both eyes were still completely black. *Cast me gently Into morning For the night has been unkind* When Shaun looked down again, Oren's eyes were back to their beautiful hazel coloring. They hugged each other and kissed, weeping into each other embrace. "You did it, you fought it off," Shaun whispered to Oren. "Thanks to you, but I can't go any farther back... I'm stuck this way. I'm sorry Shaun," Oren whispered back, wiping away tears that refused to stop. "Sorry, sorry for what? For making me happy? For giving me someone to love? Oren, I don't care if you're stuck this way, I love you know matter what you look like. Will things be easy? No, but life never is. We'll survive it though, just like tonight... we'll take things one battle of a time and I will fight everyday to stay by your side." "Shaun..." Oren whispered, looking deep into his loves eyes. "I love you Oren," said Shaun, kissing him. "And nothing will ever change that." "I love you too," Oren said, weeping into another kiss. Eventually they both stopped crying, Oren laying across Shaun's chest as they relaxed. "Shaun?" Oren asked softly. "Yes?" Shaun asked, stroking his ear. "Can you finish that song? I want to hear you sing again," Oren said, looking up at Shaun. "Anything for you, my love. Anything..." Shaun said. Clearing his throat, Shaun began where he left off. \_Take me to a Place so holy That I can wash this from my mind The memory of choosing not to fight If it takes my whole life I won't break, I won't bend It will all be worth it Worth it in the end 'Cause I can only tell you what I know That I need you in my life When the stars have all burned out You'll still be burning so bright Cast me gently Into morning For the night has been unkind\_ \~\~\~\~\~\~ Oren was sleeping peacefully on his stomach when Shaun finished singing, winning his battle but exhausting himself in fighting it. Shaun looked down, noting that even though Oren had not changed back into a human as Oren was hoping, he didn't care. Instead, he snuggled in behind his mate, clutching the fur of Oren's chest and resting his head in the soft crook of Oren's neck. Shaun just held Oren, repeatedly whispering in his ear. "I will never leave you.... I will never leave you... I will never leave you," he said, fighting to stay awake. Alas, sleep did find him and it crept up behind him with a brick.... and I smiled down upon them, knowing I did right to bring these too together. \~\~\~\~\~\~ Who is this mysterious narrator that appears in the end, what went wrong with Oren's transformation, did you notice how his eyes went black instead of red, and what will happen next? Find out next time... I mean in the next chapter of... 'Those Forgotten.' Again, you can listen to the song [here](%5C).

Title: Hugo Tags: kink I've just turned thirty and, not normally being one for reminiscing, it takes a few drinks with my girlfriends to get me thinking as we chat about how I'm the last one of our group to survive my 20s, and all the things I will not miss. Top on the list are 20 something boys. Not men, but boys. How we put up with so much of their shit because of all the weak ass emo love songs we grew up on (to name only one area of blame). Walking back to my apartment post revelry with a head full of bubbles and a belly full of edibles I think about my last orgasm and am instantly disappointed with boys once more. I have been the master of my pleasure for far too long while leaving a trail of twitching-from-release-post-orgasm boys in my wake over the years. They worked towards their ends and we helped them along without even a reach around -- as they like to call it -- for us women. How tragic boys know absolutely nothing of the female body apart from the fact they know they like tits and we have a few holes. If it wasn't so sad it'd be hilarious. Boys. Fuck em. Well -- not anymore. Getting to my bedroom I whip off my dress and immediately pull on pajama pants while simultaneously throwing my bra as far away from me as possible. If I didn't have one outrageously prude friend who complains each time she notices I don't wear a bra I'd have never have strapped that awful device on. The lengths we go to not have to hear about other people's hang ups -- even at our own parties. Feeling wonderfully free I twirl about my room for a bit to some Saves the Day (what can I say, old habits) before noticing my bra has landed on my laptop and it's still on. Facebook is open and I have a few messages wishing me a happy one. Friends don't let friends Facebook drunk but unfortunately I live alone so, tragically, no one is here to intervene. Scrolling through my feed I'm stopped in my tracks by a photo a friend of mine liked -- in it is my first real crush, the boy who sparked my sexual curiosity. His name is Hugo, he was my brother's best friend. A beautiful jewish man with dark, ebony hair, a swarthy complexion, the most lovely doe eyes, and a smile that made you truly, truly weak at the knees. I mean it. I never knew lips were meant for anything but talking before I saw his and immediately I understood his could be useful for other purposes, though my younger mind had no idea exactly what -- until one afternoon. So perfectly shaped and pillow-like are they that just to see them again I was fixated, eager to know what they'd feel like pressed up against mine, or all of me. Of course I click the photo and find his name tagged, leading me onto his page. I haven't spoken to him in over a decade. My brother and him had been best friends since high school, and I have a feeling I'm part of the reason they drifted apart. I'm still a bit sorry for it, though for my own selfish reasons. So here I am, a freshly minted thirty year old looking at his Facebook page, a bit (ok a lot a bit) drunk and definitely stoned, at 3 a.m., and he still looks every bit as irresistible as I last remember him. Even more so, actually. Liquid courage takes hold and by the next morning I see the jumbled message I sent him and want to die. In short it read about how sorry I was when he and my brother stopped hanging out because I always missed him being around, and that that feeling never went away. What, an, idiot. To my eternal embarrassment, as I sit here rereading my misspelled words the "Hugo is typing..." text appears and I nearly throw up. True to form he's lighthearted and laughing in his response, asking what occasioned my reaching out to him. I respond -- too much Prosecco and a pot brownie the size of my hand. Realizing the time and that I'm late for a client meeting I quickly dash off my apologies and snap my laptop shut, making a mad run for the shower. By the end of the day I have successfully pushed all thoughts of that awkward exchange out from my mind, that is until I log back into my computer and see I have another message from him. He wants to get together. My heart slams against my chest and then feels like it seizes. I hadn't even imagined it possible he would want to see me, or if he even lives close! Turns out he doesn't, he's a solid three hour drive north to Santa Barbara, but he says he'll make the trip down to me at the drop of a hat -- for an "old friend." I tell him I'm free this weekend. Friday comes and my nerves are sparking so raw I feel like my body contains a lightening storm. I hadn't ever dreamed of seeing Hugo again, let alone being out on a date with him. Well, actually, we're staying in as I professed my loathing of restaurants and love of cooking. We're going to cook together -- something I think is so amazing seeing as how no 20 something boy I ever screwed around with could even toast a bagel for themselves. Right on time Hugo knocks at my door at 7 p.m. I have no idea what to expect seeing as we've known each other since we're kids, but here we are now, about to hang out, alone, as adults. I'm dressed in one of my favorite vintage dresses -- a sensual 1930s silk velvet knee length number that's so soft it's like being licked by clouds all over your body. If he lays a hand on me in this dress he won't be able to stop, with this fabric it's a guarantee. It has the added benefit of showing off my trim waist and long legs beautifully. I open the door and it's like one of those bolts of lightening bouncing around in me strikes him and the atmosphere is electric. I don't even think twice, I throw my arms around his neck. His hands are on my hips first and then I can feel him tentatively sliding them around my waist as we laugh our bashful hellos. We spend the night making stir fry, emptying a few beers, and dessert is some of that leftover brownie from my birthday. Before long we're on the couch watching Super Troopers and laughing so hard we're crying. I can't remember the last time I felt this good. One hilarious scene and his hand finds my knee, and I feel an excited tremor run through me. We've been flirting heavily all night but until this moment he hasn't made a move towards me. "Hey Clara." "Yes, Hugo?" Hearing my name is indescribably funny to me and so I start cracking up. "You know why I came over tonight?" "There's a reason beyond wanting to see me?" "No, that is the reason, but there's more to it." He leaves his words lingering and I make a face signaling, sure, go on. "I so desperately wanted to kiss you all those years ago, when we had that moment, before your brother kind of told me to fuck off --" "I'm so sorry about that," I blurt out before he can go on. "It was a stupid thing to do, I only did it to annoy Jacob and it seems it worked too well and totally ruined your guys friendship." A little shadow of sadness comes over Hugo's face. "Oh." "No, wait, I mean -- let me start over. You know my brother and I barely got along, yes, but we were even worse before you met him, we poked at every weakness the other had, nonstop. Well, his biggest one was wrestling. He was absolutely in love with it as a kid and I teased him mercilessly about how it was fake. So when you two came home that one day and were a bit drunk and putting on a show acting out one of those dumb, exaggerated wrestling matches, I just thought it would seriously annoy him when I tapped in, but then you pushed him off and pulled me down to the floor.." I trail off, remembering that afternoon clearly. My brother and Hugo had come home from grad school for summer and were up to their same old shit -- namely being generally some shade of drunk, playing video games, or having people over in the pool. I was busy reveling in anticipation of a few quiet hours when everyone was out of the house to get some reading in, before all my time was thrown over to study as I was about to be a freshman in college, when Jacob and Hugo burst in. I was peeved, I had just settled in and was looking forward to relaxing alone. They had obviously gotten a head start before they each pulled a beer out of the fridge and decided to put on a mock wrestling match and start jumping all over the living room like morons just to aggravate me further. It worked. I decided to beat Jacob at his own game and tapped into the match. Hugo pushed my brother off and dragged me down on top of him, but things shifted quickly. We were pushing about playfully and I think Jacob immediately realized it was his not--so--little--anymore sister in the hands of his best friend, rolling around on the living room floor. He left. We didn't notice. Between the laughing and trying to pin one another something changed between Hugo and me. I began to notice the way he felt pushed up against me. I had never had the time -- or patience, if I'm being honest -- for boys in high school. None of them caught my eye, anyhow. Sure, I always had had a crush on Hugo, but my brain couldn't conjure up much in the way of sexual fantasies as I was simply too inexperienced there. I wouldn't have even known where to begin. But now, something in me had woken up to his touch. I could feel his sweat through his clothes, his smell was musky and heavy, and he wasn't entirely gentle with me, either. He twisted an arm above my head, I got genuinely aggressive and tried to fight back but he was too strong. His weight on top of me was like a challenge, and, oddly comforting. I couldn't immediately decide if I did want him off of me or not. Then I caught a look in his eyes and realized I was out of my depth, got a bit nervous, and told him I needed water. He let me up. And like that, we had ruined everything. I always suspected Jacob had been pissed at him for it, but now it was confirmed. This was the reason Hugo evaporated from my life. "You had to know that I wanted you, back then." Hugo breaks in on my remembering. "Wanted me?" I return, incredulously. "What? No! I hadn't even the faintest idea. You hardly gave me the time!" "Well, I guess I wasn't very obvious about it, I couldn't be. But, uhm, when the chance to be close to you offered itself that afternoon, I grabbed it, literally." He lightly laughs. "It was a little opportunistic, I admit, but I was also a little drunk, and feeling bold since you initiated it," he offers a weak grin. "For years after, whenever I heard news about you, I always thought of that day -- when I had you wrapped up in my arms, pressed tight to me. It's all I could think about when I saw your message. I thought you knew that, and had finally been single or something, when you messaged me. And so I came over, because I want the chance to make up for lost time." I don't answer with anything but a slight shift to face him and put my hand on the side of his neck. Slowly those lush lips find mine and in an instant he pulls my waist towards him. His kiss is unreal, deep and sensual, his tongue finding mine instinctually. I feel a flush, hotness spread through my body. I'm lost in the caresses and don't want to stop but he gently pulls away. "Any reason we can't continue?" "No, I just want to look at you to make sure you're really the girl I'm kissing." "Woman." "What's that?" "Woman, the woman you're kissing. I'm not the girl you knew all those years back. In fact, I just turned thirty. I'm a woman, and you're not a boy." I start giggling again -- because, pot brownie -- at my own ridiculousness so that he just looks at me with those kind, smiling eyes, not getting the joke. "Ohhhhhh, sorry," I sigh out. "I am so happy you're not a boy though. You're what, 34 now?" "35." "That's a good number, I like that number." "And why's that?" "Because, Hugo, boys -- boys are shit. And you're no longer a boy yourself, like I last remember you." "No I'm not." And with that he grabs me again and begins trying to figure out how to maneuver my dress off. "So, if you wanted this to go further, why are you wearing the Chinese finger trap equivalent of a dress?" "Side snaps." I point at my waist and he begins unsnapping my dress and then lifting it over my head. "One question, though, before we go on," I interrupt, "If you're not a boy, do you know what to do with a woman?" "That all depends, what does this woman expect from me?" "Only the opposite of all I've experienced. I want to orgasm, and I want you to be the one to make me." "Wait," he freezes, "are you telling me you've never cum with a guy before?" "Not in so long it's quite embarrassing for your entire gender. It's not difficult to make me cum, I'm so turned on right now I could do it just by rolling around with you," I grin, remembering our first innocent-ish romp, "but somehow, boys always manage to screw it up!" "Don't forget, I'm not a boy. But I am curious, tell me when the last time a man --" "Boy." "Boy... made you cum." "I was nineteen and it was Ryan, my first boyfriend. I came every single time we had sex without fail, and no man --" "Boy." "Boy! since, has ever been able to take the credit for my orgasm. He and I just fit together. Talk about double virgin's luck. He definitely didn't know what he was dong, and neither did I, and that magic has not repeated itself since. I can count on one hand -- three fingers in fact! -- how many orgasms I've had with other boys, and it was mainly due to the fact I was so horny they needn't have really been there to achieve it." "That is one hell of a tragedy. It's a good thing I'm here." "Do tell!" "Well, for one, we're going to fuck like virgins." "Wait, that sounds opposite of what I'm getting at. And how do -- or rather, can -- virgins fuck? That seems like an oxymoron." "By prolonging their pleasure. They know the art of delayed gratification." "And what does that entail?" "Dry humping for hours, for starters." "Dry humping! You're not serious." "Not at all," he laughs, "but we are going to slow things down. That's where boys fail, they don't know how to get a woman excited beyond the initial spike of expectation." "Truer words have never been spoken." And with this Hugo begins gliding his fingertips lightly up and down my inner thighs, lips teasing mine once more, sending rolling shivers directly to my core. I'm excited, but also hesitant. What if this man, the man responsible for my first feelings of sexual desire, can't live up? Talk about orgasm slaying panic. It's a mental game for us, unfortunately, not just physical. We need to be distracted from our powerful, gymnastic minds. "Tell me, I want to know exactly what the best sex of your life felt like." "It felt like nothing at all." "Now how is that possible?" He moves his hands to my back and begins caressing and kissing around my shoulders and clavicle, pulling my hair back firmly to tilt my head and give him more open access to the curve of my neck. "Well, when the sex sucks you can feel every single push inside you, it's so mechanical you feel every movement and are acutely aware of every feeling -- not in a good way. With explosive sex I can't describe it. I guess it doesn't feel like nothing, it feels like everything. It feels like pure pleasure. It's happened to me exactly once and I feel slighted." "Mmhmm," he coos into my ear. "Now tell me what brings you there, so I know all the right buttons to push." Kissing and biting my neck in one motion I feel like he already knows. My little blossom is throbbing for him to touch me there and my limbs are weak with anticipation in his firm embrace. "What particularly blows my mind is when a man knows to take the tips of his fingers and roll them around that little hot spot of nerves that is my backdoor." I laugh at my euphemism. Yep, still stoned. "That he knows his cock alone isn't what gets a woman where she wants to go and doesn't ego trip over it." I grab for his belt buckle and undo his jeans. "This right here, this is where I love to rock against to bring me closer to climax." I pull the band of his briefs away to discover a delightfully trimmed package and drag my fingers across the area just above the base of his hardness. "Why, you're a little panther, I wouldn't have guessed you liked ass play." "You haven't known me since I was a virginal college bound freshman, what could you have based any of this on?" "Touché. Perhaps I meant to say I haven't known a single woman yet who has led with telling me she wants me to explore that area as the first thing that turns her on." He gives a breathy laugh. "Well, I just know the first time a guy did it to me it was like the floodgates opened and I couldn't even think it felt so amazing. I had to ask him later what he did. I did cum with him once, I suppose for that little trick he deserves credit. I'm not telling you to invade, I'm inviting you to explore and gently roam." By now I'm sitting astride Hugo's lap, my panties soaked, and he's rubbing me through them, pushing in just slightly enough to make me push back onto his fingers, though the fabric prevents what I really want. He's studying my face with curious intent as I let out little moans to this tease. "Remember what I said, delayed gratification." He pulls my face down onto his and lets out a barely audible groan. His cock is so hard and so wonderfully thick I reach down to grab it when he pulls my hands away and holds them twisted up behind my back, pushing my breasts right up to his lips. Lightly biting, licking, and sucking my nipples, the more I move and gyrate the tighter his grip on my wrists hold me still. "Hugo, this is torture." I whine and writhe. "Mmmmm," he moans. "I do admit to it," he says before he crushes his lips against mine and releases me to begin grinding against him. Guess we are going to dry hump after all. Soon though, he flips me on my back and takes his jeans off as I practically tear his shirt off. "Slowly," he hums in my ear, pulling my panties off and then shifting himself atop me. I can feel the full girth of him pressed up against me now and horny doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. I'm a woman possessed, he practically has to restrain me, again. "Tell me the one thing you've always wanted from a man but he's never given you sexually." "I would really love to know what an anal orgasm feels like." "Damn baby, you do not play around." He pulls me to him and the head of his dick brushes up against my slit, I'm dying to know what he feels like inside me. "Well, I've done anal a few times, kind of liked it, I'm ready for more. I've not found anyone I've been fully comfortable with enough yet though to get there. Boys and their own pleasure first and all." "If you're not comfortable, I'm not. That said, let's try to get you what you want, at your own pace." With that Hugo pulls me back astride his lap and rests his hard-on behind my butt cheeks, pushing it aside to caress my little backdoor rose bud while he pulls my hips back and forth to encourage me to start grinding on him. "I'm not going inside you until you're near blind with aching need." And he means it. I'm begging for him to slip deep within me in no time, we're already lightly glistening with sweat from all this extra curricular activity and he hasn't even so much as let me stroke him yet. Every time I reach for him he holds me back, it's driving me absolutely mad. I just want to touch him, everywhere, to do to him what he's doing to me, building up anticipation to a boiling point. "Please, Hugo, I need you, so bad I can't even tell you," I say in ragged breath as he keeps pulling my hips down hard onto his pelvis, pushing me near to cumming without us even actually having sex. I lift my hips and he playfully yet sternly pushes them back down again. I then bite his lower lip to throw off his game and manage to lift my hips up until I'm hovering just above his thick erection. Our eyes lock and I slowly lower down onto him all the way to the hilt. His hands grip me so tight I feel a tremor surge through me as he lets out a suppressed groan. I want to ride him hard, but he tempers my movements and it's such delightful agony. It feels like nothing and everything. "Baby, holy shit." "Yes," is all I can manage. My whole body is sparking, all I can feel is the intense pleasure pulsing through my nerves like a drug. Our breathing is heavy and in sync, we roll against one another in a perfect motion like I've never experienced before. It isn't long before I feel that rush coming on. I bury my head into his neck and let him know. My body tenses and I feel his hands grab my hips firmly. All I remember next is that I'm nearly whimpering with relief after an orgasm rocks through me harder than I've ever felt. I can feel him twitching beneath me and know he came too. Talk about sexual tension and release. "You were quick!" He finally manages to say, smart ass grin on his face, after we ride out the swell of our orgasms. "Fucking hell, I felt like it was an eternity before you finally slid inside me." "Delayed gratification, we need to teach you to last longer." I laugh hard at this role reversal. I've never met anyone who could make me a quick draw, normally I'm the trigger that never gets pulled. "Ohhh, I guess we do. We never even made it to anal!" "Don't worry, it's early. I want to give you your first night of multiple orgasms." "Promise?" "I'm nothing if not a man of my word."

Title: War Within Part 1 by BlakeRedFox Tags: Clean, Doberman, Dragon, No-Yiff, Violence (Not In Yiff), War This story is for [](https://tomarou.sofurry.com/) Subi's Hatch day, on the 14. Posting part 1 today. part 2 tomorrow since i wont have internet this weekend. As you can guess, this is a war story but I didn't make it too detail will this chapter. Part 2 has a bit more detail so that one gonna be mark mature. Enjoy, and sorry about the cliff hanger at the end. Subi Copyrighted to Subi. Everyone else copyrighted to me. War Within He lined up his aim and he couple feel each beat of his heart; hear every breath he took as his mind gets ready to lake the lethal shot. He took one deep breath and pull the trigger. The sound of the Remington seven hundred bullet traveled throughout the city and he watch as his target fell to the ground. He pulled back the lever and watch as the empty shell jumped out and landed by his right arm. He smiled and stood up, and turned around, before someone called him on the radio. "Sergeant Subi, were are you?" Subi grabbed his com link and held it close to his mouth, "I just killed their Sargent, I will meet you and the rest of the squad at the rendezvous point." "Yes sergeant Subi. And sir?" "What is it private?" "Why are we doing this again?" "This isn't the time and place to talk about that, I will tell you at the rendezvous point." "Understood, Delta out." With that, Subi quickly worked his way off the roof and flew close to the ground, making sure he stayed out of view of any snipers. Subi is a dirty white dragon with lots of small but sharp purple lines cutting across his body. He was about five feet, four inches, with long black hair, that he tied in a poly tail with a red bow holding it together. He flew quickly and stealthy, making sure he stayed in the shadows. He could see the rendezvous point and he stop flying and landed softly in the shadows and walked to the hideout, the now abandon warehouse. Subi silently walked inside the warehouse but notice the lights were off. "Guess they aren't here yet." Subi turn on the lights and turned around, but as he turned around, he was smack across the head before falling to the ground unconscious. \~Delta\~ "Where is he? He wasn't that far from here, he should be here by now." "Relax, it Sargent Subi we are talking about. If he got into trouble, he can get out of it fast." "What makes you so sure Felix?" "Because I been in his group for years, he can defend himself." "Just because he been in the military for years?" "First he a dragon, and second, he the youngest sergeant major we ever had. He proved himself thousands of times. He can't fail, and won't fail." "So, what if something happened to him Felix?" "Fine, we will contract him on the radio. Those that makes you feel better Stephan." "Yes, now called him." Felix grabbed his com link and called for Subi. "Sergeant major, where are you?" There was no response, just dead silence. Felix tried again and waited for a minute but still got no response. Stephan walked up to Felix, "Well?" "There no response." "Get a hold of his coordinates, we are going after him." "Right away." \~Subi\~ Subi stirred and slowly lifted his head. He opened his eyes but he vision was blurry. He could feel himself be bound at the feet and arms, to the roof and the floor. He tail was bound to his right leg, he tried to break free but the chain were to strong for him to break free of them. The sound of the chain woke up the guard, that was suppose to be watching him. The guard smiled and walked up the Subi, keeping most of himself in the shadow. "Well, well. Look who finally awake." Subi quickly moved his head up and stared at the stranger in the shadow. He growl softly while looking at the shadow straight in their eyes. "You can growl all you want, you aren't going to intimidate me." "What do you want?" Subi demanded, as he tired to break free of the chains again. "Nothing really. Just, you, and your squad to leave or else we will kill you all." "You will never be able to kill us." "That what you think, I have this whole place rig to blow, and I know your squad coming here to save you. Now with that, I'll be on my way. Bye Subi, it been 'nice' getting to meet you." The shadow left the building and as soon as he left, there was a faint beeping coming from behind Subi. Subi tried to break free of the chains but wasn't able to do so with just pure strength. He looked around to see if he can grabbed anything close by that would help him get out. He looked up and saw that the roof wasn't very tall and that he could almost reach it with his horns. Subi thought for a minute and then looked up at the chain and blew ice onto the chains to weaken them. With that, he yanked on the chain and broke them off easily. He smiled and then blew ice on the chains that held his feet. Being an ice dragon, the cold temperature around his feet didn't bother him at all. Once the chain was frozen, he opened his wings and flew up into the roof. The chain broke with a loud shatter and he smiled as he felt his tail being free of their resistance. He could hear the beeping quicken, getting faster and faster with each second. Subi quickly looked around and say a M16 in a weapon cage, that was lock. Subi used his ice breath again and quickly broke the cage and grabbed the gun along with an ammo clip. Within seconds, he flew out the door and quickly made his way down the alley until heard the building blow up, and the blast wave was so powerful that he fell down to the ground from the shock. Subi groaned and slowly stood, as he strained his ankle from landing wrong. He had to make sure not to put any weight on his right leg since he strained his ankle. He was about to take off when he saw officer running towards him. Subi quickly looked up and blew out shadows, to keep the whole place hidden. He quickly and silently moved to the wall and watch as the officer enter the shadows. He counted five of them and he carefully time for the officer to get closer to him without them knowing. He put up his M 16 and then waited until they were about fifth-teen feet away and then he shot one in the hand, which made them all pull the trigger, not aiming at all. Subi laid on the ground the second he shot the gun and watch at the killed themselves. He say one guy still alive and was still shooting randomly. Subi used his ice breath to freeze him down within seconds and then Subi got up, and limped his way up to the ice solider. He gentle poke him and watch him fall down to the ground. He open his wings and flew off again, trying to hurry to the warehouse, where he hope his squad was. He stayed high in the air, looking for Felix, an arctic fox, and Stephan, a doberman, on the roof tops. He keep looking around for them, but was interrupted when he was shot on his left wing, and then shot again, causing Subi to fall down to the ground. He groaned as he landed hard on top of the roof before he end up rolling off and landing on the floor. He struggled to get back up and his vision was even more blurry than when he woke up. He slowly crawled his way to the wall and slowly stood up, using his tail to lean on, for support since his right leg was strained. Once he was finally up, he opened his wings and tried to take off but the two holes in his right wing was causing him too much pain to fly. Slowly put his right leg against the ground, and although it did hurt him, it was far less then the pain from his wing. He tried walking, and he limped slightly but he was still able to move around. He looked up at the sky before he started his slow journey to the warehouse. He walked his way through the alley, keeping the M 16 he had in his arms. He looked around carefully, making sure he didn't find himself walking into a gun barrel. Everything seem fine until he heard guards running only about forty meters behind him. Without thinking, he ran while grinding his teeth, so he wouldn't think about the pain from his leg. However, he wasn't fast enough and the guards caught up to him. They pinned him against the wall, and Subi had no choose but to surrender. He dropped the M 16 and put his hands up in the air. Subi closed his eyes, knowing the end was near. He could feel that same feeling he got when he was sniping. He breathing quicken as well as his heat beat. He could feel his sweat slowly climbing down his head, and he could feel the unbearable pain coming from his wing and right leg. Seconds later, the sound of ten guns firing echoed throughout the city followed by a loud thud.

Title: Spontaneous Masculine Hyperfication by danath Tags: Ball Growth, Cock Growth, Coyote, Cum, Cum Inflation, Fox, Frottage, Gay, Growth, Hyper, Hyperphallic, Knot, Lynx, Male, Orgasm Denial, Public, Stretching Spontaneous Masculine Hyperfication By Danath [www.danath.com](http://www.danath.com/) Frankie James, Alex Dominguez, and Ralph Reynolds are © Zia McCorgi ([http://www.furaffinity.net/user/Nuwisha55](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/Nuwisha55)). Used with permission. \* \* \* The squad car pulled up in front of the non-descript apartment building with its lights off. The complaint was not urgent, but the two detectives inside were assigned to take down the information and investigate. It was late afternoon and the sun cast long shadows from the trees in the front yard of the building. Inside the car, Detective Frankie James argued with his partner, Detective Alex Dominguez. Frankie, a handsome, young coyote with a lush mixture of brown, gray, and red fur, gesticulated wildly at his partner, Alex, an older, stocky lynx. "I don't understand why I have to take this complaint as well," he said. "I took the last three calls while you napped in the car!" "Hey, I'm backup, rookie," Alex said. He turned the car off, but left the keys in the ignition. "Besides, you gotta learn how to deal with the public." "Deal with the public my ass," the coyote said, crossing his arms over his suit coat. "Fine, whatever. You owe me." The lynx settled back in the driver's seat and waved a gray paw at him lazily, shooing him away. Frankie growled and opened the door, stepped onto the boulevard, and slammed it shut. The lynx's ears didn't even twitch. Frankie stalked towards the apartment building, tail bushing out behind him with anger. "God damn felines," he muttered, scanning the names on the buzz-box outside the security door. Finding the name "Ralph R. Reynolds" on the list, he jabbed the button next to it and waited, tapping his black shoe on the cement step impatiently. The intercom hummed. "Who... who is it?" "Detective James, sir, here about the complaint call." "Oh... yeah, come on up. Take the elevator to the fourth floor and turn left." The door clicked ajar and Frankie pulled it open. He followed the directions and stood in front of the plain wooden door, waiting for the occupant to open it. "Just a minute!" he heard Ralph call out. "Be right there!" Several loud thumps and muffled curses later, the door swung open. Frankie's narrow muzzle opened in shock as he stared at the tall red fox in the doorway. "What... the... fuck..." Ralph followed the coyote's gaze down to his hips, where a huge, magnificent, flaccid black-skinned cock hung from his hips. More than a foot thick, it draped over his equally huge nuts, which dragged on the floor between his legs. The head of the shaft lay on the wood floor in front of the white-furred balls. The tip lay flat and the slit gasped open, emitting a sluggish drool of thick, clear pre-cum. "Yeah, this is what I called you guys about," the fox said, waving at his endowments. "Fucking chemical companies or something, right?" Detective James stared at the stupendous shaft and enormous sac, hardly able to believe what he was seeing. The fox stood nonchalantly, hands cross over his chest, as the thick, clear pre-cum drooled out into the hallway, running over Frankie's shiny black shoes. "Want to come in? Take a statement or whatever?" Dazed, Frankie looked up at the fox's face and nodded. "Uh... yeah... sure." Spontaneous masculine hyperfication was a thing, of course. It started a few years ago. Maybe once a year, some poor bastard woke up with a cock as big as his whole body. Nobody knew the cause, though certain sugar substitutes and food additives were thought by the conspiracy theorists to trigger the growth. Scientists were baffled by the disease, which left people otherwise unchanged. Its victims often went on to lead very comfortable lives, making money through various videos and web camera sites. One started his own religion, claiming to be True Alpha. He was widely seen as a fraud, but he had millions of dollars and thousands of followers. Prostitution was also a big deal for SPHers. There were a surprisingly large number of people who would pay SPH-afflicted males to simply lie back and let them hump their dick. Frankie didn't get the appeal, himself, but it took all kinds, right? Authorities looked the other way, figuring it was going to happen regardless, and besides, who wanted to deal with the hassle of getting one of those guys into a courtroom or a prison? Also, what else was someone with a five-foot-long cock going to do for money? Frankie followed Ralph inside. The fox moved with some difficulty, grasping his cock with both arms and lifting, then putting one foot forward and, by dragging his cock behind him, could slowly walk. He flopped into a couch in the living room of the small one-bedroom apartment and dropped his cock, which slapped against his massive sac with a loud thump. "Yeah, so... how do I register a complaint about this?" he asked. "Uh... well... let me get your full name first," Frankie said, still staring as he pulled out a notebook and pencil. "Ralph R. Reynolds. R-E-Y-N-O-L-D-S. Fox, age 35." "And this address?" Frankie asked automatically. "1444 Jupiter Lane, Apartment 422." "And the source of your complaint?" "What do you think?" The fox's shaft lurched upwards before slapping back down on his balls and the floor. A bit of pre-cum splattered out over the wood and Frankie's nose twitched. The scent of maleness was heavy in the room and he found it hard to breath deep. "Yeah, okay... so you just woke up this morning and...?" "And I had a five-foot-long dick. Duh." The shaft thickened noticeably and lifted again. It descended slower this time, landing with less of a thud and more of a squish as the thick veins pulsed against the black skin. "Fuck me, I've jacked off eighteen times since this morning and I'm still getting hard all over," the fox said crossly. "Let's make this quick, huh?" Frankie's lips moved, but he didn't ask a question as the huge length suddenly lifted, swelling and throbbing, and curled over in mid-air, hanging out from the fox's hips, too heavy and not yet hard enough to stand up straight. The tip pulsed and a few loads of pre-cum dribbled out of the tip in thick globs. The smell of male grew even stronger and Frankie felt as though he were swallowing that pre, just from the scent alone. The fox shivered and closed his eyes. "I gotta admit, it feels great, but how the hell am I supposed to get around now?" he said. "I mean, am I allowed to drive with this thing? Can I fly in an airplane? Am I going to get arrested for indecent exposure every time I go out in public?" The fox continued his complaints and questions as the slack-jawed coyote stood there, staring, muzzle open. It wasn't until his pencil dropped from his slack fingers that the fox noticed he wasn't listening. "Hey! You going to write any of this down?" By this point, his cock had lifted higher. The huge base forced his thighs apart and only started to bend about halfway up. The tip bobbed in the air, drizzling more and more pre-cum. Frankie licked his lips, nostrils flaring, tail tucked between his legs. His black slacks tented out as he felt the biggest erection of his life grow in, hard and strong, and soon a wet spot formed. "Shit, I was afraid of this," Ralph said, sighing. "I read about this on the internet. Supposed to be something to do with the pheromones, but it wears off after a while. First couple days it's pretty strong, though." Frankie nodded, nearly drooling as he stared at the black length, running his eyes from the thick tip, over the ridges of the crown, down the mighty, pulsing urethra, to the root, where it disappeared into a massive, stretched, white-furred sheath and stupendously big balls. The coyote stepped forward, almost stumbling, and dropped the notebook on the floor next to the pencil. "Hey! What are you... ha... ahhhh!" Frankie dropped to his knees in front of the monstrous shaft, eyes wide and unseeing as he wrapped both arms around the huge head and buried his muzzle into the cum slit. Thick pre-cum welled up around his face as he squeezed the massive thing and Ralph kicked his legs to the sides as pleasure coursed down his telephone pole. "Oh... ohhh, damn... not... not there," he managed to gasp out. The coyote didn't listen as he pressed his face into the slit, getting pre-cum up his nose, in his mouth, over his head and down the back of his neck. It ran through his thick neck fur and under his suit coat and button-up shirt as he made out with the fox's huge shaft. He chugged greedily, feeling the warm, slick substance slither down his gullet and into his belly. The shaft didn't respond gently. It surged forward, stiffening rapidly. Frankie's knees and thighs pushed into the huge white sac as it swelled. Desire swamped Ralph, who managed a few weak moans as his erection grew to its full, ridiculous length, towering from his hips, nearly five feet long from root to tip. Frankie, no longer able to get his muzzle to the head, stood up and leaned against it, wrapping his arms around it. He buried his face in the shiny, smooth, warm black flesh and humped his hips, groaning with need and lust. Pre-cum gushed from the tip, rolling down the length and over his head and body, soaking him down in minutes. Frankie reached down, grasped Ralph's sheath by the edge, and pulled on it, stretching the sensitive flesh upwards. Ralph grunted and pushed at his shaft at the base, shuddering as Frankie explored. The coyote licked his way up and down the shaft as he tugged on the sheath and kneaded the balls with his legs. Ralph moaned even louder and shifted his hips, trying to hump but unable to due to the weight of his monstrous erection. The fox whined when Frankie pulled his shaft down, hauling it until it stood straight out from his hips, squeezing his balls down into the floor even further. The coyote leaned over the tip, holding it against his chest and belly as he struggled with his pants and coat. He flung his sopping clothes away, kicking off his shoes and tearing at his underwear in his efforts. His erection, pink and hard, throbbed at its 8-inch length, pitiful in comparison to the fox's endowments. The coyote grasped the head of the fox's shaft and humped forward, driving his length into the slit. Ralph's muzzle dropped and a huge blast of pre-cum pumped straight from his oversized nuts, soaking the coyote from the hips down. The scents and pheromones only increased, driving Frankie into a deeper state of lust. He humped his hips rapidly, crooning aloud, neck tipped back, as he pounded away at Ralph's slit. The mega-shaft twitched and bucked in the coyote's paws, throbbing and spurting angrily. Frankie pulled back and knelt in front of Ralph's length, letting the seed spill over his chest. The head of the thing was larger than his face and he pressed forward, kissing and licking around the shiny, smooth flesh, drinking almost a gallon of clear seed before he was satisfied. Ralph whined again, hips shivering, as the coyote ground his long, narrow muzzle forward, slurping up yet more juice. Stretching his paws out, Ralph managed to catch ahold of the coyote's chest fur. He pulled him forward, which caused his shaft to rise back up into the air. Stumbling, Frankie fell against it, knees pushing deep into the fox's nuts, causing another burst of pre-cum that showered down around them. The coyote leaned against the massive dong, arms stretched around it, hard cock rubbing at the base. The coyote felt funny. His head spun and his breath came up short as he panted with need and desire. His balls ached, but his cock just wouldn't shoot, despite feeling as though any movement at all could trigger a climax. The climax never came, however, despite how the canine humped and rubbed himself against the huge member. Instead, his 8-inch pecker began to throb, pulsing and growing, lengthening slowly. Neither noticed. Both were too busy stroking and massaging the massive cock stretching between them. Frankie's tail wagged furiously, sending sprays of pre-cum across the room as it ran over his head and down his back. Ralph moaned even louder as the clear pre-cum turned white. His first orgasm drenched the both of them in sticky, hot fox cum, almost six gallons worth in a matter of seconds. The spray hit the ceiling at one point, leaving sticky drops to rain down around them. But Frankie couldn't cum, despite his best efforts. His balls ached and, swollen with seed, grew just as quickly as his erection, which was now over ten inches. It thickened as it grew, until it couldn't fit fully into his paw anymore. The coyote growled and hauled the shaft back down, until the head was at his hips again. Ralph felt the cock this time, more so than the first, and let out a wavering cry as Frankie fucked his urethra, driving his cock in and out of his sensitive slit. The white seed flowed out unabated, drenching the coyote anew as his hips surged forward. "Oooh... ohhhhhh!" he cried out, nearly howling with lust. His paws clenched at the thick black skin, squeezing and stroking, and he leaned over, hips humping rapidly, claws digging into the wood, arms wrapped around the width. His hands couldn't touch on the other side, the shaft was so thick, and he nearly slipped off several times. His cock kept growing, until it was stretching Ralph's slit, not just slipping in and out. The fox whined loudly, lips pulled back in a snarl of pleasure. He shuddered and wriggled, arms clutching his base as the coyote molested his tip. The coyote was thrown backwards onto his rump when the fox suddenly surged upwards out of the couch. His cock slapped back against his chest, then down onto Frankie's head, dazing him more than he was from the scents alone. A wild look came into Ralph's eyes as he stared down at the canine. Dropping to his knees, which spread around his massive, beanbag-sized sac, he grabbed the other male's ankles and pushed them away, sliding the wet dog easily across the floor and into the wall. He pushed forward, pumping his hips until his tip slid between Frankie's thighs. The coyote opened his legs, arms going spread-eagle against the wall as the huge tip lifted him up into the air. His back scraped over the paint as his legs dangled to either side of the tip. Thick gouts of cum sprayed under his tail as Ralph took hold of his ankles once more and, with a low moan, pulled him down. The coyote's hips were not much bigger than the circumference of the fox's mega-sized shaft. It was folly to try what he was doing, but the fox wasn't in the mood to listen to reason. Neither was Frankie, who spread his legs and tipped his head back, moaning as the huge mass of flesh pushed against his ass. He reached down, squeezing the massive tip, trying to force it in. His entire bottom dimpled as the stiffness pumped against his body. Both males screamed with lust when the huge tip sunk in with a wet "sploosh". The coyote's belly bulged as another several feet ground in easily, stretching his stomach and chest like a balloon. The fox closed his eyes, hands still holding the canine's ankles, and hauled him down harder, forcing another half foot into him. His urethra bulged with seed and the veins on his massive tool pushed out against the skin. Pre-cum and cum in equal measures pumped into Frankie's belly, which quickly bloated outwards, hanging around his growing cock, now almost thirteen inches long and thick as his bicep. The coyote rubbed his paws over his chest, gurgling and moaning. His body clenched around the shaft inside him, even as the fox struggled to fit the last foot and half into the warm, stretchy body hanging in mid-air off the end. "I... I... I'm cummingggggg!" Frankie's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the first gush explode within him, just as Ralph managed to hilt the poor 'yote. By the second pulse, his muzzle opened and thick white seed gushed out over his lips. His flaring nostrils drizzled cum as his belly and chest bloated to incredible sizes. His cock finally came, erupting with not just his own seed, but that of the fox, in an attempt to cut down on the swelling. His balls draped over the black length, spreading as they filled, stretching and bloating as quickly as his belly. The last thing Frankie could remember was looking down at his body, stretched and contoured around the massive ridges of the cock inside him, no trace of its former shape present, and the fox at the end of that hugeness, yapping and moaning with pleasure, as his stomach kept growing, and growing, and growing... \* \* \* When he woke up, Frankie was lying in a bath tub. His fur stank of cum and jizz. The shower was running, washing away the worst of the seed. He blinked slowly, watching as white seed ran down the drain. "Oh, hey, you're awake," a familiar voice said. Frankie's head lolled to the side and he stared at Ralph. The fox's cock was just poking out of its sheath, hanging from his lower belly like a giant sack. The fox had to lean backwards so as not to be pulled into a face-plant by the weight of the thing. Fortunately, his balls, dragging on the ground as they did, operated as a sort of counterweight. The fox had the tip of his cock in his paws, aimed at the toilet. He shook it a few times and stuffed it back into its sheath, then reached over and flushed. "Sorry about all that," the fox said, turning towards the tub and the dazed detective. "You've been out for a couple hours. I washed your clothes though." They looked at each other awkwardly as Frankie felt his belly. It felt saggy and loose. "Look, could you not... uh... put this in your report?" the fox said. "I looked online and it only happens in the first couple days after the change. So nobody else is gonna go nuts like you did as long as I stay here alone." Frankie nodded his head, still staring blankly at the fox's enormous sheath. His cock twitched and he looked down at it. It was nearly twice its original size. His sheath felt stretched and taut as it snugged itself close around the pink flesh. His balls were about three time as big as before, roughly the size of softballs. He poked at them unbelievingly. "Look, I hate to rush you along, but seriously... I need you to leave," Ralph said, embarrassment in his voice. "I'm not really gay and that was... well, it was super gay." Frankie nodded. "Just... uh... let me clean up and I'll be out of here, okay?" The fox nodded and turned, dragging his huge nuts behind him as he went. They got stuck in the doorway, too wide to fit through easily. Ralph cursed and squeezed on them. Eventually he stepped back over them, into the bathroom, and leaned down, using his arms to roll them through. The door closed and Frankie stood slowly. His skin felt loose on his bones, but the hot water of the shower was nice. He stood in the spray until all the remnants of cum were gone. He turned the shower off and toweled himself dry. His sheath throbbed, almost aching, but fortunately he didn't get hard. The coyote pondered his situation. Could he report this? What would happen? It wasn't really his fault, was it? The canine shivered as he remembered the feeling of the massive shaft inside him, stretching him, filling him absolutely. A few inches of pink dong pushed free and he shook his head rapidly, clearing the thoughts away. "Focus, Detective," he said to himself. He found his clothes in the hallway, neatly piled, and dressed himself, though his boxers had several large holes in them where he'd torn them in his effort to get them off earlier. They were also much too tight, but at least they restricted his new sheath and nuts somewhat, so that he wasn't just a walking cock-bulge. He went into the living room, where Frankie sat sullenly on the couch, TV remote in hand, a beer in the other. His huge sheath draped over the couch cushions, resting on the pile his unnaturally large sac created. "All right... well... if you have any problems, you can call the station. Otherwise, I'd recommend getting in touch with Social Services," he said, awkwardly trying to sound professional. "They'll be able to help you with... your... uh... disability." Ralph rolled his eyes and waved the coyote away, much as Alex had done to Frankie earlier in the car. The coyote nodded and left, closing the door behind him, though the smell of male cum lingered in the air. The shell-shocked canine wandered downstairs and out the door, back to the squad car. Alex was still asleep in the driver's seat and started awake when Frankie opened the door and got inside. "Oh, hey, rookie," he said, stretching his arms awkwardly over his head in the cramped confines of the squad car. "Took you long enough. Geez, our shift ended an hour ago!" The lynx growled under his breath and started the car. The 'yote didn't say anything as they began to drive. "So, how'd it go? What was the complaint about?" "Huh? Oh... nothing... it was... nothing." "So why'd it take so long?" "Took... so long... because, uh... we watched a game on the TV," Frankie said, trying to come up with something plausible. "Well, shit! Why didn't you come and get me?" Alex asked. "I wouldn't have minded. Kind of inconsiderate, you know?" Frankie nodded. His thoughts weren't focused at the moment. Something nagged at him. He couldn't quite figure out what it was until the sound of a tearing seam echoed through the car. Frankie looked down in horror as he realized his cock had torn through his boxers. "What was that?" Alex asked, eyes on the road. "Oh... my shirt was caught in the door. Just ripped it out accidentally," Frankie said, trying not to let his voice quaver as familiar feelings began to run up his spine. His cock pushed down one of his pant legs, thickening up as it brushed over his smooth, short fur. Something else nagged at Frankie's memories and he turned to face Alex. "Hey... don't I remember you telling me once about that weird case you had, where the guy's dick grew real fast or something?" "Oh, yeah! Man, that was ten years ago. I was just a rookie like you," the lynx said. His face lit up as he launched into an obviously familiar, oft-told story. "See, this guy, a Dalmatian, woke up with a cock that had to be five feet long. This was one of the first cases of whatever they're calling it now, spontaneous masculine tropophilia or something. I dunno. Anyways, I show up with my partner, this big stallion who liked busting heads more than anything. We go up to the guy's place and find him with this massive cock, right? Only he's gone crazy with lust or something, and making something called fear-moans." The lynx took a right, driving them back towards the station house. "Okay, so these things are like perfume or some shit, and they can really mess up your mind. I realized something was going on and got the hell out, but I couldn't get Jack to move an inch. He just stood there and stared at the Dalmatian, right? And the Dalmatian, he's staring right back at him. And I was starting to feel funny too, so I booked it and called for backup." The lynx continued his story, unaware of Frankie's heavy breathing and obvious discomfort. "So they send in a bunch of females. I guess it doesn't affect them or something. Which is funny, since it kind of proves the 'size doesn't matter' thing true, right? Ha! So anyways, I don't get to see Jack for a few days, and it turns out he and the Dalmatian just wrecked each other. Couldn't help themselves. And Jack ended up with a schlong just as big as the dog's. He really ended up hung like a horse!" Alex laughed at his own jokes as he took another turn. He glanced over at Frankie, expecting the coyote to be laughing as well. Instead, he saw a massive bulge slowly tearing itself out of the canine's pants and a look of utter bliss on Frankie's slim muzzle. "Aw, shit, Frankie... what the-" The coyote let out a howl as his cock jerked without warning, pulling up into the air. It slapped into the windshield before flopping backwards into Frankie's chest. The head rolled over and blasted several thick globs of cum right into Alex's cheek. The lynx swore as the huge shaft continued to grow, rapidly filling the passenger and driver's side of the car. The lynx braked hard, screeching to a halt, as more thick cum poured out of the coyote's immense and growing erection. "Oh, shit, Frankie... oh... oh... sheeeeeet..." The feline's words trailed off as his nostrils filled with an incredible masculine scent. His eyes popped open as he tasted pre-cum on his lips. The huge shaft twitched, pinned partly under the dashboard. Frankie whined and kicked his legs as his huge nuts grew, overflowing the area between the seat, floor, and underside of the dashboard. More pre-cum pumped out of the tip, splattering across the steering wheel, windshield, and radio in the cruiser. Thick rivulets of pre-cum ran down into the vents, flooding the systems. The engine sputtered and died as seed dripped from the windows. Alex moaned as the pheromones got into his body, and he reached out, wrapping his arms around the coyotes cock, pulling the tip down towards him. Pleasure washed through the coyote's body as he felt a muzzle stuff into his cock slit, slurping up the cum pulsing out. He kicked his legs, groaning as his balls continued to fill up the front of the car. The vehicle rocked side to side on the edge of the road as the two males inside were drawn deeper into their lust-filled states. The dashboard soon crumpled under the weight of Frankie's cock. His expanding balls bloated, cracking plastic, stretching wires, destroying the dashboard. The seat snapped and he fell backwards into the back seat while his cock stretched from between his legs, straight to his partner's muzzle. Alex's head was soaked by now. Cum ran down his suit, flooding the floor of the squad car. Wires shorted and miniature flashes filled the car with brief points of light as the fuses blew out. The radio crackled and died as the lynx humped at the massive organ filling the car. Frankie lay across the back seat, balls still growing, pushing against the window. His massive cock reached from one end of the car to the other, curling partly around the driver's side seat. Alex ripped off his clothing between suckling the mega-shaft. He opened his mouth wide, struggling to get his lips around the huge tip, which was nearly twice the size of his own head. As with Frankie, somehow the feline stretched his jaw wider, wider, wider. His sharp teeth tickled Frankie's flesh, but after almost five minutes of effort, Alex got his jaws around the flexing, pulsing, squirting head. His nostrils flared as the magnificent erection impaled his throat, growing straight down his gullet, stretching his neck and deforming it. The cat struggled, gurgling, swallowing, clothes ripping off, leaving him naked. His cock throbbed as he used one hand to rub himself and the other on Frankie. The over-endowed coyote had never felt anything as tight and warm as Alex's throat. He humped forward, desperate to feel more, and shoved nearly half of his length down the lynx's muzzle. The cat looked like a squirming, living condom as his belly inflated slowly with pre-cum. The side back window exploded as Frankie's nuts grew too large. The doors creaked and the tires popped, one by one, making the car rock. The coyote's cock bent in half, bending the roof as another foot stuffed itself down Alex's throat. The feline's eyes watered as he swallowed, unable to stop. His belly grew larger and larger by the moment, until the driver's side door bent outwards, twisting like aluminum can. Neither male noticed the growing crowd outside the car, or the screams as the frame twisted and bent, cracking open to reveal more and more gigantic male flesh. They didn't hear the sirens of their fellow officers approaching, or notice, after the car was very nearly demolished and they had fallen out onto the street, the large haz-mat tent built around them, shielding them from view. All of this went on as Frankie pumped his hips best he could, kneeling on the pavement, clutching his mega-sized nuts, with Alex's lips nearly to his sheath. The cat's body was deformed and bloated, flooded with too much thick seed. Frankie hadn't even properly cum yet, he realized, and let out a whine of pleasure as the body writhing on his shaft squeezed even tighter. For a brief moment of lucidity, Frankie was glad he hadn't been there at the beginning of the fox's transformation. Would it have been like this? The thought was washed away in a powerful flood of cum as he came, climaxing relentlessly into his partner's bloated body. The feline's eyes were barely visible, set back in his puffy face, as his arms and legs almost disappeared into rolls of flesh, taut and jiggly. Cum leaked from every orifice and his shaft pumped a single, steady, non-stop jet of fluids onto the pavement, where it rolled off into the gutters. The burst of cum was so great that, by the fourth or fifth burst, Alex popped right off the end of his cock, landing with a splat on the ground. He rolled onto his back, draining rapidly, as Frankie kept firing, massaging his maleness relentlessly. He came again, orgasm upon orgasm, spraying every square inch of the tent. Alex, moaning and gurgling on the ground in front of him, ended up below his monstrous sac. The feline's arms squeezed at the white fur of Frankie's nuts as the coyote growled, moaned, and humped his hips. He could feel the body underneath his balls and shuddered as he came even harder. There was no stopping this. It had to run its course. Frankie's mind was a blur of lust and pleasure as he rolled Alex over onto his hands and knees. The cat's arms and legs barely touched the ground because of his still-bloated belly. The cat yowled as he felt a massive length push under his tail. Frankie couldn't stop himself as he thrust in, hammering at the lynx's ass, until he broke through. He sunk in hard, deep, stretching the feline's rump just as he'd done to the cat's muzzle. Foot after foot of thick male dick slid deeply into the lynx's body, stretching him out anew. Underneath the bloated ball of gray and white fur, the lynx's cock throbbed, thickening and swelling, pumping out hot loads of jizz. His balls grew just as quickly, soon rivaling Frankie's massive sac, as they flooded with seed. Frankie grunted when he realized his knot was plugging up the cat's bottom, preventing him from going in all the way. He growled, grasped Alex's hips, and pulled on him harshly, single-minded in his desire to pound the male with every foot of his incredible cock. Alex gurgled, cum streaming from his nose and lips, hardly able to flex his arms as the coyote had his way with him. Repeated thrusts gradually opened the cat's rear... Frankie had to strain, flex every muscle, urge his shaft and knot forward. It took nearly an hour of pressure before Alex's rear finally gave out. The cat's eyes widened as the knot claimed him; his hips and belly distended around the girth of the thing like nothing more than a furry, fleshy condom. Frankie howled and came, harder than ever before. The poor lynx looked more like a Thanksgiving parade balloon with a ridiculously large red cock tacked on than a police detective. Frankie's paws gripped the mass of Alex's pelt, sliding him roughly up and down his stupendous length. He could only manage short, fast strokes - his massive knot, twice as thick as the cat's hips at their normal size, prevented too much movement. And still he came, erupting time and again in the lynx's body. Alex's throat, nose, and cock all sprayed cum out, trying to reduce the pressure, but the sheer amount of fluid building up inside was just too great, and the cat kept getting bigger and more stretchy. Frankie couldn't tell how long it lasted. The intense pleasure overwhelmed any kind of rational thought for hours and hours, it seemed like. The tent was dark, with no light making it in from outside, and a few inches of seed rolled slowly towards the gutters. His cock, however, was smaller, softer. He shuddered and moaned as he gripped at where the round ball of lynx's hips would have been, were they not so stretched, and pulled him up. His knot popped out with surprising ease, but Alex's throat opened in a mighty yowl as the rest of his massive shaft slithered free. The feline's gaping rump landed on the ground, immediately releasing a gush of coyote-cum. Frankie staggered to his feet and looked down at himself as his thick pink cock slowly pulled itself into its sheath. His balls were huge, bigger even than the fox's, and forced his knees apart. His cock was probably five and a half feet, maybe even six, at its height, while flaccid, as it was now, it was a good two, and about as thick. He shivered as he watched it pull into the white, taut sheath, and patted it. It jiggled, sending pleasurable vibrations down into his prodigious nut sack. Alex gurgled and moaned, rolling onto his back as he drained. His body gradually assumed roughly the shape he'd been before, but his sheath was fat and thick as a coffee can - and about twice as long. A long, thick, deep red cock lay across his belly, growing by the moment. Already deep in the throes of his transformation, Alex managed to get his lips to work and say something to Frankie. "If you don't start sucking my cock," he wheezed, hips jerking as his length expanded, "I'm going to do what you just did to me... twice." Frankie shuddered as a fresh batch of new pheromones hit his nose. His cock, so recently retreated, shivered and throbbed warningly, and his powerful nuts jostled, roiling and swelling. The coyote limped over to the feline, dragging his sac behind him, and reached for the bloated male's cock. Alex whined as the canine fondled it, stroking and lifting it. It was almost three feet long now and felt hard as a rock in Frankie's paws. He grinned and leaned forward, thinking of something fun he could try. Facing Alex, Frankie grasped the cat's paws and pulled him up, forcing the shivering, moaning feline to stand. They leaned together, so that Alex's shaft pushed into Frankie's belly and chest. Their massive nuts roiled and squeezed together between their legs as they leaned, both their muzzles licking and kissing over the tip of Alex's deep red stalk. The erect shaft pulsed and throbbed, spurting clear pre-cum, mashing against Frankie. Frankie massaged the deep red length as his hips thrust, driving his flaccid cock and sheath into the cat's tool. He was getting hard again and it felt incredible to have this massive, hard dick sliding and slipping against his growing meat. He gripped his sheath, tugging at the white-furred flesh, moaning as it stretched out and his huge cock pushed out by another foot or so. Soon, his cock towered in the air between his body and Alex's, a bit bigger than the lynx's as it curved against the other pole. The coyote's light pink flesh ground against the lynx's darker red shaft as their arms met, holding themselves together, hips pumping and thrusting. More clear pre-cum poured down between their erections as the frottage continued; their huge balls shifted, grinding, fighting for space between their spread legs. Frankie couldn't even see any of Alex's head or chest, just his arms coming from behind this massive, nearly 4-foot cock. It was still growing, though Frankie's was at its full, incredible height, nearly five and a half feet altogether. It felt so good he could hardly even gasp as the pheromones sent him on a dizzying journey through rampant pleasure. Their hips shoved together as their tips smeared each other with pre, veins on veins, slick skin on slick skin, balls grinding and touching below. Frankie pushed his shaft forward, holding the slit open, and shoved it right down over Alex's stiff stalk as the feline followed his lead. The cat yowled as he felt the warmth and tightness surround his length; Frankie's mouth dropped open and his balls churned anew. His urethra stretched and bulged outwards, showing every outline, every vein of Alex's shaft through the taut skin. His cock stretched, pulsing and throbbing around the lynx's oversized member as it shoved deeper down his tight urethra. Frankie managed a grin as his balls began to bloat - the force of Alex's eruptions were forcing cum back into his swollen nuts. They grew larger, heavier, forcing his legs further apart, until his toes barely touched the ground. He wobbled, essentially sitting on top of his incredibly large balls, as the link's hands squeezed his shaft, hips pounding away at the tight, slick, wet insides. Alex's lips pulled back in a lustful sneer as his eyes closed, cock surging in length to just under five feet. The lynx's bushy, short tail stood straight behind him as he pumped forward, hilting inside Frankie's stretched, tight shaft. The feline yowled as his orgasm blasted through his body, making his legs shake, his fingers tremble, and his whole body tense. Every strand of fur stood straight as he began to cum straight down Frankie's urethra. The coyote's cock jerked as an orgasm thrilled through his body, but no cum made it out, not with the force of the seed explosions Alex was pumping straight into his bloating balls. Frankie cried out, paws on the base of his swollen member as he was lifted up into the air by his own engorged testicles. They spread outwards, flattening against the pavement, growing and bloating and stretching until he was hovering almost five feet above the street, legs dangling uselessly over the sides of his own white nut sac. From outside the tent, the police officers waited, listening for the moans, squeals, and gasps to end, for the flood of jizz to stop. They'd gone through four tankers pulling the pungent goop out of the drains already so that it wouldn't get into the river. What they didn't know, however, was that the city had built its current sewer system on top of an old one. Over time, holes opened up, allowing water and other fluids to transfer from one to another. These lower sewers were flooding with cum, breaking down crumbling mortar. The old drains went directly to the local reservoir, from which the entire city drew its supply of fresh water. When Alex pulled his cock-plug from Frankie's shaft, the built-up flood of coyote and lynx cum not only re-painted the interior of the haz-mat tent, threatening to blow holes right through the plastic as the pressure-hose-like explosion continued, it sent a near tidal wave of male cum through those lower tunnels, destroying what few barricade remained to prevent it from reaching the reservoir. Their cum, unlike Ralph's from earlier when it washed down the drain, would bypass the water treatment plant. As Alex and Frankie continued their lust-filled sexual escapes, Ralph watched the news on his television, feet propped up on his massive sac, a worried expression on his face. When alerts popped up telling people not to drink the water, he started to look really guilty. But at least they'd be quicker about creating buildings that could accommodate his kind, once all the males in the city ended up with five-foot dongs. So, small victories? The End

Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, first person Text: My friend Wendy and I sat at a small large round table at a small restaurant in the mall. Wendy was having her usual health plate of sparkling water and a vegetarian sub. I was having pizza, four slices with all the toppings, a chocolate milk and a brownie for dessert. Seated around us were an assortment of mall visitors; a couple old ladies, three young boys at one table, two young mothers with their children and an older guy who was quite intrigued with the newspaper he was reading. I squirmed in my seat a bit as I took a big bite of pizza. Wendy noticed this and became concerned. "Are you okay, Helia?" she asked looking me up and down. At her vantage point all she could see were my head and shoulders and my chest. My chest was the main thing she was looking at. It was hard not to look at it. It was hard not to notice a girl with a 86 inch chest. I set down my piece of pizza and looked over at the three young boys at the table to our left. "I'm fine. It's just that one kid over there is blowing through his straw into his soda and..." I placed my right hand to my right breast and rubbed the giant thing through the yellow sweatshirt I was wearing. "...his bubble blowing is effecting me." "Oh gosh! I didn't know even the sight of someone blowing something up made your...umm...condition kick in," my blond haired friend said looking at my huge breasts. I sighed and felt my bra straps bite a little more into my back and shoulders. My nipples popped up and made prominent bumps in the sweatshirt material. A normal girl you wouldn't notice her nipples emerging but mine were fairly large, like fat ripe grapes ready for pinching. "It's not just the sight of someone blowing something up. Heck, it doesn't usually happen just with someone blowing tiny bubbles," I told my friend as I sat back in my seat as my boobs pushed over the table. They had already been resting on the top of the table like giant beachballs on display...that was why we had gotten a large round table...to accomodate my large round boobs. "Even sounds of things inflating or bubbling make my condition act up." "Should we leave?" "No. I am not going to run away everytime this thing happens to me. If this is my fate to get bigger and bigger then I will live with it...and everyone else will have to live with it too!" I said as the three boys, mainly the kid that was blowing the bubbles in his soda, stopped what they were doing and looked at me. They looked at me and at my huge breasts billowing out of my sweatshirt...and grinned. The kid with the straw leaned over his soda, lips wrapped around the drinking utensil and blew. Huge bubbles formed and popped and bubbled in his glass. I cried out as my boobs ballooned up bigger in my top. "Maybe you shouldn't run away, just get up and walk quickly away before you float away," Wendy said as she wrapped up the remains of her sandwich and my lunch. I held onto my growing boobies and got to my feet. If I got any bigger I wouldn't be able to get out of the door of the little restaurant. The three boys laughed and the other people who were taking notice now were scoffing as I got to the door and opened it. I started through and my giant boobs scraped the edges of the door frame. "Gosh, Helia. It looks like your butt is getting bigger also!" Wendy exclaimed behind me. I squeezed through the door and finally got through, making my way out into the crowded mall. The initial release from the confines of the door sent me stumbling off balance for a moment. In that moment I, with great embarrassment, literally bounced chest first off a number of surprised shoppers. My enormous breasts bounced and jiggled with each nudge against a person. When the superball/boob-bounce episode was over I regained my footing and adjusted my top. The XXXXL sweatshirt was already starting to untuck and rise over my little tummy. I pulled it down as much as I could which really emphasized how big my boobs actually were now. Not being able to do much else I just let it hang where it was. Wendy checked her watch. "Hey! It's almost time for that show at the IMAX!" Wendy wanted to go see a show at the IMAX movie theater in the mall. It was like a regular movie theater sort of except the screen was SUPER HUGE and the seats seemed to hang out in space so you got the full visual effect. I had never been to one and Wendy said it was SUPER KEWL! We got to the IMAX theater. I was happy to see double doors leading into the thing. We went in and waited in line. A lady with her daughter stood in front of us and she kept turning around and looking at me. She kept leaning into her daughters ear and whispering something as she looked at me. Thinking this rude and imagining all the nasty things she was saying about me I stepped forward and mashed my boobs against her back. "Excuse me?!" the lady said. "Don't let your baby grow up to be a Balloon Girl!" I giggled and my huge breasts bounced in my top. The line moved forward. People paid the attendant and headed through the inner doors into the main theater. "What show are we going to see anyway?" I asked my friend as we got to the attendant. His eyes widened at the side of my ultra wide front loads. "Something about airplanes and stuff. They over the Grand Canyon and you really feel like you are flying," she answered. "I don't know about the Grand Canyon but...been there, done that." I giggled again. We got our tickets and went into the main part of the theater. The place was getting guite full of people. A lot of the people lined the top three rows of the long four row theater. Wendy and I moved down to the first row below everyone else where there were decent seats. I couldn't believe how big the screen was. It must have been 60 feet tall and maybe 100 feet wide. The seats were actually kind of cramped. You sat in a cushy seat but seemingly close to the rail in front of you. I took my seat and found my boobs almost reached the rail. Oh well. "Put your headphones on for better sound," Wendy said as everyone else in the place slipped a pair of headphones on their left in a compartment in the seat arm. I plopped the headphones over my ears and sat back as the theater grew dark and the show begin. A great musical score filled my ears as the title of the show filled the screen. THE AGE OF FLIGHT. There was some narration about the history of avionics, showing crude airplanes and other inventions of the earthbound man. "AND ONE OF THE MOST PEACEFUL MEANS OF FLIGHT FOR MODERN MAN HAS BEEN FOUND TO BE..." A shot of a hot air balloon filled the screen. "...THE HOT AIR BALLOON. LET'S WATCH NOW AS THIS AT FIRST FLAT AND LIFELESS INSTRUMENT OF FLIGHT BECOMES A BEAUTIFUL HUGE ROUND INSTRUMENT OF FLIGHT." The screen suddenly showed a group of people blowing up a hot air balloon. The sound blasted through the headphones. I cried out as I felt the sudden burst of myself beginning to inflate. "No! No! No!" I cried as my sweatshirt exploded and my huge breasts burst forth inflating faster than the hot air balloon on screen was inflating. "Oops. I'll go get the usher," Wendy said as she hurriedly moved away from her ballooning girl friend. Such was the life of a Balloon Girl. Such was the life of me...Helia Melonowski.

Title: A Almost Perfect Awakening Ch. 15 Tags: lynn voice, glanced beth, lay backs, lynn hips, kiss beth, puffy areolas, body beth, lynn slid, arm length, jim beth \* \* \* WARNING \* \* \* *All the actors in this script are of legal age, but may portray maturing young adults. This is a work of adult fiction and contains descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults. If you're under the age of consent where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it is illegal to obtain adult literature where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it's entirely legal for you to read sexually explicit material, I hope you enjoy my story! FOREWORD Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer's to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a number of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I'll be submitting chapters into at least 17 different story categories. I don't believe anything like this has been tried here before. New chapter(s) will be submitted almost daily. By clicking on a blue Wm\_Sexspear, you'll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you'll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes. I can promise those readers who are familiar with my work that you'll find a ton of very erotic reading that will appeal a wide variety of tastes, even though I intentionally attempted to have at least one turn on for anyone visiting Literotica. This saga features mostly caring, even romantic sex, but it'll occasionally flirt mildly with a "fetish" so a given chapter will genuinely qualify for that category. Many of these chapters could go into many different categories. For example, in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex because a number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1's purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I'd expect a totally hetero reader to relate to and enjoy this chapter. Chapters 2\~4 features voyeurism by 2 inexperienced young males and exhibitionism by a female, but also includes experimental lesbianism between sister's. So, don't judge my book by its multitude of covers. If you enjoy sex, there should be something [actually a lot of somethings] in it for everyone. LOL Final example, Chapter 50 will be under Mind Control. Unlike many entries in this category, it fits in there because circumstances allow a female to have her every sexual whim acted out by 4 other people. Fan mail, well-intentioned questions, and constructive criticism are welcome; I do my best to respond when an e-mail address is supplied. Hate mail is now instantly deleted without being read, so why waste your time and mine - life is too short. Thank you. W\_S This story is protected by (c) copyright and may not be duplicated, reprinted, copied or placed on any Internet Website without permission of the author. All rights reserved.* \* \* \* \* \* **Chapter 15 - Slaves Must Earn Sisters Forgiveness** We toweled off before heading back into Jim's room. "OK guys, that was a good. We've voted to accept that as your first penance. For your second punishment, we want you to sit down on the floor facing us so we can see your boners." We sat as instructed, but both our erections were wilting a bit from embarrassment. "For your next assignment we want to see you come. Not hiding behind a wall like you did when you spied on us, but where we get to see you shoot your stuff." said Beth. While masturbating is normally fun, this was not going to be so easy. I'd jacked off thinking about both Beth and Lynn plenty of times, having them sitting there waiting for me to perform on cue was a whole other ballgame. Jim and I didn't look at each other; we just started pulling on our puds. Initially I tried looking at the girls, then tried closing my eyes, picturing them feasting on each other's pussy. I even tried imagining what Carly's body might look like. I was staying firm, but getting nowhere near popping my cork. After a few minutes Lynn apparently guessed my difficulty. She said, "Boys, I think maybe you need a little help" Her voice was soft, there was tenderness in it that reached directly into my brain. Lynn stood, I looked up to her face; she was staring directly into my eyes. Seductively she slipped out of her robe, letting it puddle onto the floor behind her. Standing there, towering above me, God she looked incredible! Sternly enough to remind me the girls were in total control, Lynn resolutely stated, "Remember, you're our slaves, you're being punished, you are NOT allowed to touch us!" Keeping her eyes fixed on me, Lynn said "Maybe I'll sit down there, where I can see the action a little better." Her voice sounded like a sexy purr, which managed to keep me totally off balance. Sitting only a couple feet away, Lynn bent her knees up, then slid her legs just across my shins so we each had an unobstructed view of the other's genitals. The effect upon me was immediate, and obvious. Promptly me penis inflated like a balloon on a helium tank, clear seminal fluid soon oozed from my slit. Taking Lynn's cue, Beth stood to remove her robe. She made a exaggerated turn, bent at the waist, made a production of folding and smoothing her robe, all the while giving Jimmy and me a perfect view of her butt and pussy. Beth turned back to us grinning. "Guess my brother could use a little incentive also." She proceeded to position herself in front of Jim, giving him the same unhampered view of her sweet pussy that Lynn afforded me. I'd certainly been distracted by Beth bending over, she was even more glorious than Jimmy had described to me. Her ass was so firm! Her pussy looked so soft, wet, and inviting. Seeing her breasts swaying beneath her sucked the air right out of my lungs. Divine as Beth looked, my gaze soon returned to Lynn. I now wanted to give her a good show. I wanted her to see how her body effected me. Most of all, I wanted to study the beautiful girl sitting an arm length away. To me, her body was the most perfect thing in the universe. I stared at her pussy, but my eyes kept being drawn to her breasts and the mesmerizing puffy areolas that capped them. Now thicker and longer than when she first sat down, her nipples were coming alive too. Despite having come several earlier, the short rest had been enough. Lynn's body was definitely going to make me come again. I could feel the gathering momentum, this time from far, far away. I knew I had time, there was nothing to worry about. I was going to come. I was going to come for Lynn. Showing so many curves, I couldn't imagine how Lynn could ever be any sexier. Amazingly she'd probably get even sexier looking over the next couple years. But at that moment, I knew I was staring at near perfection. Looking back towards her pussy, it seemed to me her slit was more open, she appeared wetter. I didn't know any more about female anatomy than what I'd gotten from pictures in my few Playboys or watching our cattle during the Spring. I didn't know much about what part was what, but I knew I wanted to learn everything there was to know about Lynn's pussy. A thousand times I'd talked trash with Jimmy, saying stuff like "Man I'd like to eat that." Sitting there, absorbing every detail between Lynn's legs, I finally understood what I'd been saying. Desperately, painfully, I wanted to bury my head between her legs. My tongue begged to be turned loose to explore her every nook and cranny. My lips longed to kiss those puffy, furry lips. I'd kill to feel the fine hairs adorning her crotch tickle my face. My breathing became very deep and labored. Vaguely I was aware that Jimmy sounded as if he was getting close himself. My eyes darted again to Lynn's unbelievably soft looking breasts. I made eye contact with her staring nipples. Unconsciously I was leaning forward to suck on them, I wanted to feel those nipples in my mouth. Her hands quickly rose. I stopped myself before she had to. I looked at her face. Using a stern tone Lynn whispered to me, "Follow your orders. Just come for me." Lynn leaned a little closer then added very softly, "Tell me when you're almost there, OK?" I nodded, lowering my gaze to her puffy tipped breasts. Tingles and twinges signaled me that sperm would soon be shooting out of me. Staring at her pussy, I uttered a very breathy; "I'm almost there..." Lynn, God bless that incredible girl, slid her hips a little closer to me, at the same time her hands pulled her vaginal lips apart, revealing her hole and all her intoxicating pink flesh. Seeing Lynn like that was just like pulling a trigger. I started shooting modest gobs of sperm onto her breasts and belly. One of my last spurts landed directly on what I know now was her clit. Upon seeing my semen on her body, I almost passed out. Once I was kicked square in the chest while milking a cow, it felt about the same as I came. About ready to topple over, Lynn slid beside me, then put an arm around me. My head lolled onto her shoulder. There wasn't enough air in the room somehow. She began to stroke my hair. Lynn whispered into my ear, "That was amazing, thank you." It'd been a long time since I could remember feeling as content as I did while she held me. Jim was no longer having trouble following his "orders" either; by now he was living a dream come true. His sisters had fascinated him for a long time. Here was Beth sitting naked maybe 2' away, knees up, parted wide so he could stare at her slippery looking pussy. Or his eyes could travel over her firm belly, on up to her soft swaying breasts. Beth's breathing caused her breasts to move seductively, firing up Jimmy all the more. The real torture was from being able to see the 'promised land', but like Moses, not being allowed to go there. Jim couldn't help glancing at Lynn at times, her breasts in profile were surely a sight to behold; but Beth was closer, affording a better view. So he concentrated on her body. Beth's body was awesome. Long, shapely legs, hips and a belly that seemed custom-designed to have a penis buried in it. And those breasts! He tried to put into words the way they looked, but found it difficult. They weren't pointy, they didn't sag. They were a little fuller than the so-called champagne glass breasts he'd seen in Playboy. They weren't huge, they weren't small; they were two magnificent handfuls. They were Beth; he could've stared at them for hours on ends. Jim couldn't tell which was exciting him more, Beth's chest or pussy. His eyes just kept touring her face and body, she was about to make him come yet again today. The closer to climax Jim got, the more excited Beth became. Never witnessing an ejaculation, she was becoming highly aroused as the moment neared. As much as Jim loved looking at her body, Beth loved looking at his. Beth drank in the shape and textures of Jim's penis. It wasn't quite as impressive as her father's had been, but this penis was an arm's length away. Plus it was under her total control for a while; Beth couldn't help thinking that cock looked like it'd fit wonderfully into her pussy. Shuddering visibly as she vividly pictured that penis aimed at her opening, Beth imagined it trying to worm its way into her body. Beth's pussy was primed, absolutely ready to go off. As Jimmy stared between her wide-open legs, he saw everything his instincts were programmed to look for. [Brain to balls: it's time for sex!] With a warning groan and staccato expelling of air, Jimmy shot any sperm left in his body onto Beth. Beth was enthralled with the whole thing. She'd seen me shoot my sperm onto her sister, now Jimmy had ejaculated onto her. She'd thought there'd be more sperm from Jimmy, but Beth had no clue how much we'd pumped out earlier that night. Moving behind Jim, Beth sat down. Putting her arms around him, she pulled him towards her until he ended up leaning back against her. Beth ran her hands across Jimmy's chest. She kissed his checks a few times and played with his hair a bit. She'd really enjoyed the show. We four sat around for a few minutes. The girls were really sweet the way they held us as we got our strength back somewhat. Lynn kissed me on my check, stood up, then announced. "You both get A's for those performances. That penance is accepted. OK. We want you sitting on the edge of the bed." I don't know about Jim, but it wasn't all that easy for me to stand at that point. Not knowing what was next, I was a little worried that I might look totally lame if I couldn't "perform" their next task. Jim and I sat on the nearest side of the bed, basically occupying the spots the girls had recently vacated. Lynn and Beth waited for us to sit. Beth said. "OK, boys spread your legs wide, we want to be able to get a good peek at your pooped little penises." We complied. I felt pretty embarrassed now that I was indeed hanging limp, especially now that my hormones weren't running things for the moment. With the girls so clearly in control, I started to hang my head until I remembered there were two sexy, naked girls I could be watching. My head popped up, even if nothing else could at the moment. Lynn stepped between my legs until her sweet breasts were right in my face. Beth's nipples were similarly waving in front of Jim's mouth. Beth continued, "Well guys, you both just got off. Now it's our turn. This is your last penance for tonight. Our breasts need a lot of special attention, but you can't touch us with anything but your mouths for the rest of the evening." As much as I wanted to look at Beth's face when I turned my head her way, I could help staring at her nipples. They looked so long and delicious. Then I remembered why I'd turned her way. "Last one TONIGHT?" I said, half whining. Lynn took my chin and redirected my gaze into her eyes, her pretty face crinkled into a mischievous smile. "Our folks will be getting home sometime tonight. You two weaklings look pretty pooped out to us, so we don't think you'll be very good slaves any more tonight anyway. Next weekend our folks are leaving Friday morning for some Grange convention thing, they won't be back until late Sunday. You both had better be here Friday night or else!" Lynn said, here voice sounding stern at the end. Jim looked concerned that this penance business might go on forever. Lynn's voice seemed gentler as she guessed, then addressed our fears. "No, it'll be over soon. We meant it about fair is fair. We gave this a lot of thought. If you trust us, and do as we ask, when this is over I think you'll agree we were fair. I believe we'll all be a lot closer as well." Captivated by her voice, I instantly decided I'd do almost anything to be closer to this young woman. A protracted silence ensued while the girls just looked at us. I broke it by dropping my head submissively and saying "Command me mistress." Jimmy laughed. "OK, my mouth is your plaything, instruct me." "So like I was saying," Beth continued "Our breasts need very special attention. We want you to kiss them all over, we want our tips and nipples licked and sucked. If you don't do us just the way we like it, we'll correct you, and you WILL follow our instruction without a single comment. Now start making us feel good boys!" Immediately Jim commenced sucking Beth's right nipple; she told him to stop, to kiss her breasts for a while as she'd instructed. I turned my undivided attention to the most beautiful pair of breasts God ever put on a woman, Lynn's. Not too large, not too small I thought as I leaned forward to begin kissing the first breast since my mother's. As my lips touched her left breast, I was overwhelmed by the warmth and softness I discovered. I was in heaven as I kissed a ring around her teat. My hands moved, reaching for her. I was overcome by the desire to fondle her amazing flesh. Catching myself; my cupped hands froze inches from her chest just as Lynn uttered a soft, but firm "No." I looked into Lynn's eyes as I reluctantly let my hands fall back to my sides. Lynn gave me a truly heart melting smile as she whispered "Good boy." I loved looking into her twinkling eyes. I whispered for her ears only "You are so much more beautiful than I'd even dreamed." Closing my eyes, I resumed kissing her breasts. Using the tip of my tongue, I trailed kisses from one breast to the other. Lynn put a hand behind my neck, mostly resting it there, but occasionally using it to issue silent instructions. Her other hand she ran through my hair, which made me feel somehow warm and special in spite of my submissive role. Sensing that Lynn seemed to enjoy being kissed in her cleavage, I lingered there. Opening my eyes periodically, I'd look at her puffy areolas and wonderful wide nipples. They swelled and changed color as my kissing drew closer, ever closer to my goal. Her reddish brown caps struck me as being like a special treat you've been saving because its going to taste so good when you finally eat it. "Suck them!" My body trembled as I approached the moment when I'd take the end of her teat into my mouth. Opening wide, my lips engulfed her, my tongue joyously swirled over her entire red peak. Lynn must have shared my anticipation. As my mouth closed around her, I heard a very deep sigh. Both hands lightly pulled my head into her breast; she bent forward to kiss my forehead. I was delirious. I started avidly sucking her nipple, its warmth and feel to my lips and tongue was pure bliss. I must've gotten carried away. Lynn softly whispered gentle directions; lick a little more there, nurse a bit more gently now, suck her entire tip in for a while, move to my other breast. I have absolutely no concept of how long I nursed on Lynn. Her breathing had become very pronounced; even I understood she'd become quite aroused. Like I'd just awakened from a very deep sleep, it was hard to concentrate. I was in a near dream state. I dimly grew aware that next to me Beth had her head back, eyes closed, breathing like Lynn. I glanced sideways, but continued suckling Lynn. Jimmy's mouth would suck on Beth's right nipple, slide down to cover the entire end of the firm breast, then leave a wet residue as he sucked upwards to just the nipple again. Lynn spoke to Beth using short breathy words. "Are you ready? I for damned sure am." Beth nodded yes; it appeared her nod took great effort. "OK guys, I want you to lay on your backs there and there." Jim and I were a little slow about releasing our twin treats, but soon understood where we were being told to lay; each on our backs, lying on a pillow like we were going to sleep. Apparently Beth had left the room, she'd returned with two towels and something behind her back. She had us rise far enough for her to cover our respective pillows with a towel. Though pretty curious, I was totally distracted by her lovely breasts waving around above my face as she bent to her task. "OK slaves, sit on your hands and keep them there. Still no touching except with your mouth." Said Lynn with some difficulty. As ordered, we slid our hands under our butts. "Good." Lynn continued. "Beth tie 'em up. Help them remember we are the masters of their fate." From behind her back, Beth produced two lengths of rope. Jim and my ankles were bound likes cows in a rodeo, and about as quickly. God, I felt embarrassed. "Now you're going to eat us until we get off or tell you to stop. If you don't get us off, the way we feel, we may have to kill you." I couldn't help but smile; I detected a note of desperation in Lynn's voice. As soon as it sunk in that I was about to have my mouth filled with Lynn's pussy, my heart started beating a mile a minute. The girls crawled on hands and knees beside us, then swung their legs over our heads. My eyes nearly tore out of their sockets as they tried to take in both sister's breasts swinging beneath them as they crawled around; or Beth's ass as she positioned herself over Jim's face; or the sight of Lynn looking at me between her swaying teats once she'd gotten into a 69 position; or looking up into Lynn's soaked, aroused slit. Slowly Lynn lowered her pussy to my mouth. My view changed to seeing the ceiling through the crack of Lynn's butt. I wanted to study the pink rosebud that was her anus, but closed my eyes as I parted my lips, anticipating my first taste of Lynn's tender pussy. The scent of her aroused sex struck me like a fist; I loved it, my neck strained upward to meet her. I didn't have far to go, my primal instincts directed my tongue into Lynn's wet slit. My senses reeled, my nerves jangled as the special warmth, humidity, scents and sounds combined to overload my brain. So many things were happening within me; I couldn't begin to single them out. My overtaxed system only knew one thing clearly. I was eating gorgeous Lynn and loving it. Despite any humiliation I might have felt that day, Lynn filled me with so many feelings of happiness and joy that I wanted her to have the best damned orgasm in the world. I didn't quite know what to do, but I was determined to do the best I could. I sucked at Lynn's lips, explored her slit until I located all the different flaps and folds. I adorned the way she tasted; anywhere I touched or licked I found nectar of the Gods. Lynn's hips moved in slow circles, she'd thrust her slit ahead or back sometimes, directing my ministrations. Preoccupied as I was, still I listened to her breathing for signs that certain areas gave her the most pleasure. A few times she'd hold still then say something like, "Yes, right there. Lick faster." Of course I found her hole. Though aching to plunge my tongue into her, I held off. Lynn had told me when I found her clit; her hips would rise or lower to teach my tongue the pressure she preferred. Lynn had managed to delay the exquisite orgasm she felt gathering steam by studying the penis below her. It excited her to be so close to a cock, a cock that nature had designed to fit inside her body. She'd watched it stir and thicken as it's owner feasted between her legs. Still a little shy about doing what was on her mind, despite the slave talk, she moved her hand onto my belly. Like a hawk circling, her fingers ran around my genitals or over my thighs. Finally she couldn't stand the wondering; Lynn fondled her first penis. At first her fingers ran over the baby soft skin of the penis and scrotum below it. Soon her hand encircled the extending shaft. For a while she just squeezed and milked it. As it grew a little past semi-erect, Lynn started to slowly pump up and down my manhood. Part of me was incredibly excited knowing that this gorgeous girl, over whom I'd masturbated too many times to count, was using my penis as her personal plaything. Yet as much as this was a mind-blowing event, I had developed such warm feelings towards Lynn that I stayed focused on "my assignment", Which was fine with me, I wanted to get her off. Lynn was fixated on the penis in her hand. She'd glanced at Beth and Jimmy moments earlier. Beth would be coming any time now. Her hips were driving hard into Jim's face. She'd bent so close to Jim's cock he must be feeling Beth's hot breath on it. Beth had propped herself on both elbows; she was using both hands to feel up their brother. "Nice cock Jimmy" Lynn thought in passing. Lynn was ready to allow herself to come, but damn she wanted it to be a big one. She tightened her grip around my nearly erect penis, pumping me to the rhythm of her hips. Mentally Lynn drooled as clear fluid seeped from the end to my cock. My hips, with no thought on my part, began to hump her hand, matching the rhythm of her lust-driven hips. She felt herself edging closer, closer. Busy tongue-lashing her clit, I felt her pace quicken. Staring at the penis pumping into her fist, Lynn's mind transported her inside her own body; she could picture that penis plunging within her sheath. She saw the head flare wide, diving at her cervix before it withdrew, only to plunge into her depths again and again. Lynn began to slide towards oblivion. Abandoning her clit, I immediately drove my tongue into her vagina. Success! Lynn was coming, coming hard I suspected. Her opening closed around my tongue pulling me into her. On pure instinct, I began to come. I was barely aware of it. The rhythm of the penis seeking relief in her fist didn't change, but she felt it swell. The head was already shiny from the slippery fluid that coated it. Lynn had reached that perfect instant when she'd actually begun her orgasm, but was holding it back like a damned up lake. When she saw small streams of sperm weakly erupt from my penis, land, and pool back across the deep red glans, the damn burst; her body short-circuited from the potent sexual imagery. Lynn's hips shuddered, but stayed in one place as she made short, rapid strokes up and down my outstretched tongue. My mouth flooded with her juices, I was swimming in a sea of ecstasy. Her hips resumed a circular motion as she sought to run every part of her pussy over my mouth. I managed to shift and flatten my tongue over her clit. At first Lynn slowed down. Suddenly she emitted another series of protracted groans from her diaphragm; she came again. Her clit rubbed furiously against my tongue; I did my best to hold my tongue still for her. Lynn never slowed down that time; she kept going strong, then collapsed without warning. When she breathed at all it was to take a huge, deep breath. I was able to shift just a bit so I could breath, yet still slowly kiss and taste around her puffy lips. Her occasional sighs and stretches told me she loved the affectionate nibbling. Certainly I was enjoying the way she gently fondled my penis like it was a treasured family pet. Slowly turning, Lynn slid up my body; she gave me a smile I'd walk a mile in a hailstorm to see. "Please hold me Larry" she cooed. My muscles cramped when I tried to free them. As Lynn realized how much discomfort I felt, she made the sweetest face. "You poor baby." she said sincerely. Lynn set about covering my face with soft baby kisses that actually did a lot to make me forget the cramping. It felt wondrous when I finally did get my arms around her. I held her so tight; it had been horribly frustrating not to be able to use my hands. I gloried in the way she felt. Suddenly curious about our neighbors, I glanced to my right. Beth was lying on top of Jim, kissing his face and neck. I gathered Jim had performed acceptably. Snuggling down next to my ear, Lynn's finger tips played across my chest for a time. Minutes later, she whispered into my ear. "Larry, please keep this to yourself. Trust me. Do whatever we ask you to next weekend, no matter what. It's important." Lynn paused. She rose up on an elbow to stare into my eyes. The look that came over her face I still find impossible to describe. I felt my internal organs melt. I felt the air leave my lungs. I felt myself fall in love with Lynn. Lynn and I locked eyes, it felt like we peered into each other's soul for I don't know how long. The moment ended with Lynn giving me a long, soft kiss. Parting her mouth slightly, the tip of her tongue explored my lips. Following her example, I found just the tip of her tongue with my own until she gently pulled away. Lynn got off the bed, extending a hand in my direction. After helping me up, I stood before her. Lynn's arms went around me, we hugged. With her head on my shoulder, she gave me a last squeeze and whispered "Do whatever we ask. You won't be sorry. Sweet dreams, Larry." Then like an elf in a dream, she was out of my arms, and out the door. Silently I sat in the corner easy chair. Beth was still snuggling with Jim. I don't know if Beth even realized Lynn was gone. Beth looked soft and sexy; it was sweet as could be watching her. Moments later she was climbing off Jimmy. As she backed off the bed, her ass was in the air, waving in my direction. I couldn't get it up if my life depended on, but that didn't stop my mind from flashing an image of me sneaking up behind her, then my penis sliding into that sweet pussy by quietly allowing her to back onto my stiff dick. Beth was headed to the door when she spotted me smiling at her from the corner. She wiggled a finger signaling "come here". I walked over. Beth stepped into me, then playfully slid her tits up from my belly to my chest. Smiling at me, Beth got up on her toes to give me a soft kiss. We held the kiss, Beth fondling by penis and balls the entire time. Breaking the kiss, Beth demurred. "And you were a good boy too, G'night." Grinning wickedly, she spun, headed for the door, yet took her sweet time. Beth had a talent; she could make her ass sway so it made any male watching wanted to screw her brains out. DAMN! What a finale to the best danged day of my life. Jim and I were in shock. There didn't seem much point in getting dressed. I climbed into bed. I caught Jim's eye. I simply said, "Wow". Jim sighed, "Yeah, Wow." We rolled over and fell asleep. \* \* \* \* Please vote if you enjoyed my story. This journey continues with Chapter 16.

Title: How I Love to Fuck My Wife Tags: It was a long day and I am tired. I took a shower and put on some shorts and a t-shirt I would wear to bed. I drink down a few shots of whiskey and settled down in the living room. I stretch out on the couch, arms behind my head, feet still resting on the ground. I turn on the TV but I don't plan to watch it... just something to do while waiting for the whiskey to kick in. She walks over and sits down on the couch next to me. We channel surf for a bit but soon the whiskey starts to roll over me and I lay back, arms behind my head, eyes closed. I lift a leg up onto the couch. "Wanna watch a movie?" she asks. "Sure, whatever you want." Really, I could care less. I feel that buzzed warm sensation from the whiskey. I stretch my arms over my head, feeling good. I will probably fall asleep if she starts a DVD now. If she wants to watch a movie I will try to stay awake. I feel the cushions shift and then a familiar touch on the inside of my thigh. Her touch is light and reaches up into the leg of my shorts. My cock responds almost instantly and by the time her hand reaches my balls it is almost fully erect. I groan lightly as she starts stoking my balls with the tips of her fingers. She shifts her weight again and I look down. Her lips are hot and moist on the inside of my leg as she kisses along the same path her hand had just taken. She knows I really, really like that. I feel the leg opening of my shorts being pulled aside. Suddenly her lips are on my balls, her tongue pushing them around. I groan as she slowly takes one into her mouth, then the other. I open my eyes but all I can see is the top of her head. She works slowly and deliberately. She is always too rough with them and soon they started to ache. It's a dull ache that extends into my groin. Her hand starts stroking my shaft which is now almost as hard as it gets. Rolling onto her stomach, legs bent at the knees behind her, she pulls my cock out the leg of my shorts. The air in the room is cold which only increases the sensation as she drowns my shaft in her hot, moist mouth. She starts out playfully at first with slow deep strokes, very gently. My cock pops out of her mouth and she blows air over the head. I look down. The head of my cock is really large, almost angry and purple. She looks up at me, her eyes lusty and hot. Then she dives back down and my cock disappears in her mouth. I moan lightly to indicate my satisfaction. She starts working my cock faster now, no longer being playful but trying to get me off. I run my fingers through her hair, trying hard not to grab her head... fuck her mouth. It's what I instinctively want to do but it's too soon and I don't think she would like it right now. "It's cold down here, let's go upstairs." I tell her. "Mmmm, you sure?" she says. "Yeah." "OK, time for a little monkey sex, eh?" she giggles. "I don't know about that..." I reply chuckling sarcastically. She gets up and goes into the bathroom. My raging erection leaves me wondering if I made the right decision. I really want to get her off, however, and I know it will be easier in the bedroom. It's familiar territory. She is taking a long time in the bathroom. My cock starts to soften. I walk upstairs to the bedroom, strip, and lay down on the bed. I hear the sound of a keyboard clicking. She is on the Internet. I know this will take a while. I get under the covers and close my eyes. I wake up when the light clicks on from inside the bedroom closet. Looking at the alarm clock I notice two hours have passed. I apparently dozed off while she did whatever she was doing on the computer. She climbs under the covers, bedclothes on. "Hey." I softly greet her, smiling sleepily. I am not capable of conversation more complex than this. "Goodnight. Sweetie." she replies. Very fucking funny, I think. Not a chance. No fucking way. Still groggy I roll over and half lay on her, holding myself up on one arm. I lean to one side and push my arm up her shirt and place my hand flat over her breast. I know to be gentle with it. It is very warm and inviting. Looking her in the eyes I kiss her on the lips, lightly at first. Her mouth opens and so does mine. Our tongues touch and she moans into my mouth. We kiss for a while, but the kissing becomes more intense and I find myself winded simply from not breathing. Breathing heavily now, she pushes me up. Sitting up she pulls her top up and over her head. It's an awkward maneuver and her earring gets caught in her nightshirt. I gently untangle her and start to toss the shirt at the foot of the bed. "No, no." she says. "Leave it where I can find it, at the foot of the bed." I toss the shirt where she asks wondering if I should have folded it first. She lies back down. Then I lean back on top of her but instead of kissing her lips I lean over and kiss her neck. She pulls her hair out of the way, shaking her head from side to side. I run my tongue along her neck and nibble lightly. She sighs and gently strokes the back of my head and neck. She flinches and wiggles. I know it's not feeling as good as when I started... it's starting to tickle. She almost giggles, so I stop. I pick my head up and kiss her again, open mouthed, head cocked to the side. I sit up and turn around so I am sitting on my knees at her head facing her feet. Then I lower myself onto her nipple and draw it into her mouth. She strokes my side and moans as I gently stroke her nipple with my tongue. I lick around the areola. Her nipple is hard now. I keep gently licking it. Then I start to nibble, gently at first. She's really getting into it. I gasp and then moan. She has lifted her head and taken my nipple into her mouth. I lower my torso so she won't strain her neck. I knew what I was doing when I turned around, obviously. She isn't gentle and starts to bite it almost at once. It hurts but she doesn't bite too hard and I like it. In fact I like it a lot. We each continue to mutually play with the others nipple. Then she reaches up and starts stoking my cock. Did I mention my cock is rock hard at this point? "What do you want?" I ask as I sit up, massaging her breasts. She pauses for a moment and acts a little coy. "I want you to lick me.", she whispers, sheepishly. "That's not good enough. Tell me what you want." I immediately reply. She responds with a longer pause. "I want you to lick my pussy... make me cum.", she whispers, almost jokingly. She smiles and giggles, perhaps a bit embarrassed. "I don't know what you mean. That's not good enough." I reply. I am going to make her be very, very specific. She is going to have to tell me what I want to know. She lays there silently as I lightly knead her breasts. I pinch her nipples, gently. She moans. Her voice gets very serious. "I want you to lick my cunt... gently around the sides, then down the middle. I want you to suck on my clit. Fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum... hard. Like you do it." This is what I want to hear. I crawl a few steps down to her pussy, kissing my way with each step. I set us up for a 69 with me on top but don't straddle her face. I keep myself off to the side of her head. I know she likes to take my cock into her mouth when she cums. She didn't always do this, but I got her to agree to try a 69 once and she came much faster than she thought. After that I told her how I liked it when she came with my cock in her mouth. Later she told me she had developed a craving for it. Ain't I the devil? She reaches between my legs, and strokes my balls. My cock is rock hard and drooling precum. She puts some on her fingers and rubs the head of my cock. It is excruciating. She continues her light touch on my balls and then my ass. It feels really good. Gently I prompt her to lift her ass off the bed by tugging at the elastic of her pajama bottoms. She lifts herself up enough for me to pull them down, then lifts her legs up so I can slide them off of her. "Put them at the foot of the bed where I can find them." she commands. I do as I am told. I lift her knees and pull her legs gently apart. It doesn't take much. I kiss the inside of her thighs the same way she kissed me on the couch a few hours ago. I press my tongue into the crease where her legs meet her crotch and slowly lick. Then I start to slowly flick my tongue around the outside of her pussy. It's rough, hairy. She generally keeps it shaved but it has been a while. So she is a little hairy but doesn't have any stubble. I much prefer to go down on her when it's shaven, but I really don't care. I just want to get her off. I lightly lick around the outside of her pussy, flicking with my tongue once in a while. She moans. Then I go back to kissing the inside of her legs, using my tongue as well. She starts to stroke my cock, then leans over and takes it into her mouth. It's an awkward position and I know she is just doing it to make me feel good. After playing a bit she lays back and settles in. I know she has placed one arm over her eyes, concentrating. Her other hand is holding onto my cock. She is ready to cum. I reach my arm around her leg and pull her pussy lips open from behind. I very, very gently lick her clit hood. She moans. Yes, she is very ready. Her pussy is really wet. I slowly run the full width of my tongue from the top of her pussy, right down the center, over her clit, over her tight little fuck-hole, and down to her perineum. She lets out a deep, deep groan as I get to the bottom. The arm that was over her eyes reaches out and grabs my side, her nails digging into me. Then it is gone, probably back over her eyes. She starts to stoke my cock, slowly. I flick my tongue over her cunt hole. Her hips start to rhythmically move up and down slowly. She is making progress. Then I lean forward and jab my tongue deep into her. I love the taste and she is really wet. I start to fuck her with my tongue, just like she asked... just how I know she wants it done. First I fuck in and out slowly with my tongue. Then I make little circles, pressing against the inner wall of her pussy as deeply as my tongue will go. Then I go back to fucking with my tongue. "Oh, fuck." she gasps gently, slowly and seriously. Her hips keep moving. My face is really wet now, soaked in fact. I start to run my tongue flat and wide up and down the length of her pussy, clit to perineum. Her perineum is hard and rough. She moans when my tongue touches it, but it's sensitive and I don't spend a lot of time there. I flick my tongue on it a few times and then head back to her clit. I do this a few more times and then start to pay attention to her clit since this is what will make her cum. I pull back the hood with my lower lip and gently knead her now exposed clit with my tongue. It responds just as it should and I push down lightly with my lower lip so it will stay hard. Slowly, gently at first I tongue her clit. Her hips are moving slowly now, not as fast as before. She is probably concentrating very hard. I have wondered for years what she fantasizes about as she tries to cum. I know if I insisted she share her fantasy with me I would leave her feeling self conscious and stop it from working for her. Besides, I may not want to know the answer. Some things are best left unsaid. I keep working on her clit but soon I know it's time to change to something else. I let up the pressure of my lower lip and suck her clit into my mouth. I flick my tongue over it lightly and quickly. She sighs and moves back to stroking my cock, balls, and ass. It feels really good. I can feel my precum on her arm when it touches my cock. I stop. You can't do that for too long or the sensation weakens. I go back to licking her pussy top to bottom, and then start to tongue her hole again. After a few minutes I go back to flicking her clit with my tongue. Suddenly she tucks her head between my legs. Awkwardly she takes my cock into her mouth. She moans but I don't hear it, I feel the vibration on my cock. I gently rock my hips up and down, fucking her face very gently and slowly. Her moans on my cock tell me she likes it. Not too hard, I remind myself. Really, she is doing most of the work by rocking her head side to side. I am just encouraging the motion. I think it turns her on to think I am getting myself off. I lick two fingers and stick them into her pussy. Her g-spot is easy to find. I never have to work hard to locate it. I put pressure on it, gentle pressure, and hold it. I let the motion of her hips do the rest. She responds with a grunt around my cock and more pressure on it with her tongue. Suddenly she clamps down hard on my cock. Her orgasm is really strong. I feel her tongue pushing the underside of my cock up against the roof of her mouth. It sort of hurts but I keep gently fucking as she cums. Her other arm that was over her face is now on the small of my back, her hand opened up wide, fingers splayed out. She claws into me as she moans and grunts, a really noisy orgasm. I can feel her cunt spasm around my fingers. I don't stop the pressure on her g-spot and I sure as hell don't let up on her clit. This goes on for a little while and then I start to ease up on her clit. I know it will be too sensitive soon and become unbearable for her. I resume licking the outside of her pussy lips, then around my fingers which are still stuck in her tight little hole. I pull my fingers out and replace them with my tongue. My face is buried in her pussy now, really soaked. She starts to twitch a little. It's way too sensitive for her now. I slowly lower her legs and stretch out on top of her, supporting my weight somewhat with my forearms. I lift my hips up and make more room for her so she doesn't get claustrophobic. She is really getting into sucking my cock, running her hands up and down my ass and balls. I lay there, a little tired and needing a break. I roll off her and she starts to spin around. I wipe my face off on the blanket. "Oh, thank you." she says, breathing heavily. "My pleasure, really." I reply. That's no lie. I love the way a woman responds when you eat her pussy. I really get into it. She gives me a wet open kiss and stuffs her tongue into my mouth. I know she can taste herself. At least I am pretty sure she can. My mouth is overwhelmed with the taste and smell of her pussy. "Your cock was dripping on my arm. I loved it." she giggles. That's a first. "Really?" I reply, intentionally sounding pleased. As long as she loved it it's all good to me. I roll over to face her on my side and she flips over and starts to suck my cock again, gently stroking her fingers over my balls. It feels really good and she is clearly trying to get me off now. It's not going to work. It's really hard for me to get off like that. Not many women have been able to do it. Her mouth is too rough this time and it actually starts to hurt. Her teeth scrape my too sensitive cock head. She starts sucking too hard. I pull out and slowly sit up. She tries to get my cock back into her mouth but I gently prompt her to roll over onto her back. I turn around and hover over her. I kiss her and then sit up again. "Tell me what you want." I say quietly. "Ohhh." she groans. "Fuck me." "That's not good enough." I put my hand behind the back of her neck. "Tell me what you want." "Fuck me, slowly then fast and hard." "You need to tell me more." I grab my cock. "Do you want this cock?" I ask, giving her a hint. "Yes, fuck me with your cock. Fuck me hard, put it in...ohhhh." I interrupt her as I start to rub my cock up and down her cunt massaging her clit. She starts to buck her hips up and down, trying to get my cock into her. I put the cock head in and make circles with it around her fuck-hole. Then I pull it out and slide it the length of her wet slit. "In where?" I ask. "Put your cock in my cunt, fast, all at once. Please fuck me.", she says in a deep voice. I push. I am in. I immediately bury my cock to the hilt, feeling it bottom out. She lets out a deep groan and her legs splay out wide as she pulls up her knees. Her arms lay at her side, her head tilted back, eyes closed. I start fucking right away, slowly at first. Sitting up I put a hand on each knee and push her legs back. Her pussy lips are pulled open and I can see my cock rocking in and out of her. She is really, really wet. There is no resistance and I slide effortlessly in and out. I push her legs open wider and lean back, taking in the sight of my cock sliding in and out. I am getting really turned on watching this. I look up and she is gently moaning with her head turned to the side, eyes closed. I am good and warmed up now. I pull my knees down and let go of her legs. She promptly wraps them around my legs and her arms wrap around my neck. She pulls me down. It's hard to fuck like this but I manage. I start to kiss her neck but she interrupts me and leans over sticking her tongue in my ear. She is breathing heavily in my ear as her tongue makes circles. I don't care much for the tongue in the ear but the sound of her breathing, almost a moaning, is a real turn-on. She moves her mouth and starts to chew on my neck. I pull myself back up and lift her legs, fucking the whole time. I pull her legs together in front of me and fold her legs gently up to her chest. Her pussy is tighter now against my cock. It feels really good. I kiss her legs, licking her ankles. I suddenly run the full length of my tongue along the arch of her foot and then just as suddenly rake the surface gently with my teeth. She goes nuts. It's a total surprise but I know this will only work once. I repeat the trick on the other foot but the element of surprise is lost. Anything more would tickle. I fuck some more enjoying the position and then I let her legs back down. She isn't complaining as I fuck harder and faster but I don't like to do the same thing for too long. I hook the back of her knees with my arms and spread her legs apart as I lean into her. She is opened up wide now, really loose and wet. I start to fuck her hard, faster and faster. I am really fucking the shit out of her and she is getting really vocal. I can hear my balls slapping against her bottom. She puts one arm above her head and the other over her eyes. It looks like she may be ready to cum again but I know it could take a while. "Tell me when you want me to cum." I whisper in her ear. "I won't go until you tell me to. I just love to fuck you." "OK", she says, almost in a gasp. I slow down my pace and bend my head down and to the side, taking her nipple into my mouth. I tongue it slowly and gently bite down. Her arm moves to the back of my head, then pushes my head up. I probably bit too hard, or at least it was too distracting. I go back to fucking her only I slow down somewhat. I sit up, releasing her legs, and use my thumb to massage her clit very lightly. I put my other hand on her breast and gently massage it. She moans and for the first time that evening she starts to fuck me back, rocking her hips. She is very warm inside and it feels really good. I sure hope I can keep from cumming too soon, but I know that won't be a problem. I begin a slow and rhythmic fucking motion. Her arm is partially covering her face. The look on her lips tells me she is really enjoying herself. Suddenly, quite unexpectedly, I feel her pussy get very hot. I take my hand off her breast and touch my index finger to her lips. Her mouth opens, perhaps instinctively, and her tongue laps my finger into her mouth. She starts to lick and suck it as if it were my cock. I recognize the motions her tongue is making. She presses my finger against the roof of her mouth then gasps for breath. Then she makes a gasping, humming noise and I pull my finger out of her mouth Her orgasm comes very quickly and with little warning. She pulls me down and almost screams into my neck, her arms wrapped around me. Her legs also wrap around mine and pull me in tightly. I can't fuck like this so I stop and let her pull me in as far as she wants. I grind myself into her. She makes a noise somewhere between crying and whimpering as her cunt rhythmically grasps my cock. It clearly was almost as intense an orgasm as her last one. She seldom comes twice in one night. I count myself lucky. She comes down from her climax and lets go of me. I push myself up on my forearms and slowly start to fuck again. Soon she pushes her head up and takes my nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue until it's erect. "Cum for me. Cum hard in me." she commands. Her words are muffled as my chest bumps into her lips. I let her lick my nipple and pull a pillow under her head so her neck won't be sore tomorrow. I start to pump in and out harder, not faster. She is moaning into my chest. Then I pick up speed, closing my eyes. She knows that her sucking and licking my nipples will make me cum if she is persistent. That's why she started in the first place. Soon I am really starting to get into it and her tongue is moving faster and faster over my nipple. The pressure increases and then she nibbles on the hard nub, then goes back to flicking her tongue. I am really enjoying it and then she changes to the other nipple. It hasn't been touched tonight and is really sensitive so it feels really, really good. Soon I am really fucking her hard and I know I am about to cum. I keep getting distracted so I start to fantasize. I think of a red haired woman in a photo. Her red hair is long, shoulder length perhaps, slightly wavy. Her face is turned down. I can hardly see it. She is wearing a tight white top and one of her breasts is exposed. Her tight black skirt is hiked up exposing the full length of her leg and underwear. On her thigh is a tattoo. I can't tell what it is but it's sexy as hell. I stare at that picture in my mind. I imagine that the taste in my mouth is what her pussy tastes like, that the hot and wet pussy my cock is buried in is her pussy. I imagine that the tongue on my nipple is her tongue. Suddenly I feel my balls tighten and my cock starts to tingle. I am about to cum. "Oh fuck, I am cumming." I exclaim in a soft gasping voice. She moans and pulls me down onto her. Our mouths meet and our tongues twist together urgently. "Oh fuck!" I groan as we kiss, tongues interlocked. I whine into her mouth as I slam my cock into her brutally over and over as I cum. Her tongue is going nuts in my mouth but I can't focus on my kissing and it's all I can do to keep my mouth open. I feel the semen flowing out of my cock, spurt after spurt. It's a very intense orgasm. Then all my strength is drained from me I want to collapse but don't want to drop my weight onto her so I hold myself up on my forearms and dangle my head at her side, panting. She starts to stroke my back (it's very sweaty) and kiss my neck. I rock my cock back and forth in her pussy. It's still very hard but really too sensitive to fuck with so I just enjoy her warmth and wetness. I love the attention she is giving me. She pushes me up and over. I roll off and onto my back. We lay in silence for a moment. I am spent and am afraid I'll fall asleep. "Thank you." I say. "My pleasure, sweetie.", she replies. She jumps up and runs into the bathroom. When she comes back she puts her nightclothes back on. They are conveniently at the foot of the bed. I figure that's a good sign we are done and she wants to go to sleep. So I go to the bathroom, clean myself up a bit, and return to bed, my cock still semi-hard. I get under the covers, nude. "Goodnight, sweetie." she says. "Goodnight."

Title: Rented Out by Amethyst Mare Tags: Anal, Antelope, Collar, Domination/Submission, Dragon, Dragoness, Femdom, Foot Fetish, Humiliation, Leash, Licking, M/F, Master/Slave, Oral, Paddling, Pegging, Pet, Slave, Spanking, Strap-On, Vaginal, dirty talking, mistress, orgasm control, slapping **Rented Out** "Perfect," the vixen smirked as she counted the value of the wad of notes placed before her on the desk, nimble fingers leafing through the crisp paper with an evidently well practised ease. "Yours is in the third door down the corridor, on the left. He's all yours." A tall dragoness stood on the other side of the desk in the well lit, circular room, which to any outside observer appeared to be the reception of an upscale office, something that only the high class furs would visit. The only unusual aspect of the room was the absence of any windows, which may have belayed to any innocent furs happening upon it that the room was underground. But this dragoness - an emerald green, softly scaled female with streaks of violet in her eyes - knew exactly what this establishment was and what she expected to gain from it. She also did not expect to leave empty handed upon this particular visit. "And if he is satisfactory, the agreement on its price still stands, I assume?" Her voice was cool and unworried, the words slipping off her tongue like water, although the rather bored looking vixen was unperturbed by her customer's apparently offhand demeanour. The vixen, who wore a nametag pinned crookedly to her black shirt reading "Tina", nodded in affirmation, sliding a sheaf of papers across the desk to the dragoness. "Yes, if you are pleased, the agreed amount will be withdrawn from your account tomorrow and everything will be put in place to have it shipped to you, whenever your convenience allows." Satisfied, the dragoness bobbed her muzzle in thanks, taking a moment to straighten the tan coat covering her slim frame to below the knees, then pacing away down the indicated corridor. There were several doors in this corridor - all with a red light above the frame, which, when lit, indicated that the room was occupied. She knew the drill, after visiting here to use the company's services twice before, but something rather special had caught her eye last time and she was certain that her money would be well placed with the expected outcome of this session. Her door appeared the same as all the others: solid, metal, impenetrable and with a cold kind of promise held within. Pressing on the pad beside it lightly, the mechanism clicked softly and the door swung inwards without a single noise, allowing the dragoness to stride into the room, her eyes immediately becoming fixed upon the kneeling figure in the centre of the floor. He was the African beauty she had demanded. A sable antelope, ebony coat gleaming with health and long, curved horns arcing back over his shoulders, the ends of which were capped with silver to render the sharp points harmless. He had his paws handcuffed behind his back and a spreader bar attached to his ankles, forcing him to keep his sleek legs uncomfortably spread with no possible way to relieve the tension. Kneeling with his legs spread so far apart, his genitals were fully exposed to the dragoness who took the opportunity to eye his sheath and grapefruit sized balls appreciatively; he was certainly as well hung as they had promised her. Those pills fed to their male slaves truly did work wonders. Of course, the antelope was privy to none of her visual examination, as a blindfold covered his eyes, although his ears had twitched in her direction just once when she had entered the room. Despite being aware of her presence, he knew nothing about the customer he had been placed with for the evening and his breathing visibly quickened, chest rising and falling more rapidly as he began to pant in a mixture of fear and excited anticipation. Without a word, the dragoness stepped forward and placed her paws on either side of the slim, satin-soft muzzle, claws lightly scratching through his short fur; a sharp intake of breath was her response and he snuffled eagerly at her paw when she pressed it to his muzzle. Pleased at his reaction - it was always so much more pleasing to acquire a willing slave in these establishments - she removed her paws and began to unbutton her coat, turning to drape it over a chair by the door, as it would not be needed for the course of this session. The antelope was confused at her movement, unable to discern her movement or what he should be doing to please her, for that was the more important matter by far. His training held true and took hold, however, so he lifted his muzzle high, baring his throat to his temporary Mistress submissively while his still dangerous horns were all but completely hidden. "How may I please you, Mistress?" He asked softly, licking his lips nervously and swallowing his anxiety the best he could. The dragoness didn't answer, but instead stepped up beside him again, her paw closing around his throat so she felt his gasp of surprise along with the tremor of arousal that rippled through him. He didn't seek to move away though; if anything, he pressed closer into that paw, the tips of her claws pricking delightfully against the sensitive skin beneath his soft, glossy neck fur. Trailing her free paw along to the ties of the blindfold, she curled one finger into the simple knot and pulled hard, allowing the blindfold to come loose and fall to the floor, instantly forgotten. The antelope blinked rapidly to adjust to the bright light, huffing softly while he turned his gaze upon the client standing in front of him - what he could see of her anyways. The sight of the dragoness surprised him, but he could not help giving a low murr of desire at her slim form and generous pairs of breasts, for she had three pairs in total. Gods...not even within the natural ranges, they were more akin to the hyper breasts given to selected - no, privileged - female slaves within the establishment. And her clothing, or lack of it... She wore no more than a modified black corset with vertical purple stripes running up it at two inch intervals, the laces of which extended over her breasts while allowing them to remain on full display. Her pert, pale nipples stood out proudly from her chest as if for special attention and what looked to be a tight thong of similar colours lay snug around her sex and left very little to the imagination of the antelope slave. "Address me as "Mistress" or "Mistress Amethyst" unless I instruct you otherwise," she said levelly, sweeping her long, powerful tail against his waist and curling it tightly around him. Directing his muzzle to her crotch, she shoved his nose against the damp fabric of her thong, purring at his gasp of mild surprise. He inhaled the scent of her arousal deeply, eagerly lapping across the thin material as he gained a slight taste of her nectar, a sweet and tangy taste that left him craving more. He whined quietly, pushing his muzzle against her pussy lips that were protruding so temptingly through the silky cloth... The slap to his muzzle jerked his head back and sideways, bringing tears to his eyes for a moment. The shock stung more than the actual impact and he whimpered quietly, shooting his head back to bare his throat again while doing his best to blink away moisture in his eyes. He mentally berated himself for allowing his arousal to get the better of him, and not for the first time. He was to wait for orders and not take the initiative unless the customer asked: the line was ingrained in his memory as deeply as the knowledge that he was a slave and a sex toy. But even he was prey to his own lust sometimes. "When I say, slave," Amethyst hissed warningly, noting the changing emotions flickering across his muzzle in quick succession. "What makes you think that this is for you, slut? You want to lick my cunny? Get down to my feet and lick them. Now." Seeking a shot at redemption, the antelope slave dove down to his dragon Mistress' feet, kissing and licking the entirety of them, muzzle wrinkling slightly at the faint scent of the outside world she had carried in with her on the bare pads. Amethyst purred appreciatively and lifted her right foot paw up to permit him to clean her soles with his tongue, which he did immediately, sweeping across the underside with increasingly keen, adoring strokes. Her scales were smooth and his tongue glided almost imperceptibly over her heel, soothing away the aches of walking with his skilled appendage. Looking down at him, Amethyst smiled and flicked the tip of her tail against his sheath, from which the tip of his cock was already protruding. "Aroused by licking a dragoness' feet....whatever would your friends think of you?" She taunted lightly, seeing the shiver and the antelope's quicker pace of licking, even pausing to suck upon her offered toes, though he was quite careful to avoid the points of her short claws. After a couple of minutes, Amethyst took her foot paw away from the antelope, who tried to keep licking for a moment and then rocked his body back into a kneeling position with some effort, considering that he was still bound tightly. Ignoring him, she picked up a thin, wooden paddle, with a longer handle than usual, and a wide, leather collar with a chain leash attached from a nearby rack. She motioned the antelope towards a padded bench that was against the dungeons far wall with an impatient flick of her tail. "Crawl over and kneel right there," she commanded as she leaned down to undo the cuffs on the spreader bar, releasing the antelope and allowing him the scant freedom to do as he told for the time being. He bobbed his muzzle to show his understanding and shuffled across to the bench awkwardly, again adopting the spread position with his legs even though there was no longer any spreader forcing him to keep them open. This displayed his genitals in all their pride and glory to Amethyst, who gave a pleased, predator's grin at the sight of his cock standing at a promising fifteen inches long and respectively thick around, the sheath stretched tight around the very base. Those pills were wondrous indeed... It would fill her cunny nicely when the time came, but not quite yet. Later, however... She hooked her claw tips under the edges of the thong underwear them and slid them down her long, smoothly scaled legs in one deft motion, the antelope watching most intently. Amethyst's sex gleamed with moisture and a rippling tremor of arousal ran down her spine as she clenched her cunny muscles briefly in wanton anticipation. Being bare footed - her scales gave her more than enough protection from the rough ground generally - there was no footwear to remove and she stood with her lower half entirely bare before her toy, a smirk spreading across her muzzle slowly. He was a prize all right - it was a wonder that no other fur had had the luck or eye to notice this beforehand, even if she supposed that most had been more concerned with taking their pleasure as many times as possible with him, rather than evaluating him as a prospective full-time slave. She had even been told by a male acquaintance that he was rather accustomed to taking both a sizeable range of toys and males' cocks up his tail hole, which she was pleased to hear for when she chose to revert to her hermaphrodite form around him. The sable antelope was truly wasted in the brothel. "Good, boy," she purred slyly, padding over to him gracefully while a flush heated his muzzle from the praise, which was so rarely given to a sex slave, especially for one rented out to anyone with cash to burn. "Stand." He scrambled to his hooves quickly, scraping them roughly across the stone floor in his haste to do as ordered. Having a fair idea of what would be coming next, he lowered his muzzle submissively, waiting for the instruction as his member throbbed and twitched, a drop of glistening pre rolling laboriously down his smooth length. Amethyst buckled the dark brown leather collar around his neck carefully, giving the leash an experimental tug, watching the antelope's actions carefully as he moved with the motion. He shivered, muscles twitching under his dark coat, but was too well trained to object. On the contrary: every muscle in his body ached to drop to his knees again and, not for the first time, he wished that he was a bit freer to please, rather than be so strictly controlled by any master or mistress. Despite the dragoness mistress' calmer and less aggressive manner than some of his other customer, he was certain that refusing an order or outright obstinacy was not an option, lest he be punished for further misdemeanours. He twitched his ears as another tug upon the collar bade him turn to face the bench, which had been adjusted beforehand to the height of his hips. So, he was accustomed to being led too. Excellent, Amethyst thought, though careful to not allow her pleasure at this revelation show openly upon her muzzle. She grinned widely as she placed a scaled paw lightly upon his back and bent him over the bench, arranging him over it as she liked, a nudge from the tip of her tail spreading his legs noticeably wider. He seemed to tremble all over in a mixture of fear and anticipation, the light sheen of sweat upon his fur accentuating his finely toned muscles. The antelope inhaled sharply when Mistress Amethyst buckled a set of leather cuffs around his lower legs, just above his hooves, drawing them tightly against the smooth, cool wood of the bench so that he was forced to maintain his position. Amethyst purred with pleasure as she walked around the bench, openly admiring his body before stretching his arms down towards the floor where she fastened another set of cuffs around his wrists. With his arms secured too, the antelope slave rested his weight heavily upon the padded top of the bench, groaning wantonly at his exposure and resisting the urge to grind his aching cock into the thick padding. He had not been allowed to reach orgasm for days. The swish of the paddle made him jump slightly, flattening his tail over his rear instinctively before relaxing once more. Suppressing the desire to take a sidelong glance at the dragoness and the paddle that she had chosen for him, the antelope snorted softly, ducking his sleek muzzle a bit more, slender legs quivering with nervous excitement. She chuckled lowly at his reaction, the very tip of her tail brushing against his inner thighs, teasing him into an increasingly heightened state of arousal with the lightest of erotic touches. "You will receive ten strokes as a punishment for trying to do as you pleased and not waiting for orders," she said firmly, laying her paw upon the curve of his buttocks and giving them a rough squeeze. "You will call for each stroke." He nodded slowly, keeping his gaze lowered as his body braced for the pain - he had no idea how much force she would use to strike him - even while his cock twitched with arousal, dribbling pre cum like a broken faucet. "One, please, Mistress," he murmured softly. Amethyst grinned coarsely, running her agile fingers down the crack of his ass before raising the paddle and bringing it back down across the slave's flesh with a resounding smack that echoed throughout the room. He yelped at the sharp sting, the fleeting pain quickly subsiding to a warm glow that made him wriggle his buttocks at Mistress Amethyst slavishly. "Ah...two, please, Mistress," he whimpered, blushing furiously as he felt his craving for the next stroke build. The next stroke delivered was harder, his buttocks clenching from the force. Again, he asked for another stroke, accepting his punishment gratefully - even if it was evident to the dragoness, smirking openly, that he was deriving more than a little pleasure from it, his cock dripping pre cum on to the floor beneath the bench, where it pooled rapidly. He managed to ask for the next four strokes in quick succession, yelping quietly at the sharp smacks raining down upon the smooth curve of his muscled buttocks, a faint shiver of pleasure running down his spine. The sixth blow, however, had him groaning in ecstasy as a thick, creamy spurt of pre shot from his throbbing cock to splash noisily into the growing pool. He panted heavily from his growing desire to cum, forgetting to ask for the next stroke of the paddle. Mistress Amethyst frowned, lifting the paddle high and bringing it down with considerably more force than before right in the centre of the slave's backside, striking both cheeks simultaneously; the antelope jumped in his bindings from the impact, struggling to escape the sudden flash of pain searing across his rear. "That's five more for taking too long, slave," she growled lowly, a warning tone. Her tail flicked in irritation at his mistake and she brought her muzzle - full of sharp teeth that he could not fail to notice - up close to his velvety ear, snaking her long, fleshy tongue out to trace the edge of it as she whispered. "Forget to call it again and it will be an additional twenty." He flattened his ears against his skull and bobbed his muzzle quickly to show that he understood, but did not trust himself to speak. *Damn, that one stung*, he thought to himself, wriggling his rear plaintively in a futile attempt to soothe the burning. Although it had not been hard enough to do any damage, it was certainly enough to force him to focus upon his task again. "Continue," Mistress Amethyst said with a smirk, raising the paddle slowly, with obvious anticipatory pleasure at what was to occur, once more. "Eight, please, Mistress," he said quickly, the words tumbling from his lips so rapidly that they almost slurred into one another. He was clearly very eager to avoid the painful strokes of the paddle and revert to the ones that sent ripples of pleasure down his spine instead. Half-closing his eyes, he gasped quietly at the next blow, murring and wriggling his rear plaintively as Amethyst's paw dropped to caress it with surprising gentleness. By the end of the paddling, the antelope was panting heavily, his backside having gained a warm glow that was not at all unpleasant and quite to his liking in fact. A faint whimper escaped his muzzle and his eyes lowered in shame that he would have liked to ask the dragoness to continue, if he had been able or permitted to. Perhaps she would take cause to paddle or merely spank him further later in the session? He certainly hoped that this would be the case, as much as the realisation made his skin burn. "Mmm," Amethyst purred, the sound rolling quite pleasantly off her lips. Dropping the paddle without care upon the floor, where it landed with a loud clack that made the antelope flinch, even as he panted for breath, she raised her paws above her head and stretched luxuriously. Leaving the slave tied as he was, sore rump raised at the perfect height, she strutted around before his muzzle, padding to the rack of dildos. Watching her every move, the antelope winced as Mistress Amethyst's paw passed over the smaller, more humane dildos with little consideration for their uses. She considered the larger, draconian looking phalluses for a while before selecting an ominous, sixteen inch equine dildo, jet black in colour and with a spongy, flared tip. He groaned, knowing how much that dildo would hurt going into his backside. Amethyst heard his groan but only chuckled under her breath, swatting him on the rump with her tail as she crouched down to untangle a leather harness that had been tossed carelessly on the ground, likely by a previous client. "Quiet, slave," she ordered, smiling slightly when he clenched his teeth tightly, not allowing a sound to escape his muzzle when his backside stung once more. \_Ah, there,\_she thought as the mass of leather straps finally became untangled in her paws. Murring softly to herself, she stepped into the straps and pulled it up smoothly over her legs, the well conditioned scales allowing the supple leather to slide easily up to her hips. As the antelope slave watched, she tightened the buckles around her legs and hips, so that it was fastened in place quite securely. Then, with a near vindictive grin, she lifted the equine dildo to fasten into a convenient slot at the front of the harness, over Amethyst's crotch. The antelope's eyes widened in shock; she was going to use it as a strap-on! She chuckled lewdly at his understanding, stroking the fake phallus slowly as if it truly was her own, watching his realisation blossom with great, personal relish. Standing before his muzzle, she presented the dildo to his muzzle, smirking all the while. "Suck it, slut," she growled. "Do a good job and I might put a drop of lube on this before rutting you." Hearing this, he whimpered, not liking the thought of such a large dildo driving into his backside with no lube at all, however erotic he found the thought of this mistress taking him anally with a strap-on. And, indeed, he found it as arousing as the paddling he had received, as his member was harder than ever, slick with pre that had rolled down his length - the only tantalising stimulation he was permitted to his genitals thus far. He moistened his lips briefly before diving down on to the dark length, a muffled groan sounding as the thickness stretched his jaw wide, the flared head hitting the back of his throat. Mistress Amethyst hissed in pleasure, gripping the back of his head and some of his short mane of hair tightly to hold his head in place as she drove deeply into his muzzle. Gagging at the brutal muzzle fucking, the antelope squirmed and tried to pull his muzzle away, only to yelp around the dildo when his muzzle was slapped, hard. "Stay still," she snarled furiously, a spark of anger ignited in her belly. Taking a firmer grip upon his head, Amethyst tilted his muzzle up slightly and thrust forward brutally, shoving the tip of the dick into the helpless antelope's throat. He gasped and tried to gulp as that huge member was forced into his throat, the highly visible bulge clear to see as it was pushed in deeper and deeper. Too big! His eyes rolled back in his head as his air supply was cut off, fighting the urge to struggle as he knew he would only receive another slap. Amethyst, however, was purring loudly, delighting in her ruthless rutting of the slave's muzzle, only increasing her force when he gave up on struggling. Suddenly, the dildo was dragged from his muzzle, allowing him to gasp frantically for breath, but a deeper urge bade him to stretch after the phallus, still eager to have it back within his muzzle, if not his throat. The dragoness ran a paw over his muzzle lightly, leaning back and making him work for it, while he desperately stretched his tongue out for the phallus, finally shifting close enough to permit him to lap over the dildos flared head. "Such an eager little cock slut now, aren't you, slave?" She growled lowly, beginning to feed inch after inch of the equine dick back into his muzzle while he grunted and made soft little groans of contentment. He pressed his tongue against the base of the dildo, licking up to the tip while it moved within his muzzle, slurping greedily along the thick length and suckling hungrily. The antelope could not help feeling disappointed when she pulled the strap-on from his muzzle, a small whimper of lust passing his lips when he tried to reach after it. Amethyst traced her paw along his spine as she walked round to the antelope's rear again, listening to him murr with need under her touch. Grabbing a bottle of lubricant, she threw the cap aside and drizzled a hefty dose along the dildo, rubbing the slickness along the length with a low purr. "You may cum when I give permission, slave, but under the condition that you lick up every drop of cum that you produce. Understood?" He nodded enthusiastically, wriggling his rear at the dragoness pressed the lubricated tip to his anal ring, so pleased that Mistress Amethyst was going to allow him to cum through this act. His erection was still rampant and aching for the single release that he was seldom permitted and he moaned loudly, desperate to have her rut him hard and fast as if he was a mere bitch in heat. Somehow, she had hit a deep set trigger for him - he *wanted* to serve her more than any other master or mistress that had made use of his services. "Murr, so eager," Mistress Amethyst purred, grinding her dripping member between his cheeks, greatly pleased with his reactions so far. Yes, he would do very nicely when the purchase went ahead, for she was now sure that she wanted this slave for her own, to mate and use every day. The antelope groaned as the broad, equine head was pressed to his pucker again, the pressure unrelenting this time. He panted softly, fighting against instinct so that he would relax and allow easier entrance. Lubricated up as he was, Amethyst didn't find it too difficult to gain access to his tail hole, the blunt head of the dildo popping in most satisfactorily while the antelope moaned wantonly, trying to push back even as he remained bound. He squeezed his tail hole tightly around the phallus, gasping as it slid in smoothly, bumping against his prostate, not without an edge of pain, which only heightened his enjoyment. "Take it, slut," Mistress Amethyst snarled, digging her claws into his hips as she grabbed him roughly, giving a single vicious thrust with her hips to drive the entire length of the strap-on into his tight tail hole. The slave's eyes opened wide and he whimpered softly from the pain of such a forceful hilting within his tail hole, but still could not suppress a lusty moan, blushing warmly at his own arousal and behaviour. "Please, my Mistress," he begged, squeezing down hard upon the dildo again, the pressure felt against Amethyst's crotch. "Please fuck this slave - use me for your pleasure." "Oh, I intend to," she murmured in a silky tone. "Although your begging is truly delightful, slave." He flushed deeply at her approval, pressing his rear back against her crotch and grunting happily when she began pumping in and out of his willing hole at a steady pace, her aggressiveness only building with every stroke. The phallus quickly warmed with the heat of the slave's interior, allowing his imagination to wander and make him half believe that it really *was* a thick equine dick ploughing into his fuck hole. He gave a lusty gasp at the idea, clenching down rhythmically upon the dildo as if he was attempting to milk the dick for a heavy load of cum. Amethyst snarled with a near feral lust as she fucked his hole fiercely, taking no care or consideration for the fur beneath her. For there was a textured nub on the inside of the strap-on harness that rubbed perfectly against her clit as her motions became more vicious. And he delighted in every second of it. Amethyst hissed and pounded in as ferociously as ever, looking down with a lusty gaze to watch the dildo sliding in and out of the slave's tail hole. She moved with some difficulty, due to the sheer force with which he was clenching down upon it, although this only served to fuel her arousal. The textured nub with little bumps ground wonderfully against her clit as she thrust, eyes narrowing to slits as she sought to increase her own pleasure. Her claws dug into his hips even more forcibly as she altered her angle slightly, giving a low moan of sexual bliss as the new angle forced this nub to hit a particularly sweet spot upon her clitoris. "Ah, ahhhh!" The antelope cried out in pleasure. The new angle directed the dildo right over his prostrate, the rough action eliciting a little pain with every one of the dragoness' thrusts, but still sending a thick spurt of pre cum shooting from his cock repeatedly. Being pushed closer and closer to orgasm, he grit his teeth together hard and strained his head back, the strain clearly showing in the taut muscles of his neck and back, his fur becoming damp and sweaty from the exertion of restraining himself. Then he heard the words he longed to hear. "Cum for me now, slave," she commanded, grinding her crotch against his ass and snarling loudly as the action drove her closer to her own much needed release. Hearing this, the antelope whimpered in delight, his tense muscles relaxing as he allowed himself to be used and thrust wildly over the edge. Cock spurting a heavy load of cum against the padded bench, he shuddered at the pleasure of being permitted to cum at last, despite the abuse - it was utterly delicious after such a long time, like having a fine meal after starving for weeks, he supposed. He shook his muzzle and moaned as his climax continued, wriggling his rear against his thrusting Mistress, still trying to please her in the only way that he could. His whole body shook as his orgasm took him, the intensity wracking his entire frame even as the dragoness pounded into his backside and hit her own release. Amethyst threw her head back and roared out her climax, the sound shockingly loud in the enclosed space where her roar echoed almost eerily. She shuddered and ground against the slender antelope, a gush of feminine juices being squeezed from her sex by the strong spasms of pleasure, lips parting in a smile as ripples of bliss washed through her body. They stayed like that for a while, the antelope quivering and bent over the padded bench and Amethyst with the strap-on buried deep in his ass, purring through the afterglow of her orgasm. But she had more plans for her time with this slave and could not remain inside his sweet tail hole for an eternity. She pulled out with a lewd squelch of lubricant, chuckling at the antelope's squeak of protest, and stepped back a pace, surveying him in his bonds. Dropping to a crouch behind him, she unbuckled the leather cuffs around his ankles and then his wrists, using her tail to drag the tiring slave to a standing position. She directed his muzzle down, with a tug of his collar, to the mess of cum he had made, splattered against the bench and pooled thickly on the floor. "Lick it up." Obedient as ever, he fell to all fours and began by lapping up his own cum from the stone floor, his tongue rasping against the stone rhythmically. It was not the first time he had tasted his cum, but the salty taste still made him shudder in mild revulsion, although he was becoming more accustomed to it with every instance in which he was ordered to. With a few strong swipes of his tongue, he finished cleaning off the floor and moved up to the padded bench. Some of his cum had soaked into the material, but he did the best he could, lapping at the soft fabric until every drop rolling down the side of the bench was gone. The only evidence of his cum was a damp patch of saliva on the padding; he looked up to Amethyst eagerly, twitching his ears and hoping furtively that the job he had done was acceptable. Mistress Amethyst removed the strap-on while watching the antelope lick, nodding only briefly when he looked to her for approval. He was surely eager enough to please, she had found, much to her own advantage. Her nimble fingers found their way between her soaked thighs, where her feminine juices ran down her scales, two diving into her sodden cunny and pleasuring herself before the slave. He watched rapturously, mouth hanging open slightly, before giving a whine of desire and need. The dragoness chuckled and shook her head, pointing to the leash trailing on the floor and snapping her fingers; the antelope immediately grabbed it and presented it to her on his palms. She took it lightly between her fingers and led him over to a mattress in the corner of the room, her tail resting heavily on his back so that he could not stand up and was forced to crawl instead. The mattress was clean and made from a soft grey material, with plenty of straps around the edge to restrain a slave, but Amethyst was not interested in those - she had already tested the antelope in bondage. "Lie down on your back," she said firmly, releasing his leash as he crawled over to do as she asked. Lying down on his back, the antelope felt surprisingly vulnerable, but he did so regardless, laying his arms down gently alongside his sides. He gasped when Mistress Amethyst lowered herself over him, straddling his hips with her larger form, treating him to a lovely view of her shapely form and perky, full breasts. With a start, he realised that his cock was already at full attention once more, despite cumming such a short time before. "Use your own initiative to pleasure me," she purred quietly, running a paw down his chest lightly, watching the slave shiver at her touch, nodding his acknowledgement of what the dragoness had said. Without any warning, she lowered herself on to his rampant cock, murring softly as he entered her fully. He drew in a sharp breath, not expecting this, but relaxed against the mattress, slowly bringing one paw up to caress her six breasts, teasing her nipples gently with his fingertips. Emboldened by Mistress Amethyst's moans of delight and approval, he rubbed his other paw against the folds of her sex, stroking back and for over the firm bud of her clit, engorged with her arousal. "Mm, keep doing that," she ordered, her chest rising and falling heavily with the deep breaths she was taking, the antelope's shaft still buried deep inside her cunny. He was happy to oblige, using his paws to adore her scaled form, as she started riding his shaft slowly, using his cock for her own pleasure and angling her hips so that he pressed against her g-spot. Despite not being able to feel it inside her, he could tell when his cock rubbed the bundle of nerves in just the right way, as the dragoness hissed and arched her back just a little when the shot of pleasure rang through her body. Steadily, her bouncing upon his cock increased in pace and force, shoving his crotch down into the mattress every time she moved down. The antelope shook his muzzle and moaned loudly, feeling how he was already being pushed towards his own release so quickly and unexpectedly. It was just such an arousing situation to him, being ridden by a female and allowed to please her as well as he could - he spent so much time in tight bondage that he found it a complete luxury to use the full extent of his skills to pleasure a femfur. Another deep, throaty moan came from his lips as his cock throbbed and leaked pre cum inside the dragoness' hot, tight cunny, which gripped his cock so wonderfully. Purring at his attentions, Amethyst's pace increased, pushing down on his cock and fingers simultaneously and rolling her eyes back from the intense pleasure radiating through her. The pressure of her clit was heavenly and he seemed to know exactly what spots to caress with his fingertips; *he certainly will not need training in how to pleasure a female fur*, she thought to herself through a euphoric haze. Seeing how close the antelope was getting to ejaculating, however, she snarled and grabbed his collar, dragging his attention back towards her. "Don't you dare cum, slave, until I'm satisfied," she hissed aggressively even as her hips lowered once more to take him balls deep into her cunny. Nodding fervently, the antelope resisted the intense urge to climax inside her, as tempting as it was to do so and take whatever punishment was decided afterwards. But he could not do it, he wanted to please her. So he held himself back, denying himself the orgasm he craved, but rubbing her clit more furtively, seeking out the sweet spots that would drive his mistress closer to her second climax. What did it matter if he came or not? He had to please her, not because he had to, but because he desired to. "Ah...keep rubbing my clit, slut," Amethyst moaned, sensing the first tremors of her approaching climax, her tail tip twitching madly as she rode his cock more vigorously, as if, to her, he was no more than a living sex toy. "Play with my nipples, slave." Following her directions, he focused the majority of his attention upon rubbing her nipples, squeezing them between his thumb and forefinger gently, pleased with the response he was getting from his mistress. His length slid in and out of her cunny with lewd squelches as a mixture of pre cum and Amethyst's juices were squeezed out around his length, pooling around the base of his sheath and trailing down the dragoness' thighs. "Mm, yes, yes!" Amethyst shook her head and roared, her pleasure resounding throughout the room as she slammed down on his cock a final time, giving a high pitched screech of pleasure. Her passage clenched tightly around the antelope's cock, making him gasp at the unprecedented burst of stimulation that sent him over the edge too, moaning and struggling not to thrust up into the dragoness as his seed flooded into her cunny. Amethyst purred at the hot splash of antelope cum inside her, which only heightened her ecstasy, groaning deeply at the long, powerful orgasm. When both of their orgasms ended, the antelope was entirely drained, collapsed against the mattress with his eyes closed, striving to regain his breath. Amethyst shook her head at the slave, thinking that he was very lucky that her time with him was at an end; if it had not been at an end, she would have had to tie him in the position of her choosing in order to continue fucking. But, stamina could come with training. Waggling her fingers in a mock wave at the spent slave, Amethyst wrenched herself upright, cum and juices leaking from her cunny, and padded to the door, walking straight out into the corridor. She strutted back down, tail swaying cockily as she approached the vixen at the main desk, not wishing to waste any more time, now that her assessment of the product was complete. "Good enough," she said casually, adopting an indifferent tone while the vixen widened her eyes incredulously at the dragoness' nakedness. "How quickly can you have him prepared and sent to my home?" "Within the day, Miss," she replied smoothly, quickly composing herself. "Although payment is required up front, you are aware." "Of course," Amethyst remarked casually. "The aforementioned price?" "That is correct. Would you like to pay via card, cash or cheque, at your convenience?" The vixen asked in a monotone as if this was the kind of transaction she performed every day. "I'll have him bring it to you now. You can never begin training them for personal use too soon, you know!" Amethyst smirked. The vixen smiled knowingly, glancing beneath her desk where her own fox slave rested, licking her foot paws compliantly. Seeing her looking, he paused in his licking, only to yelp quietly as she pushed her foot roughly against his lips, holding the other at the back of his head so that he could not move away even if he wished to. Once he had resumed licking to her satisfaction, she released the slave, allowing him to continue, and winked up at one very amused dragoness, who had guessed at what was happening beneath the desk. "Yes, Miss Amethyst, early training is always a benefit."

Title: Malus... by Cameron Winter Tags: Abduction, Bondage, Fantasy, Harsh, M/F, Rape, Torture, Virgin It was starting to get late, the sun dipping low on the horizon when Katey began the ride home. She was an otteress, slim and attractive, aged sixteen and bearing soft brown fur, long dark hair that ran to the gentle curve of her hips and glittering hazel eyes. Her fine dress fluttered slightly in the breeze as she rode through the forrest between the village and her family's mannor house, flanked by two guards from the town militia who had been assigned to escort her home. There had been talk of bandits hiding in these woods of late, nothing new really, but it was the tales of a certain bandit that were doing the rounds in the taverns and making cubs quiver in fright under the blankets at night... Malus had come to haunt the town of Maar-Gahn, a dark wraith who snatched young virgin maidens and dragged them away, never to be seen again. Katey laughed when she heared these stories, just old wives tales, told to keep their daughter's at home or by young men desperate for their sweethearts to put out to them. Katey was herself still a virgin ...for now at least. She looked over at one of her escorts, a stocky, yet handsome young seargent from the town guard named Hartz. He was a badger, posessing a solid frame, ruggedly handsome features and neatly lined marking of back and white on his face, wearing the light leather hauberk and grey coat of the local contabulary. She smiled at him, the two of them having flirted almost the whole day as she was shopping in the town market. Hartz began to smile back at her, looking as if he were about to make another seemingly scandalous comment about noble ladies seeking a bit of rough among the common folk when the smile froze on his face, accompanied by a whistling howl. Blood trickled from the badger's mouth and he pitched forwards from his horse, falling to the dirt with a black arrow sticking from his back. Katey screamed loudly and spun to her other escort, an older sheepdog who almost instantly fell from his horse too, peiarced in the throat. She looked about wildly, seeing only fleeting glimpses of a shape moving fast between the trees. Panic taking her, Katey spurred her horse into a full gallop, thundering along the forret path towards the mannor house and hopefully safety. Her eyes widened as the black shape fluttered like an evil spector onto the path ahead of her, a longbow in its hand, held by a black glove. The spector raised the bow, drew back an arrow and shot the horse right out from under Katey, the poor creature whinnying as it lurched forwards, hurling the otteress from its back onto the hard ground, rolling painfully into a heap at the spector's feet. Her whole body hurt, her dress was torn and small cuts and bruises covered her arms and legs as she looked up at the dark figure looming over her...a white flash of a smile glimmered in a dark hood and he siezed her, roughly dragging her to her feet and forcing a rag against Katey's muzzle. She struggled feebly, trying to hold her breath against the drug-soaked cloth, but eventually her lungs burned and she was forced to take in a breath. The fumes flowed in through her covered mouth and nose, darkness followed... \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Katey awoke in pain. Her arms burned with strain, pulled tight to the sides above her head, so she was suspeneded from them by chafing leather cuffs that cut into her wrists. She opened her eyes, squinting as the light hurt them at first before they adjusted. The sight that surrounded her was both enthralling and frightening. She was in a large cave of some kind, rough stone walls and a low cealing hung with stalactites and out croppings of glowing crystal that gave off soft red light, illuminating the cavern with a blood like hue. Water ran in a stream from a small water fall and into a deep pool several meters away from Katey. Twisting her head as far round as she could, the flexible otteress could see behind her, but not for long as her shoulders burned and stabs of sharp pain lanced through her strained muscles. Sumptuous black silks and cushons were arranged in a living area fit for a king, with a large comfy looking bed, a table arranged with food and wine, chests and boxes filled with all manner of treasure and fine cloths...and...Katey's eyes flew wide when she saw the racks of whips, crops, pincers, whipping rods, brands and all manner of impliments of torture. She began to struggle in her bonds, panicking and desperate to break free, but managing only to make herself swing back and forth on the straps that held her almost as foot off the floor and making her arms hurt even more. She whimpered at the pain and a sinister laugh echoed through the chamber. "Go on, struggle, cry, it's all so delicious to me," A cruel voice said mockingly. Katey looked around for the source of the voice, but could see no one. Suddenly as she tried to look behind herself again, there was the black spector in front of her, who had murdered her escorts and dragged her here. His hand lashed out and grabbed Katey by the muzzle, squeezing painfully hard and pushing her head back. His other hand shot out and fixed onto one of her small creamy white furred breasts, sharp feline claws digging into the soft flesh and making her cry out. Katey then realised that she was naked... "So soft, so fresh and full of life. Perhaps you know now why I only take virgins young one," The spector said in a deep, resonating voice, forcing Katey to look at him and pushing back his hood. Underneith was a feline, maybe a young panther in his twenties, but...wrong. His fur was midnight blue, short and dense like velvet, his muzzle was smaller, shorter than it should have been, his ears too were wrong, but in contrast to his muzzle, they were much longer and narrower than normal, reaching back past the back of his head with a slight curve to them...and those eyes, burning red with slitted pupils like a reptile. The cruel smile on his lips finished the effect, giving him a frighteningly handsome look, unnaturally attractive and yet deadly as a serpent. She had no doubt at all who this male was... "M...Malus..." Katey squeeked in fear and then she screamed as he dug his claws into her breast again, breaking the skin and drawing a small trickle of blood. "Who told you to speak? You will do only as I tell you, or the pain will be much greater," The male snarled before turning away from the frightened otteress with a flap of a flowing black silken cloak. He strode behind her and she could hear the sounds of a winch being cranked. Katey felt her legs being pulled appart and she looked down, to her horror seeing leather cuffs like the ones holding her wrists, attached to heavy ropes, secured around her ankles. She tried to resist, to pull her legs together against the winch but it was no use. Her legs were pulled wider and wider, till she hung spread-eagaled with her arms and legs painfully far appart and exposing her pussy. Malus returned to her front, smiling as he looked at her face and the pained expression she wore, the stiffled sobs as her legs began to burn alongside her arms, hanging completely at this evil male's mercy. "You have indeed guessed right though, that I am Malus. I'm amazed that so many of my playthings guess that correctly, when so few have ever seen my face. I will save you the trouble of asking the questions I already know you want to ask, but won't for fear of further punishment. I have taken you because your father is lord of Maar-Gahn and I have already sent word of your capture to him. He will pay me a ransom for your return, or he will never see you again, it is that simple," He said, running his claw-tip down Katey's body, dragging it across her nipples and down her belly, delighting in the way she squirmed and futilly tried to get away from his grasp. "Your other question is 'What am I?', well that is a more complex question. I shall answer it with a question of my own: Have you ever heard of the Dark Elves?" Malus said, stopping his hand on Katey's left buttock and digging in his claws again. Katey shuddered, both in pain and in fear as he spoke. The Dark Elves were an ancient race, old when all the furr races were new. They were unmatched in their knowlage, their culture, their power...and their cruelty, delighting in the torment and pain of the 'Lesser' races. They were thought, or rather \*hoped\* long gone from the world since the great war with their good cousins the High Elves. "My mother was a Dark Elven preistess of the dark god Khane. She took a panther warrior for her mate and bore me, raised me in the tradition of her people and taught me all the secrets of my Dark Elf ancestors. I admit, my life as a bandit and assassin is some what low from what my people once were, but that is not what drives me. The gold I take in exchange for the lives of those I kill pays for the opulence deserving of my heretage, but it is not my true passion in life. You will make a diverting toy for my enjoyment while your father gathers my rather hefty ransom," He continued, disappearing from Katey's sight as he circled her again. She twisted desperately as he walked behind her and saw him standing at the racks of torture tools. Her arms protested and gave out as he selected an item and began to return with it. "Do not fear too much little one. I won't cause too much damage. Your father will expect you returned to him more or less safe and whole...if he chooses to pay my ransom for you. Other wise, I may yet make a profit selling you as a sex slave. A comely young woman such as yourself will fetch an excellent price in Khaar Tobaa, escpescially if she is a virgin...of course I will have to test you out first, see just how much you are worth. Who knows, I may even decide to keep you for myself," He said, coming closer and closer behind her. Katey could take it any more. Sell her as a sex slave? She had seen the way they were treated, especially in the southern lands. "Please, just let me go, I'm begging you, please just..." She was cut off by her own high pitched scream as the whiplash struck across the small of her back. \*CRACK\* "I did not tell you to speak girl, or did you forget?" Malus shouted, snarling as he recoiled the black leather whip in his hands. He walked back to the racks and selected a wide ring gag, covered with leather and forced it into Katey's mouth, spreading her jaws painfully wide and then strapping it tightly around her head. "All I want from you right now, is your screams and I \*will\* have them \*Slave\*," He snarled into her ears as he walked around behind her again, the winches cranking and pulling at Katey's bonds even tighter, like a torturer's rack...exactly like a torturer's rack in fact. \*CRACK\* The whip struck in almost the exact same spot it had hit her the first time on the small of her back, making her scream out loud and pull at the ropes. The leather cuffs holding her wrists and ankles dug into her tender flesh as she strained at them and the whip cracked twice more. \*CRACK\* \*CRACK\* Each whiplash hit her in the center of both shoulder blades in exactly the same spot on each. Tears streamed down the otteress' face and she sobbed loudly, another loud scream echoing off the cave walls as the whip struck twice more on the backs of her legs, right on the soft parts of the back of her knees. \*CRACK\* \*CRACK\* Katey was almosy hyperventilating and she hung limply in her bond, or as limply as one could spread-eagaled in rack-tight leather bindings. Her cheeks were wet with tears and she sobbed uncontrolably, the large ring-gag making sure her sobs were let out and echoed loudly in the cavern, the walls apparently chosen for their accoustic properties to amplify the sounds of females in pain. Her screams were even louder as the next two lashes struck on each of her pert buttocks. \*CRACK\* \*CRACK\* Malus began to walk around to Katey's front, the whip coiled in his hand. His cloak was gone and she could see through her tear filled eyes that he was stripped to the waiste. A thin, almost apparently willowy body, covered wth impossibly perfect toned muscles, glistened with sweat, brought on by his excitement. That was said to be the way of elves, their bodies elegant, perfect creations, without the need for the bulk and mass of the bodies of the lesser peoples. He still wore his black leather knee-high boots and a pair of close fitting trousers, dark purple and apparently woven of silk. A huge bulge could be seen at his crotch as he pulled back his arm, uncoiling the whip and swinging forwards. \*CRACK\* \*CRACK\* The whip struck each of Katey's breasts, making her scream longer and louder than anything yet, as the red hot lances of agony ripped through her breasts, joining with the pain from the rest of her body where the lash had struck her on her back, shoulders, legs and ass. It hadn't just been the lashes, or the power behind them though...it was the accuracy. The tip of the whip had struck right on top of each of Katey's nipples, such that she expected to look down and see them gone, only bloody holes where they had been torn off by the lash. Instead when she looked down, through the tears and the haze of agony, she saw her small, berry like pink nipples, standing up and glowing with heat. Malus began to coil the whip and tied it up with the thin end, tossing it onto the ground nearby as he examined his handywork. "Ten lashes, a good start I think. And you've done well slave, you didn't even pass out and that will increase your price at market three fold if I come to sell you," He said, smirking and approching closer. He dragged one of his claws across Katey's right nipple, still tender and glowing. It made Katey cry out again, arching her back as the pain from her oversensitive nipple burned through her breast. Malus laughed and walked away behind her again. When he returned, he attached a leather collar around Katey's neck, pulling it just a little less than chokingly tight. "You will need this, a little something that will help you adjust to your new life if your father feels that his gold is worth more than you," He said, as he passed another rope down between her legs, running it through an eye-bolt in the floor in front of her and then clipping it to the collar by a ring at it's front. He then walked back behind her and the winches began to crank again, pulling on the collar and forcing Katey's head down, while the wrist bonds were slackened, just enough so that she could be forced down into a 'bent over' position, her head and torso almost paralelle to the floor. When Malus returned, he was completly naked and once again Katey trembled at what she saw. In comparison to the rest of his slender body, Malus' cock was huge, fully ten inches long and two inches thick. Then there were the barbs; pronounced feline barbs that were garunteed to claw at a female's insides. "You seem to have got me all worked up slave and you are going to have to help me do something about that," He said, grinning with malicious, sadistic glee. Katey shook her head no, making terrified squeeks and begging with her eyes as he grabbed her hair tightly, pulling on it as he shoved his dick through the ring gag and into her mouth, pushing it all the way down to her throat. Malus' cock had silky smooth skin and it taisted clean...almost perfect Katey would have said, if she could have taisted it. Instead she just struggled vainly, her gagging reflex making her throat flex and swollow around the huge invader and the barbs scratched the linings, making her throat burn like the rest of her body. Malus smiled and murred with pleasure as he began to fuck Katey's face. He would thrust deep into her throat for several seconds, watching her squirming, desperate for breath and then he would pull back, letting her drag in air before plunging back in and feeling those throat muscles of her's ripple around his cock-head. "Yessssss, this is deffinately going to put your price up...You mouth feels good slave...Ahhhhhh yeah...Here comes your reward," He moaned, gritting his teeth and then thrusting his cock all the way as far down Katey's throat as it would go. Hot streams of cum spurted down her throat as he bucked his crotch against the otter girl's mouth, the barbs making it agonising everytime her throat muscles reflexively squeezed around Malus' cock. He held it there this time, not letting her breath. She began to panic, thrashing as far as her bonds would allow and Malus just laughed as he watched her. Her lungs desperately sucked for air, but all they got was empty nothing. Her vision fogged and she blacked out... \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Katey was laying down on her front, bent over as she began to come around, of that she was sure. She could feel cold, hard wood under her body and it felt good against the burning flesh on her breasts, but that was the only good sensation. Her arms were pulled out in front of her, stretched out tightly and her legs were spread wide, the same chafing leather cuffs apparently holding them. She opened her eyes slowly, dreading what she would see. There was a large mirror in front of her and Katey could see her self for the first time, strapped down and bent over a table of somekind, her arms held by ropes that ran through a ringbolt at the head of the table and her legs tied at the ankles to the table's widely spaced legs, so her ass was on full display. The collar was still around her neck, but the ring-gag was gone, replaced by a leather muzzle that was pulled just as painfully tight and making it hard to breath through her nose. Looking into her own bloodshot eyes, she could see the dark rings of tears surrounding them. The first hint she got that Malus was still there was when her long tail was suddenly wrenched forwards and lances of pain shot through its tip as a sharp edged clamp was used to fix it to the back of Katey's collar, forcing her to arch her back to stop the collar from strangling her. Her cries were muffled by the tight leather muzzle, spasms of pain running through her back muscles and at the base of her tail, but it was better than choking herself...or was it? "I was waiting for you to wake up before I did that. Its simply no fun if a slave is still passed out for the best part of trussing them up for their deflowering," Malus said, stepping into her field of view in the mirror, still nude and sporting another massive erection that seemed to spring up at her sounds of strain. Katey widened her eyes at his words. He was going to rape her? She thought he said he would keep her a virgin, if only so she would fetch him a better price as a slave. "Do not worry little one," He said, running his finger tips up and down her slit couple of times, making her squirm some more. "This is still safe for now...but this..." He said, squeezing Katey's pert buttocks and dragging one of his sharp claws across her tailhole. "This is most deffinately mine for the taking." Katey squealed in realisation, struggling at the ropes holding her down on the table and seeing her own desperate, fearful expression in the mirror. Malus laughed out loud, tilting his head back and filling the whole cavern with his mirth. "I do love it when they struggle and that look in their eyes when they realise what I am going to do...Poetry," He said, as if he were critiquing a painting. He walked away, Katey only just able to follow him in the mirror as he walked back to his racks of 'Toys', her view partly obscured by her own tail as it arched high over her back, connecting by the clamp to the back of her collar. He retruned with a tall, fluted bottle of some kind of fluid in one hand and a long, thin ebon rod in the other, the width of a finger span and fully three feet long. He set the bottle to one side and hefted the rod in the other, testing its weight for a moment or two... \*WHIP\* Katey arched and screamed as best she could into the mask covering her muzzle as the rod swung down with great speed right across her buttocks. "I came to an observation recently," Malus said casually as he reached back and swung the rod again. \*WHIP\* \*WHIP\* He waited until Katey was finished screaming for the moment before continuing. "This practice of noble children, having whipping boys and girls as part of their household, to take their punishment for them when they do bad." \*WHIP\* \*WHIP\* \*WHIP\* \*WHIP\* Katey almost passed out again as each and every strike of the rod fell on the exact same line across her backside, creating a white-hot track just below the level of her pink virgin tailhole. She forced herself to keep her head up so her tail attached to the leather collar would not choke her as she panted desperately for breath through the smothering leather mask. "It is a practice that I can appreciate, but not one I can understand. Surely it is pointless to punish the whipping boy for something someone else has done. Maybe you did and maybe you didn't have one of these in your household when you were little, but I take great pleasure in setting this conundrum right when ever I have a noble lady in my power," Malus said as the rod rose again and he once again doubled the number of rapid strikes against Katey's tender ass. \*WHIP\* \*WHIP\* \*WHIP\* \*WHIP\* \*WHIP\* \*WHIP\* \*WHIP\* \*WHIP\* The young otteress couldn't even scream any more, her lungs burned too much and not enough air could pass through the holes in the mask for her to breath through. Her eyes were screwed shut and tears soked her face again. She then felt the straps of the mask loosen and then fall away, cool air kissing her face and allowing her to breath more freely again. Her whole body shuddered with her sobs and her eyes came open, misty with tears. Malus stood smiling over her in the mirror, his red eyes glimmering and his hard cock glistening with pre-cum from his raw enjoyment of her agony. "It simply wouldn't do for you to pass out again, not so soon and not untill I've finished with you. Besides, I think I'll want to hear you begging and pleading with me as I use your tight tailhole for my pleasure," He said, setting down the rod and picking up the bottle. Katey couldn't speak yet, her lungs were still burning too much, but she shook her head, struggled in her bonds, desperately tried to yank her tail down, despite how much it hurt or pulled on her throat. She looked at Malus' massive cock and the barbs on it's head. She remembered the way it had felt when he forced it down her throat and now he was going to force it up her ass. "N...No...Please, anything, but please don't do it to me...I..." She stammered and it only made Malus laugh. "I may have to reconsider leaving you ungagged for this. Such musical whimpers, such abject fear...Its almost enough to make me shoot my load before I even get it inside of you," He said, sneering at the terrorfied Otteress strapped down in front of him. He unstopped the bottle and poured out a generous ammount of some dark green, oily substance and he began to massge it along the length of his cock. His head tilted back and he moaned a little at the pleasure of his own touch. Soon the livid pink of his cock was tinted green and he positioned himself, pressing the barbed head of his member under Katey's tail. She struggled even harder, desperate to escape, despite the ropes holding her down. "This is a favourite lotion I use when taking a girl up her ass the first time. It makes the experience glorious for me and ...well, not \*as\* unpleasant as it would be otherwise for you," He said, looking into her eyes in the mirror. "No, I beg you, don't..." Once again, Katey's screams filled the air as Malus shoved forwards, her tailhole resisting the intruder and making him shove harder, forcing his big cock into her inch by inch, her anus resisting all the way and adding to her pain. The oil on Malus' dick lubricated his entry, preventing it from doing any serious injury, certainly nothing that could prove possibly fatal or effect her sale price as a slave. Katey was already exhausted with screaming by the time he was hilted in her tailhole, her buttocks still in sharp aggony from their whipping. "Mmmmm, yess...So tight...so warm," Malus moaned as he gripped Katey's hips and dug his claws in. He began to pull out of her, the otteress' screams hitting a new high as the barbs clawed her insides. Malus pulled out to the head of his ten inches and then forced them back in hard, rocking Katey's body forwards with the impact and slamming his pelvis against her glowing hot and painfullly whipped ass. Again and again, he rammed his thick cock in her, the raw aggony tearing through her lower body every time he raped her tailhole. Finally, after what felt like hours of constant pain, Malus snarled and bucked himself against Katey's hips and she felt his seed shooting into her gut, adding another burning to her ravaged insides. Only the threat of strangulation had kept Katey's head up and thus concious, as her body's natural pain response tried to make her black out. She felt the clamp on the end of her tail release, letting her tail fall back down and her head fall forwards. She panted desperate for breath and utterly exhausted. Her head rose again a second later as Malus savagely yanked his cock out of her and the barbs felt as if they were tearing her anal ring. Another intruder, a huge leather phallus even bigger than Malus' cock was lubricated and forced up her ass, strapped into place around her thighs and he began to walk away. "Pleasant dreams..." He called mockingly, as he left Katey there, quivering with residual pain from her first night of torture for his pleasure... \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* It went on for three days like this. Every morning, Malus would give her a drink of warm, stagnant water before hanging Katey spread eagaled and whipping her on the back, shoulders, legs, buttocks and breasts, each day increasing the number of lashes from ten, to twenty, to thirty as each day passed. Then once he had whipped her, he would draw her head down and rape her mouth, forcing it down her throat untill she passed out from suffacation. Katey almost looked forwards to that, as the periods of blissful oblivion that followed were the only periods of relife she got from the constant torture and humiliation. But when she awoke, she would find herself in a new, but always equally painful position. Malus it seemed took great pride in the creative ways in which he could inflict cruelty and agony. On the first day after her kidnap, he hung Katey upside down by her widely splayed legs, her arms bound tightly behind her in a leather sheath, forcing her elbows right together and pulled down to the ground by heavy weights attached to the end. More weights were attached to pullys, holding the ropes attached to her ankles, so they were pulled appart, forcing her into a splits. A final set of weights was added, attached to Katey's long braided hair so as a result, all of her limbs were being pulled upon like some kind of inverted rack. Malus left her like that for several hours, while he left his lair to attend some bussiness. When he returned, there was blood painted across his fine black cloths and a satisfied smile on his face. He walked up to Katey, still bound and stretched upside down and proceeded to force her breasts together and titty-fucked her. Katey's breasts were fairly small, but as Malus dug his claws into their tender flesh, he found enough to press around his cock, the fact that to do so meant his claws left bloody scratches in the white fur covering the otteress' front, well that was just an added bonus to him. The second day, Malus tied Katey's hands to a ring above her head between two small streams of water that were trickling slowly from the cealing in some deep part of his cavern lair. She was gagged, with a large inflatable bladder in her mouth, that was pumped up to stretch her jaws painfully wide. A similar bladder was inserted into her tailhole and pumped up equally wide. These hurt enough as it is, but they weren't the true torture the half dark elven panther had in mind. He wrapped a leather corsette around Katey's waist, much like the ones used by ladies in court to accentuate their figures and attract males. As he laced it up, Katey noted with some confusion that the laces were extremely long...far too long in fact to be used to practically tie up the corsette without leaving a long trailing line of laces behind her. Then Malus ran the laces through another set of rings on either side of her, right under each stream of water, with plenty of space between the end of the strings and the floor. Finally, the object of the torment became clear when he tied a pair of large buckets to the ends of each set of strings, catching the drips from the streams. Malus then left her there again, attending to what ever grisly deeds required his attentions today. The buckets slowly filled with water, pulling the drawstrings of the corsette tighter and tighter. The corsette squeezed on Katey's chest and midriff, making it harder to breath with each passing minute untill finally it felt as if her ribs were being crushed. The pressure this created on the bladder inserted in her anus only made things worse as it added to the pains of the criss-crossing collection of welts and bruises covering her nubile body. Finally, after six hours of this, Malus returned, slashing through the corsette strings and laughing as Katey gasped and choked for breath. The third day, he tied Katey in a very severe hog-tie, with her forearms bound to her calves and bending her whole body back in an arch. He had inserted another inflatable bladder into her mouth and pumped it right up again, before attaching it by a small ring to a rope hanging from the carvern cealing. Hoisting her up like this by her painfully stretched jaws, he then positioned a large, metal phallus under her and lowered her so the bulbous head was forced unlubricated into her tailhole. He then released some of the air from the bladder, so that Katey had to actually hold on with her teeth to keep from slipping down and forcing that monster phallus all the way into her ass. It widely flared the further down the shaft one got and Malus had coated it with something that smelt sharp and chemecal. Once again, he left her like that for the day and was gratified to return to her loud screams echoing through the lair as her jaws finally gave out and she was forced wide open by the phallus, the stuff coating it \*burning\* like fire in Katey's tailhole. At the end of every day, Malus would strap Katey down over that table, in front of the mirror and force her to watch as he raped her tailhole hard, before leaving her there for the night. She couldn't go on like this...No one could... \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* When Malus returned at then end of the forth day, he had a look on his evilly handsome face that showed he was very pleased with himself. When the time came for him to rape Katey over the table, he tied her face up, her arms still tied to the head of the table and her legs splayed wide, so her pussy was on prominent display and her breasts arched up. Katey's fur was matted with dirt, Malus' cum and her own blood. Angry red welts were visible all over her body through her fur and she was so weak with hunger, the gnawing pains in her empty belly adding to the constant grinding aches that wracked her body constantly. As he attached heavy weights to the clamp attached to her tail to hold it down, Malus leaned over Katey with a truly evil smile on his face. "I have good news for you slave. Your father really does love you after all and has paid my ransom for you. I am nothing if not true to my word and tomorrow you will get to see eachother again. This is also good news for me too, as it means I no longer have to concearn myself with fetching a good price for you as a slave," He said, grinning and red eyes almost glowing. Katey visibly shook with fear at his words. He began to run his hand up and down her very vulnerable and exposed vulva, stroking over the white fur running down her front from her neckline, over her brests and belly, down her crotch and up between her buttocks. The promise of a higher sale price for her as a virgin had been the only thing stopping him from raping her pussy, from taking her virginity for himself and now that her ransom was paid, he was free to deflower her. He waited for the fear to truly register in Katey's mind, laughing heartily at her terrified squeaks as he rose, walking away to his racks of 'toys' and returing with the bottle of green stuff again and a small, golden drinking bowl. Placing the bowl under her pussy, Malus began to lube up his raging hard erection that stood out bright red from his crotch as he stood naked between Katey's tied legs. Katey's throat was too painful, too torn from repeated mouth-rapes with his savagly barbed cock for her to form words anymore so he hadn't bothered to gag her. She could only shake her head no, make screeching noises, pull feebly at the bonds holding her down. Malus watched her through slitted eyes as he rubbed his cock up and down with the oily green fluid, a little drop of precum leaking from the tip as he enjoyed her terror. As he positioned himself at the entrace to her pussy, Katey screwed her eyes shut and tried to brace herself for what would doubtlessly be the worst torture he had yet inflicted on her. Seeing her closing her eyes, Malus siezed her by the throat, digging his claws into the white and brown fur there, drawing more spots of blood. "Look at me slave...LOOK AT ME!!! OPEN YOU EYES NOW AND LOOK AT ME, OR I SWEAR THAT TOMORROW I WILL KILL YOU FATHER AND THEN YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY!!!" He roared, sounding entirely capable and more than willing to doing exactly that if she didn't comply. Katey forced herself to open her eyes to Malus' snarling face. The instant she did so, he began to roughly shove himself into her virgin slit. She was bone dry down there of course and drum-skin tight, but the slick green oil covering Malus' cock provided more than enough lubricant to slide in past her painfully tight pussy lips...untill it encountered her hymen. His snarl turned to a deeply malicious smile and he slowed his entry, dragging it out as his sank his cock into her inch by inche. Katey screamed, despite to agony of her throat. It was nothing compared to the agony of Malus' huge cock forcing its way inside of her, stretching and then slowly tearing its way through the thin barrier protecting her inner cunny. Through it all, Malus' threat to kill her whole family rang in Katey's head and she forced her eyes to stay open, looking Malus in the evil eyes as he took her virginity. Finally hilting himself deep within the otteress' cunt, he revelled in her pain, savouring the hymenal blood seeping out of her around his cock and staining the white fur of her vulva. Katey sobbed loudly and her body shuddered in pain. "You are mine now slave. Now and forever, I own this part of you and no one else shall ever have it. You will have to go through the rest of your life, remembering my face as I took you and made you my slave forever," Malus sneered, looking down into her face. He then pulled his cock back to the head and rammed it in hard, making Katey arch in pain and scream, again and again as he began to hammer into her bleeding pussy. The wood of the table creeked as she pulled on the wrist-straps untill her wrists were bloody and chafed by the rough leather cuffs. Her face was soaked by tears and her screams echoed through out the caverns. Malus grunted and moaned as he pounded harder and harder, his pleasure increased by her constant agony as it was by her pussy's tightness. After an eternity of his barbed cock tearing up her cunt, Malus rammed into Katey one last time and filled her with his seed, running out of her as a pink froth, minxed with her blood as he pulled out of her roughly and picked up the drinking bowl fron under her pussy. Walking around to the head of the table, his shrinking cock still covered by the pinky froth of blood and semen, he raised the golden bowl to his lips and drank deeply of it's contents. Malus smacked his lips and 'ah'ed theatically, the red stain of Katey' hymenal blood visible on his lips. "An infusion of youth, of beauty and of course, stolen innocence. Just as mother told me, this is far more potent and refreshing an elixer than anything any mage or apothacary can peddle. You are no longer of any interest to me now as a plaything, slave. I'll return you to your father tomorrow. Untill then, sleep well..." He said, before tipping the last of the bowl's contents over Katey's face. He then turned and walked away to his own grand bed of silks and satin, leaving Katey beaten, bloody, raped and used. She cried loudly, tear mingling with the blood staining her face, in too much pain to sleep and too exhausted to stay truly awake... \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Next day, Malus decided he wasn't really finished with Katey quite yet, hanging her spread eagaled and whipping her again, this time a full fifty lashes and raping her mouth one last time. It seemed he preferred for her to be unconcious for him to transport her and he much preferred to make her pass out through rape than through drugs. When she awoke, Katey found herself tied against a large tree in the centre of a forrest clearing, her arms and legs bound and forced right back against the trunk so they were almost being wrenched out of their sockets. Malus paced, seemingly impatient. He looked and saw Katey was awake, malicious inspiration striking him and Katey cursed herself for not at least trying to fake her unconciousness for a little longer. "It seems I have a little time to kill waiting for your father to arrive...perhaps he is having trouble finding this place, so maybe I should send him a little signal to help him find his way," The evil feline sneered. He pulled a thin branch from one of the trees and used a deadly looking dagger to strip the leaves and shoots from it, giving him a long, thin whipping rod. "You know, with the resrictions I placed on myself the last few days, your pussy really didn't get the attentions it deserved slave," He said, swishing the cut down branch a few times to test it and then lashing it down on either side of Katey's vulva close to the lips. \*SWIT\* \*SWIT\* Katey's screams rang across the forest and imediately, two new red lines appeared under the white fur, though partly hidden by the blood stains from the night before. Malus raised up his arm to lash her again, when he suddenly stopped, pausing as if sensing something. He drew up his cloak's hood, hiding his face in impenetrable darkness and turned as a new figure appeared in the clearing. Katey's eyes were hazed with tears and fatigue, but she recognised the man as her father, the much older and greying otter male wearing light armour plate and a red cloak, carrying a small bag in his hand. "I have your ransom Malus, now let my daughter go," He said holding up the bag for the Dark Elf panther to see. He looked past Malus' cloaked form and saw Katey hanging nude, tied to the tree beaten and bloody, especially between her legs as clear evidence of her rape. "My gods, what have you done to her?" He said, clearly held back only by fear from tearing Malus appart with his bare hands. "Some of my best work so far I think. Do you like it? Well any way, if you have my fourty blood rubies, then you have your daughter," Malus said, a deep laugh echoing from somewhere inside his hood. "They are right here, the entire value of my estate, all sold to meet your demands," The old otter snarled, tossing the bag to Malus who caught it deftly and examined the contents, the gems inside the bag glowing red as the blood they were named for and illuminating the arrogantly satisfied look on Malus' face. "Now take your payment and leave me my daughter," Katey's father snarled. Malus then closed the bag and drew and long, curved and whickedly fanged sword from under his cloak, laughing loudly. "Mmmm no, I think I'll keep your daughter after all. I may not find a good price for her now she isn't a virgin any more, but with these that doesn't matter. She'll make a fine toy for my pleasure for the few days she needs to last before I find a new toy,"He said, advancing on the old otter and staggered back, drawing his own sword. "But...You said that if I paid the ransom you would return Katey and leave us," Katey's father said, trying to brandish his sword in a threatening way but only revealing his own fears of Malus. "You said you would honour your word." "And I have, do you not remember? As I told you, the agreement was that if you paid me no less than fourty purest blood rubies, you would \*see\* your daughter again and you have \*seen\* her, but never did I say anything about \*returning\* her to you and certainly I never said anything about letting you leave here alive," Malus said, laughing as he advanced further on the old otter. He lashed out with the fang-sword, slashing right through the otter's blade and forcing him to tumble back onto the ground. As Malus raised up his arm to finish him, Katey screamed as loud as her abused throat would allow...and then something happened. A white specter, identicle to Malus when he first appeared to kidnap Katey, except pure white, appeared out of the forrest, intercepting Malus' sword with the blade of a long, elegantly curved sword of purest silver, held in white furred hands. It was impossible to see the new comer's face inside the hood of his white cloak, but Malus' hood had fallen back and...he was afraid...as deeply scared as Katey had been as he tortured and humiliated her for the past five days. Then, almost too fast for the eye to see, the white warrior struck Malus in the chest with an open handed blow with the flats of his hand that hurled the darkling one backward for several meter's, skidding across the dusty ground in a heap and the bag of blood rubies falling from his grasp. The white warrior straightened, spun his sword once over his hands and pointed it to the ground, apparently viewing Malus as no real threat to him. "Your crimes are over Malus, surrender to me or die," The warrior said, his voice like that of an angel, soothing and melodious like the music of a harp. Malus stood painfully and sneered, rasing his sword in an aggressive posture. "Surrender to you? HA! Why do you protect them Reyth? WHY? These creatures, these ANIMALS! They are inferior to us, worthy only to be our slaves. You are weak Reyth, weak like all the other spinelss whelps of the Council," He spat, full of venom, but there was no hinding the fear in his voice as he regarded the White Warrior, apparently named Reyth. Reyth laughed a little and settled into a defensive posture, with his sword held low. "If I and the High Elves of the council are so weak, then why do you tremble Malus?," He said, preparing to meet Malus' appraently imminent charge. Sweat broke out on Malus' face and he visibly shook. Finally he screamed loudly, turned and hurled his sword at Katey, still hanging from the tree. She cired out in fear as the deadly blade flew towards her, spinning end over end. She closed her eyes and heard a ringing of steel upon steel. She opened her eyes and Reyth was standing in front of her, having apparently deflected the blade with his sword at the last second...Malus was no where to be seen, having apparently fled rather than face a worthy opponent in the white clad specter. The ropes holding Katey to the tree were suddenly severed by two swift cuts of Reyth's sword and she fell into his arms, whimpering at the pain raging across her body from even the simple act of being held in his arms. He reached up to the neck of his cloak and unclasped it, pulling off the cloak in a flourish that obscured his face from Katey's view and he wrapped it around her. The cloak felt soft and warm, unnaturally so as the very fabric made her feel safe and whole after her long torments...finally, without the promise of more pain when she woke, she instantly fell into a deep sleep. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Katey awoke warm, and surrounded by softness. Not that of Reyth's cloak, but in her own bed in her family manner house, warm sunlight streaming in through the windows. Her body was covered in bandages, unlike any she had ever seen. They felt as if they were woven of somekind of silk, a light green in colour and wrapping around every part of her that Malus had tortured, the strange bandages seemed to take away the pain and sooth her, like laying in a cool gently flowing river such as those that all her species loved so much to play and swim in. Standing by the window, she could make out through her half-opened eyes, the figure of her father, pacing back and forth untill out of the corner of his eye, he saw her stirring and rushed to her side. "Katey! My Katey, you're awake. You've been asleep for two days. After what that monster did to you, I was afraid you would never wake up again," He said, tears of joy welling in his eyes as he reached to take her in his arms and hug her. A white clad arm shot out, seemingly from no-where and grasped his arm gently for a moment. "Please my lord, I ask you to be careful with her. Your daughter is still very fragile and it will take time for her to heal. There is only so much that even elvish medicine can do," The figure said...that voice...The figure sat down on the edge of Katey's bed, for the first time the young otteress seeing Reyth's face...and pulling away from him in terror, trying almost to claw her way backwards through the pillows of her bed when she saw him for a moment and then...calming. Reyth was identical to Malus, a tall feline like a panther, the same small muzzle and elongated ears...but his fur was white, wth the dark spots of leopard instead of Malus' pure midnight blue. His eyes were more naturally feline and had a cool glittering blue colour as opposed to the burning red reptile eyes of Malus...and there was that kind smile. Katey's father placed a hand on her shoulder and said to her, "Katey? Whats wrong? This is Reyth, the High Elf Ranger who helped us." Reyth just held up his hand in a calming gesture, showing he wasn't at all offended. "It is alright. It will take time to heal the harm my brother has done to you Katey. It is to my shame that I allowed him to escape, but I will track him down again, that I swear to you," He said quietly and placed his hand on Katey's cheek softly, his touch instantly bringing a warm, calming feeling. Katey then realised what Reyth had just said, "Your...Brother?" She said, even her throat having been miraculously soothed after Malus' abuse and repeated rape. Reyth nodded and looked away for a moment, clearly ashamed to share his face with that monster. "He probably told you of his origins, of the panther warrior who was his father and the Dark Elf who was his mother...but did he tell you that the panther was not his father by choice? That the panther \*my\* father was forced into mating Malus' mother in order to save his true love...\*My\* mother...A High Elf maiden, taking and tortured by the vengful Dark Elves, much as you were... Rest now, I will stay as along as I am needed, to see to it that you are healed of the wounds my brother Malus has inflicted upon your body and mind," He said, leaning over and kissing Katey on the forehead. That kiss was like a soothing balm and instantly, warm feelings flowed through Katey's body, washing away all the fears, the nightmares and the memories of all the Malus had done to her. It would take time for it all to be healed and set right...But with Reyth at her side, there was no doubt that all wounds would be healed... End Of Story-1

Title: How I Spent My Summer Vacation... Pt. 01 Tags: lesbian, dyke, anal, feet, anklet, tattoo, beach, stoned, foursome, public nudity **How I Spent My Summer Vacation Pt. 01 by Carol Hitchcock** *ROGUEWRITER'S AUTHOR NOTE - The following story is fiction. FICTION. I'll even underline it for you-FICTION. If you are minor or it is illegal to read this stuff in your area, or you don't like reading about the kind of stuff in the header- DON'T READ THIS STORY. Otherwise enjoy the hell out of yourself. CAROL'S AUTHOR NOTE - You remember writing these stupid things when you were young, right? The first assignment when school started in the fall was to make a report about what you did on summer vacation. It was like the teachers were trying to remind you of all the things you weren't going to be doing from now on. They wanted you to know that you've had your fun, now it's all work, and they could even turn what fun you had into work. The icing on the cake was when they'd ask you what you learned over the summer, which put pressure on you to think of something more worthy than finding out a human being could double-dutch for thirty minutes non-stop. I guess I decided on this title because I finally had something really interesting to write after a summer vacation. Well, interesting isn't quite the word to describe what happened. What follows was more of a life-changing experience. You'll see.* CHAPTER 1: TROUBLE IN TWO BATHROOMS I stood with my hand on the doorknob to the bathroom, my mind flooded with images of what lay on the other side. There would be blood, lots of it. The time to call for an ambulance might be long gone, and for every second I hesitated her chance to live might be slipping away. But fear kept me from turning the knob. Fear of what I would see when I opened the door. Fear that I'd blame myself for it. Fear of knowing I'd made such grave errors in judgment. The whole thing was my fault anyway, if I'd just done the right thing in the first place. Then the pain in my head reminded me both of us might need that ambulance. I had to do it now. As I turned the knob, I'll always remember KMFDM playing in the background, just because it was so fitting. This whole thing started two weeks ago in another bathroom, many miles away. I stood in the shower that morning, with the water splashing me right in the face, trying to figure out how I was going to break up with my girlfriend. It was something I'd put off for too long. I told myself I'd do it at the end of the semester and today was the last day of finals. It wasn't going to be easy because I really like Kim. She's funny, beautiful, and can be really sweet when she tries. I get along with her better than anyone I've ever known, and she's tons of fun to hang out with- too much fun, which is the problem. No way around it, I had to do this. My future as a college student was riding on it. I had to take charge of my life. I heard Kim walk into the bathroom. "Good morning, whore." "Hey bitch," I responded. Calling each other offensive names was our thing, the worse the better. Don't ask me how it started, and I don't think she would remember either. I could hear Kim brushing her teeth. There we stood on opposite sides of the shower curtain- she was simply getting ready for the day and I was standing under the spraying water, not even washing myself anymore, trying to figure out how to break up with her. I stared at the curtain, imagining how she looked on the other side. Kim has a thin body with long, straight blond hair, a cute face topped with a button nose and the most piercing set of blue eyes I've ever seen. She could be a model except for the fact that she's a shrimp, standing only 5'3". But with those looks she could probably still become an actress, which shouldn't be too hard since acting out is something she does regularly. Just thinking about her looks made me feel ugly. Of course, my mother would yell at me if she knew I was thinking that. Mom would chastise me every time I looked in some women's fashion magazine in the checkout line at the store because she knew I was comparing myself to the models in there. She'd say it was lucky we couldn't afford those magazines, otherwise I'd look at those pictures all the time and never eat again. But what mom didn't realize was that I didn't think of my body as a problem. I stand 5'6 and weigh 135 pounds, and my C-cup breasts are bigger than some of the models in those magazines. My body has some decent curves and I have dark shoulder length hair with naturally tight ringlets that I know some women wish they had. What I didn't like was my face. It's so plain. Nothing particularly striking about it except a few freckles on my checks, and for me that's striking in the wrong way. "Your mother didn't need to look like that to get my attention," my Dad would say, "any woman that can operate a tractor does it for me." Then she'd throw something at him and we'd all laugh, or she'd grab the skillet and make a show of chasing him around the kitchen. I smiled thinking about my parents. Kim pulled the shower curtain back. "Any room for me in here?" "As long as you don't hog the soap." She stepped in and put her body up against mine. Our nipples poked against one another. "Soap isn't what I was looking for." Kim gave my lips a few soft, wet kisses, each one lingering a little longer until her tongue worked its way into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her ass, one hand on each cheek. My fingertips lightly traced her globes until her hands grabbed me behind my head and pulled me harder into the kiss. That's when my hands took a firm hold of her butt and roughly kneaded her cheeks, making her moan in my mouth. Our bodies pressed hard up against one another as our tongues came close to violence. The one thing you could never say about Kim and I was that we weren't passionate lovers. I kissed my way down to her left nipple, letting my teeth graze over it as my lips sucked on the rest of the areole and my hand caressed the underside. I went over to the other one and gave it the same treatment, after which I went back up to let our tongues play together again. Our passionate kiss continued as her arms replaced her hands around my head. I broke the kiss and got on my knees, lightly kissing her shaved mound. Kim put a hand on my head and stroked my hair as the light kisses gave way to my tongue licking the area. As she mewed and moaned, my hands rubbed along her thighs and legs, finally going back around to her ass and the fingers of my left hand went sliding up and down the crack. My right hand reached up and grabbed the bottle of liquid soap on the ledge. It took some fumbling around, but I managed to squirt some onto my fingers and my hand took its place between her ass cheeks again. My index finger found her anus and I slowly pressed into her asshole. "Mmmm," she moaned, "It's way too early in the morning for anal." I laughed, then complied by pulling out and letting my other hand move between her legs as she spread them slightly, sliding my finger back and forth along her lips to build momentum. Finally I curled my index finger and slowly slid it into her slit until I was most of the way in. "Uhhhhh," was all she said as I let my finger sit in there, allowing her to prepare. There was a sharp intake of breath as I slowly pulled my finger out to the tip, then slowly moved back in again, gradually increasing speed every few thrusts until I had a good pace going. At that point I began licking again. Her face contorted slightly as I did this, the corner of her mouth dipping down from its smile to what almost looked like discomfort. That's something I never understood about the look on someone's face when they receive pleasure, sometimes it looks like they're in pain. Kim let out a loud moan as the orgasm took hold of her. We were both very loud when it came to sex, but Kim had the highest level between the two of us. For a small girl, she made a lot of noise. And in a bathroom, it sounded like a concert hall full of screaming fans, especially when I slipped a second finger into her pussy. When she finished I took out my fingers slowly and stood up. I held up my fingers and licked them, tasting her sweet honey. "Let me guess," she said. "It needs salt." "Actually I was thinking thyme." Kim laughed and slapped my finger aside. "Oh," she said in mock discovery. "Lookee here." Her head moved to my right breast and I felt her warm lips cover my nipple and suck on it, then pull away as her tongue came out and gave the long, slow licks that she knew made me squirm. Her hand went between my legs and found the skin under my pubic hairs. I spread my legs a little to give her some room and her finger slid into a very comfortable place. My upper body stood up straight as my eyes closed and my mouth opened. I didn't need to see Kim to know she was smiling. She went to work on my left breast with her tongue as her finger moved around between my legs, eliciting sharp intakes of breath on my part. Kim pulled away from my chest and looked into my eyes as her finger found my hole and slipped in a little. It met some resistance, so she held back and then slid in some more. I probably made my own pained looks as Kim's finger started to move in and out of me, faster and faster, until she had her own rhythm going. My jaw dropped open as I started to moan, gradually increasing in volume until it almost matched Kim's loud calls of pleasure. She took my left nipple in between her teeth and bit down a little as she continued to finger me, which managed to throw me over the edge. I had my face in her hair as I came, most of it was still dry and I breathed in her scent. I realized how much I was going to miss it. Later, when we were getting dressed, Kim asked, "By the way, when are you leaving for home?" I sighed. Telling her this was another thing I'd put off. "I'm not." "You're not going home for the whole summer?" "I can't afford to. Plane fare is too much and you know that heap of shit with four wheels I own won't make it out of town, let alone through Texas. I'll just stay here and work for the summer, earn up some money. Maybe if I work up enough for a plane ticket I can go see my folks by the end of July." Kim had this sad look on her face. I couldn't tell if she was sad for me or bothered by the fact that if she hadn't asked I might have never mentioned it. This was one of those times in our relationship that our financial differences made for an awkward moment. I wasn't sure if I was more embarrassed for myself or for her. We finished dressing in silence and I headed out the door. Outside the day was like any other in Arizona- bright, hot and dry. My car was not being cooperative as I kept trying to turn it over. Kim came out and jumped into her new BMW, started it and yelled to me once the top folded down. "Hey! You want a ride to campus?" Say yes, I told myself, that way you can break up with her during the ride. "No thanks. I'll get this thing started if I have to shoot it." Kim shook her head. "You stubborn Southern slut." I smiled. "Get out of here witch." Kim smiled, put on a pair of designer sunglasses that cost more than my car, and sped off. She had given me an easy opportunity to break it to her and I let it go. I tried to console myself by thinking if I'd taken the ride and broken up with her, how was I going to get home? CHAPTER 2: THE PROFESSOR AND THE PROBLEM I struggled through my Chemistry exam. Science has never been my strong suit, but thoughts of how and when I was going to break up with Kim kept interrupting me as well. After the exam I walked to the office of my Creative Writing professor to drop off my final assignment. He was talking to another student, so I just dropped the paper on his desk. But before I could walk away he asked if I could wait for a moment. When the other student left he shut the door. "At the beginning of the semester I thought you were going to be one of my A students, Carol." His glare was more sad than stern. Regardless, my eyes couldn't get any higher than his desk. "Most of the other students were just getting a requirement out of the way. But you told me the first day you wanted to be a writer your whole life. Did you change your mind?" "No. I just…got distracted." He sighed. "Distractions are the number one killer for a writer. And you've got to learn to live with them, one way or the other, because they'll always be there no matter what you do." I still couldn't meet his gaze when my voice softy uttered, "I know." "Well, here's something you may not know," He held up something that made me look. It was the first story I'd turned in that semester. "This is talent," he said, and then held up a paper from late in the semester, "and this is talent squandered." I wanted to tell him all about it, explain the situation. This was a good guy, one of the friendly, fun professors that know how to instruct without making it too hard on you, someone who really enjoys teaching and isn't simply bitter that this was the best job they could get in their profession. I wanted to get his opinion on how I should handle Kim, but something told me not to. I didn't think he'd have a problem with me being a lesbian, I just felt like breaking up with her was something I needed to do myself, without a safety net. Besides, I'd already let the guy down, I didn't want to start talking about clubs, drinking and drugs and make him even more disappointed in me. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. Great, everybody was trying to make it easy for me today. "Not really, if you don't mind," I said. "But it's something I'm going to handle. I promise." I walked out of there before I said anything more. An hour later I sat at a diner, staring at a plate of fries and thinking about how my entire future was at stake. I'm just a poor farm girl from Kentucky who managed to get two scholarships to a college in Arizona. In order to keep those scholarships I have to keep my grade point average above a certain level, and those scholarships are important because I almost couldn't even afford to travel out here, let alone pay tuition. In high school I was completely focused on my schoolwork and finished at the top of my class. My reputation as a nerd kept me away from the party crowd, with the added bonus of an excuse for why I wasn't dating boys. I was determined to get out of town and applied for every scholarship available. When I was leaving, my mom said, "Now don't let any boys get between you and the books." She had no idea what a non-issue that was. And I figured my romantic life wasn't going to be a problem. How many lesbians can there be in a small Arizona college anyway? Turned out this was my first experience learning about my inexperience, and on a college campus people experiment. The first month it was my roommate. I was nervous because I'd only fooled around with one other girl before, but she'd never had sex with a woman and that took some of the pressure off me. One of her friends was looking to experiment as well, but neither of them wanted a commitment, which was fine because that way my studies didn't suffer. But at the beginning of the second semester I got cocky. I thought, 'this is no big deal, I can have a social life", so I went out to a club with my roommate and that's where I met Kim. She was at the DJ booth trying to get the guy to play KMFDM. They just happen to be one of my favorite bands and Kim and I started talking. Soon we found out music wasn't all we had in common and after a few dates we became a steady item. Even though I was a nerd, I drank and smoked weed with a few friends occasionally when I was in high school, (ever since the farming industry in Kentucky took a dive most people in my area at least knows someone who grows weed.) But back then I only boozed or toked occasionally. After I started dating Kim it became a regular thing, always threatening to get worse. While pot is as far up on the drug ladder I go, Kim does Ecstasy and cocaine here and there and has offered both to me many times. The problem is that Kim is a girl from a very rich family, and because of that she doesn't have to worry about money or getting a good job if she doesn't graduate from school. She lives the party lifestyle and goes out dancing all the time. Kim's the type who will call you at 11pm on a Sunday night to go out to a club, something she's done to me plenty of times. So the second semester progressed with me going out with Kim all the time, getting wasted and partying to all hours of the night. This behavior, or misbehavior, left little time for my schoolwork. While I always handed in papers and assignments on time, the quality of my work left plenty to be desired. My grades dropped and after midterms I realized I was in trouble. I cut down on the partying enough to work my grades up and just make the GPA I needed to keep my scholarships. I studied my ass off to ace all my final exams. But I realized where the root of my problem was, and I knew I had to cut it off or I'd never make it through the next semester. This is why I had to break up with her. I kept putting it off because I liked being with Kim so much, but even then I knew it was a flawed reason. While she's nice to me, I've seen Kim be very nasty to others, especially her parents, which is a hard thing to watch since they seem like great people. I've spoken to her mom on the phone several times and she's the sweetest lady, always taking the time to talk to me and asks how my family is doing even though she's never met them. Her dad sounds like a fun guy and usually has a good joke to tell me if I answer the phone. Kim told me her parents never let her forget that she was 'The Great Mistake' (she was a surprise during their second year of college), but from everything I've seen they give her everything she wants and she still treats them like crap. Almost every phone conversation with her mom ends with Kim cursing at her. I started to wonder if my desire to stay with Kim was simply due to the fact that she's the only other lesbian I've met and I didn't want to break that connection. The waitress came up to me and looked at my untouched fries, then gruffly asked if I wanted anything else. She was in her early fifties and her face looked to be in a state of perpetual anger. I told her just the check and she scribbled on her pad, tore off the sheet and tossed the paper on the table as she probably has hundreds of thousands of times over the past God-knows how many years. As she sauntered off I wondered if she once had an opportunity to do something more with her life and lost it. I picked up a French fry and ate it, realizing how stupid I was being. There are plenty of other lesbians I could meet. I had to get away from Kim before she doomed me back to the life of poor farm girl, or worse, working the checkout line at the Safeway Mart like so many others I'd graduated with. CHAPTER 3: COME AWAY WITH ME Half an hour later I was at Kim's place. On the way I'd stopped by a bar where I knew I could get served, but I didn't even walk through the door. If I went inside I'd still be there a few hours from now. I had to take charge of my life. Taking a deep breath, I thought of the waitress as I used the key Kim had given me to get in. She was on the couch with a drink in her hands and a bottle of vodka on the table. "You fucking lush," I said, but when she looked up I saw the tears in her eyes and that took all the wind out of my sails. "What's wrong?" I asked. Kim shook her head. "My folks. Of course something had to come up. I told you about the trip to Rio, right?" I nodded. Kim and her parents were going to Rio de Janeiro for three weeks at a house her family had there. "They just called. Something with Dad's business came up and they can't make the trip now." I smiled sympathetically. "I'm sorry, I know you were looking forward to this." "Fuck it," she said, "I'm still going." "Alone?" A devilish smile cut through her sad face. "Not if you come with me." Oh fuck, what did I just get myself into. "Ah, thanks, but I really need to work and earn up some money so I can go see my folks." "I was thinking about that. Come down to Rio with me for a few weeks and I'll arrange for you to fly to Kentucky when it's over." "That's really nice of you, but it's too much. I wouldn't be able to pay you back for a long time." She smirked. "Don't sweat it slutbag. You're doing me a favor, this way I don't have to go down there alone." Don't let her do this to you. You need to break up with her and it's now or never. Just open your mouth and say the words, do it now. Don't let her tempt you. "You worked your ass off these last few months," she said, "you deserve this." "I don't know Kim," I said. I couldn't really blame her for not wanting to go to Rio alone, I certainly wouldn't have. Then again, it was something Kim could do with no problem. Being the extroverted person she is there would be a crowd of people hanging around her the whole time. "Actually I can't go," I said. "I'd really like to but I don't even have spending money to go." "C'mon, you know I have enough to keep us both good. Besides, you said a writer has to experience the world, right? What better way to do it than this?" This was classic Kim- always dragging me along kicking and screaming, never giving up until I gave in by making me feel like I'd be an idiot for turning down the opportunity. I made the mistake once of telling her about the two voices in my head always fighting for control - the rational one that always played it cautious, and what I called the 'naughty' one, which always wanted to do the wrong thing just for kicks. She exploited this knowledge to her advantage whenever she needed it. This is why I had to break up with her. "So?" she asked. I hesitated. Kim got up and walked over to me slowly. "Just think about it. We'll have a house on the beach…a Jacuzzi…our own pool…topless beaches…you said you always wanted to go to one…" Don't do it. Don't give into her. Just say the words, tell her you want to break up with her. It's over, no more. The two of us are done. CHAPTER 4: DOWN RIO When we got off the plane in Rio I had a plan. It was simple- stay in Rio a few days and then break up with Kim. I wasn't sure if I would be straight with her or try to engineer some false reason for our split. The truth is I'm not good with confrontations and I was leaning towards the latter, but I could wait and see how things were going and decide on that one later. The part of the plan I really liked was writing down the entire experience so I could make it into a story. It may have seemed like a stupid idea to do it down in Rio, but I had a major concern I couldn't shake. If I waited until we got back, it might look like I was trying to take advantage of Kim's money, and that's the last thing I wanted her to think. If the breakup happened during the trip it would look more natural and less like I was using her. I also had what I called 'escape money'. It was only two hundred bucks, which I'd saved up from my job as an emergency fund for extreme cases (like my car breaking down), but it would be enough for my purposes. If Kim accused me of taking advantage of her during the breakup I could give her a hundred as the start of the payback in a show of good faith. I'd keep the other hundred in case things got really fucked up, like if she flipped out and tossed me into the street, because that's how much the airline told me it would cost to transfer my ticket to an earlier flying date. I had to get away from her, make a clean break. And I would do it in Rio. Since we flew the first thing on Kim's agenda was getting drugs. She managed this within the first twenty minutes we were there, thanks to her good looks and her ability to make small talk with anything short of a rock. Using both these charms on our taxi driver, it was set up that he would have the stuff delivered to the house after he dropped us off. I spent the next three hours worrying that Kim took one chance too many and the police were going to be knocking on the door. But leave it to Kim's luck, a knock on the door later we found ourselves with a generous amount of coke, enough marijuana to sedate the planet and a few tablets of Ecstasy thrown in for good measure. The house was beautiful, with many paintings and other expensive forms of artwork that Kim showed me. It also had an alarm system to protect the stuff (and us) from burglars. The last thing she showed me was the stocked bar and after we unpacked we mixed some drinks and sat on the patio facing the beach. The sand was nearly empty because steel gray clouds covered the late afternoon sky as far as the eye could see. I lay on a patio chair with my upper body propped up. "Doesn't look like an outside weather day today." I said as I took off my sunglasses. Little droplets of rain began to fall. Kim stood looking at the house with an excited look in her eyes. "That's fine, I was planning on spending today inside anyway. We're going to christen this house properly. I want us to have sex on every floor, every surface in there. I want microscopic remnants everyplace." "Nice visual. And we're doing this because…?" "For fun," Kim said, "and a little something I'll laugh about every time I know my parents are coming down here." That's my baby, always thinking of others. "Okay, whatever. Where do we start?" Kim walked over, straddled my body and leaned down. "Right here." She kissed me hungrily on the lips. The kiss grew in passion as the rain began to really fall. I massaged her breasts as she slid down and started grinding her pelvis against my leg. Kim sat upright and whipped her head back, her wet hair falling around her shoulders. With the dark clouds behind her and the rain falling all around, she looked like a goddess come down from Mount Olympus and I remembered what I'd found so captivating about her when we first met. Kim tilted her head up to the sky, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, trying to catch raindrops. I felt like a monster that was planning to hurt this innocent beauty when she least expected it. A flash of lightning and the roar of thunder snapped me from my thoughts. "C'mon," Kim said as she jumped off me. We went inside, and as soon as the patio door was shut Kim threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately. We clumsily shucked off our wet clothes piece by piece until we were both naked. The feeling of her cool, damp skin against mine gave me goose bumps. They went away wherever her warm tongue touched me, which seemed to be everywhere. Over the rest of the day we managed to cover the whole house. In the kitchen we did a sixty-nine on the island, I sat up on a counter as she ate me out and she sat on the other counter while I fucked her with a peeled cucumber. When we were done we fed it to each other and then moved into the living room, where we did it every way we could on the couches, the coffee table and on the floor in front of the TV. The lazy boy chairs were particularly fun. We did it in the bedrooms and even in one of the closets. By the end of the night we'd covered the house and the rain had stopped. We ran out to the beach and did it in the sand. For anyone planning to have sex on a beach sometime soon I have one word of advice- blanket. We had to jump in the ocean afterward because the sand was so far up my ass. Back at the house we were so exhausted by the time we got up to the bedroom that we barely pulled the sheets back before we passed out. The next morning I woke up feeling rejuvenated. Kim wasn't in the room, but I could hear KMFDM playing downstairs. It was the song 'Anarchy', which she'd listen to over and over again. Lying in bed, I decided to write down my experiences so far so I could get at least one of my promises started. I was about to get up and grab the new notebook out of my bag when Kim strode into the bedroom. She jumped on the bed and straddled my torso, the acrid smoke of marijuana filling the air around her. "Wake and bake, tampon breath." She held out a packed bowl and a lighter. "Not yet." "Fuck it, we're on vacation. C'mon, celebrate the end of the school year." She held out the bowl. I managed to lean up on my elbows. "It's too early." She started waving the bowl under my nose and then stuck the end into my mouth. Leaning down to my right ear, she whispered, "It's never too early," and licked the inside of my ear. She knows what that does to me. I relented just to shut her up. She lit it for me and I proceeded to do what our former President swore he never did. While I held my hit, Kim put the bowl to her mouth and took one for herself. I let the hit out slowly. "That's smooth stu-" I was cut off by Kim's mouth covering my own, blowing her hit into my lungs. Her tongue slipped into my mouth afterwards and dueled with mine as her hands found my nipples under the covers and gave them a quick pinch. As soon as she broke the kiss I blew out my hit. "Sneaky bitch," I said. "I don't have to say good morning to you now," she said, then jumped off the bed and walked to the door, "'cause I made sure it's going to be one." My head dropped back on the bed. I didn't want to start off this way, I thought, and I don't plan to either. I got up and fished the notebook out of my bag. Kim was not going to stop me, I was going to go downstairs and write about what happened so far and then I was going to break up with her and then I was going to write about how that went. I walked out of the bedroom with confident strides. But something happened between the top of the stairs and the bottom. It was very subtle, and suddenly I noticed how bright the sun was coming in through the windows. My left foot almost missed a stair and I held the railing the rest of the way down. Kim was watching television in the living room and it seemed rather loud. "Isn't it?" Kim yelled. I looked at her questioningly. It took me a moment to realize she was speaking to me. "It's good shit," she said, "isn't it?" "Yep," I replied, and took a seat at the dining room table and opened my notebook. It only took a few sentences before I realized I was having a hard time remembering all the details from yesterday. Even worse, my handwriting was barely legible "Douche head, what the hell are you doing?" she asked. "I'm writing. Leave me alone you degenerate whorebag!" Suddenly Kim was standing over me. She grabbed the notebook, ran over to the couch and jumped up on it. "The hell you are!" "Give it back," I said, without much conviction in my voice. "This is work, and there's no work allowed here!" She jumped off the couch and ran upstairs. I was in no mood to chase Kim around the place, so I sat on the couch and got sucked into some television show, even though it was in Portuguese. CHAPTER 5: A TOPLESS BEACH FIRST When Kim came back down she was in her leopard print thong bikini, bottom only, and my notebook was gone. "We're going out to the beach," she announced, "Put this on." She tossed my blue thong bikini bottom in my lap. It was not something she had to force me to do. There's always been die-hard exhibitionist in me screaming to get out. Kim and I sunbathed nude on the roof of my building a few times, but no one could see us up there. Still, I'd felt a thrill of excitement being naked outside, and the bug that had always gnawed at me was now chomping at the bit. Kim put an anklet of small brown beads around my left ankle. She finds body jewelry sexy on a woman, and more than half of the gifts she's given me have been anklets, toe rings or waist chains. I started wearing some of it just to placate her, although I do admit I've started to find them sexy myself. Kim will wear different waist chains or toe rings, but she always wears the same gold anklet because it was the first piece of body jewelry she bought. So we went to the beach, and I was topless for the first time in public. I have to admit I wasn't completely uncomfortable once we got there. Part of it was seeing other girls topless, and the other part was the attention. While I'm not into guys, being ogled by them is a different story. I've always appreciated being admired by men or women, and I got plenty of it from both sexes on that beach. From the moment we walked out there I noticed, and even felt, eyes checking me out. Mostly it was brief, but occasionally someone leered. This surprised me, I figured the people in a place that allowed nudity wouldn't even care to look. I mentioned this observation to Kim as we lay in the sun. "Shithead," she said, "some of these people are tourists like us. They don't live where there are nude beaches." "Shut up, slut knocker," I said. "I've seen plenty of locals doing the same thing." "So? If you like something you like something. Besides, with tourists coming through you always have something new to check out." Kim took off her sunglasses and sat up on her elbows. "By the way, slut knocker?" "My brother watched a lot of Bevis and Butthead." "Mm. I kinda like it." Kim took out some suntan lotion. "Want to put this on me?" I hesitated. The rational part of me felt self-conscious doing that with all these people around us. The naughty part of me desired the chance to fondle my girlfriend in public while doing a very natural thing. Of course, when I was done with her Kim would want to return the favor and that created another dilemma. She had to have noticed I was having a crisis, as I mentioned she's well aware of my constant internal struggle between my desires and my modesty, and as usual she helped break it. "If you don't put this on me I'll call your parents when we get back and tell them about your little walks in the woods." I felt a swell in the pit of my stomach. This was another of Kim's tools for getting what she wanted- minor blackmail. The walks I took in the woods around my parent's farm (that's a story for another time) are great memories, but nothing I wanted my folks to know about. "You fucking bitch!" I said between clenched teeth, "You wouldn't!" "Try me," she said, and then tossed the bottle. I barely caught it as she turned over onto her stomach. Part of me was tempted to just walk off, but then I remembered about breaking up with her. Opening the bottle, I sprayed the lotion onto her back and started to rub it in. "I've been thinking lately," I said, "about us." I picked up the bottle and put more lotion on my hands and started to rub her ass. "Mmmmm, what have you been thinking?" "That we need to change something. Turn over." Kim complied and I started rubbing lotion onto her breasts. She arched her eyebrows as if to say 'go on'. I felt her nipples get hard and I pulled my hands away. I couldn't say this while turning her on. I poured some lotion onto her stomach and spread it around. "Well? Spit it out slut!" Fuck it. "Kim, we need-" "Hello!" It was a male voice, accented in Portuguese. We both looked up and saw two young men, about our age, standing over us. One of them asked, "Should I bother to ask if you ladies are enjoying the beach?" Kim smiled and started talking. She told me she wasn't interested in men, but I always wondered because she never passed up an opportunity to flirt with them. I never minded talking to guys, but I usually liked to set things straight from the get go, rather than let them down after they've bought two or three drinks. Yet no thanks to Kim we ended up in an open-air bar on the beach, three drinks and two shots later, the guys just having walked off and Kim and I with plans to meet them at a club later that night. "So how many drinks tonight before you tell them the truth?" I asked. "None. We have plans at another club. I'm sure those two will have plenty other 'chicks' to score with. They're pretty forward guys." "Wait, what plans?" The devilish smile came out. "It's a surprise." That had me worried, since the 'surprise' could somehow be a hindrance to my plan. The time was now. But as I sat there trying to work up the guts to say it a short, middle-aged man with a camera walked up to us and asked if we wanted our picture taken. I'm camera shy, but I was pretty drunk and agreed. We leaned into each other and smiled at the camera. Just as he took the shot I thought about how I needed to make sure Kim ended up with this picture, knowing every time I'd look at it I'd know what was going through my mind at that moment. We went back to the beach and jumped into the water. It was so wild to feel the ocean water against my naked breasts. Kim stood in front of me and fondled my breasts under the cover of the water. She pinched and pulled my nipples and I moaned softly. I grabbed both her globes and kneaded them, then pinched her nipples hard. "Owww!" she yelped. I smiled and dove underwater, swimming below the surface. I felt something grab my foot and I stopped. Kim swam up and covered my left nipple with her mouth, sucking it gently. I put my hand behind her head, enjoying the sensation, until I felt teeth and blew out my air as she bit down. It wasn't a hard bite, but enough to get her revenge. I pulled her hair hard until she came off my breast and blew out her air. We both headed up and were coughing and gagging when we surfaced. "You okay?" I asked. Kim nodded. "You?" "Yeah," I said. But I was still shaken by how much anger I felt when I grabbed her hair. I realized if we weren't under water the force of my hands might have torn some of it out. Later on we went back to the house and got ready for that night. While Kim was in the shower the phone rang. After a few hesitations I picked it up. "Carol?" It was Kim's mom. "Hi Mrs. Ross." We chatted for a while, Mrs. Ross asked how we liked it down there and I gave her an edited version of what we'd been doing. Still, it was easy to talk to her since she knew about Kim and I and seemed very cool about it. As usual she asked how my parents were doing and said she'd like to meet them someday. Mrs. Ross told me she was calling because Kim was supposed to call when we got down there to let her know we arrived safely. "Oh, um, we've been kind of overwhelmed since we got here and I guess she just didn't get a chance yet." It sounded lame even as I said it. "I guess not," Mrs. Ross said. There was a hint of disappointment in her voice. The bathroom door opened and Kim walked out. I told Mrs. Ross to hold on and handed over the phone. "What?" Kim said sharply. I got dressed and listened to Kim grunt her way through the conversation. She said some things I don't remember and the conversation ended with Kim saying, "Go fuck yourself," and slamming down the phone. In the few months I've known Kim I can't remember too many conversations with her mother that didn't end that way. She got along with her dad a little better, but not by much. I didn't say anything since the one time I pushed the issue Kim freaked out and told me to mind my own business. It was times like these that had me questioning what I saw in her in the first place. CHAPTER 6: A NIGHT IN WITH THE LOCALS Kim and I had dinner at a local place where I decided to experiment and try a dish I'd never had before. It turned out badly and I ended up eating more off of Kim's plate than my own. Afterwards we went to a local club where Kim insisted standing under a fish tank set in the wall for fifteen minutes. I soon found out why. "Are you Kim?" a Portuguese-accented voice yelled over the music. We turned and saw two girls standing there, both had copper color skin and dark hair. One girl had long hair with a braided strand going down the left side of her face. She had a curvy body with some extra weight without being fat and wore a halter-top that showed off her large breasts. Her stomach had one of those big, deep bellybuttons you usually see on women of her body type. The girl who spoke was a little taller with a thin body, short hair that was cut along her jaw line and a pair of saucer-sized eyes with plenty of white in them. She looked very innocent, but the once-over those eyes gave me followed by the look on her face betrayed something that said she could eat me alive. "Maria?" Kim asked. "Yes," short hair replied and then indicated her friend. "And this is Isobel." Maria turned to me. "You must be Carol." I was good and confused. Kim turned to me and said, "Surprised?" "A little," I said sarcastically. Kim explained that she had met Maria in a lesbian chat room on the Internet. I knew Kim talked to lesbians around the world but she never mentioned one from Rio. She must have been planning this for a while. The four of us ended up dancing for an hour or so and then Kim said we should all go back to the house. I had a feeling this was where things were going, but I didn't want to ask Kim in front of Maria and Isobel. On the one hand I was excited, I'd always wanted to invite another girl into our bed. Kim was aware of this because it was the stories about her exploits with three other girls in high school that planted the seed of this particular desire. On the other hand I was nervous because I was afraid my sexual inexperience would be very obvious. Back at the house we mixed some drinks and sat on the patio. Maria had planted herself in a chair next to mine and we talked for a while. It turned out the girls were from a nearby town and they were both twenty-one. I told her a little about me without going into too much history about my lack of love life. Maria asked if she could kiss me and I said yes, but at first she just stared at me for a few moments. I don't know if she was a little apprehensive, like I was, or if she was looking for something in my face. For all I knew she trying to count my freckles. Maria broke the stare by lowering her eyelids until they were half open, tilting her head a little and leaning towards me with her lips slightly parted. Just before we made contact she stopped, her face mere centimeters from mine. I could feel the heat of her breath on my lips. Her tongue came out and gave a quick swipe along the front of my lips. I'd only been with two girls before Kim, my roommate from college and my best friend Lorna from back home. Lorna and I started kissing each other and even ended up fooling around a few times, but I really had feelings for her and there were times I thought she felt the same way. I was too nervous to push the issue and I think she was too nervous about being labeled to get seriously involved with me. Eventually she got a boyfriend and forever left me to wonder if we could have been more. My roommate was basically a straight girl who wanted to fool around with another girl for the experience. Kim was the first experienced girl I'd ever been with, which wasn't really saying much because her 'clique' was the only experience she'd had before me. But with how turned on Maria got me at this point alone I realized my experience status was about to change a little. I moved in and tried to kiss Maria but she moved her head away. I settled back into my position and suddenly Maria leapt forward and kissed me. Her tongue made nice with my tongue and it felt like melted chocolate in my mouth. Maria's hands went to the back of my neck and caressed the skin there. Then her hands moved so her fingers could caress the sides of my neck while her thumbs lightly moved over my throat and the bottom of my chin. As the kiss came to an end Maria took my lower lip and sucked it between hers, then used her tongue to lick my lips. "Why don't we go where there's more room?" Kim said. Maria and I looked up to see Kim and Isobel standing over us. The master bedroom had a king-size bed that could fit the four of us. Kim took some toys out of the bedside drawer- a vibrator, a clitoral kiss and some lotion. Isobel had gone to her car and when she came back she had a paper bag. From it she pulled out a set of anal beads and tossed them alongside Kim's toys, then went to the stereo and put in a CD of slow guitar music. We decided to pair off first to get used to new partners, Isobel and Kim took the left side of the bed while Maria and I took the right. Maria and I spent some time kissing and caressing each other. She pulled away and smiled as she undid my top and pulled it off, then leaned down and kissed along my left shoulder as her hand caressed my left tit. I leaned my head back in pleasure as her kisses moved down my chest to where her hand was. She didn't take my nipple in immediately; but simply let her breath entice the sensitive skin. While this happened she ran her fingertips very lightly on the undersides of my globe. Then all at once her hand cupped the underside of my breast as she sucked my nipple into her mouth. The combination made me moan in pleasure. I heard another moan just after mine. On the other side of the bed Kim was lying down and Isobel was on top of her. They were both already naked, Isobel was sucking hard on a mouthful of Kim's left tit and her right hand was working Kim's right nipple. Isobel's left hand was between the Kim's legs, moving just enough to confirm the obvious. Maria started licking my right breast all over, skipping the areole, and covering it in her saliva. I was surprised when she moved her head back but then she pursed her lips and started blowing on it. Her head moved in slow circles, moving from the outside and slowly zeroing in on my areole. My nipple was already hard as she took it into her mouth and rolled her lips over it. "Hey," Isobel called to us. They had turned over so Kim was lying on top of Isobel. "We going to turn this into a foursome or what?" Maria turned to me. "So impatient," she said, then turned to Isobel and said something in Portuguese. Isobel said something back and Maria just rolled her eyes as she took off her clothes. I followed suit, figuring Maria had given in. I scooted over to lie next to Isobel and Maria moved into position between my legs. She used her hands to start playing with my pussy, running them through my pubic hair before playing with my folds. When her tongue licked the entire length of my slit I cooed and thought of what was to come. It was a short anticipation- her tongue began slowly licking every inch of my cunt like it was looking for something. I turned to see Isobel making an "O" with her mouth as a moan escaped her. I decided to fill up that hole and grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her towards me. Our mouths made soft love to one another as our hands found each other's breasts and played around. I was so turned on, not just because I was having sex, but also because it was with more than one girl. Ever since Kim had told me about how she had sex with several girls at once in high school, all I could think about was trying it. I'd even lay in bed at night dreaming about it. Now here I was doing it for real. I couldn't think of anything that would feel better than this. Not that thinking took up that much of my time- feeling was the act of the moment. I had a girl's tongue in my mouth, her hands on my breasts, and another girl's tongue in my feasting on my pussy. Let's just say I was a little overwhelmed at the moment. It was about to get better as Maria put her tongue up my hole. I moaned loudly into Isobel's mouth, and she started sucking on my tongue as Maria moved hers in and out of me. Isobel climaxed before I did, so as she laid there in orgasmic bliss, Kim came up and kissed me. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked. "Uh, Uh huh." Kim laughed and then went down to my breasts and started playing with them. I closed my eyes as she started sucking at my left nipple. Maria found my clit and played with it with the tip of her tongue. I still felt Kim sucking on my left nipple when suddenly I felt something soft and wet on my right nipple. Knowing Kim wasn't that talented I opened my eyes to see that Isobel was back in the game. The two girls licked and sucked my tits while their hands caressed every inch of my skin they could reach. I had to revise what I'd thought before, I couldn't think of anything better than this. The feelings were incredible, and the naughty side of me was reveling in the moment. I had three girls pleasing me sexually, what could possibly make this situation any better? Then the thought of another girl sitting on my face as I ate her out entered my mind. That's my naughty side, always coming up with something else. Maria pressed my clit between her lips, lightly at first, slowly increasing the pressure until she sucked hard on it. That threw me over the edge. Kim and Isobel started sucking hard on my nipples and the pleasure I was receiving in all three areas, all at the same time, was so incredible that my orgasm was like none I'd ever had before. My body was thrashing and jerking so hard all three girls struggled to hold onto their positions. Afterwards I lay there in a bliss that I knew I'd remember for a long time. Maria cleaned me up and we switched around so Kim was lying down while Maria and I sucked on her tits and Isobel ate her out. Kim was her usual loud, vulgar self as she spewed out curse words like a truck driver. Something always turned me on about that, the fact that such vulgar language came from such a pretty little thing. After that we switched again and I was between Maria's legs, which I pushed apart wide and licked from her folds all the juices that had already accumulated there. Using long, slow licks from bottom to top I had Maria moaning in no time. Then I got down to business, using my lips to suck on hers and getting her good and worked up. I spread open her hole and slowly moved my tongue inside until I was as far as I could go and then wiggled it around some. I pulled it out almost all the way and then slowly went back in again and wiggled. A few more times of that and Maria was yelling in her language. When I finally pulled out of her the whole way I sucked on my tongue when it was back in my mouth and savored the fruits of my labor. I took two fingers and rubbed them up and down her labia, being sure to coat them with her juices, and then stuck them into her hole while I went to work on her clit, sucking it, licking it and even blowing on it. Just as Maria came her legs closed and clamped onto my head like a vise. It actually started to hurt and I called out in pain more than in pleasure, but before I could complain she came off her high and let go. I looked up at her and said, "You're legs almost cracked my head open." "Sorry," she said. "Gymnast in high school?" She shook her head. "Swimmer." I moved up and lay on her side. Kim and Isobel moved in too and we all relaxed and cuddled for a while. During that time I found out that Maria and Isobel had known each other during high school but never ran in the same crowd. After graduating they discovered their common interest after seeing each other at a lesbian club. Kim made the two girls promise to take us to that club the next night. A horrible little thought entered my head, an addendum to my plan that might make the break up seem more natural. I filed it away for later. It wasn't long before we were back at it again with Kim was between Isobel's legs. Isobel leaned up on her elbows and asked me to come to her. She had me kneel over her face and started eating me out. I put my forearms against the wall for balance and looked down at the top of Isobel's head. Her eyes looked lazily content with their lids half closed, then they would pop open every once in a while, probably responding to Kim's tongue. Meanwhile I moaned as I felt her tongue hard at work between my legs. Almost by instinct I started gyrating my hips on her face, my clit brushing up against her nose. I screamed this time when I came and I had to lean against the wall for a moment before I crawled off Isobel. Lying on the bed and watching my girlfriend bring her to orgasm, I watched for Isobel's face to take on that pained look I've seen before. But when Isobel turned her face towards me it looked sad instead of pained, and for a moment I played with the thought that she could read my mind, seeing the devious plan I had thought up. Maria crawled up next to me and pulled my head to her. She gave me a brief kiss and looked into my eyes. "Let's go outside and look at the ocean," she said. I nodded and we left Isobel and Kim to their fun. Maria and I went downstairs and out onto the patio. I felt a rush as I walked naked into the open air of nature. There was a full moon that night and it almost seemed to light up the ocean. We stood silently admiring the view. Then Maria pulled me into her arms and gave me another soft kiss. Her hands slid down and squeezed the cheeks of my ass. "You have a really nice ass," she said, followed by giggle. "Thanks," I said sheepishly, practically feeling myself blushing. There was just something about Maria. Suddenly her lips were next to my ear. "Would you mind if I showed it a little attention?" she whispered. I swallowed and said, "Sure." "Lay on your stomach." I laid down on a deck chair and felt Maria's hands on my ass cheeks as she pulled them apart. The long, slow lick of her wet tongue up my crack sent shivers that I'd never felt before. I moaned in approval as I felt her tongue working its way around back there and then a sharp wave of pleasure hit me as she made contact with my rosebud. It was the closest thing I could imagine to feeling an electric shock. "Oh, whoa," I let out as she started licking my asshole. Kim would put a finger up there but never her tongue, I don't know if it was because she wasn't into it or was as ignorant about it as I was. I'd never even thought of it. As I lay there enjoying the sensation I realized how calm I was. I looked out onto the beach and watched the waves come crashing to the shore, and I remember feeling more alive at that moment than I'd ever felt before. The breeze on my body made my skin tingle and each intake of breath sent a wave of excitement through every inch of my being. It felt like being lost in serenity. I'm not sure if it was caused by what Maria was doing or if it was my mind slowing down and taking in the scenery, but looking back, I realize that it was the calm before the storm. Maria gave my rosebud a little kiss and crawled up onto my back. Kissing the back of my right ear, she asked, "Did you enjoy that?" "More than you'll ever know." Kim and Isobel came downstairs and we decided to take another break. Isobel and I went upstairs to go to the bathroom while Kim and Maria mixed us some more drinks. I talked with Isobel some more about the lesbian club and asked some questions with my devious plan in mind. When our significant others arrived they were excited. Apparently they came up with a great idea, so after we had our drinks we ended up laying on our sides positioned in a square. My face was at Isobel's pussy, she was facing Kim's pussy, Kim was facing Maria's and Maria was facing mine. It was something called an 'Amazon Chain'. We went at it and it was awesome. At one point Maria stuck her finger in my ass and that drove me to orgasm. Once we all came we switched positions so everyone was sucking off the person who just did them. As we changed Kim grabbed the vibrator and other goodies and put them in the middle of our square. "Feel free to play with the toys," she said. I started licking Maria's pussy, alternating between sucking on the whole thing with my lips and licking it with my tongue. When I blindly reached into the middle of the pile my hand came out holding the string of anal beads. "Um, how do I use these?" I asked. My embarrassment of inexperience was overcome by the fear of hurting someone if I did it wrong. Maria broke contact with Kim's pussy long enough to say, "Lube them up and stick them in." Great, thanks for the detailed directions. Whatever, it was her asshole on the line. I rubbed the beads in Maria's pussy juice and started pushing the beads into her accepting asshole while I kept her pussy going with the fingers from my other hand. I heard a buzzing and looked over at Kim, who was using the clitoral kiss on Isobel. I managed to finish getting the beads into Maria's ass when I felt something poking at my hole. I had to stop what I was doing with Maria because a wave of pleasure washed over me and shook me to the core. My eyes went to the middle of the bed and I noticed the vibrator wasn't there. I could feel where it was though as Isobel slowly pushed it into of me and slowly moved it out again. I went back to eating out Maria as Isobel fucked me with the vibrator. It wasn't easy because the feeling of the vibrations was really getting me off. At one point when Isobel was pulling it out of me I remembered the anal beads inside Maria. I pulled on the string and popped them out one by one and I guess she really liked it because she began to climax. I sucked up all her juices and rolled what I had around in my mouth for a moment, savoring that bittersweet taste I love so much. Isobel started pumping the vibrator in and out of me with more vigor, causing me to gasp. I swallowed for fear that I would choke on the leftovers of Maria's pleasure. Wouldn't that be ironic? Choking to death on someone's cum? I pulled the last anal bead out of Maria's ass as I enjoyed the feeling of Isobel's expert use of a vibrator. My whole body started shaking and I tried to say something but it kept getting caught in my throat. Isobel stopped what she was doing and looked at me with a smile. "There something you're trying to say?" "Yeah," I said breathlessly, "don't fucking stop!" She laughed and started up again. The only thing I was doing to Maria now was holding my arms around her body for dear life as I climaxed with some very loud yells, managing to get out words like- "Uh, God, yeah, fuck, oh, shit, good, fuck, unh, uhhhhhhhhhhhh!" And with that I had my third climax for the night. I lay there trying to catch my breath as Isobel sucked the vibrator clean, then cleaned up between my legs. While that was happening, Maria, who was still sucking on Kim, had folded her legs in half so her feet were right next to my head. She had the cutest toes, the kind I like- long and slightly bony. I started sucking on them a little bit and she cooed. I wasn't exactly sure if it was for what I was doing, but I had a feeling it did. Kim came and Isobel followed not long after that. Maria had passed out by that time and Isobel crawled over to lie next to her. I was still breathing heavy as Kim spooned her body behind mine. She hugged me and kissed my neck while I closed my eyes. "I love you," Kim whispered. It caught me off guard. My eyes opened. I was in no mood, or shape, to get into the breakup talk now, especially with two other people in the room. My mind raced to think of something to say in place of it that wouldn't get me into trouble. The silence in the air was getting heavier by the moment. I swallowed hard. I reminded myself to breathe. Then fear made the decision for me. "I love you too," I said. I had avoided getting into trouble with Kim. Now I was in trouble with myself. *Coming soon- Part 2, where things get much, much worse. A reminder to send feedback to the address in my profile.*

It was an unorthodox contract, but then again, she was an unorthodox choice, so it made sense in the sort of deranged way that only nobles with more money than brain cells would think about. At least the pay was phenomenal; Ven wouldn’t have expected a relatively simple bounty like that one to be so lucrative, but, then again, when one held the local duke ransom at fork-point, one could only assume that the vassals would get antsy about it. Not that they wouldn’t love to be the one holding their lord under their thumb, but that was just the thing: it wasn’t them, it wasn’t one of their own vying for a power grab, it was some random sorcerer who decided to come waste their time and barge into their political theatre for the sake of their own amusement. It was a frankly offensive level of disregard for proper murderous etiquette, hence why the same people who had, mere weeks prior, been planning on dumping one another into an oubliette once they were in charge, gathered to pool their funds and ask for the one fighter in the realm known to accept contracts with that level of danger to them. Granted, none of them were expecting a five-foot-five paladin that looked more like a pudgy powerlifter than an actual combatant, nor their absolutely gargantuan nine-foot “squire”, who seemed more intent on flexing to show off to the courtiers than they were in doing any actual work; the wolfess, meanwhile, assured everyone that the two of them had faced much greater threats than a mere rogue wizard, and provided half the pay was given upfront, they’d be more than happy to rid their lands of the pesky interloper. It wasn’t the easiest of decisions, but seeing as no one else had answered the call in the two or so weeks they managed to stall the paladin for, the duchy’s nobles had no other option but to accept. Practically crying as their coffers took a hit, the best they could do was wait, hoping beyond hope that the brainless himbo of a squire that spent a fortnight hitting on people (with varying degrees of success) could at least put their extensive musculature to good use during actual combat. Ven herself, meanwhile, couldn’t be happier with how things turned out. She knew that herself and her trusty companion didn’t exactly inspire the most confidence when compared to most other “conventional” bounty hunters or adventuring groups, but there was a good reason why they were alive and well while plenty others had seen an early grave or forced retirement. They might look positively out of place, but they got the job done and that was all that mattered. Yes, the wolfess did have to occasionally remind Abel of what the job even was, or to stop trying to get people to touch his biceps to prove that they were, indeed, real, but her squire was ultimately dependable whenever she actually needed him to be. And for that assignment, she was going to need all the help she could get. On the surface, it already looked to be more dangerous than their usual fare. Rather than a bandit lord or the court jester going crazy (again), what they had was a renegade, uncontrollable wizard threatening a rather prestigious lord… via the applied use of delicious and irresistible cooking. Ven herself could scarcely believe it when she first heard about it, especially given how generous the bounty was, but apparently the local duke had been kept in their home for quite a while by the time she and her squire arrived, unable to leave thanks to the wizard’s baking being that delicious. Now, the wolfess liked to eat. She even liked to eat things that others normally wouldn’t, which was a boon and a half to her bounty hunting ventures at times. Despite this, and the fact that her body was a testament to her gluttony, even she couldn’t imagine anything being so unimaginably delectable that she’d literally be unable to get up and leave the room; on the other hand, assuming this much was true, it only went to show just how dangerous the wizard truly was, if he could hold an entire court hostage just with a handful of roasts. Thankfully, neither herself nor Abel were in any danger of falling under the influence; not only were they (presumably) naturally resilient to magically-enhanced gluttony thanks to their own habit of scarfing down half their body weight whenever they had the chance, but they had enough protective charms on their person that any offensive or afflictive magic was sure to bounce right off. Plus, Abel could be counted on to always do the right thing when push came to shove: nothing, absolutely nothing beat that wolf’s desire to flex and show off his pristine musculature, so surely they were immunised to anything that could potentially endanger it. Nevertheless, the approach to the duke’s castle was eerily silent, as the closer Ven and her squire came to it, the more it became clear that it hadn’t just been the lord’s family that was taken in and kept from leaving. Farms had been abandoned, tools and assorted implements still lying where they had been dropped, animals were left to graze, doors were wide open, revealing interiors which looked as if their inhabitants had left mid-meal; even the local smithy had run cold and lifeless, a wonder given the fact that there was literally a war on not a hundred miles off east, albeit a small-scale one. The castle town had been taken, its population somehow either forced to leave their homes and livelihoods or otherwise compelled to do so; even the two adventurers, who had literally gone up against entire crypts full of the risen dead before, found the whole place to be so eerie that their fur stood on end, with Abel going so far as to hide behind Ven, as if that would do anything… or hiding even worked at all, given he was a good four feet taller than she was. The wolfess still found it endearing; it was always chuckle-worthy how that big lug acted like he was a pup half his size whenever his strength wasn’t needed for a battle. The duke’s residence itself stood at the centre of a large lake, built on an island that was only the slightest bit larger than the castle taking up most of its surface area; Ven could only imagine how difficult it would be to assault it, given the only way in was via a drawbridge that ran for about a hundred or so yards… a drawbridge that was drawn, making it impossible to actually get in without swimming over. Both lupines stood at the edge of the water, staring at their destination as if they could force it to open a way forward, with Ven in particular keeping both hands on her hips, daring the wizard to come let her through. It didn’t do much; all it accomplished was getting Abel to start shaking as he loudly wondered whether the “magic man” could see them, something the wolfess couldn’t be quite sure of herself. “He has to know we’re here,” she mused aloud, more to convince herself than anything else, “so you know what?” She breathed in, inhaling as much air as she could fit in her lungs. What she was about to do was rude, crass, and positively ridiculous, but it had worked in the past several times before; if nothing else, it would certainly serve to draw the wizard’s attention, even from all the way over where they were hiding. With all of her might, employing so much of her breathing power that she felt her lungs burn after she was done, Ven opened her mouth and let loose a single word. It was a very rude word, one that was best not transcribed for posterity. Suffice it to say, Abel flinched and nearly tripped sideways on hearing it, his cheeks lighting up in about equal measure to Ven’s, though for an entirely different reason. The four letters, strung together to form one of the greatest insults that side of the steppes, seemed to hang in the air for long enough to congeal into an echo, one that ran through them far too many times, a much-too-long reminder of the lengths Ven went to in order to accomplish their tasks. Still, it worked. Just as the wolfess placed her hands back on her wide hips, a single portcullis opened on the castle’s front wall, revealing a figure that, thanks to the distances involved, couldn’t really be identified. Given that they immediately fired a lightning bolt towards the two bounty hunters, however, one could be safe in the assumption that it was, indeed, the wizard. Further confirmation came when the drawbridge wasn’t so much lowered as it was dropped, cracking it in several places while leaving a few good chunks as nothing more than planks floating in the water, a colossal crash following its calamitous descent. But hey, it worked. “Sword at the ready,” the wolfess instructed her squire, “and get the magic shield out, don’t know if we’re gonna need it or not. Oh, and keep the amulets in the correct order this time around.” Abel could only let out a short whimper before following the instructions provided, his whole body trembling in a way entirely unbefitting someone who was as absurdly massive as he was. Nevertheless, just as always, he was one step behind her, even if he was shaking so much that the wolfess could practically feel it from a few feet away. Getting across to the island was surprisingly easy though, given the lack of any magical attacks on the part of the wizard. The duo expected him to reply to such an insult as the one Ven offered by slinging fireballs or throwing huge chunks of the fortifications at them, but it seemed like they had blown their load with the whole bridge thing, leaving the wolves to traverse the path with no resistance whatsoever. The closer they came to the castle, however, the more something else became obvious: there was far more activity there than one would expect. With all the lands immediately around it being as deserted as they were, Ven assumed that most of the populace had merely been taken hostage; yet, when her and Abel came close enough to the edge of the island that they didn’t have to worry about accidentally dunking themselves in the lake, the sounds of revelry filled the air, enough so that the wolfess had to stop and wonder if it was some sort of magical enchantment, a trap perhaps… but for what? The wizard had already made it clear that they weren’t interested in negotiating, and after crashing the bridge onto the water, it was obvious the old coot wasn’t going to be apprehended without a fight. Surely, they couldn’t be so idiotic as to think that all it took for the bounty hunters to be fooled was the sound of a party behind castle walls, which raised the question of why the noises were there to begin with. Was it a double bluff of sorts, where the wizard knew that Ven and her squire would think that it would be too obvious, thus act as if that wasn’t the case in some convoluted double-blind scheme that was sure to backfire on both parties? Or, as the wolfess began to think, was it a case of there not being any hostages in there as much as there were party-goers? The wizard was supposedly a master chef, having stolen away the duke by way of magically enchanted cooking, so what was stopping him from inviting everyone else in order to expand their power base? Hells below, what if no one had been forced at all, and the two of them were about to walk into a debauched, debased feast where its participants were more interested in satisfying their animalistic desires than they were in maintaining even the most cursory level of decency? Only one way to find out. Drawing her sword, the paladin wolfess walked up to the front door, a massive wooden thing that looked to be about as heavy as an entire house, and probably blocked on the other side with enough of a barricade that it would be impossible to make it budge even an inch. Still, she had to try it… and then immediately trip forward, because the door wasn’t actually there. Ven had thrown her entire weight behind that shove, thinking she was about to slam into a solid object. Instead, her weight and momentum carried her forward through what appeared to be an illusion, causing her to collapse on the floor inside the castle itself, quickly followed by Abel, who, rather that committing the same mistake, burst through the fake door wielding a zweihander that was about as long as he was tall, snarling at whatever enemy he believed was waiting for him on the other side… only to end up staring at an empty foyer. The whole place was deserted, though still clearly well-kept. There was no dust anywhere, with the few banners draped over the walls looking as if they’d just been put through the wash; the lanterns hanging from their hooks were fitted with brand new candles and even the very ground looked to have been given a good rinse with rose water, given its oddly floral aroma. Were circumstances any different, Ven might’ve actually felt welcome in that castle; the fact that there was a clearly dangerous wizard somewhere inside, however, left her feeling even more on edge than before. Even worse was how the silence had vanished, replaced with the distant hubbub of a large crowd, muffled through what had to be several layers of stone. Ven and Abel exchanged a glance before the latter helped the former back onto her feet, the wolfess picking her sword up and handing it to her squire before asking for a larger blade; she had a feeling she wouldn’t be needing a shield that time around, even if they were about to plunge into some tight corridors. It was easy enough to find the source of the commotion, however; all it took was using her sense of hearing to navigate closer to the centre of the castle, doing her best to ignore the lavish decorations that certainly no one would really mind if they went missing, focusing instead on guiding the two of them straight towards the source of all the noise, where all the populace had likely gone to. The sounds grew louder still the more the two bounty hunters walked, with it becoming clear that they were headed down to either the cellars or some underground meeting hall; an odd choice for a banquet table to be set, but perhaps the upper levels of the castle were reserved for more practical matters. Still, the oddest thing about it was that the sounds of merriment were just that: merry. There was no screaming, no begging for mercy, certainly no shouting at a wizard to let them go; instead, if the paladin didn’t know better, she’d swear she was just hearing a regular festivity, a feast prepared by the duke for all of his subjects. Of course, none of that kingdom’s nobility would be so noble, but from what her ears could pick up, Ven had no choice but to accept that, willingly or not, the surrounding populace most likely didn’t think themselves abducted. It reached a head when the two wolves came up to yet another closed door, this one very much real as confirmed by Ven gently pushing her free hand against it. On the other side, the clanging of cutlery, the playing of instruments, the uncivilised consumption of food on such scales that it was audible to begin with. For once in her life, Ven felt fear. Not fear for her life, but rather for whatever the hell it was that happened to be waiting for her on the other side of that door. One could never be too certain with a wizard, especially one capable of wielding powers as strange as those ones; perhaps the whole thing was an illusion in and of itself, with the wolves about to enter a macabre scene of gore that would leave them scarred for life… … or, instead, they would emerge into a grandiose feasting hall, and find everyone who had gone missing. The sheer shock of it was enough to nearly cause Abel to drop his sword, and to definitely have him lose grip on the bag of adventuring equipment he had slung over his shoulder. After everything they had gone through, opening a door to find hundreds, maybe even thousands of people all crammed into that one room was… something else. Especially considering how huge they all were. There had to be some spatial fuckery going on, because there was simply no manner in which folks of that size were capable of coexisting within a banquet hall in such large numbers. The room itself must have been magically altered to be bigger on the inside, there was no other explanation; either that, or the way the castle was constructed had left Ven seriously disorientated, if what she was seeing were indeed the true dimensions of that place. It was hard to even get a bead on where the food was, given that the moment it materialised on the immense feasting table, seemingly from thin air, it vanished almost instantly; that time around, down the gullet of one of the many, many people sitting down with their fat asses spilling off the sides of their chairs, gorging themselves on the endless food supply like they were about to die of malnutrition unless they spent every last ounce of energy stuffing their faces. All while maintaining the widest of smiles, of course; nevermind the fact that they were covered in sauces from head to toe. To say that this was difficult to process would be an understatement; Ven could only stare ahead in utter disbelief, wondering to herself if the two of them hadn’t just stepped through an illusory veil and were being afflicted by some kind of spell, because clearly what she was seeing couldn’t be happening. Abel, being Abel, was split between being so wary of what he saw that his fur was practically standing on end, and wanting to throw himself at the feast so quickly that he’d break several tables in half. Ultimately, and with a good staredown from Ven, the larger wolf stayed put, though their tongue lolling out of their mouth made it clear what was on their mind. The wolfess herself couldn’t deny it either. Though her self-control was remarkably better than that of her squire’s, the hunger was still there; she hadn’t always been as large as she was then, and it certainly wasn’t because of her workout regimen that her body had become so rounded around the edges. So when the aromas wafted through the air and straight into her nose, when she felt her muzzle drip with saliva out of sheer reflex, Ven had to exercise a ludicrous amount of willpower just to keep herself from moving closer to the feasting tables. At the very least, it was proof positive that everything she was informed about the wizard was entirely true. The amulets both wolves wore were still active, protecting them from any malicious incantation, which could only mean that the food really was that delicious that it caused them to react so viscerally; alternatively, the feast was magical in nature, but rather than it being a curse of any sorts, the wizard had simply chosen to wield their power in such a way as to produce some irresistible cooking… which only made their job all that much harder. “Keep your charms close,” Ven whispered to her squire, just loudly enough to be heard over the din of cutlery and bestial gorging, “I don’t know what’s gonna happen.” “I can answer that, my good friend!” The wolfess, on hearing that voice coming from all around her, instinctively dove in front of Abel and raised her sword, nevermind how the wolf was several feet taller than her and still a massive target; it was force of habit, especially whenever magic was involved. Thankfully, there was no arcane assault, no rain of fire descending upon them, and certainly nothing more threatening than a shower of sparks that more resembled fireworks, in the middle of which an old, surprisingly fat man descended slowly in midair. They were surrounded by sparkling lights and the occasional gout of flame firing in random directions, along with some colourful lettering written in green fire that announced their name in a language Ven couldn’t read. Was this supposed to be a theatrical entrance? “Behold, for it is I!” the man declared at the top of his voice, waving his hands around far too much for someone surrounded by magical explosions, even if tiny ones, “The grand wizard Dardenius, Scourge of the Golden Fields, Conqueror of Confectionery, and Supreme Grandmaster of the Order of Pas-” The speech was interrupted by way of a sharp rock thrown by Ven at the man’s head, which unfortunately bounced off before it could hit; despite appearances, the wizard wasn’t so far gone that they forgot about covering their own ass before worrying about anything else. “I was speaking, young lady,” the old coot angrily snapped back, dusting off his long, dull-blue coat and then clearing his throat for good measure, “honestly, do they not teach you manners these days? It was bad enough you had to utter that execrable expletive outside, and now that I’ve invited you over as a guest, you have the audacity to assault me?!” “We’re not here as your guests!” Ven shouted, happy that she had something to focus herself away from the everpresent, and oddly more powerful smell of delicious food entering her nostrils, “We’re here for the duke!” “Oh, the fat bloke in the study? You can take him,” the wizard retorted matter-of-factly, “I only ever kept him in there to draw attention, he’s frankly more trouble than he’s worth. Greedy bugger kept asking for more even when his gut went over his shoes, and let me tell you young miss, magic like this doesn’t come cheap! The catalysts alone cost me so much I had to who-” “Don’t care!” the wolfess interjected, absolutely not in the mood to hear anything else her target might say, “We’re here for the duke and we’re here for you, so either come gently or face our swords!” In a single moment, the jovial, almost friendly atmosphere surrounding the wizard vanished. Though indignant, the man managed to maintain the air of someone who merely wanted to have fun… that is, until his face dropped at Ven’s threat, his eyes narrowing as if to pierce through her with his gaze alone. Even the lights seemed to dim; all the guests certainly stopped eating to look back and see what was happening, leaving the banquet hall in complete silence apart from the odd piece of falling cutlery. “I will give you one chance to retract that statement” - the wizard’s words came slowly, deliberately, chosen very carefully to avoid the nonetheless murderous streak present in them - “And then turn around, leave this place, and never come back. Or I will be forced to escort you out.” “You’re welcome to try… but…” Ven had an idea. It was a stupid idea, it was likely to backfire, but it could help her avoid any direct confrontation; it certainly worked towards her rather unique skillset, and it would let her get a piece of the proverbial pie when it came to that delicious cooking she was trying oh-so hard to ignore. She was licking her lips already; it was now or never. “I challenge you, vile wizard!” the wolfess declared, in perhaps far too ostentatious a tone, “to a test of skill! If you proclaim yourself such a skilled cook-” “I have literally never once made that claim.” “-then you shall surely know when a challenge is upon thee!” Ven finished, theatrically sweeping her off-hand from one side to another in a wide motion, “If you will not fall to our swords, then you shall fall to our guts; I challenge you to a contest of gastronomy, wizard, and if I can out-eat what you cook for me, then you shall henceforth be made to leave this land and its people alone!” “I have no real reason to accept this at all, why?” “Magic amulets,” Abel interrupted, raising a handful of them to eye-level. Almost immediately, a few were automatically turned on, projecting an anti-magic field that the wizard very clearly felt, sapping him of his power. “... so, magic contest it is!” the wizened old geezer declared, clearly equal parts angered and terrified, before pointing his index at Ven and putting on his most threatening tone possible, “But be warned! I shall prepare the most delicious and filling meals this side of the Skylarks! You shall see culinary delights unlike any you hath lain eyes upon so far! A feast of such grandiose proportions that to merely see it will be to succumb to it! You think these slobs are fat?! You hath seen nothing yet, you vile intrude-” The man was halfway through his last word when Ven decided to cut it short by walking down the stairs to the nearest section of the table. With a single fingersnap, she summoned Abel to her side, and with her squire’s help, cleared out enough space for the two of them and several dozen others. The diners weren’t too happy with it at first, but as soon as they found the nearest plate, they got back to gorging themselves and forgot all about the transgression; Ven, meanwhile, had sat down and was already looking back at the wizard. “Well?” she mused, chuckling heartily in a very deliberate fashion, “Aren’t you supposed to be the Confectionery Conjurer or whatever it was you called yourself?” “The Conqueror of Confectionery, yes, thank you,” the old man scowled, “and you expect me to snap my fingers and just make up food for you, do you fatass? No, the great wizard Dardenius will use his tools of the trade, and you, young lady, will wait for him to arrange for a proper feast! Unless you want to send that hunk of beef with me to help, if you don’t trust me.” “I don’t cook,” Abel instantly replied. “It’s true, he doesn’t,” Ven agreed, stifling a giggle, “last time he tried, he burned a pot of water.” “How do you burn a pot of w-gah, never you mind!” the wizard shouted back, before rising back in the air and flying towards the other end of the table, “The great wizard Dardenius will see to you soon!” And with the, the old man was off, cackling like a lunatic all the while, leaving behind a very confused-looking Ven and Abel, the latter of whom did his best to sit down somewhere where he wouldn’t have a ridiculous amount of food drop off the table and onto his meticulously-kept fur. He looked distressed, even more so than one should be given the circumstances, but the wolfess beside him knew better than to press the issue; whenever her squire got something into his head, he needed time to process it on his own rather than have her try to speed through it. This did give her some time to observe the rest of the dining hall though. It was clearly beset by some kind of spatial alteration magic, given how immense it was compared to the size of the castle as seen from the outside; judging by the sheer length of it, as well as the amount of people happily gorging themselves on a meal that seemed to never end, it would have to occupy an entire wall, if not even more, which was naturally impossible given there were multiple access hallways that shouldn’t exist were that room to be as big as it looked to be. Plus, there was the matter of the food. No matter how much the “imprisoned” folk ate, it never seemed to run out, and indeed the table only looked to be more laden the quicker someone took food from it; closer examine revealed that there was a certain flexibility to it, where one of the (un)fortunate ones would lean over to grab a bite, only to find another one waiting for them right next to whatever item they plucked, leading them into an escalating gorging spiral that only ended when they were too stuffed to continue, at which point the pile of delicious-looking meals in front of them slowly vanished from sight as if magicked away… at least, until the hunger pangs came back and the process began all over again. Judging by the number of people in there, most of the duke’s servants must’ve indeed fallen prey to the wiles of this “Dardenius” fellow, though they most likely wouldn’t see themselves as prisoners, willing or otherwise; indeed, the sheer degree of enthusiasm on display was such that Ven had to remind herself that she was there to detain the wizard and save the duke and his people, not sit down and eat a few snacks. She had to remind herself that she was only doing the latter as part of her plan to get everyone out of there, and definitely not because she was hungry and wanted to eat some magical cooking, absolutely not. “Are you sure about this?” Abel finally spoke up, his voice carrying enough notes of concern to write an orchestral piece with, “You know how you get when you start eating, if you lose yourself like last ti-” “It won’t be like last time, Abel, trust me,” Ven replied, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible, “we have enough charms to keep the wizard from dominating me and I think I learned a lesson or two about moderation.” The look the wolf gave her was unmistakable, and for a moment, Ven legitimately wanted to fall apart in a fit of laughter. If ever the words “Have you?!” could be distilled into an expression, that was it, delivered with the most amount of concern that could ever be wielded by someone other than a doting mother. Alas, it was Abel, and it was entirely out of concern that he glared down at her; the last time that Ven tried something of that kind had ended in near-disaster, and if not for Abel being there to save her, the wolfess would’ve certainly perished at her own hand. Not that time though. She was prepared, both mentally and physically, for anything the wizard could throw at her, no matter how delicious or supposedly irresistible! Why, she was barely salivating when she looked at the rest of the table anymore, and whenever more intrusive thoughts dared to poke at the edge of her consciousness, she could almost always push them back! It was certainly enough to leave her confident in her abilities, even if Abel sat far closer to her than he usually did, presumably an attempt at keeping her safe from something he had no means of defending the wolfess against. Still the show was just about to begin. The great cooking sorcerer took his sweet time getting the meal prepared, on multiple occasions popping by to let their “guests” now that he hadn’t forgotten about them, and was merely making sure that the food was prepared to utmost perfection, for nothing less would be acceptable for a consummate professional such as himself. Ven mostly dismissed this as the rambles of an old fart, but from the way Dardenius spoke, he seemed to be absolutely serious about everything he was saying, so much so that he was legitimately offended whenever the wolfess didn’t pay what the man assumed was the “correct” amount of attention. This came to a head about an hour after Ven and Abel broke into the feasting room, upon which the wizard appeared from thin air (again) in a shower of sparks (non-combustible that time around, somehow), waving his hands around in an wildly exaggerated manner as he proclaimed all manner of things that neither of the two lupine warriors particularly cared about. They nodded along and smiled, giving the old cooking mage what he wanted, as well as a convenient excuse for them to hurry up. Then, and only then, did the man snap his fingers and present his ultimate weapon: Ven’s meal. To describe it would be to not do it justice. It was not spoken of, but experienced, as evidenced by how it seemed to push the nearest revellers further away just by its sheer presence, as if wanting to have Ven all for itself rather than the other way around. It was mutable as well; whenever the wolfess thought of something, all she had to do was blink and it was right there in front of her, ready to be devoured, just at the exact right point in temperature and cooking time to maximise flavour. It was endless as well; the moment she grabbed anything, be it a chip or a piece of meat, it magically reappeared in its spot, just as ready to be taken again as it was before. Abel, for his part, was immediately suspicious of it all, his reaction being to lean back and refuse to even entertain the notion of so much as sniffing the repast. Ven, in sharp contrast, dug in with as much gusto as she could possibly muster, not even bothering to grab the napkins mysteriously set aside for her and simply throwing herself into the feasting with nary a care for anything in the world. It was, after all, the plan, or at least part of it. The wolfess knew what sort of person the wizard was, or at the very least had a decent idea of how they operated. She knew the man was thoroughly convinced of his own superiority, that his cookery was so powerful that it would immediately subvert her mind and cause her to bend to his will. And, perhaps in everyone else’s case, he was absolutely right, but she was not most people, and it wasn’t just because of her paladin powers. The sort of magics involved in cooking that food were child’s play to block out, so much so that Ven didn’t even need to ask for any of Abel’s spare charms, her own being more than enough to prevent any undue possession or mental manipulation. Even were that not the case, her status as a paladin ensured that she had ample protection from evil forces, and if what that wizard was doing wasn’t evil, she didn’t know what was. Ultimately though, the point wasn’t just for her to prove that she could eat that food, but rather to lull her target into a false sense of security to deliver her true final blow. Ven was, ultimately, hungry. She was hungry enough that she would consider doing what she’d considered doing, hungry enough that she took up the wizard on his offer; under most circumstances, even knowing that there was no danger to herself, the wolfess wouldn’t have gone to such roundabout methods when she could’ve just as easily just slapped the man on the face and promptly broken several points along his spine with about as much effort as she would’ve swatted a fly. No, she had a long day marching, and she wanted to eat… just not the most conventional type of food. One wondered, perhaps, what sort of person would go down the route that Dardenius had. Most wizards specialised in fields that made some amount of sense for someone wielding the powers of the universe, like destruction magic or the ability to traverse great distances, some even going so far as to rip open the boundaries of space and time to summon great and eldritch creatures from beyond the veil. Sometimes, however, a man like Dardenius came along, someone who, for whatever reason, decided their skills would be best put to use in some unorthodox, some might say ridiculous manner. And to Ven, this was fascinating. Mostly because the wizard looked very tasty. She couldn’t avoid it, it was stronger than her. Every once in a while, her predatory instincts took over and the wolfess just had to chow down on someone; it was excusable as a paladin so long as she made sure her unfortunate victim was aligned on the other end of the chart, or was otherwise a threat to society that refused to redeem themselves, giving her plenty of opportunities to stuff herself if she so desired. Really, it was mostly just Abel keeping her from wrapping up all their missions by opening her mouth and swallowing whoever happened to be giving people trouble, as despite everything, that dumb hunk knew exactly how to remind her not to ruin their chance at collecting a bounty. But for Dardenius, there was no real stipulation for live recovery. If anything, getting rid of the man would make getting paid a hell of a lot easier, provided the two of them could present evidence (itself child’s play, to be perfectly honest). So as Ven devoured plate after plate of magically-tampered food, going through a pile that refused to shrink in proportion to how much her belly was bloating, she did so staring right into the wizard’s eyes, unnerving the man to such a degree that they actually looked away, the first victory of the night as far as the wolfess was concerned. She had him intimidated; now, it was a matter of throwing him onto the corner and keeping him there, until he could do nothing but whimper and beg for mercy while Ven completely ignored them. But first, the food; she wasn’t bewitched, but she had to admit, Dardenius did know how to cook! It made some sense, since magic could only go so far without something to anchor it in reality, and it stood to reason that a wizard specialised in that… well, field, for lack of a better word, would have ample experience in the kitchen. Still, she didn’t expect it to be so good when deprived of its enchanted properties, so much so that she had to stop and occasionally reassure Abel that no, she wasn’t taken, and yes, she was just hungry and eating because she wanted to. At the very least, it made Dardenius shake in his… whatever he was wearing underneath the robe. It was clear the man was not expecting the wolfess to be able to chow down so much food at once, let alone without falling prey to his magic, so for Ven to go through what looked to be half of her body weight in meat and potatoes, along with plenty of sauce on the side, wasn’t so much a thorn in his side and a wrench in his plans as it was a complete and total catastrophic failure. He couldn’t even adapt anymore, not without admitting that he was forfeiting the terms set between the two of them; while he had been certain of his superiority before, he absolutely was not anymore, driving the man to start thinking up wild strategies for how to get out of there unscathed. None would work, obviously; Ven was far too good at what she did to let something as silly as self-replenishing food get in the way of her. Indeed, all she could think to do at that point was keep on devouring as much as she was given, purely to watch as the wizard lost his grip on himself and was slowly reduced to quivering in his (presumed) pantaloons at the sight of a wolfess who seemed possessed of a bottomless stomach. Abel, meanwhile, had finally gotten the right idea, realised his partner was in no danger, and thus proceeded to spend his mental processing power in terrifying the wizard further by simply staring at them without blinking, one of the small giant’s many, many impressive talents. Really, it was just a case of seeing how far any of them could go before someone broke, and it wasn’t going to be Ven who did so. She was just eating; frankly, she’d be happy if the wizard got so scared that he just left, because by that point, her belly had already bloated to a good twice its already-prodigious former size, and she was having some trouble imagining how she’d fit Dardenius in there. She would, but it would just be slightly harder than it would normally have been. So the three remained, with Abel staring the floating wizard down, the floating wizard barely able to breathe, and Ven gorging herself on the neverending supply until she was pushed back by her expanding gut; it only truly stopped when she heard the chair underneath her groan, and not from the weight either: every mouthful she forced into herself caused her seat to scrape the floor as it was pushed back, the table winning out in the end when Ven’s belly became far too much for the small amount of space that it had in front of it. It was as if she had reached a limit: the wolfess literally had no more room, so every time she ate something, it just made her visibly swell by the amount eaten. It couldn’t last. Eventually, her belly became too big for her to even reach the table anymore, and seeing as she’d taken to dragging whole plates with her just to avoid losing out, by the time she was actually finished cleaning them up, there were a good four feet of wolf gut in between herself and the closest dish. She was practically buried by her own full stomach, grumbling and growling, feeling like her insides had been filled with warm, slorshing concrete from how dense and heavy they felt. Really, she couldn’t have another bite, especially with how much she was bloating already. But she wasn’t done. “You!” she bellowed, turning to face the wizard floating above her head, “Make yourself useful and come feed me~!” “I’ve already been feeding you, fatass!” Dardenius dared to reply, wincing almost immediately at the glare Abel shot at him, “What, do you want me to-oh my heavens above, you do, don’t you?” Ven said nothing. She knew that he knew, and he knew that she knew that he knew. It was one of those rare moments of clarity between two people where no words needed be exchanged, because they’d only ruin the whole thing with either sentimentality or undue amounts of trepidation and terror. There was only one thing the wolfess could possibly mean when she commanded Dardenius to feed her, and the poor man knew exactly what it was; thus, his only recourse, at least if he wanted to avoid being skewered by Abel in multiple spots of his abdomen and head, was to come down and start shoving food down Ven’s throat. But it was at that moment that the wizard came to a wonderful realisation: for the first time since the feasting started, he had the paladin at his mercy. He couldn’t bend her mind to his whims, sure, and there was still that big lug of a wolf to worry about next to her, but now that the intruder wolfess was telling him to give her food, he could finally turn the tables on her… and quite literally so, at that. There was a whole banquet still going on mere feet away, uninterrupted despite its originator very clearly being in hot water. And, much like the smaller feast prepared for Ven, this larger one was also unending, courtesy of Dardenius’ expert control of food magic. For the wizard, it was child’s play to physically tilt the table towards the end that the wolfess was sitting at, then weave his powers around the sliding food and have it fly directly into the paladin’s open mouth, not so much feeding her as he did stuff her like a turkey for the roast! Yes, it was perfect: she would finally be on the receiving end of his power, and would be left far too fat to ever move again! Sure, the other wolf was still there and would need to be taken care of, but that hardly mattered next to getting rid of the biggest threat! It was, thus, with a smile that Dardenius snapped his fingers, and though Ven raised her eyebrows at the sight of the dinner table rising up from the floor, she did nothing to stop it; indeed, she opened her mouth wider, having perfectly deduced what was going to happen, and in that final moment before the last gorging began, she looked at Dardenius, staring through into his eyes, letting him know in no uncertain terms that, in the end, she was still in charge, not him. He could bloat her until she was immobile, and he still would’ve lost anyway. And that terrified the man. He couldn’t help it anymore. Much as he wanted to force more food into the wolfess than she could take, the wizard was no longer sure that such a state was even achievable; it could be that Ven would just keep devouring whatever he threw at her, and only grow stronger as a result for all that he knew! It could be that no matter how much food he dumped down her gullet, the paladin would demand more, draining his power further and further until he was left a withered husk of his former self. But he couldn’t just do nothing… so he fed her. He snapped his fingers, he waved his hands, and led the feast down towards that bottomless pit the wolfess called a stomach. He stuffed her, fuller and fuller, watching as her belly bloated with each ounce of meat and pint of sauce that was pushed and poured into her. Were it not for the circumstances surrounding it all, it almost would’ve been magical, the absolute utmost pinnacle of Dardenius’ achievements: someone who ate so much of his food that they’d run out of space, someone whose body was so unbelievably full that anything more caused it to visibly stretch out to accommodate. Really, were it not for who Ven was, the wizard would’ve been downright proud of what he’d accomplished. Instead, he remained there, locked in midair and unable, nay, unwilling to move, knowing as he did that he was a single bad moment away from being devoured. Meanwhile, the wolfess continued to pack on whatever he threw at her, to the point where Dardenius outright resorted to physically plugging the paladin’s mouth with so much food that none fit… and yet she still managed to eat it regardless. Onwards and out, her belly groaning, sloshing, creaking as it billowed out, filling more and more space in front of her. Five feet of width were easily cleared, reaching six with little difficulty. Ven herself could easily fit inside of her own gut even if she were to stand up, and yet this still wasn’t enough; she shouted at Dardenius for more, demanded that he keep giving her more food, and when he showed the slightest amount of hesitation… It took a bit, but it happened. Her belly bloated up to almost ten feet across, so massive that even Abel looked tiny next to it, rendering her completely immobile and, some might say, helpless. Some, of course, would be wrong, and it was just the case that Dardenius counted himself among those unlucky few; he figured that, perhaps, he could strike, that he could use the wolfess’ state to attack her and flee. He was wrong. The moment he got close enough to her head to touch it, believing himself in the green to cast a paralysing spell, he felt his hand be immobilised. He had a second to look to his side and notice that Abel had managed to get up and grab him before he felt the rest of him being manhandled by two hands that were very much not the immense wolf’s who had intercepted his dive. He knew what was going to happen, and, to some extent, had made peace with it; but when he opened his eyes again and saw the paladin’s hungry maw inviting him further into it, the last thing out of him was a long, muffled, ultimately gurgling scream, and then finally, silence all around. *** With the threat of Dardenius handled, it was time to move on. Those captive at the castle were going to have to work through their fattened selves, and it’d take a significant amount of effort before things were put back where they belonged, but with the wizard gone, the duchy could finally begin to heal. Granted, a great many of those in the feasting hall didn’t want it to be over, the duke included, but after plenty of grumbling (and all the food finally running out), the process of reconstruction could begin. Ven, meanwhile, had to be carted out of the castle, having grown far too large to move on her own. Dardenius had pushed her over the edge: nearly twelve feet of gut in every direction, a colossal sphere over twice as wide as she was tall, slung out in front and to her sides, keeping her well and truly pinned in place. The poor wolfess was so out of it that it took Abel moving her onto a cart and then pushing her out to get her outside; the less said about the trip over the broken bridge, the better. Still, once they were back on the road, things fell down into the same-old rhythm of walking forward and just letting time fly. Wasn’t the first time Ven had splurged out either, so Abel wasn’t exactly working without a framework… though not one that large before. It also didn’t help that Dardenius’ magic, though separated from its wielder, was still swirling around inside of the wolfess; every once in a while, her gargantuan gut would rumble like an angry ogre, Ven would give it a slap, and so much food would be summoned inside of her that her belly visibly bloated by another good foot or so, leaving the paladin to go limp as her tongue lolled out her month and she overloaded on the pleasure. Worse yet, it was starting to rub off on Abel as well! He was beginning to suspect it was deliberate too; by the time that enormous stomach of Ven’s encroached on the big fifteen, his own belly had grown pudgier as well, likely as a result of the wolfess losing control of herself. Again. The cart was groaning heavily after a while. Ven seemed unwilling to contain her hunger; the next spurt added more than just one foot, and indeed, didn’t seem to stop until her belly reached twenty feet in width… right before another rumble, another slap, and another growth spurt. And to her side, Abel felt increasingly heavier, increasingly denser. And increasingly hungrier.

Title: The awakening:chapter one-ALIVE by PhoronPhaux Tags: Dingo, Dream, M/M, Polar Bear, Story Series, Violence (Not In Yiff) manditory warning: this story contains male sehks, fighting, smoking, mild bleeding, minimum drinking, and very bad pick-up lines if any of these strongly offends you or you are under 18 do not read everyone else HAVE AT IT!! Phorone a solid white dingo with red eyes and a red mohawk wakes in bed in the arms of his lover Keith, a typical German Shepard much larger than Phorone. He smiled to himself being so lucky to have someone like him. Although there have been times where he has regretted everything, everything else seems to be okay. Phorone sits on the side of the bed and rubs his eyes sleepily giving a small yawn and walks to the dresser and pulls some baggy jeans over his nude form. Walking down the stairs he notices the pictures he and Keith took together they looked so happy together. He padded into the kitchen and started cooking the usual breakfast for him and his mate. Soon after he felt another form press up against his backside making him lean over the stove a little. "Hallo love" said Phorone grinning wagging his tail, "G'moning pup" said the Keith the smiling canine towering over Phorone sniffing the air. "Go sit i'll be over there in a minute" Phorone chuckled, "M'kay" Keith said giving Phorone a playful swat on the ass and sitting at the table expectantly. "You ready for tonight's trip?" Phorone shouted back at Keith spooning the eggs onto a plate. "I am how 'bout you?" said Keith patiently, "I'm so excited" said Phorone setting a plate on two places on a table and beginning to eat. They ate in silence and watched the time, tonight they had planned to watch the full moon from a cliff overlooking a gorgeous waterfall. Phorone got up and started toward the bedroom, Keith ate hungrily and barely noticed. Back in the bedroom Phorone grabbed a shirt from the foot of the bed having lost it and other clothes on the way there the night before. He cleaned around until Keith walked into the door way and whistled at Phorone's rump as he was bending over to pick something up. Phorone said nothing folded back his ears and just grinned to himself. Keith walked over and leaned over Phorone with his huge arms around Phorone's chest grinding his groin against Phorone. Phor could smell Keith's warm musky erection standing where he was. They both stood there in the embrace for a while murring, nuzzling, and kissing. Finally they leaned over and plopped on the floor. Phorone gave a small squeak and chuckled as Keith was pulling down his pants behind Phorone. "Take yours off" Keith demanded in a gentle voice, Phorone nodded and slipped his pants off slowly. Almost immediately Keith stuck his paw in Phorone's boxers and pressed a finger into Phorone's tail hole. Phorone gave a moan and lifted his knee up to his chest. Keith rolled Phorone onto his back and lowered his muzzle to Phorone's ear. Keith's already hard cock tip was poking at Phor's tailhole making Phor shudder a little. "Ready?" he said gently licking Phorone's ear, "Yes" said Phorone in a low growl. Keith slid his mass into Phorone's rump slowly, Phorone gave a moan closing his eyes feeling the warm fur above him, grinding on his chest and bumping into his thighs. Phor's muzzle was opened slightly his head twisting to the side something he always did when he was mounted. Keith took advantage of the open muzzle and kissed Phor as he began pumping into his lover slowly. Keith's body shivered softly as his organ passed in and out of Phor. Phorone giving random grunts broke the kiss and pressed his nose into Keith's neck breathing in his warm musky scent, Keith begins to pump faster and he turns his head to the side and bites softly on Phor's meck in a mating bite. He thrusted his hips slowly forward slowly meeting Phor's rump with his groin. Keith growled softly into Phor's ear "you like that don't you?" a smile growing across his muzzle. Phorone moaned and nodded slowly, with that Keith leaned closer touching his chest to Phorone's and started ramming his cock into his overjoyed mate. Phorone clung onto Keith's back and soon wrapped his legs around his waist pulling him in deeper. Keith sucked at Phorone's neck and inhaled his sweet scent, Phorone squeezed his tail hole onto Keith's cock and Keith reached orgasm. Exploding into Phorone filling him with his sweet cum, Phorone panted and murred softly wagging his tail on the floor, "I love you" said Phor as he and Keith laid there and they fell asleep together again. Much later he feels Keith's lips against his and he wakes with a jerk. Phor paused and looked around "Oh why didn't you wake me I got work to do i..." started Phorone but Keith set his paw on his chest. "Shaddap...good I took care of everything tonight is all about you" and with another quick kiss Keith carried his nude lover to the car and shut the door. When he secured Phor in the seat. Keith sat back into his seat and lit a cigarette stroking through Phor's headfur drove towards the mountains. "You really didn't have to" said Phorone his tail tucked in-between his legs "It's fine babe I enjoy everything" said Keith with a smile "Well thank you" Phorone said leaning his head onto Keith's shoulder hugging around his abdomen and watching the road. They stopped at a cliff and there the moon was at a low rise above the waterfall. The splashing water making a mist giving a rainbow arcing from the falls to the river below. They got out of the car and walked along a cliff parallel to the river looking about 40 feet below, Keith grabbed Phorone's wrist and Phorone gasped. "Don't worry I gotcha" he said pulling Phorone into a hug. Keith sat down with Phorone in his lap, they watched the moon for a couple hours. Finally Keith grabbed Phorone forcefully by the ear and shoved Phorone's muzzle into his crotch. "Suck it!!" he barked making Phorone flinch. Phorone slowly opened Keith's pants and found his erection and began to suckle it. Guided by his ear he sucked the organ at a moderate pace lapping the pre inside his muzzle. He soon began going faster and faster gripping Keith's hips, he murred as Keith bucked his hips and exploded in his muzzle filling it with seed. Phorone pulled off smiling up to his mate, but his vision went out and he found himself lying on his back clutching his muzzle in excruciating pain. What horrified him the most was the warmth he felt run down his face, his blood. Soon Keith started to approach Phorone. Phorone backed away scrambling and shaking his head screaming "no no Keith NO I LOVE YOU!!" he shouted frantically. Keith just growled and picked him up by his neck. Phorone soon felt pain rush from his stomach into his spine then pulse into his brain. He couldn't breathe and he was knocked back several feet. Landing on his back he gasped of air as Keith approached him again he turned to run but Keith grabbed his tail. Phorone screamed and tried to run Keith's nails dug unto Phor's flesh as he forced his legs to move. Phor fell to the ground crying Keith picked him up again but by the scruff of his neck and screamed at him, "YOU ARE NOTHING!!! WHY DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS WHY AM I THO ONLY ONE THAT LOVED YOU?!? HUH?!? I NEVER LOVED YOU!!YOU WERE JUST SOMETHING TO FUCK AND YOU'LL NEVER BE ANYTHING MORE THAN JUST THAT" and Keith back fisted Phorone right in the muzzle sending him spiraling over the cliff. Phorone made a sharp inhale as the ground seemed to rush up to him. The cold water of the night enveloped Phorone as he was washed down stream in the powerful torrent. He smacked against a log which drifted onto the shore and he looked back to see Keith spit into the water where he landed get back in the car and drive away. Wet and cold Phorone sobbed and looked to the full moon ahead of him and howled at it pulling himself up from the shore. There Phorone woke up in a house alone and realized it was a dream he got up and went to the bathroom and looked at the reflection in the mirror. His mow hawk was skewed from his flailing in his sleep he looked down to his tail and it was normal. He ran his paws through it and his heart seemed to stop and his eyes grew wide. There were the scars hidden under his fur Phorone fell backwards and then was caught by a stranger whom Phorone only saw the outline of until he completely blacked out. Phor woke again in his room and started "who the hell was that" he tried to search his mind for a possible answer. Just then he realized as saph a silver fox with a blue tinted white underside and red fur seperating the black fur from the white he walked into the room and looked at Phor with his glacier blue eyes and backwards-spiked head-fur. "Hello little bro" said Saph, "Hey Saph" said Phor yawning, "forgot again did you?" Saph asked and Phorone glared at him viciously, "Fuck you" he spat and walked off back into the bathroom. He brushed his chops and changed clothes. He grabbed his keys and headed out the door, "Where are you going?" asked Saph, "To a bar" said Phor leaving and slamming the door. "That pup needs help" said Saph to himself smoking. Phor turned on the lights and looked at the two cars the black modded out Mitsubishi eclipse and the deep blue modded Maxima, Phorone clicked off the alarm on the keys and the eclipse jumped to life with it's dark red underbody neon and powerful engine. Phor opened the door and it only came out about three inches and stopped. "Piece of..." Phorone trailed off then he realized. He lifted the door and it revolved around the side mirror. Once inside he closed the door and backed out. Once outside he raced out leaving smoke from his tires. Driving fast down the empty highway he turned on his cd player to the heavy metal he loved so much. He nodded his head he shifted and sped away looking at his speedometer pointing at 160 he slowed to turn off of a exit and drifted onto a street and stopped at a light. The glow of the light in the night made the entire intersection glow an ominous red. Phor cocked his ears back and sighed seeing his cigarettes on the dash. He waited when the ambience shifted to a bright blue. Phor regunned across the intersection lighted a cigarette and drove away. He parked in a parking lot near his favorite club the HOWLitzer. He walked in and listened to the same type of heavy metal music playing he sat at the bar and ordered a jack daniel's and sipped it slowly. Just when a wolf sat right beside him and stared at him for a while "what?" Phorone demanded "You look like you are about to hurt me" said the wolf "Wow you read minds don't you" said Phorone turning away, right then the wolf chuckled "And I was right that hurts" he said Phorone mouthed out the words to the song that was being played and sipped his drink "Listen I was wondering if I could get you another drink have a conversation and possibly get your number is that possible" asked the desperate wolf. "No not really" said Phorone who started smoking again "Heh please don't make me beg" said the wolf whimpering playfully "I'm only gonna say this one more time...fuck off" said Phor menacingly but never once looking at the wolf. "Your loss" said the wolf and he walked away. "Ass" said Phorone he finished his drink and made the decision to leave the bar altogether when he got to his car he was hammered in the side of the jaw by an unknown assailant. Phor fell to the ground stunned the wolf and about three more of his friends surrounded Phorone. "I offered you and easy way out of this but now we'll just have to pack fuck you" said the wolf. Phorone got back up and growled at them all. The gang charged in on Phor and he punched one in the stomach and another in the throat while kicking one in the chest leaving his special one unharmed for now. All of the other wolves fell to the ground either in pain or unconscious. Phorone grabbed the remaining wolf's shirt and brought him to eye level, "I told you not to fuck with me" he said as he uppercutted the wolf in the bottom of his muzzle sending him up a couple inches before he fell back down. After Phorone got in his car and drove back home taking the same rout and doing the same things. When he got there it was dawning and he needed more sleep. When he walked in he saw Saph on the couch, "Fun night?" he said looking at the smeared blood on Phorone's paw. "Very" said Phorone smirking, "I'm gonna go sleep don't bother me with anything. Phorone plopped on his bed exhausted and sore. Saph entered the room and sat on his bed next to him. "You should see someone for you dream little brother" said Saph, "I'd only end up in an asylum like you were" Phorone said starting to sleep. Saph picked up phorone's head and kissed him, "Don't forget our deal" he said with a smirk. "What?" said Phorone drowsily, "That if I let you live with me I get that sweet little ass anytime I want" said Saph smoothly and Phorone gagged. There was no other option for him he'd freeze if he didn't and he had no one else Saph knew this too. "Yeah I remember" he said clenching his teeth. "Good then undress and bend over the bed brother" said Saph licking his ear. Phorone undressed himself and followed the horrid instruction Saph unzipped his pants and pressed his sheath against Phorone's bare rump. Phorone growled as he felt Saph's cock tip penetrate his unlubed tailhole, Saph's powder blue looking chest and belly-fur leaned against Phor making the bedsprings groan in protest. Saph nibbled at Phor's nape and bucked his hips softly into Phor's ass. Phorone loved the feeling and tried to imagine it was someone else, who it came from it disgusted him but it had to be done. So Saph ass fucked Phorone several times over finally letting him sleep in that same position. When Phorone got up it was the middle of the day, he put some pants back on and headed out again this time to his job. He arrived at the dark wings auto modification shop he pulled inside and got out. A black otter with sky blue hair greeted him, "Yo Phor!!" he said "T'sup Ez" said phor cheerily. "What do we have for today?" asked Phor "Nothing mutch just the evo but it needs a lot" he replied. Phor looked over and inspected the awesome pink and black lancer evolution 8 it was getting tricked out it had a graphic on it with two dragons staring at the stars on the front of the car. "Who's this from" asked Phor "long time big spending customer of mine the one with the drop reserved and the skyline and RSX" Ez replied, "I've never seen him" said Phor, "That's cause he doesn't want anyone to see him" said Ez. Phorone looked at him weirdly "Why" because he hates attention" said Ez walking away. Phorone wondered what that meant but he dropped it and worked on the evo installing the custom 8 speed engine and neon. By the end of the day he halfyaw finished the engine got the bodykit on and overall made good time. He had worked for a good 10 hours when Ez interrupted him, "What are you still doing here Phor?" he said sighing. "Working" said Phorone from inside the empty engine space in the hood. "Get a mate and have something else to do other than work and treating other furs like shit" said Ez Phorone remained silent and popped up and fastened the intercooler to the front of the car and Ez just watched him. He heared a car approaching and his ears perked. A pure white Rx7 with ice spikes on the side pulled into the garage as it turned Phorone noticed the gay pride band on it side window. Phorone cocked his head and stared the car turned off and a massive polar bear with 2 inch spiked headfur stepped toward Ez. "T'sup buddy" said the bear cheerily "Hey Polar" said Ez, "I got the money for that neon" said Polar, "Alright then...Phor stop fantasizing and go get some O2 neon for meh" said Ez as Phorone stopped work for a second and walked off to get the white neon. Meanwhile polar and Ez talked "Aww that's horrible" says Polar after hearing about phorone's past Ez put on a grin "He's lonely and single" said Ez grinning, Polar looked at the equally sized otter and rolled his eyes "What? I'm trying to help him" said Ez folding his arms. "I'll talk to him and see if there is anything I can do" said Polar looking at phorone's tail sticking out from the lighting room, "Well could you at least give him a shot Polar try and date him or something" said Ez desperately. "I will" said Polar watching Phor lug the lighting equipment by himself. Polar walked over to him "Need any help with those?" he asked, "No" lied Phor. Polar chuckled and lifted half the gear in one arm, "Look I do..." Phor started as he turned around to scold the gentle bear but ended up tripping and shoving his muzzle into the bear's chest he backed away and blushed, "Sorry but I don't need any help" he said taking the stuff from Polar and starting to walk away. Polar watched Phorone walk away, "I think I like him" said Polar to himself Phor meanwhile was in shock and shook his head. "Snap out of it why the hell are you doing this Phor? You're making an ass of yourself but why are you doing this?" he said to himself lifting the car on the power jack. He installed the neon wit and lowered the car, "Thanks bud" said Polar to Phor and Phor just walked away, "Go back over there and talk to him Phor" demanded Ez, "Why?" said Phor but Ez just growled and his eye twitched. "Okay okay I will" said Phor walking over to the massive bear. "Hi" said Phorone to the bear playing with his new lights, "Hi there" said Polar "I...uh...well...I was hoping....um wondering if maybe we could...uhm y'know" Phor tried to get out "Are you asking me to a date?" said the bear grinning, "Yeah I am" said Phor scratching the back of his head, "But you probably wouldn't want to do anything with someone like me so I'm sorry" said Phorone turning away. Polar got out of his car and hugged Phorone who gave a loud meep as polar swung back and forth, "I'd love to" he said putting the stunned dingo down and he got in his car, "Bye" he drove away Phorone still stood there shocked, "Toldya" said Ez popping out from a corner, "Here is his number" said Ez handing Phorone a paper and shoving him to his car. "now go home get some rest and call him in the morning" said Ez grinning. Phorone was stunned all the way home and he finally sat on his bed, "What have I gotten myself into" he said and he slept. He awoke to the sound of Saph and his friends having a party outside of his room. Pissed off and groggy Phor went to the shower and stripped turning on the water. He thought of polar which made his tail wag a little bit something it hadn't done in a long while. Phorone stepped into the warm water tilted his head back and folded back his ears. His muscles ached and they had for a while meanwhile someone busted into the door it was a dragon and a rather large one at that he was ice blue and completely wasted. Phorone paid no attention although he knew there were supposed to be only 14 dragons on Kuriize so seeing one was VERY rare. The dragon kept vomiting in the toilet and Phorone ignored him and then decided to tease him, Phorone walked out of the shower wet and nude and tapped the recovering dragon. He opened his eyes and whistled, "Hey there" he said with a huge grin Phorone rolled his eyes "Can you hand me that towel behind you?" said Phor and the dragon plucked a string out from the towel and held it up to Phorone. Phor rolled his eyes again and leaned over the dragon bumping his sheath into his muzzle, Phor took the towel and wrapped up in it slowly and walked out of the bathroom and back onto the bed he then put on his same pants and rested there. The dragon emerged and looked at Phorone and walked into the other room. He heard them continue and Saph and the dragon both walked in "Phor this is Cero, Cero this is Phor" said Saph who then cupped Phor's muzzle "Phor show Cero some love" said Saph, "No" said Phorone smoothly. Saph gripped Phor's muzzle, "Listen like it or not you are my little bitch so fuck him ride him I don't care but you will do what I say" said Saph. "NO!!" screamed Phor as he gripped Saph's arm and Cero just watched completely unscathed by the events. Saph punched Phor in the stomach and phor was flung back. "The fuck?" said Phorone, "It's not that easy little brother" said Saph in a demonic grin, "Now get out of my house" said Saph as he picked up Phorone was lifted and thrown out of the nearest window. Phorone landed on the concrete with a thud and was knocked unconscious. When he woke up about three hours later it was still dark and his head burned he had been lying in a pool of his blood blood. He stood up and felt his head split in half, "Shit!" he said closing his eyes and holding his exploding head. He looked out at to the street and there was his car with all of his belongings packed in it Phor sighed and scratched some of the dried blood out of his fur. He drove to a remote parking lot and finished the night there. Soon there was a tap at his window Phorone blinked and squinted at the sunlight when he rolled down his window. "you can't par...whoa you okay" said the leopard policefur looking at the dried blood from Phor's head going down his neck and into his shirt. "Yeah I'm fine" Phor said rolling up his window and driving off before the cop could say another word. Phor stopped in another parkinglot and sighed. He once again looked at his cigarettes on the dash. He'd forget them if he never saw them he lit up a cigarette and sighed "what did I do?" he said feeling stupid. He shoved his hands in his pockets and felt a piece of paper. He pulled it out and stared at it... "should I" he asked himself...

Title: Same Old Routine by RedWing Tags: Action, Adventure, Death, Human, Military Hi there! This is my 1st attempt at a story so please, if your gunna insult me, make sure I work with it! Sorry for the lack of furs in this chap this is just a prologue, but I promise that there will be furs in the future chapters! - RedWing The Change Chapter 1 - Same Old Routine. My name is Alexander Redwing, and I'm part of the SAS, my team has 4 members, all highly skilled people and great friends. We're currently heading for the jungles in Burma where we have had reports that an hostile terrorist group has discovered some ancient ruins, but I don't care much for old stuff, even though its meant to be linked to the creation of the world or something like that. Anyway we're now approaching the Drop-Zone. Our orders are to find the group, wipe them out, and TRY to keep the ruins intact...just the same old routine. The chopper was honing in on the drop-zone, its rotors blowing the trees apart. Even though this was the year 2074 the SAS still used old vehicles. Suddenly the pilot chipped in, \*Alpha squad, we're approaching our vector, there's not enough room to land, your gunna have to rope it down there \* \* Will do \* I said into my comm link. "Alright guys! Listen up! We're gunna have to rope it down there, just the basics. No enemy resistance expected, its gunna be a clean jump, all right boys, lets saddle up! I take it your all know our objectives?" "Yes sir, find hostile force, and wipe them out" "And???" I asked "TRY and keep the ruins in one piece" "Good, good, this will be easy, remember... pick your targets! Don't go firing a whole clip into a bush!" \* Alpha squad, ROLL CALL! \* "Redwing standing by, Peters standing by, Wilcox ready for duty, Winger ready to kick some ass!" \* All right, jump on my mark...3...2...1...NOW NOW NOW!!!! \* "GO, MOVE YOUR BUTTS! JUMP!" We all grabbed hold of a rope and slid down to the earth below. "Get your vectors," I said in a low voice. "We don't want any surprises" Once we had all landed and checked the area we headed northeast deep into the jungle, where these ruins are expected to be. After about 10mins trekking through the jungle, we discovered that the enemy was well fortified in the ruins, " Wilcox, how many do you see?" "Looks like 12 to me sir." "Ok, go set up a sniper point over in that tree. Winger set that M78 (upgraded version of the M60) over in those shrubs. Peters follow me" "Sir yes sir" they all reported. Peters and me walked slowly into the shrubs, covering each other's backs. "Peters, as you're the demolitions man I want you to plant C7 around those pillars." "But sir, what about the objectives?" "We can say that they destroyed them, it just makes our job easier." "Hmmmmmmmmmm... ok sir." \* Alpha squad, prepare to go live \* I said into my comm. \* on my mark.........now \* A loud sniper shot could be heard, as one of the terrorist's stomach was ripped open, dropping him to the floor. The M120 started to heat up, charging itself for the attack. Another sniper shot, another dead man. I started to fire my plasma carbine, gunning down 3 men that were running for cover. Suddenly the M120 released its pent up energy, a large plasma beam shot across the ruins, incinerating anyone unlucky enough to get in its way. \*ALPHA SQUAD! GO! GO! GO! \* We started to rush them, charging into the frenzy. \* How's those C7's coming along Peters? \* \* Nearly done sir...almost...what the...SIR...NEED...HELP.........ARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!! \* \* Peters...PETERS! PETERS REPORT! \* "DAMN IT! ALPHA, IM GUNNA GO HELP PETERS, FINISH THE OBJECTIVES!" "BUT SIR..." "BUT NOTHING, I GOT HIM INTO THAT TROUBLE AND IM GUNNA GET HIM OUT OF IT!" And with that I ran as fast as I could to Peters last location... sure enough, he was dead, but not in the way any human gun could do, his body had changed into a stone form, "Damnit" then I looked at what he was touching. "Huh?" it was a panel of some sort, with the words "only the chosen may connect" so I decided to touch the panel... and that's when it happened, the panel started to glow a bright blue, the light forcing me to put my goggles on. Then my hand started to glow blue, "what the..." the blueness travelled up my arm, across my chest, down the other arm, down to my legs then finally up to my head, the blue seemed to give off a cooling sensation. Making me feel very calm. I knew I should have called out, but something made me not want to. That's when the blue overtook my whole body, suddenly, it gave off a brilliant flash, and I blacked out. My squad mates came running to that spot, saw Peters, and then started to think where I was. The problem is.........I don't know where I am.

Victim of the Molbol Virus Tears leaked from Donna's eyes as she lay in the fetal position in a pile of wet leaves. Her body hurt, her guts felt like they were churning inside of her. She hugged herself tighter and whimpered. She was supposed to be protected from poisons, heck; she was supposed to be protected from practically anything that could be thrown at her. She had borrowed a holy relic from her school; it was supposed to protect her from all the terrible effects that could befall someone who got a good blast of Malboro pollen. That was what she had come out into the deep, dark, dank, Fenmoore Swamp to study, and quite possibly learn how to duplicate the magical effect, Donna was a disciple of what was called 'Blue Magic,' learning the magical techniques of monsters; monsters that lived in high magic areas and had natural abilities that stemmed from the unusual amount of elemental energy. The Blue Mage shuddered, her armor making squelching noises as it shifted around her slime-covered body. It was disgusting, the goop seemed to be oozing out of every pore. Donna could swear she felt it leaking from other places as well; she had trouble swallowing, and her saliva felt thick and heavy. She knew she was drooling the slime as well as sweating it. There was too much inside her armor and bodysuit to merely be sweat, it had to be dripping from other places as well. Donna didn't even want to think about where it was coming from. Donna reached up and gripped the sacred ribbon that she had tied her braid with. "Stupid thing." She said, "What good are you?" Or at least that's what she tried to say, it came out merely as muffled sounds and wet, slurping noises. She tossed the ribbon away; it was useless and hadn't offered the slightest protection against the contagion that ravaged her body. This wasn't anything she'd read in the books on the creatures she'd come to study and learn from. But then again the Malboro were supposed to be green, not the reddish-purple of the one that had done this to her. It had spit a ball of purple goo at Donna, taken her by surprise. It was stealthier than the run of the mill Malboro. She hadn't seen the creature until it was right behind her. Quite a feat considering its bright color and size compared to the others. Donna had fled immediately; she wasn't prepared to go one on one with a creature with a mouth big enough to swallow her whole. The thought made her shiver again, this time with a strange pleasure as she thought of the creature that had done this to her. The cramping and pain had begun to fade, leaving a strange heat in her body. She thought of the Malboro's mouth, how warm it would be, how smooth and delightfully slimy it would be inside. Donna recognized the strangeness of the thought, but was powerless to stop the wave of pleasure that crashed over her as she imagined herself crawling into the beast's maw, curling up on that huge, soft tongue. It was likely some sort of new mind-affecting pollen that helped the plant-creature hunt, making its prey willing crawl right down its throat. Oddly that thought didn't reward Donna with the physical bliss that the idea of slipping into the creature's mouth did. The Blue Mage moaned, extending her tongue out of her mouth, one hand going to her groin and the other to her breast. She could caress her sex through the fabric of her bodysuit, but her plated armor made it impossible to tease her breast. Her body felt electric, alive and wonderfully eager to be touched. She licked her lips and nearly fainted at the sensation. Her lips and tongue both had become infinitely more sensitive. She moved her hand from its futile groping at her breast, placing two fingers in her mouth, sucking on them, licking them, rubbing her tongue with them. Tears continued to leak from her eyes, though they were now of pleasure rather than pain. She felt a luxurious sensation in her muscles, like a wonderful stretch combined with the greatest massage ever. Her armor began to feel constricting, too tight. Forgetting about her pleasure, Donna fumbled with the straps holding the armored plate on. Her fingertips felt strange, clumsy, unable to properly grasp the buckles through her gauntlets. She pulled them off and tossed them away, paying no mind to her fingertips' appearance. They were strangely swollen, rounded, and her nails had vanished. The Blue Mage managed to get a few straps undone before discomfort made her stop. It felt unpleasant to put pressure on her fingertips. A sizzling sound from her chest drew Donna's attention, and she looked downward to find a portion of her armor and her bodysuit melting away. The thick slime that leaked from her mouth seemed to be terribly acidic, but strangely it did no harm to her own flesh. Donna spit a stream of slime down onto the confining metal, softening it to the consistency of butter and allowing her to gingerly pull it away. She cupped her hands and filled them with slime as well, allowing her to rub it over herself, burning away the rest of her clothing. The afternoon sun felt so good on her skin; her reddish-purple skin. Donna looked over her body, watching as the beautiful color spread over her flesh. Now that she was freed from her confining clothes, she was no longer leaking slick slime from every pore of her body; her smooth, muscular body. Now freed from the prison of her clothes, Donna could concentrate on what mattered, the sweet, sweet pleasure her transforming flesh was giving her. She lay back on the slime-matted pile of leaves where not long before she had been curled up in agony. Now that she was free of that cursed ribbon, allowing the absolutely divine effects of the Malboro's free reign to do what it liked, Donna had never felt better. Her sex and nipples still leaked slime. The Blue Mage's breasts were larger, rounder, heavier, and not just because Donna was growing. While she was increasing in size and build, her breasts were also growing larger in proportion to her body. She began to caress them, teasing her slime-spewing nipples. They were deliciously sensitive, and they throbbed softly, longing for a deeper touch. Donna slid two fingers into each; they seemed more designed for putting things into, then taking them out of. In a short time the transforming human felt a sucking sensation on her fingers, shortly followed by the sensation of something curling around them. She felt conical teeth gently prick at her fingers. Her nipples had transformed into mouths. The mage giggled, her tongue lolling out of her original mouth, longer and thicker. It was nearly eighteen inches long, and several inches wide. It was also oh so dexterous and flexible. She pulled her fingers from one nipple-mouth, replacing it with her tongue. The rounded buds on the ends of her fingers opened, revealing red orbs. Eyes. Malboro eyes. The new Malboro smiled her mouth wider than before. She looked herself over with her new eyes, watching as her old eyes faded, her ears and nose shrinking, merging with her head, giving her a smooth, featureless look. Her hair began to writhe on its own, the strands merging, turning a more brownish shade of red. They grew, extending outward, becoming dexterous, inquisitive tentacles. Some were tipped with more eyes, some without. Donna caressed her increasingly plant-like form with her agile and flexible vines, stroking her breasts, her lips, her bare skin. Several tendrils slithered into her sex and rump, making her nipple-mouths squeak softly with pleasured delight. She hugged herself with arms and vines alike. She no longer had eyes able of producing tears, but they leaked slippery slime, as did every opening her body had. She was so lucky to experience this; so wonderfully lucky to be given a gift by one of the grandest members of her new race. She was so grateful for being allowed to experience the incredible sensation of the change, and to be able to live out her life with such sweet pleasure suffusing so much of it. The new Malboro got to her feet, her legs popping and shifting. Donna watched them transform from all angles, growing more muscular, her leg shortening below the knee, lengthening between toe and ankle, allowing her to gain a gait more suited to a predatory creature. She took a few steps to test out her new paws, gasping in delight at the sensitivity of the soft, but tough, pads that adorned the bottoms of her feet. Hard, sharp, thorn-like claws dug into the soil as she began to run, letting the air rush over her bare skin, her tentacles and tendrils billowing in the wind of her passage. It was difficult to see, but Donna had a sense beyond sight. She could feel the environment around her, able to sense where things were by the air flow, the elemental energies they put off, and the scents in the air. Oh the delicious scents in the air. She smelled the many flowers, fruits, and leaves of her non-ambulatory plant kin, she could smell the insects in the air, the small, tasty mammals hiding in their burrows and darting in the trees, the soft and delicious birds in the air and in their nests, but most of all what drew her attention was the scent of her creator's pollen in the air. Donna ran through the forest, tearing through vegetation that stood in her way, leaping over it, clawing through it, tearing it apart with her many vines. Within a few minutes she made her way to the small grove of trees where she had hidden, lying in wait for a Malboro so she could learn their special technique. The red-orange Malboro that had coated her with purple goo was right where Donna had last seen him. He simply stood there, turned towards the exact direction that Donna approached in. He smiled at her as she approached. Donna clung to his trunk, whimpering softly. She could never do enough to pay her master back for the great gift he had given her. "Thank you." She whispered from her three mouths, able to shape the words, but no longer having the vocal chords to grant her true speech. He curled a few of his locomotion tentacles around her, stroking her with a few more, returning her affection. The Grand Malboro tugged his new subject away from him, gently repositioning her in front of his mouth. His tongue, massive and purple, curled around Donna's waist, pulling the former human into the plant-creature's great maw. Donna felt no fear as she was drawn inside, not even as the creature's jaws closed, sealing her in behind many sharp teeth. It was warm, wet, and wonderfully slimy. As a human Donna would likely have thrown up from the scent of the toxins, bacteria, and rotting things that festered inside the Malboro's mouth, but as one of them Donna found that it only added to her pleasure and comfort. She hugged her master's tongue, stroking it with her vines, pressing her body against it, licking it with all three tongues. Donna couldn't have been happier. She loosened her grip as her warm, wet resting place filled with a few inches worth of thick, purple goo. She recognized the substance that had transformed her. And now, without the ribbon to halt its effects, it could complete her transformation. Her body drank it in, slurping it up through three mouths and absorbed through every pore. Donna began to grow again, passing seven feet in height, then eight, then nine, up to an even dozen, which was when her master's mouth began to feel a little cramped. Cramped, but still cozy. Donna curled up into a ball to make herself a more comfortable burden to carry. The Grand Malboro shifted her around a bit with his tongue, lining her up just right so that he could lap at Donna's sex. The ex-human moaned softly with pleasure. The thick, tough hide that replaced her thin human skin reddened on her cheeks and breasts in a blush. She felt so honored that her master would pleasure her like this. All the rubbing, caressing, and fondling of her own body had felt so wonderful, but Donna had yet to bring herself to full climax. She did not dare taint the experience by adding to her own pleasure herself. She would be brought to her first peak of pleasure by the caress of her master alone. The tongue penetrated her, its slightly textured surface feeling like soft velvet caressing her inner walls and her clitty. Both blossomed with sweet pleasure at the plant-creature's ministrations. Donna pressed herself hard against the tongue, thrusting and bucking, her pleasure made all the greater for it. She found the pleasure from the little button outside her body quickly outpacing the pleasure from the tunnel hidden within it. She felt the pleasure grow long, fat, and heavy. She felt it bulge and swell until Donna thought she would explode. And explode she did, her new member erupting for the first time, sending jets of thick, purple slime all over. The Grand Malboro purred happily, his tongue licking Donna clean of seed and her own slime. The former human felt her master's mouth tighten around her. It was so soft, warm, and ever and ever more tight. Then the creature pursed its huge lips and spit Donna out onto the ground. She blinked her many, red eyes at the sudden reappearance of the light. She had wanted to stay inside her master forever. She looked around, finding herself in the place where she had fallen, scraps of her armor and bodysuit lay all over. She looked to the Grand Malboro in bafflement, not understanding. A massive tentacle picked up the shimmering, silver ribbon from the place where it had been discarded into the leaves. With a dexterity and grace that belayed the creature's massive size, the Grand Malboro gently coaxed four of Donna's tentacles away from the rest. Then he delicately tied the ribbon in a bow around their bases. The creature grinned and patted his pet on the shoulders. He gave her a loving lick and ran a tentacle over the bow. Soon Donna was smiling as well. "It will not allow any transformative magics to work on me." She whispered, hugging one of her master's thick tentacles, "And because I signed it out, the Academy knows where I am. They will most certainly send somebody to retrieve it." The Grand Malboro wrapped a tentacle around Donna's plentiful new member, making the erect, throbbing length drip forth a generous amount of thick, viscous, purple slime. "And we'll be ready for them." Donna whispered, her three mouths grinning widely. Master Malboro and pet both began to purr with delight at what the future held for their kind.

Title: Kings slutty boy by Wolfembody Tags: Blowjob, Father, Incest, Lion, M/M, Son Hello fellow furs!!! ^\_^ i though i would do this because i was on yim with my friend and we rped this out so here you go!!! 18+ age please but there is nothing i can do to stop you so enjoy =D The king walked into the release room of the castle basically a room based around glory holes in the wall; little did he know that his son was on the other side of the wall mainly because he was homosexual yet his father had no idea of this. He sighed as he pulled down the gold trimmed edge of his pants and stuck his cock though the hole waiting for the slave to suck on it but on the other side was his son eager to start... but something caught his eye; that it is a feline cock... there are no feline guards around the castle. He called his overseer over and asked,"Uhm.... if I may ask but there are no felines guards on this level..." The overseer scoffed and said with a smirk,"Hehe... well either its a guard not accounted for... or," he began to giggle then said" or its your father, but what is the chance of that?" He walked off laughing leaving the young prince breathless. He suddenly heard on the other side of the wall,"You know it's probably isn't going to suck itself." he the proceeded to saying,"Erm... I hate to ask but can you scan your id card?" With a soft sigh the king took his card out and scanned it; within seconds the image popped up on the other side of the king taking the princes breath away as he slowly lowered himself towards the thick piece of meat that made him (sadly his mother died when giving birth to him so he never had any affection to females). He then gently sucked on the tip of the meat, pulling it out of the musky sheath, as it slowly erected into a massive 12" log of heavenly pleasure. After it became fully erect the prince began to deep throat the thick log letting it slip into the back of his mouth and began to massage and squeeze the heavy low swinging balls. He began to hear loud grunting, moaning, and mutters of pleasure that echoed though the room. He the proceeded to pull off of the cock and began to paw his father off, gently lifting his cock and pressing his nose onto his fathers balls taking in the heavy scent and started to suck on then softly imagining that the things that he was sucking made him which drove his lust even farther. After milking his father for about 5 minutes he felt the thick meat begin to pulse and pressed his lips to the top letting the huge torrent of seed fill his mouth gulping down each load that sprayed at him; this continued on for 5 whole minute before the king pulled off and let a few squirts hit who he though was a slave in the face; then pulled out of the hole, pull his pants up, and walked out sated for the enormous amount of release. His son sat there in total shock of the event that happened. He looked up at the picture of his father on the screen and began to get erect; he knew this was a "sin" but he couldn't help but want to get his brains fucked out of him by his old man. ---

Title: Me Too Tags: brother and sister sex, brother and sister incest, brother/sister, anal, anal incest *Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Enjoy!* \*\*\*\*\* Letting out a growl of frustration Tom ended the call, pushed away the keyboard, took off his head-set and threw it across the room. "Fuck this fucking shit! Fuck, fuck, FUUUUUCK!" Still cursing, he put his head between his hands as he leaned forward in his chair until his forehead was resting against the cool surface of the desk. He was still face down, mumbling and grumbling, when he heard a knock on the door followed by a husky voice from outside. His sister's voice. "Tommy? You okay in there, bro?" Tom sighed, took a deep breath, cursing himself for a crazy moron. He sat back straighter in his chair, attempting to look like a reasonably sane person. Looking sideways at the door, he cleared his throat and spoke. "Yeah. I'm fine, Kim. All good." He knew he didn't sound convincing so he wasn't surprised when the door opened to reveal his big sister staring at him. She was wearing a black tank top and a pair of gray shorts, her dark brown hair was up in a ponytail. She was barefoot, as she often was around the house, her toenails painted baby blue, one foot bent behind the other, her toes impatiently tapping on the floor as she glared piercingly at her brother. She cocked an eyebrow and crossed her arms under her big boobs as she leaned against the door-frame, a half smile on her full lips. "Sure, because you always scream FUUUUCK at the top of your voice when you're okay, uh... " Tom chuckled as he turned fully towards her. Her eyes were big and intense, a blue so dark it seemed black most of the time. As always, he saw playfulness there, and intelligence, and that big-sisterly affection that never failed to make him feel understood and unconditionally accepted. 'If she only knew... ' he thought, shaking his head. "Yeah... Maybe 'fine' isn't the right word after all," he said, running a hand through his short messy hair, a slightly darker brown than his sister's. "It's the skinny little bitch again, isn't it?" Tom laughed. He should have been mad that his sister called his girlfriend that, but then Charleen was definitely skinny, and a major bitch too. Plus, as of five minutes before, she wasn't even his girlfriend anymore. "Well, sis, you won't have many chances to call her names from now on. She just dumped me." "That fucking bitch!" Kim said, rushing to where Tom was sitting. Standing in front of his chair, she hugged him tightly to her chest, her naked arms wrapped around his muscular shoulders, her chin resting on top of his head. Tom's eyes bugged out as he found himself trapped in Kim's embrace, his face mashed against his sister's breasts. The feel of her big, soft, heavy boobs pressed against his mouth and cheeks sent a shiver through him and he felt his cock twitch as he realized that just the thin layer of cotton of her tank top separated him from those luscious, obviously bra-less mounds. Releasing him from her hug, Kim put her soft, tiny hands on his cheeks and turned his face upwards to look him in the eye. Leaning in, she gave him a kiss on the forehead. "You okay, little bro? How are you feeling? Oh that damn stupid bitch... " Tom thought about her question and considered lying to her. But how could he? When had he ever told a lie while looking into those deep, beautiful, soulful eyes? "To tell you the truth, Kim, I'm feeling kinda weird... " he sighed. She nodded knowingly, her smile still sweet but her face now set in a no-nonsense sort of expression. "Right, let's sort it out then, little bro. Come on." She took Tom's hand and lead him to his bed. Tom followed, shaking his head but not protesting. Kim got on the bed and sat back against the pillow, lying slightly on her side, her legs drawn up underneath her, then she patted the mattress beside her, raising an eyebrow to her brother, smiling playfully. "Come on Tommy, you really look like you need a session. Friends and family discount of course... " Tom laughed and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing away from his sister. They had always been close and had always talked very freely with each other, more so than most siblings they knew, but since Kim had started college two years before to become a psychologist, this mock therapist/patient configuration had become their private little ritual, a new way to communicate between them. Kim claimed she needed to practice and Tom didn't mind. She was a great listener, always had been, and he knew he could trust her more than he trusted most of his friends, probably more than he would trust an actual therapist for that matter. She knew him, she had always understood him. 'But can I tell her this?' he wondered. Her calming, warm, husky voice coming from behind him broke his reverie. "So, what's the problem, Tommy? Talk to me, bro." "Well, it's just... This thing with Charleen... " Tom started talking. Kim listened patiently, but she already knew most of what he was telling her. Tom and Charleen were both freshmen at the local college she attended herself. She had never liked that skinny little bitch. On the rare occasions in which she absolutely had to interact with Charleen, Kim had been coldly kind to her for her brother's sake, but she had never liked her, not in the least. Of course Kim admitted with herself to feeling a certain jealousy towards Charleen, just like she had always been somehow jealous of any girl that Tom took an interest in. All in all, that seemed pretty normal to her. Sisterly affection, she figured. But with Charleen it was different, she really rubbed Kim wrong. Charleen was the archetype of the haughty, self-centered, bitchy kind of girl that had always given Kim a hard time for being chubby as a kid. For years in school Kim had endured the petty cruelty and mean jokes of plastic dolls like Charleen, girls whose disdainful attitude had made her feel deeply uncomfortable with herself. Luckily, when puberty hit, Kim's body developed into the curvy, lusciously rounded figure that guys lusted after. She was no model, she knew that, but she liked herself the way she was. Her shapely forms had helped her gain confidence and her self-esteem had grown in time despite the past blows she had taken from bitter bitches permanently on a diet, like Charleen. As she listened to her brother's ramblings, she knew he was beating around the bush. "Okay little bro, stop right there," Kim said interrupting him. "I know all that. I'm well aware that you guys had little in common and blah blah blah, and although I admit that I'm glad to hear that the bitch is finally gone, I'd like you to tell me what the real issue is here. So spill it, bro. And no crap this time." Tom sat perfectly still for a moment, pondering. 'Well, she got me, of course... ' he thought. He kept silent for a while, debating whether to tell Kim or not. She was his big sister and he loved her and trusted her. He knew for sure that she loved him and accepted him, but could he tell her this? He wanted to, but wouldn't it be too much to share? Would Kim freak out if she knew? He felt her soft hand rubbing along his arm, her fingers gently touching his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. "Talk to me, bro, I wanna help you feel better. Please, Tommy, let me help." Her voice was so warm and kind, so sincere. Who else would understand this if not his sweet big sister? Tom sighed deeply, again, then blurted out: "Okay. It's sex, alright sis. The problem between me and Charleen was sex... " He wasn't sure how she would react, but he surely didn't expect her to giggle and squeeze his arm, nor did he image she would press further on the subject with absolute nonchalance, as if there was nothing awkward about it at all. Yet she did just that. "Well, duh, of course it's sex, bro! Pretty much every issue in every relationship has to do with sex somehow. And based on the way you two acted around each other, I kinda figured out that sex wasn't really working between you guys. Now, the real question is: why? What exactly was the problem, sexually?" Tom exhaled, resigned to the inevitable. "Sis, you're gonna make a fine shrink someday... " he said, and then he started spilling the beans, letting go completely, trusting that Kim would not judge him, hoping she would understand. Kim listened in rapt attention as her brother let all his frustrations pour out. Apparently, in the last year he hadn't had much sex, definitely not as much as he seemed to want or need. He liked Charleen, kind of, and he definitely wanted her sexually, he said, but she wasn't into sex as much as he was. He had to masturbate a lot, he said, and that made him crazy because what was the point of having a girlfriend if all she's good at is giving you blue balls so that you have to jack off every day, blowing your load in a tissue instead of your girlfriend's pussy of her mouth, possibly. But then, he said, Charleen was not into blowjobs much. He went down on her happily whenever he could convince her to get naked, which wasn't often, but she hardly seemed eager to reciprocate, making him beg her to suck him off, only to then have to endure her complaints about his cum being gross and swallowing not being an option, not in a million years, plus cum makes you fat, she said, or so her dumb bitchy friends had told her. So, he said, no swallowing. And no facials of course, because the one time he had suggested it she had yelled at him for half an hour accusing him to treat her like an object. "Yeah, right," Tom said, with a mirthless laugh. "Imagine if I had actually done it without asking her, like I planned to do... " Kim laughed too and told him to go on. As he talked and talked, though, she found herself getting distracted. And she started feeling weirdly aroused too. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to have him talk about sex just now, considering what she had been doing in her own room before she came to his. 'Oh well, no going back now,' she thought, squirming a bit to sit more comfortably, her whole body feeling tingly all of a sudden. Tom kept talking freely, and as her brother's sexual frustration poured out of him in his cathartic monologue, Kim's initially just slightly aroused state began to boil over. She looked at him, facing away from her, oblivious to her as he rambled on and on, his strong back perfectly straight, his body so close, her dear little brother, so handsome and sweet, so attractive in his naive way, so hot as he spoke about sex to her. As she listened to him, Kim couldn't help but think of the things he was describing. She became more and more absorbed in Tom's sexual tales, to the point that she started imagining herself taking the place of that stupid bitch Charleen in Tom's stories. Soon her mind began conjuring lewd scenes to go with his vivid words, scenes of her own creation. Images of her brother's cock were popping into her head, filling her vision, superimposed to his endless list of sexual disappointments. Images of Tom's cock, throbbing big and hard. Tom's cock, spurting cum. Tom's cum, filling her mouth, sliding down her throat. Tom's cock fucking her face, her lips wrapped around his knob, his cum spurting powerfully on her lips, pooling on her outstretched tongue in thick long ropes, painting her cheeks, streaking down her chin. "So yeah, it was basically just missionary style once a week after she got drunk enough at some dumbass sorority party, and maybe, just maybe, if I was a good goddamn boy according to her ridiculous standards, maybe she would reward me with a handjob every now and then. Which was no reward, I tell you, I jack myself off way better than she did, sadly enough... It's like... Like she was disgusted by me, or by my cock, or by sex in general maybe... Or maybe just by me, I guess... I don't know, Kim, I really don't know... " Her brother's silence broke Kim's own distraction and the stream of lurid thoughts she was having about him was suddenly interrupted. 'What the hell... Was I seriously... Oh fuck, I really was... ' she thought, as she squirmed uncomfortably, her stomach fluttering with the forbidden thrill of her fantasies. She had inadvertently started rubbing her drawn up legs together as he spoke, and she felt a definite wetness soaking the crotch of her panties. She removed her hand from where it had been laying on her left tit, massaging it lazily, languidly, but left the other hand on her brother's arm. 'Damn it,' she thought 'I shouldn't have just run to his room like that, not in the state I was, at least I should have... ' "Uhm, sis, please talk to me... I'm feeling weird telling you all this, please don't use that therapist silence thing on me, just say something, okay. So, was it my fault? Should I not have asked her for sex?" Kim cleared her voice and focused. He was still looking away from her, apparently quite oblivious to the effect his words were having on her. She took a deep breath to steady her racing heartbeat, then spoke as calmly as she could. "Tommy, don't worry. Nothing is wrong with you, little bro." Her hand stroked his arm, soothing him, and he groaned softly with relief as he listened to her warm voice. "You are not the problem, bro, your sex drive is fine. You're a nineteen year old guy, of course you have urges. In fact, based on what you're telling me and on what I could see for myself, Charleen is the one with a problem. She is clearly denying her own sexuality, and she censured yours because you brought up a sore topic to her, that is, sexual intimacy and physical pleasure. But that's no reason to treat you like she did, taking her problems out on you and denying you something natural and pleasurable, making you feel guilty in the process too. So don't let that stupid selfish cunt mess with your head, Tommy, you're perfectly okay. She is obviously the one with issues, bro. Well, beside being a basic bitch, of course." They both laughed, but Tom wasn't done yet. Kim noticed, and decided to press the issue. "There's still another thing though, Tommy. If she treated you like that, if she didn't satisfy you sexually, why didn't you leave her before today?" Tom chuckled, and thought 'And she got me again... " "Well, there's more actually... " he said slowly. "I'm all ears," Kim said, trying to sit more comfortably and only making herself tingle all over even more. "Sis, I guess what you said makes sense, about me being normally horny and stuff, I mean, it makes sense but... " Tom hesitated a second, before speaking, then he continued. "I actually think I might be a bit of pervert after all... " "Oh?" "The reason why I stayed with Charleen so long, the same reason we broke up, well, it's because, uhm... It's just that I... " He stopped. His heart was racing. His mouth was dry. Here it was. Could he really tell her? Kim couldn't stand the silence. She was squirming as it was from the sexy images she still couldn't completely remove from her mind, and the need for a long-delayed release was growing more and more with every second. "Yes... You what, little bro?" "I'm... I'm into anal, Kim, okay?" he blurted out, "I've got a major anal fetish! There, now I said it!... " Her eyes popped open and a hot flash burned all over her face. Her mouth fell and a whimper escaped her parted lips. She felt the warmth around her wet pussy ripple all around her lower body, a pre-orgasmic tremor catching her by surprise. "Oh fuck!" she gasped under her breath, quickly bringing the hand she was rubbing along Tom's arm to her mouth, hoping her brother hadn't heard her muted moan. As soon as her touch left his arm, Tom felt panic rising in him. "Oh damn, I'm sorry, I... You think I'm pervert or something now, don't you Kim?" He began to turn around, but Kim's hand darted back to his head, keeping him facing away, then moving to his neck, his shoulder, squeezing him, caressing him, then again sliding down along his shirt and to his naked arm, soothing him, trying to keep him sitting as he was, with his back to her and his eyes turned away, placating him into continuing his tale. She didn't want him to see her, hot and bothered as she was. But now that he had mentioned anal, she definitely wanted to hear more. She needed to listen to him, even though this meant she would probably get even more excited. "No, nonono, Tommy," she said, as steadily and convincingly as she could, while her mind was reeling and her heart was pounding. "I just... I didn't expect that, you caught me by surprise but it's okay. Anal is okay, little bro, it's an aspect of sexuality that, well, many people enjoy, and there's nothing wrong with it... But what exactly does this have to do with you staying with Charleen till now and with you two breaking up?" Tom thought his sister's voice sounded sort of weird, but then this whole situation was getting pretty weird. Still, as nervous as he had been before, he felt like he had just got a big weight off his chest. He really wanted to talk about this with somebody who could understand, somebody who would take him seriously and not judge him. "I know, sis, I know anal is okay, in general, I mean... But I am really, really obsessed with it, Kim, and now that it caused me to break up with Charleen, well, it makes me wonder... " And so he told her. One of the very first times he and Charleen had had sex, both drunk out of their minds after a party, they ended up having anal sex. He was fucking her doggy style, he said, and he was really pounding into her, when his cock slipped out of her pussy. As he pushed back in, he felt her pussy resist him, so he looked down and realized he had stuck the tip of his dick into her asshole. Seeing that tiny little puckered hole pulsing and clenching around his cock had driven him crazy with lust, he said, and before he knew it he was humping into Charleen's butt like there was no tomorrow, until he exploded deep inside her ass. She had been so out of it that she had barely let out some groans of discomfort as he assfucked her, but the following morning, feeling sore and leaking cum out of her rear hole, she had put two and two together. "She screamed like a banshee, Kim, I thought she'd claw my eyes out. I begged her to forgive me, I felt really sorry and guilty, I really did. But I was so wasted, you know, I wasn't exactly thinking straight and then, the moment I was inside that asshole, oh man, I just lost it completely, Kim. It was the greatest feeling in the world, sis, I had never ever thought sex would be so good, and I've been thinking about that night ever since, about anal and doing it again... " Tom went on and on about his fetish for anal sex. He said that he had become obsessed with it after he got his first taste of ass, getting instantly hook on it, so much so that he had started masturbating to anal videos all the time. He had tried again and again to somehow repeat that experience with Charleen, but it was all in vain. She wouldn't let him near her asshole, he said, and she gave him the evil eye every time he mentioned the possibility of anal even remotely, reminding him that if she hadn't been passed out drunk in the first place she would never have permitted him to treat her like an asswhore slut, not in a million years. But he was fixated, he said, he couldn't think about anything else but sex as it was, and since that night he was obsessed with anal. He explained that the fateful videochat that they were having just minutes before had ended in their breakup because Tom had asked her to show him her asshole while they were, he said, trying to sort of have virtual sex. The fact that he was still so totally obsessed with anal, to the point of bringing it up even during an attempt at videochat sex, had finally pushed Charleen over the edge. "She yelled at me, sis, much more than usual, she called me a sick disgusting pervert and a depraved psycho, she told me to go see a good shrink and never to speak to her ever again. And that's that, I guess... " As she listened to him, Kim was breathing hard and biting her lower lip, trying to contain the rising waves of her arousal. All the while, she was thinking 'Oh fuck, oh fuck, I can't believe this is happening, it's insane, but somehow it makes so much sense too, oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck!' All this talk about anal sex was having quite an effect on Tom too. He felt better, having talked about it, but, as always when he thought about sodomy, he had gotten very horny too. After he finished speaking, Tom could clearly hear his sister breathing hard and moving nervously on the bed behind him. He was about to turn around to see if something was wrong but the bulge in his sweatpants made him reconsider. "Uhm, Kim is everything okay? Talk to me, please, this is starting to seriously freak me out... " Biting her lips and squirming like her crotch was on fire, Kim took a steadying breath before speaking. "So, Tommy, you basically just stayed with that brain-dead anorexic bitch because of the one time you had anal sex while totally wasted, hoping you could do it again?" Her voice sounded deeper, huskier than usual, somehow strained. Her breath seemed ragged to Tom, who frowned as he answered. "Well, basically, yes. Yes. To be honest, I didn't even like her that much, and I don't mean her personality, which sucked, I mean physically too. She was kind of pretty, in a way, and I know that some guys are really into the thin model type, but sometimes I looked at her and it sort of bothered me that she was so skinny and so obsessed with her looks and her clothes and calories and stuff, but, you know... I had managed to fuck her ass once and I got so fixated on anal after that night... I kept thinking that maybe, just maybe, despite everything, somehow, sooner or later I might... I know it's stupid, it's just... " He was stammering, his voice was shaky, and he sighed dejectedly, as he said: "I'm an idiot, sis, I know. And a pervert too apparently... " "Oh, Tommy!" Kim jumped up on her knees and hugged him fiercely from behind, wrapping her arms around his chest and squashing her big tits against his back. Her head was beside his, right over his shoulder, and she was peppering his cheek with kisses. Tom gasped as he felt his sister suddenly embracing him. Her breath was hot on his cheek as she frantically kissed him and the unmistakable hardness of her erect nipples pressing against his back made his already semi-hard cock twitch and strain in his pants. "Whoa, sis, what's this all for? I mean, I just told you I'm a freak for anal and... " Still hugging her brother fiercely, pressing herself tightly against him, pushing her big tits into his back, unconsciously rubbing her legs together where she was kneeling, Kim spoke into his ear between kisses. "It's okay Tommy... You're not a freak... And if you are, then... Well, so am I... I love anal too, little bro... " Tom couldn't believe what his sister was telling him. 'No way,' he thought, 'This is so... Hot!' "I masturbate to anal porn all the time, Tommy... " she continued, still whispering in his ear, still kissing his cheek. "What do you think I was doing when I heard you yell? And now, listening to you talk about it... Mmmh... You got me so horny, bro... " Her voice sounded so sensual, a husky purr that went straight to the most debauched regions of his brain, inflaming his lust. Her words were so erotic that Tom moaned openly. His cock was rock hard now, a major bulge tenting his pants. "Kim... You're shitting me right?" he croaked, turning his head to face his sister. Kim's face was flushed with arousal, her big dark blue eyes were glazed over, glinting with mischief. Her parted lips were puffy, her breath ragged. She had never looked so beautiful and sexy to Tom, who just stared at her, speechless. "I'm dead serious, bro," she said with a half smile. She saw the desire in his eyes, she could feel he was as turned on as she was by this, but he still seemed doubtful. So she decided it was time to act. Climbing off the bed with weirdly jerking movements, her big heavy boobs swaying freely under her tank top, she took his hand and dragged him to his feet. "Come with me, Tommy," she said as she lead him out of his room and down the hall to her own bedroom. Tom's heart was racing so much that he could hear the blood pounding in his ears. Beside that, the only sounds in the empty house were the soft padding of Kim's bare feet and his heavier footsteps as he followed her into her room, his eyes magnetized to the bouncing, jiggling curve of her round plump ass straining and bulging against the flimsy, worn cotton of her shorts. Kim didn't let go of his hand until they were by her bed, then she pointed at her laptop lying on the bedspread. "See?" Tom thought he would cum in his pants. A porn was playing on his sister's laptop. The video wasn't even paused, only muted, she must have not anticipated being gone too long when she had rushed to his room. Tom's eyes were immediately glued on the screen where a fake-titted pornstar was slamming her butt down on the big cock she was riding reverse cowgirl. The guy was bucking his hips up meeting her bouncing motions, pumping his huge dick deep into her asshole. Wide eyed, Tom croaked: "Fuck!" Once again Kim hugged him from behind, making him feel her heavy tits, poking her hard nipples into him. "So, do you believe me now, bro? I told you, you're just fine, Tommy." Then, with a giggle she added: "Or, if you're a perv, at least you're in good company!" He blinked at her words, finally removing his gaze from the assfuck still playing on the screen. As soon as he did so, he noticed something brightly colored lying right behind the laptop. Moving closer he saw a string of purple anal beads and a tube of KY lube. His cock got so hard he thought it would snap in two. "Jeez, sis, you weren't kidding. You really are into anal too!" Kim stepped back from him, moving to his side. She looked down for a second, biting her lips, her face burning hot, blushing red over her arousal. She couldn't help but sneak a peak at her brother's crotch. His massive bulge told her everything she needed to know. Without looking at him, despite being still turned on like never before, she suddenly felt embarrassingly self-conscious. She decided to speak her mind quickly, before she lost her nerve. "Look, Tommy... The way I see it, we can either do our own thing separately or we can, well, help each other out... I love you, bro, and I trust you... But if you don't want this... " Tom turned to face her and held her in his arms, pulling her closer until he could feel the pounding of her heart right against his chest, matching his own. Gently cupping her chin in his hand, he raised her head to look her in the eyes. "Sis, do you mean... Do you really mean it?" She smiled at him and nodded her head, pressing herself closer against him, trapping his raging erection between their bodies, squashing her big tits against his torso. "Yeah, Tommy, I mean it," she said, looking straight into her brother's eyes. "We're both adults, neither of us is in a relationship, we are not hurting anybody and we are actually gonna make each other feel good, and... Well, we are obviously both pretty horny types and it seems we like the same sort of stuff, so... My guess is we'd probably be... I think we' be very compatible, bro... " Tom thought his heart would burst as he took in her words, drinking them in from her luscious lips, basking in the mischievous yet sincere sparkle of her dark blue eyes. She was breathing hard, purring softly under her breath, gently grinding her groin against his boner. "But Kim... We're siblings. Doesn't this bother you?" She looked at him in silence for a second. Then she smiled and shook her head no. Tom blinked, swallowed the lump in his throat, then croaked: "Oh, sis... " He leaned in and kissed her, hard and deep. She responded ardently, devouring his mouth into hers, nibbling hungrily at his lips, her hands darting behind his neck to pull him in closer, their tongues dancing and probing, their lips mashing and sucking and tasting, their bodies rubbing against each other urgently, their arms wrapped around each other, their mouths joined in a dialogue made of moaning and whimpering and gasping sounds of passion and affection and wonder, as they lost themselves in their soulkiss. If this was supposed to be wrong, if this wasn't supposed to happen between siblings, if they were supposed to feel guilty or ashamed or regretful, neither Kim nor Tom found any of that to be true. Whatever this was, it felt good. It felt right. Brother and sister couldn't have felt more accepted, more loved, more understood than they were feeling at that moment. Neither of them had ever felt closer to anyone else nor safer with anyone else, nor nearly as passionate towards anyone else. After a while Kim couldn't take it anymore. She broke the kiss breathing in a big gulp of air, then she practically tore Tom's shirt off him. She took a moment to admire his toned chest and arms, licking her lips as she faced her brother's lean but strong frame. She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head, letting her big tits show in all their bulging, swaying glory. Taking a step back, she stretched out her arms and puffed out her chest, giggling as she struck a silly pose on her tiptoes. She couldn't suppress a happy, reassured smile at the sight of the awestruck look in Tom's eyes. "Like what you see, bro?" "Holy shit, Kim, you're so beautiful... I fucking love your tits, sis, I love them!" he said with adoration, and then he immediately dove in to pay homage to those bouncing, jiggling mounds. Kim squealed in surprise as she felt her brother's mouth sucking hard on an erect nipple, her high-pitched yelp turning into a deep moan as he took the entire puffy areola into his mouth. Tom grabbed her heavy boobs into his hands, squeezing them and filling his palms with the soft yet firm tit-flesh overflowing his fingers. He kissed them, licked them, stuck his head in her cleavage and pressed her tits against his face, suffocating himself in the soft, pillowy crevice of her bosom, trying to fit as much as possible of each glorious jug into his hungry mouth, but they were just to big for him. He darted from one nipple to the other, tasting them, nibbling them, sucking hard, licking languidly, slobbering all over his sister's huge boobs and never getting enough of them. "Mmmh... Oooh yeah Tommy, suck your sister's big titties... Oooh yeah, just like that, baby... " As her brother slurped and groaned on her heaving tits, Kim purred in delight. She loved to have her tits played with. Her nipples were so sensitive, they got hard very easily and when she was really turned on, like she was right now, her whole pink areola became engorged and puffed out, aching to be sucked, just like her brother was doing. Pleasure was coursing through her body, making her pant and squirm, her pussy getting wetter by the second, her panties getting even more soaked than they already were. The fact that the frenzied attention her tits were receiving came from her own brother was adding to Kim's excitement immensely. She closed her eyes and let her mouth hang open in a constant throaty whimper, holding his head to her breast with both hands, tousling his hair, as he went crazy on her jugs. Her delight was further amplified at the thought that he surely never could have done anything like this with his flat-chested skinny bitch of an ex. But, as good as having him worship her tits felt, she needed more. And she wanted him to have more. A groan of disappointment escaped Tom's mouth as he felt those beautiful, soft, full boobs being removed from his hungry lips. Kim grinned mischievously at him over her shoulder as she climbed onto her bed and got on all fours, sticking her ass out to him. "Hold on, bro, there's something else I want to show you and I'm sure you'll like it... " Arching her back to push her ass further up, Kim let herself fall face down on the bed with her tits squashed underneath her. She brought her hands to her plump butt and tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties, slowly pulling them both down her round buttocks and along her shapely thighs, making her curvy ass jiggle in the process. She raised one knee then the other from the bed to let the bunched up clothes slide along her toned calves before she kicked them off her feet. Wiggling her bouncy ass to her dumbstruck brother she giggled and looked back over her shoulder, smiling as she cocked an eyebrow at him. "So, is this butt up to my ass-obsessed brother's standard?" Tom's mouth was hanging open. He could feel the pre-cum leaking out of his straining cock as his eyes devoured his sister's magnificent ass. In that position, offered and exposed like that, stuck high in the air for him to adore, it was the ultimate anal temptation. He never thought he would see such a juicy, round, plump bubble-butt in real life, and here it was. It really existed and it was his sister's ass. And apparently she was inviting him to help himself to it. "Oh my fucking god, Kim! Your ass is... It's... Glorious!" She smiled at the compliment, then impishly said: "Come take a closer look, Tommy. If you like it it's yours to play with... " "Oh fuck, sis! Fuck... " he croaked, his mouth suddenly dry. On shaky legs, Tom positioned himself right behind his sister's upturned ass and took a good look at it. He had barely taken in the puffy, meaty, sopping wet pinkness of her hairless pussy lips when his eyes popped open at the sight of what he saw right above her drenched snatch. Prying her own bouncy buttcheeks open with her hands, Kim revealed her asshole to her brother, letting him see the transparent plastic base of the buttplug she had stuck into her anus. At the sight of her stretched sphincter, at the realization that his sister must have had the buttplug up her ass all this time, Tom knew he would never need to watch porn anymore. Nothing could ever be hotter than this. "Fucking hell, Kim, is that... Were you... Wow, sis, I think I'm in love!" Still face down on the mattress, still looking over her shoulder, determined not to miss any reaction from her awestruck brother, Kim giggled, suddenly going all aflutter inside, feeling absurdly self-conscious but also immensely grateful for the sincere praise and affection in his tone, getting increasingly horny because of Tom's obvious appreciation of her. "Awww, Tommy, aren't you the cutest little brother in the world, declaring your love to your sister's ass!" He was soon laughing with her, shaking his head in amazement as he asked her: "You had the buttplug in your ass all the time while we talked, didn't you? Is that why you sounded so weird, so turned on?" "Uh-hu," she said, keeping her asscheeks spread apart with her hands,"I got so horny listening to you talk about anal, bro, look at my pussy, look at how I'm dripping... " As Tom leaned in closer, Kim let go of her asscheeks and reached for the base of the buttplug, moaning deep in her throat as soon as her fingers touched the toy, moving it inside her sensitive sphincter. Seeing her luscious globes jiggle back in place over her buttcrack and thus obstructing his full view of the plug stretching his sister's anus, Tom grabbed her bouncy rump in both hands, prying that perfect roundness well open again. Feeling her brother's big, warm hands on her plump ass, pawing at her butt, his palms full of her asscheeks, his fingers hungrily digging into her soft flesh, Kim whimpered in ecstasy. She had been building up a climax for what seemed like forever now, and she simply couldn't take it anymore. "Tommy, baby, I really need to cum now... I've got to cum so bad, bro... Will you help me cum now, please, I'm going to explode if I don't cum soon... " She was moving the buttplug gently in and out of her asshole with both hands now, moaning every time the large base of the tapered toy stretched her sphincter. Not needing any more encouragement, Tom knelt down by the side of the bed, his eyes level with his sister's offered holes, and plunged his face straight into Kim's splayed open pussy. "Oh fuck!... Oooh yeah, Tommy, eat my pussy, ooooh fuck yeah... " Tom lapped and sucked away at her labia, drinking up his sister's pussy-juices with abandon, poking his tongue into the slick, warm wetness of her cunt hole. Spurred on by her incessant moans, he focused lower, on her engorged clit, teasing it with short, light, quick licks just to then turn his attention back to her snatch, which he lapped with deep, probing, rasping strokes of his tongue. Already overcharged with the long build-up, Kim felt on the verge of a precipice. Her cunt was inflamed by her brother's oral ministration while he kept his fingers sunk into her bouncy butt like he meant to never let it go of it ever again now that he had it firmly in his hands. She loved the feel of his grabbing, possessive touch on her ass. She wanted him to have it and she needed to have him deep inside her. This sudden, clear, indisputable thought sent her mind reeling. He wanted her ass, she was sure, and she wanted him to have it. The idea burned through her like wildfire, her libido multiplying a thousandfold, her nerve-endings overloading as she moaned from her brother's thorough pussy-licking, her climax rushing closer. High on the idea of having anal sex with her brother, anticipating the moment he would take her ass, she kept grinding the buttplug in and out of her well stimulated asshole with shallow pumps, groaning desperately. "Oooh, Tommy, I'm close, baby, I'm so close... Eat me, bro, make your sister cum on your mouth... Ooooh yeah, you lick me so good, baby, make me cum... " A thought struck Tom as he stuck his tongue as deep as it would go inside Kim's sopping wet pussy. He retreated from her sweet hole just enough to be able to speak. "Pull the buttplug out, sis, I want to lick your ass." A moan of pure depraved lust escaped Kim's lips at his words. Another deeper one soon followed as she obediently proceeded to extract the toy from her asshole, loving her brother for being as dirty as she was, thanking him silently for wanting to do just what she wanted him to do without her even having to ask him. Tom stared in rapt attention as his sister's hand slowly guided the transparent buttplug out of her anus, his ears rejoicing at the melodious moans Kim was letting out as the toy left her long-teased sphincter. As she let the buttplug fall on the bed, he noticed that it wasn't particularly long nor wide. He was thrilled for a second at the thought of how much pleasure he could give her with his cock, which was way bigger and thicker. Then he was once again focusing on her pink, slick, already closing rosebud, and he could think of nothing else. "Here baby, it's all yours. Go ahead, Tommy, lick it... Lick my asshole, bro... " Like a man possessed, Tom dove into her asshole, kissing it, sucking on it, lapping all

over Kim's tiny puckered hole, licking it into relaxation, slobbering on it and probing it with insistent lingual strokes until he could finally plunge his avid tongue through that tight butt-ring, a muffled groan escaping his busy mouth as he sank his tongue into his sister's anus. "Oooh fuck!... Oooh yeaaah, Tommy, you lick my ass so fucking good... Oooh, baby, oh yeeees, aaah!... I'm gonna... " Already on the verge of climax, her release delayed way too long and the anal teasing of the buttplug having tormented her sensitive asshole to the point of making her feel like she would explode with anticipation, Kim simply couldn't take it anymore. She had started shivering all over as soon as her brother's tongue had touched her sphincter, but now that she felt him entering her ass with it and pushing in deeper as he kept sucking and slobbering and kissing her butt-ring all over, she completely lost it. "Ooooh I'm cumming, baby, oooh!... Fuuuuck Tommy!... Your tongue is so good... In my ass... Making me... Cuuuuuum!... " As she came screaming, Tom kept stroking his tongue inside his sister's rosebud, forcing it deeper through her tight sphincter as her crinkled hole now started to constrict in orgasm. He kept rimming her asshole through her climax, kissing that tiny pink starfish, suckling on it, lapping adoringly at her most secret orifice. When he felt the spasms begin to diminish he gave one last sloppy lick at her puckered hole, then he applied his tongue on it and began lapping his way down towards her pussy. He licked up all the copious girl-cum flowing out of his sister's fluttering cunt, french kissing her pussy lips and sucking at her wet hole, before moving further down to her sensitive nub. Kim legs buckled under her. Her descending orgasm burst up again in a revived, empowered wave of pleasure as she felt her brother's mouth clamping on her clit, his lips sucking on it, kissing it deeply, his tongue battering at it with firm flicks. Her arms, distended in front of her on the bed, flayed and shook at the suddenly renewed climax, her hands clawing at the sheets as she came hard, yelling. "Aaaaaagh, fucking fuck fuck fuuuuck!... Yeaaaah baby, oh my god... Cumming so hard... I love your tongue, Tommy... I'm cumming again, bro... Oh yeah, eat me, eat me, lick meeeeee!... " By the time she descended from her second shattering orgasm, Kim found herself lying down on her tummy, her legs sprawled and her feet dangling off the bed, her knees having given way at some point while she was cumming. She felt a soft touch on her ass, light kisses on her buttcheeks, a constant, relaxing, erotic caress massaging her luscious, pillowy rear. Turning her head she saw her brother still kneeling by the bed, still worshiping her ass, his face drenched in her pussy juice, his cheeks burning red with excitement against his pale skin, his messy dark hair all tousled, his light blue eyes inflamed with a mix of disbelieving adoration and aching desire. She smiled blissfully in the afterglow, feeling good and beautiful and desirable under her brother's rapt gaze. "I really do think I'm in love with you, sis, you're so amazing," he said, a stupefied expression on his face. "And to think of all the time I wasted on that evil frigid bitch when I had you right here all along... " Kim felt her heart swell at his words, but she couldn't help giggling at the comic mix of expressions on his face, his brow furrowed in thought contrasting with the far away look of desire in his eyes and the dumbstruck smile on his lips, not to mention the shin of pussy-juice glistening on his chin, cheeks and mouth. "Oh Tommy, sweetie, I'm here now, and so are you. We have each other all the time from now on, bro." Tom smiled brightly at her as he nodded, saying: "Love you, sis." Kim sat up on the edge of the bed, her arms reaching behind her brother's neck as she pulled him in for a kiss. She purred as she tasted herself on his lips, getting turned on again, the sweet delicate touch of her lips on his getting hungrier and more passionate as their tongue intertwined in a deep soulkiss. "I love you too, bro," she said when she pulled back, poking him playfully in the ribs. "Now stand up and get naked already, you licked my asshole and ate out my pussy and I haven't even seen your cock yet!" Tom chuckled and got to his feet, stripping completely naked in a matter of seconds. And there it was, right in front of Kim's eyes. The hardest, biggest, meatiest cock she had have ever seen in real life. Her brother's cock. It was so hard that it stood practically vertical against his flat, toned abdomen, so engorged that it throbbed and pulsed with an aching need for release. His balls hung low, full of churning cum, shaved clean like the rest of his crotch. The purplish, bulbous cockhead was slick with a coating of pre-cum, the clear fluid oozing steadily from his piss-slit, a big dollop sliding down along the shaft as Kim stared wide eyed at her brother's marvelous tool. "Oh my god, bro, I... I can't call you little brother anymore, Tommy, I just can't! Not after seeing this... " Tom laughed nervously but with a satisfying sense of renewed confidence at her words. This was the first time a girl had paid him a compliment about his dick. He had gotten used to comparing himself with the much bigger ten-inchers and even longer monster cocks he saw in pornos, which he simply couldn't match. He knew he wasn't small by any means, but his previous experiences left him somehow insecure. It certainly didn't help that his ex had never complimented him on his endowment in any way and had never really seemed even remotely glad to see his dick, let alone put it to good use. But now, hearing this beautiful, hot, sexy girl, his own big sister, actually praising his penis with sincere appreciation made Tom feel incredibly good about himself. For her part, Kim was mesmerized by her brother's cock. Reaching for it with a sudden craving, she quickly wrapped both her tiny hands around the base, one on top of the other. Her fingers barely reached around its girth, and the whole spongy knob was still poking out of her two-handed grip. Kim spread her legs wide so Tom could move to stand closer to where she was sitting on the edge of the bed, then she started slowly pumping his hard shaft, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from her brother's throat and causing a streaming drip of pre-cum to leak out onto her rubbing and squeezing fingers. "Tommy, baby, I'm not sure I can get it all in my mouth," she said looking up at him with those big blue eyes, her face mere inches from his throbbing hard-on, her hands sliding slickly up and down his length, the pre-cum coating the shaft making lewd squishy noises as she slowly, lovingly jacked him off. "But I swear to you, bro, sooner or later I will deepthroat your big hard cock or choke trying, I promise!" Tom tried to answer that, but he could only croak out a strangled, hollow sound as he watched his sister's mouth descending on his dripping cock, engulfing down his fat knob and sucking hard on it, her saliva and his pre-cum whirling around his sensitive glans as she treated it like a delicious meaty lollipop. "Mmmmh... Mmhmmmh... " Kim cooed as she swallowed down the frothy mix of pre-ejaculate and spit, her obvious enjoyment making her brother's cock twitch in increased arousal. She left only one hand at the base of his cock, pumping it gently and squeezing her fingers around it as she delicately jacked him off. She moved the other hand to her own already wet pussy, diddling her clit lazily as she slid her lips further down that fleshy column, sealing her plump lips around her brother's veiny prick, plunging down until she felt the spongy, leaking cockhead push against the back of her mouth and then poking at the soft entrance of her throat. Only then did she start sliding her head back, letting his throbbing mouth-stretcher glide out slowly, sucking and slobbering through moans of contentment all the way along his length, making him slick with her saliva so she could force more of him into her gullet on the next plunge. She went on like this, eyes closed, purring in pleasure as she frigged herself while sucking her brother off, her humming throat massaging him when she had him stuffed deep in her mouth, her head bobbing rhythmically on his thick length until her lips finally met her hand still wrapped at the base, still fisting him languidly. "Grgglukh... Glglukh... Ggrlkh... " Soon Kim was gagging at every downstroke, trying to push more of him into her throat, eventually leaving only her thumb and index finger to form a thin ring at the base to steady that meaty pole and align it so she could fit it into her gullet. She went down on him with a vengeance, choking herself on her brother's cock and then pulling his shaft out of her devouring mouth to spit long shiny ropes of saliva over that pulsing hardness to lube him up so she could swallow more of him, making her tiny throat constrict on his cock as she gagged, milking him, making Tom grunt and shiver all over with jolts of ecstasy from his sister's masterful blowjob. "Ooooh fuck!... Sis... You're sucking me so good... " Tom felt like he was gonna pass out from the sheer enormity of the pleasure his sister was giving him. Never, not once in his life had he been sucked off so well, so willingly, with so much love and lust, nor had he seriously expected anything near as good as this to ever happen to him. Not until now, at least, not until his sister made it real. He rested his hands on the sides of his sister's head, more to steady himself than to force her. There really wasn't any need, she was going down on him like a woman possessed. He stroked her dark brown hair, caressing the sides of her pretty face as he groaned in a spike of lewd satisfaction when he felt her push his knob right against the inside of her cheek, making it bulge out so he could feel his own spongy cockhead poking against the tender inside as he caressed the soft outside. "Yeaaaah, sis, suck me!... Suck that cock... You're the hottest girl in the world, Kim, you're so good at this... Ooooh yeah, fuck yeaaaah!... Like that, suck it sis, suck my cock... " "Mmmh... Mmmmmh... Grrglukh... Glgglukh... Glckh... Mmmhmmh... " Kim barely heard him, she was so lost in her own blowjob world. She just kept sucking him off with gusto, moaning and whimpering as she gagged herself on the downstrokes then cooing and purring on the upstrokes, slobbering and suckling and swirling her tongue around her brother's tasty meat. She hadn't sucked a cock in a while, and now that she was at it again she wondered how she had even managed to go without it. She had missed it, and only now she realized just how much, now that she had her lips wrapped around her brother's magnificent shaft. She loved sucking dick, always had. She had been giving blowjobs to her high-school boyfriend for a long time during their senior year before she finally let him have her cherry, and he had never complained. The only other cock she had sucked belonged to a college classmate she had dated for six months the year before. She had enjoyed sucking off those cocks, they were nice average cocks, but neither of those compared to her brother's juicy, thick, veiny pole. It was perfect. At least it felt perfect to her, as she sloppily worshiped it, spitting all over it when she needed some air before stuffing it back into her mouth, pushing it into her gullet, gobbling as much as possible down her throat, making swallowing motions to force it down, her throat constricting around it, milking it while she choked on it, making her brother moan in absolute pleasure as she diligently exercised her cocksucking talents on his beautiful dick. It was big and thick enough to feel somewhat challenging to her fellating skills, but not so huge that she couldn't enjoy sucking it, her mouth had to stretch to take it but there was no real discomfort for her jaw of lips. As she went to town on his fat shaft, Kim had the crazy, erotic, naughty notion that this one cock, her brother's cock, was exactly right for her, made for her specifically. She knew it was an absurd idea but still, somehow, moaning and slobbering and gagging on it, she knew that she would never get tired of sucking off this one particular dick. "Ooooh, fuuuuck, sis... You are so fucking good at this... I never had a blowjob like this... I can't resist anymore, Kim, I'm gonna cum soon... " Kim opened her eyes when she heard him, emerging from her own little bubble of cocksucking joy. She looked up at him, still jacking him lovingly at the base with just her thumb and forefinger clamped around his girth, still running her tongue up and down the sensitive underside, still kissing it all over, pouting her lips to caress it with their soft warm touch. Between licks and kisses and sloppy sucks, she said: "I know, baby, I know you need to cum. Do it, bro. Go ahead, Tommy, give it to me... I want to taste you, I need to eat your sweet cum, I want it so badly inside of me... Don't hold back on me, bro, this is only the first time I suck you off, you can cum baby, I'll always want to suck you and drink your cum again and again and again... I love sucking your cock, bro... Now cum for me Tommy, cum in your sister's mouth and let her swallow all your cum... " Tom groaned as he listened to his sister's words, hearing the sincerity of them, drinking in her eagerness, getting turned on by the obvious pleasure she took in giving him pleasure. 'How can I not love her, she's perfect... ' he thought, as he looked down at her upturned face, taking in those deep blue eyes gazing back at him, that bobbing head, those full, soft, warm lips wrapped around his meat and bent on making it disappear into her wet mouth, taking so much of him down her tight throat that he could see a slight bulge on her neck each time she gobbled him really deep, gagging less and less and taking more and more at each downstroke. He blew her a kiss as he panted, nearing climax, and murmured "Love you, sis... " as they looked into each other's eyes. He was rewarded with the awesome sight of his sister's stretched lips twitching in what he knew was her attempt at smiling back at him around his cock. Without breaking eye contact, Kim took her brother's hands into hers and guided them to the back of her head, placing his fingers at the base of her ponytail. She then moved both her hands behind him, resting her palms on his solid ass, grabbing his buttocks, pulling him into her mouth. Tom got the hint. He grabbed her ponytail with one hand and the back of her head with the other and started pushing his hips forward as he forced her face towards him, engulfing his cock into her wide open mouth. "Glluhk... Ggrhlugk... " After some adjusting thrusts, he felt her relinquish all control. Her hands left his butt and went both to her pussy, fingering her hole while she flicked her clit, leaving him completely in charge, letting him know she was his to use, willingly so. They were still looking into each other's eyes, and he saw in her dark blue orbs that she wanted this as much as he did. She blinked both eyes and nodded her head slightly in encouragement. He nodded back, knowing he was going to explode soon, it was all just too sexy. Then he started to facefuck his sister. "Ggggggrrlrgkh!... Gggrhglckllrgk!... Ghrhhglklk!... " He held her head by her dark ponytail, looking into her eyes, seeing the gag-induced tears pool into them just as the burning glint of her lust glazed them over. She was cooing and moaning deep in her throat as he pumped into her beautiful face, the vibrations of her whimpers massaging his dick every time he pushed it deep into her constricting gullet. He humped his cock fast into her mouth, fucking it like it was a cunt, a wet, warm, spit-bathing hole open for his pleasure, and at each thrust he felt her soft, stretched lips hitting his groin. She was deepthroating his whole length. He was balls deep into his sister's throat. He watched her eyelashes flutter and her right shoulder jerk and twitch as it started moving faster, and he knew that she was going crazy on her clit, nearing climax as he approached his own. "Oooooh Kim... Fuuuuck!... Oooh sis... " Tom kept pounding his cock savagely into his sister's face, his spit-drenched length sliding in deep and hard, his well-lubed knob pushing through the soft entrance of Kim's gullet and then plunging deeper still into the tightness of her throat. He moaned loudly every time he pumped his cock into her throat, enjoying the clenching, swallowing motion of her throat muscles, staying there a short while before pulling out again, her lips sliding softly against his pistoning cock, until he felt them lightly grazing the crown of his swollen cockhead, a signal for him to thrust back in, long and deep, again and again and again. The sloppy sucking and gagging noises were getting to his head, the long build-up was having his toll, and the pleasure that he was getting from facefucking his sexy big sister was just too much for him. "Gonna cum, sis... Aaah yeaaaah!... I'm cumming, sis, here I cuuuuuuuum... " He was all the way in, deep in her throat when he exploded, his first torrential blast of cum jetting straight into his sister's stomach, and then his second too and his third, the thick, creamy, powerful ropes of semen spraying deep down into her gullet. "Mmmh!... Mhmmmh!... Mmmmmh!... " His knees buckled and his hands let go of her pony tail. His vision blurred as he kept ejaculating, blasting on and on, pumping out more cum than he thought he could, but he still caught sight of his sister's eyes rolling back behind her heavy eyelids, and he knew she had fingered herself to climax too. He was still cumming hard as he felt his cock sliding quickly out of Kim's throat and her soft hands wrapping around his still exploding dick, guiding it out until only the spongy spurting cockhead was still inside, resting on her lapping tongue, engulfed between the soft seal of those perfect cocksucking lips. He trembled and panted as he watched through blurry eyes his sister's throat bulge and contract as she gulped down the constant jets of thick seed he was feeding her. She was purring as she drank him down, looking up at him with a sparkling, contented light in her eyes. "Ooooh, fuck... Sis, that was awesome! You're the best cocksucker ever!" "Mmmh-hmhm!" she moaned around his cock, winking at him sexily. She was jacking his cock two handed now as she sucked hard on his glans, her lips clamped around it, milking him dry, coaxing out every last drop of his thick semen. She had stopped swallowing, and he was almost done cumming, just minor spurts and dribbles still splashing into Kim's warm, hungry, talented mouth. He watched down at her in awe and she looked back with obvious pride as her cheeks started bulging slightly from the mouthful of his cum accumulating in there. "Fuck, sis, you are so hot, you're unbelievable... I think I've already mentioned that I love you, haven't I?" Her eyes were laughing, her mouth twitched but her luscious lips stayed sealed tightly on his knob. When she was sure that she had completely, absolutely, unquestionably sucked him dry, Kim finally let go of his juicy cock with her hands and expelled it out of her mouth with a squishy popping sound. She admired it for a second, marveling at the fact that it hadn't gone soft. It was simply hard now, not raging, rampant, achingly hard, but it had lost very little of his previous vigor. The thought of just how much fun she was going to have with her naughty little brother and his great cock flashed in her mind and added a mischievous sparkle to her eyes as she turned her gaze back up at him. Inclining her head backwards so it was pointed perfectly up, Kim carefully opened her mouth to show Tom what was inside. "Holy fucking shit, sis, this is so much better than porn!" She had to restrain her giggle for fear that the precious mouthful would spill. She knew it was a lot, she felt it bulging against her cheeks, sloshing around in her mouth, coating her tongue and teeth, intoxicating her taste buds with his creamy texture, delighting her with that special taste she had missed for so long now. The taste of cum, and better yet, her brother's taste, the unique sweet and salty flavor of her sibling's huge, thick, milky load, the load she was showing to him now, making him go crazy with lust, making herself immensely turned on at the thought of being a cumslut for her brother. She wanted to be his cumslut. She was purring in constant arousal, feeling sexy and naughty and desired, loving how her brother looked at her, like she was the only woman in the world. She loved the confidence Tom inspired in her and she knew that with him she could be as slutty and nasty as she had always wanted to be but never completely dared be, not trusting her partners to understand her fully, not sure they would not judge her afterward. She had no such fear now. This was her sweet brother. This was safe and warm and intimate. This was good. It was with a flutter of contentment that she sloshed her brother's ejaculate around in her mouth, gargling it and whirling the frothy cream around with her tongue one last time for his enjoyment and for her own slutty delight. Then she closed her mouth and she swallowed it all down in one big, noisy gulp. "Mmmh," she cooed as she sat back on the bed, lying on her side, feeling Tom's thick, warm load descending down to her stomach, coating her throat and esophagus in gooey brotherly seed. "You taste great, bro, you'll have to give me a lot of your yummy cream. Anal is not my only kink you know, I'm into cum too... " she said smiling impishly, winking at him as she settled on the bed, making room for him. "Sis, you are the best, absolutely the best!" he said, in sincere awe. "And with the blowjobs you give, Kim, I'm feeling addicted to your mouth already, so you'll have all the cum you can suck off me, any time!" "I'm counting on it, bro... " she said, giggling, but meaning every word. She smiled at her brother, her big blue eyes alight with love and lust, her arms open, her fingers wiggling at him, signaling him to join her. "I won't let you down, sis, I promise!" he said, pointing at his still hard cock as he climbed into bed and let himself drown into Kim's soft, warm embrace. They laughed and cuddled, holding each other tight, their hands exploring their warm bodies, both still electrified with desire, both ready for more. "Did I hurt you when I pulled your hair, sis, when I was fucking your face? I got a bit carried away I guess... I was looking at you and you seemed fine, but... I just wanted to make sure I wasn't too rough, you know. It felt awesome, but I don't want to hurt you, sis, I want you to feel good." "Awww, Tommy, that's sweet, but no you didn't hurt me," Kim said, snuggling into her brother's arms, nuzzling his neck, smelling his signature scent. "I liked getting facefucked, I felt so hot and sexy for you, taking your big fat cock deep in my throat, gagging like a good cumslut... You can be a little rough with me, Tommy, I like it, but you're so sweet to worry about me... My sweet little brother, with such a big, juicy cock!... " She giggled and cuddled closer into his embrace, her huge soft tits pressing on his side, her shapely thigh draped over his muscular ones, her sopping wet pussy rubbing against his leg and leaving a glistening trail of cunt-juice, her tiny hand going to his still hard cock, holding it softly, squeezing him and jacking him off slowly as he wrapped her in his arms, kissing her beautiful face, his hands flying all over her body, but focusing especially on her round bubble-butt, massaging her plump asscheeks, feeling their fullness, separating those spectacular bouncy globes, kneading them, his fingers roaming into her crack, pushing and teasing and circling around her anus with his fingertips, her tender rosebud still slick with his saliva from the anal rimming he had given her. "Mmh you really like my ass, don't you, bro? You like your sister's tiny little asshole?" "I love your ass, sis, and I can't wait to fuck it. I wanna stuff my cock in your sweet pink asshole so bad, you have no idea... " They kissed languidly as they cuddled and talked, turning each other on, smiling and teasing with words and gestures. "Mmmh I like that, I like when you talk dirty to me, Tommy, I wanna be dirty for you, with you, I'm yours, bro... I wanna be your cumslut, asswhore, dirty, nasty sister, I feel so safe with you, baby, I feel free to be slutty for you... Would you like that, bro?" "I'd love it, sis, and I love you... I love my beautiful, dirty, cocksucking, buttslut sister, I love her big tits and her round ass... And that amazing little asshole of yours, sis, I almost came in my pants when I felt it squeeze around my tongue when you came before! You are so amazing, Kim, I mean it... I never thought a girl like you even existed in real life, and now I know there is, she's right here, and she's my sister!" Kim giggled and blushed at this, feeling silly, but loving deeply the warm affection in her brother's words, enjoying his lust for her, getting all fluffy inside and tingly all over from the mix of arousal and emotions. A long, soft, heartfelt kiss was her only possible response to his adoring words. She licked and nibbled at his lips, her hand pumping his cock faster, purring as she felt her asshole stretching around the probing finger he was sinking gently into her anus, masturbating her sphincter slowly. "Oh yes, baby, finger my ass... My asshole is very sensitive, Tommy, play with it, I love it... Your tongue made it feel so good earlier, I can't wait to try your cock, I want you to assfuck me so bad, bro... " Their kisses became more passionate, eager and hungry, their mouths devouring each other as Tom carefully slid another finger into his sister's pliant asshole and she started tugging on his big cock with a fast, fluid rhythm, both of them moaning now. "I want to feel your cock in my ass so bad, I want you to cum deep inside my ass, baby... Oh, yeah, finger my asshole... Mmmh I love that you cum so much, Tommy, I loved how much spunk you pumped into me, straight down my throat... My tummy feels so full right now, so full of you, your warm creamy cum... You gave me so much cum, bro, so much good cum from my sweet brother... I want it all the time, baby, I want to be your cumslut, your asswhore, I love this, Tommy, us... I love what we're doing, it makes me feels so hot, so good, it's nasty and dirty but it feels so totally right too... " As she spoke she had maneuvered to sit on top of her brother, straddling him, her knees by his sides, her sopping wet pussy mashed against his rock-hard cock, her hands on his chest to help her slowly rock her ass back and forth, grinding her dripping labia on his pole, bathing it in her dribbling pussy-juice so that she could slide her cunt sloppily on it as he still gently fingered her ass, barely pushing his two digits in, just holding them there at her rear entrance and twirling them as he held her majestic buttcheeks open with his other hand, letting her rocking movements guide his fingers into her butt-ring, his cock pulsing as he watched her pushing back into them, making herself moan from the gentle intrusion. Tom's eyes couldn't get enough of the sight of his sister on top of him, so hot and beautiful while she whimpered in pleasure, biting her full lower lip, her big heavy tits swaying as she kept grinding her pussy on his cock and pushed her ass back and forth to let his fingers slide into her tight anus. Feeling her butt-ring stretch open and give way every time his fingers sawed into her magnificent rump, Tom's mind got more and more obsessed with one single perverted thought. He had to have her, he needed to fuck her ass, now. Unable to resist anymore, he pushed his fingers deeper into her anus, slapping and grabbing one plump asscheek with the other hand, prying her buttcrack well open, making her moan in delight, as he blurted out: "Sis, I want your ass now, I want to fuck your ass." Kim squirmed and shook, groaning as her brother's lusty words and the intense petting kept adding up to her arousal. She was purring, her eyes unfocused and her mind aflame, already envisioning her brother's cock rather than his fingers stretching her tight asshole. Her voice was husky when she replied: "Oh yeah, baby, I want it too, I want you deep in my ass... " She sat up straighter and arched her back, pushing herself up on her knees a little, just enough to raise her sopping pussy from her brother's trapped cock. She steadied herself with one hand on his toned chest while the other reached down between their steaming groins, grabbing his hard pole, stroking it, pointing it up and guiding it to the wet, soft, puffy entrance of her cunt. "Fuck my pussy a bit first... I'm so wet for you, bro, my pussy is dripping... Stick your big fat cock in my pussy, get it all nice and slick, Tommy, lube yourself up in pussy then fuck my ass, baby... " Tom sat back straighter against the pillow to have a better look at his sister as she descended on his throbbing erection. He was still masturbating her asshole, gently teasing it open, his other hand full of her bouncy asscheek, his fingers grabbing that plump globe hard and sinking in her fleshy round butt, but right now all his attention was focused on Kim's juicy cunt opening up for him, her pink, puffy pussy lips unfolding around his bulbous glans, accepting his hard meat as his sister slowing sank down on his thick pole, fucking herself. "Ooooh fuck, bro!... Fuuuck, so good... " Kim moaned deeply as she let the mushroom head of her brother's cock part her tender, wet folds until it was inside her dripping pussy, enjoying the feeling of a fat cock in her cunt, her arousal multiplying a thousandfold as she fully realized that it was her brother's cock she was fucking, the taboo nature of the act sending feverish jolts of ecstasy through her whole body. And it felt so good, so right, so incredibly fucking good. As soon as he was inside her, as soon as her pussy had wrapped her warm tenderness around his spongy cockhead, without waiting one second more, she let herself fall on his length, slamming down hard, his cock thrusting straight up her dripping vaginal channel, her ass clapping on his thighs, her tender, sopping wet folds parting and then closing themselves around him, her mouth opening wide to scream out her pleasure as she felt her brother's girthy pole fill her soaked pussy, her sisterly womb capturing him fully to the hilt in one go. "Aaaahhh, Tommy, oh god yeeeeees!... " Tom's eyes bugged out the moment he saw his sister slam herself down, instantly taking him all the way inside her. His groan died in his throat, overcome by sheer pleasure when he felt the warm, moist, silky tightness of his sister's pussy that was initially bathing just his knob suddenly extend down along his entire shaft, quickly enveloping his whole cock to the base as her vaginal channel opened for him like a fleshy flower, welcoming him and then molding itself around his length, her dripping labia resting on his groin as his cockhead was suddenly buried way up inside her womb. He grunted as he felt that smooth caress massage his entire embedded shaft, his hard-on twitching and pulsing inside his sister as she squealed and moaned on top of him, her head thrown back, her long dark pony tail swinging wildly, her back arched, her tiny hands resting on his chest as her slender arms trembled while holding her up, her huge boobs jutting out in his face, swaying, jiggling, clapping together as she shook all over, her climax rushing at her. "Ooooh fuck, sis, fuuuuuck!... " Tom was breathing hard in pleasure as he grabbed harder onto her luscious bubble-butt and pushed his probing digits into her asshole to the second knuckle, plunging his face straight at those magnificent, mouth-watering tits bulging in front of his disbelieving eyes. "Mmmh, baby, your cock inside my pussy feels so good... So big and hard and thick, oh god, it's just perfect, bro, just... Oooh fuck!... Oooooh yeah, suck my titties, baby, suck my big tits and finger my ass... Oh my god, Tommy!... Ooooh fuck, I'm gonna cum already, you make me so hot I'll cum on your big cock, bro... " "Mmffgh!... Mmhmgff!... " His words were unintelligible, his mouth full of his sister's tits as Tom, crazed with lust, wouldn't unclasp his lips from Kim's engorged nipples as he answered her. He just kept sucking her long, hard, engorged pink pebbles between his lips, licking all around her tender, puffy areolas, lapping and kissing and sniffing her tit flesh, moving from one to the other heavy jug, pressing his nose and face into those pillowy, full, delicious boobs like his life depended on it. The stimulation on her heaving tits and her sensitive asshole combined with the feeling of amazing fullness from having her cunt stuffed with her brother's fat cock, was getting Kim over the edge fast. Rocking her hips, she reached down to her impaled pussy, her fingers going straight to her clit, and she started frigging it hard and fast in squishy, whirling circles. "Ooooh fuck!... Oooooh fuck, fuck, fuck!... I'm close, baby, so close... I'm gonna cum so hard on your cock, bro... Oooooh fuuuuck!... " Her eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy fluttered as she kept grinding frantically on her brother's pole, feeling him deep inside her womb, not wanting to let a single inch of his length slip out of her, rocking harder and harder on him so that his veiny girth stirred every sensitive spot and inflamed crevice of her slick vaginal walls. "Mmpgfh... Yeah, cum on my cock, sis... Mmpghf... Cum for me and lube me good with your pussy juice so I can fuck your ass... " he said, letting go of her tits just long enough to quickly blurt out the words. He was now bucking his hips up, pushing his fully embedded cock hard into his sister's womb, making her shake on top of him, making her tits jiggle even more against his devouring mouth, making her moan louder, feeling her pussy weep sweet nectar down his hard tool, her cunt juice copiously leaking out of her labia, drenching his groin. Not only had Tom never had sex in any position except missionary, but he had also never thought a pussy could feel so good, so slick and welcoming, yet so tight, accepting him in full at the very first thrust yet enveloping him so snugly, like a perfect sheath. He was immensely grateful to his sister and thrilled at what their were doing, the taboo of the act feeling erotic rather than forbidding, their union feeling surprisingly right in many ways, first of all physically, as if they were made specifically to fit each other. It made him immensely happy that his sister was so wet and ready and willing that she had taken all of him very easily and very fast, and it sent shivers down his spine to see that she was so horny for him that she was already cumming. Turned on as she was, her asshole and tits and pussy all humming from their delightful stimulation they were receiving, it took less than a minute of clit play after her brother had started thrusting up into her sopping hole meeting her rocking motion for Kim to crest over the edge and cum hard. "Ooooh shiiiiit!... Fuck, baby... I'm cumming... I'm cumming, bro, ooooh... I love your cock in my pussy, I love this, I love this so fucking much... Ooooh fuck, I'm cummiiiiiiiing!... " Twitching in orgasmic spasms, her fingers torturing her clit, her brother's cock stuffed balls-deep in her fluttering cunt and still pumping hard up into her womb, his fingers relentlessly titillating her butt-ring, his mouth sucking her sensitive nipples, Kim climaxed in a sizzling flare of bursting ecstasy, lathering her brother's cock in her copious pussy-juices, screaming out her pleasure. Tom kept doing what he was doing for as long as he still felt the warm folds of his sister's vaginal channel pulsate and clamp around his buried cock, then, as her orgasm started subsiding, he gradually relented his ministrations, limiting his tit worship to soft kisses and delicate licks, keeping his probing fingers at the entrance of her anus without pushing them in, letting his sister ride out her climax with ease, her girl-cum flooding both their groins. With a final, contented, husky sigh, Kim's body relaxed and she collapsed on her brother's chest, her head resting on the hollow of his shoulder, her luscious boobs squashed between them, her arms reaching around to embrace him, her eyes closed in joyful satiation. "Mmmh, that was so good, bro, so very good... I never came so fast from fucking before, and I barely even moved on you... " She purred into his neck, kissing his skin lightly, squeezing her pussy around his still hard and still deeply sheathed cock, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from him. "Yeah, sis, that felt great, your pussy seems to fit my cock like a glove, and you were so fucking wet for me, sis... " He kissed the top of her head, his nostrils full of the intoxicating mixture of vanilla shampoo and her own unique smell, his hands still unable to move from her magnificent ass, his fingers squeezing then kneading then gently massaging her bubble-butt, his hard cock still snugly buried into her sopping sisterly pussy. "It was so amazing to watch you take all of me in just one go, sis, it's like... I don't know, Kim, but it really seems like we're made for each other, if that even makes sense... " She turned her face up, looking adoringly into her brother's eyes, overjoyed that he felt the same as she did. Her deep blue eyes sparkled and there was the biggest, brightest smile on her full lips as she leaned in to kiss her brother deeply, passionately. "It makes perfect sense to me, Tommy. I feel that way too, it's like we match perfectly, like we are meant to be together, like this, like we are right now... " She kissed him again, squeezing her cunt, making him groan, moaning herself at the feel of his cock inside her, so big, so hard, still throbbing with desire for her. "So, little bro... " Kim said after they made out languidly for long minutes. "I take it you liked my pussy, uh?" Tom laughed and flexed his cock inside her, making her purr, before saying: "I sure do, sis, I like your tight pussy a lot, but... " He left it unsaid, staring slyly into his sister's glinting eyes. She feigned ignorance, knowing full well what he meant, what he wanted, what they both wanted so bad. She slowly slid off his cock, letting it finally plop against his belly with a wet sloppy sound as she lay on her side, pressing her body against his, still looking at him, waiting for him to finish, only hinting, in a giggly voice: "Buuuut...?" "But now it's buttfucking time," he said, chuckling. "I want your ass, sis!" Tom smacked his hands on his sister's glorious rump for emphasis, grabbing and squeezing those plump buttcheeks with hungry lust, meaning what he said completely, yet disbelieving that he was actually saying it out loud, knowing that it was really going to happen,

his heart pounding and his cock pulsing in anticipation. She squealed and giggled as he pawed possessively at her ass, shaking her head in mock resignation but reaching down to his pussy-juice drenched cock, jacking it slowly, squishy sounds accompanying her rubbing motion as she spread her girl-cum all over her brother's length. "Oh Tommy, you dirty dirty boy, always thinking about assfucking... " she said in a husky purr, a mischievous smile on her lips. "You have to be my brother for sure, you're just as bad as I am, baby!" He grinned at her and gave her a smacking kiss, licking her lips, still kneading her juicy, round booty as he murmured into her hot, mewling mouth: "Am I lubed enough for your tight ass, sis? Did you cum enough on my cock so I can slid it right into your beautiful bubble-butt and pound away at your tiny little asshole?" His slick hard cock sliding in her hand, his dirty words, her own burning need to get assfucked by her brother, it all went straight to Kim's head. Groaning in anticipation, her pulse racing from the rush of excitement, Kim swiftly repositioned herself on all fours, wiggling her ass and looking at her brother over her shoulder, her eyes glinting, her eyebrows arched in silent invitation, her lower lip contorted as she sucked it into her panting mouth and nibbled at it. Tom quickly moved behind her, kneeling in adoration before that majestic ass, breathing raggedly, palming those bouncy buttcheeks, filling his restless hands with their plump, firm fullness, partying them to reveal her crevice, exposing Kim's holes to his devouring eyes. His cock was so hard and on attention that it slapped against his abdomen when it pulsed and flexed in excitement as Tom took in the sight of his sister's protruding clit, her shiny soaked pussy, her soft puffy labia, her slick perineum, and finally, above all, her tiniest entrance, her most private and delicate orifice, her holiest of holies, that pink little anus he was dying to fuck. Growling at the thought that his obsessive sodomitic fantasies were about to come true, and with his beautiful, sexy, amazing sister no less, Tom leaned down over that epic bubble-butt, plummeting his face down tongue first on Kim's perfect puckered hole, his mouth open in a feral moan, his lips clamping hungrily on her rosebud, kissing it in a rush of pure, incestuous, anal lust. Kim trembled with pleasure, a jolt of excitement cursing up her spine and inflaming her brain as she felt Tom's warm mouth and probing tongue and sucking lips on her asshole, his hot breath and slobbery saliva bathing her sphincter, her whole body shivering with delight as her brother orally worshiped her anus. "Oooh, baby, yessss!... Oh my god, bro, what are you doo-ooh-oh-doing?!... Oh yesss, like that... Yes, Tommy, lick me like that, eat my asshole, lick it... Ooooh fuck, bro, you're licking my ass sooooo good... I love your tongue in my ass, baby... " As he french kissed his sister's asshole with abandon, drooling on her anus, munching with his lips all over her eager pink rosebud, rubbing his tongue all around her butt-ring and lapping her sphincter into relaxation, Tom unclenched his hands from the possessive grasp they had on Kim's luscious rump and used his index and middle fingers to probe at her mollified rear entrance, gently pulling her crinkled orifice to the sides, gaping it slightly, still licking it, still kissing it, still depositing all the spit and saliva he could onto it, forcing some of it to slide inside her rectum. When he had drooled all the saliva he had, he went lower to her dripping pussy, extending his tongue as wide as possible and applying it to her clit, then slowly lapping up all over her sopping labia, scooping up as much cunt-juice as he possibly could from her drenched hole and bringing it up to her butt-ring, depositing it all there while trying to resist the urge to gobble down his sister's sweet nectar. Quivering all over, sighing and whimpering, new waves of pre-orgasmic bliss already building up inside her, maddened by her brother's amazing oral devotion to her ass, Kim reached a shaking hand toward the tube of KY still lying on the bed and passed it back to her brother. "Mmmh, here bro, take this... Grease me up, baby, open up my asshole and lube me good for your big cock... Oooh yes, Tommy, lick me like that!... Mmmh... Mmmh, I love it, baby, tonguefuck my asshole, yeaaaahhh... Ooooh, bro... Soooo fucking good... " Tom reluctantly interrupted his passionate anal rimming to grab the lube. He squirted a generous amount on his fingers and worked them gently around and then inside his sister's tender, well-licked sphincter. His eyes were glued to that sweet puckered hole, his heart racing and his mind lust-crazed as he watched that tiny pink orifice stretch eagerly to accommodate his probing digits, all the while picturing his much wider cock forcing its way through that elastic ring. "Fuck, this is incredible, sis... Your asshole is beautiful, I'm going crazy here, I want to assfuck you so bad, sis." Kim was panting as she looked back over her shoulder at her brother, delighted by his fingers sawing smoothly in and out of her pliant butthole, ecstatic to see how entranced he was by her ass, thrilled and excited more than she had ever been as she realized how perversely similar they were, how perfect a match they made. "I know, baby, ooooh yesss... Finger me, Tommy, aaahhh fuck yes, so good... Open me up, baby, lube me good, make my ass nice and wet, get me ready for your big cock, bro... " Kim moaned deeply as Tom kept sliding two well-lubed fingers inside her willing asshole, using his other hand to dilate her butt-ring while repeatedly sinking his gel-smeared fingers inside her anus, coating her rectum's walls, the cold feel of the gooey substance making her wince slightly, the thrilling anticipation and the intrusion of her brother's digits warming her again, keeping her turned on. Not wanting to hurt his sister in any way, Tom dutifully worked huge dollops of lube inside her butthole, depositing generous amounts of the slick gel into her rosebud while coating the inside of Kim's rectum with his fingertips, eventually adding a third finger, smiling as he heard his sister's whimpering sobs grow ragged, her arousal increasing more and more as he prolonged the sweet torture of preparing her ass for his pole. As he gradually got her sphincter used to the three intruding digits, he quickly grabbed the tube of KY with his other hand and squirted a generous dose on his aching cock, stroking the lube carefully all over his already slick length, the glistening gel mixing with his sister's shiny pussy-juice. His three fingers were sliding easily through her accepting, well-lubed sphincter when he saw that Kim had brought her hand down to her pussy, her fingers stabbing straight at her clit, her groans deepening, her voice shaking with urgency and desire as she spoke between whimpers. "Mmmh... Tommy, baby, I can't wait anymore, I need to feel your cock inside me... Mmmh... I'm ready, bro, I'm so ready for you... I want your cock in my ass, Tommy, I love your tongue, and your fingers feel great in my asshole, but I want your big cock now... Ohhh yeah, bro... That's so good, but... Mmmh, fuck yeah... Tommy, please, fuck my ass, pleeease I really need it now, I want you to fuck my ass!" In a daze, still half incredulous that this all was really happening, his confidence and libido rocketing through the roof as he actually heard the pleading, needy, sincere wish to be assfucked in his sister's tone, Tom removed his face and fingers from Kim's greased up ass. He grinned as he gave one last, long, raspy lick from her perineum down along her pussy lips until he met her fingers slowly circling her clit, where he stopped to give her engorged nub and the tips of her whirling digits a sloppy kiss. Kim gasped and trembled all over at this, the she giggled. "Mmmmh... Jeez, bro, you'll make me cum before you even stick your cock up my ass, you rimmed me so good!" She was still looking over her shoulder, and her gaze finally met her brother's as he knelt behind her, positioning himself between her slightly parted legs, their bodies pressed against each other, his cock resting between her plump, round asscheeks, sunk snugly into her buttcrack. Tom had removed his magnetized gaze from her spectacular bubble-butt and his twitching length nestled there ready to plunder it, and he was looking at his sister's flushed face, her big blue eyes sparkling with emotion and excitement. He smiled at her, then leaned forward over her arched back and kissed her deeply, his rock hard shaft pushing further into her crevice, his spongy cockhead nudging at her oily backdoor. They moaned as their tongues danced, Kim's guttural mewls increasing in volume as she felt his fat knob poking at her asshole. She was exploding with pent up lust as she broke the kiss and whispered into his mouth: "Do it, baby. Fuck my ass." "I love you, sis." "Love you too, baby brother." With one last peck on her lips, Tom got back into position, his hands parting her sumptuous rump as Kim leaned lower until she was lying face down on the bed, arching her back and offering her ass to her brother even better, sticking it higher in the air, her boobs squashed into the sheets, her head turned to the side and resting on one arm while the other was still beneath her, her fingers working her clit. Tom let go of one buttcheek to hold his greased up cock into position, aligning it perfectly with his sister's anus. The bulbous head was already poking at the lube-sloppy rosebud, his purple knob appearing huge against her tiny pink sphincter. It was a vision both monstrously erotic and comically absurd, but most of all it was mouth-wateringly sexy. The impossibility of what they were about to do, not only incestuous sex but incestuous anal sex, was all summed up in that beautifully perverted picture, a brother's huge cock pressed firmly against a sister's asshole. And yet it was happening. And it felt so insanely good, so unexpectedly right. It was just a flash in Tom's head, a split second of revelation that left him electrified, confident, weirdly reassured and more determined than ever to sodomize his sister. Then there was just his cock, her asshole, his racing heartbeat, her low cooing whimpers, the squishy, delicious sounds of her fingers circling her clit. He took a deep breath, held his cock in place by the base with one hand, pried Kim's bouncy buttocks apart with the other, and pushed. Feeling her brother's fleshy cockhead press forward with determination against her tender asshole, Kim exhaled and tried to relax herself completely, letting her whole body surrender to him, willing her ass to accept the delicious intrusion. "Oooooh baby... Oooooh Tommy... Uhhhh!... Owwwh!... Aaahhhh... " She gasped and felt her pussy flutter as her well-greased, masterfully rimmed, mollified sphincter stretched itself open with minimal resistance, her willing asshole yielding to the gentle but firm progress of her brother's huge knob. Tom stopped breathing as he pushed slowly forward, his eyes wide open and inflamed with absolute lust as he watched his purple mushroom head ease its way into his sister's oily butt-ring, her anus stretching open to accommodate his disproportionally large glans inside its elastic tightness. Hearing her moans, feeling just the smallest friction and seeing that her sphincterial muscles were adapting quickly to his cautious progress, Tom kept slowly going in, gently but surely, until his large cockhead broke through completely and he was inside her, his sister's pliant asshole seemingly sucking him in, welcoming his thickness into its warm, tight confines. Tom gasped and Kim moaned louder as soon as his whole spongy tip popped through the elastic barrier of her butt-ring and the way suddenly got smoother, so much so that the momentum of his push let another inch of Tom's girthy length slide inside his sister's anus. "Aaaah fuck, sis, fuuuck! Your ass... Oh my god, sis, your ass is letting me in... It's so awesome, sis, you're so amazing, Kim... " "Oooh, baby... So big... You're so big in my ass, Tommy... Keep going, bro, don't stop, just... Uh!... Uuuh!... Just go slowly, baby, ooohhhh, yes, like that... Ow... Ow... Ooooh yes, open me up, baby, slowly, yes, yes, like that, yeaaaaahhhh!... G-g-give me moooore... " Now firmly embedded inside her anus, Tom let go of the base of his cock and slowly moved in deeper, gently driving his pussy-juice-shiny pole further inside the slick, warm confines of his sister's asshole. He parted both of her buttcheeks wide open, his palms full of her bouncy ass flesh, his eyes raptly admiring the awesome sight of that elastic orifice opening up for him and adapting to his girth, her snug, greased up anus accepting him as he gently pushed still deeper, her bowels gobbling inch after inch of as his veiny, meaty, lube-coated tool. He felt his cock twitch in ecstasy against the scorching hot tightness of his sister's rectum, her body relaxing as he invaded her ass, her acceptance letting him go deeper and deeper with ease for their mutual pleasure. As he kept stuffing himself into his sister's ass, the massive amount of lube he had applied on them both made his descent incredibly smooth, reducing the friction to a minimum and limiting Kim's discomfort only to the need for her to let her anal muscles adapt to her brother's cock stretching them with its girth. To his amazement, all that Tom heard from Kim was a constant, deep, throaty moan. He expected her to ask him to stop at some time to let her adjust, but she didn't, so he just kept giving and she just kept taking. And, gently, he did just that, enjoying every second. Her moans were music to his ears, those husky, lusty, animalistic grunts of primal pleasure that matched his own ragged, panting breaths, his pounding heartbeat resounding in his ears like an ancestral drum beat, egging him on to claim that offered ass, that warm luscious tightness that his sweet, sexy, amazing big sister was gifting to him. "Oooooh!... Ooooh, Tommy... Yeaaaaah!... Mmmh... Oooooh, baby... " His heart swelled with passion as he looked at her bent-over form, her whimpering, sobbing, groaning mouth hanging open, her lips puffy and reddened where she would bit them in the deepest throes of lust, her face half hidden by her dark pony tail, her bulging tits squashed beneath her frame, their massive softness spilling out to her side, her shoulder twitching from the motions of her arm reaching to her pussy where her fingertips circled her clit, her eyes closed as if in absolute concentration, her whole surrendered body dedicated to this act of incestuous sodomy in full, every muscle relaxed, all of her essence accepting him, letting him in, giving him leave to access the most private, delicate, secret entryway to her self. 'She's incredible,' Tom thought in awe as he looked at Kim purring in delight as she took his cock up her ass. 'And she is my sister. And I love her.' That simple, serene, revelatory thought went straight to his groin, his dick twitching spontaneously with a rush of unstoppable excitement. His thick hardness was more than halfway inside his sister's ass when Tom decided to stop his relentless invasion of her accepting rectum, wanting this to last, needing a second to focus on not blowing his load too soon. "Ooooh... Uuhhhh... Mmmmh... Don't stop, Tommy, don't stop!... I want you deeper in me, baby, I want all of you deep inside me... " Kim's words, broken and strained through her moans of pleasure, triggered something inside Tom, a surge of something that had been brewing in him as he sodomized his sister, something atavistic, unnameable, a mix of love and lust and more, something that he simply couldn't define but that he felt powerfully, to the core of his being. He was drunk on that emotional and sensual intensity as he blurted out his jumbled thoughts. "Your ass is so tight, sis, so fucking good and warm and tight... I'm going in so smoothly, Kim, you're letting me inside you like it's so natural... It's the most amazing thing, sis, I love this, Kim, I love you, I can't believe we're doing it, it's the best... It's so good, Kim, you're the best girl in the world, the most incredible sister ever, and I love you... " Kim's hand jerked on her clit, her fingertips feeling charged with electricity as her brother's words hit her, sending a blast of warmth radiating all through her shivering body, a mini-climax flaring bright and bathing her in delightful, soft pleasure, the growing physical ecstasy of having her brother pumping into her asshole joining with the visceral emotional connection being established between them right there and then through their union, a link she felt with a magnitude she had never experienced before. "Oh, Tommy, I know, baby, I love you too, I love how you feel in my ass... It's so perfect, you fit just perfectly in my asshole, baby, it's so good... It feels so easy to open myself up for you, bro, and it gets me so hot to let you inside me... I love having you in me like this, feeling you so deep in me, feeling so full of you... Ooooh yes, baby, yeeees... Go deeper in me, I want all of you, fill me up, bro, I love it so much, go deeper in my ass... " Feeling dizzy and overcharged at the same time, Tom sank his fingers in his sister's lusciously round buttcheeks and resumed pumping his big cock inside her asshole, still going slowly and gently but now starting a proper fucking motion of shallow strokes, going in a little deeper then withdrawing slightly only to push further in, then sliding back, and again pumping deeper inside his sister's slick rectum, again and again, opening her anal cavity patiently but steadily, the lube letting his back and forth strokes glide easily, her warm, delicious tightness enveloping him but not obstructing his descent, her anal muscle relaxing to let him in further, deeper and deeper. As he lightly rocked his hips, patiently feeding her eager asshole more and more of his thick tool, he was mesmerized by his sister's elastic butt-ring stretching around his pumping shaft. Her relaxed sphincter looked amazingly dilated but still it was clamping deliciously around his girth, an image too good to ignore, at least until he turned his eyes to Kim's bent-over form and his brain was assaulted by the awesome sight of the sensual beauty of his sister's surrendered body, her plump ass in the air, her expression one of pure blissful lust. Her beaming face told him she was enjoying this as much as he was, maybe even more. He kept trying to meet her eyes to make sure she was okay but they were shut in ecstatic concentration. Still, her whimpering groans let him know all he needed to know. "Ooooh yeeees... Deeper, baby, go deeper... Yeaaaaah!... So good, bro, so big in my ass... Oooooh my god, yessss!... Oooooh!... Mmmmh... Ooooh Tommy... Uhhh!... Uuuhhhh!... " Straining to control his building climax, feeling his pre-cum oozing steadily out of his piss-slit, closing his eyes to avoid the fantastic visual stimulation of their incestuous sodomy, the sheer eroticism of its mere thought almost thrilling enough to push him over the edge, Tom kept blindly pumping in and out of Kim's butt, slowly sinking himself deeper inside her rectum, firmly pushing into her, feeling her bowels opening for him and surrendering their natural resistance before his fat pole as he kept gently fucking his sister's asshole, willing himself not to pop too soon, his breath ragged, his cock twitching, his hands full of that juicy, lush, delicious ass, his ears ringing with his pounding heartbeat and her sweet pleasure moans. It was only when his thighs clapped against Kim's bubble-butt, his low hanging scrotum pressing against the warm wetness of her juice-dripping pussy, their bodies joined and their groins finally meeting, that he realized he was balls-deep inside his sister's ass. His eyes popped open and he gasped in time with his sister's deep groan. He had to exert all of his willpower not to cum there and then. The snug warmth of her oily rectum started lightly squeezing around his pulsing cock while his barely contained need to explode made his hardness twitch and flex against that perfectly fitting sheath of anal muscles. The sudden combination of her fluttering asshole and his throbbing meat increased the amazing sense of tightness, making him feel like his sister's rectum was a warm sucking mouth enveloping his pulsing shaft and trying to slowly milk him, coaxing a steady stream of pre-cum out of him but clearly wanting to drain his balls dry. "Fuck, sis, I'm all the way in! You took it all, Kim, you took all of my cock inside your tight ass... Holy fucking shit, it's so awesome, sis, your ass feels so fucking hot and tight around my cock... You're fantastic, sis, ooooh fuck, your ass is the best... " Kim's eyes were wide open, her mouth fixed in a perfect O as she sobbed and squealed, incapable of articulating her thoughts while her clit sent bolts of pleasure at every contact with her fingertips, her ass so perfectly stuffed with of her brother's big fat cock, her overstimulated rectum fluttering all over his meaty length, the feeling of fullness so pleasurable, the idea so insanely erotic, the anal stimulation so electrifying that she knew she would cum soon, and she would cum hard. Panting and mewling, her mind reeling and her heart racing, she turned her head on the bed enough to look over her shoulder and up, past her round, upturned, conquered ass, to meet her brother's amazed stare, her gaze taking in his disbelieving eyes and his lust-contorted face, as her mouth moved erratically, trying to talk to him. "Owwwwh... Oh my god!... My ass... Aaaaahhhh... So full... You fill me so good, baby... Ooooooh, bro, you're so deep in me... I'm so full of you, baby, I feel you inside me so fucking deep... Ooooh, Tommy!... So deep in my ass... " The siblings' gaze locked, their bodies united in that fantastic sodomy that was the deepest, hottest, most impossible fantasy for both of them and that they had now realized to the full for each other, beyond any expectation or previous experience either of them may have had. His cock buried balls-deep inside her ass, her rectum tightly wrapped around his length, brother and sister stared into each other's eyes in silence for long seconds, their ragged breaths and the sloppy sounds of her hand frigging her clit the only sounds in the world. Tom's ideas about anal and his one previous experience were shattered completely, his fantasies erased and replaced by the magic of what he and his sister had just made real. Kim had had anal sex three times with her college boyfriend the previous year and had played extensively with her ass ever since while masturbating, but what she and her brother were doing now beat everything related to anal that she may have done or known or thought before. With her brother's big cock packed fully up her ass, she knew this to be exactly what she had been aiming at every time she had sought to bring herself to climax via anal stimulation. Panting and moaning, they smiled at each other, an instinctual, mutual sense of understanding and trust and affection going back and forth between them. Then Tom leaned forward onto her arched back, bending his head low, straining his neck to reach down to her face while staying in her ass balls-deep. Kim shifted, squirming to meet him, until their mouths managed to touch in a quick, deep, silent soulkiss. As he straightened back, Tom began grinding slowly into his sister's ass, their eyes still locked. "Tommy... Ooooh... Yeaaaaah, like that, baby... Uhh!... Uuuhh!... Fuck, I love it!... So hard and big inside of me... So good, bro... I feel so fucking full... Your cock is so deep in my ass... Oooooh, baby... " Her voice sounded delirious with pleasure as the first twitching signs of her incoming climax began to make her rectum squeeze harder around the invading shaft. Tom's own words were strained as he fought to make this last. "Sis... I'm gonna blow if I move, but I want to assfuck you so bad, sis... This ass is just... Holy shit, Kim, you're squeezing me!... Aaaah fuuuck, your ass is sucking my cock!... Oooooh, sis!... " Kim's hand was getting more frantic on her clit, her orgasm mounting so much it scared her. It was gonna blow her away when it hit, she knew, and it was gonna hit her soon, her anal muscles starting to cramp already, the girthy pole packed deep inside her bowels twitching in a similar sweet agony as it got squeezed, the two sensations sending ripples of pure anal ecstasy all over her body, the stimulation so absolute it made her feel high. "Oooooh!... Mmmmh yeeees!... I know, Tommy, I feel you pulse deep inside me... It's okay, I'm close too... Don't hold back, bro, you can fuck my ass any time... I will give you my ass whenever you want, baby, you feel so good inside it... Ooooh yeah, grind into me, make me feel your hard cock stuffed full in my ass... I need to cum so bad, baby, I need to cum with your big cock deep inside me... Fuck my ass, baby... Just fuck me and cum deep in my ass, I want it, bro, I want to make you cum with my ass... " Tom growled in answer and he nodded at his sister as he looked into her lust-glazed eyes, knowing she was about to cum, as was he. Then he pulled out almost all the way and slid fluidly back in, balls-deep again, his descent made even slicker by the incessant oozing dollops of his pre-cum. "OOOOH FUCK!... Ooooooooooh fuck, baby, yeaaaaaah... Fuck me, bro, oooooh... Fuck my aaaaaaaaass!... " Kim yelled out in pleasure and her free hand clawed at the sheets while the other went completely crazy on her clit as she felt her brother retreat almost fully out and then thrust back in again, his veiny length sending pleasurable sparks all through her body as he sank into her oily rectum and filled her bowels full with his fat meat. Again. And again. And again. She tried to keep her eyes open, feeding on the animalistic lust she saw looking back into her brother's scorching gaze, but she couldn't. Her eyelids fluttered and closed, the pleasure too intense, the warmth building up too much, the mounting orgasmic wave so incredibly high she was scared of the climax it would bring her. She heard herself speak, but she had hardly any control on what she said. "Fuck... Ooooooooh!... My... Aaaaaah!... Ass... Uuuuuhhh!... Fuuuuck... Myyyyy... Aaaaaass... " Tom's balls were churning, ready to blow any second now as he relentlessly pumped his greasy cock in and out of his sister's fluttering asshole with long, gliding thrusts, picking up speed at each deep instroke, trying to breathe at each slow outstroke, the visual of inch after thick inch of his cock disappearing into that yielding butt-ring making his mouth water, the tightness and warmth of her rectum making him groan constantly, the squeezing tremors announcing Kim's incoming climax sending spikes of almost unbearable ecstasy through him. It wasn't long into her first time getting assfucked by her brother that Kim's orgasm hit, each of his deep strokes making her shiver all over. "Ooooooh!... I'm cumming baby... Fuuuuck!... Your cock in my ass... So deep... So big... Making me... Ooooh, fuck!... Yeaaaaah!... Fuck my ass baby... Gonna... Oh fuuuck!... So close... I'm so close baby, keep fucking... My ass... I'm gonna... " Knowing he couldn't hold it anymore, seeing and feeling her incoming orgasm, Tom let loose completely and just pounded into her ass, his deliberate, long, balls-deep thrusts becoming a desperate blur as he humped away, assfucking his sister like a madman, his hips clapping again and again against the pillowy roundness of her rump, his balls slapping wetly into her cunt, until he heard her yell out. "Aaaaah!... I'm... Ooooh fuuuuck!... Ooooh, I'm gonna... OOOH!... UUUH!... CUUUUUUM!... " Tom was slamming her asshole at full speed when Kim came. Her pussy fluttered, leaking girl-cum and soaking the inside of her thighs, wetting his groin in her copious juices while her furiously frigged clit throbbed in jolts of pleasure so intense that they felt like electric shocks coursing up her abdomen and through her body. As she crested over the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life, her rectum started clenching hard around her brother's deeply buried cock, gripping him inside her, holding him into her tightening, scorching hot bowels. "Fuuuuuck, I'm cumming too, sis... I'm gonna cum so hard in your ass... OOOOH FUUUUCK!" He didn't even try to resist those powerful, fantastic, cock-milking contractions squeezing his dick like a hot, elastic, vise. He didn't dare pull out now, the strength of her clamping anal muscles too sweet and intense to oppose, like a warm sloppy fist clamping intensely and then relaxing and then again gripping even harder along his entire length over and over again. He just stayed buried balls-deep in her ass, grinding frantically into her clinching anus, humping his groin erratically against his sister's majestic bubble-butt as he exploded, letting her rectum suck him dry, flooding her bowels with torrential jets of his warm creamy seed. "Oooooh yeaaah, cum in me, baby... Cum in my ass... Cum deep in my ass, bro... Ooooh!... Fuck fuck fuck!... " As her brother sprayed what seemed like a continuous stream of cum inside her asshole, Kim felt her already powerful climax rise further up and detonate again, every nerve-ending in her body overloading, a twitching vibration shaking her whole frame, radiating out from the depths of her cramping rectum, where jet after potent jet of brotherly seed kept spurting from Tom's pulsing cock, his thick meat feeling even bigger than before inside her now that he was ejaculating. "Aaaah, sis, oh god!... Your ass is milking me, fuuuuck!... I'm filling your ass with so much cum, sis!... Ooooh Kim, your ass... " Kim felt like she was passing out as her anal orgasm and her clitoral orgasm mashed and mixed, wiping her away, the flaring burst of the most devastating climax of her life blinding her, sending her head spinning, her ears ringing, her asshole still cramping, the sensation of fullness from her brother's cock now increased by the gooey, warm feel of his huge load coating her rectum in thick cum, plugging her even more, filling her to capacity with his hot semen, the lewdness of it all, the pleasure of it all, the delicious naughtiness of this impossibly intense situation blowing her mind away. Deliriously, she moaned out her pleasure, barely conscious of anything except the full body ecstasy of her massive orgasm. "Ooooh... Uuuuh!... Cum... Mmmh... Deep... Uhhh!... Inside me... Fill my ass... Oooh... Give me... Your... Uhhh!... Cum... Oooow!... In my ass... Aaahhh... " Feeling faint, unable to stand straight as his still rock-hard pole kept hosing his sister's bowels with long creamy spurts of his seed, Tom leaned forward, his hands releasing the grip on her plump buttcheeks, his arms extending to the sides of Kim's head to prop him up as he gently rested his lower body against her back, his chest hovering above her shoulders, his head lolling down, his nose touching her dark hair, his cock unloading rope after thick rope of cum into her anal channel until the deluge gradually diminished to a trickle and, eventually, his balls had completely emptied themselves into her accepting rectum. They stayed like this for a long while, catching their breath, their respective climaxes over, the sweet afterglow setting in, their tingling bodies pressed together and still joined as they basked in the hazy, heady, pleasurable aftermath of their volcanic release. When Kim's eyes finally opened, her devastating orgasmic high having abated letting her regain some sense of herself, her expression was blissful. It became even more so as she found her brother's handsome, satisfied, smiling face hovering inches from hers, his lips parted, his body covering hers, his cock not spurting anymore but still hard and still buried deep inside her finally relaxed and now fully cum-flooded ass. "Mmh, hey there bro... " she said, her husky voice dripping satisfaction. "Hey yourself, my beautiful sister. You look radiant, you know." She chuckled throatily. "Such a sweet little brother, your cock up your sister's ass makes you say the nicest things, eh Tommy?" They both laughed as Kim let her knees slide back on the bed and distended her legs, resting flat on her tummy as Tom readjusted himself with his elbows spread and planted by her sides, his chest against her back, warm skin touching warm smooth skin, his body on top of hers but not weighing too much on her frame, his pressure on her actually making her feel glad and reassured by the certainty of his physical presence, secure in their closeness, a confirmation of the reality of their fantastic joining. His head was resting on her shoulder, his mouth brushing lightly on her cheek. She crossed her arms under her head and rested her chin on them, one hand reaching out to touch her brother's, then she craned back her neck, he leaned in, and they kissed. It was a languid, loving kiss, soft lips on soft full lips, slight licks of darting tongues, brother and sister slowly making out, but it gradually got more intense, their libido growing, their individual arousal transmitting to the other, heating up into a savage mouth-sucking duel, their lips demanding more of the other, their passion feeding off a newly found yet already depthless desire to be with each other, like this, like they were at that very moment, pressed together, his cock snugly buried in her welcoming rectum, her asshole accepting him, his fat pole finding its ideal sheath deep inside her bowels. "Oh my god, bro, you're still hard!" she giggled as she broke their soulkiss, contracting her anal muscles to squeeze him the way she would have with her hand if he hadn't been embedded in her ass. "Yes I am, sis, ooooh, that feels nice... And as long as you do that there's no chance I'll get any softer. In fact," he said kissing her soft cheek, nuzzling her, licking her pretty nose, "I think I'll never be soft ever again. Now that I've had your ass, I'll have a permanent boner thinking of this, and seeing this juicy bubble-butt of yours swaying around the house, well... " He let it hang there and grinned. She giggled, her fingers playing with his, her eyes searching into his, finding love, lust, trust, awe, the very same things she felt herself looking at him. "I knew you would like my idea about helping each other out with our anal obsessions," she said, once again contracting her rectum, massaging his cock, eliciting a mutual moan as his thick boner twitched deep inside her ass. "I know I liked, a lot!" "Oooh sis, that's great, you squeezing me like that... And yeah, I don't think we should worry about porn and masturbating from now on," he said with a laugh, retreating slightly and then firmly pumping his cock back into her ass, making her squirm, sending a tingle all over her body. "Mmmh Tommy, that feels so good... " she said, her eyes glazing over, her desire building up again. Reading her expression like an open book, his own arousal already rekindled, Tom withdrew again and slammed back in, harder now, his long thick dick gliding easily in her surrendered, totally yielding anus. He leaned closer to her ear as he started pumping into her with firm, slow thrusts, teasing her and himself into another assfuck. Feeling self-assured, confident that she was just as horny as he was, certain she would like it, he started nibbling at his sister's earlobe as he humped into her pliant sphincter, murmuring. "I want to fuck your ass again, sis, I want to sodomize you over and over and over again. I love your ass, Kim, I love you and I wanna assfuck you, sis, for real now. Hard. Deep and hard. You'd like that?" Writhing like a snake, rubbing her sopping wet pussy against the sheets, pushing her ass back into her brother's steadily bucking hips, Kim could only croak, her voice heavy with desire. "Oooh yeah, Tommy, I want you to fuck my ass again, baby, I want it hard now, I love getting assfucked by you, bro... Mmmh, all that creamy cum is gonna make you slide so easily in me now, I'm so full of you, baby, full of your big hard cock, full of your warm sweet cum... " Without pulling out, Tom carefully raised himself up and dragged Kim with him, repositioning her on all fours as he straddled her rump, squatting over her plump bubble-butt, his feet firmly planted on the bed, his hands on her hips. He admired her again, feeling immensely lucky to be able to witness his sister in all her naked splendor, her beauty fully revealed as she positioned herself better under him on her hands and knees, his eyes roaming over her warm, smooth skin, stopping to follow the mouth-watering swaying motion of her soft, big tits now hanging heavily under her, his gaze never tiring of taking in that perfectly arched back culminating in that juicy, round, luscious ass he loved so much, as he loved the well-fucked, lube-sloppy, cum-filled asshole where his thick cock was so perfectly buried. Adjusting his stance, grabbing her smooth hips for purchase, Tom slowly withdrew until only his bulbous cockhead was still enveloped by the warm elastic muscles of her greasy butt-ring. "Ready, sis? Ready to get sodomized by your ass-obsessed brother?" "Oh yes, baby, yes, fuck my ass hard... I'm your asswhore sister now, bro, your dirty buttslut sister... Oooh god, you get me so horny, I'm dripping for you, Tommy... Just shove that beautiful cock of yours up my ass, give it to me, baby, hard and deep... " Holding firmly onto her hips, Tom slammed down hard, pumping his whole thick pole balls-deep into his sister's willing ass, then immediately pulling out almost all the way and slamming back in again, burying himself in her tight, warm rectum as deep as he could. "Aaaahhh yeeees, just like that, baby!... Fuck my ass hard... Ooooh fuck yeaaah!... Go deep in me, bro, fuck my ass... Aaaahhh... " Reassured by her reaction, feeling her completely relaxed around his invading pole as he repeatedly penetrated her ass, finding his way slick with lube and made even sloppier now by his huge load of cum coating her anal walls, Tom began fucking his sister's spectacular ass with abandon. Using the new position to his advantage, he pounded down into Kim's butthole with full force, driving his veiny tool deep and hard into his sister's anus, gritting his teeth and moaning as he brought his whole weight behind every slamming thrust, forcing his cockhead forward at full speed, shivering in pleasure as her oily butt-ring clamped along every single plundering inch and caressed every tiny ridge of his invading meat as he assfucked her with determination, reclaiming that surrendered asshole with every hard stroke, feeling the scorching heat of her bowels welcoming his shaft, her anal walls meekly accepting him as he rushed deeper inside, her tender rectum molding its sensitive muscles around him, enveloping him, bathing his dick in snug warmth. "Fuuuck, I love this ass!... Aaaah, Kim... So hot... So tight... So

fucking tight... I love fucking your ass, sis, I love this... Aaaah, fuck!... Take my cock, sis!... Yeaaah, take my big cock in your sweet tight ass!... " Tom was pleasantly surprised to feel how tight Kim's asshole still felt around his fat cock and how perfectly he fit inside her anal depths while at the same time he could ream her fast and hard and deep thanks to the minimal friction he encountered. At first he tried to pace himself a bit as he pounded away at his sister's ass, but he was too overcome with lust to slow down, too drunk on the sight of that monumental juicy bubble-butt jiggling every time he clapped his hips against it, too eager to pump his cock into that offered rosebud again and again and again, so he just kept picking up his tempo, assfucking her harder, pushing in deeper, slamming down faster and harder and deeper, gasping and wheezing and sweating but not managing to convince himself to relent, only keeping his sister's reactions in check for a possible hint that he was going too far, only counting on her to stop him if necessary, relying on her alone to rein him in and give him a sign to go easy on her ass. But she gave no such sign. "Ooow... Aaaah!... Uuhhh... Fuck meee... Ooooow!... Fuuuuck!... Mmmh... My... Ooow... Uuuhh!... Aaaah!... Ass!... " Kim's groans were now reduced to choking, broken whimpers of anal lust, low and throaty gasps between ragged breaths. Her mouth slack, her eyes half closed, her head thrown back, her dark pony tail lying on her arched back, her heavy tits swinging wildly under her, her whole body surrendered to her assfucking brother, Kim was loving every second of their intense incestuous sodomy. She wasn't even touching her clit, not even fingering her pussy, her arms straightened on the bed to keep her up as her brother rode her ass with full, hard, slamming thrusts, drilling her butthole in a frenzy of unleashed sodomitic need, forcing her to really hold on at every impact, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her hindquarters shaking with every battering clash of his hips into her pillowy rump, while every nerve-ending in her groin seemed to light up, stimulated by the incredible sensation coming from her plundered asshole, jolts and ripples of pleasure radiating and flashing and flowing from her anal walls at every deep thrust, her brother's cock igniting her deepest, most delicious, most secret pleasure triggers as he assfucked her powerfully, a new spark of ecstasy sizzling with every inch of his length pushing in and filling her up again and again. It was fantastic, and all anal. Then it got even better. SLAP! "You like that?" Kim thought she would cum there and then as she felt the sharp impact on her soft asscheek, the stinging pain leaving behind a halo of pleasure and a warm tingling sensation. Her eyes popped open, her mouth hanging slack, a muted gasp escaping it, but no intelligible sound came from it. "I said, do you like it? Answer me!" SLAP! SLAP! She twitched all over, still in total shock, as the waves of pleasure/pain on her buttcheeks returned, stronger. She realized that her brother had shifted his weight and was now leaning over her arched back, his head looming near hers, his hot ragged breath in her ear, his voice hoarse with lust, his tone sounding powerful and commanding and irresistible while he kept dominated her ass with his relentless pounding. "Do you like it?" SLAP! "Ooooh god!... Ooow!... Oooow!... " "Do... " SLAP! "You... " SLAP! "Like... " SLAP! "It... " SLAP! "Oooohmyfuckingod... Ow!... Uhh!... Uuhhh!... Uuuhhhh!... " Her head was spinning and still she couldn't answer, wouldn't answer. She wanted more. The pain/pleasure was too great, too thrillingly unexpected. The sudden punishment, the demanded submission, the full domination, this surprising game her brother had shifted them into was too good to do anything but let it happen and hope for more. "I asked you," he growled into her ear as he gave her the hardest, meanest slap yet."If you like it, asswhore!" "Oooooow!... Oooh!... Uuuuh!... I... " Suddenly, instead of another series of burning, deliciously stinging slaps on her abused ass, she felt a stabbing pain at the base of her head and she felt herself being pulled sharply back, her neck straining, her brother's hand clenching her pony tail and grabbing hard, bringing her face closer to his. "Uugh!... Uhhh!... Oooh fuck!... Yes! Yes I love iiiit!... Fuuuuuck!... " She felt tears welling in her eyes, and a gigantic bubble of pleasure growing deep inside her, as her brother's cock kept reaming her asshole incessantly, her buttcheeks burning, her scalp hurting, her whole body completely owned now. Without pausing his frenzied assfucking, he held her head back by her hair as he talked into her face with a new, mind-shatteringly erotic, domineering tone that sent Kim's pussy-juice flowing freely down her thighs like she was having a squirting orgasm. "You are my buttslut now. My anal fuck-toy. Aren't you, sis?" Tom buried himself fully inside her snug rectum, just grinding into her round booty as he spoke, breaking his rhythm briefly, then he started brutally pounding her ass again, waiting for her answer as he held her hip in one hand and her dark hair in the other, riding her rump hard. "Ooowh!... Fuck yes!... Uhhh!... I'm yours, bro!... All yours, only yours!... Uuhhhh!... Ooow... Fucking fuuuuuck!... " Again Tom packed his whole thick length inside Kim's slick bowels with a vicious hammering thrust that took her breath away, then he paused his drilling assault as he spoke into her ear, rocking his hips firmly into her plump bubble-butt. "Tell me. I want to hear you say it, my buttslut sister. Tell me, sis... " he finished, and frantically resumed his savage anal punishment on her surrendered ass. Kim was crazy with pleasure, too overcome by the situation to even make sense of just how much she was liking being owned like that, how much she liked getting not only assfucked, not only assfucked hard and deep, but actively being made into an anal submissive slut. Her brother's anal submissive slut. It felt mind-shatteringly good. "Yeeees!... Ooohhh fuck!... Yes, I'm your anal fuck-toy, bro... Aaaahhh!... I'm your filthy buttslut sister, your nasty dirty asswhore sister... And I love it!... Uuuhhh!... Fuuuck yessss!... I'm yours to use, bro... Uhh... Uuugh... Use me, I want you to... Oooow!... Ooh!... Use my ass!... I want you to use my aaaaaass!... " Hammering into her ass with gusto, feeling high on the insane game he had started on the spur of the moment and glad for trusting his lewdest instincts when he had gambled on the fact that his sister would like to play out this little submissive scenario with him, thrilled that she really was enjoying it to the full, he keep riding her ass savagely while holding on her ponytail, still leaning over her arched back to mumble into her ear. "You like getting assfucked by your brother, don't you, sis? You like his big cock pounding away at your tight little asshole?" His intoxicating words and his battering cock and his suddenly dominating role were going to Kim's head like a drug, the lingering pain getting dulled and diluted as it mixed with the ever increasing pleasure, her pussy flooding and overflowing with juices of its own volition, her ravaged, pillaged, owned rectum sending sweet pre-orgasmic waves of sizzling anal delight all over her body. "Oooh... Fuck yeah, I love it!... Aaaaahhh... I love my brother's cock pounding my ass!... Uuuhh!... Uh!... I love feeling him so fucking deep inside me, cumming so much in my ass, filling me with his hard cock and his hot cum, pumping me so fucking full... Oooh fuuuck!... Oooh yeah!... Uuhhh!... Oooh!... Fuuuck... Aaaawh!... Yeeeah, fucking own my ass, bro!... " Tom grunted and accelerated his buttfucking tempo, his hips a blur, sweat trickling down his forehead, dripping onto his sister's neck as he whispered hoarsely into her ear. "You like it hard and rough, don't you? You love getting your asshole wrecked by your ass-obsessed brother, don't you, you filthy brotherfucking buttslut sister?" Unexpectedly, inexplicably, without touching her clit nor her pussy, just from her ass and his cock and their words, Kim felt herself cum. "Ooooh fuck!... I'm... Oooh... Fuck fuck fuck!... I'm cumming!... Ohhh fuuuck... Wreck my ass, pleeease, wreck my brotherfucking asshole!... Pound me, ream me, own me... Aaaawhh!... Make me cum, make cum, make me cuuuuuuuum!... " Feeling her tremble beneath him, hearing her deep groaning moans as her rectum fluttered around his drilling cock, thrilled that she could cum like this, just by getting assfucked hard, Tom complied and forced himself into her ass harder as her snug rectum became tighter, a series of mini-climaxes making her anal muscles contract erratically around him. "You're a very bad big sister, a nasty brotherfucking asswhore, a slutty anal fuck-toy for your buttfucking sisterfucker of a brother, aren't you?" Kim's vision blurred and she felt light-headed. Every single battering thrust of her brother's thick cock was sending another orgasmic shockwave of anal pleasure coursing through her. His rapid-fire reaming was triggering a sequence of mini-climaxes exploding deep inside her, warming her whole body, sweeping her mind away while rivulets of girl-cum dripped from her pussy and trickled down her shapely thighs. Her brain was inflamed with incestuous anal lust as she yelled out her final answer to her brother's incredible, hyper erotic, verbal teasing. "Fuck yeeeeees... Ooow!... I am a filthy brotherfucking buttslut... Ooowh!... And I love it... Uuh!... Uuuhh!... My sisterfucking sodomizing brother loves to assfuck me and I love him for it... Uuuuh!... We're so fucking bad... So fucking dirty... Uhhh!... But it's so fucking awesome... Aaawh!... And I fucking love iiiiiiiit!... " Tom gave Kim's asshole another hammering, battering, slamming series of punishing thrusts, then he plunged hard into her rectum and stopped, buried balls-deep in his sister's ravaged ass, grunting between rasping breaths, letting his churning balls settle, straining to stave off his building climax and moaning as he enjoyed the warm squeezes of her fluttering anal walls massaging his meat, riding out the harder spasms of her erratically clamping, pleasure-jolted rectum. He stayed there, completely packed but keeping still, trying to calm his crazed heartbeat and catching his breath, gritting his teeth and willing himself not to explode just yet. Leaning in over her back and letting go of her hair, he kissed his sister's smooth cheek, licking away the single tear he found there. Exhaling deeply, he spoke softly into her ear. "Me too, sis, I love this too... " Keeping himself buried inside her ass, he shifted position and knelt behind her then let himself fall over her back, dragging her down with him, pulling her limp, seemingly lifeless body to him and rolling the two of them to their side until they were lying together, spooning. He wrapped his arms around her wiped out frame and held her tightly, his hands cupping her full, heaving, majestic breasts. He shifted his head closer to hers, one hand moving to her face, lightly cupping her chin, turning her gently so they could look at each other. As he turned her head, he saw that Kim's face was transfigured in the afterglow of pure anal pleasure. Her expression was still hazy, shock and surprise and delight all mixing together on her pretty visage as she set her unfocused gaze into her brother's pale blue eyes. She was flustered, flushed, breathless, gulping in air desperately as if she had been underwater, trembling as if she was running a fever, her mouth drooling and slack, a wild, far away look in her wide open, glinting, deep blue eyes. When she didn't speak, Tom felt panic rising in him. The horrible thought hit him that he may have gone too far. Suddenly stricken with terror, he feared he had ruined everything. "Oh shit... Sis, I'm sorry, I... I got carried away, but... Kim, forgive me, please," he mumble breathlessly. "I didn't mean to hurt you, really, it's just... It seemed that you liked it, I mean, you looked as if you were... I just thought that mmhmmph!... " Her soft mouth shut him up, pressing hard against his. She kissed him fiercely, violently, demandingly, sucking his tongue into her mouth, her teeth going for his lips and nibbling at them, her tongue pushing inside his oral cavity, probing, searching, her breath ragged, low throaty moans escaping her hungry mouth, as she reached back with one arm, her hand on the nape of his neck, pulling him in, forcing his face closer to hers, her hindquarters pushing back at him, her pillowy ass pressing against his hips with a clapping contact of sweaty flesh as she flexed her anal muscles around his hard cock still buried there, squeezing him hard once, twice, making him moan into her mouth, then relaxing again completely, her body pressed back into his in the tightest spoon manageable. When she finally broke the devouring soulkiss, Kim had the most beautiful and satisfied smile on her full lips, sated lust and delighted surprise brightening her face. Her eyes sparkled with exhilaration as she looked her brother straight in the eye, amused at his dumbfounded expression and his baffled gaze. "Oh Tommy! You don't have to apologize, it was awesome! You fucking blew my mind, bro, I mean it, literally, at some point I felt like I was going crazy, it was so exciting and hot!" Tom blinked his eyes and exhaled a sigh of relief as he snuggled in closer to his beautiful, sexy, amazing sister, embracing her tightly, lovingly nuzzling her. "Yeah it was intense, I guess. I was just going with it, I don't know what came over me but it kinda felt right, you know... " he said, smiling, kissing her nose. "But I didn't hurt you, did I? I mean, not too much, not more that it was okay, I hope?... " She giggled and wiggled her plump, cock-stuffed ass against his hips, resting her head in the hollow of his shoulder as she looked back at him. Her voice was husky with satisfaction as she spoke. "No, you didn't hurt me, bro, don't worry, you were rough enough to make me like it, but not so much that it hurt me for real. But I did like it, Tommy, a lot... It was so awesome, and when it did hurt a bit, it hurt so fucking good!... I was cumming every time you pounded into me at the end, one mini-orgasm after the other, all from assfucking, it was so good, bro... " she said, still softly humping back against his hips, until he took the hint and started gently, slowly pumping his fat cock in and out of her ass. "I liked it too, Kim, and the way you could take me, the pounding I gave you, you took it all, and when I saw you cumming, I nearly lost it too! You're so awesome, sis, I love you." "I love you too, bro." He leaned in and they kissed softly, sweetly, as he gently slid in and out of her well-fucked ass, her bowels completely slick and eager and sloppy with the frothy mixture of his previous huge load of cum, the massive amount of KY he had lubed both of them with, the spit he had deposited inside her rectum and the pussy juices she had coated his dick with. "You really are incredible, sis, I don't think I'd have had the confidence to pull that off with just any other girl. And this, us, all we're doing, it's all thanks to you, Kim... You're the best, sis, no girl in the world can ever compare to you. I mean it." "Aaaw, baby, thank you! You're not so bad yourself, you know... " she giggled, kissing his neck and nuzzling him. "Actually, you're really great, bro. I loved how you took charge, how you dominated me and owned me, you were a fucking stud and it felt all so natural, somehow... I mean, I'm not sure I could have taken that kind of stuff from just anybody, not so unexpectedly... I probably wouldn't have trusted anyone else so much and so instinctively to submit totally like I just did, but with you, baby, I stayed relaxed all the time, and it was perfect, Tommy, so hot and great and naughty, just perfect!... " Locking gazes with him, she smiled. "We really are perfectly marched, bro." "Yes. Yes, we are, sis," he said, and kissed her deeply. They stayed cuddled tightly in a spooning position as they made out, Tom's arms wrapped around Kim, his hands full of her luscious boobs, massaging them and squeezing them gently, his fingers grazing her puffy areolas and tickling her sensitive pebble-hard nipples, her arms reaching behind, one hand on the back of his head, tousling his hair, keeping him close to her, never letting his lips stray too far from hers, her other hand roaming down his barely moving legs, tracing his taut thigh muscles, caressing his firm buttocks, pulling him into her as he kept grinding lazily, barely moving his hardness into her pliant anus. They kept cuddling for long, languid minutes. Tom's cock kept sawing gently into Kim's ass, the pace reduced to a minimum, the depth of the strokes shallow, most of his veiny length staying buried in that tight sisterly sheath, her warm rectum welcoming his cock, slick and relaxed and snug, their bodies matching perfectly and completing each other in their joining, as the siblings enjoyed a slow assfuck, nuzzling and making out, moaning into each others mouths, kissing and nibbling, lips sucking, mouths murmuring, brother and sister basking in the sensuality and the special intimacy of their anal coupling. As time passed, their arousal increased. Their breathing got more labored, the cooing and purring mewls turning to deeper moans, their heated up bodies demanding more. As Tom's rock-hard cock began pulsing inside her ass, Kim bent her knees and drew up her legs, bringing one hand to her luscious ass to part her buttcheeks, giving her brother better access while her other hand went back to her clit, rubbing her abused nub in wide circles. Once again she felt a climax building up, the slow assfucking and the languid caresses on her sensitive tits having charged her nerve-endings, her thoroughly stimulated asshole and her once again titillated clit beginning to radiate warm sparks of delight all over her body. With the rhythm of their sodomy gradually increasing and another sweet release approaching, Kim decided to try something. She waited until her brother's thick cock was fully buried inside her surrendered rectum, his balls resting against her juice-flooded cunt, then she contracted her anal muscles, her bowels tightening up all along his length. Tom's reaction was immediate and unmistakable. "Ooooh fuck!... That feels great, sis, you're squeezing me so good!... " Feeling him stop to enjoy her anal massage, she giggled. "Don't stop, baby, keep going... " Resuming his sawing motion, Tom retreated, moaning all the way out, as his sister's asshole clamped around his girth, gripping him tightly but not too hard, letting him slide out but contracting on his cock every inch of the way, her clenching anal muscles and the frothy mix of cum and lube coating her bowels creating a unique, deliciously lewd suction that had him groan his pleasure until he almost popped out if her elastic crinkled orifice, only the tip of his glans still plugging her oily anus. "Oh my god, Kim, that was great, it felt like you were sucking me off with your ass!" he said, breathlessly. Kim smiled and purred huskily. "Then go in again, bro, there's more if you want... " Grinning, leaning in to leave a trail of butterfly kisses from her shoulder all the way up to her neck and stopping there to nuzzle her, Tom pushed his bulbous cockhead through his sister's eager sphincter and sank balls-deep into her ass in one long, slick, easy push. When he started retreating, she once again contracted her rectum, making her snug asshole even tighter for her brother, making him pant as he slid out, his outstroke sending pleasure shocks into her very core as her sensitive anal walls got overstimulated by the increased friction of her constricting sheath squeezing firmly around his tool. Soon they entered a perfect rhythm, with Tom gliding long and deep into her surrendered, willing ass, and then slowly pulling out of the sucking, milking, scorching hot tightness of that sisterly anal cavity that, with his eyes closed, he could easily pretend was a deepthroating, gagging, contracting mouth. Their sweet loving spoon became a passionate lusty embrace as Tom's instrokes became hard thrusts, his need to feel her suction filling his sex-inflamed mind, his whole body pushing into his sister's rectum, his cock throbbing with excitement, his piss-slit dribbling out a steady stream of pre-cum, his hands pawing and grabbing at her big boobs, pulling her to him possessively, demandingly wishing for more of her depraved, delicious anal sucking. Moaning herself every time she felt him groan and slowly escape her squeezing asshole, strumming her clit harder and faster as they got into a steady assfucking/anal-milking pace, Kim felt very proud for the pleasure she was giving her brother, her mind wandering and her excitement growing as she thought of the endless list of naughty possibilities opening up for them from now on. After a particularly hard squeeze during a long, slow retreat that left her tight rectum tingling with sparks of anal ecstasy, hearing her brother gasp and grunt before he sunk in again, Kim chuckled and spoke in her soft, husky voice. "You like that, baby? You like how I milk your cock with my ass? You like how your buttslut sister sucks your big hard cock with her tight asshole?" His breathing was ragged and his fat cock pulsed erratically, depositing big dollops of pre-cum all along her sloppy anal channel until he once again bottomed out and then, as she expertly tightened her rectum, he slowly slid out, the incredible suction making him groan desperately. "Yes!... Oooh fuck, yes, Kim... It's amazing, you're such an anal queen, sis!... I'll never get enough of your ass, Kim, I wanna fuck your ass till I pass out, it's just too good to stop... I love this so much, Kim... You're the best girl there is... I love doing this with you, sis... Oooh fuuuck!... " Kim laughed, blushing absurdly, feeling grateful and pleased at the obscene compliments, liking what she heard immensely because she absolutely shared his feelings about their mutual anal passion. She frigged her clit faster as another deep plunge of her brother's cock into her ass sent sizzling shivers of delight up her spine. "Mmmh... Me too, Tommy, I love this so much... It makes me so hot, feeling your cock stuffed inside my ass... I may be crazy but it feels so intimate and special having you in me like this, so deep, so big... I love being so full of you... Oooh yeah, baby push deep in my ass, like that... You'll have to assfuck your buttslut sister a lot, bro, it just feels too good not to do it... Mmmh, you feel that, baby, feel my ass sucking your thick cock, milking your cum out?" Tom's eyes were glazed over as once again he glided slowly out, enjoying the suction, marveling at his sister's amazing anal talents, his balls churning, his cock throbbing wildly, the prolonged milking taking its toll, his long-delayed orgasm getting closer. "Oooh yeah, it's insane, Kim... It's so fucking great!... You're gonna make me cum soon, sis... " Her hand fluttered on her clit, her thumb frigging her protruding nub faster as she pushed two fingers inside her sopping pussy, the warmth of her build-up expanding by the second up her trembling frame. "Me too, bro, I'm getting close... Oooh yeah, so close... I wanna cum with you, baby, come on top of me and fuck me hard, fuck my ass hard and cum with me, Tommy... " Panting and moaning, the siblings quickly rearranged themselves so that Kim was on her back and Tom was kneeling between her legs. He had to take his cock out of her sweet ass for some agonizingly long seconds as they repositioned and he was aching to sink himself deep inside her again but he couldn't help stroking his rock-hard meat as he watched his sister spread her shapely thighs open for him, her huge tits jiggling away at every motion, her hands grabbing her raised-up legs at the knee, pulling them back towards her chest to raise her hindquarters from the bed, offering him her amazing asshole completely. Tom admired with lewd pleasure the dribble of white frothy cum bubbling slowly out of her gaping anus, his lust multiplying as he watched that stretched open sphincter gradually close again in a matter of seconds, leaving a sheen of churned semen, pussy juice, lube and saliva glistening all over his sister's well fucked butt-ring. Then, holding his hard aching shaft and positioning himself between her spread legs, he looked up at Kim. Her face was flushed as their eyes met, their burning need for relief mirrored in the other's eyes. He was already pushing through her willing anus as she said: "Fuck my ass, baby, oooh fuck yeah!... Yeah bro, fuck your buttslut sister, aaahh... Fuck my ass, Tommy, yeaaaah, fuck my aaah-ahh-aaaaaass!... " As soon as he was balls deep inside her once again, Tom started pounding his sister's asshole with abandon, each long, deep stroke making the both of them moan in unison. Her rectum molded around his hardness instantly, making his cock feel perfectly snug inside her bowels, her warmth and tightness so incredible to him just as his deep, quick, slick jack-hammering motions were delicious to her, their reciprocal pleasure feeding off the other's fevered enjoyment and adding up to their mutual anal delight as they rushed together to their orgasms. "Oooh!... Aaaah, baby, you're so deep... So full of you, bro... Uuhhh!... Uuh!... " "I'm close, sis, fuuuuuck!... I can't hold back anymore, your ass is fantastic, Kim... Holy shit, sis, your tight ass... Your fucking hot tight ass... " Aching to climax, feeling the waves of pleasure rise higher with each frenzied thrust into her ass, her hands still busy holding her knees back and her legs spread, Kim begged brokenly: "Oooh baby, please make me cum... Touch my clit, Tommy, pleeeease!... Touch my clit, baby, make me cum with you!... " A gasp escaped her lips and her heart raced as she felt three of her brother's fingers sink inside her pussy, sliding easily in her splayed open fleshy flower as his thumb clamped on her clitoris and started rubbing it frantically. As Tom sawed his digits in and out of her cunt, the slapping impacts of his hips against her offered rump resounded closer and closer, setting an even faster clapping tempo in their already frantic assfucking. "Ooooh yeah, fuuuck yeah!... Rub my clit faster baby, oh fuuuck!... Fuck my ass harder, bro, I'm gonna cum... Ooooh fuck!... Uuuhhh!... Uh!... Oooooh Tommy... Oh my god, baby, your making me... " Tom hammered into his sister's ass like a man possessed, his well lubed cock fucking away into her eager, cum-sloppy rectum, his balls ready to burst any second now, his thumb frigging her clit and his fingers pumping furiously into her soaked pussy in a squishy wet blur. All the while he was looking at her, his heart pounding as he followed the hypnotic swaying of her huge tits getting shaken around with his every battering thrust. "Oooh, faster baby, harder... Uuuuh!... I'm close... Aaaaah!... I'm... " He was almost over the edge when the sweet agony of the impending climax distorting Kim's features etched itself into his mind, the image of her lusty, beautiful, blissful face burning and fixing itself into his memory like a brand. With that picture of his incomparable sibling set in his eyes, he let out a groan and jack-hammered desperately into her asshole. Roaring in ecstasy, his hand fingering and frigging away at his sister's pussy and clit, a huge load of cum already rushing up his pulsing cock, he fell forward, aiming his face at Kim's majestic tits, zeroing in on one puffy nipple, yelling out. "Fuuuck... Ooooh fuck, sis, I'm cumming!... I'm mmmmphf!... " His voice was muffled, his mouth full of soft boob flesh, his lips clamping tightly onto an engorged pink areola, his tongue battering at a hard nipple, as he sucked away at that luscious jug for all he was worth, while the first powerful jet of cum sprayed deep into his sister's ass. Kim's eyes popped open and she screamed as she crested over, the orgasmic shock blinding her in its intensity. "Oooowh!... Yeaaaah!... Uuuuuhhhhh!... Aaaaaaah!... Cummiiiiiiiing!... " The feeling of her brother's cock ejaculating a torrential sequence of thick ropes of seed into her rectum together with his fingering and frigging was enough to trigger her climax, but the unexpected, suddenly added stimulation on her delicate nipple blew her mind away completely. Her toes curled and her body melted in pleasure. Her pussy fluttered around her brother's pumping fingers and her rectum contracted in hard squeezing spasms around his pulsing, spraying cock. Through her orgasmic haze, as she felt jet after powerful jet of creamy cum blast deep into her conquered ass, a crazy idea possessed Kim and she immediately voiced it to her brother. "Pull out and cum on me!... Cum on my face, baby, pleeease!... Paint my face with your cum, bro, I want you to cum on my face, Tommy, pleeeeease!... " His mouth still munching on her heavy jug, his twitching cock filling her bowels with an unprecedented stream of erupting cum, his mind awash in ejaculatory bliss, Tom thought he had imagined it at first, but then he heard it again, his sister's pleasure-broken voice actually begging him, her tone desperate with lust. "Pleeeeease, Tommy, give me a facial!... Give your nasty cumslut sister a creamy messy facial, baby, pleeease!... " Growling, cumming all the while, his orgasm reignited by the fantastic perversity he was living out with his sister, Tom extracted his spurting cock from Kim's ass and scrambled as quickly as possible on his knees towards her face, straddling her pillowy chest, spraying her all over in the process, finally pointing his erupting dick at her beautiful visage. His lust-high was increased even more as he quickly registered the flood of cum that started leaking out of his sister's asshole the moment he popped out of her butt-ring leaving her bowels unplugged, his milky load now freely and copiously oozing out of her gaping anus. The sensory overload and the mind-bending mental satisfaction from all the sweet depravity they were enacting together only made him cum harder. "Ooooh shiiiiiit, sis, oh my fucking god!" Jacking himself off furiously, he hosed her down with all he had, sending ropes of creamy cum splattering across her nose, landing on her forehead and dribbling on her eyelashes, flying into her dark sex-tousled hair, finally hitting her parted lips and going straight into her open mouth, quickly pooling in a white gooey layer on her tongue. "Yes! Mmmfh... Yes, cum on my face, bro!... Mmmmh... Fuck yeah... Mmmmh... Give me your cum, baby... Mmmmgh... Make me your cumslut... Mmmh... " When Kim wrapped her hand around his length pulling him closer and he felt the enveloping warmth of his sister's sucking mouth engulfing his squirting knob, Tom let go of his cock and used both hands to pin himself up, his palms pressed against the headboard of her bed, his upper body bent forward, his neck weakly giving way, his head spinning, his cock slowly decreasing his jetting frenzy as he let his sister milk him dry with her slowly jacking hand and the deep suction of her talented mouth. "Mmmph... Mhmmgh... Mmmmh... Mmghmmph... " His head lolling limply down, his eyes glued on his sister's cum splattered face, his ears ringing and yet filled with the intoxicating symphony of Kim's sucking, slobbering, whimpering and moaning, Tom felt his balls dry out and his orgasm finally subside until only a weak trickle of semen still dribbled out of his semi-hard meat. His sister's ministration weren't done yet though, and she kept slowly rubbing his fat dick from base to tip, her tiny squeezing fingers sliding easily on his sloppy cock, his length covered in the frothy a mixture of lube and pussy-juice and cum from their assfucking, her hand pumping him eagerly for more creamy seed, coaxing it out, tugging at his shaft, milking him for every last drop of cum, her perfect, full lips wrapped tightly around his spongy glans as Kim still sucked and gurgled, her mouth filled with his seed, her cheeks slightly bulging, moaning and purring contentedly as she looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes, her gaze blurring and losing focus at times when the clit-teasing fingertips of her other hand managed to prolong her climax with more clitoral aftershocks. When Kim eventually released his cockhead from the sweet, soft prison of her plump lips and her tiny milking hand let go of his girthy base, Tom let himself fall down on the bed, spent and drained, catching his breath before rolling lazily to lie by his sister's side, lightheaded with satisfaction. "Mmmh, yummy... " she said, looking at him with playfulness right after she had swallowed down his load in a noisy gulp, mischief and barely sated lust twinkling in her dark blue eyes. "Wow, sis... " he breathlessly answered, watching her reach with both her hands down to her asshole, seeing her scoop up the cum streaming from her gradually closing butt-ring, admiring her lovely sluttiness as she brought both hands in turn to her mouth where she sucked up and licked out every last drop of the creamy treat she had retrieved, an impish, infinitely sexy smile on her cum smeared lips. "You never stop amazing me, sis... " She raised an eyebrow at him and giggled, still looking at him in the eye, her beautiful face lewdly painted with brotherly cum, her fingers still roaming her body to gather up any pool and streak and drop of his widely splattered semen. Tom watched in open-mouthed admiration as his sister cleaned herself off like a sensuous naughty cat, bringing his thick white load to her mouth from her leaking asshole, then from her seed-streaked tummy, her plastered tits, her glued eyelashes, her adorably slutty gaze leaving his stupefied eyes only when she needed to look down on her cum-painted body to find another spot of her smooth skin to clean up. "Oh my god, Kim... Oh my god... " he murmured over and over, unable to say anything else. She didn't touch her face through this all, leaving the layer of cum her brother had messily deposited on her visage to pool there and then slowly ooze down her cheeks and her nose, streaming by the sides of her mouth, trickling along her neck, hanging in obscene ropes from her chin. Then, when there simply wasn't any more of his milky seed anywhere else on her body, she turned on her side and looked devilishly at him. "Sit up, bro," she said huskily, winking at him. "I need your help to get all this nasty, messy, creamy cum off my face... " Speechless, entranced and not a little aroused by the show his sister had just put on for him, Tom complied, kneeling in front of her, his plump, semi-hard dick pointing horizontally at her cockcream-coated face. Grabbing his tool with both hands, Kim started moving it like a brush all over her face, tracing the ropes and pools and drops of cum that made her look so insanely whorish, so incredibly hot, so depravedly lovely in her brother's adoring eyes. Pumping his cock slowly in her tiny fists, gazing naughtily into his disbelieving expression as she worked, Kim used his dick to scoop up all the traces of the messy facial he had given her, bringing his slowly stiffening tool to her mouth to suck up every last drop of creamy spunk she retrieved with it, until only white drying flakes remained on her smooth, blissful, beautiful face. "So... " she said in a husky voice as she let go of his hardening prick, licking her fingertips as she looked up at him, a devilishly sweet smile on her soft, puffy lips. "Are you pleased with your cumslut asswhore sister, bro?" There were no words to convey his answer. He fell on her like a bird of prey, his mouth going for hers, his kiss brutal and primal in its need to express a depth of emotion that words just couldn't convey, his arms grabbing her, claiming her, holding her, wrapping around her to never let her go. She responded in kind, pushing herself into him, pressing her big tits against his toned chest, grinding her sloppy crotch into his stiffening pole, her fingers grabbing his head and pulling him into her mouth, her shapely legs opening for him and wrapping around his muscled ones, his hands running all over her body, slapping her sweet bubble-butt, massaging her majestic asscheeks, teasing her greasy buttcrack, then grabbing her thighs, tracing the smoothness of her hips and running up her arched back, their lust and love and wonder making them closer to each other than they ever thought they could be to anyone, as they rolled together on the bed, clinging to their beloved and loving sibling. They were breathless, horny, as in love as anyone could ever hope to be when they finally settled down, their mouths open, their voices reduced to mere groaning and purring and whimpering sounds, Tom lying on his back, Kim straddling him, her leaking pussy lips splayed over his raging hard cock, her hips rocking lightly to massage him with her warm wet folds while teasing her own clit, their eyes looking into each other's core, their brains slowly regaining a semblance of rationality, just enough so they could express in words what their bodies already said, already heard, already perfectly knew. "I love you, sis." "I love you, bro." She leaned down and they kissed, long and softly, his hands on her rump, kneading and grabbing that beautiful monument to lust, that round, plump, glorious ass she had lovingly let him conquer, her hands holding on to his muscular shoulders to help her grind her hips as she rocked back and forth on his length, driving both of them crazy, until his cock was so hard he thought it would break and her pussy and clit so teased she thought she would scream, until their aching groans turned into begging mewls, guttural animalistic prayers for sexual relief, until they simply couldn't take it anymore. Still purring into his mouth, still pressing her tits on his chest, their lips brushing together, their eyes staring into each other, their nostrils filled with the smell of sex and sweat and their intoxicating unique scents, her messy dark pony tail falling on his face tickling his cheeks, Kim reached between them. Repositioning herself slightly to properly straddle his crotch, she wrapped her tiny fingers around her brother's rock-hard, precum-oozing cock, squeezing it in her hand before pointing it at her asshole, guiding the fat throbbing mushroom head into the entrance of her oily, eager rosebud where it belonged. "I want to do it again, bro." "Me too, sis." "I need to be full of you, Tommy, I need to feel you deep inside me. Always." "And I need to be deep inside you, Kim. Always." Lost in their soulkiss, embracing tightly, the siblings melted in their love and lust for each other, his hard dick pumping into his sister's ass, her willing anus opening up for her brother's cock, again and again and again. Again. And again. And again.

Title: Meeting Ms. Write - Day 03 Tags: erotic coupling Day 3 - Sarah's payback Mike awoke early in the morning and tried to quietly ease himself out of the bed to use the restroom. He got to the bathroom and used a washcloth to clean himself off after falling asleep with his cock still buried in Sarah. Then after relieving his bladder tried to quietly ease his way back into bed. Sarah woke from the movement and groaned "what time is it." "It's early still. Go back to sleep." "Bathroom first." Sarah got out of the bed and padded to the bathroom. She also cleaned herself a bit and then took care of the typical morning ritual in the bathroom. As she washed her face the events of the day before played back in her mind. Particularly Mike's use of the remote control vibrator on her in the museum. She recalled warning Mike that payback was a bitch and a smile came to her face. She went back into the bedroom and could see Mike had rolled onto his back and was dead to the world and snoring a bit. She quickly formulated a plan. She went into the other bedroom and collected the wrist and leg restraints that Mike had used on her. She then located the flogger and started to walk back to the other bedroom. Then a somewhat evil smile crossed her lips and she went back and located the very same remote control vibrator that Mike had used on her. She grabbed her phone and found the app that would control the vibrator and tested it to make sure she could control it and then quietly re-entered the bedroom where Mike was sleeping. She went to each corner of the bed and fastened the restraints to each corner. She then gently grabbed Mike's left wrist and slowly eased it towards the restraint and buckled it around Mike's wrist but not so firm it would wake him. Mike stirred a but didn't move. She then slowly did the same thing with Mike's legs and right wrist. She was surprised he hadn't woke up but he still was dead to the world asleep. She now sat in the chair near the bed and began to come up with her plan. She climbed onto the bed and began to stroke and lick his cock which quickly began to harden. Mike groaned in his sleep and Sarah continued to tease Mike's cock. Mike was dreaming that someone was sucking his dick and slowly started to wake up and he realized that it wasn't a dream and Sarah was using her mouth on him. He thought to himself "What an incredible way to wake up." He went to move his arm down to stroke her hair only to realize he couldn't move his arm. Opening his eyes he saw that both of his arms were tied to the bed. Then he realized that his legs were also tied to the bed. Mike had written about this scenario in a few of his stories and was immediately hard as a rock. Sarah looked him in the eye and pulling off his cock said "Mmmmmmm good morning sleepy head." "My God Sarah, this is so hot." "Well, I told you yesterday that payback was a bitch. Welcome to the start of my payback." "Oh fuck." Sarah pulled up from Mike's cock and reached behind her and brought up the flogger that Mike had used on her. Mike's eyes widened in shock and was more than a little nervous. Sarah climbed off the bed and slowly started walked around while spinning the flogger in the air in a circular pattern. She drew closer to Mike's left foot and started to allow the leather to strike the bottom of Mike's foot. Mike jerked his foot to try and get away from the flogger but couldn't escape. She then started to slowly move up Mike's leg the flogger leaving a path of reddening skin behind it. Mike had always fantasized about this kind of scenario but the actual thing was beyond anything he could comprehend. Where the flogger was striking him it initially stung pretty bad but then his skin felt hot after the repeated blows. Sarah was now moving to Mike's inner thigh. Mike couldn't control his leg flinching as the flogger was getting closer and closer to his balls. His eyes were fixed on the flogger. Just as Sarah's path was going to get right to the area where the next slap of the leather would reach his balls Mike closed his eyes in anticipation and he bit his lip to stifle a groan. Suddenly the flogger stopped. Mike opened his eyes and Sarah was now standing next to the other leg. She then started to repeat the process she used on the other leg. Mike was groaning louder and louder. Sarah looked down at his cock and it was hard as she had seen it and dripping precum. She had to fight the urge to take him into her mouth again but didn't want to interrupt her plan. She then started the flogger on Mike's right arm starting at the hand and slowly moving her way up the arm. When she got to the shoulder she proceeded to his chest and slowly traveled down towards his hips. Sarah was a bit surprised at how much she was enjoying this with Mike at her complete and total control. As she was getting very close to Mike's cock with the flogger he was panting in a combination of fear and lust. She then stopped again and walked to the other side of the bed and started in the left arm. Mike groaned "Sarah you are driving me absolutely crazy." "Oh, I know my lovely. I was on the other end of this at your wicked hands." Sarah was getting close to his cock again and Mike's hips were thrusting off of the bed trying to get any kind of contact with anything. Sarah climbed up on the bed and lowered her pussy to Mike's mouth facing the headboard and grabbing him by the hair looked down at Mike and said "Now be a good little pet and lick me to orgasm and maybe I will give you some relief." Mike's tongue immediately began to lick Sarah with far more aggression than he had previously "Mmmmmm, you've been holding out on me Mike. Tsk tsk, that may require some punishment." Sarah spun around on Mike's face so that she was facing his body. Mike went back to doing everything he could to bring Sarah to an orgasm in hopes that she would give him an orgasm. Sarah reached down with both hands and pinched his nipples and twisted them causing Mike to stop and gasp "Oh, fuck!" "Nobody told you to stop Mike." Sarah growled at Mike. Mike got his tongue back into action. Feeling a bit wicked Sarah took her right hand and slapped the head of Mike's cock to the left. Mike moaned into Sarah's pussy but didn't stop licking her pussy and clit. The precum began to really flow from Mike's cock and Sarah moaned "Mmmmm, someone really liked that you naughty boy." She then slapped his cock again causing Mike's hips to thrust into the air his cock now turning an angry red color. "I don't think I have seen you this hard before Mike." she then reached down and squeezed his balls feeling how swollen they were. "Mmmmm do you want to cum Mike?" Sarah asked. She could feel an orgasm coming on and Mike moaned a "Yes Sarah, please make me cum" into her pussy. "You have to give me an orgasm first then I will let you cum." Hearing that Mike sucked her clit into his mouth and frantically flicked his tongue across it which sent Sarah over the edge moaning with her orgasm. When she finally came back down she swung her leg over Mike's head and got off the bed walking away. "Please Sarah. You said you would make me cum if I gave you an orgasm." he said as she walked out of the room. She was gone a few seconds and came back holding her phone and something else. Mike realized it was one of his ties. She then wrapped the tie around his eyes as a blindfold. "Oh You are going to cum Mike. I just didn't say how soon." she smiled. Mike's head dropped back to the bed in frustration. While Mike was blindfolded she grabbed the vibrator and applied some lube to it. She then started to rub all around Mike's cock and balls but never actually touching them. The veins in Mike's neck were starting to bulge. His cock visibly throbbing. She withdrew her hands from Mike and stood there watching him breath heavy she then grabbed the vibrator and slid it between Mike's ass cheeks causing Mike's breath to halt. "wha...what are you doing?" he gasped. "You are a smart boy. You seemed to really enjoy tormenting me at the museum with this bloody thing. Be glad this is being done in the privacy of the room and not in public you naughty boy." With that Sarah slid the vibrator into Mike's ass. The flow of precum from his cock visibly increased. "Mmmmm you obviously enjoy that Mike." She then grabbed her phone and started to pulse the vibrator in his ass exactly how he had done at the museum. "Oh fuck" Mike gasped his hips writhing on the bed. Sarah leaned down and flicked her tongue across the head of Mike's cock tasting the precum and let out an "Mmmmmm tasty." All Mike could do now was groan. Sarah was seriously horny herself decided she couldn't wait any longer. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips. She reached back and aligned his cock with her opening and slid down onto his cock causing them both to groan. Sarah pinched his nipples again and said "Now don't you dare cum too soon Mike." She grabbed her phone and started pulsing the vibrator again. As soon as she started that she could feel Mike's cock swell inside of her so she stopped the vibrator. "Not yet Mike" she whispered and leaned down feeding her breast into his mouth. Mike immediately started sucking and nibbling on the nipple. That was getting Sarah close to an orgasm so she started to ride Mike to make sure she got there. Right as she was on the edge of an orgasm she grabbed the phone and turned the vibrator on full blast. Mike immediately yelled "Sarah, oh fuck! I can't hold out any longer." "Cum for me Mike. Fill me up!" She moaned as soon as she felt Mike begin to fill her with very large blasts of cum it drove her over the edge and she fell forward onto Mike. She was laying on Mike in the afterglow of a powerful orgasm she heard Mike moaning "Oh fuck Sarah, the vibrator." She realized it was still vibrating on full power deep in Mike's ass. She started to get off of Mike when she realized he was still hard as a rock inside of her. "Mmmmm Mike, your cock is still nice and hard." and she began to ride Mike again. Mike's cock was incredibly sensitive having just come and he just moaned and rolled his hips on the bed. Sarah started riding him harder her hips slapping down onto his body with the sound filling the room. Her pussy was sopping wet with her arousal and Mike's load and she just kept riding him feeling another orgasm quickly building she moaned out "Oh God Mike you're going to make me cum again." She started pumping her hips up and down on Mike as fast as she could moaning in his ear. Suddenly she heard Mike start to growl like an animal and could feel Mike's cock swell inside of her and surprised her by erupting inside of her again. Sarah's whole body went into spasm as she was racked with as powerful of an orgasm as she could recall. She wanted to just curl up in his arms and sleep then she remembered the vibrator. She reached her phone and turned the vibrator off. "Oh Mike that was incredible." All Mike could do was groan out "You have absolutely blown my mind." Just then Mike's phone began to ring. Sarah looked over and said "Oh, it's Diane. I wonder why she is calling you?" "Answer it for me babe." "Hello Diane" "Oh, uhhh, Sarah. I thought I was calling Mike." "You did. He couldn't come to the phone. He's currently tied up." Sarah smiled at Mike's reaction as his eyes went wide. "Oh, if he's busy, he can call me back." "Oh, he's not busy at all Diane. He's just tied up and can't get to the phone." "Oh,...OHHHH, I see. Having a bit of fun are we?" "Yes we are. Quite a bit of fun actually." "Good for you. Well when you choose to untie him have him give me a call. I want to talk to him about his writing." "I will Diane. Talk to you later." "Don't wear him out too much Sarah." "I have him pretty worn out right now but I am sure he will recover." "God, you are making me jealous." "Bye Diane." Clicking to end the call Sarah looked at Mike who had a look on his face she couldn't read and she grew a little concerned. "That was Diane. She said she wants to talk to you about your writing." "I gathered it was Diane. What was her reaction to you saying I was tied up?" She was a bit surprised but then said she was jealous. I think she may fancy you." "Well that's too bad for her because I am a one woman man and right now I am involved with one hell of a woman." "I suppose I should release your restraints." "Please I really need to use the bathroom pretty bad." As soon as she released Mike he hurriedly went to the bathroom and closed the door. Sara suddenly grew a bit worried that maybe she had pushed things too far with him. She knew from his writings that he liked the idea of being tied up by a woman but none of his stories had involved any of the male characters in ass play. As she was lost in thought looking out the window Mike came out of the bathroom and hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. "In case I haven't told you enough you are fucking incredible." Sarah visibly relaxed and said smiling "Well, a girl can never hear that too much you know." Mike spun her around and kissed her deeply. Holding her face in his hands he looked her in the eye and said "That was the most incredible sexual experience I have ever had Sarah. Thank you." "It was pretty amazing for me as well. I hope I didn't cross a line with the vibrator." Mike smiled at her "Well I certainly wasn't expecting it and had never had anything like that done before." "Well you do play with my ass at every opportunity you naughty boy so I figured what was good for the goose was good for the gander." "Oh, it was definitely good." "I did warn you about payback mister." "I was just figuring you were going to spank me." "Oh, I didn't think of that, shoot." "Maybe I should just give you a reason to give me one then." Mike smiled. "You would let me do that to you?" "I have had one or two before and found them...stimulating." Sarah gave him a wicked grin "I will keep that in mind for the next time you get naughty." They kissed again and Mike asked "What would you like to do today my goddess?" "We probably should venture out in public at some point." "Well since our day in Central Park was interrupted with work why don't we get cleaned up and go explore the park?" "Sounds lovely. Care to join me in the shower?" "As tempting as that is if I do that we won't make it out of the room." Mike said laughing. "You go first. I will hide some of the evidence before the maids come up to clean the room." "Well if you change your mind I won't lock the door." Sarah said as she walked towards the bathroom with Mike watching her naked form the entire time thinking to himself "Damn that is a very tempting offer." He heard the shower start and collected the restraints and put them in a drawer. He then remembered that Diane had wanted to speak to him so he grabbed his phone and called her back. "Well hello Mike. Finally broke free?" Diane joked. "Something like that. Time off for bad behavior." "Having read your stories now I don't doubt that in the least." "So you read them all?" "Yes, I did. Well, to be honest, I had read a few of them before." "I didn't realize you read stories off Literotica." "Guilty. I very much enjoy a hot story from time to time. In fact, yours have been some of my favorites." "I am very flattered to hear that." "That is actually why I wanted to talk to you. Have you ever thought of having some of your work published before?" "Thought about it but never thought my writing was at that level." "Well I know for a fact that it is very much on that level." "Wow. I am a bit speechless." "Do you have any other stories you have that haven't made it to Literotica?" "Actually I do. A couple of erotica stories and one book that I have messed with from time to time. I have it kind of mapped out in my head where I want it to go but just haven't had the time to focus on it and knock it out." "What do you do for a living if you don't mind me asking?" "I am a paralegal working in litigation so a lot of nights I am mentally burned out from reading and reviewing documents all day to then go home and write." "Well, from what I have read and what you are telling me you have spent some time doing it." "Well, let's just say that the erotic stories tend to come out when I find myself horny and alone." "Well, that's a pity." "What is?" "That a guy with as sexy a mind as yours finds himself sexy and alone." "Well I certainly haven't been this week. Alone that is." Mike said with a smile. "Well, if you guys are up for company I would be happy to swing by." "I am very flattered Diane, but I only get involved with one woman at a time. And I am currently involved with one hell of a woman." "Can't blame a girl for trying." "It is a very tempting offer Diane. You are a very beautiful woman." "Thanks Mike. So listen back to business. Would you be willing to email me your other writing so I can have a look at it and maybe show it to the powers that be. How far have you gotten with your book?" "Probably about 100 pages or so. It is rough but the story is there." "Don't worry about it being rough. Just send it over." Mike got her email and quickly went to his drop box account and forwarded the stories he had finished and the unfinished book. They ended the call after Diane confirmed how long he was in town for. Mike decided to not tell Sarah about the conversation. He stripped down and got in the shower just as Sarah was finishing rinsing off. "Mmmmm did you change your mind Mike?" He pulled her to him and kissed her and said "Not sure if the engine has had time to recover from this morning yet. Let me get cleaned up quickly and we can head downstairs and grab a late breakfast then go for our walk." "Yes, we probably should eat but I can't help it if seeing you naked makes me want to take your cock in my mouth." she said while stroking him. She felt it slowly start to harden a bit. "Looks like one part of your body is beginning to like the idea" she smiled. "Keep that up and we won't make it out of the room." "Spoil sport." Sarah said sticking out her tongue and smiling. With that she exited the shower and grabbed a towel. Mike let the shower wash down his hair and back and felt like he needed to pinch himself to ensure that this wasn't a dream. Having the best sex of his life with his dream woman and now the possibility of becoming a published author. He quickly showered and shaved and walked out of the bathroom to see Sarah wearing a white strappy summer dress and just finishing her makeup. In Mike's opinion she didn't really need any but when she did wear some it only made her more beautiful to him. She saw him looking at her in the mirror and asked "what?" "I just can't get over how beautiful you are. How did I get this lucky?" She blushed a bit and smiled and said "I was just asking myself the same question Mike." "If this is a dream I don't ever want to wake up." They finished getting dressed and walked hand in hand to the elevator and then to the restaurant where they enjoyed a late breakfast. In no time they found themselves walking hand in hand through the park. It was a picture perfect day and they just wandered in no particular direction. They were both a bit surprised to find out that they both enjoyed bird watching as a hobby so they set about trying to identify what they could. They were in an area of the park known as the bramble which was some dense woodland. They were looking at the trees when Mike pulled Sarah to him and pushed her against the trunk of a tree capturing her lips with his. Sarah was taken by surprise but quickly responded in kind and their kiss became passionate with Sarah sliding a leg up and curling it around Mike's leg and her arms running up and down Mike's back. Mike reached up and began to cup Sarah's breast through the dress she was wearing and he could feel her nipple stiffen in response as she groaned into his mouth. Sarah pulled back a bit and said "If you keep that up then you better be ready to fuck me." To emphasize her point she was stroking Mike's hardened cock through his pants. "I didn't think you wanted to have sex where someone could see." Mike groaned. "I don't but you are making me so damned horny that I am starting to not care." Mike looked around and then pulled Sarah off of the trail and deeper into the trees. He soon found what he was hoping to find which was a secluded area not visible from any of the trails. He pulled Sarah to him again and they resumed their passion. Mike ran his hand down Sarah's back then up under her dress and grabbed her ass. Sarah responded by reaching for Mike's pants and quickly started undoing them then reached inside of his briefs to stroke his cock. "Fuck Sarah I have to have you." Sarah spun around in his arms and leaned forward against the trunk of a tree and looking over her shoulder said "Then take me Mike. Take me right here, right now." Hearing her panting these words in a husky voice caused Mike's cock to pulse. He reached forward and lifted the back of Sarah's dress and pulled her panties down to her knees. Sliding a finger along her lips showed Mike that she was dripping wet. He then grabbed his cock and slid it between her lips coating the head with her abundant juices and then slowly started to slide into her. Sarah groaned as he started to enter her but he was going far to slow for her current mood and she thrust her hips back at him burying him to the hilt with a hissed "Yesssssss. Now fuck me Mike." Mike couldn't believe this was the same woman who was so nervous on the hotel balcony their first night together. He grabbed her hips in his hands and began to slid his cock in and out of her with firm thrusts watching her ass cheeks ripple with each impact. After several thrusts he slid a hand around her hip and slid a finger to her clit and started to rub her clit. Sarah's response was immediate with a groaned "Oh fuck Mike yes! Keep doing that." Hearing Sarah so vocal spurred Mike on and he increased the pace of his thrusts there bodies now audibly slapping together. At this point Mike didn't give a damn if anyone could hear them. He could feel Sarah's vaginal muscles begin to tighten around him which he knew would only hasten the orgasm he could feel building in his balls. "Oh God Mike harder. I'm going to cum." Sarah moaned. Mike didn't know how much harder he could fuck her but he knew one thing that would set her off so he then used his thumb and finger to rub on both sides of Sarah's clit which immediately caused her hips to start jerking wildly and Sarah started panting "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Mike knew his orgasm would overtake him soon and there was nothing he could do to hold it off. Just as he knew he was seconds away from unloading inside of Sarah he pinched her clit between his finger and thumb hard. Sarah's orgasm exploded from her body as she yelled "MIIIIIKE!" Sarah's muscles clamped down on Mike so hard he couldn't thrust inside of her. She had his cock trapped and he then felt rope after rope of cum spray from his cock deep into Sarah who groaned with each spurt hitting her inner walls. Mike pulled Sarah up and hugged her to his chest as they both panted trying to regain their breath. Mike said "Fuck that was..." "unfucking believable." Sarah finished his thought for him. "I can't believe we just did that." Sarah said. Mike growing concerned "Any regrets?" "Only that we didn't do it sooner." Sarah smiled. "We were pretty loud we should collect ourselves and keep walking." "Mmmmm you are going to be leaking out of me the rest of our walk." With that they pulled their clothes back together and Mike walked up a few steps to make sure the coast was clear before pulling Sarah behind him back to the path. As they walked up the path a few feet they came across a woman reading a book on a bench in the park. She appeared to be in her 50's. As they walked past her she didn't look up and said "You must be Mike." They both got wide eyed and Sarah was blushing. The woman smiled and said "I would say have a good day but I think you guys already are. Good for you." Mike smiled back at her and said "An incredible day." Laughing they continued down the path hand in hand. After some time they came upon a cart selling ice cream and both looked at each other with smiles. Mike grabbed a couple of ice creams for them as they enjoyed their treat. Mike realized they had walked a good distance and asked "how are your feet doing?" "Not bad but they will probably be sore in a bit." Mike looked over and saw they were not far from the place where you could take horse drawn carriage rides. "I have an idea, follow me." She saw where they were headed and let out a quiet gasp. She had seen the horse drawn carriage rides and had dreamed of doing it one day. They walked up to the carriage and Mike helped Sarah step up into the carriage and took the opportunity to grab her ass. "Cheeky" she smiled back at him. "Yes, that is where I grabbed." Mike responded with a laugh. The carriage driver overhead their back and forth and chuckled which brought a blush to Sarah's face. They enjoyed the lovely weather. Mike pulled up his phone and took a selfie of the two of them. He paused and said "Do you realize we hadn't taken a picture together the entire time we've been together?" "I hadn't realized that either. Send it to me please." "Done. The first picture of our relationship." Mike smiled. The word struck Sarah deep inside. Was this a relationship? Yes, they got along famously and were perfect together but she couldn't help thinking that there time together was limited and slipping by with each moment. In a few days she would be flying back to England and Mike would be flying back to California and they would on opposite sides of the world. She knew from past experience that relationships over distances were extremely difficult and very rarely worked out due to the distance between them. Looking over Mike could see a sad look on her face. "Hey, what's wrong?" Hearing Mike's voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she smiled back at him "Oh, it's nothing. This is so great." Mike didn't believe for a second that it was nothing but didn't want to press the issue. "Hey, there's Tavern On The Green. Ever heard of it?" "Yes, I have from movies. It's supposed to be really nice." "Let's see if we can get a table for lunch." Mike had the carriage driver let them off and they walked the short distance to the restaurant. They were fortunate that since it was a bit after the lunch rush they were able to get a table. They enjoyed a wonderful lunch but Mike couldn't help but notice that Sarah seemed a bit distracted. "So are you going to tell me what has your brain so occupied? Something is obviously bothering you." "Well, as wonderful a time as we are having I am starting to dread the fact that I will be returning to England in a few days. The thought of being on the other side of an ocean from you is just..." a tear started to slide down her cheek. Mike reached over and brushed the tear away "Hey, please don't cry. We still have those days together and I say we make the most of those and then we will deal with that issue when we get to it." She smiled back at Mike and said "You know what, you're right! What should we do tonight?" "How about a broadway show?" "Perfect. Which one?" Mike pulled up what theaters had what shows and they picked one they both wanted to see. Mike called the concierge at the hotel and he said he could arrange for them to get very good seats and also arranged for a restaurant reservation near the theater. "So what day is the book expo they wanted to introduce you and your book to the public on?" "Oh, I don't actually know. Let me call Diane. Did you ever call her back?" "Yes, I called when you got in the shower. She wanted to see what I thought about having her show my stories to her boss. I told her she could." "Oh, that is exciting." "I doubt it goes anywhere. My writing is nowhere near your level." "You sell yourself short Mike." "Anyways give her a call." Sarah called Diane and she let her know the expo was the next afternoon. They spoke for a bit and Sarah said "I don't know. Let me check with Mike." "What's up?" "Diane wants to treat me to a spa day tomorrow before the expo." "You should do that. Pamper yourself Sarah. I will keep myself busy and then join you at the expo." "Ok Diane. What time should I meet you there?" "We should head back to the hotel and rest before the show." "Let me just visit the loo first." "Meet you out front" Mike was standing outside when his phone rang and it was Diane. "Hi Mike. My boss is definitely interested in your writing. Can you meet with her while Sarah is at the spa with me?" "Sure, that works great. What's her name?" "Her name is Deborah Martin." "Has she read just the novel or the other writing as well." "She read everything. She usually doesn't meet with new writers like this so the fact that she wants to meet with you is a very good sign." "Wow. Listen, do me a favor. Don't mention anything about this to Sarah. I want to surprise her." "I will do anything you want Mike." Diane said back in a whisper. "I bet you would Diane. Thanks for this." Mike saw Sarah coming out of the restaurant and he flagged down a cab and they were soon headed back to the hotel. When they got back to the room Mike pulled Sarah into a hug and said "I don't know about you but I was thinking we should maybe lay down and take a nap." "A bit of a lay in sounds like a great idea. Just as long as we are naked." "Of course we will be naked." Mike smiled and pulled the straps of her sundress off her shoulders. They got into the bed and shared some soft slow kisses. Sarah whispered "You better set an alarm on your phone so we don't sleep too late." and she laid her head on Mike's chest with her leg draped across his. Mike reached over with his free hand and set an alarm on his phone. He went to kiss Sarah and saw she was already asleep. She looked so beautiful that he couldn't resist and took a picture of her curled up on his chest making sure that only the tops of her breasts were in the picture. He wanted to remember this moment forever. Mike began to wake from his nap and noticed Sarah was no longer laying on his chest. He was about to look around for her when he immediately knew where she was and his head fell back to the pillow. "Oh fuck that is good Sarah." "Mmmmm you're awake. I was sleeping peacefully when this nice hard cock started pushing into me and I couldn't resist." "Mmmm why don't you spin around on top of me and let me so I can taste you." Sarah moaned an answer around his cock and climbed on top of him and spun around and straddled Mike's head. Mike used his hands to pull Sarah open exposing her to his tongue. He slowly licked up her lip and then sucked it into her lip eliciting a gasp from Sarah. He continued to suck hard on her lip causing it to become engorged. He then started to nibble lightly on it. Sarah pulled Mike's cock from her mouth and groaned out "Oh Mike what are you doing to me?" "Mmmmm I think you have a good idea" Mike then started to lick up the other lip and sucked it into his mouth. Sarah sucked a breath in and decided she needed to up her efforts. She increased her grip on Mike and then took him as deep into her mouth as she could. She started to gag a bit and backed off and took a deep breath and sunk down on his cock again. This time she she felt her start to gag she made a swallowing motion and surprised even herself when Mike slid into her throat. "Oh fuck Sarah." Mike gasped. He had never had a woman do this to him. Sarah made another swallowing motion and all Mike could do was gasp "Sarah" Sarah could feel the need to breathe so she pulled back a bit and gasped a breath then sunk Mike back down her throat. She had never tried to do this before and now that she had discovered she could do it she found she really liked it. Mike could feel that if she continued doing this he would cum. He decided to do the one thing that he knew Sarah would react to and licked his way from her clit down between her lips and then started to tongue her ass. Sarah's eyes went wide in shock and she pulled off Mike's cock gasping "Mike, oh my God, you can't do that." Mike's response was to press his tongue into her ass. Everything in Sarah's mind was telling her this was wrong but she was very sure that this felt absolutely incredible. Sarah had gone from gasping in shock to groaning and pushing her ass back into Mike's tongue. "You naughty, naughty boy." Sarah groaned. Hearing Sarah obviously enjoying this anal play Mike slide a finger into her pussy and soon followed it with a second and began stroking her g-spot. "Oh Mike, keep going." Sarah moaned. Mike could feel Sarah starting to tighten her grip on his fingers and tongue. Knowing she was close to orgasm he used his thumb on his other hand to start rubbing her clit. The effect was instantaneous. Sarah's body exploded in orgasm and Mike could feel her juices squirting around his fingers. Sarah was beyond words and only shouted out a gutteral "Ahhhhhhhhh" and her legs were quivering from the force of her orgasm. Mike continued his work on her prolonging her orgasm until Sarah pulled away saying "Stop please. I can't take anymore Mike." and she slumped forward on Mike's body. Mike began to gently rub her legs and her hips as she recovered. "How do you do it?" "What?" "Keep giving me orgasms that are more powerful than the last." "Considering how hard I came when you had me tied up I could say the same thing." "In that case I am going to have to do that again." Sarah said looking back and smiling. "But first I have a better idea." Sarah sat up facing away from Mike grabbed his still hard cock and rubbed it on her lips before sliding it into position and sinking down on him burying him deep in one motion. They both groaned and then Sarah began to work her hips back and forth on his cock. Mike grabbed her hips and marveled at the scene of Sarah sliding up and down on his cock. He began to rub and squeeze her ass and Sarah immediately groaned in approval. Mike couldn't help himself and gave Sarah's ass a smack with his right hand. Sarah's eyes shot open and she looked back at him saying "What is it with you and slapping my ass you naughty boy?" "I can't help it babe. Your ass is just so perfect." "Just remember that I am a firm believer in payback Mike." Hearing Sarah talk about spanking him caused Mike's cock to immediately swell "Mmmmmm. I can feel that the thought of me spanking you really turns you on. I am looking forward to it." Mike began to thrust up into Sarah from below in response and Sarah began to match his thrusts the room filling with the sound of their bodies slapping together. Sarah re-positioned her feet so that her feet were down by Mike's and she leaned back on her arms and continued to piston her body on top of him. Mike knew he wouldn't be able to last very much longer and could feel Sarah began to tighten down on him. Hoping to speed up her orgasm Mike inserted a thumb into his mouth to wet it and then the next thrust where Sarah pushed her body down onto him he inserted his thumb into her ass. "Oh fuck Mike I can't believe you did that." "Well you pushed a vibrator into my ass. Just be thankful I don't have it nearby." Sarah groaned and was surprised to discover she really loved this feeling and simply continued thrusting down onto Mike's cock as Mike then began to saw his thumb in and out of her. "God that feels so good" Sarah gasped. "Keep going" Mike was emboldened by this and used his free hand to began to spank Sarah's ass spurning her on "Come on babe. Ride me harder like I know you want it." Sarah was overwhelmed with everything she was feeling. She started pumping up and down on Mike as hard as she could. She had never acted this way during sex. So raw, so heated, so uninhibited. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and her mouth hanging open. Her body was coated in a sheen of sweat that gave it a shine. Right when she didn't think she could take any more she heard Mike's voice scream out from what seemed like a great distance "Fuck I am going to come Sarah!!" and then she felt Mike cock expand and then blast after blast of what felt like scalding hot cum coated her inner walls. She screamed out and a massive orgasm ripped through her body. Mike could feel her juices squirting onto his legs and saw Sarah start to wobble a bit. He reached up and grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back on top of his chest and wrapped his arms around her. He held her there as she panted in exhaustion and her breathing slowly returned to normal. Mike kissed her neck from behind and whispered in her ear "My God Sarah that was incredible." Sarah nodded her head and said "Need some water" her voice barely above a croak. Mike swung her onto her side with his cock still inside of her and then pulled back to run to the mini fridge to get them cold waters. He came back and could see his cum trickling out of her and handed her the water bottle. She made no effort to get up and held the cold bottle to her head and Mike pulled up her hair and held it to the back of her head growing a bit concerned. Mike leaned down and whispered "Are you okay babe?" A smile came to her lips and she said "Never better. That was mind blowing. Between your hard cock, the spanking and the thumb in my ass you absolutely overwhelmed me." "Glad you enjoyed it" Mike said finally relaxing. "Enjoyed it is not a strong enough word Mike. I loved every second of it." "Good." "I never would have thought I liked something in my ass until getting together with a dirty pervert like you." she said laughing. Mike started laughing and said "I have completely corrupted you have I?" "Yes, I was just an innocent woman from a small English village until meeting you." "Well, I've read your stories so you weren't all that innocent." "Yes, but those were just stories from my mind. Fantasies I never thought I would experience. Being with you I have not only experienced some of those but experienced things I never would have dreamed of before." "I can say the same my dear." Sarah took a long drink of water and said "Let's go get in the shower and cool off. We have to get ready for our evening." Mike helped her up and they headed for the shower. The shower was set so the water was cooler than usual as they were both still worked up and sweating. There was some kissing and groping but their sexual appetites were at least for the moment satisfied and they just enjoyed being close with each other. After they got out of the shower Mike called the driver he had used previously and he was available and he arranged for the time to pick them up and then to take them to the theater for the show and then return them to the hotel afterwards. Mike was ready to go in a pair of slacks and a sport coat and was waiting for Sarah to get ready. When she walked out Mike was blown away. Sarah had put on a very sexy black cocktail dress and had paired it with a pair of heels. She spun in a circle and Mike got up and walked to her saying "I don't know if I have ever seen something so lovely." "I would kiss you but I don't want to mess up my lipstick...yet at least" Sarah smiled. Mike offered her an elbow and she hooked her arm through it and they walked out of the room to the elevators. When they got to the lobby Mike couldn't help walk a little taller having such a beautiful woman on his arm. The driver was waiting for them and opened the back door of the town car for them. The drive to the restaurant went smoothly and they stepped out of the car in front of a door that had no signs on it at all. Mike asked the driver if he was sure they had the right place and the driver assured him this was the place and informed him it was a restaurant owned by the concierge's cousin and was a very private place. They were greeted at the door by a beautiful hostess who said "You must be Mr. Woodman. Right this way sir." They were led through a darkened dining room with the only lights being some very low lit lamps and candle light on the tables. They were directed to a table in the back corner and sat. They looked at the menu and decided to eat something light since they were going to the theater right after and didn't want to be weighed down. After they ordered a bottle of wine was brought to the table and they toasted to a great evening. "So tell me about the village you live in." Mike asked. "Not much to tell really. The population is rather small only about 12,000 people. It's about an hour and a half or so by train to London. The village's big claim to fame is they have used it to film some of Downton Abby there." "Sounds really nice." "Really boring you mean." "No, I mean really nice. I have lived in L.A. for the last 10 years and it gets tiring. The traffic is a nightmare everywhere you go. My morning commute takes me an hour to get 20 miles. I have to drive over an hour and a half to get out of the L.A. area to actually see nature." "I don't think I would like that." "I did at first but now...not so much. I grew up in a small farming town of maybe 10,000 people where everybody knew everybody else. If I was out causing trouble as a teenager my parents knew about it before I got home. One mom would see it and call her friend, who would call her friend, and sooner or later they knew my mom or dad and I was busted." "If you left L.A. where would you go." "Not sure really. I have always lived in California and never thought I would want to leave it but lately I have thought about pulling up roots and going someplace new." Just then there food arrived and they dug into a delicious meal and were constantly sharing bites of what they ordered with the other person. As they finished their meals the waiter brought out a small chocolate mouse and said it was compliments of the house. They shared the dessert along with a few kisses and then it was time to head to the theater. They arrived in plenty of time for the show and grabbed a couple of drinks to enjoy while they waited. Sarah had a white wine and Mike enjoyed a bourbon. Sarah was getting very excited and Mike asked "Have you ever been to a show like this in London?" "No I haven't. I have always wanted to but never had someone who would take me." "Seriously? No boyfriend took you out like this?" "Never. My boyfriends always felt that a night out was going to the pub or dragging me to a football game that I had absolutely no interest in being at." "Then they were fools." "You won't get an argument from me there." Just then the lights flashed advising people to take their seats and then the orchestra started up and the lights came down. Mike looked over at Sarah and her eyes were wide with excitement and a smile was spread across her face. Mike spent most of the show watching Sarah's reactions as she laughed at the jokes, shed a tear at the sad parts and tapped her foot along with the music. Before they knew it the show was over and Sarah started to get up from her seat. Mike grabbed her hand and said "Sit for a bit. Let the crowd thin out otherwise it gets a bit congested with people being rude trying to get passed everyone to reach the exit." After a few minutes Mike stood up and offered her his hand and they leisurely walked out of the theater. Their driver was waiting right where he said he would be and soon they were back at the hotel. The lounge bar in the lobby had a small jazz quartet playing and Mike pulled Sarah to the dance floor "Dance with me beautiful." Mike whispered into her ear. Sarah placed her arms around his neck and rested her head against Mike's chest. Mike dropped his hands to her hips and pulled her in tight as they swayed to the music for several songs. Mike then brought his hand up under her chin lifting her face towards his and kissed her gently on the lips. What started as a soft and gentle kiss started to become more passionate and their tongues began to slide across the other when Mike pulled back and said "I think it is time we went upstairs don't you?" "Yes we should before I get carried away in a room full of strangers." They walked arm in arm to the elevator. Mike was disappointed when two other people got on the elevator with them and then pressed the button for a floor one below theirs. Mike looked at Sarah who was smiling at him and he mouthed "I want you." to Sarah. She looked at the other couple who were obvious to them and boldly reached her hand to Mike's crotch and mouthed the words "Soon." to him. Mike fought the urge to press the next floor coming up and shove the people off the elevator but soon enough they arrived at their floor. Mike surprised Sarah by suddenly picking her up putting her in a fireman's carry over his shoulder to get to the room. "You are crazy" she laughed. "Yes. I am out of my mind to get you behind closed doors as soon as possible." Mike then got the doors opened and set Sarah down on the couch in the room and reached down and took off her heels and ran his hands up her legs. "Hold on Mike." with that Sarah stood up and unzipped her dress and stepped out of it leaving her in a pair of lace panties and a matching bra. "Please go hang this up for me. I don't want it getting too badly wrinkled." "I will be right back. Don't move a muscle." As soon as Mike's back was turned Sarah felt a sudden urge and she went with it. She stood up and opened the doors to the balcony and stepped outside into the night air. She leaned on the railing and looked around and couldn't see any other rooms lit up. Mike came back out into the room and was surprised to see her gone. He looked around a bit then noticed the doors were open. He was stunned to see Sarah standing at the railing in just her bra and panties after their first experience out on the balcony. "What are you doing out here?" he asked "Feeling brave and adventurous." Mike walked up behind her and wrapped her in his arms and began to trail kisses from her ear lobe to the base of her neck eliciting an moan from deep within Sarah. He decided to see just how brave and adventurous she was and slid the bra strap off her shoulder kissing his way to her shoulder. He then repeated the same process on the other shoulder. Sarah not only didn't move to stop him but stuck her ass back into him and was grinding against his now erect cock behind his slacks. Mike then undid the clasp on the bra and it fell down her chest hanging temporarily on her erect nipples before falling to the ground. Mike reached around her and stroked up her body to her breasts and took one in each hand and began massaging them gently. Sarah groaned out a quiet "I am so turned on right now. It is like every where you touch me is electrically charged." Sarah turned in Mike's arms and their mouths met in a deep kiss the energy between them ramping up quickly. Sarah started working the buttons on Mike's shirt and soon his shirt feel the ground next to her bra. Sarah then started kissing her way down his chest causing Mike to audibly groan. Sarah's hands were busily working on Mike's belt and the button and zipper on his slacks and she soon had them open and reached inside and began to stroke his cock through his briefs. His pants now around his ankles Mike kicked off his shoes and started stepping out of them. Sarah whispered to him "Let me." with that she sunk down to her knees and pulled his pants off his feet and then also removed his socks leaving him standing there in a badly tented pair of boxer briefs. Sarah looked up at him from her knees biting her lower lip making eye contact with Mike. His cock visibly lurched at this site. She then reached up and slid her fingers into the waist band of his briefs and slowly slid them down his legs. Sarah licked and kissed her way down one leg until the briefs were removed and then licked and kissed her way up the other leg until she then reached up with her hand and began to lick Mike's swollen balls and run a hand up and down the shaft of his cock. Mike could not believe that this was the same woman who was too shy to enjoy sex on this very same balcony a couple days ago. Precum began to leak out of Mike's cock and Sarah used that to allow her hand to slide easier up and down his shaft and up and over the head. "Fuck Sarah that feels so good." Mike gasped. Sarah looked up at him again making eye contact and then licked her way up his shaft and then began to flick her tongue around the head of his cock. Mike reached down and was cradling Sarah's head with his hand in her hair and then Sarah sucked Mike's cock into her mouth and began to slide her way down towards the base. Mike had never had a better blow job in his life and he knew if she kept this up for much longer he was going to cum. "Sarah if you keep this up I am going to cum." Sarah slowly worked her way back up his cock and licked the head again and said looking Mike in the eye "That's exactly what I want you to do." and then she sucked his cock deep into her mouth again and this time slipped the head down into her throat a bit and started working him as hard as she could with her hand rubbing and squeezing his balls. Mike's legs started to buckle and he could feel his balls start to contract and knew he couldn't hold out any longer "Oh fuck Sarah. I'm cumming." he gasped as he felt rope after rope of cum erupt out of his cock. Sarah pulled back some and felt her mouth filling with Mike's juices until she could tell he was done. She then swallowed his load and went back to nuzzling his cock. "You are amazing." he panted trying to catch his breath. "Mmmmm I loved doing that for you." she smiled. Mike then reached down and pulled her up by her arms and started to pull her into a kiss and Sarah turned her head saying "I should go get a drink first." thinking Mike wouldn't want to kiss her after he came in her mouth. Mike grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her with as much passion as he could surprising her briefly before she responded in kind. Sarah was a bit surprised at how much Mike being willing to kiss her after she had swallowed his load had turned her on. Mike reached down with his hand and slid his hand inside of her panties and found that Sarah was drenched and she groaned at the contact. Mike kissed his way down Sarah's chest stopping to suck on each nipple then continued down her body until he got to her panties. He then started sliding her panties down her legs kissing and licking her leg down to her ankle. Sarah lifted her leg out of the panties and with the other leg kicked the panties away from her towards the door. She then turned and leaned forward onto the ledge of the balcony presenting her ass to Mike. Mike closed the distance between them and started to kiss and rub Sarah's ass cheeks before pulling her cheeks apart and sliding his tongue into Sarah's pussy. Sarah responded by letting out a hiss and pushing her hips back into Mike's tongue. Mike grabbed Sarah's hips and began to pull her onto him tongue fucking her. Sarah was becoming more vocal as a result of Mike's efforts and Mike slid a finger between her legs and began rubbing her clit bringing a "Yesssss Mike just like that." from a panting Sarah. Mike then slid his tongue from Sarah's lips up to her puckered ass and he flicked his tongue across it. Sarah's response was a breathy "Oh fuck...mmmmmm...yes" Mike then slid a finger into Sarah and began working it in and out of her then added a second finger and Mike could feel Sarah's grip on his finger began to increase as her orgasm began to build. Mike then started to push his tongue into her. Sarah was being overwhelmed by Mike simultaneously rubbing her clit and her g-spot and pushing his tongue deeper into her ass. Sarah's legs began to quiver and she started to gasp a repeated "yes...yes...yes...yes" Then Sarah's internal muscles clamped down onto Mike's fingers and her ass clinched hard enough to push Mike's tongue out of her and he just continued flicking her. Sarah groaned out a loud "gahhhh I am cumming!" and her body went into an almost spasm. Mike stood up behind her and pulled her into a hug out of concern she might collapse and possibly hurt herself. As she came back down to earth she started to rub her ass back into Mike's rejuvenated hard cock and moaned to Mike "I need you inside of me. Now!" She leaned back down onto the railing and looked back at Mike. Mike paused a second to take in the stunning view in front of him. He grabbed his cock at the base and began to rub it up and down her lips coating the head in her juices and then slowly started to slide into Sarah. He groaned "Fuck Sarah you are so hot right now." "This is what you and your naughty tongue do to me Mike. Now take me!" Mike started to work his cock in and out of her at a slow pace wanting this to last a very long time. Sarah had other ideas and started forcefully pushing herself back onto Mike's cock. "Harder Mike. Fuck me harder!" She groaned. Mike grabbed her hips and started to fuck her with forceful thrusts each accompanied by a grunt from Sarah. "Yesss Mike" she started to groan. Mike slid his hand into her hair and then pulled her back up to him as he continued to thrust into her. Once he pulled her all the way up Mike wrapped an arm around her just under her breasts and kissed and nibbled on her neck. With his other hand he reached down and started to rub her clit. Sarah's eyes shot open and an "Oh fuck yes." came from her lips. Mike could feel his balls begin to swell and knew he was going to come again and was determined to get Sarah to orgasm before him. He started to increase the pace of his thrusts and tightened his grip around Sarah. Sarah started to whimper as she felt herself loosing control and what felt like a massive orgasm was rapidly building inside of her. Her upper body started to contort with each thrust from Mike's hips almost like a wave of energy was passing through her. Mike then used his finger and thumb to pinch Sarah's clit. The effect was instantaneous. Sarah let out a guttural "Gahhhhhhhhh!" and started to squirt all over Mike's hand in pulses and she clamped down hard on Mike's cock. Mike couldn't hold off another second and groaned a "Oh fuck Sarah" and cum began to pulse out of his cock deep inside Sarah. Sarah's eyes rolled up into her head and then she went limp. Mike held her up as he recovered from his own orgasm and when he caught his breath reached down and picked up Sarah and carried her back into the hotel room and gently laid her on the couch. Mike then grabbed a couple of cold waters and began to rub one on Sarah's neck and face. She started to come around and then her eyes fluttered open and looked up at Mike and whispered "what happened? Did I pass out again?" "Yes babe you had an orgasm and yelled out and then went limp." "The last thing I remember was having an orgasm so big that I couldn't breathe." "Do you think you can stand up?" "I think so." "Let's take a shower and rinse off. First I need to head back out on the balcony. You stay sitting here.' "Why do you have to go out there again?" "I need to get our clothes." "Oh...yeah." she started laughing a bit and smiling at Mike. "That was pretty hot." "It was far more than pretty hot babe. It was incredible." Mike gathered up their clothes and then went back inside helping Sarah up and led her to the bathroom where he started the shower and got the water to a comfortable temperature. He hugged Sarah to him and stepped them both into the shower where the cool water was soothed their over heated bodies. "Oh this is so nice" Sarah sighed. "I will remember this entire day for the rest of my life." Sarah's mind immediately started to come back to the fact that there time was so limited now and she didn't want to think about returning to England without Mike in her life but she pushed it aside as best she could and pulled Mike into a kiss. "So will I Mike." Mike turned the water off and wrapped Sarah in a towel and dried her off before grabbing a towel for himself as well. They walked to the bed together and Mike wrapped his arms around Sarah and she snuggled back into him and after another kiss their exhausted bodies fell into a deep sleep.

Title: Teil 1 - Die Anfänge by Sebin Nyshkim Tags: Bear, Ejaculation, First Time, Fox, Gay, German Language, Handjob, M/M, Seduction, Series \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ **Disclaimer:** Diese Geschichte ist mein geistiges Eigentum und darf ohne meine ausdrückliche Erlaubnis nicht anderweitig im Netz veröffentlicht werden. Private Weitergabe gestattet, sofern das Copyright erhalten bleibt und der Inhalt nicht nachträglich verändert wird. Teile dieser Geschichte beruhen *nur teilweise* auf wahren Begebenheiten mit homoerotischen Passagen. Wer als Leser damit ein Problem hat, sollte jetzt nicht mehr weiterlesen! \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ *Shawn, ein eher schüchterner Fuchs im Alter von 17 Jahren, hatte schon viele Abende in Chatrooms verbracht. Seine meisten Bekanntschaften schloss er bisher online, nur wenige hatte er bislang getroffen. Nur diesen Abend sollte es etwas anders kommen als gewohnt. Falls es für Shawn besonders lohnenswert war, einen Kontakt konstant zu halten, nahm er ihn in seine Instant Messenger Listen auf. So wie heute...* Es war schon kurz vor Mitternacht als Shawn wieder einmal wie gebannt vor dem Computer saß und in diversen Chatrooms die Zeit tot schlug. Ein Chatpartner davon war aus seiner Klasse. Sie hatten schon den ganzen Tag übers Internet gequatscht und irgendwann kamen sie auf Computer - Shawns Lieblingsthema. Er konnte stundenlang darüber diskutieren. „Sag mal, du kannst doch gut mit Linux umgehen, oder?", fragte sein Schulkamerad ihn ab einem Punkt. „Naja, es geht so", antwortete Shawn, „Warum fragst du?" Ihm wurde von seinem Schulkamerad geschildert, dass er wiederum bei einem Freund war, der sich an diesem Betriebssystem versuchte. Shawn gab einige Tipps über seinen Schulkamerad an dessen Freund weiter, bis dieser meinte, er wolle Shawn persönlich sprechen. Shawn war etwas überrascht, aber willigte schnell ein und fügte ihn seinen Instant Messenger Kontakten hinzu. „Danke, du hast mir echt geholfen", war schon die erste Nachricht. Shawn winkte ab: „Ach, das mach ich inzwischen schon so oft, das ist schon fest verankert." Shawn gab dann noch einige Tipps mehr bis in die Nacht hinein. Man lernte sich näher kennen und tauschte sich immer mehr über die verschiedensten Themen aus, bis hin zu den intimsten Sachen. „Süßes Bild, das du da hast", bemerkte Shawns Gesprächspartner. Er wurde etwas rot, als er diese Worte las. Das hatte noch niemand bisher in dieser Form bemerkt. Shawn wusste im ersten Moment nicht, was er darauf antworten sollte. „Danke... für die Blumen...", antwortete er zögerlich. „Wir haben uns glaub ich noch nicht richtig bekannt gemacht. Ich bin Nick, freut mich", stellte er sich vor. „Shawn, angenehm." „Können wir uns vielleicht mal treffen? Würde dich gerne mal persönlich kennen lernen." Shawn wusste nicht so recht, ob er dem gleich zustimmen sollte, deshalb fragte er: „Meinst du in einem Café oder bei dir?" Die Antwort kam relativ schnell und bündig: „Bei mir." Jetzt wurde Shawn erst recht nervös. *„Gleich zu ihm???"*, grübelte er, *„Normalerweise bin ich zwar nicht so, aber... wir verstehen uns eigentlich ganz gut."* Es dauerte nicht lange, da hatte Shawn auch schon zugesagt. Sie verabredeten sich gleich für den nächsten Tag, denn es war schließlich Freitag und das passte Shawn ganz gut. Doch es dauerte auch nicht lange, bis Shawn sich verabschiedete und sich bettfertig machte. Schließlich war es schon sehr spät und er wollte nicht wie eine Mumie aufkreuzen. Schnell streifte er seine Klamotten ab und kuschelte sich in sein Bett. Er wusste nicht wieso, aber er was gleichzeitig nervös über die nahende Verabredung aber auch gespannt, wen er kennenlernen würde. Trotz aller Aufregung schlief Shawn schnell ein. Die Mittagssonne strahlte durch das Fenster in Shawns Zimmer und kitzelte ihn wach. Verschlafen rieb er sich die Augen und blickte mit halb geschlossenen Augen aus dem Fenster der Sonne entgegen mit angelegten Ohren und mürrischem Gesichtsausdruck. Er gähnte kurz und ließ sich dann mit unverständlichem Nuscheln wieder ins Bett plumpsen und versuchte weiterzuschlafen. *„Wie spät ist es eigentlich?"*, fragte er sich. Ein kurzer Blick auf seinen Wecker verriet es ihm und er fuhr vor Schreck blitzschnell hoch. „Ich komm zu spät!" Es war bereits Mittag. Shawn warf panisch die Decke zur Seite und stolperte aus dem Bett. Hastig zog er sich seine Fledderjeans an und dazu ein passendes T-Shirt. Seine Eltern schienen wieder übers Wochenende verreist zu sein. Shawn suchte noch Geld für den Bus zusammen und verließ fluchtartig das Haus. Er erwischte noch gerade den Bus, der ihm vor der Nase wegfahren wollte. Erschöpft von so viel Aufregung direkt nach dem Aufstehen ließ er sich in die Bank in der hintersten Reihe des Busses fallen. Er war immer noch gespannt, wen er nun treffen würde. Er prüfte noch einmal den Treffpunkt, den beide ausgemacht hatten, um dann zu Nick zu gehen. Die ganze Fahrt über saß er unruhig auf der Bank - sogar noch in der U-Bahn in die er umsteigen musste. Shawn stieg die Treppen der U-Bahn-Station hinauf auf die Straße. Dort schaute er sich erst einmal nach Nick um, doch er konnte ihn nicht entdecken. *„Wie dumm von mir"*, dachte Shawn, *„Ich weiß ja gar nicht mal wie er aussieht."* Doch dann fühlte er eine Hand auf seiner Schulter, die ihn schlagartig zusammenzucken ließ. „Hallo, Shawn. Hab schon auf dich gewartet", brummte eine tiefe Stimme hinter ihm. Als Shawn sich umdrehte entdeckte er einen Bär, der fast genauso groß war wie er, dennoch einen schon etwas älteren Eindruck machte. Er schätzte ihn um die 30. Langsam entspannte sich der Fuchs wieder und reichte Nick die Hand. „So treffen wir uns also", erwiderte Shawn. „Wollen wir nicht gleich zu mir?", fragte Nick enthusiastisch. „Klar, wieso nicht?" „Na dann komm." Nick legte freundschaftlich einen Arm um Shawn und sie gingen beide zu Nicks Wohnung. Diese befand sich im obersten Stockwerk und das Treppensteigen schien Shawn fast unendlich lange. Etwas außer Atem trat Shawn mit Nick in dessen Wohnung ein. „Willst du vielleicht was zu trinken? Pepsi, Cola oder so?", fragte Nick als sie in die relativ kleine Wohnung eintraten. „Ja, gerne. Eine Cola bitte." Das Wohnzimmer war gleichzeitig auch das Ess- und Arbeitszimmer mit Esstisch und Computern auf der gegenüberliegenden Seite. Die Küche grenzte sich durch Fußbodenfließen ab, war aber direkt ans Wohnzimmer angeschlossen. Das Schlafzimmer war hinter einer Tür mit Vorhang. Shawn zog seine Jacke aus und warf sie übers Sofa. „Du hast es eigentlich recht gemütlich hier", bemerkte er. „Naja, was man sich halt leisten kann", erwiderte Nick und schenkte Shawn seine kalte Cola ein. „Wieso? Ich könnt's hier aushalten." „Hier deine Cola." Nick überreichte Shawn sein Getränk, der es danken entgegennahm. Shawn setzte sich an einen der beiden Computer und nippte an seiner Cola. Es drängte sich ihm die Frage auf, wozu er zwei Computer bei sich stehen hatte. „Einer ist für Privat und Arbeit und mit dem anderen bastel ich an Linux rum, bei dem du mir ja so vortrefflich geholfen hast." Letzteres schmeichelte Shawn bis zur Schamesröte und er winkte wieder ab. Nick nahm sich einen zweiten Stuhl vom Esstisch und setzte sich zu Shawn. Er zeigte ihm, was er bisher selbstständig auf die Beine gestellt hatte und Shawn gab ihm hin und wieder Tipps und spielte etliche Updates für die Software ein. Nebenbei lerne auch Shawn einiges hinzu. Es ging bis in die Abendstunden. Als sich die Sonne langsam mit dem Horizont zu schneiden begann saßen sie sich beide gegenüber und tauschten nochmal ihr Wissen in einem Exkurs aus. Hin und wieder wurden auch anstößige Witze gerissen, meistens zu Wortspielen. Sie kamen auch auf ihre Schulzeit zu sprechen. Ironisch aus Shawns Sicht, da dieser noch immer die Schule besuchte. Plötzlich fragte Nick etwas das Shawn die Schamesröte augenblicklich wieder ins Gesicht schießen ließ: „Hast du dir eigentlich in deiner Schulzeit schon mal mit anderen Jungs einen runtergeholt?" Shawn musste sich beherrschen, nicht die Cola über den Bildschirm zu verteilen, als er gerade wieder an seiner Cola nippte. Er verschluckte sich und musste husten, er half noch mit ein paar Klopfern gegen die Brust nach. Zwischen Hustern brach er hervor: „Ob ich... was?" „Ob du dir schon mal mit anderen Jungs einen runtergeholt hast, fragte ich." „Nein! Sowas ist doch voll... du weißt schon." „Meinst du? Also ich hab das öfters gemacht. Nach dem Sport unter der Dusche oder auf der Jungentoilette. Es hat sich nie einer beschwert. Manchmal haben wir's uns auch gegenseitig gemacht." Shawn war ein wenig entsetzt aber gleichzeitig merkte er auch, dass er in diesem Thema nicht viel zu erzählen hatte. Und wenn er ehrlich war, war er ein bisschen neidisch auf Nick deswegen. Er hatte nicht so ein vertrautes Verhältnis zu den anderen Jungs in seiner Klasse. Shawn hielt noch immer sein Glas Cola in der Hand, senkte aber nur die Arme und blickte betrübt in die wankende Flüssigkeit in dem Glas. „Naja, ich hab nicht viel mit meiner Klasse zu tun. Ich weiß ja nicht, ob die das machen, aber ich glaube eher nicht", erzählte der Fuchs mit betrübtem Gesichtsausdruck. Nick stand auf und stellte sich hinter Shawn. Er legte beide Hände auf seine Schultern und massierte ihn leicht. Langsam nahm er seine Hände und stellte das Glas aus Shawns Händen auf den Tisch. Nick beugte sich zu Shawns Ohr und flüsterte ihm zu: „Sollen wir das nachholen?" Shawn erstarrte und die leisen Worte hallten in seinem Kopf wieder und wieder. Meinte Nick nun das, was Shawn dachte? „Ich sehe dir das kleine Bisschen Neid doch an", wisperte er weiter in das Ohr des Fuchses. Seine Massage wurde mit fortschreitender Zeit immer intensiver. Zu Shawns Schrecken merkte er, wie es langsam eng in seiner Hose wurde. Und Nick blieb dies auch nicht unbemerkt. „Komm schon, das ist eine einmalige Chance. Du wirst es nicht bereuen." Nicks Pranke wanderte über die zarte Brust des Fuchses hinunter zu seinem Schritt, an dem er seine Massage fortsetzte. Shawn konnte es nicht mehr verbergen, wie ihn die Berührung des Bären zusehends erregte. Nick massierte Shawns Schritt unablässig weiter, legte seinen Kopf auf seine Schulter und fuhr mit seiner anderen Pranke unter Shawns T-Shirt und streichelte zärtlich seine Brust. Shawn war noch nie zuvor so heiß. Er dachte, er hätte Fieber, aber im Gegensatz dazu fühlte es sich seltsamerweise gut an. „Komm... nur ein einziges Mal...", bettelte Nick. „N-Na... g-g-gut... Einmal geht ja... glaub ich", gatzte Shawn vor Erregung und Scham. „Dann komm mit." Nick führte den jungen Fuchs ins Schlafzimmer und legte ihn auf sein Doppelbett. Er legte zur *Entspannung* noch einen Porno ein, den er vor sich hinlaufen ließ. Nick legte sich daraufhin neben Shawn und zog als erster seine Hose aus. Das Herz des Fuchses raste vor Nervosität. Ihm war nach Weglaufen, aber er wollte sich nicht in einem solchen Moment nicht den Schwanz einziehen. In einem Moment, in dem er sich sammelte, zog er schnell die Hose aus und warf sie neben das Bett auf den Boden. Kurze Zeit später spürte er wieder die Bärenpranke auf seinem Schritt, die ihn sanft massierte und ihn umwarb. Shawns Ohren waren angelegt und er war sich nicht sicher, ob er jetzt auch Hand anlegen sollte. Nick entgegnete aber schon: „Nur zu, fass ihn ruhig an. Er beißt nicht." Entgegen aller Hemmungen streckte Shawn seine Hand nach dem Schritt des Bären aus. „Oder warte kurz...", unterbrach ihn Nick. Der Bär streifte daraufhin seine Boxer Shorts ab und Shawn sah zum ersten Mal in seinem Leben die volle Länge eines anderen Männchens. Der Anblick warf ihn erneut aus der Bahn. *„Das sind bestimmt 19 Zentimeter..."*, munkelte er zu sich. Plötzlich riss Nick ihm auch seine Boxer Shorts vom Leib und enthüllte die Männlichkeit des jungen Fuchses. Reflexartig zuckte er zuerst zusammen, entspannte sich dann jedoch wieder, als er wieder die sanften Streicheleinheiten des Bären spürte. Plötzlich aber griff Nick mit seiner anderen Hand nach der von Shawn und platzierte sie auf seiner eigenen Männlichkeit. Zuerst wollte Shawn seine Hand zurückziehen, doch als er die Sensation spürte, das Glied des Bären - eines anderen Männchens - berühren zu dürfen, waren alle Ängste wie weggeblasen. Neugierig streichelte er über den erigierten Schaft des Bären und entlockte ihm ein tiefes Lachen. „Genau, so schlimm ist es doch nicht", brachte Nick hervor, „Und? Wollen wir dann?" Shawn nickte. Der Bär neben ihm umklammerte mit seiner Pranke den Phallus von Shawn. Dieser ertappte sich, wie hunderte von Gedanken und Gefühlen gleichzeitig durch ihn hindurch schossen. *Das fühlt sich schön an...* *Ist das richtig?* *Sein Penis fühlt sich anders an als meiner...* *Das tut so gut...* *Bin ich jetzt schwul?* *Viel weicher...* *Mir ist plötzlich so heiß...* *Er hat gar keinen Knoten... gehört das so?* Mit all den Gedanken, die ihm durch den Kopf gingen, griff er um Nicks Männlichkeit und begann behutsam die Vorhaut vor und zurück zu ziehen. Die zarten Fuchshände entlockten Nick ein leichtes Stöhnen. Das animierte Shawn zu einer Beschleunigung seines Handelns. Gebannt blickte Shawn auf den Penis des Bären, während dieser ihn eine Welle starken Lustempfindens durchleben ließ. Er massierte Nick immer schneller, was Nick auch schneller werden ließ. Shawn konnte es nun gar nicht mehr erwarten ihn kommen zu sehen. Nick massierte zusätzlich den Knoten des jungen Fuchses, der inzwischen stark angeschwollen war. Ein hörbares Stöhnen entfuhr Shawn, als Nick seinen Knoten massierte und Shawn spielte nun auch an Nicks Hoden. *„Das tut viel zu gut um falsch zu sein"*, ging es Shawn durch den Kopf, *„So hab ich das noch nie erlebt!"* Weiteres Stöhnen entfuhr Shawn und er spürte, wie sich sein Körper darauf vorbereitete seinen warmen Samen zu vergießen. Auch Nick war es nun anzusehen, dass es bei ihm ebenfalls nicht mehr lange dauern würde. Mir schweißgetränkten Fellen lagen sie nebeneinander und stillten ihr Verlangen, bis Shawn mit einem lauten Stöhnen sein Fell mit seinem Liebessaft tränkte. Auch Nick kam zur gleichen Zeit und Shawn spürte, wie die warme, dickflüssige Masse über seine Finger rann. Das warme, glitschige Gefühl zwischen seinen Fingern erregte ihn nur noch mehr und er konnte es sich nicht verkneifen lauter und länger zu stöhnen. Als beide schwer atmend und mit ihren Säften bekleckst nebeneinander lagen beugte sich Nick zu Shawn und sagt leise: „Und? War das jetzt so schlimm?" Shawn schüttelte nur den Kopf. „Na siehst du...", erwiderte Nick. Er griff hinter sich, um ein Handtuch zum Saubermachen hervorzuholen. „Du kannst ein ganz schönes Chaos veranstaltet", erklärte Nick, als er sich die Hände abwischte, „Guck mal an, wo du überall hingespritzt hast." Shawn sah an sich hinunter. Nicht nur das Fell um seinen Schritt herum war getränkt sondern auch gut die untere Hälfte seines T-Shirts. „Du kannst gerne das Bad benutzen", erlaubte ihm Nick, „Da kannst du dann auch gleich dein T-Shirt waschen." Während Nick sich selber säuberte sprang Shawn vom Bett und hastete in das Bad. Shawn ließ sofort heißes Wasser ins Waschbecken laufen und legte sein mit seinem Samen bekleckstes Shirt hinein. In seinen Gedanken ging er das eben erlebte noch einmal durch. *„Ich kann es immer noch nicht glauben: Ich habe einem anderen Männchen einen runtergeholt und er mir. Das war überhaupt nicht schlimm. Und ich fühl mich immer noch so wie vorher"*, er blickte auf seine Pfoten, *„Wenn das immer so ist, kann ich das ruhig öfter machen."* Mittlerweile war das Becken vollgelaufen und Shawn versuchte die Flecken aus seinem T-Shirt zu schrubben. Er hatte Glück und die Flecken lösten sich locker aus dem Textilstück. Er nahm noch ein Handtuch von der Stange, um seine Leistengegend zu säubern, dann trat er wieder hinaus - allerdings ohne T-Shirt, das war noch nass. Der Fuchs wollte gerade das Bad verlassen, da rumpelte er in Nick. Er spürte das noch immer steife Glied des Fuchses gegen seinen Bauch drücken. „Na na na, nicht so stürmisch." Der Bär hielt ihn an beiden Schultern fest. Er musterte Shawn von oben bis unten, wie er vor ihm stand. „Näher betrachtet siehst du nackt ja noch viel besser aus", sagte Nick plötzlich, worauf der Fuchs etwas verdutzt guckte. Dann passierte für Shawn etwas, mit dem er nicht gerechnet hätte: Nick drückte seine Lippen auf die von Shawn. Erst riss Shawn die Augen vor Schock weit auf, doch dann merkte er, dass es ihm komischerweise irgendwie doch gefiel. Fast automatisch umschloss Shawn Nick mit seinen Armen und sie teilten sich einen innigen Kuss miteinander, der für Shawn nie zu enden schien. Er wollte in diesem Moment auch nicht, dass er endete, weil es für ihn der schönste Moment seines ganzen Lebens war. Nick ließ beim Näherkommen des Fuchses seine Arme über dessen Rücken sinken und drückte ihn fest an sich. Shawn hob sein Bein fast automatisch und umklammerte Nicks, um ihm noch näher zu sein. Nick unterbrach den Kuss nach einiger Zeit, weil es draußen schon dunkel wurde. „Du musst doch irgendwann auch mal wieder heim, oder nicht?", erkundigte sich Nick. „Oh... ja... stimmt...", nuschelte Shawn mit einem Unterton von Betrübtheit. „Hey, nicht traurig sein, ja? Komm doch morgen wieder", versuchte Nick ihn zu trösten und hob dessen Kinn an und gab ihm einen kurzen Kuss. „Na komm, ich häng das Shirt schnell über die Heizung und du ziehst die anderen Sachen derweil wieder an." Shawn sammelte seine anderen Klamotten auf und zog sie sich wieder über. Nach kurzer Zeit war auch sein T-Shirt wieder getrocknet und er zog es sich wieder an. Als er den Heimweg antreten wollte küsste ihn Nick noch einmal auf die Wange. Außerdem steckte er Shawn noch ein paar Kondome in die Gesäßtasche mit den Worten: „Damit du auch mal im Trockenen damit üben kannst. Und welche zu haben kann nie falsch sein." Er zwinkerte ihm noch einmal zu und schaute ihm nach, bis er die erste Treppe hinuntergegangen war. Fortsetzung folgt...

Title: Hubby's Wish Tags: husband, cum, creampie, tits, wife, cumswap My husband Tommy and I have always been a very open and honest couple. Our honesty extends to all aspects of our marriage including our sex life. We always take the time to share our fantasies with each other and make every effort possible to help the other person's fantasy come to life. My name is Tanya and I have been married to Tommy for just over six years. We are both in our early thirties, both attractive and both very fit. Tom is of average height and weight but works out with weights intensely which provides him with a very rugged and muscular physique. His 7 inch cock (which he keeps smoothly shaven along with his balls) is very delicious and fits my tight pussy wonderfully. I myself am very lean due to vigorous yoga and circuit training. I tan regularly and keep every inch of my hard body silky smooth. For my thirtieth birthday two years ago, Tom bought me something I had been wanting for years, breast implants. Overnight I went from a small B cup to a very busty DD. Like I said, my husband and I have always had a very active and adventurous sex life. Over the years we've enjoyed certain pleasures such as strap on dildo's, exhibitionism, soft swinging and bondage. I can't remember exactly when Tommy confessed his most recent fantasy to me, but I have to admit it caught me off guard a bit. It was after dinner while we were out of town at a ski resort. After several bottles of wine and plenty of sex themed chit chat, Tommy confessed to me that he had always wanted to experiment with tasting and eating his own cum. Initially I was speechless, I always considered myself a very open minded person but the thought of my strong manly husband tasting his own seed seemed somehow gay or weird to me. Tom sensed my shock and immediately blushed with embarrassment. He became very awkward and tried to quickly change the subject. As he attempted to wave down the waitress for our cheque I reached across the table and took hold of his hand. "Honey" I said, "It's ok, I'm ok, don't worry." I winked at him and gave his hand a squeeze. He stared into my eyes lovingly and looked very relieved, "Thanks babe." Weeks went by and the subject of cum didn't arise once. I'm sure Tommy thought the subject long forgotten but it was in fact not far from my mind at all. Every day while Tommy was at work I would scour the internet for information about men with the same fantasy as my husband. I learned that although the subject of men tasting their cum was surrounded with a certain stigma, it was far from a rare fantasy. I talked to women on message boards, exchanged emails, read erotic stories and even watched femdom videos of women forcing men to lick cum off their bodies. If I was going to make my husband's fantasy a reality, I was going to do it right or not at all. As my Tommy's thirty third birthday approached, I decided to use that night to implement my plan and give my sexy husband a night he would never forget. The evening started with dinner which was complimented by plenty of fine wine. I made sure to keep Tommy's glass constantly topped up while only sipping lightly at mine. After dinner we shared a nightcap at a lovely cocktail bar just down the street from our home. By ten o clock that night I had Tommy tied naked to our bed, flat on his back with his hard dick pointing straight up to the ceiling. "Ohh I love you baby, where are you? Hmmm" he moaned as he struggled gently with his blindfold, struggling to get even a peek of what was to come. I came out of the bathtub with my freshly shaved pussy glistening, "I'm here sweetie, now lay back and relax, tonight is your night" I teased. My big boobs bounced slightly as I climbed on top of the bed and lied down next to Tommy, he squirmed slightly in surprise due to the blindfold. I ran my fingers gently down his muscular chest, over his defined abdominals and lightly teased his cock. Tommy moaned softly and thrust his hips upwards. "Hmmmm your dick is sure nice and hard for me Tommy, I wonder how I should reward you?" I purred. I ran my fingers over his shaved ball sack and smiled as Tommy's dick twitched. "Please honey" he pleaded, still struggling to see underneath his blind. "Happy birthday sweetie" I purred. I reached out and flicked his velvety cock head with my tongue. Tommy bucked and moaned and I smiled devilishly. I took his throbbing cock in my mouth and began to give my loving husband the blowjob of his life. Within minutes Tommy was squirming against his restraints, bucking his hips and breathing heavily. His cock tasted so good that I had almost forgot my intentions for the evening. His breathing suddenly became very short and shallow, my husband's tell-tale sign that he was about to come, "Now" he moaned in a whisper. I quickly took his cock out of my mouth and began stroking it frantically against my tits, just in time it would seem. Immediately hot thick cum began to pump out of my hubby's thick cock. Rope after rope of his hot seed coated my big boobs and even a little bit of my stomach. Lying there in post orgasmic bliss, my husband was most vulnerable for what was to come. "Oh my God Tanya that was amazing sweetie" he whimpered. I leaned over and quickly pulled the eye shade off his face. Tommy's eyes bulged as he saw me kneeling beside him with my arms folded underneath my boobs like a platter. Cum was running down my breasts, clinging to my erect nipples and dripping slowly off onto the bed. "Happy birthday Sweetie" I grinned. As I straddled my hubby's chest and leaned forward I thought I saw the briefest moment of hesitation in his eyes. Ignoring what I may have seen, I pressed my cum covered boobs right into Tommy's face. He immediately began lapping and sucking at my tits like he was a teenager with his first girlfriend. I couldn't believe how vigorous he was. I tried to tease him gently by saying things like "You like that cum baby?" and "what a nice cum slut" but I don't think he even heard me. I moaned softly as Tommy took my cummy nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue. After a few minutes I pulled away and was amazed to see that my boobs were sparkling clean! Tommy looked in pure ecstasy lying there with cum smeared all over his smiling face. "Oh God honey that was amazing" he beamed. I noticed his still rock hard cock and grinned, "Lucky boy, were not done yet." Sliding down his body I immediately straddled his hips and lowered myself onto his stiff dick. I must have been really enjoying the pleasure I was giving my husband because after only a few minutes of riding his dick I could feel my own orgasm building. "Ohhh fuck baby your cock feels so good" I purred, "you going to cum big for me baby?" Tommy only groaned and struggled half-heartedly against his restraints. I tweaked one of my hard nipples hard and felt my climax inch even closer. Tommy thrust upward to meet my aching pussy each time I thrust downward to meet his throbbing cock. My breath began to quicken and shallow at almost the same time my husbands did. Suddenly my body exploded and tingled as I came hard all over Tommy's dick. I moaned loudly as my pussy squeezed rhythmically, caressing and massaging my hubby's cock. "Ohhhhh fuck Im cumming" Tommy grunted in warning. I immediately leaped off his dick and squirmed forward slightly. I jerked Tommy hard as his second orgasm erupted all over my sweet and curvy ass cheeks. Believe it or not I think his second climax was even bigger than his first. I giggled when I looked back and saw that both of my bum cheeks were covered in gooey cum. "Ready for seconds?" I teased. Tommy only stared in amazement. I slithered down his body and plumped my ass right over his face. Almost forcefully, he thrust his mouth forward and began licking his cum. My cheeks, my pussy, my asshole, there wasn't a single inch of my rear that my hubby didn't thoroughly clean of his own seed. I looked down and laughed in amazement. Tommy's cock was still rock hard and aching for more attention. "Well, you wanted this to be a night he would never forget" I thought to myself. By this point Tommy was basically delirious with pleasure, he mumbled softly and was no longer fighting against his restraints. I kissed him gently as I slipped his swollen cock back inside me. I ended up cumming twice more that night. I bucked my hips wildly and through my head back in pleasure. Tommy grunted like a porn star stallion beneath me as his cock twitched and swelled yet again. I didn't hear him say anything but I definitely felt his dick explode as he shot his third load of cum deep inside me. "Ohmmmm my, ohhhhh fuck ohhh fuck" he rambled in incohearant whimpers. "Ok baby" I purred, "time for your final birthday treat." Tommy gazed at me lovingly, seemingly half asleep from his exertion and his three back to back to back orgasms. I straddled his face and grabbed his head by the ears. He lapped at my pussy eagerly, straining to lick every last drop of cum from my well fucked hole. I felt another orgasm approach as his tongue danced over my swollen clit. "I love you Tanya" Tommy mumbled with his own cum all over his lips. "I love you too baby" I smiled, "And don't worry, we will DEFINITLEY be doing this again......."

Tags: Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Other Inflation, Female Inflation, balloon, floating, helium, hourglass, Orientation Text: Jane stood alone in the alley, her frozen breath hanging in the air as she numbly waited for someone to answer the door. The dim New Year's Day sky did not illuminate the narrow space very well. The dirty blue paint on the wooden garage door in front of her was chipped along the edges, revealing layer upon layer of ancient color. A small, domed security camera stealthily hid in the archway shadows. Shivering, she pulled her coat tighter and looked again at the business card in her gloved hand. Maybe she was at the wrong address? The events of the last day re-played in her head like a fading dream. Did it really happen? Of course it had. She held tangible evidence in her hand, not to mention the dozen selfies on her mobile phone. She had managed to snap them in front of the bathroom mirror before she'd fully deflated back down to normal and fallen unconscious in bed from exhaustion. Even the clutch of helium balloons still floated on the bedroom ceiling where she had left them. She reached out for the buzzer and pushed it again, jumping as a loud clunking noise of a lock and deadbolt immediately rumbled from within. The door creaked open and a woman stepped half way through, meeting Jane's startled gaze with a predatory smile."Jane?" the woman inquired, coolly amused.Jane nodded, clutching the business card. The dark haired woman's eyes narrowed. "Come." The door was opened more widely and Jane stepped through.The shaft of pale grey light streaming in through the gap narrowed and disappeared as the woman closed the door and locked it again. A single incandescent bulb lit the other end of a dark corridor as the smell of dirt and old automotive lubricants hit Jane's senses. She followed the woman toward the light bulb and saw that it marked the location of a modern steel door of stout construction. The woman palmed an electronic keypad above the handle and it let out a muffled beep followed by the mechanical sound of precise lock movement. As the woman turned the latch and the door opened, an intense light spilled through. Jane followed her inside and as her vision adjusted to the brightly lit room, she realized that she was in a very modern and very stylish reception area. A graceful chrome and glass desk was at one end of the room with a computer screen and business telephone on it. On the opposite wall was a white leather couch and matching coffee table. The ceiling stretched to an impossible height above.Dressed in conservative business attire, the woman walked over to the desk and sat on its corner, flipping her hair to the side as she turned to pick up the telephone's handset. "Are you ready?" she spoke to the other end of the line. A moment later, she looked up at Jane while replacing the handset back onto its cradle. "Mr. Smith will be with you shortly. Please have a seat." The woman stood and walked around to the other side of the desk and sat in the executive chair behind it. Ignoring Jane, she began typing away on the computer. The room was comfortably warm and Jane removed her coat and gloves as she sat down. After a couple minutes of silence punctuated only by the clicking of the computer keyboard, she crossed her legs and fidgeted nervously, unsure whether or not to start up a conversation with the other woman. It felt like waiting for a job interview. After a few more awkward minutes, a smartly concealed door in the wall opened and Mr. Smith stepped through. He was dressed casually, now, and wearing a white lab overcoat. With a manila folder in one hand, he reminded Jane of a medical doctor and her face lit up at seeing him. She stood with her coat folder over her arms. With a smile, Mr. Smith looked at her and motioned for her to follow him through the door. The woman at the desk did not look up. As he went to turn and close the door behind him, Mr. Smith looked at the woman and then waved. "Thanks Lucy."Still concentrating on her work, Lucy raised a hand in acknowledgement and then continued typing. Mr. Smith lead Jane down a corridor flanked by a group of unoccupied office cubicles and stopped outside a glass walled conference room, opened the door, and motioned inside. "This one should do. Have a seat".Jane entered and sat down at the table. Mr. Smith followed her in and closed the door behind him, taking a seat opposite of her."Okay, first things first" he said as he opened the folder and began flipping through the papers in it. There was a more formal tone in his voice. "Forget what I told you last night. From now on, you are only to refer to me as 'Mr. Smith'. Do you understand?"The sudden change in demeanor was confusing but Jane managed to meekly say "Yes"."Good." He slid a piece of paper in front of her. "Look this over and sign it if you agree." He then removed a pen from the breast pocket of his lab coat, clicked its end with his thumb, and then placed it on the paper. Jane picked up the paper and began reading. It was a non-disclosure agreement filled top to bottom with legal jargon and it had an alarmingly detailed amount of her personal information listed on it. She looked up at Mr. Smith quizzically."Yes, it is necessary" he said rather sternly to the unspoken question. "We're really serious about this one."Jane let out a breath, paused, and then signed at the bottom."Excellent." Mr. Smith's tone brightened and he seemed to be back to the personality she knew. He took the signed paper, placed it back in the folder, and clipped the pen back into its home on his lab coat. He leaned back into his chair. "Now, I'm sure you have a lot of questions."Jane nodded and opened her mouth to take a breath before speaking. He raised a hand to cut her off. "Not that I can answer everything just yet, but I'll do the best I can."She paused and looked down at the table for a moment, searching, then back up at him. "Have you been watching me?"Mr. Smith leaned forward in his chair and placed his elbows on its armrests. Bringing his hands up, he folded them together with his thumbs pointing at his sternum. He smirked a little and a twinkle lit up in his eyes. "Yes, we have.""We?" thought Jane. "You... you're not the contracting agent, are you? "Yes, er, no... correct""You're the Client."Mr. Smith put his index fingers together and touched his chin just below his smirk. "Sort of yes.""It's that woman, Lucy, then?""Also, sort of yes."Jane sniffed in frustration and paused to refocus on another line of thought that had been bothering her. "H... how did you know about..." She hesitated and looked down at the table again. Her unspoken thoughts were something she had never discussed with anybody. Mr. Smith took the opportunity of the long pause to spare her some embarrassment. "Lucy..." He looked askance, trying to find the right words. "Think of Lucy as a, oh, I don't know...." He then looked up at the ceiling in a moment of contemplation and then back down at Jane. "Think of her as a recruiter of sorts.""What kind of recruiter?""Let's just say that she has a talent for finding, uh... talent." "Is that what you are?""Sort of."Jane let out a small sigh and let the moment pass. "Is that why you did... that... to me last night?" "Sort of." This question seemed to amuse him.The obtuseness was getting frustrating. She let out another sigh and looked down at the table once again. Searching through the noise of a thousand questions in her mind all shouting for her attention at once she looked up and managed to get one out. "Why?""You're not alone, sweetie."Jane furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head slightly to one side as she looked at Mr. Smith."Everyone always thinks that they're the only one." He cocked an eyebrow, looking up from below it as his smirk became a smile. With a lowered voice he continued. "Your... interests... are certainly rare, but you're not the only one with them." "Of course" she thought, realizing that they had probably tracked her online. "Stupid, stupid, stupid" Jane absentmindedly whispered to herself as she imagined smacking the palm of her hand up against her temple. Then, a little louder - "I... I... kind of knew that already."Mr. Smith blinked his eyes slowly and exhaled through his nose. "No, that just helped us figure out how to make contact without scaring you off." He lowered his folded hands down and sat back in his chair again, slowly rocking it back and forth. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "You're different, Jane." He paused a moment and then looked directly into her eyes. "You have </I>the</I> gift."She felt her heart drop into her stomach. The thousand shouting questions in her head all went silent at once as if they had simultaneously stopped to look up at Mr. Smith.He cocked his head a little bit to the other side, still smiling. "Look, do you think just </I>anyone</I> can do what you did last night?"The encounter briefly flashed in her mind. She was confused. "But... I didn't do anything." Mr. Smith let out another short breath through his nose and his smile broadened just a little bit more. A gentleness now seemed to pool in his eyes. "Yes you did, sweetie." He paused. "It was <I>all</I> you."Jane was stunned. The questions; they, too, were stunned.Mr. Smith now grinned like a Cheshire cat and he let out a knowing chuckle. "Welcome to the club." A little less than an hour later, Jane was nervously standing in a large room. It reminded her of a gymnasium; a weird gymnasium. There was soft rubber matting at her feet and the high walls and ceiling were lined by what looked like foam padding covered in fabric, like furniture upholstery. The whole room glowed white from cleverly hidden lights and she couldn't help comparing the setup to a padded cell in a mental institution. "Well, yeah, this <I>is</I> just a bit on the crazy side" she joked to herself. She wasn't exactly sure how much of a joke that sentiment really was after what Mr. Smith had outlined for the afternoon's itinerary.As she had been instructed to do, she stood at the center of the floor on a small painted circle waiting for Mr. Smith. Earlier, in a little room just off the entrance to the gym, she had changed into what looked like a white, one piece bathing suit. Its woven material was thin and smooth and impossibly stretchy. On her feet were white stretchy socks. She felt naked.Mr. Smith was soon at the glass entrance door of the cavernous room and then inside, walking over to her. He had exchanged the manila folder for a clipboard. "Good, good" he said as he approached, looking down and writing something on it. Once he was a few feet away, he pulled from out of his lab coat pocket what looked like a small black automobile key fob. "Would you move a couple steps to your right for me, please?"Jane complied. Mr. Smith pressed a red button on the fob and a small trap door under the circle she had just been standing in opened. After a moment, a green metallic compressed gas cylinder silently emerged on a mechanical platform and rose until the platform was even with the floor, taking the place of the trap door. The top of the cylinder came up to just below the height of Jane's chin and it had a regulator and a balloon inflation nozzle attached. There was a decal on the top of the cylinder identifying its contents as helium. She was very familiar with this particular setup."Does it fit okay?" Mr. Smith asked, gesturing at Jane's white suit."It's snug but it's perfect, otherwise.""Good, good" he nodded and made another note on the clipboard. "We have some other things if you don't think this one keeps your modesty very well." Jane nodded back in acknowledgement. "It's okay - just feels odd being in a bathing suit and not being poolside."Mr. Smith looked down at his clipboard once again and responded with a distracted grunt, then back up at Jane. "Well, let's get started, shall we?"Nervously, Jane nodded her head as her gaze switched from Mr. Smith to the green cylinder.From the same pocket of his lab coat that he had the fob in, Mr. Smith brought forth a large red deflated balloon and handed it to her. Jane turned it over, examining it. "There is nothing particularly special about that" he stated flatly as he pointed first to the balloon and then at the cylinder. "Or that." Then, he reached into the opposite pocket of the coat, removed his hand with the thumb and index finger pinched together, and with a quick motion released into the air above Jane's head what looked like a sparkling powder, just like he had done the night before. Jane flinched a little at the sudden gesture, a manifestation of her nervousness. Most of the powder quickly settled onto her and the balloon while the remainder seemed to vanish before hitting the floor. The little specks glowed brightly on her before quickly fading. It was as if they were being absorbed into her and the balloon. "Now, you are entangled."Jane's eyes widened with a sudden understanding of some of the cryptic things Mr. Smith had told her in the conference room and she silently nodded. He looked down again and wrote something on his clipboard and then reached out to Jane with his hand palm up, gesturing at the balloon. "May I?" Jane placed the balloon in his hand. She was trembling slightly. His smirk returned and as he received the balloon he stared straight at her with a raised eyebrow. He let out an amused little chuckle that seemed to say "I've got you now."He tossed the clipboard onto the matting next to the cylinder and began speaking very matter-of-factly, like an instructor to his student. "Right now you need this to focus." His attention alternated between Jane and the balloon as he spoke. "But eventually, you won't need anything at all." Jane nervously followed his hands as they took the balloon's valve and carefully placed it over the regulator's rubber nozzle. Slowly, he then pulled it down onto it. With the nozzle and balloon firmly pinched between his thumb and finger, he turned to look at Jane again. "Are ya' ready, sweetie?" She could barely manage a nod of the head. Her trembling seemed uncontrollable."Okay then." He paused and then winked at her. "I love this part." With a movement of his wrist, he deflected the nozzle to the side for a moment. There was a faint hiss of gas and the balloon went from limp to partially erect.Jane gasped and almost let out a shriek. She could feel herself filling. It was a soft, warm hollowness that seemed to well up from inside. Her jaw dropped and she began to breathe heavily, eyes wide.Mr. Smith deflected the nozzle once more. With another hiss, the balloon continued inflating, becoming erect above the regulator. He stopped just as it began to stretch. She gasped loudly as the hollowness spread. Involuntarily, she arched her back and threw her arms out to the sides. Her skin felt thick and taut and the white bathing suit seemed to be just a little bit tighter. She breathed even harder now, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and she looked up at Mr. Smith again, mouth agape.He continued his lecture. "Now, without any control, it's just kinda' all over." With another flick of his wrist, he deflected the nozzle to the side again but this time for much longer. The red balloon swelled with gas and its surface became shiny as it wobbled back and forth.Immediately, the hollowness intensified and Jane felt herself balloon into the suit. The feeling seemed to center about her torso and she could feel her chest and belly inflate. Her shoulders swelled along with her hips, thighs, and calves. The soles of her feet seemed to push outward along the floor matting as her legs pressed into one another. Her breasts perked across her chest, pushing the neckline of the suit outward. Her buttocks ballooned bodaciously. Then there was her... oh, dear God... even <I>that</I> was swelling. Eyes wide in astonishment, she stared upward, looking at nothing.Mr. Smith pulled the balloon from the nozzle, pinching its valve to keep the gas in and moved in front of the panting woman. Then, loosening his grip, he let the helium quickly escape. "And just like that, poof! Gone!"As the balloon rapidly shrank, so did Jane's body. Her skin seemed to shrink in upon itself as her chest and belly receded. She stood there for a moment, arms still out to her sides as she breathed in and out. She felt smaller. She felt heavier. She felt deflated.Mr. Smith bent down and picked up the clipboard, wrote something else, and then tossed it back down onto the floor. "You okay?"Jane nodded vigorously as her breathing slowed."Ready to continue?"She paused and breathed in deeply, closing her eyes for a moment before looking up and slowly nodding in the affirmative.Mr. Smith went over to the cylinder and carefully put the balloon back in place over the nozzle. "Now, with a little practice..." Flicking his wrist a little more forcefully than before, the balloon went from limp to erect to swelling in one quick moment. The hollowness returned but this this time seemed to be centered about her breasts. Her feminine balloons swelled quickly into the stretching suit. She reflexively grabbed them and they squeaked as they rubbed against each other and the fabric of the suit. She looked down at her ballooning cleavage and then back up at Mr. Smith with a daft smile on her face.He halted the inflation for a moment before continuing his speech. "You can..." He momentarily flicked his wrist. The gas flowed briefly and Jane felt only her left breast grow. It swelled until it was almost twice the size of the other and pressing into her forearm. Her fingers spread widely against the stretching suit. She looked down in astonishment."Very precisely..." He flicked his wrist again. Her right breast swelled like the other until the two were once again a matching pair."Control..." The nozzle was deflected again. This time her backside ballooned out. Her buttocks swelled to cartoonish proportions and then stopped."Things." He made one final, momentary twitch on the nozzle. Jane gasped as she felt her nipples swell beneath the palms of her hands and then looked up at him in astonishment.Mr. Smith let Jane stand there for a moment, holding her ballooned bazooms in her hands as she began to giggle. He lifted the balloon off the nozzle and then slowly let the helium out as Jane watched and felt her chest shrink back down to normal. Normal felt heavy and small."Doin' okay?""Yes!" Jane nodded enthusiastically as her giggles finished playing themselves out.The balloon was positioned back on the nozzle. "There are no limits." He tilted the nozzle to the side again, forcefully. The hollowness returned more intensely and she felt like she was expanding all over like before. But, there was a difference this time. Mr. Smith, indeed the whole room, seemed to be shrinking. Looking down at herself, she realized that she was growing taller. That is, growing both taller and filling out all over. Mr. Smith stopped the inflation when she was about three times her normal height. "No limits at all." Jane looked and felt like a buxom advertising inflatable. The suit and socks stretched right along with her and with every movement her shiny skin squeaked. The hollow pressure of the gas filling her seemed to make moving about more difficult and she felt light headed. Her two balloon like breasts seemed to be floating up and trying to force their way out the top of the suit and she felt very light, as if standing at the bottom of a swimming pool. When she tried to talk, her voice seemed to loudly echo inside her head and she looked down at Mr. Smith, mouth agape once again."Yeah, I know" he responded to her attenuated exclamation. Then, nodding toward the red balloon, he added "This thing has a lot of stretch left in it, ya' know. I can make you get much bigger."A wordless "Oh" formed on her lips as she looked down.Mr. Smith again removed the balloon from the nozzle and then slowly let the helium out. Soon, Jane was back down to her normal self: small and heavy. She stood there, chest heaving in and out as she tried to take in the experience. She looked at Mr. Smith. "Wow.""I have one last thing to show you."Jane nodded. "Okay.""I have to balance things, so be patient." Mr. Smith returned the balloon back to its perch on the nozzle and then quickly looked at Jane, studying her. After a few moments, he opened the nozzle and slowly began inflating the balloon.The hollowness returned again. Jane closed her eyes and tilted her head back, then put her arms out to her sides again. A shiver washed across her. Under the stretchy fabric of the suit, her belly began to swell. From her sternum to down to her mons pubis it swelled outward with helium. She began to feel lighter, much like she had the night before and she brought her arms around her front to feel herself swell. The fabric of the bathing suit easily stretched around the curve of her body.Mr. Smith stopped for a moment, then resumed. The balloon was already bigger than it had been at any time before. Jane felt her hips and thighs begin to swell now. As they got bigger, she had to shift the diminishing weight on her feet to widen her stance. The upness seemed like it was trying to pull her up backwards, trying to make her head and feet swap places.Mr. Smith stopped again and then took a breath, concentrating he narrowed his eyes. With another flick of the wrist, the balloon began to swell again. In tandem, so did both of Jane's breasts. Up into the neckline of the suit, they ballooned bigger and bigger. Soon, each had inflated until they seemed to be half the size of her belly. The suit strained but still stretched right along with them. Her new cleavage inflated up to her chin, squeaking as it tried to float up and out. The inverse pull was gone - Mr. Smith had "balanced" her.Still swelling, she could feel herself getting lighter and lighter until finally she went up on her toes as her heels left the ground. Mr. Smith halted the balloon's inflation. It was huge now. Jane opened her eyes wide and looked over at Mr. Smith, who smiled back at her. Teetering back and forth on her toes, she felt like she could push off and bounce up into in the air for a moment."You like it, sweetie?"Jane closed her eyes and nodded. "Oh... yes."Mr. Smith paused for another moment and then gently pushed the valve to the side to slowly add more gas. Jane felt her whole body swell a little bit more as her toes left the matting and she began to rise up into the air. First it was just a couple of inches, then one foot, then three.He let one more puff of helium into the balloon and Jane's posterior swelled just a little bit, making her slowly rotate forward into a more prone position. Over the swell of her cleavage she looked down at him and laughed. After a few more moments of rising, she felt the padded ceiling at her back.Mr. Smith let her float around for some time, partially deflating and reinflating the balloon to let the ventilation air currents carry her around. After a while, he began to slowly let the helium out of it until her toes touched the matting again. With a little more haste, he allowed her to fully deflate back to her normal self. Back on terra firma, she ran up to him with a big smile on her face and gave him a hug."Well, I've got some things I need to do." He reached out and grasped her wrist in his hand, pulled it up, and placed the deflated balloon in it."Really?" she asked, not sure to believe she was being let loose."Yes. I've shown you what to do and now you need to practice."Jane looked at the balloon in her hand, then at Mr. Smith, and then at the helium bottle. Mr. Smith bent down to retrieve his clipboard and then stood back up. "Oh, one last thing." There sternness in his tone returned and Jane's attention perked up."Whatever you do" he continued while pointing at the deflated balloon. "Don't let it burst."Alarmed at the implication, Jane's eyes went wide. "Will I...""Well, no, but let's just say you'll be stuck in whatever state you're in for a while.""Oh" she replied quietly."Seriously" he said, "don't let it happen." It was awkward at first. She had absolutely no control. At one point, frustrated and just wanting to float again, she found herself blowing up all over like parade balloon, holding onto the nozzle as the balloon inflated uncontrollably. Finally unable to hold on any longer, her grip loosened and she shot up into the air. The balloon promptly popped off the nozzle and began flying around the room as it deflated. When that happened, Jane found herself also rapidly shrinking while in midair. She began falling and crashed into the floor matting as the deflated balloon landed in front of her. Sitting up, she clutched a knee until the pain subsided.After many more failed attempts, something seemed to click and she was finally able to just blow her boobs up by themselves. With a number of tries, she could eventually get them as big as weather balloons. At one point she was able to inflate them so that they were big enough to pull her up to her tippy toes. After even more practice, she was able to do a fairly good job replicating some of the ways Mr. Smith had inflated her. The whole time, the white suit stretched with her.She found that she couldn't get enough of the feeling of being fully blown up and floating around, yet her sore knee tempered her yearning. If she were to accidently let go of the balloon while up on the ceiling, not even the floor matting would be able to prevent serious injury.She stood once again at the cylinder, pondering whether or not to act on the stupid impulse running through her head. After a few minutes of rationalizing in favor of the idea, she carefully placed the balloon valve back onto the regulator's nozzle and then slowly began to blow herself up like Mr. Smith had done on his final example. Reaching around her wobbling gaseous breasts, she gave the balloon one last quick blast as she went up on her toes, making her rise into the air. She tightly pinched the balloon's valve in her hand as it pulled off of the nozzle.She slowly rose until about she was about halfway between the floor and ceiling and then brought the shiny red balloon in front of her inflated cleavage. She paused for a moment. It wasn't too late to come down. Maybe this wasn't a good idea."Fuck it" she quietly said to herself and then brought her other hand up to the balloon, tightly closed her eyes, and dug her fingernails into its tight, shiny surface. It did not give.She pressed harder.Loudly, it burst in her face and she gasped and shuddered at the explosive noise.Slowly opening her eyes, she found that she was still hovering in the middle of the room with the shredded remnants of the balloon in her hand and down into her balloony cleavage.Jane giggled naughtily and kicked her feet. Mr. Smith stood next to Lucy at her computer. She looked up at him as he concentrated on the security camera feed. It was recording Jane as she floated around in midair sans the red balloon."Excellent." He smiled wryly."Verdict?" Lucy asked the question, already knowing what the answer was going to be."Start getting her prepped to help me on the San Francisco gig."

Title: Hotel Pictures Ch. 02 Tags: sex molly, box note, cab turned, looked giggled, finally man, room dress, cell number, room picked, molly pulled, join dinner *In the first story (Hotel Pictures Ch. 01) we told you the story about our first night in NYC, where we took in a Broadway play and then returned to the hotel for some heavy sex and picture play. Our pictures recorded our exhibitionism. Our exhibitionism took us into the hotel hallway, and finally into another man's room, where Molly received some great sex from two men. We slept the night as a three. In the morning the man was gone. In his place we found a box and a note.* \* \* \* \* \* \* The sun streaming in the open window woke Molly and me up the next morning. I found her naked in my arms. We had slept the night in his room. I looked for a clock and found the time to be late morning. Molly stirred, we both sat up. On the bed lay a large white box and a note. I opened the note, read, it and gave it to Molly. She read the note, smiled. She looked at me, and said, "Do you want to?" I smiled back, "Why not." The note read: "I enjoyed our evening last night and was hoping that you two might join me for dinner tonight. In the box is a gift, for which if you accept, I would like Molly to wear. Call me at my cell number around 8 p.m. and I will give you directions to the restaurant". His cell number was attached to the note. Molly got up from the bed. Moved over to the box and opened it. She pushed the white tissue paper aside and pulled out a small, beautiful black dress that twinkled in the sunlight. She held it up against her naked body. There was not much material from what I could see. She looked back down at the box, reached down, and pulled out a very small, sheer, black matching g-string. She looked up at me and giggled. Threw her hair back and proceeded to put the items on. First she put the g-string on and modeled it for me. It barely covered her bush. There was only a thin string that wrapped round her waist and ran down between her legs. The black triangle that covered her pussy was long and not very wide. It looked very sexy on her. She placed the dress up, over her head, and let it slide down over her naked body. The spaghetti straps dropped onto her shoulders, stopping the downward movement of the dress. The dress just barely covered her. It dipped very low in the back. It was clearly designed not to be worn with a bra. The front draped over her breasts like fine curtains, such that you could see the movement of her breasts as she walked. The dress was very short, just barely covering her ass. It was very revealing. Molly walked around the room, found a mirror and started to admire herself in the dress. She turned to me, smiled, and said: "I love it, don't you?" I said, "It certainly compliments your figure leaving very little to the imagination." She smiled, "Yes, I see it does not cover much, but I do love it. Let's go to dinner with him. What do we have to loose after what we did last night." "I agree." "Okay, let's go back to our room and freshen up. We didn't get much sleep last night, so maybe we should rest up for our dinner?" she said. With that I said, "Yes, now take the dress off and put it back into the box." She smiled at me and then said, "Okay, you want me to walk back to our room naked!" I had forgotten that the robe was not with us. I smiled and said, "No, keep the dress on and let's go." She put her heels back on, grabbed the note and the box. I opened the door and out we went. There were two men in the hallway talking outside their room. We were not going to get back to our room without being seen. We made our way down the hallway. I looked for the robe but it was no where to be found. The men certainly noticed my wife in her short black dress. They stopped talking and just stared as we walked by. We quickly made our way down to the room. Unlocked the door and disappeared inside. Molly turned to me. Threw her arms around my neck. Placed a kiss on my lips and said, "Did you see how those men looked at me in this dress!" "Yes," I answered, "They saw what I am seeing now, a very sexy lady with gorgeous legs." She giggled and walked to the middle of the room. She took off the dress, g-string, heels, and stockings and then dashed into the bathroom. I heard the water running, so I knew she was taking a shower. She came out 20 minutes later, naked with a towel wrapped around her head. Naked. She removed the towel, took the dryer and started to dry her hair to brush out the wetness. As she dried her hair, I moved over to her and grabbed her breasts from behind. She leaned back into my arms. She turned to give me a kiss. We moved over and fell into the bed. We kissed, but it was clear we were tired. It was not long before the kissing stopped and we fell asleep. \* \* \* \* \* \* The next I knew, it was 7 p.m. We had slept through the afternoon and it was now evening. It was time to get up. I gently rocked Molly and her eyes opened. "Do you still want to go to dinner with him?" I asked. "Yes, I want to wear that dress for both of you." "We only have an hour, Molly, so we need to rush." We rolled out of the bed and Molly went to work getting ready, while I took a shower. When I came out of the bathroom I found Molly brushing her air by the open window with only stockings and heels on. She was giving NYC another show. She turned to me and said, "You missed the show I was giving. There were two men at the corner watching me as I brushed my hair. The traffic light turned a few times. They could have crossed. They did not move their heads from me. I watched them as they watched me." I walked up to Molly. Looked out the window and saw nothing. I then turned to her, placed my hand between her legs and felt her wetness. From her wetness, I knew she was telling me the truth. She moved away from the window and into the room. She picked up the g-string and stepped into it. She modeled it for me, strutting around the room, and then picked up the little black dress. Placing it over her head, she let it and slide down over her body until it fell into place again. She looked great earlier in the dress, but now her mane of hair was brushed out which made her look even sexier. I almost didn't want to go to the restaurant. Molly said, "Did you call?" "No," I answered, "I was just about to do that." I found his cell number and called. On the fourth ring a male's voice answered. "Hi," I said, "this is Molly's husband. Do you still want us to join you for dinner?" "Oh, yes," he answered, "I was hoping you would call. I am sitting in the restaurant bar right now having a drink. I have reservations for three at 8:30. Are you ready to jump into a cab now, or do I need to change the reservation?" "No, we are ready." He gave me the name of the restaurant and its location, and then hung up. Molly and I made our way down to the lobby and out the door. The eyes of many men followed her as she moved through the hotel. The doorman called us a cab and appeared more interested in helping Molly into the cab, which was no surprise. Why I tipped him I do not know, since Molly provided her own tip, showing those long, tan legs of hers in that short black dress. He smiled, told us to have a good evening, and closed the door. I gave the cabbie the address and off we went. We arrived at the restaurant within 15 minutes. I paid the cab. I got out of the cab, turned and gave Molly my hand as she slid out of the cab. She was having trouble keeping her dress down as she got out. She showed a lot of leg and ass before stepping out into the street. The restaurant's doorman gave Molly the biggest of smiles as he held the door open for us. We entered the restaurant. I approached the maitre d' and gave him our party reservation name. He smiled at Molly, told us to follow him and in we went. He took us to a booth in the back of the restaurant where the lights were dimmer. As we come around the side of the booth we found our stranger. He smiled. Got out of the booth, shook my hand, turned to Molly, pulled her into his arms and gave her a big kiss. "I am so glad you came to join me for dinner. This is one of my favorite restaurants. I hope you enjoy the food as much as I have," said the man. He helped Molly into the booth, directing me to the other side. We slid into the booth, with Molly between us. "I am so glad you came and I am so thrilled that you are wearing the gift I gave you. You look great in it!" Molly smiled and said, "I would have had a problem getting back to our room if I didn't have this dress. It is beautiful and I do love it." "I am very pleased," he said. Suddenly the waiter was at the table. He asked us and asked if we like something to drink before the meal. All three of us nodded in agreement. We ordered a bottle of red wine. The waiter returned shortly with the wine and poured us each a drink. The man raised his glass, "To Molly, you were exquisite last night. I loved looking at you last night and I love looking at you now." We talked, drank, laughed and told stories. I had not noticed the time go by, but I did notice when there were two empty wine bottles and a third almost empty. The conversation started to turn towards sex. Molly was having trouble with the dress. The spaghetti straps kept falling off her shoulders. Every now and then a breast came into view. That probably explained why the waiter was so attentive. Finally the man stopped talking. Looked into Molly's eyes and said, "Molly, I would like one item back. Can I have the g-string that I gave you?" Molly, squirmed, looked back and said, "What do you mean? Do you want the panties I have on right now?" "Yes," he answered. Molly looked at me. I smiled back. She then looked back at the man and said, "Okay, let me go to the ladies room and I will take them off." "No, I want you to take them off here," he said. "I would be too embarrassed to do that here," she said. "What if someone would see me?" "No one will see you sitting back her between your husband and me. And we can help you." Molly smiled looked around the restaurant and then said, "Okay." With that she pulled the dress up to her waist, moved the strings down her thighs, raised her ass off the seat and moved the g-string down to her knees. "Let me do the rest," he said. He moved his hand onto her body, down along her waist, between her legs, over her thigh, down to her knees, and grabbed the g-string. She shuttered a little as his hand moved down her body. He reached down, moved the g-string to her ankles while she raised her legs. He pulled the item off her feet. He then brought the g-string to his face and breathed in her scent. "You smelled so good last night and now I have your body perfume to remember you by." Molly smiled a nervous smile. The wine continued to flow while we enjoyed our dinner. The waiter had just removed our plates when the man turned to Molly and said, "I want you to pull your dress up and spread your legs for us to see your sex, Molly." She had, had enough wine and compliments that she did not question the request but immediately did what he asked. As she spread her legs we both could see the hairs on her pussy. After spreading her legs, she looked first at him and then at me. As she put the wine glass to her lips, his hand moved to her leg. She jumped to his touch, but did not try to move away. She held the glass to her lips as his hand moved up her thigh finding his target, her pussy. He moved his hand between her legs and pushed his finger into her opening. She jumped again. He withdrew his hand, moving his hand along her thigh, and back to her ass. "Molly, raise your ass up from the seat." She complied with his request. He placed his hand on the seat under her ass. "Now sit on my hand, Molly." She squirmed as she lowered her ass to his hand. He looked at me at said, "play with her clit." I moved my hand moved down under the table, over her legs, between her legs and pushed down between her legs until I found the tip of her clit. I lightly moved my finger back and forth over her clit. She started to move her hips. She was getting excited and we both could see that. While she moved he placed his other hand onto one spaghetti strap and gave me a look to do the same. We both moved the straps down over her shoulders and let the light material drop down. Her breasts were in view over the table. We moved her dress down exposing both breasts, visible above the table. She did not mind. She was now concentrating on her growing orgasm. His hand moved under her ass and then she jumped. "Yes, yes," she said, "put your finger into my ass." She wiggled and moaned and I was certain my hand was on her clit while his finger was working her anus. She was clearly on her way to an orgasm. She was starting to move even more now. She grabbed both of us and started to rock in her seat. She was now on her way; she was not going to return until she was done. As her excitement grew the waiter returned. He stood over us, smiling, looking down. She closed her eyes, placed her hands down onto the seat, arched her back, pushed out her breasts, and continued to rock. She was naked except for a thin strip of black material that lay around her waist. She looked up. Saw the waiter. Stared at him and came. She shook, cried softly, and grabbed my hand while she continued to shake with an intense orgasm. She then closed her eyes, lowered her head and sat there not moving. It felt like forever before anyone spoke. The waiter finally said, "Will there be anything else?" The man looked up and said, "Yes, do you have any scissors?" "Yes, we do sir," answered the waiter. "I would like to borrow a pair of scissors. You can also bring the check." "Yes, sir", and with that he ran off, returning very shortly with both items. Molly was still sitting naked, enjoying her orgasm when he returned. The waiter handed the bill and the scissors to the man. The man took the scissors and said, "Molly, lay back in your husbands arms, I would like to take something of yours to remember you by." She did not answer, just turned facing the man, fully exposed, and lay back against me. "Molly, now spread your legs. Don't worry, I will not hurt you." She did as she was asked and spread her legs exposing her cunt to the man. He moved the scissors down towards her pussy. At first I thought he was going to cut the dress off of her body. Instead he pinched a clump of her public hairs between two fingers, pulled lightly and used the scissors to cut the pubic hair from her body. There was a clear patch of hair missing from her pussy now. She looked down at what he did and giggled. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. Placed the clump of pubic hair into the material, carefully folded the handkerchief around the hair, picked the bundle up and placed it into his suit jacket. He then said, "I need to leave now. Would you walk me out to the street?" Molly sat up, smiled, and pulled the dress back up over her breasts. We got out of the booth. Molly pulled her dress down over her ass as she stood up. All this time the waiter was quietly watching and smiling. He wished us well as we moved towards the front door. We stepped out into the chilly air. The man waved down a cab. He turned to me and shook my hand, saying, "Thank you for sharing your wife, she is one sexy lady." Then he turned to Molly, pulled her into his arms, planted a long, deep kiss on her mouth while his hands raised her skirt and played with her ass. She let him expose her ass to the people walking by on the street. He finished his kiss and thanked us again, jumped into the cab and took off. We never did get his name. Not that it mattered. I watched his cab drive off while my hand ran down, under Molly's skirt to find her pussy. I ran my finger between her legs and felt her wetness. "I think someone wants something as much as I do," I said. She answered, "I was hoping you would say that."

Title: De-Evolution - NaNo Day 20 by Eirene Crimsonpelt Tags: Character Development, Female, Human, Husky, Male, NaNo2012, No-Yiff, Plot Development, Post-Apocalyptic, Story Progression, Story Series, survival The tall husky nodded, his fur rippling around a bit as he did so, "Right, ok, let me get the buckets." He jogged away back up toward the house, and grabbed two, then returned to the stream and filled those two buckets up with water, one for the washing during the work, the other for cooking later. He stood with them and nodded back toward the house, "Let's get this show on the road....as for getting alcohol in town, you mean we can't just drink it all and forget our worries?" He laughed. Tisha shook her head, a grin threatening to take over her lips. "You are so bad, Marco! Of course we can't drink it all! What would we do then if one of us got a serious injury that required us to do surgery or something similar?" Four buckets of water would be plenty for cooking and cleaning during the work today. She picked up the first two that Marco filled and waited while he filled the other two, then headed up to the house with him. "When we get there, go grab the brains, and I'll grab the knives. We'll get the hides and venison for dinner together." Marco laughed and shook his head, "I was only kidding." He let her take two buckets, and once the others were filled he followed her back up to the house. He put the water down outside the back porch and then went to grab the brains out of the house where they had put them the day before. They stunk worse, and he nearly gagged, but managed to keep his stomach under control and got the bucket outside into the fresh air where it wasn't so bad. While Marco went to grab the brains, Tisha took one bucket into the house, putting some of the water onto boil for more coffee. She ran up the stairs, grabbing a couple knives, then hurried back down at a slightly slower pace. Slipping through the kitchen on her way to the porch for tanning detail, she grabbed a ladle and, once on the porch, dropped it into a bucket of water. They'd need to keep the brains moist as they worked. The tall husky came back toward the house, but set the bucket down well away from it, so that they couldn't smell it so badly, "Where do you want them?" he asked, his nose scrunched up and his ears flicking back and forth. It was plain to see that he was attempting not to smell them even from where he was at. He knew that this job wasn't going to be particularly fun at all. "Well, we're not tanning on the porch, so no worries about that," she grinned as she stretched up on her toes to lick his scrunched up nose. "You look so cute trying not to smell the brains." Returning to the flats of her feet, she pointed to a slightly shady spot. "We'll work over there, keep the brains out of the sun. We'll go grab the hides and bring them over. We can either grab out the venison for dinner now, or wait until later this afternoon when we're done with the tanning this afternoon." "Let's get this stinky stuff done first." he laughed, moving back to pick up the brain bucket and carry it back over to the tree she pointed out. He set the bucket down in the shade, then came back to help her get the hides and carry them over as well. He just wanted this job to be done and over with, so that they could move on to whatever else needed done. Tisha walked with him to the smokehouse, where the hides were waiting to be tanned. "We'll each grab one of the small frames and part of the larger frame. We can carry them all back at one time. I'll work the deer hide and show you how to clean up the rabbit hides for you to work on." Marco nodded, stepping inside the smoke house and picking up one of the smaller frames and holding it while she got the other, then he grabbed one end of the bigger frame for the deer skin and carried it back as well. They hefted all of them over to the same tree and set them down, "Alright, well, I'll at least know how to do this even if I don't plan on doing it much..." "I doubt either of us wants to do this often, and I know the tribal women are more used to the smell. They'll do the tanning and we can hunt to help provide the food they eat. It's a win-win for both sides. Besides that, the tribal women are the best tanners I've ever seen. They do things to the hides to make the softest deerhide clothes I've ever seen. Plus they know how to dye the hides for ceremonies," Tisha grinned as she hefted the other small rabbit hide frame and grabbed hold of the other side of the larger deer frame. He laughed and nodded, "Well, then I'll let them do it." He shook his head and they carted the frames out of the shed and across the lawn over to where he had put the bucket with the brains in it, and one with water. He helped her set down the large deer frame and then he put the smaller one down as well, "Alright, so, instructor Tisha, what's first?" Tisha set down her part of the deerhide frame and set the rabbit skin frame over with the other one. "First, bring over the other two buckets of water. Those buckets we'll use to wash up in, and this one will be the 'keep the brains moist' bucket." She dropped the ladle she carried on her hip into the bucket and scooped out a couple ladles of water, which she added to the brains. She winked at Marco, then turned the hides so the fleshy side would be open for work. Marco gave her a nod and jogged back over to the porch to pick up the last two buckets. He brought them back and set them to the side for when they washed up. Then he watched her add some water to the brains, shaking his head the whole time, "Alright, gotcha." He helped her turn the hides, and then planted his hands on his hips, "What's next?" Reaching into the bucket with the brains as Marco returned, she started mushing them up again, getting them turned into nothing more than bits of ick. "Now that these are really turned to mush, we start working. We need to smear some, not too much, just enough, onto the bottom of the hides - the sides with bits of meat and muscle and sinew still attached. We'll use the deer hide for me to show you, and you'll be working on the rabbit skins. Those will be easier to get done." Her brain coated hands smeared over the crap attached to the deer hide, and she worked to smear more on it, making sure that there would still be enough for the rabbit skins. He watched her from where he stood, slowly nodding through the process, "Alright, I see." He stepped over to one of the rabbit hides, dug his paw into the bucket of brains, and started smearing it all over the back side. He scrunched up his face and shook his head, not believing what they had to do to tan the hides. This was fucking disgusting....but it had to be done. It was fucking disgusting, Tisha admitted to herself. But it told her a lot about Marco that he was willing to dig in and get this done - not just for them, but for the tribe and any others they rescue and bring here. Once she had the deer hide smeared with the brains and she'd noted that Marco had done the same to the rabbit hides, she went to one of the buckets and washed her hands off. "Okay, now you need to wash your paws off, so you don't accidentally get the brains or blood on the furred side of the rabbit skins. After your hands are clean, take your knife, then watch what I do on the deer hide. You'll do the same on the rabbit skins on the smeared side." Marco had seen more disgusting shit than this in his life. He wasn't one to easily get sick or shirk a duty cause he didn't like it. He might make comments and bitch about it... but, well... He would do it anyway, especially if it meant helping someone else. He moved over to his bucket and washed his paws off like she had said, glad to get the muck out of his fur, though it would take a lot more than just a dunk in water to make him feel really like they were clean. "Alright, gotcha." He picked up his knife and stood watching her. Now that they had the mushed brains spread on the hides, Tisha moved to the hide with her knife and started scraping off the gunk still left on the hide after it had been removed from the deer meat. "Work with the grain of the skin. You want to make sure that none of the meat or sinew is left on the skin. Rinse off your knife in the same bucket you washed off in. We'll use the clean bucket for water to keep the hides stretched out when the time is right." Her knife slid down the hide from her waist as she leaned over the hide, showing him just how to clean the hide. He gave a curt nod, watching her technique with the knife, and then bringing it up in the same fashion, and pushing it down the skin. He was working with a much smaller one of course, but still. He repeated her motions as exactly as he could, and watched as the gunk started to peel away. He rinsed the knife off, and went back to it, slowly removing all of the muscle and sinew was gone before he moved into another area. It was disgusting work but interesting...he was learning something every day. Tisha worked at a slightly faster pace than Marco, used to this job, having done it at least once a year before the tribe showed up and she could change to hunting the food and letting the tribal women tan the hides. After every scrape down the hide to remove the crud from the inside of the hide, she rinsed off the knife blade, then scraped again, moving across the length of the hide until she had half the hide cleaned of crap. Then she raised the lowest portion of the hide and lowered the upper, laying the hide out flat. Then she moved to the foot of the hide and scraped towards her, pulling the rest of the gunk off it. He repeated her actions, slowly getting more comfortable with the process as they went, able to move a bit more quickly. He soon had the first rabbit hide done, though she finished her first half of the deer before he was. He held it up to look at it, and then turned it to her, "How's this look for a beginner brain scraper?" He laughed. Tisha turned to look at the rabbit skin, and paused for a moment to walk over to really inspect the skin. "Looks good. Keep an eye on the edges, though. They tend to play tough about getting cleaned up. I usually scrape everything I can, then go back to scrape the edges clean. With the rabbit skins, you want to keep as much of the fur still attached to the hide, so you don't want to scrape the edges as hard, but you don't want to leave anything." She moved back to the deer hide and started the lower portion, getting the rest of the crud off the middle of the skin before working the edges carefully. The canine nodded, "Gotcha." He took the frame back and began carefully working around the edge with his knife. He was gentle, not wanting to cut it but wanting to be sure all the crap was off of it before he was finished. He dunked his knife several times as he worked, then finished it up and set it down, "There, one down." He picked up the other, dug his hand into the brains and slathered them all over it, then rinsed his paws and got to work on it as well. He glanced off toward the woods as they worked, wondering how Black Elk was doing, and when the hell the rest of the tribe would get there. Tisha finished getting the leftover bits of venison from the underside of the deerhide, carefully scraping the sides as she worked. Pleased with her work and looking over both of his frames, she smiled. "You did great, Marco. Keep working on that second one, and when you're done with it, we need to flip this deerhide over. I have to work out the deer's fur from this hide. It's not something we need to do on those rabbit skins though." "Right, ok." He got to work a bit harder, scraping off the rest of the gunk all over the back of the second rabbit skin, and rinsing the knife frequently. Once he seemed to have it finished, he rinsed the knife a final time, then helped her flip the deerhide over so that she could show him how to work the fur out of it. Tisha waited for Marco, then flipped the deerhide over, showing the short fine hairs still on the hide from the deer's coat. "I learned a couple tricks to this to make this part a little faster. One of the main ways to remove the hair is to use the knife to clean it off, but that takes a long time, since you have to go with the grain of the fur. And that means down each leg carefully, and whirls of fur are harder to remove. But if you take a wire curry, we can get most of the short hairs out, then go over it with the knives to get the rest off. Plus this is the part where we can use the clean water to our advantage, cause we can rinse off the hairs we remove." Once the hide was flipped over onto its other side, he listened to her as she explained some of the tricks they could use to get the hair out of the hide. At least this didn't sound like such a hard thing to do, not compared to getting the gunk off the back. Not that the process of doing that was hard. It was just messy, disgusting work. He licked his lips, his long tongue snaking out for a moment, "Alright, so let's do this." Tisha smiled and nodded, running to the barn to grab a pair of wire curry combs, then hurried back to the frame. "Now with these, we can move faster over the legs and whirls of fur, and even the rest of the coat." She started on one leg, showing him how to use it on the hide without damaging the hide. "You want to use enough pressure to pull the hair out, but still keep it light enough not to tear or scratch the hide itself. When you press down, make sure the hide doesn't dip. That will mean too much pressure is being put on the hide." He took the other wire curry comb that she gave him and waited while she showed him how to press on the hide and rub it to get the fur out. It was a bit harder job than scraping the gunk, but much more pleasant in the long run, so he didn't complain. They made good progress once he got the hang of it, and soon enough they had most of the fur laying in a pile on the ground. Tisha grinned as she saw the progress they were making on the hide, especially Marco on his first set of hides. "Okay, now that we've 'curried' the majority of the hair off the hide, it's time to rinse the hide off and get rid of loose hair on it. I'll go grab the sweat scraper that we use on the horses, and you ladle the water over the hide." He nodded and shifted the bucket closer to them, taking up the ladle full of water and scattering it over the hide that was strung up on the frame. He waited for it to run off, ladled on more, and more again, making sure that the loose hair was rinsed off of the hide and the clean surface below was visible. While Marco drizzled water over the deerskin, Tisha ran back over to the barn, grabbing the sweat scraper and got back to the hide as the last of the water dripped from the bottom edge of the hide and pooled in the ground below them. She took the scraper and slid it over the hide, pulling the remaining water off the hide, since she didn't want a water logged hide, and grinned. "Only a few spots to use the knives on to remove hair. And those would be the legs, which are always harder to remove hair from with anything but a knife." He nodded and smiled, putting the ladle back in the bucket and taking up his knife again. Then he took one leg and started to gently work on it, working through the hair to try and get it removed, bit by bit, while she worked on the others. This working together was fun actually, because they got to spend time together, even if the job itself wasn't all that fun in and of itself. Tisha worked quickly, more used to the job than Marco. She got the three remaining legs done while Marco got that last one taken care of. The moment she saw that no hair was left, she smiled, and looked up at Marco. "We're done with the tanning. At least this stage of it. Let's carry the hides back to the smokehouse, then get washed up and then get the meat for dinner. You get to help me cook tonight." Marco nodded, "Righto... I'll be happy to get to really wash this goo off of me." He chuckled and stepped back, rinsing off his knife, drying it on some grass, then sheathing it and moving to pick up one of the rabbit frames and hand it to her. He picked up the other, then grabbed one side of the taller frame and waited for her to pick up the other side. "I'm not much of a cook, but I'll help however I can." Between the two of them, they carried the three frames to the smokehouse and she set her side of the large frame down in the large smokey house. She set her smaller frame on a ledge on the wall, leaving enough room on the ledge for the other rabbit skin. "Good thing you're willing to help me cook, cause I plan on something big, and I'll need the help. But we get cleaned up before we get the meat. I really don't want brained meat for dinner. Time to go get cleaned up. Race you to the river." He placed his end of the large frame when she put hers down, then placed his rabbit skin on the shelf next to the other. Wiping his hands off on each other, he stepped back out into the afternoon sun. He hadn't even realized that it had gone down so far. He sighed and then laughed, "You're on." He grinned and turned, not waiting for her to start but instantly striking out, laughing. His frame was tall and muscular, and perfectly built for loping... he was a husky after all. Tisha gave a low laugh, then struck out, racing headlong after him. But then again, she knew all the shortcuts around here, and veered off through a few bushes as she headed towards the river from the lower angle. Getting to the river just before Marco, she stripped down and raced into the water, the bloody clothes left on the shore as she waited for Marco to join her in the water. He skidded up to the river just after he heard her splash into it. He glanced back the way he had come, then back at her, then planted his hands on his hips and laughed, the sound coming out almost like a howl, "Well.... if I had known you were going to cheat." He laughed and stuck his tongue out, then shook his head and reached for the bottom of his shirt, stripping it off and casting it away, then bending to untie his shoes.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, Implied Popping, floating Text: "Hold on! I've got you!" "No! No! I'm slipping!" "Don't squirm! I've got you!" Your hand grasping mine was slippery with sweat. You reached up trying to grab at the little bit of fabric left clinging to my neck. "I'm filling up more! Ooh! Don't let me go!" I cried as my breasts swelled even bigger. My panic was making me breath in gulps of air. The air was making me balloon up larger and larger. Your grip slackened for a second as you attempted to grab at the collar of my blown out sweater. That was all it took for me to suddenly shoot towards the sky. "Noooo!" I screamed as I rose into the big blue, flying up one hundred feet...two hundred feet...three hundred feet into the air. The land shrank away as my bulging breasts grew larger and larger and larger... I shot up in bed, my big breasts plopping in my lap. I gasped as I wiped the perspiration from my forehead. My breasts had blown up in my sleep and were bulging in the see-thru black silk nightie I was wearing. They were a lot bigger than my normal sized 68EE bust. "Honey, are you okay?" you said, waking and rolling over in bed to face me. I leaned to the side of the bed and clicked the bed-side lamp on. Your eyes widened seeing that my breasts were pushing out in my black nightie. "Oh, baby. Not again!" I looked at you sorrowfully. For the last two weeks, I had been waking up from nightmares of my breasts or body ballooning up to incredible sizes without control. There was no reason for the dreams. Unfortunately, each time I had the dream, I would be breathing so heavily in my sleep I would wake up with my poor breasts plumpened up to larger than normal (?!) sizes. You, being the great guy that you were, felt sorry for me. Reaching over, you pulled me to you and kissed me gently. My huge, ballooned up breasts rubbed against you. "Don't worry, baby. Things will be fine," you reassured me. "But I can't figure out why this is happening. Why am I having these nightmares? What do they mean?" I said buried in your chest, my fingers fumbling under the covers for...something. "They probably don't mean anything. You just have to thik of something else before you go to sleep," you suggested as you felt my probing fingers. We settled back under the covers. I crawled on top of you and playfully buffeted you with my ballooned-up soft bosoms. The balloon cart appeared around the corner. The short fat man pushing smiled at me as it stopped before me. He motioned me closer, holding a rubber hose in one of his pudgy little hands. "Yes?" I inquired. "It's time for you to grow bigger," the balloon seller said, holding the hose out towards me. "But I am big enough," I said, as I felt my big breasts bulging in my summer top. The man pushed the rubber hose into my mouth. I couldn't let it go or spit it out. I heard a hissing sound and looked up seeing the balloons attached to the cart start to swell. "It is time to grow bigger," the fat little man said as I felt a tingly taut sensation in my chest. I felt my breasts grow taut, as if groping the outside of a inflating balloon. I shook my head, trying to gesture that I didn't want this to happen. It was too late. I felt my poor breasts begin to swell bigger and bigger in my little hands. My top stretched with my ballooning bosom. The short man grinned and turned a dial behind the cart and the hissing grew louder. My boobs fattened more rapidly, blowing up bigger and bigger and bigger. My top was soon stretched with giant round breasts. They pushed so hard against the material that my nipples--which were also plumpening--could be felt pressing against the strained top. "You must grow and stay that big," the little fat man grinned as I blew up and up and up, bigger and bigger. I tried to cry out, but more air rushed into me and into my ballooning breasts. I was going to explode! I was going to pop! I woke up drenched in sweat, laying on the lawn chair on the deck near the swimming pool of our place. I gasped seeing the two large round domes of flesh bulging off my chest. My bikini top had blasted away, leaving my gigantic globes exposed under the afternoon sun. I placed my hands on my huge breasts that were now way beyond my normal 68EE size. They felt odd--maybe filled with air, but... "Sweetie! What happened to you?" you exclaimed as you stepped outside with a pitcher of lemonade. Your eyes were on my naked boobs that were bulging big and firm almost from my chin and partially obscuring my trim tummy. "I...I had another dream," I said rubbing my hugely swollen breasts. My nipples started to pop up. "Oh. Is that all. Another one of those irritating dreams," you said, stepping up to me, setting the lemonade down on the little table next to our lawn chairs. "I think it's more than a dream." "Huh?" you said incredulously. "There..there was a little man in this dream and he said I was going to stay this way," I sobbed, as I dropped my hands from my gigantic boobs. I just stood there with them sticking out before me. "You're going to stay that big? Stay that size?" "I think so," I replied. "Are you upset?" "Upset! Are you kidding!" you exclaimed as you moved even closer, your eyes on my humongus chest. "I think it's great!" As you physically admired my breasts I decided not to tell you that something like this had happened before, a year or two ago. I had gone from a paltry 38D to my current 68EE after a series of bizarre dreams. Now, I had gone from a rather large 68EE to...what? Only my seamstress would know...

Title: Medical Training Tags: pakistani, anal, creampie, facial, muslim, cumshot Tim was a university student and had recently begun getting his doctorate, moving away from his old university friends. Moving away from his best friend, Nurah, was the hardest part. He had become almost like a member of the family, a point that still confused him. Nurha's family were of Pakistani origin, and always surprised him with how open and welcoming they were towards him, a white guy. Not only had Nurah moved away, but so had her younger sister, Haifah. Haifah was what many refer to as a "late bloomer". At the age of 21 she was only just starting university, 3 years older than when Nurah had started. Her family were dubious about her starting medicine, a 5 year degree, at such an "old" age. But if Haifah was anything, it was stubborn. She reveled in their doubt and insisted on proving them wrong. She had moved to London, far away from their family home in the Midlands, her first time away from home. Tim was on a train, heading for the capital, to spend the afternoon with Haifah. She was like a younger sister to him, and although she would never tell her family so, she was struggling with the workload. Although Tim hadn't done medicine - with his doctorate being in Biology - he knew many of the core principles Haifah would learn in her first year. Haifah had confided in him that she was a little lonely, and a little behind on her work. Tim insisted on coming to help, much to Haifah's feigned dismay. "Haifah, its me..." he spoke softly, his iPhone to his ear, "I'm downstairs." Haifah lived in modest student accommodation, but with reasonable security. The guard on the desk wouldn't let him in without being accompanied by a resident. "How long will you be staying?" the security guard asked, winking to Tim as Haifah bounced through the door. "Oh just the afternoon" Tim smiled. "Oh, in that case, you just need to sign the day visitors book" the guard replied, throwing a pen in Tim's direction and pointing at the ring binder on the desk. Tim followed Haifah to her block, holding the door to her building open for her. Haifah was petite, and easily able to walk under Tim's arm as he held the door. "Aren't you a gentleman!" Haifah giggled. Tim followed Haifah up the stairs, three floors up. He'd never seen Haifah's room, and had only seen pictures. Haifah opened the door to her room, which was in fact more of a studio apartment. It was pleasant, if a little musky. She had her own en suite toilet, and living area and shared a kitchen through an adjoining corridor with one other girl. The more Tim thought about it, the more strange it seemed - sharing a kitchen but not a living room. As expected, Haifah's apartment was only barely tidy, her bedroom even less so. He could tell that she'd thrown a lot of things into cupboards about 30 seconds before coming down to collect him. She never was very organised. Papers and books were strewn over what Tim assumed was a desk - he couldn't actually see it, only make out what it was from its contents. "Tidy as always I see..." Tim smirked. "I was busy err...reading...and didn't realise you were so close!" Haifah blushed. "Oh you were 'reading' were you?" Tim smiled, "you sure you weren't napping?" Tim laughed, pointing to the bed, and the pajamas that appeared to have been hastily thrown under the pillow. Haifah blushed, or at least as much as someone with fair brown skin can blush, and stuck her tongue out playfully. "I've been working all day! I promise!" She replied, prodding Tim in the ribs. Tim and Haifah had always been quite playful, with Haifah being much more so than her older sister Nurah. "Come on then, lets get some lunch, I'm so hungry! My treat!" Tim smiled, pointing to his stomach. "Well isn't this great, tuition and free lunch! You should come more often!" Haifah laughed, opening the window to let the room 'air' a bit. Tim and Haifah headed out, smiling to the security guard on the way. As the walked Tim towered above Haifah, the two of them could not possibly look any less alike. Tim was tall, just over 6 feet, with slightly shaggy blonde hair. His eyes were pale blue, distorted through his glasses, his skin of only slight tan. He was what most would describe as of "athletic" build - by no means muscular, but on the lower end of a healthy weight. Haifah on the other hand was barely 5 feet tall, with long dark brown hair, just like every female in her family. Her eyes were dark as the night, Tim wasn't even sure if they were brown or black. Her skin was neither dark or white, but of a light brown colour typical of girls from Pakistan. Whilst she was also slender, her small frame accentuated certain features of her female body, a fact Tim tried to ignore. "So Haifah, any boys take your fancy in the big city?" Tim laughed as they walked down the street. "Ha! No, I don't think my parents would take well to me coming home with a boyfriend!" She smiled, a slight skip in her step. The two sat down to dinner, in an Italian restaurant, just as the sun dipped behind the skyline of London. The waitress brought a candle, to add "ambience" to the experience. "Almost like we're on a date..." Haifah winked at Tim. "Ha, if anything you should be treating me to a date for my assistance" Tim smirked in response. But, when it came to settling the bill, Tim insisted on paying - regardless of how much Haifah protested. By the time they left it had gotten dark, and rather cold. You see, London, during the summer, can be quite warm while you are in the sun. But in the shade the temperature can drop quickly. Haifah, as usual, was wearing wholly inappropriate clothing for the weather. "Haifah, have this," Tim smiled, taking his jacket off and placing it over Haifah's shoulders. "Oh... but you'll get cold..." Haifah tried to resist. "Me? Nah, I'm from the north remember? This weather is shorts and T-shirt weather!" He laughed, trying not to let Haifah notice that he was, in fact, rather cold wearing only a shirt. Thankfully, the walk to Haifah's was short, only a few minute walk with a tube ride in between. As they entered Haifah's block once again the security guard smiled, joking about how much of a gentleman Tim was. As they opened the door to her bedroom it became immediately obvious that leaving the window open was a bad plan. The papers that were not-so-neatly placed on the desk were now rather-less-neatly strewn across the floor. Haifah threw off Tim's coat, closed the window, and frantically started collecting the papers, depositing them messily in a pile on the desk again. "Let me go get freshened up, then we can start work ok? Make yourself comfortable." Haifah smiled, heading to the bathroom. Tim headed for the double bed, first sitting, then laying. He immediately noticed the diagrams pinned to the ceiling, and smiled. "I like your diagrams" he joked to Haifah as she left the bathroom. "Well, they said no pins in the walls, but didn't say anything about pins in the ceiling!" She laughed, "nice to see you're making yourself comfortable!" "I'll have you know I've had a terribly long journey getting here!" Tim joked. "Long? Isn't it like an hour?!" Haifah replied, sticking her tongue out. She made her way to the bed, sitting beside Tim at his waist level, looking at him. "Tim..." she started, for the first time looking a little nervous. "Yes?" He replied, not sure what she was going to ask. "I need to ask you something a little embarrassing..." she continued, blushing again. "Embarrassing? More embarrassing than that time you got your head stuck in a coat hanger?" Tim smirked, trying to ease her embarrassment. "Well, you see, as part of our clinical placement we have to do patient exams..." she started, speaking quite quickly. "Right..." Tim questioned, waiting for more. "Well, its just that as a Muslim girl I find it really embarrassing examining male patients. Females I'm fine with, its just I get really embarrassed when talking to male patients..." She added, "and I've known you like - forever? You're the only guy I don't really get embarrassed around!" Tim smiled at her, "of course! As long as you're not going to be cutting me up!" "No that's next year!" Haifah giggled. "Well I'll make sure not to volunteer to help you study next year then!" He smiled. Haifah smiled, and laid beside him. "You're the best!" She smiled, turning towards him, hugging him. Tim was a little taken aback - he couldn't remember a time where Haifah had hugged him like that, and couldn't help but think about how sexually tense the situation was. A few seconds later she let go, and got up to get her anatomy book from the desk. It was a large book, a good few hundred A4 sized pages. From the top protruded an array of different post-it notes. "Orange ones are things I'd like to practice on you," she smiled, "if that's ok?" "Sure, what have we got first?" He smiled back, she was obviously nervous. "Well, the first section is patient history, and I always get nervous asking personal questions!" Haifah sighed. "Don't worry, YOU are the doctor, ask anything you need to know to help the patient!" He smiled. "I know I know, its just certain questions that embarrass me..." She said, visibly flustered. "Like what?" He smiled, looking into her eyes. "Well 'are you sexually active?' is always the worst!" She sighed again. "Well?" He replied. "Well what?" She said, a little confused. "Well, are you going to ask me?" He smiled. "Erm... but...oh my god I'm so embarrassed...You're... I must be embarrassing you too..." She said turning away, a tear in her eye. "Haifah. Come on, I'm not embarrassed at all. If this is what you need to practice then lets go!" He smiled, leaning forward taking her hand in his. Trying to keep a straight face she asked "Sir, are you... are you sexually active?" "Yes, I am" Tim quickly replied, giving her a reassuring smile. He could see her wincing at the thought of the next question. "...How many sexual partners have you had in the past 12 months...?" Haifah blushed. "Only 1." He replied again. "...To your knowledge do you have any... any sexually transmitted diseases?" She asked, flames of pink bursting into her cheeks. "Nope!" Tim responded, smiling as much as possible to encourage her more. "Was that ok? I didn't embarrass you too much?" Haifah sighed. "Ha! It was fine" Tim laughed, "YOU were fine!" Haifah turned over a few pages, to the next orange post-it note. "What's next then?" Tim smirked. "Hmmm, circulatory system?" She replied, quickly reading her notes on the page. "So, what do you find hard with this one?" Time questioned. "Well most of this is fine, its just some of the pulse taking, and using my stethoscope that I find embarrassing..." Haifah sighed, blushing a little again. "Come on, lets go!" He said with enthusiasm, not quite sure what to expect. Haifah started by taking his pulse at his wrist, her hands a little clammy from her nervousness. Not quite sure why she would be so embarrassed. "See, that was fine, what's next?" Tim asked. "Well... you see... there's another pulse we need to know for clinical... but... I don't know... I don't know if I can..." She flustered. "Ok, what else do you have to do? Is there anything less embarrassing for you? How about using your stethoscope?" He questioned, trying to move away from whatever it was that was flustering her so much. "Well, the only thing is... I need you... I need you to undo your shirt?" She blushed again. "Of course, how many buttons?" He smiled, realising this would probably be one of the first times Haifah had seen a man unbutton his shirt. "Err... the top half is probably fine?" She said, with little conviction. Tim obliged, undoing the top 4 buttons of his shirt. Haifah barely looked as he did, instead choosing to look past him to the door. "Don't worry, I locked the flat door as we came in, nobody is going to come in here" Tim smiled. Haifah gingerly got out her stethoscope and moved it to Tim's chest. She pushed it under his shirt, choosing not to expose any more of his chest than she needed. Her stethoscope was cold to the touch, making him jump a little as it came into contact with his skin. After a few minutes she moved back, smiling at him. "Ok, you can do that up now. Your heartrate is normal - I think?" She smiled. "I imagine it's a little slower than yours!" He smiled, sticking his tongue out. "Yes yes, now lets move on to the next section." She rushed. "No no, you said there was another pulse to check, come on, lets do it. It can't be that bad!" Tim smiled. "N...No... I can't...It's too embarrassing... For you and me!" She added, Tim could see her almost panicking. "Haifah, if you are going to be a doctor, you're going to see everything. Whether they are a man or a woman, one day they might rely on you being able to do this. I trust you." He asserted. Haifah blushed, a deeper shade of crimson than he had ever seen. "I'm going to need you to... to take off your jeans..." She sighed, her voice feeble. "Oh?" Tim was a little shocked. "Well... you don't HAVE to! It's fine! Don't worry! Its your femoral pulse and its... a little private..." She added, evidently hoping to avoid doing the exam. Tim knew exactly where the femoral artery was, in your groin, at the top of the thigh. He hesitated for a second. It wasn't so much that he was embarrassed, just that he never thought he would have Haifah touching him there. "No, come on. Let's do it. If this is what you need to learn then, let go!" He smiled confidently. "Er... hmmmm... if you say so... please lay down and..." She paused, "... please remove your jeans, or at least take them down." Tim obliged, releasing his belt, and unbuttoning his jeans. He slowly lifted his shirt a little and started to take his jeans down. Haifah immediately looked away, gazing towards the bathroom. "Haifah... come on, find my femoral pulse." He smiled, squeezing her hand to get her attention. Gingerly, she placed her hand on his thigh, on top of his boxers. He knew immediately that she would not be able to find a pulse there, or over the top of his boxers. But she needed time to get used to it. "You're not going to find it there Haifah, you know that." He said softly. "Er... yes... um..." She was a little dazed. "You're going to need to go further to my groin..." He said, pulling her hand closer to his groin, "and you're probably going to have to get around my boxers." Her eyes widened, he could almost see her heart racing. "Um...." She could barely speak. "Now, you can go under my boxers, or I can take them off..." He started, "don't worry I will cover my... private parts" "Erm... off is probably best?" She said, more questioning than declaring. She removed her hand, and turned away again. This time Tim pulled down his boxers by a foot or so. Even for him this was quite strange. He quickly realised he had little to cover his cock with. He wasn't hugely well endowed, but the fact Haifah's hand was about to wander dangerously close to his cock had not slipped his mind. He turned, and grabbed the pajamas from under the pillow beside him, hastily placing her folder PJ shirt to cover his cock and balls. Allowing her to access his groin without seeing too much. "Hai... Haifah? I think we're ready to go" He stuttered. She turned around tried her hardest not to look at his exposed groin. Tim could feel her fingers, cold against his skin, moving closer and closer to his groin. "You're going to have to look to make sure you get the right place Haifah, don't worry I've covered it." Tim added. Haifah slowly turned to look in the direction of his crotch, moving her hand slowly towards his groin and femoral artery. "Remember, you need to press relatively hard to feel it, its quite deep!" Tim smiled. She pressed, not so hard that it hurt, but hard enough to feel it, and looked at her watch to start timing the pulse. Tim realised this was possibly the most unusual thing he'd ever done with a friend, especially with someone like Haifah. With her hand so close to his cock, he had to try hard to avoid getting aroused. What if she touched it? What if he could feel for her femoral artery? As the seconds passed Tim realised he'd gone from wanting to be the patient to wanting to be the examiner. He tried to avoid thinking about it, but could feel his cock steadily growing. His cock that was only inches from Haifah's hand. He wondered if she'd even noticed that bulge under the PJs? A few more seconds passed and Haifah looked to him and smiled. "Err... I think I'm done with... with that" She smiled, almost relieved. As she removed the pressure from his groin, being careful not to touch anywhere inappropriate, Tim felt a rush of euphoria, and his cock gently pulsed, growing a little. The PJ shirt provided little protection, and his cock and left testicle sprung from underneath. Within an instant Haifah gasped, and tried to cover it again, slipping and placing her hand straight down and over his cock. "OH MY GOD I AM SO... OH MY GOD" Haifah screamed, pulling her hand away as quickly as physically possible. But removing her hand only made it worse, Tim's cock now in full view. She turned away covering her eyes with her hands. Tim grabbed his boxers and pulled them up, covering his exposed cock. Haifah sat, facing away from him, her head in her hands. "Tim... I'm... I'm so... sorry" She cried through muffled tears. Tim immediately felt guilty - after all it was Tim who had convinced her to check the femoral pulse. "Haifah, Haifah its alright, I'm sorry too!" He gasped composing himself, his jeans still around his knees. He pulled himself up the bed, sitting to get to Haifah's height. He pulled her face towards him, forcing her to look him in the eye, his free arm turning her body to look at him. "Haifah, I'm so sorry, don't worry about it, it was an accident!" He pleaded, trying to calm her. She looked at him for a moment before burying her head in his shoulder, sobbing gently. He laid back, letting her lay on his chest. "I... I didn't mean to hurt you or touch you there... are you ok?" She sobbed. "Haifah, don't worry I'm fine. You are more traumatised than me!" He joked. He could feel her giggle on his chest. "Maybe we should stop the clinical exam for the day?" Tim smiled. Haifah looked up at him, smiling through teary eyes, "I think that might be best..." She pulled herself further up his chest, her eyes directly into his. "Tim..." she slowly started. Tim took both of his free hands and gently rubbed the tears from Haifah's eyes with his thumbs, smearing her mascara. She closed her eyes, gently smiling. took a chance. He did not know why, to be honest he barely thought about it. He moved his face close to hers, moving his hands to embrace her head, placed his lips on hers and kissed her. For a moment, the events of the last few hours flashed through his mind, not certain of how she would react, not certain if she had ever even kissed a guy before. Within a moment his questions were answered. He felt her lips push against his, her head turning into the kiss, her body go limp. It seemed to last for minutes, neither party coming up for air. The two relaxed, releasing Haifah's lips from his own. For a moment she looked expressionless, not sure as to what had just happened. But she followed with a smile, peering through the tears, and a follow up kiss, this time with Haifah's hands embracing Tim's face. Tim took the opportunity to wander, his hands running through her long hair to her back, with one hand gingerly embracing her butt. Haifah moaned, in what was possibly the most sexually arousing thing he'd heard her do. His finger found an untucked portion of her shirt, and burrowed its way in. His fingers dancing over the soft skin of her lower back. Haifah tensed. "I... I've never been touched like this before... I've never been kissed... at all.... before... I...." Haifah hesitated, the events of the last minute standing at a crossroads in her mind. "Shhhhh..." Tim mouthed, kissing her forehead, pulling her body down limp into his arm to cuddle her. "Haifah... we can do whatever you want with this. We can stop now and go back to revision, or I can leave if you wish. Or... we can see where this takes us? Its up to you." Tim whispered softly. The two laid for a few minutes, Tim's jeans still around his knees, his cock still eager for attention. Finally Haifah spoke, "Tim, can I see it?" "See IT?" Tim asked confused. "You know... your... your penis" She murmured, "I've never properly seen one before..." Tim could barely believe his ears, and eagerly (but calmly) responded. "Of course" He lifted his boxers, his cock released like a caged animal. At this point he was only semi-erect, perhaps only 4 inches in length. Haifah stared at it, not sure what to do or say. "Its... its not as big as before?" She questioned. "Hold it Haifah" Tim smiled softly. She took his cock gently into her left hand, it still clammy from earlier but this time warm to the touch. Slowly his cock began to grow. "Slide your hand up and down it a little" he asked gently. She obliged, moreso through curiosity than anything. Naturally, his cock grew to its fully erect form, a respectable 5 and a half inches. Haifah let go and turned away. "Tim..." she started, Tim half expecting her to ask for this to all stop, "I want to show your something, and I want you to be honest about them," she added. She began to undo her shirt, untucking the remaining parts from her trousers. When the buttons were undone, dropped her shirt to the bed, and removed her arms, revealing a black lace bra, with what appeared to be a deep pink underlining. Her dark hair flowed over her back like a waterfall. The skin on her back glowed in the light. With one hand, in one single motion, she unclasped the back of her bra, allowing it to fall forward. From the position he was in he could see a little of her breast, hanging like a low fruit off her chest. Tim could tell she wasn't sure what to do, to turn or to run. He gently sat up, being careful not to startle her, and moved his chest behind hers, slowly moving the hair from her left shoulder to expose it. He gently kissed her shoulder, to which she almost inaudibly moaned. As he kissed her he breathed in the smell of her skin, it was sweet, her scent turning him on more and more. In one movement he peered over her shoulder to see two large, perfectly formed breasts, whilst also moving his hands around to place his right hand on her stomach and allowing his left to brush over her nipple. She was horny, her nipples as hard as little pebbles on the surface of a beautiful earth. As his hand glanced over her erect nipples she moaned without holding back. His cock hardened like a rock, pressing against her back. "Tim..." she moaned, unable to tell him to continue or stop. He moved his right hand up to grasp her right nipple, rubbing it through his fingers gently before returning his left to do the same. Her head threw back in euphoria, allowing him to kiss her exposed neck. He turned to kiss her cheek as her hands met his over her nipples. Her left hand ran up her chest to hold his head, revealing cleanly shaven armpits and a hint of erotic musk. Tim pulled his jeans from his feet, and removed his boxers - a difficult task whilst sat down. She moved around, standing in front of her, pulling her to her feet. He began unbuttoning his shirt when she took over, looking up at him whilst biting her lip. He wanted her and he wanted her badly. She pushed his shirt from his back, as he kissed her shoulders. He moved down, gently kissing her chest, then her breast. He felt a shiver of pleasure rush through her body, but left her nipple for later. He kissed her stomach, then her pelvis. Carefully he unbuttoned her trousers, pulling them down only a few centimeters before noticing that the underwear she was wearing matched her previously discarded bra. Just as with the bra, deep pink undertones layered below black lace, matching her skin perfectly. He pulled her trousers further, removing them. He

r legs, also cleanly shaven, looked barely able to support even her small stature. They were slim, her thighs slightly muscular, and almost glowed in the light. Tim reached for her underwear, starting to pull it, but she hesitated. She was not ready, but Tim did not mind. They'd gone from fully clothed to practically naked in 5 minutes, all in absolute silence. He could wait to unlock that surprise. She would beg him to. He would make her beg. He stood up, kissing her softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. With ease he lifted her by her ass, holding her there, her legs wrapped around him, as she kissed him with passion. For a moment he stood there, wondering how long this passion had been bottled up inside such a goddess, and how long he had ignored Haifah for the beauty she had become. He gently laid Haifah flat on the bed, finishing her kiss. Her legs still straddled him, his cock only inches from her forbidden pussy. He took both breasts in his hands, he was adamant she would beg him to take off her underwear. Beg. He began massaging her breasts in his hand, her head thrust back in pleasure. She closed her eyes, biting her lip as his lips brushed against her left nipple. He gently sucked, leaving her writhing in pleasure, moaning loudly. His right hand squeezed her other nipple, before his mouth turned to that too. Haifah arched her back as Tim moved up to kiss her neck. She turned towards him, her face almost unable to contain her beaming smile, and wrapped her hands once again around his neck. Again followed a long, passionate kiss. "Nobody has ever treated me like this Tim" she sighed, "nobody has ever seen me like this!" Tim smiled, pulling her arms from around his neck and holding her hands above her head. She started to protest, not sure what to make of his dominant position, but quickly relaxed as he began to kiss down her chest towards her nipples once more. He started with a flick of his tongue, each time sending a shockwave through her body and a moan from her mouth. Haifah, unable to direct him with her arms, pulled him close with her legs, pulling his cock even closer to her pussy. Tim sucked gently on her perky nipples and pushed his cock against her forbidden pussy, grinding gently against her. He release her arms, continuing to suck. After a few moments he felt her hand grasping at his cock, pushing it against her pussy. He released her nipples from the clutches of his lips, kissing up her neck until his lips were only centimeters from her ear. "You like that?" Tim moaned, continuing to grind against her. No words came from her mouth, just a gentle nod and a moan. Tim smiled, his hand tracing the length of her body. He moved his hand between her legs, moving her hand from his cock, and his cock from against her pussy. He placed three fingers over where he guessed her clit would be, and rubbed gently. Haifah's back arched as she bit her lip, her eyes closing. He bent down once more and sucked a nipple. "Do you want me to take these off then?" Tim smiled, continuing to rub her pussy through her underwear. "Ta..take...them..." Haifah moaned. Tim obliged, he was so horny, so excited to see her pussy. He sat up, after one final suck of her nipple, and using both hands pried get underwear over her ass. Her ass was not huge, but was certainly big. The excitement of the last half hour had made it moist to the touch. He peeled away her underwear, it moist with her juices. The aroma of her pussy hit him first, it was sweet, her pheromones begging him to fuck her. As she lifted her legs high to allow him to take her underwear off he got his first view of her pussy. It was cleanly shaven, her labia of darker colour than the rest of her body, and it glistened with her juices. After a moment he looked up at her, noticing her watching him intently. She lowered her feet, covering his view of her pussy. "Is it... is it ok?" She asked, not embarrassed but seemingly nervous. "Ok? Its amazing!" Tim smiled. Haifah was clearly uneasy with the situation, but Tim smiled, parting her legs to move towards her. He slid between them, kissing her squarely on the lips. His hand tracing down her body once more to the base of her stomach. Gently he moved his fingers towards her pussy, sliding his middle finger down her slit. As his finger slid over her clit she moaned, a deep, long moan. Her arms flung around his neck, her legs tensed around him. She pulled his head close beside hers, her mouth ride beside his ear. With each step closer to her opening she moaned more, her juices dripping around his fingers. Gently her moved his fingers up and down her slit a few times, each moan driving her crazy. The third time he continued down, pushing her juices to her asshole, playing with it gently, before returning to her pussy. He gently slid his finger half an inch into her opening. "Ohhhh...." Haifah started, shocked. "Its ok Haifah, relax baby." Tim whispered into her ear. He began to slide his finger gently further in, retreating every so often to get her used to the sensation of his penetration. Within thirty seconds he was all the way inside, gently pleasuring her insides. Her moans become faster and louder, synchronising with his movements. She soon released his head from her grip, allowing him to move down to her nipples once more. The combination of his fingers pleasuring her pussy and his lips her nipples pushed her to new heights. She grabbed a pillow beside her, smothering her own moans, afraid a neighbor may hear. Tim took advantage of her distraction, moving his lips down her stomach. Every inch closer to her pussy he planted a kiss. Her short stature meant it didn't take long before his kiss was placed on her mound. Her pussy was inviting him in, she smelled divine. He kissed her labia, and her clit a little, before taking the plunge and gently licking her. As he lapped up her juices, and pleasured her clit with his tongue Haifah could barely control herself. He let his pinky fall down to her ass once more, pleasuring her in both holes as he licked her. A tiny gush of her juices flew into his open mouth, and a second later Haifah had what Tim assumed was the first orgasm of her life. After a few moments Tim gently withdrew his finger, planting a final kiss on her clit before wiping his face on the sheets and laying beside her. "Did you enjoy that then baby?" He asked. Haifah turned to him and smiled, for the first time her smile was not innocent, it was seductive. She turned her body, placing a leg over him, cuddling up to him. "Tim, that was amazing... I've never felt anything like it!" She gasped. Tim smiled, kissing her softly. She hesitated momentarily at the thought of tasting her own juices, but quickly got lost in the moment. "Now I want to see what the male anatomy can offer," she smiled, running her hand down his chest and stomach, grasping his cock. "I thought you'd never ask," Tim smiled, "I can't remember the last time I was this turned on." Haifah smiled, delighted that she was the cause of his arousal. "So... where do I start?" She asked, gently massaging his cock. "Just like that, but you can go and kiss it too" He replied. Haifah looked a little shocked, only an hour ago she'd never even seen an aroused cock nevermind done anything to one. But, she obliged, after all he had given her incredible pleasure. She sat up, moving closer to his cock, pushing her hair back over he shoulders. Tim could barely contain himself, the sight of her inspecting his cock. She moved her face closer, kissing the length of his shaft. He struggled to keep himself from cumming, he wanted it in her mouth. "Haifah," he started, "put it in your mouth" Haifah smiled, a little confused with what to do, and gingerly placed the tip of his cock in her lips. Tim guided her hand, placing it back on his shaft. "Move your head and hand up and down together," he said as she started moving up and down, "yes, like that... oh...." He could feel his cum building inside, her warm mouth and gentle grip pleasuring his cock. "Come here Haifah, kneel over my head" he moaned, beckoning her towards him. She obliged, eager to please him, and straddled his face without so much as letting go of his cock. She gently rocked up and down on his cock, with her gorgeous pussy in full view. He lapped at her pussy, careful not to overstimulate her. She gently moaned, repositioning her pussy closer to his face. Using his free hands he first squeezed her ass, before moving both hands down to cup each of her breasts. He didn't squeeze those, just felt them in his hands. Moments later he could feel his cum, ready to fire into her hot virgin mouth. "Make me cum baby!" Tim moaned, her hands gliding over his shaft faster and faster. Seconds later he blew his load into her waiting mouth. As it hit her throat he felt her tense, before she released and enjoyed it. She carefully removed his cock from her mouth, careful not to spill any of his cum, and swallowed. "How was that baby?" He asked. "It was a little salty, but amazing!" She smiled, collapsing onto his arm and cuddling close. "What would you like to do now?" He asked. "We could watch something on Netflix?" She asked, rummaging for her laptop on the desk. Tim opened the duvet, and climbed inside, enjoying the pleasant smell of her bed. He looked over, admiring her fine ass as she searched for her laptop. After finding the laptop in the mountain of paper she came over to the bed, climbing in beside Tim. He spooned her, with the laptop beside them, his cock pressing against her ass. Her shaven legs intertwined with his. He had never seen her be so affectionate, with her holding his arms around her as if she never wanted him to leave. Each time his cock would pulse, she would giggle and grind against him a little. Even her feet were soft, caressing his own. The room was warm now, with the excitement of the past few hours and the closed window. Tim and Haifah fell asleep, and a few hours later Tim awoke to the sensation of a numb arm. He wriggled free of Haifah, and peered over her. She barely murmured, and instead laid there, in deep sleep, smiling to herself. Tim ran his hands down the length of her body, paying extra attention to her ass, squeezing gently. Sensation returned to his arm, and he wanted to nothing more than to cuddle her close. Sliding his arm carefully back under her neck and placing his other arm around her he gently kissed her cheek before pulling her close. She let out a little sigh, pushing herself towards him. She was so peaceful, he thought to himself. \*\*\* Tim awoke again, this time the room was dark. As before, his arm was numb, but his cock certainly wasn't. His hand had gravitated towards Haifahs breast, locking her in place whilst holding it in his hand firmly. He squeezed gently, to hear a gentle moan from a sleeping Haifah. His cock throbbed, pressing against her ass. He squeezed again, kissing her neckline. Again and again he aroused her, each time her moans growing slightly louder. Soon she started gyrating on his cock, grinding her ass gently against him. He peered over her face to kiss her cheek, to notice her gently biting her lip again. As he kissed her she smiled. "Hey handsome..." Haifah smiled, turning on the bedside lamp. "Hey gorgeous..." Tim replied playfully, kissing her cheek again. Again, Haifah pressed her ass against his throbbing cock, smiling playfully. Tim responded by firmly massaging the now erect nipple in his hand. "Ohhhh.... mmmmmmm..." Haifah moaned. Tim released her breast, running his hand down her stomach, moving his lips to her breast instead. Haifah opened her legs to let his wandering hand move down to her dripping wet pussy, sliding down over her clit to her waiting hole. "Put your finger inside me Tim..." Haifah moaned, grasping his hair and pulling him closer to her breast. Tim obliged, sliding his finger easily into her soaking wet hole. She moaned and arched her back as he did, sending a wave of arousal through him. He pulled his finger out, returning to rub her clit playfully. Lifting his head, her kissed her, tongues darting between their mouthes. She flung both arms around him pulling him into a passionate kiss. He took the opportunity to return to her pussy, inserting two fingers this time. Her pussy was tight with two fingers, but she took them both with a moan. "T...mmmm...Tim..." She moaned. "Yes baby?" He smiled, kissing her neck again. "I want... I want to feel your cock inside me." She said quickly. "Er...Are you sure?" Tim asked, not remotely expecting her to ask for sex. As a muslim girl, Tim thought the events of the last few hours were pushing it, nevermind losing her virginity! "Yes!" Haifah said, after a little hesitation. "Do you have any condoms?" Tim asked, he certainly didn't want to explain to Haifah's parents how she was pregnant... "We don't need one, I'm on the pill..." Haifah blushed, "I have really irregular periods otherwise" Tim smiled, he much preferred the feeling of sex without a condom. "So..." Haifah started, not sure how to proceed. Tim smiled, and kissed her again passionately on the lips. Once again her pleasured her insides with his fingers, he wanted her as wet as possible. Within moments Haifah was once again lost in the moment, her moans the only breaks in her kissing. Tim slowly moved around, positioning himself between her legs, using his free hand to massage her breasts. He took his finger from inside her and placed his cock at the entry to her pussy. Slowly he worked his cock up and down her slit, coating his cock in her juices and spreading his pre-cum over her. Every pass over her clit made her moan and writhe with pleasure. He returned to her opening again, slowly pushing his cock in half an inch. His girth was not massive, but Haifah the most Haifah had ever taken was his two fingers only a few minutes ealier. Slowly he worked his way in, sliding in an out. Haifah winced a little, but he distracted her with passionate kissing. Soon he was three inches in, he could feel her insides gripping his cock. Haifah moaned with each thrust, wrapping her legs around him. Her arms pulled on his hair, her orgasm building slowly. One of her hands worked its way down to her clit, and began rubbing eagerly. "Cum for me baby..." Tim moaned, barely able to hold back his own orgasm. Haifah smiled, and began frantically rubbing her clit as Tim pounded into her. He could feel her insides tightening around his cock, the hand on his head pulling him down onto her. She moaned, only inches from his ear, as her orgasm came. "Ohh... my....." She moaned without holding back. Her insides tightened and pulsed, her back arched. Her juices sprayed a little, covering Tim's crotch. "Fuck..." She sighed, smiling. Tim rarely heard Haifah say any kind of cuss, but he'd also never seen her naked - so he just smiled and gently fucked her. "Did you enjoy that then baby?" Tim asked, looking her in the eyes. "Mhmm, are you going to cum inside me? I want to feel it" She moaned, pulling him in for another kiss. "Glady!" He replied. He took her arms, placing them above her head, holding them in place. He shuffled forward a little, pulling her legs upwards, allowing his cock to reach deeper inside her. He stared down, to see his cock sliding in and out of her beautiful brown pussy. It did not take long, what with her moaning and her beautiful aroma, for his orgasm to build. "Are you ready baby?" He moaned, barely able to concentrate on the words coming from his mouth. "Cum inside me, I want it!" She moaned back, kissing his cheek. As she moaned in his ear one last time, he felt his cum build inside him. He held it for as long as he could, enjoying his orgasm. Streams of Tim's cum shot into Haifah's virgin pussy. He laid for a moment, limp on her body, before climbing off her, kneeling between her legs. His cum slowly dripped from her pussy, running towards her ass. Tim ran his finger into her, and spread his cum over her clit, then down into her ass. Haifah moaned, and smiled playfully. She beckoned him forward, laying her legs flat so he could straddle her. He moved up her chest, her breasts pushed up and resting against his groin. She took his cock in her hand, still covered in his cum and her juices, and took it into her mouth, sucking it clean. "You're so incredibly hot you know that Haifah?" Tim moaned, wanting to fuck her all over again. Haifah smiled as Tim returned to laying by her side. He pulled her close, cuddling her again. She was so small compared to him, she laid almost looking up at him in the nook of his shoulder. "We should shower?" Haifah said, almost questioning. "Sure, you can turn it on - its always impossible to turn someone else's shower on!" He laughed. Haifah turned to him, kissing him softly on the lips, her breath smelling of her pussy and a little of his cum. She slid from the bed, and disappeared into the bathroom. Tim laid for a moment, at awe with the last few hours. He'd never considered Haifah as anything more than an adopted younger sister, the younger sister of his best friend. He'd never imagined her as anything more, but suddenly he was in love with her. Her kisses were soft, her figure incredible. She was adventurous and eager to please, and she bathed in his attention, cuddling as though she never wanted him to leave. The sound of the shower broke his thoughts, as Haifah returned to the room, her breasts bouncing as she walked, a slight skip in her step. She crawled over the bed, removing the duvet from him, and straddled him. She had wiped much of the cum from her pussy in the bathroom, but a few remnants still dripped down her crotch. Her pussy pushed against his now flacid cock, her breasts hanging like ripe fruit. He took his head in her hands and kissed him passionately once more before smiling at him. "Lets get clean then sexy" She smiled. She moved off him, turned on the bed, showing him all of her ass and pussy as she crawled over the bed. Tim jumped to his knees, catching her on the bed. She collapsed on her knees below him, her pussy ripe for penetration. He held onto her breast, massaging gently, kissing her shoulders. His cock strained to become erect, but he was not ready. "I'm going to fuck you like this later baby..." He moaned in her ear, as she moaned from the pleasure of his wandering hands. "I can't wait!" Haifah smiled, biting her lip. Tim released her, kneeling on the bed. She lifted her ass, pressing it against his crotch playfully, knowing he couldn't resist her. He slapped her ass, sending a shockwave over it, and a moan from her mouth. The two climbed from the bed, entering the bathroom. Haifah's shower wasn't really designed for two, so the shower was certainly snug. The two made the most of the experience though, with Tim cuddling Haifah from behind at every opportunity, and passionate kisses distracting their cleaning whenever they faced each other. "We should eat, I'm starving!" Haifah laughed, drying herself on a towel. Tim watched her for a moment as the ran the towel over her body, pushing her breasts upwards as she dried their undersides. He could feel his cock growing again, as he rubbed it in the towel. Haifah looked over at his erect cock and smiled. She walked over, dropping her towel to the floor, looked up at him and kissed him whilst grasping it. "I can't wait to feel that inside me again" She moaned, before turning away. For a moment Tim wished he could just take her on her knees right then, and fuck her until he came inside her once more. "What food do we have in then? Or are we going out?" Tim asked. "Erm... well if we go out you're going to have to explain to the security guard on the desk how you're staying the night now" She smiled, winking at him. "Oh, I'm staying the night now am I? My hourly rate doubles for night times you know, this 'revision' isn't going to come cheap" He responded playfully, slapping her ass. "I'm sure I can reimburse you somehow" Haifah smiled, "go see what I have in the kitchen while I dry my hair. My shelves are the top 2 in the fridge and the cupboards by the oven." Tim dressed himself, wearing the clothes that he'd taken off so many hours earlier. He wandered to the kitchen, hoping not to see Haifah's elusive flatmate. Haifah's kitchen wasn't huge, but it was big enough for two. The sun had well and truly set by now, with only the lights of the city shining in. Tim opened the fridge to find chicken, and rummaged through the cupboards to find spices. By the time Haifah joined him he'd already marinated the chicken and was ready to cook it. "Well, aren't you a good housewife!" She joked. "Well I've got to try my best for you gorgeous" He replied. Haifah blushed, looking to the adjoining door of her flatmate. "Shhhhhh!" She whispered, holding a hand over his mouth, "Don't say stuff like that in case Bethany hears!" Tim laughed, cheekily squeezing her ass and kissing her before she could stop him. "If you say so," he said, sticking his tongue out playfully. The chicken would take at least a half hour to cook, probably closer to an hour. Tim set an alarm on his phone and he and Haifah returned to Haifah's half of the apartment, through the door to her living area. She had a large three seat sofa, and a TV in the corner. The room, being a student apartment, felt quit devoid of humanity. There were no posters or art on the walls, and the flooring was clearly chosen for its utility over its aesthetics. Tim sat in the middle of the sofa, stretching both arms out wide and laying them across the top of the sofa. Haifah entered behind him, wearing sweatpants and a jumper. She closed the door behind her, before pulling her jumper off over her head exposing her bra-less chest. She turned away from him, bent over, and pulled her sweatpants down - she wasn't wearing underwear. Tim could feel his cock growing, as he frantically tried to undo his belt. Haifah smiled as he struggled, straddling his crotch before he managed it. The front of her pussy rested on his hands, to which she started to slowly grind. Even with her short stature her breasts were face height, and she noticed. She pushed them inwards, both nipples only inches apart, allowing Tim to such each one in turn. A few seconds later she stood up, moving over to the left seat of the sofa, kneeling there over the edge, her elbows balanced on the arms. "Well, what are you waiting for, come and use me!" She moaned, opening her legs a little so she could rub her clit. Tim quickly stood up, he didn't need asking twice! He pulled his jeans down without even unbuckling them, and his boxers with them. He frantically unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side. He knelt beside her on the sofa, staring at her ass and pussy. His hands gravitated towards her ass, spreading it apart and squeezing. Her little asshole opened a fraction. He bent down, gently licking her moist pussy, his nose resting in her ass. She smelled divine, a mixture of the soap from the shower and he gorgeous smell. He, took his right hand and massaged her right breast, his left rubbing her clit with his thumb. A second later his right hand returned to his cock, tugging it once or twice to make sure it was ready. He moved his cock closer to her pussy, kneeling over her. She instinctively pushed back against him, grinding against it covering his shaft in her juices. She moaned as she went, and he bent down, moving her hair to her right shoulder then kissing her. "Fuck me, I want to feel your cum again" She moaned as his lips left hers. Tim grabbed his cock, and lined it up with her opening. She was as wet as earlier, eager to take his cock inside her. He slid in a little, expecting her to require slow gentle movements in and out. But to his surprise, she was soaking, her insides pulling him in. She pushed back against him, sending him deep inside her. He couldn't help moaning as her insides pleasured the length of his shaft, just as she couldn't help moan with the feeling of him inside her. He pulled out, quickly pushing his cock back in. In and out, he fucked her, first holding her waist, before moving his two hands to her hanging breasts. Her left hand returned to her clit, with hi

s left hand holding her steady. Her hair bounced as he slammed against her, her now untethered breast swaying back and forth. Soon she met each thrust with a thrust of her own, biting her lip and throwing her head down in lust. She slowed, tired from her latest workout. She turned to him, and smiled. "Sit on the sofa baby" She whispered. Tim obliged, sitting there. She straddled him, inserting his cock into her. "I want to make out with you whilst your cock is deep inside me" She moaned, as his cock slid in. She took his head in her hands and began passionately kissing him, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. He responded, holding her ass and gently rocking her back and forth, giving her just a little stimulation. Soon her kissing was met with muffled moans, one of her hands wandered down to her breast then her clit, as she began massaging it again. Tim ran a finger into the crack of her ass, pleasuring her hole. She broke from her kiss. "Ooohhh...." Haifah moaned, arching her back and thrusting her breasts into Tim's face. He used his free hand to pull her chest close to him, sucking gently on her right nipple. The speed of her masturbation increased, she rocked back and forth on her own, her insides slowly gripping Tim more and more. "Oh... T...Tim....I'm...going to cummmmm!" She moaned. Tim was sure that if anyone was in the kitchen they would most certainly hear her moans, but he did not care. Haifah orgasmed, sending her juices trickling down his shaft. She immediately began making out with him, barely resting, and continued to rock back and forth on his cock. He could see her sweating a little, struggling to maintain the position. "Tim..." She started. "Don't worry baby, you're tired aren't you?" He asked. She paused for a moment before blushing and nodding. "Don't worry about it baby!" Tim smiled, kissing her passionately, running his hands up the back of her head through her hair. Haifah smiled, and peeled herself off him, collapsing beside him. Her pussy was covered in her own cum, it had coalesced into a thin white cream. She lay for a moment, her legs open wide. Tim slid of the sofa, onto the hard floor below, and moved his head between her legs. He wanted to taste her cum, and he did, gently licking around her pussy, cleaning it of any cum. Haifah moaned gently as he payed extra attention to her clit, sucking it gently, spreading apart her labia to get a good view. His cock was hard still, but losing its stiffness. He returned a hand to his cock stroking it. "Tim! If you're gonna do that I may as well help!" Haifah gasped, trying to mouth words between moans. Tim stood over her, moving to straddle her as he had done before. "How about you cum on my face instead? Guys like that don't they?" She asked, taking his cock in her hand. Tim smiled and nodded, admiring her round breasts once again pressed against his crotch. Her hand slid up and down his shaft, each time bring him closer to cumming. Soon her hand ached, and he took over. She placed a hand over his balls, as he stroked his cock, the tip only inches from her beautiful Pakistani face. She smiled and moaned as he got closer and closer. Her facial expression would alter between each moan, sometimes opening her mouth or biting her lip. He wanted to cum all over her face and he could feel it building. He aimed his cock down, he didn't want to overshoot and get his cum in her hair. She opened her mouth as he approached his climax, eager to swallow as much as possible. "Oh baby..." Tim moaned, as a thick rope of cum shot from his cock. The first rope was followed by another, and another, in total a half dozen streams of cum shot onto her beautiful face. His orgasm was intense but to his surprise didn't shoot far. The majority landed in her mouth, with one rope up on her cheek. Another fell short, dripping down her chin. She used her finger to push it to her mouth, before sucking his cock gently to make sure she got it all. As he stood up she swallowed his cum again, smiling afterwards. "I'm certainly acquiring a taste for your cum Tim," Haifah smiled. Tim laughed, before kissing her again passionately. He licked her pussy one last time, and then ran his cock down its length, using his last ounce of rigidity to push his way in once. Haifah giggled, pulling him in for a final kiss. As they kissed the alarm sounded - food was ready. Tim put his clothes back on, regretting not undoing his belt when he took his jeans off. Haifah ran to her room to wash her face again. The two prepared vegetables, and sat down to dinner in the communal kitchen. After dinner, Tim and Haifah returned once again to her room. At this point it was already around 9pm. "Here, use this!" Haifah said, throwing a toothbrush in Tim's direction from the bathroom doorway. The two brushed their teeth, Haifah leaning against Tim's chest as she brushed. Her hair was more springy now, Tim noticed, probably a consequence of drying her hair. Her eyes looked tired - she had had a long day. Tim and Haifah again returned to the bed, the wet patch that had once been Haifah and Tim's cum had almost dried. Again Tim cuddled Haifah in his arms, spooning her softly. "Haifah..." Tim started, "have you enjoyed today then?" "Yes, thank you!" She beamed. "Have you ever done anything like this before?" He asked. "Honestly? No... I hadn't even kissed a guy before you..." She said, a little embarrassed. "Well, you did just great. I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of someone as gorgeous as you!" He smiled. "I bet you say that to all the girls!" She laughed. Her legs grasped his, her feet running down the length of his leg. Her body tensed for a moment. "I... I love you Tim" She muttered, almost hoping he wouldn't hear. Tim paused, not sure what to say. He lent in, kissed her cheek and whispered "I love you too Haifah" before pulling her close to him. Haifah's body relaxed, her relief obvious. The two laid for a while, talking about trivial things, her family, her time at medical school, her friends. Soon they fell asleep, entwined as before. \*\*\* Tim awoke to a strange sensation. Unlike last time, Haifah was not cuddled up to him, he wasn't even laid on his side. He was laid flat on his back, and his cock was throbbing. He looked down the bed, his eyes still blurry from sleep, the sun peaking around the curtains, casting a mellow orange glow into the room. Haifah was hunched horizontally across the bed, pleasuring his cock with her mouth. She licked up and down his shaft and gently fondled his balls. She hadn't even noticed him wake until his hand wandered towards her. "Good morning handsome!" She whispered, moving towards him for a kiss. Her lips were moist from sucking his cock. Her hand stayed there, pleasuring him as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. "What are we doing today then?" Tim asked. "Well, we can go out into the city..." She started, "or we can stay here in bed all day! Either way, you're not getting out of bed today until you cum inside me!" She smiled, gently biting Tim's lip. He could already feel cum building inside him. She had started preparing him on purpose, he knew it. She suddenly let go of his cock, straddling his chest as he had done hers the night before. She moved her pussy forward, over his mouth, before lowering herself within licking range. Tim obliged, licking her passionately, looking up to see her head thrust back and her breasts proud against the morning light. She rubbed her clit, each time letting out a gently moan. After a minute or so Haifah lifted herself off him, looking down at his lonely cock. "You've pleasured me so much, but I don't want you to get all the fun today and me get nothing" She smiled, winking at him. Haifah returned her attention to his cock, positioning her ass and pussy just to the side of him. As she leant over and began to suck his cock once more Tim slid a finger inside her. She moaned, sending vibrations through his cock. He started fucking her with his finger, slowly, enjoying the vibrations around his cock as she moaned. He removed his finger, as she removed his cock from her mouth. He quickly moved, straddling her from behind, her ripe ass in the air. He thrust into her, her head resting against the bed. Unlike on the sofa, this time he could go deep inside her. He played with her asshole, rubbing it with a finger, slapping her ass with his other hand every so often. With each thrust she moaned, each moan muffled by the bedsheets. Her ass was becoming moist, lubricated by the sweat of their sex. The musky, sweet smell of her pussy rose to meet his nose. He wanted nothing more than to cum inside her. "Cum for me baby, fill my pussy with cum" She moaned, her insides tightening as she approached orgasm. Tim needed little encouragement, he felt his balls swelling, contracting, urgently producing the cum he needed to fill her insides. A moment later his climax came, he stopped thrusting and lifted her shoulders, pulling her chest towards him, standing her on her knees. One arm held her breast, massaging her nipple, as his other hand thrust towards her clit. He sad her back on her knees, his cock sliding out followed by the first drips of his cum. Haifah sat there, receiving everything Tim gave to her, the kisses on her jawline, the massaging of her nipples, and the pleasure around her clit from his rapidly moving fingers. Within seconds she could barely sit still, her body shaking in pleasure, her orgasm came, her juices spraying over the bed, producing a reasonable wet patch under her pussy. When she stopped moaning, the two of them collapsed where they sat, diagonally across the bed. "Oh my god Tim, I don't think I'll be able to move for a while now..." Haifah gasped. "Come here baby, we don't have to go anywhere!" Tim whispered, pulling her back into his arms once more. Haifah smiled, pushing her self limply in his direction. "So, are we going out or staying in?" She asked. "Well, if we're going out we better be coming back! I don't think I can go home knowing this is the last time I'll fuck you today!" He laughed. "Oh... You're going home?" She asked, sounding disappointed. "I thought you'd have lectures tomorrow?" He asked, a little confused. "I don't care if I have lectures, I want you here!" She said proudly. Tim laughed kissing her cheek, "Well, I guess I can stay a few more days. I'll need to get some clothes though." "Well, I guess we're going into the city then! Yay! Shopping trip!" Haifah laughed, grabbing Tim's ass. The two cuddled for a half hour, before heading to the shower once again. This time, there was less cuddling, less fondling. The two got washed, excited for the day ahead of them. Haifah, again, dried her hair while Tim made breakfast. The two headed out, only to meet the security guard at reception once again. "Excuse me," he started, "I thought you were only staying for the day?" "Err.." Tim wasn't sure what to say. "Sorry," Haifah interrupted, "he was helping me study all night. I have exams next week!" She lied. "Oh, well... err... I guess that's fine... Guests are meant to sign in if they're staying over that's all." The guard added. "Well he may be helping me for a few days, or he might be getting a hotel. We're not sure yet! We can sign him in anyway" Haifah lied, shooting a smile to Tim when the guard wasn't looking. Tim and Haifah headed for the city, Haifah showed him her university, and some of the sights of London. After lunch, the two went shopping for clothes for Tim. Tim bought the bare essentials, underwear, deodorant, some shirts. While Tim browsed the underwear aisle Haifah feigned embarrassment, and disappeared, only to call him 15 minutes later after he paid for his items. "Hey, Tim, yeah I'm outside..." Haifah said down the phone. "Where have you been?" Tim laughed, "I had no idea where you went" "Oh, you're worrying about me now huh? Scared I've run of with other men? Getting possessive are we?" She teased, being careful nobody heard. Tim smiled, sticking his tongue out at her. "No I was merely concerned for your safety!" He smiled. "I don't want you getting kidnapped and sold as a sex slave" He whispered in her ear. "Sex slave? Is that what you want ME to be?" She responded, smiling as she whispered it in response. Tim smiled, and gave her a wink. Haifah bit her lip as she looked at him, an act that he found unbelievably sexy. The two walked together down the street, pushing each other playfully as they went. They arrived at a movie theatre, and decided to spend the afternoon watching a movie. "Do you know the best thing about movie theatres during the day on a weekday?" Haifah asked quietly as they walked to the screen. "No?" Tim questioned. "They are pitch black when the movie is on, and they're almost always completely empty!" Haifah smiled deviously, eating a handful of popcorn. They walked into the screen their movie was on, surveying the room. A few people were sat in the front half of the screen, so Tim and Haifah chose the back row. The movie had barely started before Haifah had unbuttoned her jeans. She undid his belt, and unbuttoned his too. Soon Tim felt his hand being placed in her crotch, the feeling over her mound through her underwear divine. He worked his fingers in under her underwear to feel her wet pussy. At the same time her hand pulled his boxers away and a hand entered. She began stroking his cock as he played with her clit. A moment later Haifah pulled his hand out, and slid to the floor. She turned to face him, pulling his underwear and jeans to just above his knees. Tim was uneasy - what if someone came in? It was 30 minutes into the movie, but Tim kept an eye open, making sure no staff came to check on the screen. Tim felt Haifah take his cock in her mouth - when had this quiet little muslim girl become such a sexual deviant? Tim stifled every moan, not wanting to alert the people at the front of the theatre to their antics. A few minutes later Haifah licked the length of his cock and sat back on her seat. She looked over at him, leaning to speak in his ear. "Well, you don't get to cum yet. I want that inside me later." Tim could barely concentrate on the rest of the movie, instead focusing on rubbing Haifah's clit again. She leant over against his shoulder, angling her head towards him. He leaned in, expecting her to speak again, only to hear her moan quietly. "I wish you could fuck me right here..." She moaned. Tim looked around, the action sequences of the movie were loud, the room almost pitch black. He looked at the seat row in front of him, they were a good 2 feet in front. "Haifah," He moaned in her ear, "take off your shoes." She pulled her shoes off her feet. "Now, take off your jeans, and get on the floor" He whispered, careful nobody heard. Haifah smiled, shuffled a little, then disappeared into the darkness during a dark scene. Tim rubbed his cock through his boxers, it was still hard from thinking about her clit. As a dark scene started he pulled jeans and boxers below his knees again, and sank to the floor. He crawled to the right a little, his wide shoulders barely making it between their row of seats and the row infront. He carefully crawled, making sure he didn't appear too high and remain unseen until he felt the mass of Haifah, her legs posed, her puss being rubbed and ready for his cock. He gave her a pussy a quick lick, it was wet with anticipation, he could smell it so strongly over the popcorn smell of the theatre. Tim crawled a little further, pulling his shirt up so his cock could rest against her pussy unhindered. She pulled his head close, until their mouthes met each others ears. "This is so hot Tim, now fuck me..." She moaned. "Gladly baby, I'm going to fill you up!" He moaned back, sliding his cock into her. He was already close to climax from the blowjob he had already received, and the sheer danger involved made it only more sexy. He pumped in and out of her as she rubbed her clit, and kissed him passionately. Her moans were muffled to most by the volume of the movie, but he could hear them, he could feel them. "Are you ready baby, I'm cumming" he moaned in her ear, as his cum erupted inside her. She moaned as it spread around her insides. "Pass me my bag please Tim!" she asked. Tim obliged, passing her bag to her, she reached inside and pulled out a packet of tissues. She stuffed one to her pussy, captured the spilling cum as Tim pulled out. After a few moments he kissed her, before retreating back to his seat, pulling up his trousers on the way. Haifah returned to her seat a few moments later, fully dressed. Taking Tim's hand in hers. She looked at him and squeezed. "That was possibly the best movie I've ever seen" Tim laughed as they left the theatre. "Oh definitely" Haifah smiled, winking at Tim. They sat down to dinner in a restaurant, candles separating them. They could barely look at each other without smiling. The two returned to Haifah's flat, making small conversation with the security guard about how they were going to "revise hard all night". Both of them knew something would be hard all night, and it wouldn't be the revision. When they got to Haifah's room Tim dropped his bag, and pushed Haifah against the wall. At first she seemed shocked, perhaps a little scared, but she soon realised Tim wanted only to make out with her. She threw off her coat, and kissed him back passionately. Tim lifted her holding her at his height, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck. "You are the most sexually attractive girl I've ever set my eyes on," he started "and fucking you in the cinema was so fucking hot...!" She smiled, "Well, I thought if I was going to break the rules and fuck you then why not add a bit more excitement to it," pulling his hair. "Did you enjoy my cum inside you?" Tim asked. "Uhuh... oh! I forgot!" She gasped, releasing his neck. She grabbed her bag, and ran to the bathroom. Tim wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but unbuttoned his shirt and changed into something more comfortable - sweatpants and a T-shirt. A few moments later the bathroom opened slightly. "Tim! Close your eyes!" Haifah commanded. Tim laughed, and closed his eyes. "Ok handsome, you can open them now." She giggled. Tim opened his eyes to see Haifah in front of him, wearing nothing but sexy lingerie. A deep red lace thong, that stood out against her tan skin, and amatching bra. Tim was speechless, she looked like a goddess. "Oh..." He smiled. Haifah wandered over to him, biting her lip, pushing him back on the bed. "You wanted a slave, so, tell me what you want" She whispered playfully. Tim picked her up, it always surprised him how light she was. He kissed her again, moving down to her chest as she laid back in his arms. He sat her on the bed, laying her back, kissing her ankles, her shins, her knees, her thighs. Each kiss getting closer to her pussy. He could see it, her pussy, spread around the thong. He kissed her pussy through the thong, nibbling her labia gently. Haifah moaned gently. He stood up, removed his T-shirt, sweatpants, and underwear. His cock was already hard. It had only been a few hours since the theatre, but he was ready to take her again. "Take off that bra" he commanded. She obliged, sitting up and removing it by the front clasp. Her nipples fell into view, perky and erect. She sat there, pushing her chest out a little, eagerly awaiting her next instruction. "You know what to do now" he smiled. She leant forward, placing her hands around his cock. She began stroking it back and forth. She leant closer, placing the very tip on her lips, a bead of precum pressing against her lips. She looked up at him, licking it from her lips. Her attention returned to his cock, kisses first, the tip, the shaft. Then, between strokes, long licks up the length of his shaft. Finally, she placed his cock in her mouth, taking it in as far as she could. Tim was in ecstasy, her thong covered ass wiggling with each stroke of his cock. Tim pulled away, and laid on the bed. "Take that off" he said, hinting to her thong. She stood in front of him, turned away, and peeled the thong down slowly, exposing her asshole first, then her pussy. "I want to taste it" She knelt over him, facing away, so she could return to his cock. He kept one hand up high and one under her, allowing him to rub her holes while he played with her nipples. Each time he flicked her clit or rubbed her nipple she moaned, sending vibrations through his cock once more. He moved from playing with her holes to inserting his finger into her pussy. She let out a long moan, resonating along his cock. A few moments later he gave his next command. "Lay down" She quickly moved, laying flat on the bed, holding her legs open, ready to take him. He moved around, sucking gently on her nipples and sliding his cock straight into her. She moaned, pulling him in with her legs. She placed her hands above her head, without being forced to. Tim smiled, he kissed her passionately while fucking her slowly. He didn't want to cum, he wanted to enjoy her for as long as possible. He had cum so much in the past two days he knew he had time on his side. "Suck" He moved up, his cock sliding out of her, tracing along her abdomen. She lay there, massaging his balls, licking his cock and taking it in her mouth, moaning the entire time. "Knees" He moved off her, letting her wriggle free. She smiled, turning around and getting onto her knees. "Fuck me baby" she moaned. Tim stood behind her, lining his cock up with her pussy. Again, he slid straight into her, massaging her nipples as he went, careful not to arouse her too much. He slid his thumb over her asshole, massaging it gently. Sliding in and out of her pussy he was getting close. But he did not want to cum in her pussy, or in her mouth. He slid out of her pussy. "Wait" he commanded. Haifah sat hunched over on her knees, not moving, a little confused. Tim leant down into his shopping bag, and pulled a tube out. Lube. "Curl over more, relax a bit baby, I want to fuck your ass" He moaned. Haifah turned to him, looking a little uneasy, but was eager to please. "If that's what you want take it. I'm yours, I've given you everything else baby" she smiled. "If you're sure?" He asked, not sure if she was comfortable. "Fuck me" she moaned, pulling her ass cheeks apart. Tim placed a bead of lube on his cock, spreading it around, and then another on his finger. It was cold to the touch, and her ass tensed as he pressed his lubed finger against her. He gently massaged the lube into her hole, starting first with a finger in, one knuckle at a time. She moaned, getting used to the sensation. He began sliding his finger in and out of her ass, slowly, accompanied by growing moans. He lined his cock up with her ass hole, and pushed. His hard cock had never experienced the ass of a girl before. There was much more resistance than her pussy, but she was limber from his foreplay. His cock slid in, at first half an inch, then an inch. He slid in and out, Haifah's moans growing. "FUCK TIM I WANT TO CUM" she screamed through a moan. "Cum for me then baby!" he moaned, barely able to contain his own orgasm. She began to frantically rub her clit, and within seconds was shaking. Her orgasm came, her ass tightened like concrete around his cock, that was enough. His orgasmed, his cum shooting into her virgin ass, he was barely able to remain upright. As soon as his cock lost some of its stiffness her ass pushed it out, along with a splurt of his cum. Haifah collapsed in front of him, laying on the bed panting. Tim embraced her, kissing her passionately. She responded with her tongue, her hand squeezing his ass. "Did you enjoy that?" She sighed. "It was amazing baby, you're a great slave, so obedient!" He laughed, kissing her forehead. "So is my debt for this revision help repaid now?" She smiled, winking. "Oh, now now, I don't think we can go that far," he replied, sticking his tongue out at her, "I think I'll have to put you on a payment plan". Haifah smiled, cuddling him close. "I could get used to that."

Title: A Load of Bull: Lust Farm II by RPG Tags: Anal, Bovine, Canine, Horse, Impregnation, M/F, Milk, Spooge, Story Series, Tiger, Wolf A Load of Bull by RPG If you can't go into that back room in the video store, you're not allowed here, either. --- [Another story in the "Lust Farm" series. What would a farm be without cows? And what would cows be without milk? Or bulls? Be advised, there's far too much stuff in this one to fit into 10 keywords. ;) Let's get this show on the road.] The farm sat next to the highway, which connected three states, framed as always by it's concealing border of trees. The sun shone brightly and warmly on the land inside, hovering directly above it all, letting the entire farmland bathe in the warm midday light. May the buxom collie made her rounds through the farm. It was a pretty casual day, as casual as a day could get in a place of open sexuality like this. Danny was out in the field, having taken to his position as shearer and unofficial sheepdog, capturing the attention of several bareskinned ewes as he read them an erotic story he had printed out from a website, trying to read it as coherently as possible as one of them quietly sucked him off. A male mouse who worked the haybales was busy taking advantage of the opening rear-end flap in the overalls his female co-worker wore, much to her rapture. May watched it all from a saddle placed atop the broad back of Kirk, the largest stallion on the farm. Not largest because of his enormous, muscular form, but because he was a Shire stallion, which allowed for a particularly long and thick endowment. The hard, veiny mass of horsemeat bobbed and swung, drooling pre from its tip like a St. Bernard drools saliva, as he crawled on all fours toward the barn. May groaned lightly as her mount's pace caused her to bounce lightly up and down, making her pussy trickle at the sensation of the saddle's grip, which was wedged in there the entire ride. However, she retained the presence of mind to remember the last little event of the day. She gave a tug on the reins, which were actually tied around the head of Kirk's pendulous cock. The stallion gave a light grunt and looked up at her. "Take me to the milking shed, please, Kirk. And make it fast." The horse nodded his head, briefly covering his blue eyes in his long, black mane. "Yes, mistress." he said, in his rich, deep voice, and trotted of to the destination, causing May to moan even louder. --- May wobbled off of Kirk's back once he had stopped in front of the milking shed, having had several orgasms on the way there. She smiled and lifted her fingers under his chin, a silent command to stand up. She took a tight grip of his cock, giving it a gentle lick on the flat tip. "You've been a good ride, honey. And good horsies deserve to be rewarded." She pressed his cock up against his chest, then pressing her breasts up against his chest, trapping his cock in between. Her pussy rubbed up against the base of his throbbing cock. She held her arms around his waist and slid her body up and down against him, his cock sliding up and down between her breasts. Because of their height difference, his cock was mouth height to May, which was just an excuse to suck on his flat head like a hungry pup as it came up and down. Kirk planted his large hands against her buttocks as her hips gyrated up and down against his cock, feeling her gasp around his mouthful as his veins raked against her clit. May pulled her head back, reducing her ministrations to simple licking. She could feel him getting close, and knew how she could drive him off the edge. She knew him well enough to know he liked it, and her bladder was driving her crazy. Sighing deeply, tounging his tip, she unleashed a torrent of warm urine, splattering it against the base of his cock as it rubbed up against her, soaking his wildly twitching balls. "Ohhh, gods!" Kirk groaned. "That's gonna... OOOOHHH!!!" The two let out a colective moan as the stallion fired off round after round of creamy, hot equine seed, covering both their faces and chests. When the euphoria of pleasure wore off, Kirk leaned down and cleaned his cum from May's breasts, making sure to give each nipple a quick suck for good measure. "Mrrrr, that was fantastic." he said. "Well, you deserve it. You always know just how to bounce." she replied. "I know what you like," he grinned. "So, what's going on in the milking shed?" "Oh, just a collective milking session. Got a couple professionals coming over to help out. The cows are gonna love 'em." Kirk reached back into the pockets of his saddle, producing a couple small towel, one of which he handed to May, and they both wiped the cum from their faces. "Sound's like fun. Wish I could stay, but my mares need looking after." he said, winking. May giggled and waved him off. "Well, go on then. I've got work to do." Kirk nodded, turned on a hoof, and headed out toward the stables, practically feeling May's eyes on his taut rear end. --- Corin was out at the front as the truck pulled into the driveway, he grinned as two large figures stepped out. "About time," the wolf said. "We were beginning to think you wouldn't show up. Everything's all ready for you." --- Much like a born sheepdog had been assigned to take care of the sheep, a feline was responsible for looking after the cows. Tyson was a big tiger, wearing cropped black hair, his muscular upper body was bare, allowing any to view the myriad stripes that criss-crossed his back and arms. He wore a pair of jeans, a sizeable lump showed in the front. He sat watching as the five pudgy cows he took care of sat in the living area at the front of the shed, giggling and chattering about the day's event. The biggest one, the self appointed leader of the group, was Laurel. The Holstein sat at the middle of the group, simply listening, her crossed arms sat upon by her enormous breasts, each sporting two elongated teats which dribbled milk no matter how long she was milked, and they had a tendency to squirt like crazy whenever she came, which Tyson knew from personal experience. Tyson grinned as he looked her over. Even though she was 52, and two of the other girls happened to be her daughters, she was still incredibly hot, no question about it. He moved over to the equipment locker, rifling through his pocket for the key. Key found, he opened the locker up, taking out 2 sets of breast-pumping equipment specially designed for cows. Not enough to go around all at once, but then again it wouldn't matter, all of the girls liked to be milked naturally too. Tyson grinned, taking out some silvery milk buckets, and closed up the locker as a knock came from the front door. The cows giggled with excitement, except for Laurel, who always kept her composure. She nodded to Tyson, who nodded back and moved to the door. As he moved, he could feel a chill of nerve, plus a strong erection tried hard to escape his pants, he knew he was excited too. He opened the door to see May standing there naked, smelling of horse cum. He called back inside the shed. "Just May, girls." The cows made disappointed noises as May stepped in and looked them over. She nodded to Laurel. "They all ready?" Laurel grinned, breaking her composed facade to show she was excited too. "They always are. IF your 'specialists' get here sometime this week." May chuckled, leaning against Tyson's chest. "They're already here," she said, making the cows squeal with excitement. "I just saw them coming into the back now with Corin." Tyson prodded May in the rear with a thick digit for her attention. "Why do we need 'specialists', anyway? We milk these girls all the time ourselves." "That's not the only reason we called them here. May's starting to get on in years. When we give her a nice room to live out her days, we're gonna need a few more cows." Tyson nodded thoughtfully. "So they're here to breed too? May nodded back. "That's right. Laurel's daughters are old enough for it, now, and they're both ready. I only wish I could stay to watch, but I have to go 'motivate' our accountant back in the farmhouse." May nudged Tyson and stepped back out, he watched her ass swing as she left, envying the accountant. No sooner had he closed the door, then he heard another knock. Opening the door he smiled at the sight of Corin, standing behind the two enormous black bulls, one a little bit taller than the other, both wearing thick sets of horns that curved forwards as they exited their skulls, then curving upwards as they tapered to sharp looking points. Tyson resisted the temptation to make a stupid joke, considering the impending events. "So these are our 'specialists'?" Corin nodded. "Mm hmm, they're here to make the experience a little more enjoyable," he pointed to the taller one firstly. "This is Jack. And this is Sergio." "Are they ready?" asked Sergio. Tyson grinned. "They've been ready for weeks. Come in, before they hyperventilate from excitement." The girls made all manner of excited sounds as the Tyson led the bulls in, followed by Corin, the musky scent of bull sweat visibly aroused them. Jack took notice of Laurel, remaining stoic as ever, making a mental note to get himself a piece of that. "Alright, girls. This is Jack and Sergio," said Corin. "Guys, these are Kim, Rita, Lucy, Maggie, and the big one there is Laurel." "Hi, Jack. Hi, Sergio." the cows said affectionately in unison. Jack was already beginning to unfasten his belt. "Hello, ladies. We all ready to have fun?" There was a flurry of nods, including from Laurel. Jack winked and dropped his pants, eliciting ooh's and ahh's from the cows. He held his cock up, stroking it gently into arousal. "You girls aren't the only ones who're gonna get milked today." He nodded to the other males who all hurriedly undressed. Tyson moved to gather the milking equipment, two of the cows murred as they admired his taut, stripey rear-end. He tossed one set over to Corin and sat behind Maggie, a fair-haired Jersey. He leaned over her shoulder, nuzzling against her cheek. She sighed as she felt his erection sliding up between her buttocks, just under her tail. He placed small transparent siphons over each teat, fitting snugly, making her look like she was wired to the pump by her breasts. He set the releasing pipe into the bucket, bending forward more, pressing his tip against her tail. He licked at her cheek and turned the pump on, making her gasp as the incredible suction force began to greedily suck the milk from her breasts. Tyson smiled as he saw the white fluid travel down the flexible transparent pipes, disappearing into the pump to reappear and trickle into the bucket. "You ready?" he whispered into her ear. Maggie nodded, to horny for words, and lifted her plump rear end for him. Tyson growled with lust and took hold of her hips, slowly sliding his cock to the hilt into her tailhole. Maggie gripped the floor tightly, throwing her head up and moaning loudly as the flow of milk from her breasts got stronger. The tiger chuckled as he began to pump in and out of her, cows always produced better when they were really, really horny. By this time, Corin was already hard at work. The completely white-furred Rita was rapidly riding the wolf's cock up and down as he added impetus to the milk being pumped from her breasts by squeezing them tightly, one lonely siphon lay on the floor as he sucked milk from her free teat like a hungry cub. Jack and Sergio were already busy with Kim and Lucy, Laurel's two daughters. Each pairing facing each other, a single bucket between them as the bulls fucked the cows rapidly. They squeezed their partner's breasts, squirting milk into the bucket, but mostly on each sister. Jack aimed a teat at Sergio, sending him a shot of milk, which he caught in his mouth skillfully. Laurel sat back in the middle, watching the display with interest, absently rubbing at her wet pussy. Finally deciding to get involved she crawled up to Kim, as Jack pounded hard into her repeatedly. Laurel pressed her breasts against those of her daughter, coating both sets in milk. Jack got even more aroused as the mother passionately kissed her daughter, their tongues mingling. Laurel pulled back, her tongue touching that of her daughter until the end. She stood up and pressed her drooling pussy against Kim's muzzle, who obediently began pleasuring her mother with her broad tongue. Jack leaned in and joined in, Laurel gasped as two tongues, bucking up and down with Jack's rapid pumping motions, probed deep within her experienced cunt, milk leaking from her teats like bad faucets. Sergio and Lucy shifted themselves closer, both applying their tongues to Laurel's flexing anus. Laurel moaned out loud, squeezing her breasts in ecstasy, squirting milk all over the wall. Their bent-over positions allowed Kim and Lucy better aim at the bucket between their mother's legs, and with the help of the two bulls currently mating them, the bucket began to fill more quickly. Corin groaned, biting lightly on his mouthful of teat as he felt himself getting close, his knot having filled Rita with a satisfying pop. A chance glance to a window behind Tyson, who was still hard at work fucking Maggie in the ass, to see two heads bobbing up and down as they watched the display from outside. It was Danny, watching intently along with a black-haired ewe who was apparently riding him as they watched the "milking session". Neither of them noticed they had been spotted, they were busy watching the five-bovine party off in the corner. Corin grinned, the sheer voyeurism sending his pleasure into overdrive. He gave off a howl and fired jet after jet of hot lupine seed up into Rita's womb. He lay back, letting her rest on top of him, waiting out the tie. Tyson shifted Maggie onto her side, lifting her leg over his shoulder and began to pound her tailhole hard, gritting his teeth with exertion as he felt himself getting close. Maggie's tongue lolled out with lust, the tiger's rapid pumping motions shaking her to the bone. Tyson threw his head back, releasing a deep growl from his throat as he gave one final hard thrust and emptied the contents of his fuzzy, white balls into the panting cow. Laurel held tightly to Jack's horns as the four tongues pleasured her to near breaking point, her head tilted back, her eyes glazed over and her mature breasts leaking milk profusely. There was nothing better than this, being licked to extreme pleasure by her own daughters and the future fathers of her grandchildren, whose coming existence was becoming more and more assured as the pleasure built in all five of them. Then it all happened at once, they all howled out as they came, Laurel's tits squirting milk copiously, mimicking the cocks of Jack and Sergio as they impregnated her daughters. When she came down from the enormous high, Laurel made sure to give the two bulls a kiss before lying down onto her velvet pillow in the middle of the room. After several minute of being stuck inside Rita, Corin finally popped out, standing up and moving the very full milk buckets out of the way. The remaining males pulled out of the females and began gently licking the sweat off of each other. After they had regained the energy, they all stood up, uncertain of what to do next. Laurel looked to Jack, who gave her a sly grin back. The older bovine turned and wiggled her behind, enticing him to press his chest against her back, his erection becoming strong again, pressing against her rear. Laurel winked to Tyson, who met her chest to chest. The two males grinned to each other over her shoulder and entered her at both ends at once. "OHH!" Laurel moaned. "That's it, boys! Give it to me good!" The bull and the tiger obliged her pumping into her slowly in unison. Tyson squeezed Laurel's breasts as they ground against his chest, making her spurt her milk onto his snowy-furred chest. The other cows gathered together, sitting side by side, signaling Corin and Sergio to stand before them. They all shared a guilty little pleasure, one that no male had refused yet, and no change would result here. "We love to be covered in male's milk." Maggie explained. Sergio nudged Corin and the two chuckled, looking over the horny, naked cows who looked up hopefully at them. "Well, we've got plenty of it, don't we?" Oh, yeah," said Corin. "Say please." "Pleeeeeezzzze???" she girls said in their best pleading tone. The two males winked to each other. Corin surprised them when he reached over to stroke Sergio's meat, a gesture the bull returned to the wolf's delight. The cows decided to urge them along a little faster. Maggie turned and kissed Kim passionately, exchanging saliva along their tongues. Lucy leaned over Rita and began to suckle the milk from her breast, squeezing the other, making Rita moan with pleasure. The two males flashed naughty grins down at the cows as they stroked each other's cocks, the sight of the four sexy girls rubbing, kissing and squeezing each other creating enough stimulation for Corin and Sergio to begin getting off quickly. Corin stood on his heels, hissing through his teeth as he felt himself getting close. The growing heat he felt from Sergio's cock told the wolf that his partner was getting close too. "Get ready, girls," Corin warned. "We're almost there!" The four cows stopped what they were doing and got up on their knees in from of the two males, side by side, keeping each other's breasts pressed against each other, bearing cheek to cheek grins, and were rewarded at the wolf and the bull erupted jets of hot semen all over their breasts. "Aahhhhh..." Corin groaned, patting Sergio on the cock. "Now that's the way to milk a male." "No, that's just one way.," said Sergio. "Would you girls like to taste our milk too?" The girls enthusiastically nodded and began to lick and suck at Corin and Sergio's packages, two to a male. "Of course," Corin remarked. "How thoughtless of me." Jack and Tyson were now hard at work pumping Laurel full of their meats at both ends, the elder cow held tightly to the thin furs on Tyson's chest as the moaned at the feeling of the two cocks sliding in and out of her passages like twin pistons. "Mmm... About time I got to do this." said Tyson. "Ahh! Hahh! All you had to do is ask!" said Laurel "Nng... Yeah," said Jack. "How could she not accept? Rrf... She's hotter than hot. She's practically begging for you to fuck her." Tyson held on to her hips tighter and thrusted harder. "Heh, guess your right." The two grinned and continued to pump her in unison, Jack could swear he could just barely feel the head of Tyson's cock through the separation between Laurel's pussy and rear passage, it merely excited him further and drove him on. He whispered into Laurel's ear. "Watch this." With that, Jack leaned forward over Laurel's shoulder and planted his lips against Tyson's, probing them with his tongue until he felt Tyson's rough feline tongue against his and the two intertwined. Laurel giggled, enjoying the two males who frenched each other as they fucked her. Tyson gave her a swat on the rump with his long, stripey tail. The two really got into it, kissing deeply, their balls rumbling as the pleasure built. The tongues of the cows on Corin and Sergio's cocks met as they pleasured the hot sexual organs. Each pairing would give and occasional suck or nip onto a cockhead or ballsack. The males felt themselves getting close already. Needing no signal, the cows pulled back, pressing their cheeks close to each other in pairs as the two males fed them their hot seed. Maggie giggled, tasting Corin's cum. "Mm, my kind of milk." "Yeah." said Kim, licking Sergio's cum off her cheek. "High in protein." The males that fucked Laurel pounded her harder than they had before, both having pulled back from their long kiss to grip Laurel's shoulders gently in their teeth as the pressure between their legs built to incredible levels. Laurel threw her head back; electric surges of pleasure building all over her body. Then they all came at once, Jack and Tyson unloaded wave after wave of semen into Laurel's body as she bathed Tyson's face and chest in warm milk. As they came down from their high, the three held tightly to each other. Laurel and Jack leaned in to clean the milk from Tyson with their broad tongues. "Ohhh, that was fantastic." Tyson gasped. "You deserve it." said Laurel. "You take such good care of us." "But that was only the beginning," said Jack, winking. "We've got the whole night to ourselves." And the 'milking session' continued on into the night, several more buckets being filled and all of the cows too. As the sun began to go down, May passed by the cow shed, alive with the sounds of male and female moaning. When she came to the side, she saw Danny laying naked and half-asleep on the top of a large crate that sat under a shed window, a sleeping black-haired ewe lay with her head on his stomach, unconsciously sucking on his cock. May grinned and walked up to them, Danny blinked wearily as he looked up to the collie. "Good show, was it?" she asked. Danny winked to her. "You know it." \>That's part 2 in the bag. Coming up next, Kirk shows the new filly the in's and out's of horse breeding. Don't touch that... what dial? --- "Gynecology? I didn't know you had your hand in that." \~RPG '05

Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Other Inflation, Female Inflation Text: My friend was a curios one, her name was Sarah; she was always up to something. But this time it seemed like she was overly excited about something new. She was standing in front of me with a light brown dress, it was almost transparent, and it reached above her knees and was revealing some of her firm thighs. You could see she was wearing a black bra, but you couldn't see her panties through it. She was wearing a thing belt around her flat stomach for a more visible waistline. My friend wasn't the most busty girl in town, but she had boobs, I would guess she was about 36-D although no cleave today. Her hair is long dark brown and curly, her lips were wearing red lipstick and she have big brown eyes which could attract any and make him obey her will.. She was probably one of the hottest girls in the neighbourhood or maybe in town. Anyway, enough of that, the important thing was she was jumping up and down in front of me, you could see her dress blew in the wind as she was jumping up and down, while her boobs were bouncing along with her. "To bad I was in the *friend zone eyh?*" Again, enough of that. I asked her what she was on about. And she giggled and leaned forward towards me, I could clearly see her bust now, as her dress opened at top, due to her weight of her breast and gravity of course (Silly me). She said, "I have a huuuge surprise for you" and giggled some more. I answered, "Am I going to see you naked today?" with a silly tone in my voice. She just laughed at me saying; first you need to come with me. I just answered her "alright, alright I'm coming with you" as she took my hand and dragged me along with her. We arrived at a amusement park, I thought to myself, I never seen that around before, and its huge! She jumped excited up and down again saying "here we are!" I just nodded slightly to her and said "Is this the surprise? A new amusement park? How did it get here anyway, I can't remember seeing it before?" She just shake her and said "Yes, yes, and never mind that silly" as she giggled and pulled my hand. We came up to the entrance and she asked for two tickets, the seller wished us a good day and told us to enjoy the parl. When I came in I tried to look around, and there was tons of people here. I thought to myself that I can't believe I never heard about this place, but kept thinking, never mind that, I'm going to have fun. I kept looking around, but I couldn't find any attraction except a roller-coaster, a few different houses which you couldn't look into, and loads of booths with sales men screaming something. I couldn't make sense of what they were saying, due to the distance. Sarah pulled my hand again, "common silly, let's have fun!" We walked a minute or so before we met a women looking at us as she smiled. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and just bikini panties and walked bear footed. She was well fit and had quite big breasts, a little bigger the Sarah's breast I think. Her hair was blonde and pretty much straight down, although she was wearing it well. She reached her hand out and greeted us. I could see on her left breast it said "STAFF". I greeted kindly back to her and smiled, and so did Sarah. The lady said her name was Camilla, I thought that was a usual name, but didn't make any comment on it. She looked at me and giggled. I just thought to myself "now what?" She reached her hand out with a bikini in it, it was white and probably fit Sarah quite well, but instead of giving it to Sarah, she was giving it to me instead. I grabbed it and looked at her as a question mark. "W-w-wait. Why are you giving me this?" She just giggled and said," You might need it soon." I screamed out to her, "I'm not putting on a bikini!" She just giggled some more, and said "I'm sure you will." Sarah just looked back at me and pulled her hand around me, "just keep it for now. It's okay" She said. As it was Sarah, I thought to myself, guess it couldn't hurt carrying it for a while. I suddenly got stung by something. "Ouch!" that hurt. Sarah looked at me and asked if I was okay. I just smiled and said "sure, it was just a bug bite." Sarah smiled back and said glad you're okay. She pulled my hand again as I was to follow her, but I had to let go as the bug bite was scratching on my arm. It looked a bit swollen I thought to myself. Suddenly I felt tingly all over my body and I panicked. "Sarah, I feel weird, I think I might have been allergic to that bug!" The tingling kept increasing. Sarah just stood back looking at me as she said "I'm sure you'll be fine, you are just worried" and smiled. I looked down and felt something weird beneath my t-shirt. I looked down and my nipples were all hard. Suddenly I felt my crotch get all warm as well. I looked back at Sarah. "Are you sure? I asked her. Again she just looked at me "I'm sure you'll be fine, don't worry." She said as she was certain, almost to certain. I felt something was changing about my short blonde hair; I quickly grabbed my head and felt my hair grow longer in my hands. "What the..? I yelled in slightly panic. I could feel something kept pressuring my t-shirt outward at the same time, so I moved my hands back down and felt like I had gotten small boobs. My heart skipped a beat. I could feel them growing in my hands. My crotch still felt warm, but didn't think much in to it, as much was happening on the same time. Sarah just looked at me and said "Don't worry, you'll be fine." I snapped back at her and tried to say, "No!" But as I was opening my mouth, my voice felt different. I chuckled again, and tried to make it darker, but it was impossible. "No! I won't!" I grabbed my mouth as a I quickly realised I sounded like a girl. Sarah was still looking at me and started to laugh. I felt a heat wave hit me as I tried to get hold on everything that happened. I stumbled a little and tried to keep on my feet when I realised my pants wasn't fitting as they should anymore. I reached down and felt my arse feeling a lot rounder then it had a few minutes ago. Sarah was still laughing at me, as she couldn't stop. I took one hand and grabbed my pants to keep it up and used the other one to try forcing back in a my new developed breast which was still growing and was about the size of Sarah's breasts back in again. I could feel my hair was getting pretty long now and said to Sarah "help me!" My voice sounded like a woman's voice now, sexy and soft if I could say it myself. The tingling stopped. Sarah looked at me as she was crying of laugher and had a hard time keeping on her feet. "You.. haha.. You.. You better go inside and change to that bikini." and pointed towards a wardrobe. I felt like my head was going to explode from the embarrassment. But I slowly walked to the wardrobe and decided I would change. I quickly realised once I started to take of my clothes I was truly a girl now. Wonder if I ever will change back again I thought as I grumbled. When I came back out Sarah was stilling laughing, "I can't stop laughing" she said. I giggled back and cool feel my boobs bouncing. "haha, that's for laughing at me." She grabbed her own boobs, and I noticed they had gotten a little bigger. Just a inch or so. But they did seems a little firmer. She said "do my breasts look bigger" as she squeezed them. "they sure look so" I said is grabbed them. She kept laughing and kept trying to say "I can't stop laughing... I can't stop laughing!" Her breast seemed to grow bigger in front of eyes, as they were blowing up. They had grown about two sizes by now. And I you could clearly see her light brown dress getting pulled upward revealing more and more of her thighs. Sarah grabbed the end of her dress trying to pull it down again. Suddenly her breast seems to float up towards her face. She grabbed them again and pulled down down. They had grown to two football sizes now (yes proper football, not the American one), they kept getting bigger and bigger and I could see her panties, they were white and was fitting quite well around her arse. You could see she had to force them harder down by putting more weight on them as they got bigger and bigger. A few second later they were like two huge balloons, and she was her toes moaning, she had stop laughing now. Sarah's breasts stopped growing now. She said, I can't get down on my heels again. And giggled and tried to walk, but was just scratching the ground. She laughed of her state, but stopped quickly and said, "oh no.. ahh see you later!" her feet wasn't touching the ground anymore and she started to float. She quickly explains she was coming down again about 30 minutes or so, and she would find me then if I wasn't in the same situation. I looked up to her and said "uuhh. Okay." A bit unsure of what's going to happen next. Over her I could see some sort of netting about a 100 meters up in the air (YES, meters, I'm Scandinavian). I thought to myself she'll be okay, she's been here before it seems. I could see Sarah float higher and higher as her boobs got bigger and bigger, she could no longer hold her arms around them anymore, even though she tried. I screamed back to her. "See you soon!" I decided to look around, was approaching the booths, a sales man screamed. Buy helium guns here!" I walked towards him and asked him what that was for. He looked back at me and asked if I was new here? I replied "yes" carefully as I was a bit unsure if that was a good idea considering what happened last time someone figured out. The shop keeper quickly replied. "Ahh. Let me explain, if you shoot someone with this, they will get slightly inflated with helium. You would have to use like 10 shots to fully inflate someone and make them float away." I looked back on the man and asked "wont it hurt to be shot?" The man looked back on me and picked up a gun. He said "no, you will only feel a pinch in the area where you get shot." He picked up his gun and aimed at me, "wait! No!" I said before I could feel a pinch in my arm. "ouch." I managed to say, but it wasn't really that bad, just like a small little hitting you and stops hurting after a second or so. The man looked at with a smile and I took a step backwards. It felt like air was rushing though my body. I felt my bikini panties and thighs get a bit firmer and tighter, not touching each other, but a little tighter if I could put it that way. My breast started swelling a little too. They grew a couple of centimetres (still Scandinavian) They still fit my bikini, but looked like I had a bit bigger bust. The air flow stopped in a instant and I stopped getting bigger. The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Now?" I just replied. "I look even hotter now! And I was a bit excited about my new body. The shopkeeper said that it's a bit expensive gun, so you might want to try being here without one first and look around. I said "thank you" and kept walking. I approached a fountain. I could see tree ladies standing in circle around a fourth lady. The fourth lady hand long curly blonde hair, she was well fit and had quite a big bust. She was wearing a white tight tank top with a blue bra underneath and some skin tight jeans shorts. She was suddenly breaking out of the ring saying "Stop it! Stop!" while she was slightly giggling with a sort of worried look on her face. One of the ladies had gun in her hand which looked pretty much like the shop keepers gun. I could see the lady who just broke out of the ring grabbing her breast and giggled. The girl with the gun aimed at her and giggled a little, he pressed to trigger and she hit the girl holding her breast on her arse. There as a little "ouch" coming from here, but nothing more. I could see her breast grew a little bigger again, and her shorts getting tighter a long with her thighs which seemed to star pushing against each other. Her breast looked like she's a porno star or something. Again she went "stop it" and giggled as she tried to walk a little. Again the girl took aim and fired. The girl being shot on didn't say anything now. Her breasts stared to float up towards her face, but she gently forced them back down by holding them. Her belly seemed to swell a little outwards, not much, but gently. She was shot 4 more times rapidly. I could see her body swelling more rapidly again now. She still holding her breast, but had to put more weight on them. She had to adjust her stance as her belly started to bloat much faster outwards and she started moaning. Like if she was enjoying it. She was more and more forced to kneel down to the size of her growing belly. Finally she knelt down properly and moaned "enough now" and giggled some more. Again the girl took aim and shot her 3 more times rapidly. The girls belly started to inflate again along with her breast. Little by little her breasts and belly started to make her more and more spherical absorbing her arms and legs. She started to float in the air as she got more and more spherical. She giggled and said "Unfair! Suppose I see you in 30 minutes! Byeee!" The three girls left the area as they smiled to each other and giggled. Suddenly someone grabbed my breasts from behind saying "Gotcha" with a girls voice. My body froze, but it felt good at first as someone finally touching me but I didn't realise who it was, so I turned around slowly to take a look.

Title: Dark Nativity... by firefox_b Tags: M/F, Reptilian, Reverse evolution, carnivore \_ **Dark Nativity** \_ John and Marsha were hoping for a baby, but instead they got a Velociraptor. At their prenatal sonogram, Dr. Janus examined repeated images, only to determine that there was no mistake. "I'm afraid I have bad news," the physician advised the expectant couple. "Your child is grossly abnormal. I would strongly advise that you terminate the pregnancy!" Marsha shook her head in disbelief. "What exactly are you saying, Doctor?- -Is the child deformed? Is there a genetic abnormality?" "No," replied Dr. Janus. "Your child is perfectly healthy. It is also not human." "Not human? What do you mean, Doctor?," asked John, struggling to understand. "Have you ever heard it said that ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny?," asked Dr. Janus. "No, I suppose not...well, the development of the individual parallels the evolution of the species prenatally. At one point in its development, even a human embryo has what would become in another species gill slits. Well, for reasons unknown, your unborn child has failed to develop past a reptilian stage.- - You must abort it!" Marsha shook her head firmly in the negative. "Every child is a gift from God, Doctor...and I intend to carry this pregnancy to full term!" "But my good woman!," interjected Dr. Janus, "This 'child' is of a different species entirely! It is not even remotely human!" "Doctor, you heard what my wife said," advised John. "We're having this baby!" "You are within your rights," said Dr. Janus, "but Marsha may not survive her pregnancy, and the product of the pregnancy will be completely unpredictable!- - Don't say that you haven't been advised of this!" The couple stood their ground, and some months later found themselves in the delivery room where following a long and torturous labor Marsha gave birth to something inhuman. The infant Velociraptor practically erupted from its human mother, drawing gasps from the attending physician Dr. Janus and nurses. Pausing only momentarily, the small but fully functional creature sprang to the face of Dr. Janus, swiftly removing his nose with its hooked talons and needle-like teeth. The bloodied Velociraptor then leaped to the floor, issuing a high-pitched cry and making good its exit when an additional nurse entered the delivery room. Dr. Janus sputtered through the blood of his ruined face as he struggled to speak. "So this is your 'gift from God,' eh?," he gasped. "Pray to God that He takes it back!" The physician collapsed to the floor as the Velociraptor worked its way through rooms and corridors of the great metropolitan hospital, administering toxic care to everyone that it met. Then it abruptly stopped to sniff at the air, moving with agitation and excitement in another direction. Not far away, you see, another unusual birth had occurred. Mary had a little lamb, and the raptor sensed tasty prey...

Title: Leafblade - Chapter 2 by Isaac Coyote Tags: Coyote, Fantasy, No-Yiff, Wolf Leafblade By: Isaac Coyote Chapter 2: Liandra of Another World King Alshaer made his way towards the front of the manor without hesitation, with a look of contentment on his face. He was an older wolf, nearing his forties in age. His fur was travel-worn and dusty, but the silvers of his fur still shone as though the sun itself hid beneath his hide. He was rather fit, and looked a good five years younger than his proper age. His clothing was simple enough for traveling, a brown traveling tunic and a pair of blue breeches, but still had an air of nobility to the style. His blue eyes held a commanding and intimidating presence to them, which was only enhanced by his perfect posture. Strapped on his back was a short sword, with the hilt sticking just over his right shoulder. Liandra, Princess of the Alshaer Kingdom, followed behind him. While her features expressed a large amount of relief, she did not share the same contentment of her father. Liandra was an extremely beautiful wolf, with snow white fur and passionate blue eyes. Her eyes also had a constant distant look, as if Liandra wasn't quite there all the time. Her dress was a faded lavender, designed specifically for travel. It was not too loose around her legs, in order to prevent it from getting caught, yet at the same time not so tight that walking was a task on its own. The sleeves started just below her shoulders and extended just past her elbows. Tarin was trying to puzzle out in his mind why the King and Princess were walking up to the manor instead of by their usual carriage. He still hadn't figured it out when Lady Aunair nudged Tarin forward, silently reminding that he needed to move. He fell in behind Princess Liandra, just to her left, by the time she reached the front steps. King Alshaer barely acknowledged Tarin when he fell in place, but Liandra gave him a forced, but friendly, smile. Tarin returned the smile politely, but he did not feel it. If she was acknowledging him now, then something was wrong. She typically pretended not to see Tarin until she needed him, or was instructing him. It seemed she once heard her father say that a good servant should not be seen unless it's needed, and she misunderstood his meaning. Lord Aunair moved to greet King Alshaer and Princess Liandra halfway up the stairs. As a measure of formality, Lord Aunair bowed to the King. Lady Aunair wasn't far behind, curtseying to the King. King Alshaer motioned with one paw for them to stand, and they returned completely to their feet. "It is an honor that you grace us with your presence, your Majesty." Lord Aunair replies grandiosely. King Alshaer places a paw over his eyes, letting a small sigh escape from his muzzle. "Can we skip the formalities, old friend? Just this once?" He let his paw fall and met Lord Aunair's gaze. "My daughter and I have had a long trip. If at all possible, could a bath be prepared for us?" "Right away, your Majesty." Lord Aunair replied before turning and giving two quick orders to the servants at the door. They quickly ran into the manor, not even giving a "yes milord" in a reply. Lord Aunair paid no notice to this slip. "Your baths will be ready immediately." He eyed Princess Liandra a moment, and then glanced to Tarin. Tarin shuddered, not sure what to expect from that look. "Would her Highness perhaps prefer another servant to aid you, even if just for your bath?" Liandra gave Lord Aunair a confused look. "Whatever for, my Lord?" King Alshaer patted Liandra on the back. "It is alright, daughter. If you do not mind, I would wish to steal away your loaned body for the sake of my bath." He looked to Tarin, then back to Liandra. "This is, of course, if you would be so kind as to allow it." Liandra gave Tarin a quick, uncertain, look before nodding. "If you wish, father." She turned and spoke to Tarin this time. "Toroy, you are to remain with my father for the duration of his bath, and when he dismisses you, find me immediately. Do not delay." Tarin nodded, bowing his head. "Yes, your Highness." Tarin was growing more and more confused. Both the princess and the King had now specifically requested him, for whatever reason they had. Tarin desperately wanted to know why he had the royal family's attention today, but a good part of him also dreaded finding out. He moved to the King and bowed. "I am at your Majesty's command." Tarin did not look up from his bow, so he could not see King Alshaer's immediate reaction, but there was the sound of amusement in his voice when he spoke. "If you would be so kind as to lead me to my bath, young Tarin." "Yes, your Majesty." Tarin replied, straightening from his bow and starting to move towards the manor. "If you would follow me." Tarin almost dared a glance at Rayac as he passed, but he didn't think he could do so unnoticed. He thought he saw a smile on his friend's face, but out of the corner of his eye, it could've been anything. Tarin led the King to the guest bath in silence. The King, however, did not remain silent during the entire walk. His Majesty felt it necessary to inform Tarin of the road conditions between Alshaer and the Aunair Manor. Tarin politely listened, just enough to reproduce the important parts if he needed to, but the condition of travel didn't seem that interesting to him. Upon arriving at the bath, Tarin held the door open and followed the King inside. The bath was ready, steam rising from the hot water in the tub in the middle of the room. "If your Majesty does not object," Tarin offered, "I may assist you as you need." "Oh, but I do object." King Alshaer replied kindly. "The bath is one of the few luxuries I get to enjoy doing for myself. I do appreciate your offer, young one. Thank you." Tarin was getting frustrated at the day. Every time he was just getting his mind straight, something would confuse him again. The King wanted him to accompany him to the bath, but he did not want help. "Then what purpose do I have, your Majesty?" As soon as the words were out, Tarin realized how bad they came off, so he hurriedly added. "I find I can assist better by knowing my tasks prior to needing be done, as it also aids your Majesty's enjoyment of the bath." "I simply request your company and your conversation." King Alshaer replied. "Stand or sit where you feel comfortable and converse with me. It would be good to have a new opinion on a few things." Tarin needed to sit right then. He would have just sat on the floor, except it would not have gone over well. He found the nearest chair and half-fell into it. He managed to choke back a small yip as he sat on his tail wrong. In their ten years of visiting, King Alshaer hadn't said as many words to him ever. Now he wanted to have a conversation with him. "My opinion means nothing, your Majesty." Tarin half whispered. "Nonsense." King Alshaer replied, patting Tarin on the shoulder. "I don't expect you to understand, yet. You're too young. Rayac wouldn't understand either." He added, clearly trying to make Tarin feel better despite being told something was beyond him. "When you're older, you will understand." With that, his Majesty began to remove his clothing. Tarin watched the king undress with a sort of withdrawn appeal. His Majesty was not a young wolf, but he was still in good form. His muscles were visible around the thick parts of his arms and legs, despite the fur covering them. Even though most of it was dirty and somewhat caked, his fur was a beautiful shade of silver that resonated light even with a lack of a natural source to aid it. His tail was perfectly groomed, and had a very small amount of dust and dirt on it. The fur did not lie down neatly, but even that appeared intentional. His Majesty's buttocks was firm, matching the perfection of the rest of the king's body. Even his sheath, the part Tarin paid the least amount of attention to, was decently sized, suggesting that what was hidden beneath was a good size as well. Tarin lowered his head, no longer wanting to see the king's naked body. It made him all the more ashamed of his own. The faint sound of splashing informed Tarin that his Majesty had safely retreated into the tub, making it safe to look again. A small sigh escaped the king's muzzle. "One of the few luxuries I am allowed to enjoy in peace." "Is everything to your liking, your Majesty?" Tarin inquired politely. King Alshaer smiled, closing his eyes. "Everything is perfect, thank you." He sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the relaxing sensation of the hot bath. "What do you know of the war, young Tarin?" He spoke up finally. Tarin looked confused for a moment, not sure what he expected to hear. With no idea what the king wanted, he spoke honestly. "Not much, your Majesty. Only what Master Rayac tells me." "What are your thoughts on the war?" Tarin hesitated. "I have no opinion, your Majesty. It does not affect me." The king lifted his head to look at Tarin. Seriousness rested in his eyes. "But it does affect you, even if you do not realize." He sat up, exposing his bare chest. "You must hold some opinion." "I have the opinion given to me, your Majesty." Tarin replied automatically. "I am disappointed in the way you were raised." The king replied bluntly. "Lord Aunair speaks little of your upbringing, and Lady Aunair simply tells me that it is not important. Perhaps I can speak with your parents about your raisings. Where are they?" "They died, your Majesty." Tarin replied, sullenly. "Almost twelve years ago." He lowered his head, not taking his eyes off the king as he spoke, but face turned to the ground. His Majesty's face lost all emotion. He watched Tarin for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words. The silence dragged, and Tarin nearly apologized for having responded as he did, but the king spoke before he had a chance to voice his thought. "I apologize; I had no right to pry into your past." Tarin lifted his eyes, without moving his head, to look at King Alshaer. "I do not even remember it, your Majesty. I was told I witnessed it, but I was a young pup when it happened." The king stood up and began working the soap through his fur, but it was a distracted action, as all of his attention was on the young coyote speaking to him. Tarin averted his eyes again, feelings of inferiority once again washing over him. "You have my assurance that I will not hold anything against you if you do not wish to continue this conversation." "I will answer any questions you wish to ask, your Majesty." Tarin replied solemnly. The swishing of water told Tarin that the king was moving in the tub. The smell of wet fur and soap growing stronger should have been a hint that King Alshaer was moving closer, but he was wrapped up in his attempt at not admiring the artistic beauty of the king's body that he didn't realize he was right over him until he had one finger under Tarin's chin, lifting his face to look at the king. King Alshaer was still standing in the tub, but his upper half was leaning forward, just enough to reach Tarin. "I rarely get the opportunity to speak so candidly with my subjects. It is a difficult task to remind myself what I must do as King to better the lives of those beneath me." Tarin resisted the urge to pull away. That one finger held him in place better than if King Alshaer had grabbed his entire muzzle with his paw. "Your Majesty is wise," He replied politely. "Whatever you decide is what is best." King Alshaer barked a mirthless laugh. "I have advisors to be wise for me. All I can offer is thoughtful." He smiled kindly at Tarin. "Forgive me. You are a bit too young to understand politics." He straightened, releasing his imaginary hold on Tarin's muzzle. Tarin did his best to keep eye contact while King Alshaer continued cleaning dirt out of his fur. "I ask again, young Tarin, for your opinion on the war." "Why do they fight?" Tarin asked directly. He almost overlooked the fact that he didn't properly address the king, but if King Alshaer noticed, he did not seem to mind the oversight. "That is a very simple question," King Alshaer replied, not giving Tarin a chance to correct his mistake, "that has a far more complicated answer." The king slid back into the water, and began to explain. "Each individual finds their own reason to fight. Some fight for glory. Some fight for power. Some simply fight to be fighting." "That does not make sense, your Majesty." Tarin responded, remembering his proper reply this time. "You have to understand how people think, pup." King Alshaer responded. "There are those who have found fighting to be the only thing they are good at, and revel in doing something well. There are those who also revel in fighting, but for different reasons, reasons we may not fully understand." Tarin stared at the edge of the tub, but he didn't really see it. His mind was trying to comprehend the information he just received. "The war is being fought because someone likes to fight, your Majesty?" "I had not put that thought together," King Alshaer admitted. "It is a simple thought, too simple, yet quite possible." He nodded. "Though there is probably more to it." "How do you stop a war motivated by a desire for combat?" King Alshaer stood up and stepped out of the tub. Tarin was on his feet and presenting a towel to the king before he was fully out of the tub. He took the towel and began drying off his fur. "I would assume by eliminating the source." He offered while he dried himself off. "However, it is never that simple." Tarin moved to drain the tub, as an excuse to not to watch the king toweling himself off. "Can you not talk with them? Something can be done if you negotiate, right?" Tarin nearly jumped when King Alshaer placed a paw on his shoulder. "The innocence of youth." He said quietly, mostly to himself. "We are attempting that route, young Tarin, though we do not expect success. We have to try, though, for we do not like the alternative." Tarin turned to face his Majesty. "What is the alternative?" King Alshaer gave his shoulder a tight squeeze. That simple gesture spoke more than anything the king could say. "Sending good men to die, creating more young pups like yourself, without a father to raise them." With nothing to say in response, Tarin fell silent. King Alshaer finished drying off and redressed in clothes brought to him from another servant. After completely dressing and stepping back into the hallway, the king spoke again. "Thank you very much for your company, and I will take your words to heart. They gave me much to think about." "I said nothing important, your Majesty." Tarin replied humbly. "One day you will learn your true value. You are more intelligent than you give yourself credit for." He patted Tarin on the shoulder and smiled. "Now, if you'd be so kind as to lead me to the dining hall. I seem to have forgotten my way." Tarin knew this was a lie. King Alshaer may not visit as often as the Princess did, but he visited often enough to know his way around. His Majesty had found his way to the dining hall several times in the past unassisted. Tarin suspected there was something more to the request, but did not question it, instead, motioning for the king to follow him. "It is this way, your Majesty." The stares Tarin received for leading the king felt far worse than the stares he received from following Lady Aunair. The earlier stares were strong in disbelief, but the servants he passed were frozen in pure shock. Tarin idly wondered if all this attention was a further form of punishment for his adventure with Rayac earlier in the day. He felt a leap of joy when he saw the door to the dining hall. He decided silently that he would deposit the king here, and then disappear for some time alone, under the guise of searching for the princess, but his plan was foiled almost immediately after stepping into the dining room. Tarin wasn't allowed in the dining room very often, so each time he was allowed entrance, the feeling of awe always returned. The dining hall was aptly named. While most rooms in the manor were large, the dining hall was unnecessarily spacious. In the center of the room was a large table, with an ornate table cloth, white lace trimming. It was a special gift to Lady Aunair. The table easily sat thirty, and there were as many chairs around the table as proof of this boast. Each chair was hand-carved, the outline designed to resemble roses. They were even colored to add to the appearance. Lord Aunair sat in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the table. Aside from him the only other occupant of the dining hall was Princess Liandra, who sat in the chair closest to the door. Her eyes immediately found Tarin as he walked in the door. She wasted no time speaking. "Toroy! There you are. I was feeling so lost without you here." Tarin moved behind her, remembering to be on her left. "That was unkind of you, father, depriving me of his presence." Tarin felt his muzzle burning and did his best to hide his face. "My apologies, daughter, I had not realized how much time had passed." King Alshaer remarked, only half serious. "If you would be so kind as to sit," Lord Aunair gestured to a chair next to Liandra. "Supper will be ready shortly, and I am sure you must be hungry from your travels, your Majesty." King Alshaer sat down in the offered chair immediately. "You would be correct," He replied. "I hope you still have the same cook as last time." Lord Aunair laughed, "He is the same as he was last visit, as he has been the last ten visits, your Majesty." Lord Aunair sat at this time, across from the King. "Though, cooking aside, perhaps you could offer an explanation as to why you and her Highness were walking instead of on your carriage?" "Subterfuge." King Alshaer offered simply. "Our coach is a good half a day's travel farther down the road by now." The King leaned back a little, stretching out what was probably a knot from the travels. "I needed to speak to you of important matters, but my presence here must not be known." Lord Aunair looked a bit confused by this news. Tarin listened quietly, trying not to be noticed, but he didn't understand what this meant. Lord Aunair, at least, seemed to understand that much. "What of the Council of Nine? Are they aware of your presence here?" "They are aware of my lack of presence in the castle." King Alshaer offered. "They are also aware that I will explain myself upon my return. I fear spies among my numbers, so I could not speak openly. Once I return, it will be safe, as all I wish to discuss will have come to pass." "What of Prince Kendrick?" Lord Aunair inquired. "Surely he must have had some hand in your plan? Perhaps that friend of his, Captain Benaras? "Kendrick and Soren had to remain uninformed of this." King Alshaer offered. "Neither one would have sat by idly while I made this trip alone. Besides, the news I bring isn't official yet, and I would prefer they not hear it as of yet." "And what is it you wish to discuss?" King Alshaer hesitated, giving Liandra a meaningful glance. Liandra was oblivious to this, as she had just taken an interest in the condition of Tarin's tunic. "This is old and worn. You should have this thrown out." Tarin, who had barely been paying attention to her, responded automatically, "But your Highness made this for me." Once the words were out, he wished he could have taken them back. The reactions were not as bad as he had expected, but Lord Aunair was glaring angrily at him. King Alshaer simply smiled, watching Liandra quietly. It was Princess Liandra's response, however, that was unexpected. She smiled brightly, "Oh, it means that much to you?" She practically jumped out of her chair and threw her arms around him. Lord Aunair glared even harder at Tarin, but his words somehow managed to hold none of the anger his eyes displayed. "Your Highness, it is not proper to touch the servants." "Oh, but they touch us all the time." Liandra replied simply. "They undress us, they help bathe us, and they dress us." Liandra looked to her father. "And didn't one servant help you in bed that one night a few years ago?" "That's enough, Liandra," King Alshaer replied quickly. He refused to look at her as he said it, instead studying a spot on the table that might have been too clean for his standards. Rayac pushed through the doors and made his way towards the table. "My apologies for being late your Majesty, father." He smiled at Liandra, who returned his smile with a dreamy gaze. Rayac gave Tarin a quick wink, but immediately turned and started for his chair without giving Tarin a chance to respond. "It is of no concern," King Alshaer responded. "We are just waiting for supper to be prepared." "And you won't have to wait any longer." Lady Aunair interrupted, walking in from the kitchen doors. "As soon as everyone takes their seats, we will have our meal." The meal was extravagant. There were so many different entrees and meats, sides and things he didn't even recognize, he felt lost just being there. Servants assisted those sitting down in getting what they wanted before returning to the kitchens, leaving Tarin alone with the nobility, standing and watching them eat, everyone except Liandra. "I am not so certain of this." She commented skeptically, poking a soup sitting in front of her. "That's Vaeran Mushroom Soup, your Highness." Lady Aunair offered kindly. "You have been eating it since you first visited. I have it made because it is your favorite." "I am not questioning the validity of its flavor," Liandra whined. "I fear it may be too hot for my delicate tongue." Lord Aunair smiled, though his eyes held a level of frustration. "I assure you, your Highness, the soup was properly cooled." "I am not sure." Liandra countered. "Toroy! Test this for me." Tarin stepped forward reluctantly. "I will do as you command, your Highness." She spooned up some of her soup and held it out towards him. Tarin was uncertain whether he should take the spoon from her or not. Before he could decide, however, she started speaking. "Open up, so I can put it in." Tarin reluctantly opened his muzzle, and she shoved half the spoon down his throat. At first, the spoon almost gagged him, but once she retracted the spoon, he got a full taste of the soup. It was the best tasting food he had eaten in his entire life. The flavor was complex, and he had no means to explain it. It was sweet and warm, and he thought he tasted a hint of salt, but everything else was new to him. He wanted more, but he knew better. It took him a moment to regain his composure and realize that Princess Liandra was waiting for a response. He nodded slowly. "It is of sufficient warmth, your Highness. Not too hot." "But your tongue is hardier than mine." Liandra complained. "My delicate tongue burns easily." She spooned up another portion of soup and held it up. "I want you to taste it again, but this time, imagine how a delicate tongue would react." Tarin opened his muzzle to protest, but she shoved the spoon down his throat before he could utter the first syllable. Somehow, the second taste was far better than the first. He could imagine a third taste being better, but the more he ate, the more he deprived from the princess. "Your tongue will be safe, your Highness." "Perhaps you are right." Liandra mused. Tarin felt a small wave of relief, until she looked to Rayac. "What do you think, Rayac dear?" Rayac smiled innocently at Tarin. "I believe Toroy has your best interest in mind." Tarin resisted glaring at Rayac, as hard a task as it was. He knew better than show open anger at anyone in the presence of Lord Aunair. "However, I do believe he might be saying this only because he feels it is what you want to hear, not because it is true." Tarin's muzzle fell open, and he stared, dumbfounded, at Rayac. He was so shocked by Rayac's words that he almost missed Lord Aunair glaring at Rayac. "You are right!" Liandra exclaimed. "Toroy, be honest with me." She shoved another spoonful down Tarin's throat before he had enough time to recover from the shock. He swallowed hard, and opened his mouth to reply, but found a large chunk of some unidentified meat shoved into his muzzle. "Try this as well, Toroy. It may be too spicy for my delicate muzzle." This continued for several minutes. Every time Tarin attempted to inform Princess Liandra that her meal was sufficient, she was shoving something else into his muzzle. Everything she had him eat was far superior to anything he had eaten in his life, and each bite seemed to overshadow the last. He wished he had the chance to savor the meal, but he barely had time to breath before more food was shoved down his throat. Rayac watched silently, appearing entertained by the whole scene. Lady Aunair watched in silence as well, but she had the decency to hide her smile behind her paw. Lord Aunair glared, growing angrier as more food was given to Tarin. Only King Alshaer tried to interrupt her force-feeding Tarin, but he never got more than half a word out before Liandra was interrupting him with some statement about her food being too hot, or too cold, or some other issue she had with it. Tarin finally had to take a step back away from Liandra to speak. "Your meal is sufficient, your Highness." He said as meekly as he could, hoping to cover his retreat with his words. His stomach felt as though it would explode from being over-stuffed. "Very well." Liandra nodded, "I am convinced." She turned from Tarin back to the table, only to discover that she had fed Tarin her entire meal. She looked up, disappointed. "I would like more food." Lady Aunair nodded, "Do not worry, there is plenty more." Tarin did not dare move closer to the table as more food was brought out for Princess Liandra, but she seemed to be true to her word. Once she had enough food on her plate to replace what she fed to Tarin, she began eating. The rest of the meal went by a bit more smoothly. Princess Liandra focused on eating her meal while Lord Aunair and King Alshaer discussed politics and other topics that Tarin didn't understand. He decided it best to pay more attention to the Princess than their conversation. Tarin heard Rayac speak a couple of times, but Tarin didn't pay attention to the words. It wasn't until Rayac stood that Tarin actually paid attention to what was said. "If I may be excused, I believe I will take a short walk before the sun goes down." Rayac turned to Princess Liandra, "If you would join me, your Highness?" "Oh, a walk would be divine." Liandra exclaimed. "I just love your mother's garden. It is so beautiful." She smiled warmly in Lady Aunair's direction. "I can imagine the flowers ready to bloom." Lady Aunair smiled back at the princess. "I am honored you enjoy my garden, your Highness." Rayac had walked around the table by this time, and was taking Princess Liandra's arm. Either intentionally, or by convenience, Rayac had taken her right arm, which left Tarin to take up his place on her left, without having Rayac walking directly in front of him. The three left in silence. The garden was not too far from the manor. It was just behind the building itself, and did not take very long to reach. However, because of its location in relation to the manor, in addition to the over-abundance of plant life, it made it the perfect place to hide away for some time to be left alone. This was why Rayac usually took Liandra into the garden alone. Tarin knew this, and looked for opportunities to veer away and give them their privacy. However, each time he thought he was going to get away, Liandra would grab him, point to some random object in the manor and ask him of its origin. Most of the time, Tarin did not know the truth, so he would just apologize for his ignorance. One time, she pointed to a rug that Tarin knew for a fact was Haetan in origin. When he said as much, she threw her arms around him and said, "You are such a knowledgeable coyote." After that, she refused to detach herself from Tarin, and went on extensively about the Haetan decorations in the castle. Tarin shot a pleading look at Rayac, but Rayac simply laughed and looked away. Liandra was in the middle of her third attempt at explaining that the throne was not Haetan in design, but the cushion on the throne was, when they arrived at the grove. The grove was the most secluded area of the garden. The trees offered plenty of shade from the sun, and the remaining foliage blocked the view in from the outside. The garden was a myriad of colors, as flowers of every kind capable of growing in the climate could be found, but the grove was a den of green. Only a few flowers actually grew inside the grove, and those tended to bloom on their own. In the center of the grove was a stone bench, simple in design and purpose. While Lady Aunair loved the garden, and was fond of beauty in all its forms, she also enjoyed simplicity. The grove was designed with this thought in mind. It was created as a means for her to escape from the colorful and over-elegant life of nobility to a simpler place. It also served other purposes, which Rayac and Liandra used more often than Tarin thought proper. Rayac led Liandra to the bench and assisted her in sitting down. Only then did she relinquish her grip on the poor coyote. Once free of her, Tarin made a show of checking all the exits for guards or servants, only as an excuse to be as far away as he possibly could from her. Rayac watched with amused interest, but said nothing to voice his thoughts. Tarin was grateful to his friend for this, because he was not sure his patience could survive a remark from Rayac, even with the Princess present. Once Tarin was sure there were no spies, and that he could approach the Princess without becoming her prisoner again, he returned to the bench and bowed. "Your privacy is assured, your Highness. I will be in the garden proper of you need me." "You will not." Liandra replied curtly. "I need you to remain here." Tarin winced. He was afraid she was going to say this. With a small nod, he replied, "As your Highness commands." "I cannot remain long." Rayac spoke finally. "Your father has news, and I wish to be present when it is to be delivered." "It is war and politics." Liandra yawned. "Boring and not worth your time." "But if I am to be Prince, or King, I need to take interest in such things." Rayac explained. "Besides, I fear the news is not good. If I am to receive ill news, I would much prefer hearing it firsthand." "If that is what you wish, dear." Liandra replied airily. "I shall remain here a while." "You know I would remain if it was not important." Rayac replied, sounding a little hurt. "It has been a short month since your last visit, when you normally visit every three months. To return so soon..." Liandra shrugged, "My father does not share with me what he wishes to discuss." "I understand." Rayac nodded, "I have some time before I need to return. We can continue our discussion from last month, if you wish." "Oh, but I simply cannot," Liandra replied, covering her face with her paw, embarrassed by something Tarin didn't understand. "It would not be proper." Rayac's eyes flared with anger for a brief moment, but it died almost as quickly as it was born. "I assure you, it will be fine. Tarin is a close friend, I trust him." "But he is a servant." Liandra replied immediately. "I would dare not speak of such things in his presence." Rayac looked to Tarin for a moment, and then shook his head. "Nothing I can say will convince you otherwise?" Tarin stepped forward. "I can move out of earshot, your Highness." He offered, "Or cover my ears." "You will do no such thing." Liandra commanded. "It is fine, I do not feel up to discussing such things anyway." Her dreamy voice returned, making Tarin wonder if the command had been real, or if he had imagined it. Rayac sat down next to Liandra. "If you do not wish to discuss it, I will not force you. It would mean a lot to me if you would." He placed a paw on hers. "I am going to return to the manor now. Mother should be preparing to head to her room for the night, so our fathers should be preparing to discuss what brought you here." He smiled weakly. "At least give it some thought while I am away?" "I will consider your offer," Liandra replied, sounding too practiced. "I will wait for you here, and will have an answer when you return." "Thank you," Rayac replied quietly. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on Liandra's cheek. Tarin felt his muzzle start to burn again, so he looked away. Footsteps and the growing scent of Rayac's bathwater told Tarin that Rayac was approaching him. Tarin did not look, though, and he felt Rayac's breath gently caress his ear. "Be careful of her," Rayac whispered. "You don't fully understand her." Tarin spun around and looked into Rayac's eyes. "I do not understand." Tarin replied. "And that is my point." Rayac answered, still in a whisper. "Just, be careful around her. You do not know what she is going to do next." "I am aware of that." Tarin mused sullenly. Rayac placed a paw on Tarin's shoulder. "Not aware enough." Without another word, Rayac walked past Tarin and out of the grove. Tarin moved to the Princess, with the intent of asking her what she required of him, but as soon as he was within arms reach of her, she grabbed him and forced him to sit on the bench. Her grip was far stronger than he remembered it being, and his wrist hurt at the point where she grabbed him. She muttered a quick, "Stay," before running to the grove entrance that Rayac had just departed from. All remnants of the flighty, spoiled princess were gone. There was a new person in her place, one that Tarin did not know. He was not sure if he liked it. Liandra watched the entrance for a moment, and then quickly moved around the grove, checking each entrance before nodding to herself. "I thought he'd never leave." She said flatly. Liandra quickly moved back to where Tarin was sitting. She took both his paws into her own, and dropped to both knees in front of him. "I have a favor I must ask of you, Tarin, servant of the house of Aunair, one that could decide the fate of my kingdom, and our very lives."

Title: Kayla: Anne's View by Professor Bob Tags: Dragon, F/F, Fox, Harsh, No-Yiff, Spanking, Various Species Kayla: Anne's View In the 28th century, the technology of rejuvenation allows for immortality. This device is also used for sentencing as well. A penitatas; a criminal that is sent back to childhood to live a highly strict and disciplined life to start anew. (Story Twenty-Two) ---------- Concept by Lurking Dragon Kayla and story by Professor Bob [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) More Kayla!: www.Professor-Bob.com I began to wake up rather groggily to a claw rubbing and petting my back, still curled from my sleep. My legs, neck, and tail shifted, and I heard a voice come through to my half awake mind. [Anne? Anne dear, it's time to get up for your first day of school], the voice of my mother Daria said in her soft manner, the cool scaled claw making me crack a smile on my snout. It's odd how a claw that helps spank you all the time can feel so good as well.. [Good morning momma], I said as I turned my neck up, nosing her waiting snout. [Come on, out of bed now], she spat with a pat to my shoulder. I growled out a groan, slipping from my sheets and my comphy bed. The summer wasn't long enough, especially for a penitatas like me. [Oh don't be pouty, you know you have to go], my mother had to remind me for my little groan. [Come on downstairs for breakfast after you wash up], she then said with more pep, rubbing my scaled head before heading out. [Okay mom], I nodded as she left, leaving me to my thoughts as I sat down on my bed for a moment with a stretch. It's days like this that really make me hate being a penitatas, as well as hating myself for getting to be one in the first place. The first day of school always made me nervous and gave me butterflies when I was a kindern, and it's deffinately not better now that I know I'm gonna get my tail paddled when I get there. It's always that knowing...that makes you regret your mistake. At least this isn't Christmas...ooohh that just makes me shiver just thinking about it. Did they really have to do that? Make that day?..Well, I'm scared of it, and hate it, so I guess it's doing it's job. Today isn't like that, so I had better hop to it. With that thought, I gave a bounce on the side of my mattress and got to my good ol' raptor feet. All it took was a step out my door to smell the breakfast my parents were cooking. [Bacon!], I chirped, going from my room and bounding down the stairs. Dad making a big breakfast is the only other perk to this day I can think of, other then getting to see my friends. Ninne and everyone! I slowed my feet down before I got to the dinning room, so I woulndn't be caught running around the house, and smiled to my parents as I trotted in. [Good morning Anne], my dad, Clark, nodded from his spot in the kitchen, infront of the plasma-stove. He was a Drakonian like my mom, and he wore a keen and light smile most of the time. He's the gentler one, but he can really punish too when he sees it fit. Not as big a mouth as mommy, but he makes it up in corner time. All penitatas parents have their own style.. [Here Anne. Let me see those claws], my mom asked of me as she got up from her seat at our dinning room table, holding her's up slightly and wiggling her fingers. I took a wince to my chest just after she said that, and I remembered I was supposed to wash up..damn bacon distracting me. I took a step and raised my claws for her, just hoping..[Anne! You didn't wash up!], my mom snapped a scold. So much for hoping she wouldn't notice. [I got distracted mom, I forgot..], I sorta sighed. Being a little nine year old is a lot different from what it used to be, being an adult. [I asked you to wash up and you didn't], she said sternly, but lightly as my head lowered a little. I had to repress my worry when she took me by the wrist of my left claw and took me to the corner, left of the walkway to the kitchen. [Keep the end of your snout against the wall till I come back with my claw swatter], she instructed, her voice hinting her disappointment. Hey, I'm disappointed too. I kept quiet, trying to be good, keeping my snout gently pressed against the wall. It's funny how you notice all the details and color in a wall when it's the only boring thing you can see..blue, riples, curves.. [C'mon Anne, you know better..], came the soft, caring, voice of my peni father. He had walked in from the kitchen, from the doorway beside me, and his voice nearly made my snout turn to him. The end of my snout didn't leave that wall or move though...you learn not to turn your head from the wall when you get punished extra for it. I made a little wimperish chirp in reply, not speaking when I wasn't really supposed to. He patted me on the back and I heard him step back into the kitchen. A claw may punish but it can certainly love too...at least I know I'm cared about. I try hard to be a good girl..I still wonder how I was stupid enough to try and rip a casino off. Easy money my tail...I'm ashamed of myself, but I'm learning how to be good again, and paying it back in tears..peh, and staring at the walls. This wasn't how I wanted to start this morning at all...oh crap, I hear her coming.. [Alright Anne, take your snout from the corner], I heared my mother command as I sighed to myself. I shifted my head and turned around on my feet with a couple steps foreward with my head lower then usual, eyes gazing sorrily up. Wielded in my mom's right claw was her claw swatter..or should I say, 'my' claw swatter. Got butterflies in my tummy already. [Okay, go on. Claws up and open flat], she told me in her 'you know the drill already' way. That was quite true. So, I did as required of me, leaving my claws defenceless..I was looking sadly up, just waiting for ma' to raise her swatter, while my eyelids and muscles were already anticipating the wince. Then, the moment my mind and body was dreading..I meeped almost silently and shut my eyes tight, bracing myself as my mom quickly raised her swatter. I heard a sharp \*SMACK!\* as a jolt of pain shot through my arm and my claw stung, causing a yelp. I opened my eyes and wimpered, wincing and trying to keep my claws flatly open as I just had to endure. It's not like I'm working, but this is stil hard and tiring..I started to lose count, which doesn't take me long, when I started to cry. [Ooooowww!! Ma'ma stop!], I plead in tears as she continued slapping the studded Drakonian claw swatter down on my palms and fingers. It felt like an hour..the sting burning into paw claws and going up my arms..my cries, howls, and fidgets...but it stopped. [There. Two dozen], I heard my mother say contently over my sobs and wimpers. I was an easy crier and rather vocal in my spankings..damn it hurts, I wanna rub it so bad! Grr, but I'm not allowed! I winced again when my mother took my wrist again, thinking this wasn't over..I just cried to myself quietly, feeling the wet drip on my scaled cheeks and snout. She took me into the kitchen, past my dad, to the sink where she pulled my claws out and turned the faucet on. The cold rush of water brought me instant relief and slowed me tears and wimpers to nothing. She gently washed my paws, getting them clean, and letting the hurt ease. She dried my claws and my snout with a smile as I could see, scooting me off to the dinning room. [Breakfast is done dear, go take your seat], she said without anything in her voice that would say she was still mad. All forgotten. I was feeling better when I sat down, though holding a fork was just slightly sore at times from my swatting. I looked up from my plate as my mom and dad sat down a few moments later with their own plates. [So are you ready for the first day of school Anne?], my dad asked as he took a large bite of his eggs. [Yep!], I replied to him with a smile and nod, sniffles gone already. I might be ready for school, but I'm not actually comfortable about it though. [We expect you to be on your best behavior today, and follow every rule. No talking out, and be compliant about your welcome spanking], I looked at my mother as she gave me her expectations. I'm reckless when it comes to rules, and in first grade I tried to escape my welcome spanking, so her words weren't exactly 'not needed'. Boy that teacher got my tail good for that.. [Yes ma'ma, I will], I said in my most kindest and respectful way, so that she'd know I was being truthful. I usualy always try to be good, it's just when I slip up that I get punished. I'm not all that bad a girl really. I ate to my fill a little faster then my parents, but still minding my manners to an extent. This came to be to my advantage, because as I was finishing, my mom startled my feasting. [Alright Anne, it's time to meet the bus], she said as she got from her seat, leaving her half finished plate behind. She must not have expected she'd have to spank my claws this morning and didn't leave any free time. [Ok. Bye daddy!], I said as I slipped from my chair and kissed by dad as he lowered his snout a bit for me. [Bye honey], he smiled warmly back, giving my head a pat. Mom took my left claw, only slightly sore now, and walked me outside to the curb. The sun was shining and there was only a few clouds..seemed like a beautiful day, but I was nervous now more then ever. Seeing all the houses this morning, and thinking about where I was going, and what was going to happen. A single glimpse to the back of my right claw could affirm my fate as well. That silver 'P' I've gotten used to seeing, that appeared there once I was lead out of the rejuvenation chamber my a rejuve technician. Seems so long ago, and it's only been three years.. [Take care today, okay Anne?], my mom said warmly, snapping me back into my reality as the bus was coming down the street. [Sure mommy, I'll see you later], I nodded, giving her a kiss when she lowered her snout to me. The bus came to a stop beside us and I waved my mom goodbye as I hopped on. Most of the kids were familar, and I walked with a smile down the walkway, sitting down beside one of my friends..Paula. I was fortunate enough she rode my bus, or else I'd be the only non human! They all must have gotten up much earlier then me to prepare, since they wear clothes and all. Being a reptile, such things weren't needed, but there always were the types like Ninne and her mom who have lived here so long and believed it was ethicly good to wear clothes. "Hey Annie!", Paula greeted as she made room for me on the seat. Hey, I was a Drakonian afterall, I needed a little more space. [Hi Paula!], I spat back in my language. The blue furred Jalaxian was wearing a skirt, looking much like a school girl. Her parents were always ones for looking pretty. [You as nervous as I am?], I sorta giggled. I knew she was, maybe more then me. She was always the nervous sort. "Yeah..", she bit her feline lip and nodded. I'm not the only one who felt the way they did..all the penitatas do really. I'm sure even Kayla is worrying about her orange furred rear right down to the white tip of her tail, and she's as well behaved as I know anyone to be! Paula and I talked our 'girl talk' and other school gossip on or way to school, which didn't take long. We got off the bus along with everyone else, looking about the campus of students. Voluntarus, medicalos, penitatas, and all the other classes of children, right here before us. Another year at Calleet Rejuve Elementary.. "Hey raptor girl!", I heard walk by me as Paula and I looked for our class. [Shut up Davis!], I snarrled playfully at him. He was in my class last year, and this year it looks like Paula and I will have the same class. We went promptly to the fourth grade hallway, walking through it's doors. School, a place so familiar, still seems so...unknown on the first day. I trotted my feet down the white tile'd hall till I arrived at my classroom door. Paula and I wasted no time walking in to see who else would be in the class with us. As soon as we went in, two certain classmates caught my eye, since they weren't human either. [Ninne! Kayla!], I said happily, heading quickly in with Paula. [Hey Anne!], Ninne waved first, speaking our own language and meeting me. Our claws clasped and we gave a hop and giggle. "You're with all of us this year!", she said quite excitedly, speaking in panglish now. Kayla's paw rested on her new desk that she and Ninne must have located before Paula and I arrived, and she gave a wave with her other foxy paw, smiling quite friendly, as she always does. "Heya Paula", she smiled to her first, since I was busy, then gave a, "Heya Anne", once my feet hit the floor from Ninne and I's hop. "You're behind me this year", she said towards me, gesturing for the desk that was mine. [Thanks], I smiled back, trotting over to my desk and checking into my console. I could sense that Kayla was nervous, but she's always so calm and happy. Can't see it through that smile of her's easily. [Looks like the dragon-paddle isn't just for me this year..], Ninne said while leaning on the desk beside mine, with her voice hinting her own nervousness. The dragon-paddle in my old class was just for me too, and I'll vouch for Ninne, that it's creepy to see it lying around or taken out...because you know who it's for. You. [Just be happy you take spankings better then I do], I sighed. I'm bad with pain, and I always feel so embarassed, howling or roaring like an kindern. This place is filling up fast, and I know class is going to begin soon.. [It'll be over before you know it Anne. Let's keep our snouts up and take what we have coming], Ninne sighed with a smile giving my shoulder a pat as she walked past to go to her own seat, a row to my right. I can keep my snout up, but it won't be dry I'll tell you...man, Ninne sounds more like Kayla by the day. That calm acceptance of being a penitatas..how do they stand it all? "Class, take your seats!", rang out in a feminine voice. I look to the door and behold, naturally, our teacher had arrived. 'Oh wonderful', was the only responce my mind could think as she walked straight from the class' door to her desk as the others who weren't yet seated went to their desks. Kayla sat down quietly infont of me as Paula went to her own desk, off to the other side of the room. The fox's twin ears and all that fur infront of me, seemingly calm and kind, just makes me feel a little better. Feels good to not be alone, and Kayla always had a knack for giving off a fine aura. [Here we go..], I muttered to myself. "Good morning students, I am miss Chester, and welcome to fourth grade!", the somewhat older woman said as she sat down behind her desk, leaning on it somewhat as she spoke to her new pupils. "As my roster shows, every student of mine this year is a penitatas, so there will be no disciplinary exceptions here I see", she looked at her datapad and said aloud to the class, giving me a chill down my spine. I was kinda happy no one could just sit back and watch my tail get chewed while their rear was always safe, but a complete penitatas class just means they'll be harder on us as a group. Lots of fun...yeah, fun my tailhole. "Since by now you have met mostly all of your fellow classmates from the previous three grades, we won't be doing the introduction procedure you've become used to. Instead, it will give me more time for all your punishment spankings, since they're a little longer this year", the teacher said rather plainly, though it was enough to cause a few muffled groans around me, and even a little drake one from myself. This lady says it like it's nothing! I noticed miss Chester's look turn a little colder rather quickly. "And everyone I just hear groan will be getting a worse punishment then the rest. You know better by now!", she added, giving me a chill through my scales as I sat still...just shocked. Ma'ma wasn't going to be happy about that..argh, my claws are still sore! It was myself and four others of the 12 child group who's names she called out to the class who would be getting an 'addition' to their spanking, I guess for our information and humiliation at the same time. Good job lady, you're doing fine at that. Kayla and Ninne didn't groan, though I did see Ninne look down a little. Kayla's ears made a twitch, but she of all people knew not to anger the teacher. I heard what happened to her last year when Ninne got her in trouble with the chip of her's! In my looking about, I did see I knew most everyone here though..Davey, Markus..hey, even Bill, that little barrel of laughs. It's hard to think he would hurt someone that badly but...he did, and he's here with us. That Ashley girl that was always being mean to people wasn't in this class, fortunately...I guess they got smart enough to keep her away from us drakes. "Miss Anne!", I heard sharply, enough to make me wince and snap back upright with my snout foreward. "You will pay attention in here and not be looking around and daydreaming, understand?", she said sternly, giving me a very warning look. Well, I nodded and took that warning for sure. [Yes Miss Chester, sorry], I told her quickly. I guess my lack of attention is a bit more obvious then I think sometimes.. "You, miss Anne, will be last. You now have TWO additions to your welcome spanking, and you will have to sit still and watch everyone elses while you wait", miss Chester scolded towards me with a disappointed scowl. I just kept quiet, trying not to pout..now I know ma'ma will rip my tail off! I saw from the corner of my eye that Ninne gave me a quick sympethetic look. I just tried to pull a little strength from the fact I wasn't alone, and put my claws together on top of my desk to sit and wait for what I had coming. Miss Chester had already picked up her datapad, looking through the list. "Let's begin now. Billy, you're first", she said aloud, calling the first name as she brought an armless chair to the front of her desk. The kind we knew was for spanking. I watched Bill march right up there to her with a not so happy look on his face as she took her seat and lead him onto her lap. She tugged down his shorts and briefs, baring his chubby behind for all too see. Miss Chester picked her full sized paddle off the desk, and without hesitation, swatted it crisply against the center of his rear as his paddling begun. I watched with discomfort as I had to listen to him cry out and wimper as he began to sob and tears began to trickle down the sides of his human cheeks. I counted each \*WHAP!!\* and kept counting till his rear was red and twenty spanks were administered, as a fourth grader gets. Twenty...ugh. Miss Chester scooted Bill towards the wall beside the door, starting the line where all the kids would stand with their noses to the wall and garments around their ankles. I began to watch student after student rise from their seats upon their name being called, their slink over to the teacher's lap, and the twenty nasty spanks from that paddle that came afterwards, till they were sent crying off to the wall. My own tail was feeling sore already.. "Next up is..Ninne", the teacher said as Paula shuffled herself in tears to the wall, tail limp behind her. I didn't like having to watch that..and this was going to be worse. I turned my head slightly to catch a sigh from her as she got up and started her short trot to miss Chester, standing beside the chair and, of course, not on her lap. Miss Chester lifted the heavy harsh dragon-paddle from her desk and got it secure in her hand, stepping to Ninne's side. Ninne turned and faced the desk, knowing the drill to be paddled with her tail on display, and I watched the teacher pull her drake pants and panties down...please don't hit hard. Please? Miss Chester lifted Ninne's tail a moment later, letting Ninne's snout go down to the floor as she was bent over. Ninne looked like she wasn't trying to be scared, but I noticed that claw tremble. "It's fifteen for you too", she decided to tell her reptilian student as she wrapped her arm around Ninne's tail to hold it properly...I just saw Ninne softly nod and take a deep breath. I didn't want to watch, I really didn't..to see a friend spanked wasn't something that made you happy or calmer. Miss Chester got a nice grip on the harsh dragon- paddle and reared it back, swinging it with a good \*SMACK!!\* upon the base of Ninne's tail, which caused me to wince at the sound of the paddle and it's studs smacking into my friend's tender scales. Ninne gave a pathetic whine at the first spank, and just tried to hang in there as the big paddle continued to leave her tail and return. I kept counting anxiously...five, six, seven...Ninne was crying now, or at least obviously now if she was teary a few swats ago. I kept wincing or grimacing along with Ninne, feeling my tail sting and burn by watching her welcome spanking. I even noticed myself fidget in my seat... "YYEEEEOOWWLL!!", Ninne yiped out with a draconic growl at number thirteen, crying helplessly as her tears went down her snout. I couldn't stop counting the spanks even if I wanted to. I sighed quietly to myself as I watched Ninne's paddling come to it's end, slamming it's pointed studs one last time into her sore tail. Finally, it was over for her...and I'm sure Ninne was thinking the same now. Miss Chester let go of her tail, letting Ninne up with a quick rub at her tail and wet snout. "Into line at the wall you go", she told Ninne with a little scoot, and Ninne obeyed with a shuffle of her raptorish footclaws. She stood beside Paula and put her snout to the wall as I saw her tears trying to subside, with her claws obidiently at her sides. Ninne was a strong one, or at least I'm a weak one maybe. I watched as a couple more students were called and reared, another two of them getting extra paddle spanks because of that groan. Their butts were a little rosier then the rest, and that didn't make me feel any better..no wonder she wanted me to be last. This went on till there were two left....Kayla and myself. "Kayla, it's your turn now", miss Chester looked to the fox infront of me and gave a nod. Without as much as a pout, Kayla quickly slipped herself from her desk and padded herself to her, climbing onto her lap. That girl, I swear! If theres anyone acceptant of the inevitable, it's her! She didn't look comfortable as I looked over her look, and mainly her her ears. Kayla's ears told you a lot of what she was thinking and how she felt. Right now, her ears were limp and lowered slightly once she climbed onto her lap..she had a lump in her chest I could tell. Anticipation doesn't escape even the best of us. "So your grade should be second hmm?", she said while looking at the datapad while Kayla lied across her warm lap. "Yes miss Chester", Kayla looked to her and answered. Her voice wasn't fearful, but lacking a little bit of air then usual from what I could tell. Miss Chester set the datapad down and picked up a small swatting paddle from her desk, reaching with her fingers to undo the button of her pants above her tail. "Your welcome spanking is seventeen with a swatting paddle then", she told the furry fox as she pulled her blue jeans and pink panties down below her knees, while Kayla kept her muzzle foreward and a bit down as she lied on her lap. A free human hand took Kayla's tail and restrained it against her back, keeping her fox rear fully exposed...Kayla was a fortunate one that only I was here to watch now, since everyone else was watching a wall with blurry eyes. Kayla quickly braced herself as she felt a movement behind her and a sharp crack sound came as the small and thin wooden device slapped against her rear, inciting a small whine. Miss Chester spanked with the little swatter quickly, setting the little fox's behind into a stingy fire. Kayla squirmed and wimpered and whined louder and louder at each hard slap of the device till she began to cry at number eleven, the first pair of tears that had welled going down her furred cheeks with a pathetic and teary whine as she began to sob. Kayla wriggles and squirms when she's spanked fast I've come to notice, but she doesn't do it much. "AAAARRRROOOOO!!", Kayla cried out with a little kick of her footpaws, ruffling her clothing that had slipped to her ankles. The skin beneath her fur I bet had turned red by now, especially since she's younger and has a more tender rear. Her crying and fox howl was enough to tell anyone that! Her tail squirmed against her back as the last spank was sent in with a little extra flick of the wrist at the end, making a crisper \*SMACK!!\* against the poor girl's rear. "AAAAOOOOOWWW-ooowww-aaarrrooo..", Kayla sniffled and sobbed out in a yelp as that last swat stung it's way down into her bottom, searing it just a little more as the yelpish howl weakened and subsided into a little fox growl of pain and her fidgeting stopped. She lied across Miss Chester's lap and cried, slowly catching her breath as she panted a little. "All done", our teacher said as she lifted Kayla from her lap a moment later, setting her on her footpaws as she sniffled and wimpered very softly with a wipe of her eyes. "Go join your classmates at the wall, and remember, paws at your sides", Miss Chester nodded to her softly, scooting her gently in the direction of the wall. I just gulped...I was happy Kayla's spanking was over but...that also meant...mine is now. "Anne, please come up here", she said to me as she was walking with the chair, returning it to it's place. I breathed deeply and slowly got from my desk, meeting her infront of the class where everyone was spanked, now lacking the chair. I just rubbed at my claws and looked up sadly at her, wondering what she was going to do to me. [M-miss..], I had spat out before I was duely interrupted. "Anne, your behavior and respect have something to be improved upon, and I shall see to it that you're spanked well", she said to me, giving me a chill...I wimpered and nodded. She went behind her desk and pulled something big out...a blistering dragon-paddle. As she was picking it up and slowly started walking towards me, she said, in a solumn tone, "You will have five extra paddle spanks for your groan, as everyone else, but for your second offence, the extra five will be applied with this paddle. Three to your tail, and one for each hip for added measure". I looked down and felt like I could cry as it was, feeling my tail muscles tense. With a motion of her left hand and arm, she raised my tail, bending me over infront of her desk with the base of my raptorish tail at her mercy...I heard her swap the paddle she got out with the one she left on the desk from Ninne, and I just tensed up all over, waiting for it...waiting..\*WHAP!!\* came the paddle's sharp contact with my tailbase, shooting off a chain reaction of nerves through my entire body as the pain sunk in, stinging and hurting. I wimpered loudly as I felt it two..thh-ree..FOURRR! more times, feeling my eyes quickly well up and my footclaws fidget. [Oooowwwww!], I growled out like a simple child just before the studded paddle impacted my tail hard once again, making me lurch foreward just slightly and made me begin to cry. My ttttaaiiiilll!! She just kept spanking my tail no matter how I reacted, just like any other spanking, and it just makes you feel helpless. I roared out and howled in tears by swat ten..I wish I could take spankings better!! OOooowwwwiiee.. "You still have more, so don't start bawling on me yet", I heard from above me in my haze, pain, and teary little roars. I can't heeellpp itttt! I just kept crying out in my tears and pawing my footclaws at the floor till it was finally over...it stung dammit! Grrrr, it hurt! [Aaaaaaooooooowwww..], I whined and sobbed as my body rested slightly at the cease in paddling. "Five more", Miss Chester said as she pulled the blistering dragon-paddle from the desk. I could hear the heavy thing sliding it's studs along the desk's surface as it became weilded within her hand. The next sound, besides my little wimperings from being paddled, was a swoosh of the heavy paddle through the air and it's impact against my tail...HARD!! [RRRRRAAAAAAWWWWRRRRRR!!!], I roared out with my muzzle wide in anguish, as the heavy paddle drove it's long sharp studs into my scales, piercing into them and sending a burning, throbbing, and unbareable pain through my tailbase and deep down. Another swing and \*WHAP!!!!\* made me hop and yelp out loud..I was bawling! THIS HURT!! I tensed up my claws and footclaws as my body burned at the swats, and I only simply cried out at the third upon my tail..it..it just ached to no end. My chest felt pained from my breathing, a haze and tiring in my mind... "Now for your hips..", Miss Chester said aloud, re-aiming the heavy paddle as she herself breathed a little hard. Weilding dragon-paddles could be a task for an older human, but that just meant she had more skill to compensate...oww...I just sobbed hard and patheticly, til I nearly screamed out a sharp roar at the first spank to my right hip. [OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!], I cried out in pain, with the other paddle swat making it's mark on my left hip before I could even finish. I was reduced to nothing but bawling. No wimpers, just tears...m-my..t-t-taaaiill... "I hope you will learn your lesson now Anne", Miss Chester said lightly, setting the heavy paddle down on her desk and letting my tail go. My claws nearly shot to my hips and tail, but she quickly clasped me by the shoulder and said sharply, "Don't you dare young lady. Claws at your sides". My claws had stopped dead, and I slowly moved them to my sides as I continued my bawling with my snout down...my tail ached and stung so bad..please, I just w-wanna rub it. "Go stand with the others while I tidy up, then it's right into your seat with you for that tail", she said, giving me a scoot like she did the others. I walked carefully over to the wall and down the line of sniffling kids with red and rosy rears, bare below the waist. I took my place beside Kayla, who's ears were a little drooped and she was still sniffling lightly, her clothes still at her ankles. My eyes stared at the wall but mostly remained closed as I cried my tail off...Kayla shifted her eyes to me, without turning her head, and she smiled a little, giving a slight flick of her right ear. I just tried to calm myself and relax..I knew what her body language meant. The two of us, and all the other penitatas, stood as told, obidiently staring at the wall for a minute or so longer before she called us back to our desks and allowed the students to pull their clothing up. I trotted back to my seat and stared at it with a frown, my eyes still teary and dripping occationally, and myself still sniffling and crying quietly. I slowly sat down and cringed with a wimper, squirming on the seat to get comfortable. My tail probbably looked nasty..it felt it. From there I had to try and sit comfortably, as did all the other students, as miss Chester got into her intoductory lessons. We couldn't fidget much without getting in trouble. A young boy, one of those who had groaned like I did, had squirmed a little too much and got his right hand slapped by one of our teacher's rulers, thrice. My claws have been swatted once already, I'm not having them sting any more then I've already had to deal with! When the late morning rolled around, the class was walked down to the cafeteria at the time the fourth graders were supposed to go. My tail was still terribly sore, and so were many of my classes rears..and, as I won't forget, Ninne's tail. Her occational rub to it showed it was uncomfortable for her. Only difference between she and I, was that her tail couldn't be looked at, and that my tail was even worse. We all headed into the cafeteria doors and I went my way to the servery, getting myself a tray. I picked the table where Paula and Anthony were seated at already, and I still winced a little sitting down and getting settled in. [Hi you two], I smiled to them, popping a little container of milk open with my smooth scaled fingers...which were fortunately not sore anymore from the swatting this morning. "Hey Anne", the human boy and Jalaxian girl said together, with trays of their own. "Welcome to another year of hell", Anthony smirked, before looking about to make sure no administrators heard his near-swear. Paula gave him a look, but it managed a bit of a Drakonian giggle from me. [Miss Chester isn't all that bad, it could have been worse...at least I hope it could have been worse], I replied to that. I popped a chicken nugget in my snout and chewed it up in only three bites..our teeth are useful, no? "Hey fellas!", came the cheery voice of Kayla, who slided her tush onto the cafeteria table's bench, tail hanging down. Her ears were at full perk and she was happy..guess she's not bothered by today anymore much. I wish I could focus on the good stuff like that. Ninne sat down on the other side of Kayla, leaving the fox next to me and Paula and Anthony on the other side. We all gave our little greetings, and naturally Ninne whips out a famous question around here. "So, how is everyone's rears?", she asked with a hint of a joke, but mostly a curiosity to how everyone was faring from what I could tell. Yeesh, just look at my tail and tell me if it's sore or not. [Very sore], I sighed a bit, fidgeting to prove it. "Better, but not perfect", Anthony commented next with a nod. "Hurts a bit..", Paula said quietly to that. "Stings a bit but I think I'm okay", Kayla noddled, not smiling as much as before, looking a bit sympethetic. Ninne hummed. "I still ache a bit too, but yeah, I would imagine you'd be hurting a little more then the rest of us Anne. Sorry about that this morning", Ninne said as she ate some. "You know better Anne, c'mon", Kayla smiled and nudged me gently. She cared about me, and so did Ninne...now that is something I really appreciate. I should have known better, and I guess I just had to take what I had coming...oh jeez, what does that fox have me thinking now? I giggled out loud a little and smiled a bit a moment later. [I guess], I looked to Kayla and said. The five of us just started talking about things, like class and miss Chester. Kayla and I spotted good ol' Ashley across the lunch room and she gave us a dirty look...go figure. Ninne just said she was a 'stupid girl' and we went about our business. I sat on the bus with Paula once again as we trekked home. The day went well I guess, no one got punished after lunch, though my tail still hurts...and I bet it will hurt more when I get home. Ma'ma and dad will have my tail. [Hmm...], I hummed in my draconic way, looking out the window. "No worries Anne. Just relax", Paula said immidiately. She can read experessions and body lanuage better then I can! I simply hopped off the subject and talked to her till my stop, where we said our goodbye. I stepped off the bus and began walking up our walkway with a slight sigh as I saw the door getting closer. I know what happens when I walk in, but that doesn't stop me from walking in..I just hope they're not too disappointed. I opened the door with my claw and walked in to find my mother on the sofa, who had apparently been waiting for me. She did however, give me a smile and patted her lap, so I trotted obidiently over. [Hi mommy], I smiled back, giving her a hug. [Hello Anne. I heard about today], she looked into my eyes and greeted, telling me she knew with a less upbeat tone. I sighed. [I know..I'm sorry ma'ma], I looked down and pouted. [That's not the kind of respect you should be showing your teacher, at any time little lady], mom scolded at me. [Please don't punish me ma'ma, I'm sore..], I could only wimper. She shook her head softly at me. [Get yourself into my lap dear, I'm going to chew your tail a bit. Your father will decide if he punishes you later as well. We're going to make sure this doesn't happen again, understand?], she said in her parental way. Stern, but somewhat soft. I whined in displeasure, but I did as told, settling myself into her lap and letting her pin my legs without struggle. I felt the ever familiar claw on my neck and the other stretch my tail, and I sighed..it's all I could do. I felt her teeth bite onto my tender tail and I whined and wimpered out panicly in pain..feeling her hot breath and saliva, but most of all, the sharp teeth the pressed against my scales and grinded them. I tried to squirm as I howled out and started to quickly cry. Only when I was near bawling again, with a fully restored ache in my tail and I was good and punished, did she stop her bites, chews, and grinds. She left me off her lap and stood me infront of her, holding my claws as I cried like the punished peni I was. [You don't want me to do that again, do you?], she looked at me and asked, keeping my claws held so I couldn't nurse my sore and stinging tailbase. I shook my head furiously and wimpered through my tears in reply. [You'd best behave as a penitatas should while in school then], she said with a nod, slowly letting my claws go, though I knew I still couldn't rub my tail... [T-thank you ma'ma..], I sniffled and sobbed out, trying to be good. She smiled softly and got off the sofa. [Go stand in the corner now dear. Remember, no rubbing your tail], she instructed me. I turned around and slowly trotted to the corner, standing with my snout against where the two walls meet where I just continued to cry and feel the ache of my tail. [Think about being respectful to your teacher so this won't happen again Anne. I'll let you out of the corner when your father get's home in twenty minutes. I think your punishment is over for now, but it's up to him...but I think he'll say you've had enough when he sees your tail. You get nano-lotion in the morning if you're a good girl all day], my mother said somewhat tenderly, before I heard her trot off to the kitchen. I sniffed and wimpered at the pain, but I did think. Though a penitatas, I have a home and a family...but it sure hurts to live here, literally. It's the life of a penitatas, but I should feel fortunate I guess. It could always be worse!

Title: Shared Pain Chapter One The Begining by Qdawg Tags: Fox, Medieval, No-Yiff, Story Series This is the most work I have put into a story. I hope you like it. Comments please. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ In a dark alley in the slum of a medieval city I was hard at work. Not the traditional peasant job as a farmer or even a slave. I'm a homeless bum. Doing the one thing a bum can do for money, prostitution. It's kind of nice I'm my own boss choose my own hours but the obvious drawback of having to fuck all kinds of disgusting fair. Plus being a male customers are in short supply with everyone thinking you go to Hell if your gay. I was busy finishing off a rather robust polar bear. I sucked lightly on the tip of his thick, crimson member. For him being so large it was rather short, but I don't discriminate. I felt him swell as he was about to blow and took the entire length, rather easily, into my mouth. He trembled in ecstasy as he shot his load down my throat. I eagerly swallowed what he had to offer. Trying to fill my stomach of something to help stave off the hunger. "Here you go." he said as he tossed a few bills from a stack that looked to be as big as my fist. "Hey you cheapskate! I've got kids to feed." I screamed. Then there was a bright, white flash and a shot of pain across the left side of my face. I fell to the ground holding my cheek as he picked up the bills. "That's for talking back. If you've got kids, then put 'em to work at least they'll fetch a higher price." He laughed loudly as he left the alley and disappeared into the dark street. "Dammit." I said to myself as I rose slowly to my feet. This isn't the first time this has happened but I've decided it is going to be the last. I made my way through the moonlit streets of the slum, thinking to myself. Not really of anything just a culmination of things what will I eat tomorrow, what will I eat tonight now that I have no money. Mostly about food and eating, then I started to feel hungry again. When you're on the brink of starvation food is usually not far from mind. Before when I said I had kids was a lie I use to get more money. It usually doesn't work, but when it does those couple extra bucks can mean the difference between starvation and salvation. I made my way to the Cross City Bridge. A large wooden bridge that crosses over the Schuyler River which separates the city into two sections. The poor on on side the rich on the other. Just beyond the rich neighborhood was the castle of King Theodius. I live on the poor side underneath the bridge. Vince already had a fire going as I walked up. Vince is a nice, mild-mannered hawk with an eyepatch over his left eye. He's in his late thirtys and is fairly well-built. He's covered in black feathers except for his head and chest which are a dark brown with pitch black eyes. I on the other hand am an eighteen year old fox. I have grey fur with black-tipped ears and a black stripe running the length of my tail. I'm about six foot tall, Vince has got a couple inches on me, with shoulder length head fur. I'm also well-built but with more definition. "Hello there, Danal." Vince greeted as I walked up. "Hey. Did you find anything?" I asked sitting down next to him trying to warm up on an unusually cool night. "Not much. But only after." "Come on. I had a rough day." "That's why we are going to do it." The large avian stood and got into a fighting stance. I stood slowly taking my place in front of him. "Alright remember to use your opponent's force against him. Come!"I jabbed at the left side of his face. He grabbed my wrist and flipped me onto my back. "Good! Going for your opponent's weakness." "Then why am I the one on my back old man?" I said sitting up. "One: I'm better than you, but that's why we're practicing. Two: I'm not that old. Three: Your opponent knows his weakness better than you. It is the thing he thinks about and protects most." He helped me up, " Instead of going for it straight off. Ignore it at first. Make him get comfortable. Then BOOM Go at it with everything you've got. Come!" And we sparred for a while more. I didn't get thrown down again. "That's enough. Rest yourself." Vice said as he sit down by the fire. I sat next to him sweating and panting. "Going to stop before I beat you old man?" "That was once and it was a fluke. I had sand in my eye." "Protect your weakness." We both laughed as Vince handed me this charred substance that might have once been some sort of meat. "What is this?" I asked eyeing the 'food' with suspicion. "Eat it. It won't kill you. I think." I looked at him then cautiously bit into the morsel. Then once I realized it was edible I ate heartily. "I think I may join the guard." Vince choked on his water then looked at me angrily. "What! Are you mad?" "No, it's just there I would get three square meals and an actual bed to sleep in. I can take the training. It can't be any worse than what I do now." Vince softened a bit a laid back. "I can't tell you what to do. But think about it first." He rolled over and soon enough I heard his breathing soften and knew he was asleep. I have thought about and I will join. I woke in late afternoon and Vince had already gone off to scavenge for food. So, I decided to head over to Walman's. Walman's is the name of a popular restaurant near the bridge. It so well know even rich people came over to eat there. Because of this old man Walman doesn't let homeless eat inside. That's why I snuck around back where you can get food. I came to a large wooden door and knocked once paused then knocked twice more. The door creaked open a crack and a single beady, little eye peered out. I waved to show who it was and the door flew open and a great, huge bulldog filled the doorway. "Danal! How you been?" He shouted defeating the purpose of all the secrecy. "I'm fine Claud. Keep it down." I whispered quickly entering the kitchen. The kitchen was large with various pots and pans everywhere, a large basin for cleaning them, and a enormous fireplace with a cauldron to match it over a roaring fire. The smell wafting over was enough to make my mouth water. I couldn't help but stare. "Alright. I get you some porridge. Sit." Claud motioned for a chair at the table. I sat as Claud fumbled around for a bowl and I stared lustfully at the bubbling cauldron filled with heaven's best. Claud ladled a hearty portion into a clay bowl and set it before me with a spoon. I ignored it as I stuffed my face with the gooey contents. It tasted even better than it smelled if that is possible. "Careful. You burn self." Claud warned. I already had in my mouth and on my hands, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get as much of the wonderful food as I could. "It is my wife recipe. Handed down for generation." "She sure knows what she's doin'." I said after swallowing the last of my bowl. "That is all I can give. Rest is for customer." He took the bowl and set it on the counter. "That's alright. You've done me quite the service just giving me something." "You wel-," He stopped short and inspected my swollen left cheek. "What happen?" "Angry customer." "Here I give balm. Make feel much better." Claud said grabbing a jar from the top shelf. "Wife make for burn, but should work." He said slathering a handful of noxious tan slime to my cheek. Surprisingly there was no more pain. "Hey, thanks, Claud. I haven't been treated this nicely since-" I choked on the rest of my sentence thinking of her again. "Your mother, she was good woman. Had heart bigger than me. Haha. She would hate to see you like this." I smiled realizing he was right, "Now go. Before Walman come." I thanked him one more time before he pushed me out of the door. It was early evening now and the sun was slowly lowering itself across the paling sky. It was so nice I decided to go for a walk around town. I made my way through the nicer parts of town, then as I progressed the streets got dirty and rough. The houses turned into small huts and everyone looked as though they were going to kill you and they might. I made my way to my old neighborhood and started recognizing things from the past. The alley my friend and I used to play knights in. The run-down tavern that our moms worked to barely get us by. The road my father used to leave us before dying in the war. I passed an equine watchman that eyed me up as I walked by. I listened fearful that he may start to follow. Although they are here to supposedly keep the peace. Around here they are even worse then the normal lot. They rob you in broad daylight and I've even seen them beat an old man to death for not having any money them to take. I was almost in the clear when I heard the clang of metal on pavement. I picked up the pace but the sound kept getting closer until he was almost upon me. "Danal? Is that you?" I looked straight at the face of my savior for once he saw the second fur he knew better then to step in. "Hale! How have you been?" He noticed the fear in my eyes and understood immediately. "I've been fine. Why don't you join me for tea?" I didn't even answer for once the door was opened I bolted in. Inside was a cozy little living/bedroom. a small bed to one side a pair of hand-made wooden chairs by the fireplace, which doubled as the kitchen. There was a table big enough for two in the back with chairs underneath. "Sit while I fix us that tea." Hale said striding to the pantry. Hale is male raccoon the same age as me, we grew up together and is like a brother to me. He is an inch shorter than me with grey fur, a black-ringed tail, a black around his eyes that look like a mask. He also is a slightly less built then I am. I sat quietly as Hale poured me a cup of tea and sat next to me by the fire I made. I took a calming sip of the hot liquid. The faintly sweet taste of the tea ran down my throat and seemed to lift all my troubles away. I started thinking of the times when it would be storming out and our mother would sit like this sipping tea and watching us we chased the cat around the furniture. It was nice to once only think of fond memories. "You guys always had the best tea." I said breaking the silence. "Yea.....How long have you been gone now?" Hale asked. "About a year." I hesitated thinking of the day I left. "So your eighteen now?" "Yep." There was another long silence. The tension was thick in the air it was sufacating. "You-you know you can stay here...if you want. Y ou don't have to live on the street." Hale said nervously. "I told you before I'm not going to burden you like that. You are barely surviving as it is." "You're not the only one who was hurt!" Hale said standing trembling with anger, "Beth was special to all of us! My mother's heart couldn't bear the pain and she died a week later! Your not the only one who is hurting!" Hale was gritting his teeth as tears streamed down his face. "At least you didn't have to hear Mary burn to death in her own home. Thanks for the tea." I said marching out of the house slamming the door as I went. I stepped quietly into the silent street. The full moon shined gently on the surrounding buildings outlining the jagged rooftops. I crushed a stick under my foot as I stepped into the vacant lot the was once my home. Tears started to form as the horrible memories washed over me. Memories of that day. It was a bright sunny day and I was fishing down by the river. I smelt smoke, it was a way off but I smelt it. I knew something was wrong, I looked back and my fears grew. I saw it was coming from our neighborhood.I ran as fast as I could never stopping even as my lungs screamed for air. I heard Mom before I saw the flames. It was a bone chilling, blood curdling scream. It echoed in my ears as I fell to my knees when I turned onto my street. Everyone was watching as watchman half-assed an attempt to put out the fire. I sat stock still. I watched as tears rolled down my cheek. Then I screamed, screamed at the top of my lungs. I screamed until I ran out of breath and my throat burned. Mary and Hale rushed to help, but I wouldn't move. "You can stay with us." Mary's words rang in my head as I sat in a chair after the blaze was put out. "Danal can you hear me?" she asked waving her hands in front of my eyes, "Please say something." "Maybe he hurt himself screaming Hale said bring in tea, "The honey will help your throat." "I'm leaving." I finally said, "I can't stay here." I got up denying the offered drink. "What! Where will you go!?" Hale exclaimed blocking the door. "I don't know or care I just have to get the hell out of here." I went for the door, but Hale moved to stop me. "Stay with us. We can help you." "Help me!? HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU HELP ME!?" I yelled pushing hale back a little, "CAN YOU BRING HER BACK!? I can't stay. You guys are barely making it. I have to leave." I made for the door and Hale didn't stop me. I thought to myself as I cried silently between piles of trash left in the lot. Maybe Hale should have stopped me. Maybe everything would be different. Maybe if I wasn't so stubborn I could actually be happy. I made up my mind. I will go back and apologize and if I'm lucky...Maybe he'll forgive me.

Jogging at night was the best idea that she’d ever had: not only was it significantly easier for her to cool down if necessary, but she could also enjoy some peace and quiet, away from all the other people who decided to try their hand at exercising for the first time in their life before inevitably dropping it two weeks later. Not that Talia could blame them, but the last thing on her mind was having to weave and dodge between large groups of furs all huffing and puffing as they struggled to make a single mile; thus, resolving to move her exercise routine for after most folks retired to their domiciles left her with a whole new world of possibilities, and plenty of empty space for the wolfess to enjoy herself in. And for a while, things were good; Talia would have dinner, do something else for a couple of hours, then head out to the park to run several laps, usually with a pair of headphones connected to the phone in her pocket. She felt reasonably safe around that part of town anyway, and even if someone was so bold as to try and accost her, the wolf had been an accomplished runner for several years, making it almost too easy for her to just turn tail and bolt out of any confrontation before her assailant even knew what was happening. No, the main threat to her wouldn’t come from other people, nor would it come from her sleep schedule needing slight readjustments; strangely enough, the main source of danger came from right above her head, from the big reflective piece of rock floating hundreds of thousands of miles away from the planet she was on: the bloody Moon. Not once had Talia considered the possibility that she might have the gene responsible for lycanthropy that some others of her species did; she had, after all, spent most of her adult life without any adverse reaction to moonlight, and no one else in her family had ever shown signs of having it either, leaving her secure in her assumption that she was free to bathe in the reflected light without having to worry about anything. Little did she know that her personal sample size, while vast, was ever-so-slightly skewed in just the right direction to lull her into a false sense of security, for through a sheer stroke of luck, Talia hadn’t ever been outside during a full moon her entire life; sure, she’d seen the big shiny circle in the sky through windows and curtains, but this filter prevented its effects from fully manifesting, leaving her thinking that she wasn’t one of the “unlucky” ones who had to worry about their bodies twisting and reshaping themselves whenever they were caught outside at the wrong time. Thus, the wolfess didn’t think twice about checking for the then-current moon phase whenever she prepared for her nightly jog; as far as she cared, it was utterly unimportant, and seeing as the experience of shifting her exercise to that late at night had actually helped her sleep better and more profoundly, she wasn’t about to start second-guessing her decision. If nothing else, having no clouds in the sky and a full moon above her head was the perfect scenario for her, as it gave her the best amount of light possible! Predictably, the effects began to take place mere moments after Talia left her apartment block and locked the door behind her, though they were faint enough at first that she didn’t take notice of them; maybe a little sense of tightness all around, but not strong to the point where her brain dedicated any resources to understanding why, it being easier to assume it had something to do with her workout clothes shrinking in the wash or something of the sort. ‘Twas only after she began walking to the park and her body continued to react to direct exposure to moonlight that a few alarm bells went off inside Talia’s head; she had no frame of reference for what was happening to her, nor did she even consider the possibility that it might be lycanthropy, hence why the slowly creeping sense of dread left her feeling terrified that something else might be wrong with her. She’d heard about that sort of thing happening right before heart attacks or the sort… but surely, she wasn’t anywhere near the risk group for that, not with the amount of exercise she did on a regular basis! Yet, Talia couldn’t shake the feeling that something was definitely off, that her body was acting in a way that it hadn’t ever before, even if she couldn’t quite pin down what it might be; it wasn’t until she heard the first stitches ripping open that her mind hyper-focused on the noises and immediately began drawing conclusions from thin air, and even then the wolfess was left staring at her shoulder as best she could for a few seconds before the thoughts coalesced in any meaningful way. There she was, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, her head slowly turning to the side to face her arm; she lifted it up, flexing it ever-so-gently… only for several gashes to open on her shirt as the mass within bulged out and tore the fabric to shreds, prompting the wolfess to yelp and jump back, her back slamming against the nearest building. In her mind, ideas raced one after the other, competing for first place in trying to explain what was going on; seconds felt like hours as Talia tried to get her thoughts in order, but the moment the remote possibility of lycanthropy grazed her consciousness, she knew what had to be done. It might not be it, and it might just be her imagination, but there was an alley right next to her and at least there she’d be safe from the light; with swiftness that could only be born from panic, Talia jumped into the space between apartment blocks, her back flat against one of the walls, angling herself so as to avoid having even the slightest sliver of moonlight fall on her… and just like that, the sense of pressure stopped. She hadn’t noticed it was even there at all, but the moment it was turned off, it was as if she was made acutely aware of how powerful it had been, with the weight off her shoulders being enough to force a relieved sigh out of her, if only for the time being. It also gave the wolfess some time to look at herself properly and gauge the amount of “damage” done, if that word could even be used; such a small walk and already her clothes were barely clinging onto her, small strips being all that kept her previously form-fitting workout gear still in one piece. Really, all she’d have to do would be flex a bit harder than usual for most of those fragile connectors to rip apart, leaving her all-but entirely naked apart from whatever clung to her fur… and despite the obvious consequences, Talia couldn’t help but feel a sudden warmth emerging from within her chest, blessing her whole body in general and her cheeks in particular. The idea was scandalous, lewd even, reserved for the sort of debauched fiction that kinksters online engaged in, and yet it was clearly there for her to take; assuming this wasn’t some elaborate dream she was having, the wolfess had it within her power to burst free from her clothes through her own muscle power, and quite frankly, that was far more alluring of a thought than it had any right to be. There was still a large part of her that fought back against it, the same one that kept trying to convince her to turn around, head back home, and hope to the heavens above that all she needed was some time away from the light for her gains to go back to normal; how was she supposed to live her life now that her body was a good foot taller and her physique had bulked up so much that none of her clothing fit? How was she supposed to indeed, Talia asked herself, the broken smirk solidifying into a nearly-predatory grin as the wolfess repeated that question again and again, running through not only the most obvious answers, but all the wonderful little extra additions that could be extrapolated from it. Once again assuming that the transformation was taking place, she had little in the way of justifications for why she shouldn’t just throw herself headfirst into it; now that Talia had had some time to appreciate the results, now that she’d had a few seconds to run her fingers across her frame, to hold and squeeze her new biceps, to truly come to terms with what the moonlight had done to her… well, it was difficult for the wolfess to say no to the opportunity presented to her, even if she had no clue why it was happening. Caution, however, still won in the end, albeit barely; as a sort of compromise, Talia convinced herself that, rather than going full-out, she would instead step out into the sidewalk again, just long enough that she could bathe in the light of the moon for a few extra seconds. The plan was for her to merely see what happened with a short exposure, nothing more, hence why it immediately went off the rails the moment her eyes were locked on the white disk up in the sky and her mind froze, unable to even consider the possibility of looking away. It was stronger than her, and in that moment, the wolfess suddenly understood what lycanthropes the world over meant when they talked about “lunacy”; she couldn’t stop, she couldn’t take her eyes off the moon, and it wasn’t a case of being unwilling, but downright unable. It was a biological necessity, as if she was parched and the lunar disk was the only source of water for miles around; she needed to imbibe, to drown herself in its light, to let it wash over her and give her its sustenance, that she might grow into ever more perfect forms. She had to stand there and feel as the pressure rose once more within her chest, slowly spreading to the rest of her body, until the whole of her felt as if it was about to burst; she had to stand there and listen to what remained of her clothing finally giving up the ghost, as the wolfess it was trying to contain outgrew the fabric’s ability to hold itself together. She had to stand there and feel as her physical frame expanded in every direction, to watch as the street below her grew ever more distant as her own height was magnified; and above all, she had to stand there and do nothing as the need to externalize all that energy reached a tipping point, beyond which there was nothing left for her to do but to surrender to the raging beast roiling inside of her. It was an animal, a brutish thing that cared not for any of the subtleties of modern life, merely desiring size and power, and whatever else the moonlight could give it; but it was not for Talia to decide when it was unleashed, for her role in the process was to absorb the reflected light from above until such a point as her body decided it had enough… and it wouldn’t do so until she was unrecognizable. Granted, her face was still the same, and anyone who knew her from before would probably be able to tell that it was her, but compared to her previous appearance, the giantess that now stood proudly where once had been the old Talia was nothing short of a brand new person, a goddess-in-the-making whose very being would be a beacon of pleasure to any brave enough to stand close to them. It all took place so quickly that the wolfess didn’t have time to breathe it all in, and it would’ve been even worse had the sudden dizziness of being released from the moon’s grasp not made Talia stumble sideways back into the alley, into which she just barely fit anymore. She hadn’t ever been small, far from it in fact, but there was a slight difference between her slim and athletic six-foot frame and what she was after the infusion of moonlight: easily past ten feet in height, and looking less like a casual jogger and far more like a someone who hit the gym for several hours every day: while she hadn’t been “blessed” with the sort of hyper-muscular form that she’d seen others descend into, there was no denying that the way she looked was a far cry from her old self, her body having been sculpted and molded in such a fashion that she might as well have been plucked straight from the front cover of some hypothetical magazine about giant amazons. The thought amused her almost as much as it did push her buttons, especially considering how Talia was well aware that further refinements were literally just a sidestep away; all she had to do was go stand in the light some more and it would further transform her into an object of worship for all the soon-to-be little ones around her, regardless of what their preferences might’ve been beforehand. After all, who could possibly resist the sight of someone like her, of someone whose mere presence exuded raw power and dominance? Why, she couldn’t even stand in the alleyway anymore without it being uncomfortable; with her frame having blown outwards in every direction, she had her back on one wall and her nipples shoved against the one opposite, with any motion all-but needing her to scrape some part of her against hard, unfeeling stone… and that just wouldn’t do. She was meant to be free, to show herself to the world, to put herself on full display so that any and all could stare in awe and be dumbstruck by her perfection; but above all, she was meant to bathe in the moonlight again, to receive her next “hit”, so to speak, to fill the hole that had begun to develop inside of her stomach. It was hunger, in a way, but not one that food could ever satisfy; not that she’d need food now that she had the light of the moon to sustain herself off of, allowing her to forgo the usual needs of other, lowly mortals and focus entirely on her new life and routine as an ascending proto-goddess. Honestly, it felt good to finally let go and allow her head to think about things in such terms, even if she did have a significant chunk of her psyche still screaming at her, demanding to know what she was thinking when she considered herself something of a divinity. It was getting easier to ignore those voices though… mostly because the self-acceptance that came with these divine realizations was far too pleasurable to be thrown back into its cage[a]. Better to set it free and see what happened when it inevitably took over; perhaps, Talia thought to herself, she’d eventually circle back around, where her pleasure high became so intense that her brain rebooted and sent her crashing back to something resembling proper sanity, at a point where her power was such that she could make good use of it. Or maybe she’d just keep getting wilder and more uncontrollable, unable to truly reign in the sensations threatening to overtake her as she absorbed more and more moonlight. Whatever the case, it was a win-win scenario in her book; control or lack of it, there would be pleasure, and plenty of it, enough that she didn’t consider what would happen when the sun inevitably rose and she lost the source of power. There was just so much of it right there that it didn’t seem appropriate to think further ahead in time, especially not when she still had plenty of hours left to soak in it and make herself huge! With a smile on her face, one far too wide and toothy for Talia’s own sake, the wolfess squeezed herself from the tight bind she’d stumbled into, almost falling flat on her face after losing her balance. There was no one outdoors near her, not even any cars in the street, but the commotion she’d been causing had been loud enough to attract attention from the myriad of individuals living in the apartment blocks next to her; none dared to actually open their windows, but if the giantess were to look up at the many lit squares above her, she’d see dozens of pairs of eyes, all staring at her, wide-open and incredulous as they tried to process what it was they were actually seeing. While lycanthropes were a known factor, as were those blessed with the right kind of genes to be able to grow to larger sizes with relative ease, very rarely did these two groups coincide; it was thought that one genetic make-up was dominant over the other, resulting in the volatile cocktail mixture being a one-in-a-million type situation with very few examples ever recorded… and even those didn’t get anywhere close to what Talia was looking like after just a few seconds more of moonlit exposure. Her body had taken to the silvery light like a moth to a flame, bulking up and outwards with every moment she spent not hiding herself from it, every second the wolfess decided to bathe in the cool night air rather than seek refuge. Soon enough there wouldn’t even be anywhere she could go to hide from it, her body having become too large for her to hide from the moon without having to sprint downtown and find some degree of cover underneath the skyscrapers dotting the skyline… assuming she wanted to do such a thing in the first place. As Talia walked forward however, as she made her way to the park with her mind on auto-pilot, some part of her wanting to play into the pretense of normality by carrying on with her planned jog, it was blatantly apparent to anyone watching that the last thing on the wolfess’ mind was stopping; with how wide that grin was, how satisfactorily she licked her lips, how loudly she moaned and begged for her body to grow further, her intentions were more than clear. She’d raise one of her arms, flexing her bicep just to watch as it bulged out further with every ounce of power she placed into it; she’d bring both of her arms in front of her, clenching her entire upper body and practically climaxing from the sounds and tactile feedback of having half of her form just puff up and bulk out with additional muscle mass, all while her legs slowly thickened with each step she took under the strain of having to carry a body like hers. It was madness, insanity really, something that the old Talia would never once have considered doing; how fortuitous, then, that this old version of herself was safely locked away in the back of her head where she couldn’t do any damage to this new, divine form that the wolfess had fashioned for herself, replaced with a new mind, a better mind, one that wasn’t afraid of cutting loose and giving all those onlookers something to stare at. Sure, they may be too scared to come and interact with her personally, but that didn’t mean they weren’t enjoying the show to some extent, thinking themselves safe behind their windows; once upon a time, Talia would be mortified at the notion of public displays like those, but now? Now it almost felt criminal not to show off, since after all, her body was rapidly approaching the twenty-foot mark, beyond which it’d be effectively impossible for her to hide herself at all… and if she couldn’t do anything to keep herself from being spotted, why bother spending time worrying about whether or not she was being seen? Why not take all that energy and flip it around, put it into every motion she performed in order to make them as alluring as possible, that the little ones around her might know that she was their new goddess, their new benevolent overlord, and that if they wanted a good show, all they had to do was keep watching, and she would provide. Nothing was required but their undivided attention, mostly because as Talia kept growing and her body continued to pack on additional mass, it became evident that her ability to absorb moonlight was increasing as well; it made some modicum of sense, as having more surface area on her did mean that she presented a bigger target, but it was still a pleasant surprise for a mind that had long-since stopped thinking about anything other than how great it felt to be under the moon. And really, it was only fair that her ascension would pick up the pace the further along she went with it, as it just wouldn’t do for the universe to force its new deity to do something as uncouth as wait for what was hers by right; no, the fact that the process still took some time was less of a requirement and more of a bonus, something for Talia to enjoy as her full, true form emerged into realspace and imposed itself upon the very fabric of reality. Why, she was already causing architectural damage to her surroundings purely by walking around in them, with each of her steps cracking the pavement and tarmac, and the occasional brush of her tail against a building leading to a significant chunk of its outer walls being scraped off, prompting whoever was inside to run outside screaming in panic. That is, until they were outside, at which point they were faced with something far greater than their fight-or-flight response: Talia herself. Now, the wolfess wasn’t deliberately trying to get people to follow her around mindlessly, nor was she putting any effort into her role as a goddess-in-the-making; it came naturally, and as a result, all that was really required of her was raw enthusiasm and the will to keep going past the point where it ceased being sustainable. But the universe had different ideas, ones that quite luckily complemented the wolfess’ existing plans… either that, or the very sight of her out there in the open was enough to trip some primordial, hitherto unknown switch inside people’s minds, because even the most terrified of runners almost immediately stopped in their tracks the moment they were within direct eyesight of Talia, and rather than continue sprinting away from the disaster zone, began slowly making their way towards her, babbling and slobbering all over themselves as their minds rapidly succumbed to the presence of a veritable divinity. As for the giantess, she didn’t notice; how could she, when the growth process had kickstarted in earnest, each additional inch of height granting her even more absorption capacity until her entire form acted like a lunar panel? She was a vessel for the sacred light, a former mortal enhanced beyond regular limits by the otherworldly reflections of the disk above her head. Talia knew that somewhere out there other lycanthropes were most likely going through their own transformations, so utterly insignificant and beyond minor compared to her own; she knew what they felt now, knew what it was like to have her body be wrested from her own hands and turned into something alien that she couldn’t understand. Unlike the rest of them, however, the wolfess didn’t merely stop there; unlike them, she wrested control back, took it from whatever force had tried to claim it, and now that it had led down this path, she wasn’t about to let go of it. Let others be satisfied with only destroying a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, she was going to keep going until the very concept of clothing could no longer apply to her; she was going to close her eyes and breathe in, filling her lungs with the light, letting it seep through her pores, drowning in it until she couldn’t consider an existence in which she wasn’t perpetually blessed by it. She was going to stand there and feel as her frame expanded ever faster, every quicker, until the little ones around her had to make the choice: either start running properly, or jump onto her body and hold on for dear life. There would be no stopping her once she got started, that much Talia promised herself; only her body, absorbing ever-higher quantities of reflected moonlight, overtaking everything around her. Her claws, digging trenches into the ground as her paws grew to a size where they could stomp down and flatten entire city blocks; her legs, so thick that they weren’t so much tree trunks as entire chunks of woodland condensed into two titanic pillars. Her upper body, chiseled to perfection, months and years and decades of regular exercise condensed into moments, leaving her as the absolute pinnacle of physicality; really, there was no other way for her to go but up, and given the way the city around her seemed to be flying away at high speed, that much was being taken care of already. As the growth sped up, it became so much harder to parse what was even happening; it felt like eons had passed since the first signs of change took hold of her, and the thought that merely gaining a few inches was once enough to leave her near a state of panic felt downright heretical to the new Talia. Now that she could easily pack on a few extra miles whenever she wasn’t paying attention, the initial stages of her ascension had become little more than footnotes, an introductory note on the eternal novel that her life had become; now she was better, now she could flex and have her body gain enough muscle mass to be distributed among the rest of her that she could probably crush an additional country. Now she had become titanic, finally unable to contain the burgeoning energies roiling inside of her; the moonlight had taken her over completely, suppressed whatever remained of her old self, and replaced it with a pliable, excitable wolf goddess whose sole concern was to take in more of it, panting and whining all the while as she veered wildly between domineering and utterly submissive to the very transformative process which had made her the way she was then. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, one made even more intolerable by how her frame had reached a point where it began competing with the planet for room; it was obvious that one of them would have to budge, and while Talia would’ve loved nothing more than for the Earth to vanish into some part of her that she could have fun with, her balance had already been bad since before breaking through the first cloud layer, and now that her head was so far up in the stratosphere that breathing was no longer an option (not that she needed it, of course), perhaps it’d be best for her to take the first step. It wasn’t that hard, honestly; by that point, all the wolfess had to do was execute a small hop, and soon enough the gravitational dance between herself and her homeworld had left her in low orbit, floating there as she looked down at the site of her ascension. There used to be a city there, somewhere amidst what were now scratched ruins and large, paw-shaped holes dotting the local geography; now there was naught but devastation, a small price to pay in exchange for being given a body as perfect as her own, a body so vast and imposing that it could exist in orbit around the planet, no thoughts given to how surviving in such conditions was even possible. As far as Talia cared, it was her own perfection that shielded her from the vacuum, the sheer hardness of her musculature and the resilience of her physical form that allowed her to continue being in an environment that should’ve killed her a long while ago. She was, ultimately, a goddess after all, and as a goddess she had no need for such things as breathing, or eating, or drinking, or sleeping, or doing anything other than basking in the light of the moon… though her current size did pose an interesting question: would it even work, now that she was so big that the sun was right around the corner? Moonlight was, at the end of the day, just photons being ejected from the local star and then reflected by the surface of the Earth’s satellite, not something the Moon itself produced… so surely, if that was the case, then she should be fully capable of absorbing direct sunlight with the exact same results, without having to worry about reshaping herself yet again, if for no other reason than because she willed that to be the case. Even if exposure to the moon’s reflected light was necessary for other lycanthropes, Talia wasn’t other lycanthropes; she was a deity, a goddess, and as one, it was her right to determine what rules did and did not apply to her. Therefore, if she decreed that sunlight was good enough for her, then sunlight would be good enough for her, and the universe would just have to adapt around that. It felt… right, to assert herself in such a manner. It felt like she should’ve done so a long time prior, rather than accepting her lot in life and just trying to slowly better herself like everyone else did. It felt like a door had finally been opened… no, that a door had always been open, and she just then had crossed the threshold into a palatial residence that had always been there to receive her. A new dawn was fast approaching. And she would bathe in it as well. [a]BOOKMARK - 2500 WORDS

Title: Freshman Year: Chapter 4 A Little too Far by Kaily Spensor Tags: Adult, Adult Content, Anthro, Character Development, Emotional, Equine, Gay Relationships, Horse, Male, Multiple Species, Plot Development, Raccoon, Relationships, Story Progression, Story Series, Teenager Chapter 4 - A Little too Far "Hey!" A girl's voice rang out over the general din in the crowded hallway. "Hey Kris, wait up!" Several students made protesting sounds as someone pushed their way through the tightly packed bodies in his direction. Kris paused nearly tripping the red panda boy behind him as he looked back to see who was calling him. A smile broke over his face as he saw Kittara waving at him and he stepped out of the general flow of traffic to wait for her. "What's up?" Kitt stopped beside him and thrust her calculus test toward his paws. "This!" She sounded disgusted, letting the paper go before he even had a grip on it. Fumbling a little to catch it before it fell to the floor he looked down at a big red 62 circled in the same red ink. "Oh Kitt! What happened? You were doing so well!" He looked up to meet her frustrated gaze, placing a sympathetic paw on her shoulder. Kitt snorted, grabbing her test from his paws and angrily shoving it into her backpack. "I froze up! Everything went right out of my head!" She zipped her bag shut and threw it over her shoulder nearly hitting Krista as the mouse girl came up behind her. "Hey guys what's news?" Krista was her usual perky happy self until she caught sight of the vixen's face. "Oh no what's wrong? Did that cute boy in home room turn you down for a date or something?" Her ears folded back into her short dark hair as she contemplated the horror of being turned down. "No it's my Calculus test... you know the one I had to pass in order to stay on the swim team!" Kitt fumed a little more crossing her arms under her bust and stamping her foot. "It isn't fair! I worked hard on that and I thought I had at least most of the answers correct!" She was starting to whine now and it made both Kris and Krista's ears fold back as they winced from the high pitch. A large paw fell on Kris' shoulder making the boy turn his head and find himself staring at the good looking swim coach. He felt a blush rising up in his cheeks when he remembered what he'd done the night before thinking about just this individual... "You kids ready for practice? We have some new members to the swim team starting tonight. Anyone know where Audio is? I'd like you all there so we can do introductions." Coach O'Brien seemed oblivious to Kitt's bad mood, smiling at each of the three impartially. Though when he looked at Kris, the raccoon felt like his whole body was going to burst into flame and disappear in a shower of ashes. Kittara's eyes widened and she looked from Krista to Kris hoping that one of them would bail her out so she didn't have to tell the coach that she failed her calculus test. Krista missed the look completely and blabbed it out in a rush. "Oh Coach, Kitt failed her calculus test! And the swim meet is next weekend! What are we gonna do?" The mouse girl was watching the coach so she didn't see the look that Kitt shot at her. Privately Kris wondered if it was possible for the vixen to kill with that look. The horse looked from Krista to Kitt, his eyes widening. "Is that true Kittara?" The look on her face was all the confirmation that he needed. With a deep sigh he moved his paw from Kris' shoulder to the vixens sparking a momentary jealousy in Kris. "Tell you what, I'll talk to your teacher and see if I can get you a makeup test, but the rest is up to you." He held her eyes for a few moments until she nodded. "It is going to take some work to get that grade back up where it needs to be, I suggest you find yourself a tutor who's good in Calculus." With that he turned and headed toward the athletic complex calling back over one magnificent shoulder. "I expect you all in the pool in ten minutes." Then he was gone disappearing through the large doors that separated the academic part of the school from the athletic complex. \* \* \* \* \* Knowing that he only had a few minutes before the coach and that freak of a raccoon made their way to the changing room, Audio scampered down the hall the moment the bell rang. He pushed rudely past a few of the upper classmen as he darted between the big doors that lead to the athletic complex. It was easier to make his way down this hall as only a few furs had gym as the last class of the day and most of those were on one team or another so would be making for their own changing rooms. Still unobserved he slipped into the pool and headed for the boys locker room. He flung his backpack down against the lockers and fumbled with the unfamiliar combination he'd soft click and he looked around to make sure he was still unobserved. Fumbling in his managed to oversee the raccoon using a few days ago. The locker came open with a backpack he pulled out a squeeze tube of "Icy Hot" then pawed through the other boy's locker until he found that damned bright green Speedo. Mumbling to himself, "I'll show you." He applied a thick coating of the gel to the inside of the suit then tucked it back into the boy's locker and locked it. By the time Coach O'Brien poked his head into the room Audio was calmly removing his school uniform in order to put on his school issue black Speedo. "Oh good I was hoping to see you here Audio. We have a few new members to the team today and I want everyone poolside in five minutes to do introductions." The coach smiled at him and ducked back out into the pool area before Audio could do more than nod in agreement. It would be a shame to miss the sight when that raccoon put on his suit but in order to make sure that he wasn't blamed for it he hurried a little so he'd be out by the pool long before the coach wanted him there. \* \* \* \* \* Venn walked out into the pool area and looked around, sitting on the bench along the side of the pool where two of his new recruits, both of the girls. Only Marcus was missing so far but he was sure the cat would turn up just at the last minute. The boys changing room opened and Audio came out, dropping his backpack just outside the door. Then the main doors opened and in poured Kris and the two girls he'd been talking with in the hallway, followed, predictably at the last possible moment by Marcus. Once they were all assembled he blew his whistle to get their attention and walked over to the group that had formed by the two new girls, Audio trailing along behind him. "Okay some of you know each other, some of you don't. I want each of you to give your name and tell us why you want to be on the team. Audio since you are already dressed for the pool how about you go first?" The fennec's eyes widened and he bit his lower lip but he nodded. Looking at his hindpaws he said, "I'm Audio, I'm here because my Dads say I have to do something physical and swimming at least keeps you cool." Then he stepped back as if that would make him less conspicuous. The vixen was next, "I'm Kittara, but everyone calls me Kitt. I'm here cause I make the school swimsuit look good!" She got a few giggles from the other girls and a speculative look from Marcus. "Krista, I'm here cause my mom says competition is good for you and swimming is a good full body exercise." The mouse girl took a half step behind her vixen friend when she finished speaking. "Brittany, it was this or cheer leading." The little chipmunk looked like she wanted to be anywhere but beside the pool. The wolf girl settled her dark grey fur and turned her yellow gaze on the raccoon, "I'm here to make sure that we win regional and boost Kris all the way to state." She paused a moment then added, "Oh I'm Sylvia." Marcus cleared his throat, "Marcus, I'm here cause there are more girls than boys on this team." He flashed the four girls a dazzling smile and winked, which garnered more titters and giggles. His black fur was a striking contrast to Krista's white, which only made it that much more obvious when the panther put his paw on her shoulder and whispered something into her ear that had her blushing furiously. "Kris, I'm here for the competition, I need it if I'm going to make it onto the Olympic team in four years." The raccoon boy said it without any idea that he sounded pompous and full of himself. Venn shook his head slightly and managed to hide his smile, so young and so sure of himself, the boy was going to get himself into trouble one of these days. "Alright off to the changing rooms. Those of you without school suits follow me to the office and we'll get you set up. The rest of you be back here in 5 minutes so we can start laps." Venn headed for his office with the new students following him, He didn't realize that Kris wasn't with the group until he started handing out suits. Both girls took sizes that were in stock and Marcus was the same size as he was so there was one for him as well, but Kris was missing. Venn's head jerked up as he heard a startled gasp from the boys locker room followed by what sounded like a scream of pain! He was moving before he realized it shoving Sylvia out of the way as he ran for the door leading from his office into the boy's changing room. What he saw when he burst through the door was utterly confusing. Kris was wearing his neon green Speedo, but he was jerking at the material and dancing around as if his loins were on fire, screaming and yelling the entire time. He fell hard against the lockers and slid to his backside still yanking at his suit as if the thing were burning him. Behind Venn crowded the three new members of the team and through the other door came Kittara and Krista both clad in their black school issued suits. By this time Kris was curled up on the floor pulling his suit to get it off, totally unaware of the gathered students of both sexes that were watching him. Venn quickly blew his whistle and shouted, "Girls out!" He moved quickly to the stricken boy's side and tried his best to shield him from sight as the girls scattered like frightened birds. "Marcus grab a towel." The only thing he could think to do was to help Kris get his suit off since that seemed to be what he was trying to do. His hands grabbed the green material and he pulled roughly, yanking the suit down off Kris' legs and throwing it into the corner. When Marcus handed him the towel he draped it over the boy's nude body, and tried to figure out what was happening. Kris whimpered, "It burns!" shoving the towel against his groin and scrubbing at himself like he was trying to rub his skin off. Venn picked the boy up and headed for the showers, Marcus automatically moving out of the way. Not caring that he was still dressed in his shorts and t-shirt he stepped under the nozzle with the raccoon in his arms. He tried to get Kris back on his feet but the boy kept curling up in a fetal position as if he was unable to deal with the pain that he was feeling. With his mind only on helping the boy Venn pulled the towel away from the his groin and looked to see if he could find the source of his distress. A thin coating of something gel-like covered the boys sheath, scrotum and looked as if it went between his legs, everywhere that the suit had covered him. Realizing that Kris was in no state to clean himself he barked "Marcus out!" as he reached for the shower controls to flip them on full blast. With his left arm supporting the boy in a half sitting position he did his best to smear soap on his right paw into a lather. Taking a deep breath Venn did his best to calm himself then started talking, "Kris, I have to wash it off. Try and hold still for me." He brought his paw down and started with the boy's pelvis trying to avoid the more intimate touch that was going to be required for as long as he could in hopes that the boy would calm enough to be able to wash that part himself. "That's it, hold still." His fingers worked at the short fur around the boy's sheath, but cleaning the sticky gel away was proving to be more difficult than he'd have imagined. The soap kept washing away in the constant stream of water making it necessary for him to go back time and again for more to help clean the sticky persistent goo from the boy's short fur. He kept up a constant soft commentary to the boy to keep him from squirming out of his grip while he worked. Finally the right side of the boy's hip was clean down to where his sheath started, he moved to the left side, the heel of his paw brushing against the limp sheath unavoidably as he worked soap into the fur. After what seemed like hours, but could only have been minutes, he managed to work the gel out of the left side of the boy's hip and pelvis, but still he was concerned. Kris had subsided from screaming to whimpering but still he wouldn't uncurl his legs making Venn's task that much more difficult. He shifted the boy then, pulling him against his chest and working his right hand down over his backside, again thinking that if he could just sooth the boy enough he could let him clean the rest himself. The sticky goop had gotten under the boys tail on the bare skin that ran down between his buttocks which, considering how swimsuits fit, wasn't surprising. Still it meant that he had his fingers down the crack of the boys backside. As carefully as he could he worked more soap into the skin, which was starting to look raw and red, trying to hurry his movements but still reluctant to move onto more dangerous areas of the boys anatomy. His fingers slid down lower and lower, carrying the cleansing soap to the abraded flesh. He steeled himself as he felt the tips of his fingers brush over the boys anus. A shocked gasp came out of the boy and he reminded himself that Kris was in pain and needed him to get the stuff off him. As gently as he possibly could he spread the soap further down making sure the goo was truly gone from the boy's skin as he went. The soft sounds Kris was making against his shoulder were a combination of pain and pleasure that he'd never heard issuing from a throat that young before. Rather than arouse him as it would if those sounds came from a man his age he found that it enraged him and made his blood boil. Who would torture a child this way? Finally the bare patches were clean and the black skin looked less angry and raw and more like it should. Again he rolled the boy over, this time onto his bottom now that sitting wouldn't cause more pain. "Okay Kris can you finish? Do you think you can wash the rest of it off?" He had a moment of hope before Kris' shaking paws made him realize that the boy was still far too traumatized to manage that simple act. "It's all right. I'll get it off." Taking another deep breath he reached for the soap again. His paw felt huge and fumbling as it wrapped around the boys scrotum, fingers working under his bunched up skin to work the gooey stuff out of that sensitive fur. Knowing just how tender that area could be he was as gentle as he was with the boys backside. "Hush Kris, it'll be over soon." The boy had calmed further as the goop was removed but he still couldn't stay still, it made Venn worry that he'd missed some of it on his bare skin. It wasn't until he'd finished cleaning most of the boys sac that he understood the reason that Kris couldn't stay still. The warmth of his palm on the boy's scrotum made him start to become aroused. As if that wasn't bad enough, the boy started screaming again when his tip pushed from the lips of his sheath. The black skin was abraded and raw looking worse than his backside had been since the gooey gel had been on the skin longer due to Venn's reluctance to touch him there. With horror he watched the poor boy reach down and try to pull the skin off his own penis. He grabbed for Kris' paws and held them back with his left paw, dumping the container of soap directly onto the abused skin. His right paw wrapped gently around the exposed portion of the boys glans and with no further regard for his innocence he started to rub the skin clean. The water washed the soap away but some of it got into the boys sheath, all Venn could think of was that if the soap got in there than the gel likely did as well. Steeling himself for another agonized scream from Kris he pulled the boys young sheath down and exposed the raw looking skin on the inside of the top portion. "Jesus, hold still Kris I'm trying to be gentle but it's got to come off or it'll burn more." The boy thrashed in his arms as he tried to be gentle, but soon found himself holding the whimpering young man down as he forcefully cleaned the goo from his sheath and shaft. The boy eventually stopped whimpering but was reduced to broken sobbing. Venn had tears running down his face and a lump in his throat. He gathered the sobbing boy into his arms and just held him, rocking slightly back and forth. "Hush now, it's over. I got it all off. Shhh, it'll be all right now." Several more minutes went by before Kris was able to stop crying, when he did, Venn lifted him to his feet and helped him stumble out of the shower to one of the benches. He grabbed a handful of towels and started rubbing the boy's shoulders and back dry. When Kris took the towel from him he used another to wipe his face, retrieved the soiled Speedo and turned to look at the door to the pool. "Can you dry off and get dressed on your own?" He waited until Kris whispered "Yes coach." in a husky cracked sounding voice, then headed purposefully toward the door. Out by the pool all heads turned toward him and all eyes met his. He did a quick head count and asked, "Where are Audio, Kittara and Krista?" But before he got an answer the two girls came running back into the pool with Jennifur the school nurse practitioner. Jennifur didn't even pause just slipped past him and into the boy's changing room the ginger collie to focused the fact that she had a patient to worry about more anything else right now. With only Audio missing Venn had a pretty good idea who it was that pulled that horrible prank on the raccoon boy. His back stiffened and he took a deep breath before he called out. "Practice is cancelled tonight, go home, I'll see you all Monday morning for laps before school." Then he returned to the boy's changing room. Jennifur was talking in a hushed voice to Kris as the door closed behind Venn, she didn't even bother to glance up just kept her attention on her patient. "It burned, did it stop after the soap washed it off?" Her dark eyes never left Kris' face as she asked him questions about what happened. He had a towel wrapped over his lap and seemed to be holding it there for dear life. Seeing the boy's discomfort Venn thought it was because of what he'd had to do to get the glue like substance off and stayed behind Kris by the door so that he wouldn't have to face the person who'd just basically molested him. It didn't work the way he expected though, Jennifur glanced at him over the boy's shoulder and Kris turned to see him standing there just inside the door. "Coach!" There was such relief in the raccoon's voice that Venn went to place a trembling paw on his shoulder. The moment that large warm weight hit his shoulder Kris seemed to relax, closing his eyes and letting out the breath that he'd been holding since he saw the coach. Jennifur looked at his shaking paw then lifted her eyes to his. "You did the right thing Coach O'Brien. I would have been too late to get the chemical off his skin before it caused blisters." Having reassured the adult male that she would not be pressing charges against him for touching the boy inappropriately, she turned her attention back to Kris. "I still need to see what damage has been done Kris. Now that the coach is back can you move the towel and let me see?" She didn't make any move to pull the towel out of the boy's hands, instead she looked up at Venn her eyes asking for help. Venn threw a leg over the bench and pulled Kris' back against his chest keeping his arm around the slender form. "Kris she needs to see how bad it is, just lift the towel away. I promise she won't touch you." While he kept his voice calm and level, being behind the kit allowed him to show Jennifur the horror he experienced when he saw what the gloopy stuff had done to the boy's genitals. "Please Kris, she's here to help." He reached down and covered one of the boy's trembling paws wrapping his fingers into the towel and slowly lifting. Kris put up no resistance but he did close his eyes as the towel lifted from his lap. Jennifur didn't make a liar of Venn, she kept her paws folded in her lap. She hissed in a shocked breath when the abraded flesh of his scrotum came into view. It wasn't until Venn pushed the towel out of Kris' shaking grasp and pulled the boy's paws up out of the way that she was able to see the opening to his sheath and the beginning of the real damage. Venn wrapped his arm around the boy holding his paws up against his own chest. "Kris this is going to hurt a bit but she has to see what happened, you understand?" He caught and held the boy's eyes all traces of the horror gone. He nodded slowly watching the boy until Kris copied his movement, his head making a jerky shift up then back down. "I'm sorry Kris." He breathed into the soft shell of the raccoon's raised ear. His free hand slid down to the boy's lap and without giving him time to tense up or brace for the pain he pulled the young sheath down and held it to expose the head of the boy's penis. Kris whimpered as the pain hit him, his paws tightening on Venn's chest almost painfully, but the horse bore it stoically, holding the boy in place no matter how much he wanted to twist away from the pain. Jennifur swore under her breath, jerking her head back as soon as the blistered skin came into view. She nodded quickly to Venn, turning to the bag she brought with her and fumbling for the burn ointment that she knew was in there some place. "It looks like a severe allergic reaction to something. Do you know what it was that came in contact with his skin?" Her shaking paws came up with the cream and she opened it, holding it out to the horse. "As much as you can get onto him without popping the blisters." She held the little pot of creamy ointment steady on her palm. "No only that it seemed to be on his swimsuit." Venn looked at the whimpering boy in his arms and the little pot of cream then frowned. "Kris, throw your leg over the bench and lean back into my chest. Come on, you can do that much right?" He assisted as much as he could while the raccoon shifted position, holding him steady until the boy was leaning firmly against his chest. His left paw moved from around the boy's chest down to hold his sheath back and he lifted his right paw toward the ointment. "Wait, it's got numbing properties." Jennifur pulled out a large latex glove and carefully fitted it over Venn's fingers before she held the pot of salve out to him again. This time she didn't protest when Venn dipped two fingers into the little pot and carried the ointment to the abraded skin. His head looked down along the boy's lean body as he started to rub the creamy salve into his burned skin. It was a terribly intimate position, the young fur leaning into his chest while he rubbed his right paw over his glans and sheath. He did his work quickly glancing at Jennifur nervously several times as he did. The nurse practitioner nodded encouragingly, "Good job coach, now the scrotum. Did any of the chemical get on the boy's backside?" Since Kris had remained sitting the entire time she was in the room it was reasonable that she didn't know about it getting all down the crack of his backside. Venn swallowed hard and nodded to her. "Yeah, from the base of his tail all down between his glutes." He tried to be clinical about this but the boy was responding, his body reacting to the touches now that the pain was muted through the numbing effect of the medicine. Kris' paws were resting on Venn's thighs, and he had his head turned away from Jennifur his muzzle resting against the horse's shoulder. It wasn't surprising that his shaft was swelling in the coach's grip but it sure made Venn squirm behind him trying not to let it go to his head. Venn studied the situation for a few moments as he worked ointment into the last of his abraded scrotum. "Okay Kris, now I need you to put your leg over mine and turn as far away from Jennifur as you can Alright?" He helped the boy roll away from the Nurse, holding his left arm down the raccoon's chest and tucking his fingers around the boy's side as Kris rolled to face away. "That's good, just hold there a minute while I put some on your backside." He lifted the boys right glute with his fingers carefully to let Jennifur inspect the abraded skin under the boy's tail before he started smearing the soothing cream over it. "Just a little more Kris and we're all done." He tried to keep his mind off the fact that he was once again running his fingertips over and around the tight little pucker and up under his tail. A few more minutes and he was finished the boy was like a limp rag in his arms exhausted by the combination of unexpected torture of having that gooey stuff on him and the following steps to get it off and the damage on the mend. Venn let him rest against his shoulder while Jennifur took the glove off his right paw. "He'll need to apply that at least three or four times a day till the blisters go down. Are you going to tell his parents or did you want me to call them and explain?" She twisted the cap tight on the little pot of salve and put it on the bench by Venn's hip. Venn had to think about that for a few moments while he held onto the limp boy. "I think he lives with his father but his mother is out of town, how about you call her and I'll tell him when I take Kris home?" He shifted the boy's nearly dead weight back over so he was leaning against his chest instead of over his left arm. The collie nodded slowly as she gathered up her things. "That'll work. I will leave him with you since he doesn't seem to trust anyone else to touch him." She paused and placed a comforting paw on the horse's shoulder. "You did good Coach. Nothing you did was improper or against the law, you provided the aid he needed when he was in pain." She squeezed her fingers tight for a moment then took herself and her bag out of the room leaving Venn to figure out how to get the kit dressed and home when he didn't seem to want to do anything but sleep right now. \* \* \* \* \* Audio heard the first scream and his lips turned up in a self satisfied smile, then the racoon screamed again and he thought to himself, what a baby. But as the tortured sounds continued and everyone rushed into the boys changing room he realized he was in deep trouble. Grabbing his backpack he beat a hasty retreat not caring that he was still dressed in his swimsuit. Just outside the pool doors he stopped and pulled his pants out of his backpack, it would look odd if he was seen walking away from the pool in just his suit. After pulling them on he added his shirt but left off his jacket, after hours none of the teachers would stop him for not being in full uniform. But where to go... If Kerris and Mythic find out about this they'll send me back for sure and I don't want to go back to that horrible group home! Fuck! Why did that bloody raccoon have to be such a baby! if he'd just taken it like the joke it was meant to be this wouldn't have happened and I could be back there swimming with the rest of the team right now. But no he had to be a little drama queen and scream bloody murder! Looking around he considered his options, if he left the school, made sure to be seen then no one would be too suspicious. He could go home... No, not home, never home again, back to the Foxworthy place and grab the few things that belonged to him. But then where would he go? While he was mulling this over another student came down the hall toward him. The boy was a fennec like him, taller, around one and a half meters in all, but slender like he was. He was already wearing his casual clothing since the last bell had rung about a half hour before, dressed in a dark green hoodie and a faded pair of jeans. His mop like hair hung down under the hood to half cover his eyes as he looked Audio over noticing the hastily donned clothing. "Hey kid, what's up? I heard some kind of commotion back there." The taller boy indicated the closed pool doors where the screaming had finally stopped. Just then the doors swung open in a rush as Kittara and Krista raced through them and down the hall both still in their swimsuits, looking like runaway catwalk models. Audio dodged to the side just in time not to be hit by the doors pulling the taller boy with him, then made sure that neither of the girls noticed them. "Shhh!" He put his finger to his lips to indicate he wanted the older student to be silent for a bit, once the girls were out of sight he turned back to the larger boy. The Fennec looked from the departing girls to the fennec in front of him and put two and two together. "You did something and now you need a place to hide, right?" He put his paws on his hips seeming to consider Audio's plight. "I might have a place you can hole up, but it's going to cost you. Are you willing to pay for it?" Audio cringed inside, there were things in his past that he didn't want to think about and one of them was staring him in the face right now. He was pretty sure what kind of payment the other student would want in exchange for helping him but he really needed to find a place to go until all this blew over and he could find a more permanent solution that didn't involve him going back to that group home. His ears drooping slightly he nodded, "I'll pay. Just get me out of here!" He slung his backpack over his shoulder and looked up at the larger student expectantly. A slow knowing smile spread over the fennec's face as he turned and motioned for Audio to follow him. They went down the nearly empty hallway until a smaller one branched off to the left, making sure that no one noticed them taking that second hall the fennec hurried Audio along until they came to an unmarked door that the fennec hadn't known existed, it was locked but the older boy had a key that unlocked it. There were stairs up behind the door and with a last glance behind them to make sure no one saw, Audio darted through the doorway and up the stairs. His guide paused long enough to relock the door before following him up. \* \* \* \* \* Kris was finally starting to walk on his own when Venn got him out of the car at his apartment building. Though he was still leaning on the horse for support. "Come on Kris you need to pay attention now, I don't know which apartment is yours." Jennifur had directed he get the boy home as soon as possible and bundled into his bed where he'd stay warm to counter the shock. She said he'd need to go see a doctor in the next few days to make sure the damage was healing properly and to find out what it was the boy was allergic to. She'd also given him some Benadryl with strict instructions to take it every four hours to counter the usual allergy side effects like swelling and itching. What she hadn't said was how to explain the incident to the boy's father. Kris pointed to the stairs and Venn sighed inwardly, of course it wouldn't be a main floor apartment. With great care the two of them made it up the stairs to the second level where Kris again pointed, this time down the hall and Venn blessed any and all gods that he didn't have to try to get the boy up a second flight. He indicated a door on the right and Venn helped him in that direction. "Is your Dad home?" Kris shook his head even as he reached into his pocket to find the key. "No, he'll be at the gym for another half hour at least. He gets home when you let us out of the pool for the evening on nights when we have practice." Kris sounded so tired, granted Jennifur had said he'd be tired for a few days while the medication worked with his body's natural defenses but he hadn't been expecting this lethargy. As the boy opened the door he suddenly went stiff, turning to face Venn with wide awake eyes. He slipped through the partially open doorway and held it mostly closed as he spoke with the horse. "Er Coach, I don't think... I mean Dad isn't home right now and... I'm awful tired. Can't you just call him or something?" For a moment Venn felt like the boy was hiding something but then the implications of going into the apartment with an under aged boy and no parental supervision sunk in and he took a step back. "Good thought. Give me his number and I'll call him as soon as I get back to the car." Kris gave him the number and waited while Venn put it into his phone, he wanted to say more but held his tongue, what he wanted to say might sound bad to anyone who was lurking about in the hallway. In stead he settled for, "Try and get some sleep." Before he turned his back and walked slowly away from the boys door. \* \* \* \* \* Kittara walked into the house and called out, "Audio, what did you do?" only to find Kerris in the kitchen looking at her like she'd lost her mind. "He's not home yet." The older fox frowned and canted his head at her, "Why are you home? Don't you both have swim practice tonight?" He looked at the clock to make sure he wasn't mistaken about the time. The vixen pulled up short and stared at Kerris. "He didn't come home?" She dropped her backpack in the entryway and shoved the door closed behind her then made her way to where the older fox was preparing something for dinner. "He left before Krista and I went to get Jennifur, he should have been home ages ago." She reached out and stole a piece of cheese from the cutting board Kerris was working with. Kerris mock growled and batted at her paw with his own, "That's for dinner, get a snack out of the fridge if you want something now." Then he went thoughtful for a moment before asking, "Why did you have to get Jennifur?" He kept his ears turned toward her as he worked on cutting the cheese into small slices to cover the lasagne that he was just about finished putting together. Kittara jerked the fridge open and stuck her head into it coming up with a Hotpocket and a bottle of strawberry kiwi juice. "As near as we can figure it out Audio did something to Kris' swim suit and he had an allergic reaction to whatever it was. At least we all assume it was Audio since he lit out of there like his tail was on fire when Kris started screaming!" She popped the Hotpocket into the microwave and hit the buttons to turn it on, "Coach was blistering mad when he figured out who had to have done it. I've never seen him so angry before." She leaned her back against the counter opening her drink while she waited for the microwave to ding. Kerris stopped moving his eyes widening, then turned to his cutting board and started putting things away. "That must be why he wanted the muscle cream this morning. Good lord! If it was just supposed to be a prank..." He frowned as he carefully cleaned the knife he'd been using, dried it and put it away where it belonged. "We'll wait till Mythic gets home and see if Audio comes back on his own but if he doesn't we'll have to go find him." They had about an hour before the other fox would be home so Kerris put the lasagne into the preheated oven and tidied up the kitchen, finishing up the dishes that he'd used in his preparations. The microwave chirped and Kittara busied herself pulling the Hotpocket out and blowing on it to cool it. "I don't get why he didn't come home yet though, I mean sure you and Mythic are likely to be upset but no where near as mad as coach was." She bit into the hot treat and had to stop talking as she tried to breathe cool air over the too hot morsel in her mouth. Kerris settled into a kitchen chair facing her, "Think about it Kitt, he's been through a lot of changes in the last few months and all the sudden he's facing two angry parents. Don't you remember when he first came to live with us how skittish he was, it's possible he thinks we won't want him any more because of this." There was a deep sadness in his voice as he said this. Once she had swallowed she snorted, "That's just stupid! Doesn't he know that family means you stick together through good and bad times?" She took a bite of the now much cooler snack and chewed thoughtfully. "You and I know that but remember Audio came from a different kind of family, they didn't support each other like we do and that makes it hard for him sometimes when things like this happen." He was about to go on when he heard a knock on the front door. Standing up he headed for the door calling back over his shoulder, "Kitt, take your bag up to your room please." The vixen sighed but followed him toward the door to retrieve her backpack they reached the door together in time to hear an impatient second knock on the solid oak. When the door opened a very flustered Venn nearly dropped his cellphone which was giving him a busy signal yet again. "Oh Kerris, you startled me. Is Audio home? I need to ask him some questions about something that happened in the locker room this evening." He shoved his phone into his pocket and tried not to look like he was about to chew the fennec's head off. Kerris having already heard the just of it from Kittara shook his head. "No, we haven't seen him. I'm actually a little worried that he hasn't come home yet." He looked at the vixen who made a point of picking up her backpack and walking heavily up the stairs. "Come in, let's go over what happened and see if we can't find some way out of this mess." He pushed the door further open and stepped back to give the horse room to enter. \* \* \* \* \* Tap, tap, tap. Someone was knocking on the apartment door. Tap, tap, tap. Kris pulled his pillow over his head and whimpered. Why couldn't whoever it was just go away! He was so sore and tired, he just wanted to sleep until the pain went away. The knocking continued getting more insistent. Thump, thump, thump! Sighing heavily Kris threw his pillow off and rolled onto his back. "I'm coming..." he said in a voice that was no where near loud enough to be heard by whoever it was that wasn't letting him sleep. Thump, thump, bang! That last knock sounded like they were trying to take the door off the hinges. Whimpering he pulled himself off his bed and hobbled toward the door. He raised his voice and called out, "I'm coming, all ready!" The trip down the hallway made him wince with every staggering step. HIs paws lowered of their own will, reaching ineffectually toward his groin as if he could stop the returning pain by cupping it. He finally reached his goal after what seemed like hours walking on broken glass and leaned his head against the door for a moment taking a few deep breaths. Once he felt like he could handle the pain again, for a few moments at least, he stepped back and carefully opened the door without taking the chain off. Standing on the other side was his mother, looking worried and mad all at the same time. "Kris? What took so long? Are you all right? Where is your father?" She reached up and placed a palm on the door giving it a gentle push that met with an abrupt stop as the chain fetched up against the wood. "Are you going to let me in?" He winced when she started asking a million questions and nodded slightly, "Yeah, just give me a second to get the chain off?" He pushed the door closed and worked the chain free before letting his mother push the door open again. "Something happened at school today--" He started to explain to her when she interrupted. "I know the nurse called my cell. Are you alright? Why didn't your father take you to the hospital?" She took him into her arms and held him her paws stroking soothingly up and down his back over the t-shirt he'd donned with the Coach's help. He couldn't help whimpering a little as he was forced to bend down to hug her in return. "He's not home, probably still at the gym. Coach was supposed to call him." His wince didn't go unnoticed by his mother, "Sorry baby, here let's get you into the car and have that checked out by a doctor. Maybe they'll have something better to help with the pain." She left him standing in the open doorway leaning against the frame and headed into the living room. "Just let me--" She stopped suddenly with a sharply indrawn breath. Kris had just enough warning for his eyes to widen before she turned abruptly on her heel. "Come on Kris, we're leaving." Her voice sounded tight and controlled like she was holding herself back from saying something. Kris tried to remember what the room had been left looking like but wasn't able to recall anything clearly right now. In short order Clawdia had him ensconced in the back of her limo, the apartment door securely locked behind them. When Kris had tried a feeble protest, "What about clothes mom?" She'd looked even more determined to hustle him out. "Jonathon can do a quick shopping run for you while we're at the doctor's office." She'd nodded to the good looking silver fox who drove her everywhere and settled back into the plush seat pulling Kris' head down into her lap. "Just rest loveling, we'll get a doctor to have a look at you and see if we can get you something for the pain." That last was in response to his pitiful whimpering. He must have drifted off at some point in the drive, his eyes opened to Jonathon's face leaning over him. "Think you can slide out of the car Mr. Kristopher? I'll help as much as I can, your mother is already inside talking with the receptionist. She wanted to let you sleep as long as possible before you had to move." There was real concern in Jon's voice, which didn't surprise Kris at all, Jon had been his mother's driver since before he was born. He bit back a yelp of pain as he sat up, skin grabbed at skin in his nether region making every move painful beyond anything he'd felt in his short life. "I'll try." He got out between clenched teeth as he took Jon's hand and scooted along the back seat toward the open door. \* \* \* \* \* The taller Fennec lead Audio into a dorm room on the second floor of the school building. Inside were three other boys all Seniors, a doberman, a lynx and a horse, sitting around on their beds. They'd been talking about something when the door opened but as he and the older Fennec entered they all fell silent and the horse hid something under his pillow. "Fuck Zeke! Bloody knock before you come in will you! You gave me a fright!" The horse had a strange accent, something that Audio couldn't place right away. "Calm down," The Fennec, whose name appeared to be Zeke said scornfully, "You know they don't do a bed check until nine on a school night." He slouched into a chair and propped his feet up on the nearest of the four beds. "Who the hell is that?" came from the Doberman as he angled his muzzle toward Audio. Zeke looked back at the smaller boy still standing in the doorway and shrugged one shoulder slightly. "The answer to our problem." He waved Audio into the room and grinned at the other three boys. "This here's my new protege! Aren't you kid?" Audio frowned slightly but went to stand beside the larger fennec. "Uh... I'm Audio." He didn't bother with holding his paw out for any of them to shake, instead wrapping his arms around himself and holding tightly to the shoulder straps of his backpack. Zeke grinned, "Little Audio is going to slip into the Dean's office for us since I've gotten too big to fit. In exchange he needs us to give him a good place to hide, think we can manage that fellows?" The Lynx looked speculatively at Audio while the other two boys broke into nasty sounding laughter. "Sure we can do that for him, but he'll have to do more then just break into the office for us." The lynx licked his lips slowly in a way that Audio recognized, it made him shiver and look away from the feline. "Now, now," Zeke said slipping one hand onto Audio's shoulder. "None of that now. You all know how much we've got riding on this little caper, don't go scaring the kit before we get the goods." He glared around at the three older boys until the laughter stopped and the lynx looked away. "Now then, we need to fill our little friend in on what the plan is so he is up to speed." Pulling Audio down onto the bed Zeke leaned in and whispered, "Don't worry I got your back little dude." Which was supposed to be reassuring but only made Audio tremble and wonder just what he'd gotten himself into. \* \* \* \* \* Mythic was livid! Not that Audio had played a prank that went south, but that the kit had felt he needed to run away rather then come home and face the music. "Do we know if he left the school at all?" Venn shook his head, his eyes on the pacing fox. but it was Kerris that answered him, "No, Kitt said she never saw him on her way home." "Okay," Mythic took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "That's where we'll start then. Venn the last place you saw him was in the pool right?" The horse sat up a little straighter and nodded, "Yes, he'd just left the changing room when we had our initial meeting poolside, before I took the new team members to get their suits." He frowned for a moment then added, "However he wasn't there when I went out to cancel the practice and send the kits home. Kittara and Krista had run off to get the nurse but Audio had just vanished." The foxes nodded, Mythic heading for the front door and Kerris calling up the stairs to Kittara that they'd be out but to call his cell if Audio came home. Within minutes they were standing in the pool enclosure, the two foxes sniffing the air like feral dogs as they tried to find Audio's scent over the smell of the chemicals used in the water. "This way!" Mythic took the lead once more as he caught a faint scent of the boy crossed his nose. Kerris picked it up at the doors and they moved together down a small hallway to the left pausing at a locked door. "Where does this lead?" The taller fox asked as Kerris bent down to examine the lock. Venn frowned slightly, "Up into the dormitories. Audio shouldn't be up there." He fumbled for his key card handing it to Kerris as the fox looked up at him. "Here this should open it." A little swipe of the card and the door clicked letting the buff fox pull it open even as he handed the card back to Venn. Mythic again took the lead heading up the stairs to another locked door at the top. "I'm guessing they don't want the non resident students up here." He stepped out of the way as Venn reached over Kerris' shoulder to swipe his card in the reader. \* \* \* \* \* Audio whimpered trying to squirm his way free but it was impossible pinned as he was under the weight of both the horse and the doberman. The Lynx had Zeke up against the wall holding him there even as he watched with the horse was doing. "Think of it like initiation kit, just something that we all have to go through before we can be trusted with the big secrets." Almost absently he shoved Zeke back into the wall when the Fennec tried to push him away. "Now Zeke, you brought him up here what'd you think was going to happen?" The horse was sitting on his knees holding him down even as his paws fumbled the helpless boy's pants down. "Quit your squirming, it ain't going to do no good." He smacked his hand into Audio's bare ass before he started fumbling with his own pants. "Stop it!" Zeke said through gritted teeth, struggling against the larger Lynx's hold on him. "He's just a kit! I bet he doesn't even understand what you guys are doing!" Again he tried to push the lynx off him but to no effect. "Zeke, Zeke, Zeke," tisked the lynx, "You'll get your turn. Just be patient." This made the Doberman and the horse laugh even as the sound of a zipper going down made Audio buck hard against the dog's hold on his shoulders. The horse spat loudly into his open palm making Audio cringe, no matter what they thought he knew what was about to happen, and it terrified him. The door came smashing inward bounced off the wall and swung back toward the outstretched arm of the enraged fox who'd just thrown it open. "What the hell do you think you're doing to my son?" Then Mythic was in the room and Audio felt the horse stagger back away from him as the dog jumped off the bed and backed away hands held up over his head. Before he had a chance to collect himself Kerris was there, pulling his pants up and helping him roll onto his back. "Are you alright Sport? Did they hurt you?" The older fox's hands on his shoulders and the look of distress in his eyes undid Audio's composure and he flung himself at Kerris hiding his face in the older todd's shirt and clinging to him as he felt the tears he'd been holding back spilling down his cheeks. He heard several loud curses and a few thumps then all was quiet. "I think you boys have some explaining to do." Venn said in a deadly quiet tone from somewhere near the place Zeke had been pushed up against the wall. \* \* \* \* \* An eternity of torture later, Kris was the proud owner of another small pot of salve and a prescription for some heavy duty pain killers, two of which he'd already taken, when Clawdia's phone rang. The sudden sound shattered the quiet of the back of the limo bringing Kris back from his exhausted doze with a start. "Hello?" His mother was trying to keep her voice down and had one paw on his head slowly stroking his hair back. "This is she. How can I help you?" He couldn't hear the response from the caller but his mother's hand stopped moving in his fur. "I don't think this is a good time." Kris turned his head so he was looking up into his mother's face. "What's up?" He had a pretty good idea what it was, work. But she'd be too worried about him to go and he didn't want that. He yawned hugely then suggested, "Can you come back next weekend? I feel so tired right now that I could sleep a whole week." For a moment the diminutive feline looked torn, but as Kris snuggled into her lap a little more she smiled down at him and told whoever it was on the phone she'd be there before hanging up. "My Darling boy are you sure you'll be all right? I mean..." She winced at the memory of what she'd seen in the living room but didn't comment on it. "Will your father be home by now?" Kris nodded even as he drifted back to sleep, the car silently making a turn to head back toward the apartment he shared with his father.

Title: How I Got Promoted Tags: crossdressing Back in my collage days, I earned some extra cash working in a night club. I started collecting glasses on the floor, then moved to serving behind the bar. It wasn't long before I was asked by our manager to be a Shift Supervisor. It was at a time that I was coming to terms with my identity. I was a Transvestite, but there was a lingering homosexuality about me also. I preferred girls that was for sure, but I was not adverse to sucking cock and taking a load in my ass. I knew that I wasn't into men, masculinity really didn't do it for me. But slightly effeminate guys, did float my boat. So, I was in the midst of a gender and sexuality crisis. And that's when Denis joined as Bar Manager. He was in his fifties, he was lean, he was refined and gorgeous. I honestly struggled. Denis was the first man that I crushed on. I couldn't get him out of my head. On his first day, he arrived in the bar wearing a well-tailored suit, crisp white shirt without a tie and a pair of clean shoes. The previous managers were fat men's men, in ill-fitting jeans and more often than not; a 3 day old bar staff polo shirt. They stank of cheap aftershave, cigarettes and perspiration, Denis was wearing expensive cologne. He oozed confidence and sophistication, I swooned. Like a Victorian school girl, I walked about all day light headed, somehow on the verge of both hysteria and passing out. I have had crushes before, but as a handsome boy in my early twenties I was always able to handle myself in a reasonably dignified manner. Not with Denis. My tongue tied in knots, and cock was constantly oozing precum; I was a total mess. Over the following few months, I composed myself. I was on the threshold of finally regaining my dignity when Denis announced that for the upcoming Halloween Ball the bar staff would be in fancy dress. Fancy Dress for a closet Transvestite meant the opportunity to break out the heels. I was gonna be FABULOUS! I spent three and a half fortunes, on my 'costume', there was to be no Primark for this little fairy. I bought the little black dress that I had been drooling over for months, the black patent leather heels that made me tingle in strange ways, and lingerie that would make Madonna blush. I skipped my classes on the day of the ball, I preened and pruned. I shaved, I moisturised I painted and I made over this twenty something boy into a classy whore. I stood in the mirror straightening out the seams in my stockings wondering if I was going to be able to change a keg of beer in my 3-inch stiletto heels and long false French nails. When suddenly the thought of Denis popped into my head. My tucked cock strained against the panties, my chest tightened, and my blusher got more and more rouge. I tossed off my anxieties and applied another coat of pink lip gloss, and made my way to work. In these stories, and tales on sites and forums such as these. The heroine dresses for the first time and is instantly unrecognisably a beautiful woman. This wasn't my first time! I have been practicing for years. When I dressed, I transformed myself into my female persona. This is how you can tell a transvestite from the blokes dragging up for Halloween. I was stopped a couple of times by the security staff as I entered the bar before opening. "Sorry love you'll have to queue outside like everyone... Bloody hell Stevie!" was how one of the security guards reacted. Soon we were setting up. I was still working behind the bar, so we were preparing the ice buckets and stock. My friend Laura called me into the glasswashers room for a closer inspection. She and I had been regular fuck buddies. She mauled me as she inspected my outfit. Pawing at my tits, running her hand up my dress over my tucked cock. "Girl your gonna make a killing in tips tonight." I blushed again she continued. "If Denis doesn't take me home to ride the shit out of me, I am sitting on your face tonight." We giggled. Little did she know I also fantasied about getting fucked by our boss. The night went really well. Laura was correct of course, I made loads in tips. The bar was rammed and we got murdered. But it was so much fun being me, that the night passed really quickly. Periodically I had to empty the twenties out of my till and take them to the supervisors. I walked into the cash safe with about ten grand in twenty pound notes when Denis said "Fucking hell Stevie, I've been walking round with a hard on all night." I smiled and said something like "Yea there are loads of hot girls about tonight." He looked deep into my eyes and said, "No that's not it. I saw you changing a keg earlier and saw your stocking tops." I laughed and jokingly called him a poof, and made my way back to the bar. There were a few more odd moments, with him throughout the night. He brushed against me just a little too closely a couple of times. Then as we approached midnight I was going to the office to reset my till when I heard Denis and Kelvin one of the supervisors who was openly gay, talking about me. Denis was saying "I can understand how you went gay Kelvin. Stevie is totally doing my head in. I can't get her out of my head." Kelvin answered with something about shemales being revolting, but I was fixated on the fact that Denis was thinking about me and that he referred to me as 'her'. As I entered the office I smiled, at both men. Kelvin got up and left saying that he would leave us too it. The POS system was located in the office beside Denis's desk. To stop people using it as a porn computer it didn't have a seat, and was pretty low down. I obviously had to bend down to use it. I could have knelt down but I wanted to test how straight Denis was. So, I bent over. Showing Denis my black satin French knickered ass, and garter straps. It worked. He leapt forward and ran his hand over my ass cheeks, then gently between my legs to my tucked member. He stood up and he slammed his door shut and dropped his trousers at the same time. He fiddled with both our underwear pulling my panties aside and dropping his briefs. A rock hard long and slim circumcised cock bobbed its way to my behind. I had been horny all night. Between the really cute girls wearing slutty costumes and the thought of what Laura was going to do with me later kept me on the edge. My little ass hole was opened up. Denis spat on his fingers and fingered my little bud, then wrapped his fingers over his cock and coated it in his slippery spittle. I reached behind and parted my cheeks and offered him my ass. He stepped forward, his cock edging closer, and closer. He applied more spittle to my back side and to his dick. "Are you sure?" He asked. I looked at the screen the reboot of my till was going to take another five minutes. "You've five minutes before my till is up and running." As I said it the tip of his cock pressed against my crack just above my opening. It slipped down and missed the entrance, jabbing me in the balls. He gasped as I took him in my hand and guided him to my eager hole. I held my breath, the tip of his cock was touching the edge of my asshole. The expectation was tantalising. Soon he was edging forward, I opened up relativity easily. His helmet was inside me, making its way deeper and deeper. Before long he was buried within me. I had wanted this for months, I had spewed my seed countless time dreaming about his cock inside me. My boss is fucking me I thought as he took me by the hips and started to withdraw. It was sore, but I have had much worse. I knew the initial sting would soon wear off. Before long my cock was oozing precum into my panties, he was pounding into me. Calling me names ranging from faggot to princess. Eventually he whispered "Stevie can I cum in your mouth?" I dutifully obliged and slipped off his meat dropped to my knees, and opened my mouth for him to jerk into. Three stokes later and his seed was shooting into my awaiting throat. He slumped to his seat breathless and sweating. "Fuck me!" he exclaimed. Coming down from his cum. The computer beeped to tell me that my till was now up and running. He offered me some tissues to clean my face. On the way back to the bar, I passed Laura taking a break in the kitchen. And a wicked thought crossed my mind. I kissed her deep in the lips, before breaking away and whispering into her ear "Now you know what Denis's spunk tastes like." I winked and returned to work.

Title: Dorm Room Inspection Tags: girl licked, slit boxers, asked knowingly, hand remained, headmaster, pop mouth, isabelle, screamed ecstasy, body shake, looked young *The following story was written by inspiration from a fantasy dialog between a very good friend and myself. She likes to be called Countess Devane and helps to keep me young. I worked very hard to keep the dialog as it was originally, and spontaneously, projected, while filling in enough detail to help the reader experience what we did. Please enjoy!* As headmaster of a girls' private school, Mr. Michaels had to pay careful attention to appearances. At the moment, all students and faculty were in the auditorium for a performance of "The Nutcracker," and this was one of the few times he could personally inspect the girls' living conditions without someone looking over his shoulder. While his reasons for not wanting the housemother present during his inspection were mostly personality driven, he found there was a certain excitement associated with a view of the girls' intimate belongings while in the privacy of his own thoughts. The first two rooms he peered into were actually rather tidy, but the third room was a disaster. It looked as if some young lady had been in an awful hurry to dispose of her books and change in time for the mandatory attendance of the play. The bed was unkempt, and he surmised she had been behind in her schedule all day, if not longer. He smiled at the panties tossed near the foot of the bed, and the lacy bra nearby. Just as he was about to reach for the panties, a young lady burst into the room, oblivious to his presence, and obviously in a rush. "Oh!" the young girl gasped as she saw the headmaster. "I … I was using the facilities." She knew she was far too late for the scheduled event in the auditorium, and she was at a total loss of words as guilt permeated her face. "Sit down, my dear," the headmaster directed with a soft, but firm voice. "What's your name?" "Isabelle," she answered as she sat on the side of the bed, partially concealing the discarded underwear he had already noticed. She was quiet and demure, as a young lady was expected to be, and dressed in the school's standard white polo shirt, plaid skirt, and knee high white socks. Her light brown hair was braided in pigtails that reached behind slender shoulders and down her back. "Young lady, this may be your room, a place where you may usually relax, but surely you know at your age you do not sit with your legs spread apart in the presence of others." A glance from the headmaster had made him privy to a generous portion of her thighs, and he found himself twitching at the thought of what lay beyond. "Oops," she giggled as she closed her legs demurely and looked at Headmaster Michaels. He seemed young for a headmaster, and physical fit as well. Many of the girls had fantasized about him as they saw him jog around the campus, or had the pleasure of encountering him in an academic setting. In an effort to distract his own thoughts, the headmaster looked around the room with a solemn face. "Your room is a disaster. Do you have any explanation for the state of your room, and your absence from the play which," he looked at his watch, "has already begun?" Isabelle thought desperately, but there was no satisfactory answer. "No, Sir. It is a mess." She looked around and then back to the headmaster, but with lowered eyes. "I'm sorry, Headmaster." "I believe punishment is in order," Headmaster Michaels concluded. He trembled inside at the thought of spanking her himself, then realized that was in fact a possibility. He knew the housemother's reputation for discipline. She had no tolerance and her judgments had a way of building upon each other. She never seemed to forget, and it was usually in each girl's best interest to avoid her at all costs. "Do you want me to involve the housemother?" he threatened. "Is there an alternative?" Isabelle pleaded. "It is within my authority to punish you myself," the headmaster spoke without emotion. "We could get it out of the way right now, and it need go no further … provided you learn your lesson." The young lady seemed to consider the options. She wasn't sure what Headmaster Michael's punishment would be, but she was aware of no reputation concerning him. While Miss Jacobs, on the other hand … Headmaster Michaels reached around and repositioned a desk chair before sitting and facing Isabelle. "Come, lean over my leg," he instructed. Isabelle was wide-eyed. But she figured she better comply. It stilled seemed the better alternative. She stood slowly and stepped toward the side of him she would lean from. Hesitantly, she bent over his legs, already bracing herself for the spanking she knew would follow. "I'm sorry," she repeated, with more conviction than before. The headmaster couldn't believe the feel of this eighteen-year-old feminine body lying over his legs. He dutifully raised his hand to exact punishment in as clinical a manner as possible. WHACK … the girl's skirt provided more cushion than he anticipated. He increased the force of the hit, WHACK, and she squealed a bit. Finally, he lifted her skirt and laid it along the small of her back. Her white cotton panties rippled with the movement of her butt cheeks as she squirmed. WHACK. She squealed more freely, in a mixture of pain and delight. As he brought his hand back for another hit, he felt coolness against his fingers that told him they were damp. He hesitated, looked at his fingers, smelled them, then leaned over slightly to see that her panties were damp. "Why is your underwear so wet? Have you not changed them recently?" He smacked her again before she could answer. "Take those dirty panties off right now," he demanded. "Yes, Sir!" Isabelle obediently stood, reached under her skirt, and pulled the panties down to her feet. The headmaster felt a surge of electricity just seeing the panties separated from the girl's privacy, and imagining how she must look under her skirt without them. Under the guise of further inspection he quipped, "Give them to me." Isabelle quickly and quietly stepped out of the panties, picked them up, and handed them to the headmaster. Her own feelings were stirred as he lifted them to his nose and took a whiff. She looked for any sign of pleasure on his face, any hint that this had changed from discipline to … something more. But he remained emotionless as his eyes looked above the panties and locked on hers. "You haven't learned to keep clean?" he asked. "I wasn't ever taught," Isabelle bit her lip. He directed her to lean over again and proceeded to lift her skirt as before. Her bare cheeks were slightly pink from his earlier attacks. He was aware she had turned her head to look at him as he tried to hide the aching lust that grew within. His face remained stern as he lifted his hand and brought it down with a loud smack. He tore his eyes from the target to see her reaction as he lifted his hand again. Isabelle blushed crimson as she squealed. She turned away while he prepared for the next spank. His hand swung down and connected with the pliable skin, SMACK. He hesitated too long to remove his hand, however, and it slipped down a little, at which point he declared, "You're dripping!" He knew why, of course, but strained to maintain a sense of control and discipline. "Yes, Sir," she acknowledged and squirmed with a degree of excitement she did not quite understand. The movement caused him to feel how wet she had made his pants leg. "Look what you've done to my pants! Stand up and see what you've done!" "I've made another mess, haven't I?" she asked. But she was looking at the bulge in his pants as she rose to stand again. "Yes, you have," the headmaster spat at her in an effort to appear angry. As he took his own pants off, and only hoped her fear of his wrath would overcome her reasoning skills. On the other hand, he was loosing control. His arousal was so strong that he was already near the point of no return. When Isabelle saw his erect member peeking through the slit in his boxers, she gasped at the size of it. "Oh my, Headmaster. It's so … large." The headmaster ignored her comment. "Your skirt is wet and dirty too. Take it off." Isabelle obediently shimmied out of the skirt. Embarrassment took control as she hoped her shirt would hide her privacy. Her hands dangled and fidgeted in front of her for added protection. "I see the underwear on your bed, but with your panties dirty, I must question whether you change your bra as often as you should. Is it dirty as well?" he challenged even as he looked and couldn't be sure if she was even wearing a bra. "I only have one bra," she explained in a pleading voice. "To be honest, I don't even like to wear them." "You naughty girl!" the headmaster fumed. "Take off that shirt. We might as well start from scratch." "But bras are so itchy and constricting," she defended. "Do I have to teach you everything?" the headmaster sounded exasperated, "More discipline is in order." "Yes, Sir," Isabelle gave in, unbuttoned the neckline, and began sliding the shirt off, letting it catch on her elbows. Headmaster Michaels let his eyes fix on the young girl's breasts as they were partially revealed when her shirt caught. They wiggled as she tried to move the shirt further up. When he realized her shirt was stuck, he grabbed the portion over her head and ripped it up and out of the way, letting it land on her roommate's bed. "Oh, Headmaster, please don't hurt me," Isabelle pouted. The headmaster responded by sitting back down, taking Isabelle's hand and pulling her naked form back over his knees. This time it was flesh against flesh as her flat tummy pushed his shaft down the slit of his boxers, and her breasts pressed softly along one side of his left leg. He felt heat emanating from between her legs against his right leg as he cocked his arm for another spank. SMACK! Tears came to her eyes as she squealed. "Do you change your clothes every day?" the headmaster asked as he administered another spank. "No, Headmaster," Isabelle managed just as the next smack landed on her stinging bottom. A rush of air escaped her lips with each impact. "You are a naughty girl, Isabelle," the headmaster hesitated his raised arm before another hit. Isabelle sobbed softly with the momentary reprieve. "Yes, Sir." The headmaster slammed his hand down even harder, but his control suddenly dissipated as his hand remained on the red-hot skin of her cheeks. Isabelle squealed for a moment, then relaxed under the feel of his lingering hand. She felt his hardness against her tummy, and noticed a wetness where it's tip bore into her. With pretense wavering, Headmaster Michael's hand moved slowly down between Isabelle's legs, toward the flower of her youth. "You are wet," he whispered hoarsely. "Do you have a problem?" Isabelle moaned almost inaudibly. Her pigtails dangled on either side of her face as she shook her head. "No, Sir, no problems Headmaster." The headmaster stared into space as his hand remained cupped over her wet lower lips, the soft curls of her slick pubic hairs giving way below his fingers. "Have …," he cleared his throat, "Have you had your annual examination this year?" "No, Sir," was the reply he hopped for and received from the soft voice below. "Perhaps we can take care of that right now," he offered as he pressed her lips apart and began an exploration of her vagina, "and find out why you seem to be having trouble with wetness." Isabelle moaned and wiggled a bit. The headmaster located her clitoris erect within. "What does this feel like?" he asked clinically. "Oooohhh Headmaster! It feels odd. I've never had anything but another girl's tongue there before." Isabelle spoke with no more inhibitions. Then she realized what she had done. "Other girls lick you there?" the headmaster sounded incredulous, but his excitement jumped up several notches. "I can't believe it!" he scolded. There was no answer from the tantalizing body as she squirmed around his probing fingers. "I want you to understand exactly what you're talking about," he finally stated as he pulled his hands away from her body. "Lay on the bed, My Dear, as you would lie down to be licked." Isabelle was practically shaking, more with excitement than fear, though the feelings were strangely mixed. She felt his shaft rise with her tummy as she stood to move toward the bed. The head of his shaft was shinny as the skin stretched seemingly as much as it possibly could. It seemed to have a life of its own as it throbbed toward her. She pulled her eyes away to obey the headmaster, and stretched out on her bed. The headmaster eyed her greedily as she positioned herself. "Tell me if this is what they do," he knelt down between her legs and licked her swollen lips. "Mmm. That's how they start, Headmaster," she responded. "Really!" the headmaster sounded unbelieving. "And do they do this?" He wrapped his lips around her clitoris and pulled lightly. Isabelle spoke through labored breaths, "Oh yes, Headmaster, they do that also … and they nibble on it, swirling their tongues all over." "What about this?" the headmaster jabbed his tongue in and out of the young girl's entrance. She moved against the bed and moaned, "Mmm, yes Headmaster." The pain of Headmaster Michael's throbbing shaft was more than he could bear as he ran his tongue around the girl's erection. He stood up and leaned over her, speaking down to her with all the authority he could muster, "You should not let girls do those things to you!" Even as he spoke, he realized his shaft was leaning against her pussy lips. Isabelle looked properly chastised, "I'm so very sorry, Headmaster." She moved against his hard member. "If not girls, who should I let do those things to me?" The headmaster's mind was spinning. "Be quiet when I'm addressing you!" He leaned harder, the head of his shaft parting her lips. Isabelle gasped, "Yes, Sir." "I want the names of any girls who have licked you down there," the headmaster insisted as he pushed past her opening. Isabelle gasped uncontrollably, "Ah … I … I can't, Headmaster. … I don't want to get them in trouble too." Headmaster Michaels gasped too, as he felt the obstruction he wondered about. In that frenzied moment, he realized she was still a virgin. Despite her obvious promiscuity with members of the same sex, she had apparently gone no further. If there was any conscious left in him, it was too late. Nothing could keep him from the incredible sensation that loomed just over the horizon. "You MUST tell me … or face severe discipline." Isabelle held fast to the loyalty she had with her friends. Besides, deep down she wanted the discipline that the headmaster seemed to threaten. And so, in the throws of passion she had never known before, she persisted in the negative, "But I can't, Headmaster. They're my friends. I can't be a tattle tail." Little did she know he was cheering her on, hoping against hope she would provide him some small measure of excuse to keep going. "You MUST," he repeated as he forced his shaft through the obstruction with mock anger. "I CAN'T!" she screamed, as he penetrated her, taking from her that precious gift she could never give again. The pain was harsh, but ecstasy rode over the top and carried her to new heights of pleasure. She was filled, and he remained there, not pulling out, not moving at all, except for the effects of his labored breath above her. Through gritted teeth, the headmaster spoke again, "If you do not tell me the name of each girl that has licked your vagina," he paused for effect, and to maintain composure, "then I will have to discipline you every day until you come to your senses." Isabelle panted softly, "I won't tell you, Headmaster." And with more forceful resolve, "I won't!" The headmaster looked into the young girl's eyes. The two of them silently stood ground, not wavering, but each knew they wanted this. Only the very back of their minds tried to whisper how it was wrong. Neither dared entertain any thought that would deter them from continuing. "Then I have no choice," he said gruffly, and followed by slamming in and out of her virgin cunt with every ounce of energy at his disposal. Isabelle screamed in ecstasy, "Oh! Headmaster! Please forgive me!" The headmaster spoke only during thrusts, "I can't … forgive … you … until … you tell … me … their names." Isabelle alternated between deep harsh moans, and high squeals, "I … I won't! … I can't." "So be it," the headmaster declared through gritted teeth as his balls tightened up. She raked her nails down his back. "Please, Headmaster, please!" she yelled as she continued to scream and squeal in ecstasy. Headmaster Michaels sped furiously through the next several thrusts to get them in before holding fast and exploding deep within her womb. He held her tightly against him as he felt himself pulsate within her tight walls with each of several spurts. Isabelle felt it too, and moaned with each contraction around his pulsating member. "Oh, Headmaster! What have you done to me?" Now it was Headmaster Michael's time to buckle or maintain resolve. "I will exact discipline upon you every day, until you tell me the name of each girl who has licked you. You will report to my office at 4:30 each afternoon following your last lecture, until such time that you can be obedient. In addition, you should consider the leniency of my discipline. If you tell others, they will be jealous, and Miss Jacobs will find out. When she does, she will administer her own discipline to make up for it." "Yes, Sir," Isabelle pouted while feeling delighted inside. "Am I dismissed, Sir?" With a wicked grin, the headmaster answered, "Not until you clean up this mess." Isabelle started to pick up the tossed clothes. "This mess," he clarified by pointing to his limp shaft. Isabelle didn't seem shocked as she knelt before him and asked knowingly, "How would you like me to clean it, Sir?" "Lick it!" he commanded. "Yes, Sir," she responded as her warm, wet mouth encompassed his big shaft, making it grow again. Moments later, when the shaft was hard between her lips, she slid easily in both directions, and cleaned it quite well. But she didn't stop with cleaning. She flicked her tongue over the top to catch a drop of cum oozing from its tip. Then she licked her lips and swallowed deep. The headmaster was amazed at her apparent expertise. "Ooh," he groaned. "You've done this before. Haven't you, you dirty little girl?" "Only for the good grades I get from the male professors, Headmaster," she offered as she dropped her mouth back down over his cock, purposefully cramming him as far into her mouth as she could, feeling those little streams of cum slide down her throat. "Naughty! Naughty!" the headmaster's eyes went wild, both from her ministrations, and the information she just shocked him with. Isabelle held him deep in her mouth. She figured she was in control now, as she slid back up against simultaneous sucking, stopping just short of letting the head pop out of her mouth. Her tongue rolled all around it, feeling the veins and smooth skin. His pulses beat against her tongue. She grabbed the base of his shaft as her mouth slid quickly up and down. Her hand moved in time with her mouth, while her other hand massaged his heavy balls. To his delight, she groaned with pleasure. "You realize, my little slut," he spoke with a different tone, "you now have to tell me which professors you have done this with. Ooohh, Hmmm!" She knew what she was doing to him. "… or what, Headmaster?" she asked with mockery and amusement in her voice before crashing back down his shaft. "You challenge me, you dirty slut! Lean over the edge of the bed … NOW!" She let the hard cock pop out of her mouth once more as she contemplated the spanking she was about to receive. "Yes, Headmaster," she whimpered slightly, partly because she did not get to finish sucking him. But the headmaster did not step to the side of her to administer a spanking; he maneuvered between her legs, pulled her ass cheeks apart with his thumbs and positioned the head of his solid shaft at the back of her ass. "You asked for it!" Suddenly realizing what was happening, Isabelle became frantic. "Oh, Headmaster!" she gasped, "No one's ever even seen my bottom, much less touched it." "Names?" the headmaster said simply. "I can't, Sir. I don't want to get them fired, Sir!" She would not make the mistake of mouthing off to the headmaster again … or would she. "NAMES!" He smacked her right ass cheek with his right hand, immediately eliciting a continuation of earlier pains. Again she squealed, "I can't! I don't want to get them fired, Sir." "Last chance! NAMES!" SMACK! SMACK! His pre-cum provided some coating, and he reached his left hand around her hip to gather some juices remaining at her pussy lips and provide further lubricant for her anal opening. Isabelle couldn't quite fathom what he was doing, just that each touch sent shock waves through her body. She felt him rub around her little hole, but mostly she felt the sting of his right hand as she sobbed loudly, "I … can't, Sir. I just can't! It would kill me to know I was the cause of their termination!" Excellent, the headmaster thought … an excuse for what he was about to do, and assurance that she could keep a secret … his secret. He grabbed her hips and thrust his shaft deep into her tight little hole. Isabelle grabbed the bed beneath her and screamed with pain and pleasure. "Oh God!" the headmaster breathed as he held firm within her bowels. The pressure on his shaft was beyond his experience. He could feel the rumble of an earthquake deep down begin to surface. His body was about to shake, he was sure, and he began to pull back and thrust again, and again, before it was too late. Isabelle moaned and pushed back against the headmaster. She never dreamed of such feelings as juices ran down her legs. Even as he called her a disobedient wench, a wave of stimulation flowed through her and caused her body to shake uncontrollably. Both of them thought of her pussy at nearly the same time. She reached down to rub herself, and he found her there with his exploring hand a moment later. "You slut! You're feeling yourself, aren't you?" With her other hand, she held on to the sheets for dear life. "Yes, Headmaster …" she gasped, "but only because I thought you might approve." "You should NEVER feel yourself," the headmaster instructed emphatically. "But … but … Headmaster, why not?" she whined. "Because," the headmaster pressed his own fingers passed hers and began rubbing her clit, "only a MAN should touch you there." "A man like you, Headmaster?" she asked knowingly. "Yes," he answered as he continued pumping her ass, "a man like ME!" "Mmmmm, yes, Headmaster," she purred softly, pushing against him. The seduction of her answer sent him over the top. He stiffened deep within and unloaded his second climax within her gorgeous body. Isabelle screamed in ecstasy again and again. "Oh Headmaster! Thank you!" "You WILL learn obedience," he declared, "though it appears it will be the 'hard' way." He smirked at the double meaning. "Yes, Headmaster," she responded with eyes lowered in submission. But disobedience was so much fun, she thought. She looked forward to submitting herself for discipline each day. \~ \* \~ As Headmaster Michaels walked past the hoard of girls heading toward the dorm behind him, he snickered with two final thoughts. Isabelle may have missed seeing the 'Nut' cracker … but he didn't! 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Title: Planet of Magic chap 2 by Xercs Tags: Elephant, Fighting, Hyena, Magic "We're nearing the market now" said Dak as he and Anya landed the ship and hopped out of the cockpit due to it lifting when opened. "how much money do you have brother?" asked Anya. "I got about 50,000 dollars but I plan to buy more magic. From what I heard, a single orb is worth 10,000 so I should have about five orbs by the end of today." said Dak as they walked into market. They couldn't land the ship in it because the market place was a narrow alley instead of an actual wide market. Shops lined the walls of the alley none the less. Finally, he found a very rich looking merchant who was selling magical orbs. "can I help you?" asked the merchant kindly. She was a kangaroo and wore a red tank top shirt with blue jean pants. She had her right ear pierced with a large thin gold ring that was about as big around as a human wrist. "What kind of magic do you have?" asked Dak. "Well I got lightning bolt, healing rain, acid cloud, you name it." she said. "If you have a spell already, I can upgrade it by merging the same spell in you again. This can be done three times per spell" she said. "I'll take two fire balls then and two lightning blasts and finally a acid cloud" said Dak. After spending all his money, he was holding his orbs. He took about three minutes merging them all into him but he had the magic power racing in him none the less. He now has a fully upgraded fire ball, a level 2 lightning blast, and level one acid cloud. Suddenly, they heard a voice yelling. "Step right up folks and try your magical orbs..." shouted an elephant from a podium. "The fifth annual magic contest is about to begin." he said. "I'll join!" shouted Dak as the elephant saw him. "and my friend, indeed you shall." said the elephant as he went over the rules. "You may battle with any means you see fit but this is mostly a magic contest. Please treat it as such. Also, you are not to kill your opponent." and with that, the contest was on. All the combatants were lead to an arena where thousands of bystanders were watching them. "Let the battle commence!" shouted the elephant. Almost instantly, magic started blazing around the field, launched by several competitors eager to show they were superior. "Now to try my acid cloud!" shouted Dak as he flung his hands up into the air and a cloud of acid vapor was sent crackling across the ground towards a target in front of him. It hit a heavily armored rhino man and his armor was melted off of him. "Now for a level two lightning blast" said Dak smiling as he powered up his spell. The electricity surged around his right arm, every now and then emitting sparks. He flung his arm forward and sent a surge of electricity towards a rat girl blasting her into a wall and pinning her there with static electricity. She went limp but was still alive. "Now for my final magic..." said Dak holding up both hands stretched to the sky. "level three fire ball!" an orb of fire and magma formed over him, again not harming him at all as it hovered and began to grow to enormous size. It was now the side of a car instead of a beach ball. "HERARGE!" grunted Dak hurling the ball with his magical energy at three cat sisters who were powering up a spell combo. The ball hit them directly and exploded into fire sending all three cats into random directions and skidding across the floor. "We have a winner!" shouted the elephant as Dak fell to his knees. "But it looks like he spent to much magical power, he'll need a quick rest." said the announcer as Dak crawled out of the stadium. "Brother, you can't use such high level magic repeatedly. It drains the body" said Anya as she poured cool water on Dak's forehead. The elephant announcer approached him smiling. "Well done mister Dak, you win the prize... a sacred spell. There are 15 in all...." Dak sat up and looked at the elephant. What kind of spell?" he asked. "The spell of time stop. It stops time for one real world minute giving you time to defeat an opponent or flee. Everything in time except it's caster is frozen in time so you can do whatever you like for one minute in your time before time unfreezes." and with that, the elephant presented a platinum orb Dak took it and merged with it. As he did so, his fur color changed slightly brighter. "How much magic can one person merge with?" asked Anya. "It is believed magic is the life force of this planet and when one merges with magic, they merge with the planet's life itself. The higher level a magic is upgraded, the stronger the bond to that element of life is. There are more fire spells than simply fire ball but your brother is greatly connected to the spirit of fire as it is. The sacred spells are said to be the physics of the planet. Merge with all 15, and you literally become the god of the planet itself. Each time a person wins the contest, they are promoted to a higher rank and given stronger opponents. Win 15 tournaments... you win all 15 sacred spells.... The tournaments are held once the current reigning champion dies and his sacred magic is restored to orb form. Will you take on level 2?" asked the elephant. "Not now..." said Dak. The elephant smiled. "My name is Haki By the way. The tourneys are held once every week. This was the first." he said a he walked away. "so brother, how's your magic recovered?" asked Anya. "well enough...." Said Dak "But I feel such power from the time stop spell... it's as if I actually am made out of magic..." he sighed and stood up. "Come on, let's go home.... Yiffing to come, don't worry...

Title: Been Waiting for Love Ch. 04 Tags: interracial novella, interracial romance After Katrina left, Scott took a shower to get ready for the interview. Now he felt more relax and confident about meeting up with Mr. Thomas. As he drove to the office, he started to think about Katrina and where this could possibly go. He knew this was something more for her and for him as well. He looked past little Kitty Kat that use to run around with pigtails annoying the hell out of him and Ricky to see this very sexy woman. He also knew what she wanted was something that was not to be taken lightly and surprisingly, he was ready for that. He was so focused on her that he didn't even give the interview a second thought. He found himself sitting around with the other hopefuls watching them sweat. In truth, Scott should be sweating more than any of these guys, given his history with Mr. Thomas. Then it occurred to him that maybe Mr. Thomas didn't remember him. Maybe he has forgiven Scott by now. It's been so long ago and so much has changed. "Scott Porter, he will see you now." the secretary said looking at him with a smile. He went into the office and was shocked by how big it was. You would never know from the outside. The walls were basically covered with bookshelves. The room was unusually cold and looked relatively spotless. There were a few pictures of his family around the room. He even saw his daughter's graduation picture. He was sitting behind this huge desk looking through a file. Scott nonchalantly cleared his throat which made him peered over at him with narrowed eyes. "Mr. Porter, I see." "Yes sir, that's me. Nice to see you sir, I didn't think you would remember me." Scott said extending his hand. "How can I forget the man that made me run 5 miles after him and cost me almost a thousand dollars for a new bed." he took his hand, "Have a seat." Sounds like this is going to be great, Scott thought sarcastically, "So, I see you have plenty of experience working in Washington. What makes you think you are the best candidate for the job?" "Well like you said my experience. I worked for the Kemet and Hunt firm in D.C. for so long and there were sad to see me go. I created some new filing systems so that everything was in order and easy to find. I am very dependable. I had even helped some of the lawyers researched one case that was very difficult." "Hmm." was his only response as he kept looking at Scott, "So, I see you are working to become a layer, why is that?" "Well, I could give some excuse that I ran from the law enough times that I believe I should be into it, but that's not it. It's just that I have seen a lot of stuff go on being in the military and things need to change. I'm not saying that I'm going to change the world or something; I just know there is something that can be done. It always takes one person to bring it to everyone's attention. Also being in the Marine's has taught me respect for the law" "Hmm." he responded again, looking over at his computer, "Scott, where do you see yourself going if you pass the bar?" If? "I actually hoped to remain here. I know I can easily sign back with the Marines and join JAG, but I want to study more criminal law. I don't want to open my own practice, I just want to stay and help people and prove that not all lawyers are slime." "Hmm." he responded yet again and Scott was growing more and more tired of it. "Okay, Mr. Thomas look. I know I was not your favorite person and apparently, I'm still not, but I know I'm qualified for this job. It's says it right there in your face and maybe you haven't noticed but I have changed. I am a different person from when I was younger. All that I'm asking is that you show a little bit more interest in this interview." He sat back in his seat looking at Scott intensely through narrow eyes. Scott returned that same gaze, making sure he knew that he couldn't be intimidated. Suddenly, he heard Mr. Thomas' laughter fill the room. It took Scott a moment to adjust to the sound but he finally felt at ease. "Well you definitely have changed, Mr. Porter. I must say that I am thoroughly impressed." "Thank you sir." "Just to let you know, I've been looking through your paperwork and got a glowing recommendation from your Colonel Sprigs so I already had it made up in my mind that you had the job." "Really?" Scott said not believing what he was hearing. "Yea, I want you here first thing Monday morning at eight. If you want, you can go to security now so you can get a clearance badge. Just give me 10 minutes and I'll have my secretary alert them." "Great, am I going to be the only one?" "No, I'm going to hire one more, but don't let it look too obvious that you got it." "Hey, they won't be able to read me at all." Scott stood up with a smile and shook his hand, "I'll go ahead and get that security thing taken care of today." "Good and tell Ricky congratulations from me." he added as Scott left. Scott left with the same look he has on his face when he went in there, a look of indifference. That probably made some of them a little more nervous. After he cleared everything with security and got outside, he screamed out into the air. A couple of people walked past him, in shock. He just nodded in their direction and went over to his truck. He was finally happy that this was over, now he can go ahead and move forward. He needed to tell someone, actually there was only one person he wanted to tell right now. Scott sat outside her office while she was in a meeting. He had loosened his tie and teased Jade a little while waiting. She wanted to know what happened to but he told he wanted to keep her guessing. He just had to make sure that the look on his face didn't give it away either. The door opened and she walked out shaking hands with another man. She was in a little short tailored skirt and button down top. Scott just shook his head thinking he couldn't wait to get his hands on her. "Katrina, you are a life saver, thank you so much." "No problem Gary, I told you we are able to do anything here." she smiled and he smiled back. "Well, Katrina if there is anything you need from me, you let me know." he said grasping her hand to kiss the back of it. Okay, that's enough, Scott thought as he stood up to make his presence known. The man looked over at Scott's narrowed eyes and let her hand go. Katrina just smiled inwardly and nodded to the man. "Well, I'll have everything ready and setup before six." she said drawing his attention back to her. "Oh, thanks so much." Gary said clearing his throat and quickly walked past Scott. Her smiling eyes met his and he gazed back at her. She bit her bottom lip and beckoned for him to come in with her finger. He followed her taking off his jacket. Once inside, he pulled her to close kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as she gave into him. The way that he moved his tongue in her mouth made her knees weak and her pussy clench in need. She didn't expect him to come over today, but she was glad that he did. "So, I'm guessing you didn't get the job." she joked as he finally pulled away from her lips. A smiled tugged the corners of his mouth and he kissed her again briefly, "I got the job. For a minute there, I thought I didn't." "That's great Scott, because I don't fuck unemployed men." "You fuck me if I tell you too." he whispered low before kissing her again. "What's up with this dominance thing?" "You know you like it." he said backing her to the couch. "So, I'm guessing you are not going to change." she smiled. "You just going to have to adjust to the way I do things." she fell on the couch and he kneeled down between her legs. He pushed up her skirt, looking directly in her eyes. He pushed her leg up on the couch to spread them and noticed that she was wearing a thong. He rubbed her pussy lips and was gratified to feel her buck off the couch. She was already so wet for him and he wanted to taste her. He leaned closer between her legs, pushing the thin material to the side. He inhaled her glorious scent and dove right in. She tasted so good that he was for sure that he was going to get addicted. She pulled his head in further arching her back to his assault. "Oh Scott that feels so good." she spread her legs wider as his tongue pushed inside her. She reminded him of strawberries. He loved the way she tugged and pulled on his hair. He pushed two fingers inside of her and slowly pumped them in and out. He took his mouth from her slit and looked up at her hair coming down from her bun and her wet parted lips. Damn, she is beautiful and she is all his. He went searching for her clit as his fingers still moved inside her. He sucked on the little harden nub and felt her push his head further as she moaned out. "Fuck Scott! Oh that feels good baby." A low growl escaped his throat as he attacked her clit with his tongue, circling and sucking on it. Both sensations were becoming too much for her. Her nails dug into his scalp and she grinded herself on his tongue and fingers. She felt herself building up for another big one. "Oh Scott!" she screamed as she came on his tongue. He held on to her thighs as he caught the juices that leaked out of her. Katrina laid back on the couch, trying to catch her breath. Her legs were quivering and her body was still tingling. This was something that she never felt before. He rose up eye level to her and she grabbed his face to kiss him. She tasted herself on his tongue and it turned her on more. "I didn't want you to think I was selfish." he whispered. "Oh never baby." she said kissing him again, " but what about you?" "I can wait till later on. I know you are busy." he moved to sit on the couch and she sat in his lap. "So, I guess you are pretty happy about the job." she said straightening his tie. "Yea, in the beginning he acted like he wasn't interested, but then he did the strangest thing, he laughed. After that, he gave me the job." "Well, he knew you were qualified for the job, despite what you did in his house." "Hey, that was years ago, forgive and forget." "So, have you done the fitting yet?" "No, I'm on my way there after I get done with you." She smiled and twirled his tie between her fingers, "I thought you said you were saving it for tonight." "I am, but with you on my lap, makes it hard to concentrate." "I know, I like being right here, but I was actual thinking of something else." "Yea, I think I know what you mean. Your brother?" She blinked in confusion, "What? Actually I was thinking about you and your chest thing." He sighed, "Katrina, I really don't like to talk about it." "I know but it may help. It's been two years. If you don't feel comfortable talking to me, you can go to Dominique. She's a therapist." "I've talked to enough therapist to know, I don't want to talk to anymore of them." "It's not like that, she is really good. She could possibly help you." she pushed off his lap to fix her skirt. "It's something that's going to take some time." she sat at the edge of her desk, folding her arms across her chest. He walked over to stand in front of her and she turned her face away from him, "I forgot how stubborn you are." he replied. "It's not stubborn, clothes make my face itch, but I know I have to work on your own time." "Good, now about your brother." "And that's one of the things you have to work on with my time." Scott still didn't like keeping things this huge from Ricky. Katrina felt the same way, but she knew her brother and knew he would hit the roof. "Katrina, I thought you said you wanted to explore this thing between us." "I do." she finally looked up at him. "So, what's going on? What do you want from me?" "It's just difficult and I want you. I don't make a habit of sleeping around. We will tell my brother, just after the weeding. You know how selfish he is, he gets mad if anything takes away from his spotlight." he just stared down at her with those icy eyes, "Just trust me." "I do, what are we going to do in the mean time?" "Well, you stay with me so we take care of that part." she said lining her fingers with his, "and the rest we just have to make sure that no one sees us." "Great, I'm back in high school." he smiled and she couldn't help but laugh, "But hey after these past couple of days, I think I can handle that. Besides it can be sexy." he leaned down to kiss her and she willingly accepted. "I knew you would." she kissed him again, "So, you in this with me?" "Yea, I want you too and I'm willing to see where we go." "You know you can't break my heart, I will get my big brother on you." she pouted and he couldn't help but laugh. "Let me do something with those sexy lips." she raised up ready to kiss him again, "And I wouldn't do anything to break your heart." he whispered just before stealing her breath away with another kiss. As she felt his tongue sensually dominate her, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He was trying to keep his control in check as he felt her fingers rub the back of his neck. He stepped between her legs, pushing her closer to him. She then felt this strange vibration against her thigh. What's going on there? He pulled away and reached in his pocket to pull out his phone, "Hey man." he said answering the phone. He continued with the conversation which she figured was Rickey. She tried to move but he wouldn't budge. She sighed folding her arms and he couldn't help but smile. "Yea man, I'm going there now. Alright, just let me change and I'll meet you there. Alright bye." he hung up the phone, "I got to go, but I'll see you tonight." He moved out the way and made his way to the door. "Yea, I have to get back to work too. Is there anything you want for dinner?" "Oh shit, I get special request too. Okay well surprise me. I'm sure whatever it is I will eat the cook." She turned at his words, "You meant you will eat the food right?" "Yea, that's it." he left flashing her his devious smile. She shook her head as she watched him walk out. It's weird that as kids she could never see herself him because of how he was with girls, but now it was different. They were different. She knew in her heart that she loved him. It was much more than the love she had for him growing up. Now she wanted him around more. She love the fact that he can be goofy and smooth at the same time. Then there was the way he looked at her. It was a look that said nothing else mattered but them two. She knew she was falling faster than he was but she didn't care. The important thing was she had him now and she will deal with her brother later. "I told you I needed it a little bigger." Scott said as he held up the jacket for the seamstress. "Damn man, I didn't think you got that big." Ricky said as Allen smiled. "Well, you know I have to keep the body looking right." "I guess, I still have proof that you were a scrawny skinny guy just before you got into high school." Ricky said and they all laughed. The seamstress came over bouncing her long blonde mane behind her. She flashed Scott her killer smile hoping he would take notice. Scott wasn't even thinking about her. He was trying his best to speed this along to get to Katrina. He couldn't explain it, but he felt good being around her. At first, yea he was nervous but that was before. Even being in her office, promising that he would not break her heat, that was unlike him. He never made promises like that especially with a girl, but this is Katrina. That small lanky girl grew up to a woman on a mission, who was career minded, sexy, and had a mouth like vacuum cleaner. He closed his eyes smiling at that last thought. "Did you hear me, sir?" the small voice popped in his head. "Excuse me." Scott said turning to the woman. She smiled again, "I said that you have a good build, so I will try my best to see about accommodating your size." "Okay, no problem." he said looking for his shoes. "I'm sure to make it to your liking." the guys looked over at him as if waiting for him to work his magic. "I'm sure it will be great thanks." he replied back with a smile. She tried to hide it but disappointment was all over her face. The guys waited till she walked off to voice their disapprovals. "Oh man, what was that?" Jeremy asked. "What?" "Hello man, that girl was coming on to you and you played stupid." he couldn't do anything but laugh. "She's cute and all, but I'm not going for that now." "Suit yourself." Allen replied as they walked over to look at some of the other suits available. Scott walked closer to Ricky and he just smiled. "Who is she?" Ricky asked. "What are you talking about?" Scott blinked. "There's obliviously some girl around that got you a little sprung, so who is she?" "No one, I'm just not that into her." "Are you sure man?" Ricky said looking at him. Scott kept a cool face as he looked Ricky dead in the eyes, "Yea, I'm fine besides there's a whole lot more where she came from." Scott smiled as Ricky laughed. "Alright, you don't have a chokehold like I do." "That's a mighty fine chokehold though." "Hey don't get any ideas. You had your chance. Hey, what's your commander James doing?" "The same, probably arguing with his wife." "That poor guy. Why don't you call him and Nikolas to see if they can come to the wedding. I would send an actual invite, but hell it's just them." "Sure, I think Nikolas should be still at the base." Scott took out his cell phone, "Besides, I need to thank James for the job." "What's up Scott?" James answered. "Hey sir, how are you doing?" "Hey, I am off duty, you can drop the sir. I'm not that much older than you." "Right, well I guess I owe you one again for the job." "You damn right. I didn't know you and Mr. Thomas had that much history. No worries man, just add it to your list. Is Ricky ready to jump the broom?" "Well, that's my other question. He says you and Nikolas are invited to the wedding. If you want to you can bring your wife." Scott added that last part with a little bite. In truth, Scott couldn't stand Lorraine. She was so fake and phony. She would flirt with the guys on the base and when she got caught, she would make herself look like the victim. She just acted like ever guy wanted her. At times, James would be so stressed about her that it left him unfocused. "Well, she's visiting family. In fact, we are separated." one of the best news Scott heard next to getting the job today. "Sorry to hear that, well come on down and see if you can pry Nikolas off a girl long enough to come." he laughed. "Alright, give us a week and I'll call you with the details." "Good, see you then." Scott said hanging up. "Well, your better half coming?" Ricky asked. "Ha ha, very funny. Yea he is and he's finally separated from that little viper." "Oh good." Scott looked down at his watch. He needed to wrap this up quickly. He knew Katrina would have dinner ready soon, "Well guys, hate to leave you but I have to go." Scott said. "Damn man, I was going to feed you." Ricky commented and Scott just laughed. "Nah, I have to go see my mom." "Alright, well talk to you later." "See you man." Scott said waving to the other guys. It was partially the truth, he needed to see his mom and dad. He wanted to drop by and tell them about the job, then he was going to Katrina's. Later that night, Scott got back to the house and saw the dinner table set up with candle lights. A man can get use to this kind of treatment, Scott thought with a smile. He took his jacket off and put it on the back of the couch to get a look at the table. "Katrina?" "Yea, here I come.' she came out of her bedroom, "Hey." She came out with a rob on smelling like she just stepped out of the shower. He hair framed her beautiful face. "Is all this for me?" he said looking towards the table, anything other than her long legs. "No actually I have another man coming over for dinner, so if you would please leave before he shows." she smiled and he walked closer to her. "I see you do want me to kill someone." he said pulling her close to kiss her. Scott swore that there is something in her kiss that leaves him drunk and wanting more. At that point, he forgot about dinner and wanted to take her back there to her room or his. She sensed his urgency when he tried to pull her closer and she backed away with a smile. "Stop now, we have to eat something." she said. "I'm hungry for something but it's not food." he said and she couldn't help but laugh. "You keep that up and I'm going to think all you want me for is sex." "That's only partially true." he smiled. "Silly man, can you come sit down and eat now? I have been waiting on you." "I know, I thought it wouldn't take that long, but you know how it is when we get together." "I know all too well." they both sat down a the table. "So, what do you have on under that robe?" he smiled. "Well since, you came after I got out of the shower, I didn't have time to put on clothes." "Alright." he ate a piece of bread, "I'm full, let's go to bed." she slapped his arm as he laughed. "Scott, sit down and be good." They talked a little about what's been going on so far. He loved that she can make him smile. When they were younger, she would make up these little silly songs just to annoy him and Ricky. She started to sing one of them and he couldn't help but laugh. It's funny how easy the conversation flowed between the two of them. There were no awkward silence between them and no need to force anything. "So, you got the job and finishing school, what now?" she asked, dabbing the corners of his mouth. "The usual: pass my bar, work as the DA, finish my contract with the Marines, and get my own place." "You trying to say you don't like living with me." she pouted and he shook his head. "I like your little condo baby, but I need some more room. I'm a big guy." "Oh you are not that big, but I guess." "But you never know, I may just have to take you with me." she couldn't the smile that spread over her face which made his heart skip. "I knew you liked me for more than sex." she leaned over to kiss him and he grabbed her elbow. He pulled her over to his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. His hand snaked into her robe, grasping her breast. She moaned into his mouth as he pinched her nipple. She spread her legs slightly and the smell of her arousal hit him so hard that his heart started to beat faster. It was the sweetest smell ever. Her hand fell from around his neck moving to his lap as his kisses moved to her neck. Her whole body was on fire and begging for release. She found the bulge in his lap and the moment she touched it his teeth scrapped her neck. She maneuvered her hand into his pants and grasped her cock. She heard his sudden in take of breath as she stroked him. He was going to lose if she kept this up. "Straddle me, kitty kat." he moaned. Finally, she has been waiting on this. As she got up, he unbuckled his pants letting his cock free. Just looking at it pulse made her pussy glisten more if that was possible. He needed to be inside of her, but he wanted to tease her a little. She straddle him and he pulled her to him to kiss her again. His fingers moved against her pussy lips and she jumped on contact. Her wetness coated his fingers which made it easy for his fingers to glide in and out of her. Her head fell on his shoulder as she rode his fingers. "Damn." he whispered as he felt pussy clench around his fingers. She shrugged her robe down revealing her gorgeous brown globes. His mouth latched to her nipple sucking and nibbling on the harden bud. She grasped his hair, holding him to her breast. He grinned to himself as he returned the same attention to her other nipple. "Oh baby that feels so good." she moaned arching her back. His thumb started circling her clit and she felt her control breaking. Her head started to spin and she couldn't form any words. Her body was trembling waiting on the release. He pulled his fingers out when he felt her about to cum. She narrowed her eyes at him in confusion and anger. It was a priceless look. She was about to yell at him until he lifted her up on his cock. He entered her slowly and felt her nails dig into his shoulder. He grabbed her hips and moved her up and down on his cock. He leaned his head back as she started her own rhythm completely taking over. Her original plan was to tease him back for what he did, but once she felt him inside her she realized she needed that release more. "Oh fuck, baby that feels good." he moaned. She was addicted to him, there was no other words for it. She leaned down and nibbled on his ear. She felt his body tremble as sucked on his lobe. Fuck this, he thought to himself. He started to move her faster, thrusting back up to meet her, "Oh fuck!" she screamed. "Damn baby, I love to feel your pussy wrapped around me. You feel so fucking good." he whispered. "Oh Scott fuck me." she moaned and he could do nothing but fulfill her request. She felt her body tighten and pussy contract. Her nails gripped him so hard he thought she might draw blood, but he didn't care. The only sound in the room was her short pants and their skin slapping against each other. Suddenly she screamed out her release and her pussy squeezed tightly around him. He was not far from joining her. Just the look of pure ecstasy on her face made him want to cum. His fingers thread into her hair, pulling hard. The sound that came out of his mouth was more animalistic than human as he came inside of her. His whole body shook as she still milked his cock. "Damn baby, you are going to kill me." he whispered and she laughed. "I think that's what you are going to do to me." she smiled. She leaned against him, she was so tired and her body felt heavy. Scott wrapped his arms around her and moved his to kiss her. "Babe, I know that we talked about it in your office, but I wanted to make it official." he said and she found the strength to sit up. "What's that?" "I wanted to make sure that we are officially together." "I think we already established that. You came in me twice, please believe you are my boyfriend now." his body shook as he laughed. "Alright, how about we go to bed?" "Sounds very nice." she held onto him running her fingers through his hair. It has been almost a month since they made everything official. It's been going great for the both of them. Besides helping out with the wedding, Scott has been busy working while she was busy with her own job. They always made time for each other though, whether it was at night in bed or going out to jazz clubs or restaurants. They would have to meet at places pretty far since they feared someone they knew would see them and tell Ricky. Katrina loved being around him and loved being spoiled by him. It wasn't just the places that he took her, but the way he spoiled her with affection. He always made a way to show her or tell her how he felt about her. She always returned it and gave much more since she felt herself falling deeper and deeper for him. However, there were a couple things that she would change. She would love to tell her brother that they were together and most importantly she wanted Scott to feel better about taking his shirt off in front of her. She bared it this long but she started to feel like he didn't trust her enough with this issue. Every time she thought to bring it up, she would ignore the nagging feeling. For now, she was he was still here with her. Scott had just got a call from James that they should be landing in about 30 minutes. He was up to his elbows in work and he didn't think he would be able to get them. It shouldn't take him long to finish up everything especially since he got some help. It was close to lunch, so he knew he should get a visitor pretty soon. "Hey Scott, I can't understand this right here, can you help me?" he looked up to see Yolanda coming in. Yolanda Carter was the other person that was hired. She is younger than him and was in her second year of law school. Every since they met, she insisted on working close to him in the same office even though she had her own space to work in. She wore skirts that were long enough for work but still grabbed a lot of the men's attention. She wore her long dark brown hair down constantly flipping it away from her face. Scott knew that she was doing all this to get his attention. She asked him almost every day if he wanted to go to lunch to her and he always declined. He told her that he was seeing someone and yet she still tried. "What's wrong Yolanda?" he asked. "Just this paragraph here, shouldn't it be worded differently?" she asked casually leaning towards him to show her cleavage. Didn't understand my ass, he thought. He went over it with her till and nodded the whole time staring at him. "Damn, I knew it. You are so smart, you know that." she smiled. "I do try." "Well I'm about to go to lunch pretty soon. I know you always say no, but I would like for you to join me, that way we can finish up and you won't have to worry about anything before your friend's wedding." "I'm pretty sure I will be okay. I'm going to work through my lunch. I have some other friends coming to visit." "Oh really?" she couldn't hide the disappointment., "I could bring you something back. I know this great place where they sell mouthwatering, hot sandwiches." her eyes traveled from his lips to his crotch. "Really?" he said lifting his eyebrow. "Yea if you don't mind." "Am I interrupting anything?" they both looked to the door and saw Katrina standing there. "And you are?" Yolanda said with a little bite. "Yolanda, this is Katrina." "Oh, you are Ricky's little sister. Scott has told me about you." "Really? And you are?" Katrina said returning that same bite Yolanda gave her and Scott tried to hide his smile. "I'm Yolanda Harris, I work with Scott." "Nice to meet you." "Um, you remember I told you that she is the maid of honor for the wedding. We need to go over a couple of things. You mind if we have some time alone?" Scott asked. "Sure. I'll see about bringing you one of those sandwiches." "It's alright, I'm good. I'll see you in an hour." Katrina was very annoyed by this girl. She was trying to push her breast all over her man and she heard that hot shit she said. Scott told her about Yolanda, but to see it made Katrina want to knock her on her ass. Yolanda sauntered past Katrina as she bit the inside of her mouth to stop something from slipping out. "If you need anything, let me know." Yolanda said. "No, we good, thank you." Katrina reiterate and closed the door. That was when Scott lowered his head to the desk to laugh, "I bet this is so amusing to you." she said. "Well you getting jealous, yea, it is a little amusing." "Please I was not jealous of her. I already got you. I just don't like persistent bitches." "You were very persistent in trying to get me." She put her hands on her hips, "That's different, it's me." "Come here baby." he said and she walked over to him. She didn't have to work today so she had on a red sundress that reached mid thigh and showed the tops of her breast. He sucked in his bottom lip as she sat on his lap. He kissed her deeply, slowly stroking her tongue with his. "Are you my lunch for today?" he whispered. "No, I was actually coming to see if you wanted me to take you to lunch." "I would love to babe, but I have to finish this." "That little hartlet is taking a lunch." "Well, I'm different. Besides, I need to finish it so I can have that week off for Ricky's wedding. I am glad you came though." "Why is that?" "My commander James and Nikolas are about to land and I was wondering if you could go and get them." "Sure, you want me to take them to a hotel or something?" "Nah, take them to your restaurant and I'll meet them there. I should be done by the time they finish lunch." "And you want me to feed them too? Damn, man." she sighed and he started tickling her, "Stop Scott." she said in between giggling. "Could you do that for me baby?" he said resting his hand on the top of her thighs. "Of course, when are they landing?" "Should be in another 20 to 30 minutes maybe." "Great time to tell me, why didn't you call?" "And miss me seeing you in this dress. I was going to, seriously." "Alright, I guess I'll go get them, but I need one more kiss." "You going to ask for it?" he teased and she licked her lips. He felt his body tremble as he watched her tongue travel slowly across her lips, "Do I have too?" she said. Every time he was with her, it seemed like the world disappeared and only the two of them mattered. She moved in to kiss him passionately. His cock twitch as her hand moved down his shirt. She pulled his shirt out of his pants wanting to feel his skin. He took a hold of her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss. His body was starting to ache for her and he wanted to feel her touch. She moved her hand under his shirt and tank top. She was ecstatic to get this far. Her hand grazed against a scar and he grabbed her hand. "Um, we better stop so that I can get some work done." he said looking down at her hand in his. She sighed trying to mask her disappointment. She couldn't understand it and maybe she never will. She told him all the time it didn't mattered what he looked like without his shirt, she just wanted to see him. Scott didn't want to look up because he knew what he would see on his face. He felt like a heel stopping her, but he still didn't feel comfortable showing his scars. He didn't want to relive that moment when he was around her. The silence in the room was deafening and for some reason, it hurt Katrina. "I better go and get them." she finally said, getting up. "Katrina, baby..." he started. "It's okay. I'll see you when you get to the restaurant." she said, "See you later." He sat back in his seat as watched her walk out. He slapped his hand against the desk in frustration. He had to get over this soon or he might lose her. \* *\*\*\*Sorry for the long wait, I just got this new computer after mine crashed. I thank everyone who still messaged me though. Enjoy!!\*\*\*\**

Title: Shelter from the Rain by Baron03 Tags: First Time, Kitsune, Love, M/F, Magic, Nudity, Red Wolf, Seduction, Shy Mount Thurii contained everything that Cody liked; the lack of pavement and a little bit of quietness except for the natural forest sounds. The trail was simple enough at the bottom where dense oaks and other deciduous trees were clumped about, but it gradually grew more rugged towards the point where the red wolf desired to be, with more pines than any other tree. This Saturday was ideal for a hike up the forested mountain. Cloudy, warm, with an occasional breeze, made it all much more pleasurable to do. Cody slipped, nearly losing his footing if it wasn't for a branch nearby to grab hold of. "Phew! That was close," he wiped his forehead with a paw regaining balance, continuing his ascent along the trail. Cody was a red wolf and loved to hike ever since he was a pup. The feeling of the wind against him, with nothing around but the flora and fauna, made it physically as well as mentally possible to get away from the cramped city that he resided in. He breathed in the fresh mountain air, it made him tingle with excitement, something the city failed to do in every way. He was about a minute from the summit where he would eat a small lunch he packed himself. Then he would descend back to the bottom and head home. Cody rarely took this pathway up the mountain trail, but he was always game for a challenge. Kicking a rock out of the way, the trees thinned out along the twisting path to where he could see the lowlands below, a beautiful sea of greenery blanketing the area all the way to the southern hills that neatly covered up the city were he was from behind them. The only two places he was every able to venture at included his apartment and office, both of which contained noisy neighbors with the latter having an annoying boss. '*No work for Mr. Laprande today*,' he happily sung inside recalling his unnecessary rough attitude. Moving a branch out of the way he approached the last twist in the path with a reminiscent smile over his face. The soft ground quickly turned into tougher gravel like terrain making his way around one last bend. With the next step onto hard rock, he looked over the familiar setting that he had traversed over the past few years. There were plenty of little "rock tables" to fix something to eat on, their red sandy texture providing a very scenic picnic. Surprisingly, there was no one else on the small flat with him. The spot wasn't a kept secret or anything, even well known to those who were locals. "More peace and quiet for me!" he sang passionately shrugging off the loneliness, practically skipping over to a preferred table. Setting his backpack on the rocky table, he sat down on an old wooden bench that might of been ten years old, but still strong. Cody pulled out plastic utensils and a tub with a large portion of chicken and dumplings, something he had memorized to make when he left his hometown for the city. He unceremoniously dug in savoring each bite with the scenery around. While eating, Cody remembered three years ago when he first came out to hike the mountain during a warm spring day, spending the whole day running throughout the forest. The year after he lost his car keys only finding them after a tedious search with a friend; and more recently, he even attempted painting a sunset here a while back. Only to quickly figure out that he didn't have an art career or hobby in his future. Every memory helped get him that much further away from work, giving him a small reason to grin. Finishing the last of his food, he was ready to walk around the area for the remainder of his spare time. Just as he started packing up, a raindrop landed on the bridge of his muzzle startling him. Looking over at the sky, that was much darker than before, storm clouds were almost overhead as more drops of water began falling around him. '*Guess I'll have to cut this one a tad short*,' Cody thought as he stuffed the plastic tub in the backpack. Everything in place, he hurried out of his little paradise stealing one last glance before retracing the trail he started on. Cody quickly jogged down the pathway, careful to watch his step along the way, as the raining only increased. After a minute, it had become a downpour, leaving the red wolf in dire need of finding shelter other than useless pine trees. "There has to be a ledge or something," he scanned along noticing a small opening along a section of rock wall. Covering his head with the backpack, he dashed towards the rocky surface eager to escape the downpour. A lone figure watched the stranger approach. '*Perfect*,' it retreated for the time being expecting the soon to be visitor. A few seconds later, Cody bounded in stopping just inside the entrance where he rain couldn't reach him. '*Guess I'll have to wait here till it passes over*,' he watched the grey somber clouds ease on by. The wolf checked over himself to see where he needed to dry off. Surprisingly, he was nearly dry from the torrent that had begun pouring outside. Leaning against a wall, he caught his breath setting his bag down by the entrance unaware of the pair of eyes watching him. He looked down at his backpack and watched the darker wet spots evaporate before his eyes. '*What is going on-*' he paused hearing a quiet clicking noise deeper in the dark hideaway. He took a few cautious steps inside wondering if he imagined the sound himself. "It's good to see that you finally found me," a voice rung out from deeper within the cave. Cody spun around feeling the fur on his neck stand up as he scanned the dark invisible depths for the owner of the mysterious voice. A figure slowly approached from the shadows stopping a few feet in front of Cody, mostly remaining covered by the darkness. "Who are you?" he squinted into the darkness only able to see a rough outline, relieved it didn't spawn from his imagination. "I should be asking what are you, a stranger, doing in my home," the clearly female voice teasingly retorted. "Wha- I didn't know someone lived here... I mean it's raining outside an I have nowhere to go and stay dry!" he pleaded watching her head sway and nod as if in thought of what to do with him. "Alright, if I get a good look of you first," the figure stated leaving him confused briefly. "Pardon me?" he was interrupted with a quick noise. She snapped her fingers and the whole place lit up, without any apparent source, revealing it to be a homely cave with little more than a large stone bench jutting from the wall for furniture. "I knew I sensed someone special coming up this side of the mountain," she said returning his attention back to her. She looked like a typical fox with appearances, the normal red, white, and black patterns except for a clear lack of clothing and extra tails calmly swaying in the air behind her. The vixen was clearly a few inches shorter than him, wearing a cute grin along her black lined lips. "Um... miss, where are your clothes and what's with your... tails?" he motioned towards her clearly presented body. It wasn't uncommon for a fur, especially a fox, to have an extra tail where he was from but this was ridiculous. "Oh these?" she motioned holding a few tails in one arm, cupping a large breast with the other, "I only have seven tails for a kitsune, and I don't see the point of wearing clothes in my nice home here." His eyes went wide, pulling up his arms defensively. Cody took a nervous step back shaking his head. "Fox spirits don't exist!" He said unbelievingly. She matched his step with confidence. "I'm right here, so how would you explain me?" adding a cute smile tilting her head slightly. "You could just trick me into doing something, or even kill me!" Cody said closing his eyes expecting the worst as she advanced towards him. The kitsune halted in front of the scared wolf and extended a hand, grasping it around his tense shaking one. "Trust me, if I was an evil kitsune, I would've killed you as soon as I found out that you arrived at the top of this peak." That statement didn't seem to help Cody settle down at all as he stood there, eyes slammed shut. "Please don't go," she said meekly, "you can't stay dry out there, so stay here where it's warm... with me," her voice picked up a smoother, richer tone. She did have a good point, and it wasn't like she was being mean or anything, just offering space for a complete stranger. Relaxing, Cody heaved a sigh and opened up his eyes looking at the lonely pair of brown ones hopefully gazing back at him, eagerly awaiting a reply. "Ok... as long as you don't mind me staying here for a while," he said a little unsure of himself and the whole situation. "Of course not!" she beamed. "Let's sit down, hiking all the way up here must take a lot out of you." The kitsune directed him over to the stony bench jutting out of a reddish brown wall. Both walked over and sat down, the kitsune to Cody's right. The red wolf had trouble keeping his eyes locked on hers, or anywhere away from her impressive bust. The large areola capped with a firm lighter red nub practically beckoned to him to be felt. He took a nervous gulp doing his best to remain polite, no matter how strange this predicament was. "You know, you're the first who recognized that I'm not just a vixen in a very long time," she said breaking the silence. He cleared his throat before responding. "When I was little, if I couldn't play outside, I would read mythology stories from an old book my uncle have me." "Mmm, interesting," she commented looking over the young body, mostly in between his legs. She scooted closer to him seeing the nervousness in his eyes as they darted around from her large chest to the exit. "It gets very lonely up here without anyone else to talk to," she placed her hand on his, feeling it tense up briefly only to relax somewhat uneasily. "Then why don't you live somewhere less... secluded?" He asked Looking outside hoping for a break in the weather. She chuckled before responding, "I like the nature among other things, if that's a good enough answer for you." He looked at her with a raised brow, "I'm sure there's more of a reason than that for a fox spirit like you." She only continued her chuckle, it was far too complicated to tell the wolf everything concerning her. Turning towards him a little more seriously, she ran a finger through the fur on his arm watching him tense up again to see if he would run. He shuddered and rubbed his arm, "Why do you keep doing that?" "To see if you would run," she stated nonchalantly. He was confused at how strange she acted, even for a supposedly unreal creature. "Why would I? You said it yourself that you weren't out to kill me." The mischievous vixen grinned and looked up at him. "You look too tense, maybe if I could rub it out," she demonstrated sliding her hands together. Cody twiddled his thumbs trying to think of an excuse only to come up with nothing. "I don't know," he started out already feeling resigned to a terrible fate. Besides, he never had a women so interested with him before. And being shy was simply a part of his character, which wasn't going smoothly for the eager lady. "Just trust me, it won't hurt at all, in fact," her voice turned seductively, "you will enjoy it more than me." His eyes looked forward outside, but he felt her pressing against his side. "Your making me uncomfortable," he whined folding his ears back. '\_Wolfy just needs a little convincing is all,' \_she thought. Cody held his hands nervously on his lap, embarrassment was clearly shown with a reddened face. "If you want me to stop, just tell me," she told him as he watched a hand approach his face. Focusing enough power in her right hand, she reached over and cupped Cody's cheek, gently rubbing her palm into the fur. To Cody, his muscles tingled with joy and relaxed warmly as the apprehension evaporated from such a simple caressing motion. Her hand seemed to be contoured perfectly as she worked over the small plot of muscle. She continued along the relatively basic muscle, not having a lot to work on except keeping him soothed. "That feels magical," he moaned out immediately sinking into her luscious grip. "Glad you like it so much," she said reaching her other hand around his back, placing it over his heart. She sifted through his emotions and inner workings, happily surprised at what she had found. "Mmm so pure, kind... and unclaimed," she added with a more husky undertone, dimming the lights in the cave. Cody was too busy to hear, enjoying the sensations from her hand gently caressing him. '*His energy will be perfect, being his first time, it's no wonder my magic affects him so easily*,' she concluded to herself, removing the hand from his chest. His hands went back to the bench to help support his body, now turning into a tower of good feeling that made balance necessary. Her other hand waved in the air for a moment, and his clothes quickly faded away. The kitsune licked her lips seeing his flaccid member revealed, now exposed to the cooler air. "By the way, my name is Ainu, who might you be?" "Mmm... Cody," he barely made out trying to contemplate the wonderful sensations coursing through him. She looked him over, not stopping her actions. '*Handsome too, quite the bonus for me*,' Ainu licked her lips lecherously in thought. She moved tracing his arms through the fur. He wasn't a body builder but the wolf did have a wiry frame, evident from his love for the outdoors. Both of her hands slipped below and began massaging his inner thigh, watching them spread apart the further up her hand went. His tongue by now had starting lolling out as he couldn't prevent his eyes from keenly watching her hands continue their dance. '*All I have to do is make sure he willingly gives me his seed*,' she thought, very determined to do so reaching for the prize. Brushing up against the softer flesh, she quickly glanced up at him happy to see her magic still had its effect of overwhelming pleasure. She began stroking the organ with one hand, the other on his two delicate orbs softly handling them. "You like that don't you?" she asked coaxing him to full length with her determined hands. "Ugh," he replied with half opened eyes watching her actions, feeling his cheeks burn hotly with arousal. He was clearly unable to think about anything. Rigidity increased in time with her tempo until he was as stuff as possible. He softly ground his hips into her velvety hand from tip to base ever so slowly feeling every nerve fire a tiny bolt of electrical pleasure. "How about you lay down," she cooed to him. Even in his very aroused state, he was still a little reluctant to comply, instead responding with a feint whine. She gently leaned him back herself, adjusting him as if he were on a real bed. The much cooler stone shocked him out of those tantalizing feelings, realizing that he was currently naked. Attempting to prop himself on his elbows, he felt something constrict around his wrists and ankles. Ainu didn't want to take any chances and wasn't far behind as she bound Cody to the ground climbing on top of him. She focused a small portion of energy in four out of the seven fluffy appendages, making sure he wouldn't be able to move an inch. Her tails tightly retained his limbs, yet comfortably, holding the wolf's struggling body down. Try as he might, Cody couldn't budge from the strong grip. She giggled moving atop him, breasts gently jiggling. "You need to relax more," she half whispered out straddling his waist as he was held down. Ainu then used her nimble fingers to massage into his chest rubbing out all the tightness in the muscles hidden below. Cody moaned, wherever the digits went a wave of warmth and ecstasy would follow. He was soon left panting for breath, his tongue lolling out with a dazed look. Ainu soon let go of the energy used in her hands, he had to give his consent without its influence, although it certainly works as a splendid shortcut. Even without the extra help he seemed to start enjoying her ministrations as a muffled groan was heard, but his weak struggles were annoyingly persistent. '*Guess he needs some natural assistance*,' she looked down at her glistening folds. Warm glow gone, Cody still enjoyed the massage, but was nervous of having sex with a complete stranger. A separate tail rubbed against her throbbing sex coating it in her own juices. It then re wrapped itself around his head glueing the wet end to his nose, her hormonal scent making his body react independently. He whined squirming his hips only able to breath in more of the musky odor. She felt his hot breath blowing the fur on her tail with each breath. Coupled with her skillful hands Cody threw his last caution to the wind and relaxed his tense body, taking her full actions for what they were worth in pleasure. He suddenly groaned loudly feeling a silky sensation glide under his throbbing erection behind her. An extra tail rubbed along the underside making his claws scrape the stone around. "Please..." he moaned out allowing his hips to give a first buck into empty air. She gave him an innocent look only pausing briefly to undo her tails from their locking grip. "Aww, my wolfy wants me... well no need to keep you waiting any longer." Getting up, Ainu aligned herself and slowly went down, her lips barely kissing his tip. Eyes unwavering, Cody watched his member being enveloped with her downy fluff covered sex. He bit his lip, she felt like a furnace of velveteen bliss all inside a glove like fit. The vixen ground her hips hard onto his as she took him to the hilt, making both of them moan out. She began a quick pace of lifting herself up then slamming back down making sure he couldn't last long. Cody could already feel something building up down low with each motion she made, each one adding onto the last. He didn't know how couples would regularly go at it, but this seemed way too fast for both to enjoy. He placed his hands onto her piston driving hips slowing her down as much as possible wanting the feeling to be drawn out and last. The cave soon became an echoing of lust filled moans, only drowned outside by the sound of rain. Each motion, Cody could nearly map out her tight passageway with its wonderfully simple motion squeezing every inch so lusciously. Despite their slowed pace, the red wolf couldn't last to long. "Something feels like it's going to burst," he grunted out feeling the pressure in his groin increase. She made a few prolonged thrust before swiveling her hips sending him over the edge. '*Yes!*' she cheered salaciously in thought seeing him writhe in overloaded pressure. His organ twitched once as if one had stopped. "I-I can't... hold it!" he stuttered in vainly wanting to hold it back. One more lusty drive sent him over the edge with a banshee howl. His seed splashed into her awaiting womb, those silken covered iron muscles milking him heartily as her climax hit just as hard. With a shriek she squeezed hard obtaining another jumpy spurt from him, placing her hands on his shoulders for support. The last bits dribbled out as the flow nearly halted, Cody seeing spots everywhere. With vacuum like suction, the product of her efforts was gathered into her womb where it was absorbed through the walls. Ainu felt a surge below as her body began to store the large amount of his, now her, energy. Receiving it made her break into an ecstatic smile as her heart fluttered. "My... you really are a unique one," she said breathing deeply overtop the exhausted wolf in a deep afterglow. Her whole body tingled excitedly with the newly found source. She looked down at the happy wolf. '*I should make this memorable for him since he doesn't even act in wanton lust.*' She thought. Ainu was the one who had to seduce him after all. He looked up at her satisfied grin with one barely open eye. "I feel lost," he groggily said unable to recall much of what happened earlier at the moment. "Magic does that to first timers," she replied very happily practically purring at him. "Why even waste your time with me? I'm no one special to be with someone as attractive as you." He sounded modest and truthful asking any age old question that a child would want to know. The kitsune was perplexed as to why he would even ask a question like that now. '*He's probably the first to not ask for more sex and compliment me out of kindness, so why not give it to him straight?*' Ainu craned down so that her nose was touching his, able to detect the heavier aroused male scent that she had evoked from him. He in turn smelled the sweeter, more subtle aroma that was hers, reminding him of a windy day in spring. "Well the real reason I wanted you here is so that I could obtain some of your energy," she confessed a little guiltily for not telling him right away. "It felt wonderful," he said breathlessly, "but is it supposed to make me this tired?" She pulled back and shook her head. "Don't worry, I didn't take much, but the way I obtained it will last very long," she purred agreeing with herself. He nodded understanding, "What do you do with extra?" "If I don't need any more at the moment like now, all I have to do is put a seal on you like so," Ainu place a hand firmly on his chest. Cody watched as a three golden lines appeared on his chest in the shape of a triangle. "Now all of the fun you can have won't tire you out so much." Two of her tails wrapped around their joined hips. "What are you doing?" he could barely move underneath her as it was. "Just so nothing slips out," she cutely demonstrated gyrating against Cody, sending him through another groan as he held clawed the ground tightly. He tried pulling away from her, it was almost too much pleasure to bare. "You have nowhere else to go in this storm, so staywarm... with me," she cooed wrapping her arms around his neck, rubbing her muzzle against him. "Didn't you mention that earlier?" he asked refocusing somewhat. She rolled her hazel eyes tapping his nose with a tail. "You're not going to be shy after all this are you?" she presented her chest forward to him. He only gaped at her massive breasts in front of his eyes, even a small shake didn't make him act independently. The vixen made her move instead by grabbing one of his wrists. Cody felt a hard nipple against the center of his palm as she pressed the rest of his hand onto her breast. "Do whatever comes natural," she demonstrated attempting to rotate his hand around in a circular motion. "Or just explore," she stated letting go of him. Curiously, he brought up his other hand exploring one, then the other, focusing mostly on the sensations texture of her areola and diamond hard nipples. "Yesss," she hissed through clenched teeth at him appreciatively, feeling the inexperienced hands roam. His member gave a quick twitch reminding him where it was. He started pumping the still rigid organ inside her slowly, making the excited vixen squirm from his actions. "Tongue and lips too," she shakily spoke enjoying every touch. Cody stuck his tongue out as she leaned forward. As he met the firm nub of light red flesh, Ainu gasped and shuddered happily. Working over in circles with his smooth appendage, he loved it almost as much as she did with her accompanied groans and panting sounds. Lapping at the expectant nipple feeling it bump spring back onto his tongue, she grasped the back of his head urging him on. Emboldened, he wrapped his lips around the teat and tenderly began suckling while teasing the end with the tip of his tongue. Adding fuel to her erotic fire, he softly nibbled it between his teeth. Cody continued his ministrations to one while tweaking the other tracing unknown pattern throughout the exceptionally soft fur all under the attention of his slow rocking hips. Her hands gripped tightly as she whined, muscles beginning to spasm. Cody hugged her closely as she reached the crest of her climax, nearly vibrating in the embrace. The contractions caused his already sensitive member to pulse then expel a small amount into her hungry passage accompanied with a howl. Her arms gave out as she gave out into his supportive frame. Worn out, the vixen relaxed on him for a few minutes, nearly missing what he next said to her. "Wow you're beautiful," he whispered into a foxy ear, making her cheeks turn a soft pink as the lights brightened before returning to normal. "No one has ever called me that," she whimpered looking back at him. Cody merely smiled in return. She moved her head and locked muzzles with him, normally Ainu abstained from using romance but this one was much more worth it. Her tongue lapped forcefully at his sealed mouth before he cautiously opened it welcoming the adventurous appendage. She wrestled his tongue into her awaiting jowls, suckling it as if it were a bottle, making him open up wider. Cody reciprocated by rubbing her back tenderly, not able to whisper any kind words in return. She pulled out panting, hearing him try and garble out something but held his mouth shut with a quick flick of her hand. Without thinking, Ainu used a sleeping spell on him, not wanting him to leave just yet. Cody's eyelids grew heavy, no matter how hard he tried to keep them opened, their weight seemed to increase. He couldn't even remember what he was about to tell her earlier. "Let's take a nap Cody," she snuggled up to him, maneuvering her tails under his head to prop it up like a pillow would. He yawned, unable to think out any words, and held onto her shutting his eyes. Both fell asleep, the rain having passed long ago. Cody awoke to the sound of breathing below his head. He nudged Ainu awake, whispering her name. With a big yawn, she snuggled back before opening her eyes to meet his green ones. The vixen immediately sat up. "I thought you would've left by now." She sounded surprised. He gave a nervous laugh running his head and pointed at their joined crotched. "We're still kind of stuck together for me to run away." A lewd wet noise ensued as they started adjusting their positions. Pulling his now soft organ out, he sat up and noticed only a trickle of clear fluid come out, his seed had really been used. Ainu made a quick motion with her hand and her fur was immediately cleaned along with his. He moved while she stretched to find his clothes. "What are you looking for," she called to him carefully searching the dusty floor. "My-" he pointed looking down and sure enough, his clothes from earlier materialized around him as if they had never been taken off before. "Anything for you and your energy," the vixen said patting his shoulder with a tail before getting up herself. "By the way, what did you mean by other ways of obtaining energy?" Ainu paused next to him remembering all three. "Devouring your soul, draining your blood, or basically what we just did, have sex." She said it so matter of factly that Cody didn't even bother to respond or doubt her. "But I would never want to harm anyone," she chimed in, "especially you." Cody smiled at that statement following her to the entrance. They took a few gradual steps outside before she stopped him, grabbing his hand so that his hand was facing upwards. Ainu pointed a finger onto his palm, and he felt a burning sensation. Jerking back his hand, Cody closely examined the new fine mark. A tiny pattern looked back in the shape of a funny eye tingling in his palm as it seemed to vibrate in place. Each hair seemed individually colored so that the symbol looked natural. "That's to let you know whenever I'm near you, just in case," she added with a wink. They ended up staring at each others eyes admiring the view until Cody moved his muzzle forward. He gave a quick peck on her black set of lips eliciting a cute giggle from the kitsune. "Please come back soon, or I might get too lonely and find you," she whispered into Cody's ear licking the tip as she finished. He shuddered but smiled in return and stepped forward giving her a hug. Ainu gladly hugged back tightly, resting her head on his chest, feeling a kindling warmth spread inside her heart. She liked this male, much more caring and thoughtful than any other previous one. Then it was more of a need, but now it became a want, and she wanted him. She still clung to him as he began to draw away. "I have to go now Ainu, it's getting late for me," he said rubbing her back. Both pulled back enough out of the embrace, with regret, but remained within arms distance. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you Ainu, I'll see if I can get some spare time soon." "Please do," she said barely loud enough to hear looking at her feet on the ground. She mulled over a rock before bumping it into another where it remained. Breaking out of her stare, she looked up seeing that he was already a good distance away, giving her a final wave and smile. Waving back hopefully, Ainu watched him turn back before leaving her sights altogether. '*I hope he doesn't live too far away*,' she made her way slowly back to the cave. Everything inside looked a little more brand new, and her nose was able to detect the mingled scents of arousal. With a sigh, the happy vixen laid down on the bench contently before changing it into an actual bed. Cody made it down to the parking lot just as the late light began to dim. Throwing the backpack into the passenger seat, he hurried over and started the ignition with one thought in his mind, who he looked forward to spending his time with.

Title: Downfall of Heroines Ch. 03 Tags: demon, impregnation, monster, gangbang, mind control *(FYI for everyone. The story contains a little bit of a bait and switch as far as the monster goes. I started going one way, then had inspiration in another direction and I did not want to re-write everything I had already accomplished. Thanks for understanding.) Shereena)* \* The Night Cloak Inn sat quiet. It had been nearly 2 weeks since Shereena and Vivian had their ill fated encounter within the building. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the small village surrounding the place. The people went about their daily routines, The Night Cloak continued to operate with travelers coming and going. Perhaps no one knew what had occurred within. After all, neither Shereena nor Vivian were known to anyone locally. With winter approaching travelers were now arriving with less frequency. Yet one arrived this day. A lone horse carried a young woman clad in fine crafted plate armor. The woman's long copper hair danced behind her as her horse meandered down the street. While her armor hid most of her lovely features, her face revealed creamy, flawless skin, entrancing emerald eyes, a lovely face with soft features and luscious lips. Slung over the saddle bags was a shield adorned with an etching of an open hand, signifying the willingness of those following the god of justice to help those in need. A sword hung from her hips, its scabbard bright with a fresh coat of polish and decoratively engraved by a skilled hand. Several of the villagers looked up from their daily business and gave the young paladin a curious look; nodding to acknowledge her as she rode by. "Greetings milady." Said an older villager walking the road as she approached; the elderly man most likely the face of the village. "What brings you to our quiet corner of the world?" "Good day sir." The woman replied from her horse. "I am wondering if anyone has passed through in the last month or so, a young blond haired woman by the name of Shereena. Her priestess garb should have been memorable." The old man held his chin for a moment while his brow tensed in though. "Yes, I do remember her." He finally replied. He looked around for a moment, and once satisfied none of the other villagers could hear him, he continued. "Though, she wasn't dressed like any priestess I know of." The man said, informing the traveler. "Come, let us talk more in the comfort of my home. I am sure the road has made you hungry, and a home cooked meal is sure to hit the spot." The woman dismounted from her horse and began to follow him home. "I name is Vira. And I want to thank you for your assistance." The young paladin said, a worried look having come over her face after hearing this man's comment about her friend." The man led her into the heart of the village. His home was quite modest though clean and well build. Across the road sat a large building; it sat quiet and dark. Hanging above the door of the building was a sign that read "The Night Cloak." Vira felt a sense of unease fill her body as she stared at the foreboding building. The worries she had for her friend grew. "Here we are." The elderly man said, breaking Vira's thoughts. "Oh...Um...Thanks for your hospitality. I appreciate the gesture." Vira said, turning away from The Night Cloak and entering the man's home. "Oh it is no problem at all. Though I insist that you get out of that uncomfortable armor and allow me to serve you dinner before we discuss other topics." Her host replied, motioning towards what looked like a spare room. "I will begin preparations for dinner while you change." Vira wanted to dive right into what had happened with Shereena, however she didn't want to appear too forward, or perhaps too heavy handed and have him clam up on her. She entered the small room, and began to change from her armor into a modest gown. In the back of the house the old man had begun the mundane task of whipping up a meal for his new guest. He had a few moments to himself before the back door of his home entered and 3 of his neighbors entered unannounced. The three burly farmers stared angrily. "Gavin, why are you helping the woman?" One of them snarled. Gavin lowered his head in submission, he was no match for one of these men, let alone three. "I just thought that she might be able to help us." He said softly. "She appears skilled and surely has the gods on her side." "I cannot risk my daughter on the slime chance she can stand against those creatures." Another man replied. "They have not hurt anyone as long as we have done as they command." "And you will do what they command...right Gavin?" Said the third. "You know what do to. If you disobey them and anything happens to my family, I will be sure to punish you!" Gavin stood silently as the three men left a moment later. He now held in one of his trembling hands a small vial that had just been given to him. "Please forgive me." He finally said, looking up to the sky. Turning to the counter, he emptied the blood red liquid from the vial into Vira's tankard. Gavin blushed as he entered his main room and laid eyes upon Vira. His guest now wore a simple, yet elegant dress that allowed him to take in her full femininity. The dark purple bodice clung tightly to her body revealing a slim, tight waist. Despite a rather modest neckline, the shape of Vira's full breasts were visible beneath the fabric. Her toned arms teased at the firm, athletic body that was hidden beneath her modest gown. Vira had pulled her hair up, her bare neck drawing his gaze, despite himself. "Vira...I figured you could use some ale before dinner." Gavin said, handing her the tankard filled with the tainted ale. "The roast will be a while, so we could discuss your business." "Thank you." Vira said, smiling warmly as she tucked her gown beneath her knees and took a seat in front of his fireplace and began to drink. Gavin felt horrible about condemning Vira to the fate she would soon suffer, but feared the consequences too much to do anything about it. "Shereena arrived in the village two weeks ago." Gavin said as Vira listened intently. "She arrived with another woman and stayed at The Night Cloak. Like I said, she wasn't dressed as a priestess. Both women were dressed quiet elegantly. I think they wanted to draw the attention of some of the local men." "Shereena?" Vira replied. "Are you sure you have not mistaken someone else for her? That is quite unlike her." "Oh, I think she was following the lead of her friend." Gavin said in answer to her question. "She seemed the dominant of the two. The last I saw of either of them, they had both retired to the back for the evening with a gentleman guest." "What?" Vira said in shock. She quickly turned and looked out the window to the eerily silent Night Cloak. "Shereena...what have you done?" "I don't know." Gavin said, feeling ashamed of himself. "But, she never left. The owner closed the business after her arrival, presumably to spend all of his time with her." As she gazed across the street, Vira saw light through one of the windows, then motion as someone moved inside, then another candle light. "Gavin...please excuse me. I must go." Vira said as she hopped up and bolted out the front door. "What have I done?" He said to himself. Gavin closed the door to his home and retired to his bedroom, trying to put this out of his mind. Across the street the front door to The Night Cloak burst open and Vira spilled into the building. "Shereena?" She called out into the darkness, panting slightly from sprinting across the street. Nothing greeted her but silence. Then she heard it. A deep growl of contentment flowed from the rear of the building. The sound caused Vira to tremble, then gasp. She continued to listen, allowing the sound to fill her ears, the growl becoming rhythmic, creating a slow tempo. Vira felt drawn by the sound, each growl tugging her towards it. Slowly she began to walk deeper into the building. The sounds had a strong, sexual nature to them, as well as a dark, evil feel. As the sounds grew louder with each step she took, Vira then could make out a softer feminine moan beneath it. The woman's voice was soft and submissive. Her voice matched the tempo of her dark lover and was latched with pleasure. Soon Vira could recognize it...Shereena. The paladin smiled warmly. Soon she was at the source of the pleasurable sounds. Before her was a closed door, the faint light of several candles shining from beneath it. Vira felt no fear, anxiety, or disgust. Only a sense of belonging. Reaching forward she gripped the handle and casually opened the door. The scene before here did nothing to shock the young paladin...in fact she felt as if she expected it. The large chamber dominated the rear of the building. Filling the center of the room was a large circular altar nearly 15' around. The thing was made of a glossy black stone. Large curved spines curled up in several places along its edge and several ritualistic items lie scattered across its surface. The thing was barely visible in the faint light cast by the candles that rest in stands at the corners of the room. The walls have been decorated with silk tapestries, the things alternating between depicting unholy runes and the faces of demonic lords. Laying atop the altar and facing away from the door was Shereena. Her friend lay on her back with her splayed legs bent at the knees and her arms stretched out over her head. Kneeling over the young priestess was a truly vile creature. It was massive, nearly half the size of the altar upon which Shereena lie. Its body reminded Vira of a bulbous, hairless spider. Its smooth, black carapace glistened in the faint light as its moved. Rising from its body was a long, thick neck that ended in a large misshapen head. The creature's gaping maw was circular in shape with every surface of it lined with tiny teeth. Its putrid green tongue hung from its mouth, several long strings of goo hanging from the thing as it gazed down at Shereena while taking her. The demon's cock seems to have slithered forth from an opening in its body. The thing appeared to be a series of linked chitinous plates; the dark crimson segments twisting as the thing's cock moved of its own volition, thick goo oozing from between the plates as it slowly pumped into Shereena. The creature's long, spindly legs spread out over the altar, gripping the thick spires as it held itself above his prize. The thing's four arms ended in long, taloned fingers; two of its arms pinned Shereena's wrists to the altar while the other two casually groped the woman's lovely busom. There was a third figure in the room as well. A tall, lithe dark haired woman on her hands and knees next to Shereena. Vira guessed she was Shereena's mysterious travel partner based on the description Gavin had given her. Though, a pair of small horns protruding from her forehead and the black leathery wings sprouting from her back were something that Gavin had not mentioned. She grinned widely and brought a finger to her lips, signaling for Vira to remain silent. Vira obeyed. Her lovely lips parted and she panted deeply while watching the scene unfold before her. The young paladin found herself turned on by what was happening to Shereena. She felt her virgin flower begin to moisten and she fidgeted just a bit. Slowly, her lips began to upturn into a playful smile. The succubus gave a knowing smile as she watched the young paladin reaction. She then glanced back down at Shereena and watched as the young woman's lips released moans of pleasure, praising her demonic lover. One of her hands slowly moved to Shereena's belly, running across her bare flesh, able to sense the budding demonic life that resided within Shereena. Vivian lowered her mouth to Shereena's still flat belly and planted a soft kiss upon her flesh before allowing her tongue to slowly roam the young woman's belly. She looked up, gazing at the paladin while she tasted Shereena's flesh. Vira stared back, fascinated and yearning. Vivian sighed in pleasure at the look on the woman's face. She was looking forward to the woman's violation. The demon's grotesque cock continued to plunge deep into Shereena, sinking into her tight body and feeling her stretch around his girth. His slow, steady thrusts filled the room with a very pronounced sucking sound. \*Ssschllllooooorrrp\* \*Sssssllllleeeeoooooww\* The sounds filled Vira's thoughts and guided her gaze to the slimy thing as it had her friend. The thing oozed slime as it moved, its segmented plates spreading the young priestess' petals as they entered and exited, inflicting inhuman pleasure upon the woman. Shereena willingly held her thighs open for the creature, giving herself to him, her thighs tensing up in pleasure each time the demonic cock pushed forward and disappeared inside her. Shereena's feet pushed on the surface of the altar, slowly rocking her body along the hard rock. Her belly bulged as the demon filled her, the succubus hungrily sucking upon her belly as she felt the demon moving inside Shereena. Vira took several steps closer, grinning widely as she watched her best friend enjoy the carnal attentions of the vile demon. Her own desires had grown, her steps a bit awkward now as her legs began to grow weak, Vira hoping she would be invited onto the altar! The succubus lifted herself, leaving Shereena's belly glistening with her saliva. She met Vira's gaze and smiled widely. The demon's potion had done its work and this holy paladin was going to eagerly give herself over to her new masters. New masters... For a moment Vivian recalled the touch of dead flesh that once pleasured her, but the thought quickly faded in favor of desire to please her demonic masters. The demon inside Shereena slowed its pumping into his toy, eventually stopping and allowing his cock to casually slip from the woman, revealing a throbbing, fleshy tip to his vile cock. Shereena gasped as she felt her lover withdraw from her body. Her lustful moans ceased, becoming a soft panting as her gaze focused upon the hideous face of the creature above her. The creature's hands released her, the pair upon her breasts moving to Shereena's waist while another moved to lovingly caress her cheeks. "Shereeeennnaaaa..." The creature said with a deep, growling voice. "I think we should celebrate. Look..." "A celebration?" Shereena said playfully with a soft smile. "Whatever for?" She rolled over onto her belly, and to her surprise she met Vira's gaze. "Vira!" Shereena squealed with surprise, though after a moment her expression to that of joy. "How did you find me?" "The townsfolk were most helpful Shereena, they led me right to you." Vira said, smirking as she glanced up at the demon. "And I have to admit I am glad they did." Shereena blushed at Vira's comment, her personality showing through now and then. "Vira..." The creature spoke. "Come, join us. I can sense your desire." Shereena sat up, her legs dangling over the edge of the altar, her arms stretched out to welcome her friend. Vira was able to gaze upon her friend's body unhindered for the first time. She never expected to feel this way, but Shereena was beautiful..she found herself wanting to be close to her, to touch her. Shereena's arms embraced Vira and pulled her close, Vira sighing pleasurably as she felt her friend's shapely form press up against her. "Shereena....you are so beautiful.." Vira whispered. "I never realized I could feel this way..." Vira stared into her friends bright blue eyes as Shereena smiled back. Vira brushed Shereena's blond hair back and slowly leaned in. Shereena moaned pleasantly as Vira's lips met hers. Vira groaned as she planted a kiss on her friend, her tongue slipping into her friend's lovely mouth. "Hmm...yes..." Vira said with a playful growl. Her hands cupped Shereena's head, fingers moving through her blond hair. Shereena submitted, laying back as Vira pushed forward, crawling atop her. Vira kissed furiously, her lips wrestling with her friends while their tongues danced together. Vira broke the kiss and stared down at her friend for a moment, panting deeply, lust filling her eyes. Vira lowered herself to Shereena's luscious breasts and eagerly planted her mouth atop one of her pert nipples. She groaned hungrily as she began to suck, slurping noisily upon Shereena's flesh while her tongue tasted her younger friend. Vivian watched with a wide grin, finding pleasure in just how quickly the young paladin had taken to the potion she was given. So much for being a strong willed holy warrior. Vivian moved, leaving her kneeling position and slipping off the altar. She slithered over to the two women and moved behind Vira. Wrapping a hand around Vira's neck, she squeezed gently and peeled the woman off Shereena, leaving her panting as she continued to stare hungrily at her friend. "In time.." Vivian said before planting a kiss upon the paladin herself. Vira melted within Vivian's embrace. Vivian's strong arms wrapped around the paladin and held her close to her naked body. "Delicious..." Vivian groaned. "Just like Shereena..." Vira felt herself floating in pleasure as the succubus kissed her, their tongues slowly dancing together, their lips planted firmly against one another. Then, the kiss ended, leaving Vira panted sharply for breath. "Oh my..." Stammered the paladin. "Indeed." Vivian grinned. "Now why don't we get this robe off, so we can all enjoy your beauty." The succubus ran her hands along Vira's toned arms, causing the paladin to tremble with pleasure wherever she touched. Vivian smiled at Vira, staring into her eyes as her hands moved to her bodice, untying the lace that held her gown together. She licked her lips as the woman's bodice loosened. Vira smiled back as she was undress, parting her lips and moaning sensually as she felt Vivian tug on her dress, pulling it down, the fabric falling to the ground, pooling around her high heeled clad feet. Vivian openly sighed as she gazed upon the woman's virginal beauty. Vira's body was firm and tight thanks to years of training. "Hmm, they are going to enjoy you." Vivian chuckled, running her hands along the sides of Vira's body. "I hope so." Vira replied "Get onto the altar." Vivian commanded, moving from Vira to retrieve a large silver chalice. "We need to prepare you...so your body can properly hold their seed." "Absolutely vile." Vira said with a playful smile. Vira energetically hopped up into a seated position on the altar and scooted herself fully onto the thing, feeling a penetrating, sensual magical energy flow through her. With a lustful sigh she lay back, resting still. "Perfect." Vira said, moving to her and kneeling by her side. The demon watched as Vivian began to prepare the young paladin. The thing growled softly, pleased with the woman, growing eager to see her pure soul tainted. Vivian's hands moved the goblet above the young warrior's taut belly. Her mouth began to chant in the demonic speech, casting the binding ritual as her hands tilted the goblet, pouring the thick, black goo upon her naked flesh. Vira watched curiously, willingly participating without a second thought. The demon chuckled as Vira's luscious body tensed up and her lips released a sharp gasp while the warm ink stained her flawless body. She was pure and untainted, unlike Shereena by the time they had found her, the ritual was much quicker, the demonic ink flowed across the trembling paladin's belly forming into the shape of a pentagram. Vivian's chants grew louder as did Vira's deep gasps, her body and soul heaving as the dark magic penetrated her. Vira's sharp gasps melted into deep moans, her chest heaving deliciously with her panting as the ink upon her belly began to fade, releasing a putrid purple light as it melded with her soul. The room was then quiet, the chanting over. Vivian grinned cruelly as she stared into Vira's eyes. "How do you feel?" She chuckled, playfully running her hand along the woman's slim neck. Vira gazed up at the succubus as her composure returned and her eyes saw Shereena kneeling behind the dark haired woman, having watched the entire ritual. The young priestess had gazed in fascination as she watched Vira succumb to the initiation ritual. Shereena smiled warmly as Vira turned her gaze to her. Vira grinned widely in return. "I wish you would have found me years earlier." She cooed, writhing sensually upon the altar while Vivian and the demon stared down at her. "Vivian..." Growled the demon as he gaze down at the 3 women beneath him. 'Why don't you show Shereena and Vira to the spires....then return to me." "Hmm...with pleasure.." Vivian said, her voice dripping with lust and eagerness. "Shereena...come...you know the way." Vivian said to the young woman, grinning evilly as she slowly slipped off the altar and motioned towards one of the thick curved spikes growing from the edge of the altar. "What's this?" Vira said with a playful grin as she sat up and crossed her legs...and watched, curious as to events to come. "Gladly..." Shereena said playfully in a childlike manner, hopping up and scurrying over to Vivian, though her innocent face blushing as she made her admission. "I like the altar." "It is so nice to see you turning into such a little slut Shereena." Vivian cooed, leaning forward and playfully running her tongue along the woman's neck. "Eager to feel demon cock inside your tight body are you?" Shereena sighed pleasurably as the succubus ran her hands along the priestess' arms. Vivian slowly guided Shereena back, pressing her against one of the tall spires. Gripping Shereena's small wrists she lifted her arms, raising them high above her head. Shereena held her arms together as Vivian released her and moved to wrap a black silken sash around her wrists, securing Shereena to the spire, the young woman now standing at the edge of the altar, free for the taking. "Hmm, I would love to have you right now Shereena, you look positively delicious...but I have other things to attend to..." Vivia smiled as she moved aside and stared at Vira, smirking . "Your turn...unless you don't desire to." Vira panted deeply as she stared back and the succubus, her lips turned up into a playful smile as she did so. Without saying a word, she uncrossed her legs and dismounted the altar. The paladin brushed her hair back and walked to the empty spire next to Shereena, her heeled shoes slicking on the floor as we did so. Without any guidance from the demonic Vivia, Vira leaned back against the thing, sighing as she felt the cool stone against her flesh, and slowly raised her arms up into position, her plump breasts jutting out as her back arched. "You take to this well paladin." Vivia gloated with a large grin as she bound the woman. "Perhaps this is what you really wanted all along. Joining a holy order just to put yourself in our path so you may give yourself to us." "Ohhh.....If so...then I deserve what you do to me." Vira replied, her eyes closing as she panted hungrily, the paladin's mind obviously not even trying to fight the spells cast upon her, she was wholly theirs. Vivian chuckled. "I will leave you two. But fear not, I don't think will be left alone for too long." Vivian smiled as she eyed the gorgeous women all bound up and ready to be taken by whatever desired to have them. The succubus looked up at the creature hovering above the altar, the thing leering at her. Slowly, she crawled up into the large altar, staring up into his glowing green eyes as she sensually moved to him, crawling on her hands and knees. The creature chuckled and watched her lithe form move to him. Effortlessly, the creature reached down and lifted the woman from the altar, his hands gripping her tight ass and the backs of her shoulders. As the grotesque creature stared upon her nakedness, his arousal returned. A sickening sucking sound filled the room as his cock began to worm its way free from his bulbous body, the thing oozing slime as it swayed about. Vivian watched, her tongue sensually gliding along her soft lips as the demon's foul manhood slithered forth. "Hungry are you?" The demon said with a cruel chuckle. "On your knees." Vivian's lips smiled widely at the thought. The creature lowered her to the altar, Vivian kneeling before him. She felt a pair of his powerful hands slip around her head, cupping her skull and slipping into her long black hair. Another hand rested on her shoulder while his last gripped his slimy organ. "Hmm...yesss...." Vivian cooed before opening her mouth wide as she felt the creature guide her forward. The thick organ met her luscious lips, the succubus releasing a muffled groan of desire as the throbbing head of his cock slipped into her lovely mouth. Both of Vivian's delicate hands found the length of the creature's chitinous organ, gently caressing him as her lips wrapped tightly around the thing, her tongue pleasuring him. From behind Vivian the other two women could hear the slick, wet sounds of her lips upon the demon's cock, their own desires growing as they listened...even though they were unable to lay eyes upon the scene. Vira and Shereena writhed against their binds, both their mouths open as they moaned softly. Their bodies were wet with arousal, yearning to feel a demon inside them. Fortunately, they would not be waiting long. At first, one creature emerged from the darkness. It was a hulking brute, standing nearly seven feet in height. Its body was muscular, yet twisted into grotesque shapes. Its dark, mottled grey skin felt stretched across its body. Thick, black boney plates covered parts of its body, jutting up from its shoulders, covering parts of its arms and legs, as well as giving its face a fearsome skull like appearance. Its maw was huge and lined with thick, sharp teeth. Its cock was truly awful however. A thick, foot long weapon rippling with muscle. The tip of the thing was formed by five thick appendages and came together and formed a wicked phallic head. The thing eyed both women, leering at their beauty. Unknown to them, he had a reason for doing so as he turned to Shereena. He growled in satisfaction as she whimpered submissively. This creature was new to the priestess, yet another vile creature that was going to know the pleasure of her perfect body. Vira could not help but watch, her eyes fixated on the creature's massive cock. The demon towered over the small Shereena, leering down at her with lust in its piercing red eyes as she gazed sheepishly up at it. It brought a large hand to her neck and gently massaged her flesh, growling contently whilst listening to her whimper at his touch. Using its other hand, the demon brushed back Shereena's blonde hair, allowing him to see all of her lovely face. Easing himself forward the creature's erect cock pressed against the woman's tummy, Shereena's eyes rolling back and her lips releasing a soft, soothing moan as she felt the rippling organ lewdly glide along her flesh. The creature chuckled, his hips slowly rocking as it pumped the massive thing along the priestess' flat belly. "Please...enter me..." Shereena pleaded, her voice soft, yet yearning as her shapely hips began to sway. The demon chuckled once more, though did not speak. Its hands ran down the length of Shereena's curves, feeling her gasp in pleasure at his warm touch. Slipping over her hips, they came to rest upon the back of her thighs. Squeezing, he lifted and parted her legs; Shereena wrapping them loosely around the creature as he did so. The young priestess looked up into his eyes, feeling his cruel gaze upon her. She smiled warmly before allowing her eyes to look down and focus upon his writhing cock as he gripped the thing and lowered it to her moist petals. Only a few feet away Vira watched in amazement. The young paladin gasped sharply as she watched, her desire even greater than Shereena's. The thing's cock was massive, she couldn't wait to see her friend take it. The demon glanced over at her, their gazes meeting for a moment, Vira sensing its joy at her reaction. Turning back to Shereena, the demon cupped the woman's tight cheeks and gently pulled her lower body away from the stone spire. The finger like appendages on his cock tensed, pulling tighter together as they began to slowly push into the young woman. Both women and the demon watched as he sank into Shereena's tight little body. Her pussy stretched and wrapped tightly around the thick tip of the demonic cock, the demon groaning deeply as he felt her tight warmth around him. Shereena trembled, her mouth hanging open to gasp sharply over and over. She felt his hands grip her ass tighter, pulling her hips to him, his cock sinking deeper into her. Shereena's belly slowly began to grow as her body welcomed the demons manhood, the entirety of the thing finally nestled within her, his crotch pressed up tightly against her. "Hmm...yes..." Vira cooed, licking her lips as she watched the demon fill her friend with his vile organ. Shereena herself panted deeply, allowing her head to lean back as she did so. A serene smile could be seen on her lovely lips, her mind obeying the demonic magic that had controlled her the last few weeks. Her ankles locked together behind the demon, her legs squeezing against him as his cock squirmed, stimulating her luscious body. The warm touch of the demon's hands were then felt upon her breasts, the creature cupping her mounds, gently squeezing. His hips then began to move, casually rocking back and forth between Shereena's thighs, his cock thrusting deep into the girl. Vira eventually allowed her gaze to drift from the scene, movement in front of her catching her eye. The creature that stood before her...she was familiar with it. She knew it as The Spirit of Injustice...a demon that was the arch enemy of her order, this thing had sworn to destroy all of her kind! "Vira..." Spoke the creature, the thing's voice raspy, and somehow vile and slimy. "Yes...I know your name, and I must say I am overjoyed to find you here." The thing was tall and lanky, having a vile, gangly build about it. Slimy green flesh covered its entire body, almost like that of a frog. Its long taloned fingers were connected by a webbing like membrane. Its face was dominated by an overly large mouth, the thing filled with blunted teeth and two long fangs that jutted up from its jaw. Two tiny black eyes could be seen from beneath the creatures bulbous brow. His cock jutted out, eager to enjoy this paladin. Thick, pronounced ridges covered the surface of the thing, the phallic head was nearly twice the size of the rest of his cock and throbbed visibly in anticipation of having Vira. Hanging beneath his menacing organ was a grotesque sack, its semi-transparent sack throbbing as thousands of tiny worm like things squirmed within a thick green goo; surely to soon find its way into the lovely Vira The creature reached out and gently slid the back of his fingers along Vira's cheeks while he chuckled cruelly. "Let's test your true loyalty to us Vira." The thing gloated. "Do you wish for me to take your maidenhood?" Vira panted sharply, her full, firm breasts rising and falling as her open mouth sucked in the air. She stared at the creature, remembering how she once hated it so. But now....she wanted it defeat her. Surrendering to him felt so right. Her gaze drifted to his demonic cock. Her tongue slipped from her mouth and she slowly ran it along her lips as desires continued to well up inside her. "I surrender to you." She finally said, her voice breathless. "Bend me to your will." The creature tossed its head back and laughed loudly. "Yes...It feels liberating once you realize you cannot win, does it not?" The thing gloated. The hand upon her cheek unfolded and slowly wrapped around to the back of her neck. Pulling forward slightly, the thing held her head for a kiss. Vira let out a soft moan, her lips parting as the creature's face approached hers. A slimy, grotesque tongue slithered from his mouth and met her lips. Vira sensually wrapped her lips around the thing, sucking gently as it squirmed into her mouth, gliding along her tongue, forcing her to taste him while his hot breath washed across her face. Vira's eyes remained open, wanting to gaze upon the hideousness of the demon, his deep eyes staring back at her, unblinking. After several minutes the creature broke the lewd kiss. Vira gasped sharply, then licked the slime from her lips and grinned mischievously at the creature she once despised. "Hmm...surrendering is fun." She cooed, playfully biting her lip. "You are so weak minded Vira." The demon gloated, hissing into her ear. "You never stood a chance of resisting me." One of his webbed hands slipped from behind her neck. Vira watched as he slid the thing down, gliding along her flesh and splaying his fingers out over one of her luscious breasts. The young paladin began to pant deeply, her chest heaving as his slimy flesh covered her firm mound, playfully squeezing as he watched Vira yelp in reply. "Hmm...no...I did not...I am weak...I am yours" Vira moaned, a serene, relaxed expression upon her face as the creature continued to fondle one of her delicious breasts. "In every way..." He gloated, her firm, thick breast covered by his slimy webbed hand as he continued to squeeze and fondle her plump mounds. Vira felt the demon's other hand slip to her belly, casually roaming her flesh, leaving behind a thin coat of glistening goo. The creature's gaze drifted up and down her form, enjoying the sight of her lovely curves as she slowly writhed before him. "I am going to take you now Vira." The creature stated, its horrible maw grinning at her. "And you know that deep down you need me inside your body." Vira watched with an open, panting mouth as the creature slipped his hands between her thighs and lifted, holding her knees out to either side of his horrid form. His cock stood at attention its massive tip still pulsating. The creature's sack dangled beneath his erect cock, the thing squirming as the thousands of wormlike sperm slithered about, eager to be released into the woman. The demon stepped forward, his wicked face only an inch or so away from hers as she felt his warm, slimy body glide against her soft inner thighs and lower belly. A sharp gasp slipped from the paladin's soft lips as she felt the warm wetness of the creature's cock nestle up against her wet cunt, the demon ever so slowly pushing himself to her. "Yyyeeessssss.....take my cock you little cunt." The demon hissed sharply, his cruel mouth bent up into a hideous smile. Vira's chest heaved as she gasped deeply, she felt herself spreading open to welcome this vile creature into her virgin body. Her thighs tensed, her knees straitening as her legs jutted out behind the creature. With a cruel sucking sound, the tip of the demon's organ disappeared into the woman, her tight womanhood wrapping tightly around him. "More...more..." She gasped. Vira clenched her teeth, her whole body trembling, her belly growing taut, her arms pulling hard on their binds. Then a moment later came a sigh of release, relaxation washed over her as the creature allowed himself to slide deep into the woman he had just deflowered. His massive head throbbed inside her belly, creating a visible swell in her belly as it did so while the thick ridges along his lengthy shaft caressed her canal, creating an irresistible pleasure. Vira's lips slowly turned up and she cooed playfully as the demon filled her, the creature growling in satisfaction as it did so. "How easy it was to make you beg for me." The gangly demon gloated. "I wonder if you wanted this from the day you were told of my evil." "I...wish I had." Vira whispered back, a serene smile on her lovely face. "You can make up for lost time if you wish." "Hahahaha...that I will my little toy. And why don't we begin right now." The creature suggested. He pulled his hips back, feeling Vira's body glide tightly along his cock, the young woman releasing a trembling moan as he began to move inside her. He held just the head of his organ inside her, staring down at her lovely body, then thrust forward eagerly, plunging himself completely into the luscious paladin, Vira crying out sharply as she was penetrated so cruelly, her body rising into the air as the demon pushed up against her crotch. His eyes stared at Vira's lovely body as he began to fuck her, his slimy cock noisily slurping in and out as he took her at a steady tempo, enough to cause her to rock back and forth so he could take in the sight of her lovely breasts jiggling before him. "We will have many long nights like this Vira." He said with joy as his prize groaned uncontrollably before him. "Countless nights in fact." Meanwhile, next to Vira, her young friend Shereena had been entertaining her new lover the entire time, entranced by the experience and oblivious to anything happening to the paladin. Its claws dug into her butt, peeling her body away from the altar as his massive cock continued to thrust deep into her lovely body. The creature growled deeply, menacingly as its powerful body slowly pumped between the priestess' legs. Shereena felt his firm grasp on her rear, fingers squeezing her plump cheeks as they pulled her to him and slowly guided her hips into a lewd gyration. Her vile lover made sure to fill her body with the entirety of his powerful cock with each thrust, her body stretching tightly around the thick shaft and pleasuring it. Her body rocked back and forth as she was pulled to him over and over, her plump breasts swaying delightfully while her belly was penetrated over and over by the demon's cock. "I love having you inside me." Shereena said softly, her conquered mind displaying affection for the vile act inflicted upon her. The creature's growls turned into a crude chuckle momentarily in response to the comment. The creature allowed one hand to glide along Shereena's supple flesh, moving over the small of her back, around her waist and finally coming to rest upon her belly. He gently pushed against her, feeling her tremble as he did so, her body bulging from the sheer girth of his inhumanly large cock. Stepping forward, Shereena's lover sank himself completely inside her, his cock rippling against her canal. With a bestial grunt, the creature thrust forward, Shereena's tiny body bouncing up into the air, her mouth gasping breathlessly. The priestess' lovely breasts jiggled as her body moved with the creature's vile thrusts, his eyes locked on them as he lewdly fucked her. Shereena's legs unlocked from behind him and dangled beside him as he began to crudely fuck the small woman, reveling in her submission to the vile act. Still bound to the spire next to her friend, Vira felt the cock that deflowered her moving inside her. Her lover leered lecherously upon her perfect body, drool hanging from his cruel mouth as he stared. Her thighs lie draped over his hands as he held them open, his hips lewdly pumping between them, filling her with his slimy, unholy meat. She groaned deeply, lustfully as her body yielded to the demon, her desire for this foul beast filling all her thoughts. "What would your paladin friends think of you Vira?" The creature said, still toying with her. "Would they approve of what you are doing?" "I...don't...care..." She replied with deep gasps, her body deep within the throes of pleasure now. "I love weak minds such as yours." The creature gloated. "Now, arch your back for me, I wish to taste those magnificent breasts." "Hmm...yes...master..." The paladin replied, quite comfortable in her submission. Still rocking from the force of the demon's thrusts, Vira slowly pushed her plump breasts forward, her body tensing up as she arched forward, offering her bosom to him. The creature hissed in pleasure as it lowered its hideous face to her glorious breasts. Vira panted heavily as her chest was displayed for him. Opening his mouth wide, the creature groaned, hot drool spilling down onto the paladin's soft flesh. Hungrily, the demon latched upon one of her thick, firm breasts, his mouth consuming nearly half the flesh mound. His blunted teeth scraped against her flesh while he sucked the fleshy orb past his lips, slurping loudly and drool slithered on down to her trembling belly. He groaned in satisfaction, slurping hungrily upon Vira while his tongue slithered along, tasting her. The young paladin licked her own lips as she watched the creature fill his large maw with her luscious tit flesh. Her eyes feasted as her demon lover consumed her, his mouth slurping against her silky flesh, pressing against her, shoving as much of her plump breast past his lips as possible. The creature groaned in satisfaction as it tasted the lovely Vira, his slimy tongue slithering freely against her, tasting his new prize. His hands left her thighs and slowly slipped behind her, pulling Vira's tight body towards him, pushing her mounds into his hungry face. The demon's toy trembled as she felt him suck and taste her, her tight belly quivering as it glistened with warm slime drooling down from her imprisoned breast. From behind her Vira heard a deep, penetrating growl that caused her to shiver. It seems the large, bloated creature that had been enjoying Shereena earlier had found its enjoyment with the Succubus. As she listed to the sounds of his satisfaction, the conquered paladin allowed herself to grin, realizing she was eagerly looking forward to her grotesque lover injecting her with his foul seed. "Don't worry, he will enjoy you as well." Her lover growled, finally lifting his face from her slime coated breast as he realized Vira was aware of the debauchery upon the altar. "But not until I am through with you." The creature arched its back, their bodies connected only between the woman's open thighs. She felt his groping hands cupped upon her firm ass, guiding her hips back and forth as they swallowed his cock. His blackened eyes gazed upon Vira's loveliness, watching her slime coated flesh glisten in the torchlight as she moved before him. Her flat tummy squirmed with her erotic motions, the massive throbbing head of cock visible as a bulge as his organ slid in and out of his new toy. Her hips ground lewdly against his slimy flesh, her thighs wrapped loosely around his body, between them the demon's cock penetrated the young paladin. The creature chuckled as his gaze shifted to his cock, watching the thing thrust into Vira, her tight lips wrapping around the rancid organ. "Oh my...Yes..." Vira panted as her mortal enemy began to pick up the speed of this thrusts. The demon slapped loudly against her, Vira's body rocking back and forth between her binds and the creature. His hands gripped tightly, squeezing as they sharply pulled her to him. "Yes indeed." He growled, his eyes watching her plump breasts jostle delightfully as she bounced against him. "Tell me...\*\*\*grunt\*\*\*...do you want this?" Vira's soft pants began to grow into sharp gasps, her voice filling the chamber as she felt the demon's vile cock savagely thrusting into her. His clawed hands tugged crudely on her firm tush, pulling her to him as he penetrated her. Her body began to tense up, the outline of his cock against her belly becoming more visible as she sucked in her belly. Her legs squeezed against him, pulling him to her. "Yes...yes..." Vira began to chant along with her sharp groans of pleasure. The former paladin released a loud cry of pleasure as she came, her body giving in to the grotesque pleasure inflicted upon it. She arched her back sharply, her legs sharply pulling him to her, wanting to feel his cock fully within her. Her body bounced against his with loud, wet slaps as she contacted his slimy form. Her hips bucked wildly while her body writhed uncontrollably. As she swam in ecstasy, Vira felt the slimy organ swell inside her, stretching her even further. The creature slammed his crotch against her one last time, holding her writhing body over his throbbing cock. His growls filled her ears, and his bulbous sack began to squirm. A moment later the young woman experienced a moist warmth deep within her body as the demon's writhing seed began to flow into her fertile body. Between the demon's legs his sack throbbed, its contents writhing wildly as they were squeezed from him, injected into the conquered Vira. Vira's movements slowed, becoming more subdued. Her tongue slowly glided along her smiling lips while her eyes shifted their gaze to her belly. As her tummy visibly throbbed from the cock beneath it, the pentagram slowly began to appear upon her flesh. Beneath the growls she could make out a deep gurgling sound as more and more of the squirming, gooey seed spilled forth into her vulnerable womb. Vira felt satisfaction and relaxation wash over her. Her movements slowed more, and came to a halt, her body still save for her soft breaths. Her lover remained inside her, still growling as his orgasm continued, pumping the defeated woman with more and more of his evil seed, her inner thighs stained green as it began to ooze from her. "Ahhh....Yes indeed." The demon finally said with a satisfied chuckle. The creature brought a hand to her belly and casually allowed it to roam across her flesh, grinning as he eyed the now fading pentagram upon her perfect flesh. "You belong to us now Vira." The creature said calmly, smiling cruelly at the defeated paladin. "You shall exist solely to please us. Though I doubt that will ever cause you any distress." Vira sighed pleasurably in reply while smiling playfully at the creature. Her mind swam in pleasure and now eagerly embraced the demonic magic that had been cast upon her. She felt his cock still moving inside her, her master allowing his hips to casually rock back and forth, still enjoying her tight warmth around his organ. His sticky seed coated his rod, the stuff oozing from her violated form, and dripping to the floor below. "And no need to worry, the festivities are just beginning." Laughed the creature. "Let's get onto the altar and get you properly welcomed into our fold."

Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Female Inflation, Prose that Blows 4 - Winter Wonderland (2010), Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Sexiest Story Text: The office "holiday" party had been going on for over an hour. And although it was scheduled to run for at least another two hours, Charlotte didn't think she could last that long. The introduction of alcohol into the party had caused her generally tolerable co-workers to become, well, less than tolerable. It had become painfully clear to Charlotte that at least a third of her co-workers were lightweights when it came to alcohol. On top of that, it was also clear to her as to what kind of drunks each of her co-workers were. Although none of that really concerned Charlotte; what concerned Charlotte was if Chelsea Hanler was going to do what she had planned. Chelsea Hanler was a whore, and Charlotte despised her. In the last four years since the end of college, Chelsea had taken ever guy that Charlotte had taken a liking to. And despite her best efforts, Charlotte just couldn't manage to get Chelsea out of her life. Once Charlotte had been employed in her current job and met her cute co-worker, Tom, she thought she was rid of Chelsea. But it seemed life was content on punching Charlotte in her non-existent and otherwise metaphorical junk. For low and behold, Chelsea was later employed at Charlotte's office, and took no time in making Tom's acquaintance. This... displeased Charlotte. In the ensuing months, Charlotte had been plotting as to how to get back at Chelsea in a way that would forever humiliate her. Charlotte had recently got in contact with an old friend of hers from college, Jack, that was working for a local company that specialized in what she would describe as novelty items, although that's not the term that Jack would use. But Jack had gotten his hands on a special item for Charlotte, which the company he worked for just released to the public. And given Chelsea's known habits, it was perfect. Chelsea had a nasty habit of chewing gum throughout the day, and especially before she had sex. It was also apparent that Chelsea was a horny drunk. And given the more than likely scenario that was to occur at the office party, Charlotte thought it best carry out the deed then. With everything ready, Charlotte had to hide her glee and anxiousness in the days before the party, as to not raise any suspicions. As any sort of perceived excitement on Charlotte's part might be considered uncharacteristic for her given the nature of their office parties. None the less, the day of the party came, and Charlotte was more than ready. When Charlotte showed up to the office for the party, she was by no means dressed evocatively. She was wearing what she considered to be casual: black jeans, plain red t-shirt underneath her black sweatshirt, and a Santa hat which did nothing to keep her shoulder length black hair from being tossed about by the frigid winds outside. The same couldn't be said about Chelsea. She was wearing what Charlotte could best describe as a sexy Mrs. Santa costume. It comprised of a red velvet dress that stopped just above her knees with fluffy white fringe along the bottom and along the neck line, a pair of red velvet gloves with the same white fringe around the openings, a pair of thigh-high leather boots complete with white fringe as well, a black leather belt around her middle, and a Santa hat resting upon her flowing blonde mane. This choice of attire didn't surprise Charlotte in the slightest. Shortly after arriving, Charlotte waited until the cost was clear and made her way to Chelsea's unattended purse. Upon looking through it, she found a pack of gum with only one stick left in it. Charlotte quickly removed the last stick and replaced it with one she had brought with her, after which she slipped away without being seen. Thus Charlotte waited for Chelsea to drink enough to act in predictable fashion, all the while trying to avoid her boss's drunken advances. But it wasn't until an hour and a half after the party started that Chelsea finally had enough to drink, and decided to take a tipsy Tom along with her to one of the empty conference rooms, making sure to grab the stick of gum from her purse along the way. Seeing this, Charlotte grabbed a nearly empty bottle of spiced rum and made her way to the conference room right next to the one Chelsea and Tom entered. Once inside, Charlotte quickly closed and locked the door, closed the blinds, and then quickly turned off the lights. Charlotte then felt her way long the wall separating the two rooms, to a hole that the previous janitor had made once he found out what Chelsea was doing after hours. Charlotte looked through the hole to see Tom sitting in a conference chair, while Chelsea teased him by slowly lifting up more and more of her skirt. That's when she saw it: a blue smudge appearing on Chelsea's nose that then spread to the rest of her body. Tom, his head in Chelsea's skirt, was completely oblivious until Chelsea nearly shrieked once she saw her blue arms. Her stomach then proceeded to distend, causing the belt to tighten and Chelsea to freak out more. Charlotte had to keep herself from laughing from what she was seeing. Once free of her belt, Chelsea's entire body began to expand, shredding her dress and leaving her completely naked. Her arms and legs taking on cone-like shapes, Tom helped her get the boots off before they were shredded. Seeing enough, Charlotte left the room and the proceeded to enter the room Chelsea and Tom were in, with the bottle still in her hand. The conference table in the middle of the room had been pushed aside, and a seven-foot tall blueberry Chelsea teetered back and forth while Tom stood dumbstruck. "OH MY GOD! CHELSEA?!" screamed Charlotte, purposefully trying to attract attention. "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!"

Title: Fresh From the Grave: Day 02 Tags: vampire I awaken to a mostly empty bed, it's only occupant is myself of course I did not roll off in my sleep. I sit up and look around, my companion is gone, his name eluding me at the moment, not in the kitchen I walk into the bathroom to find it is likewise empty. Looking at my reflection I find my hair is a mess I pick up the brush glad that little myth is wrong. I giggle as I think of one thing, if one cannot see oneself in the mirror, how does one have good hair. My hair in something of an order, not that my hair can ever really get into order, curly hair tends to dislike order with a passion, I move back into the other room. I notice then that there is a post it note to my monitor giggling at the thought someone left a love note to my monitor I go and pull it off. I sigh when I realize it is a love note of sorts to me. "Hey I had a lot of fun last night and I want to do it again. You wouldn't get up you were sleeping like the dead so I left this note." His name Brian and a phone number are below the little note. Thinking I had better come up with a name for myself, I had been told to not use my birth name I turn the computer on then move to the TV. I get news again, this time talking about the massacre last night then again of a freighter with no crew. When the news moves on to matters I care not about, the traffic report, I move back to the computer. I giggle when there is a new email asking for my name with a link, I click on the link then find a space for my first name appearing on the monitor. After my first name I get a last name choice I choose the best of these, then check what time I am supposed to be at this location, half an hour so I get up and get dressed. Vixandra Jones steps out of her door for the first day of the rest of her unlife, I giggle at the thought. I am hesitant to step out of the shadow of the building into the sunlight until I realize the emails said sunlight is not to be feared and I was sitting directly in it watching TV. Tossing the visions of me bursting into flame and burning into ash away, I step out into the light, tensing a little anyway. The most interesting thing happened to me then, nothing, with a giggle and a spring to my step I head in the direction the Google map told me. A number of men I pass saying hi to me, I great each with a salutations good sir and continue on my way. One of these starts following me, enlisting a couple more that I pass that are like him of Hispanic descent, well at least they are a dirty brown color that you always think of as being Mexican. Thinking perhaps there is something wrong with my attire, I am sure there is not though it never hurts to ask I move behind a store I am passing. I walk behind the dumpster into the shade it is slightly warm today after all and wait for the three men. They look a little lost when they come around the corner looking around, I call them over. "Sorry for hiding like that guys, it's a little on the warm side and I wanted to cool off a little. I am curious, you have been following me for a short spell and I admit to be worried my dress is out of place." I am leaning against the dumpster now, they all three look me up and down and smile. "Your dress is out of place yes, it's on you chica. We are here to remove it and get a little of you." The shorter one tells me with a grin, his voice is very uncouth. "Oh such a little man with big words, tell me do your girlfriends call you tiny or speedy?" I push him away then sidle up with a taller one he is somewhat cute though mostly I just feel like a little snack. "This tall drink of water on the other hand, I'd like to take you elsewhere and drink some of you." The one I'd pushed gets up, oh my very bad I did not mean to push that hard, and pulls out a gun. The one I'm trying to coax someplace private backs away from me, the other taller one backs away as well. "Bitch that's it, get on the ground and spread your legs or get a new hole in you." I feign indecision as he gets closer looking at the ground and him, when he walks close enough I kick his hand with the gun. Self defense training turning into Karate classes pays off finally. The gun scampers away the short man comes for me his fist raised saying a few more things of an unkind nature at me. I put my palm into his nose breaking it with a most satisfying snap. A sweep kick later he is on the ground and I just keep kicking him, he called me very uncouth things and ruined my snack. A police officer pulls into the area behind the store and gets out of his car. "Ma'am, if you please stop kicking him, and speak with me a moment." His voice is a very nice flavor to my ears I kick the short man one more time then walk over with a smile. "Ma'am if you would kindly pull your dress down, your underwear is showing and there's no underwear." "Oh heavens, apologies most sincere good sir." I look down to find my dress has indeed risen to an unseemly height then pull it down. "This uncouth man was following me, there were two more one was nice to look at and gave me a desire for a little snack. This I suppose boy is a better term told me my dress should be on the ground and he was going to help me with it along with I believe the proper term is force himself on me. I returned a different sentiment on his size and pushed him away to better be near the lovely drink of water when he pulled a gun, it is over there now, and threatened me with forced actions again along with an or fill me full of holes I think is the term. I feigned indecision on which I wanted until he walked closer then kicked the gun away. The end result is as you see it, though there really is no need for your assistance, he is well in hand and I really must be moving on I am almost late." "If you have no desire to press charges I can't force you. I'll take him in for medical attention then charge him with possession of a firearm. Did you have a purse with you?" "Oh my no I forgot that, luckily I am not in need of the local coin. Good day to you kind sir." He watches me go with a rather mystified expression, I think of going back and asking him for a snack except he would refuse and give me a card instead. I have a note and a card already so simply continue on. I am really starting to like this knowing what would happen if I try, though perhaps I should try it and make sure it is correct. I look around for a man I could live with myself for offering fun to and being accepted even though my head is saying no on the nice drinks. Sadly there are not that many nice drinks to choose from, finally I find one that my head says no and I would like to get alone for more than a snack. "Excuse me kind sir, salutations and hello's would you be interested in going someplace private for fun, I find I have an itch only a man can scratch." He looks at me and I can tell he is tempted simply by the way his eyes travel up and down me. "I'd like to I would, I am however married. Sorry I do hope you find a man to scratch that itch." His voice is nice, deep and resonating and puts a certain curl in my toes. Curiosity satisfied I thank him and move on, speeding up a little so I am only fashionably late. Feeling weird for going to such a run down warehouse I squeeze through the chained gate. There is no one moving inside the fence, there is however an opening into the warehouse. I follow the path opened to me by this opening inside to find the inside is surprisingly dark. Hearing someone moving around inside I move farther in letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. I am moving around a pile of boxes when it comes to me if I walk past this pile I will get speared in a bad way. I pause for a brief moment to mull over the things I can do before deciding on pulling on a certain box. With said box pulled the entire pile falls over to a curse word of a surprisingly amused nature. "Damn fresh meat, they always just walk past the boxes." A rather dirty man says laughing as he climbs out of the pile. "I am of an assumptive bent at the moment you are the man I was supposed to meet?" "Well damn, don't you talk funny. I am that man yes I am to teach you a few things. Namely of the defending yourself nature, I hope you came up with a name." He says walking closer, he smells poorly with long oily hair and a sort of beard. "I have yes, there are many things to be said for taking a shower. First among them you can stand closer to me, back away you foul smelling man." I have to hold my nose when he gets closer. "Alright you made your point, I'm Jack this is my classroom. If you would kindly follow me I have a shower set up, you fresh meats are all alike lately, I miss the eighteen hundreds a bath was once a blue moon or when you got buried." Jack leads me through the almost falling down warehouse out a door in the back. He pulls a vest then a shirt off, his boots are kicked off then pants. His clothes end up on a metal barrel that has seen better days long ago. He gets under the shower and I have to watch, he has a third leg, it is not enormous but it is a very nice length. A smell still bothering me I walk to his clothes then toss his shirt at him, followed closely by his pants. "Ah hell if you're gonna be that way there should be some soap around here somewhere." I look around for this mythical soap and smile when I find it is not mythical. I go and retrieve it where I had seen myself retrieving it and bring it over to him. "Well now, since I'm doing a getting married cleaning, not to you don't get your panties in a bunch. I suppose I may as well ask you some questions, have you fed and have you found an attraction to people not sexual in nature?" "Yes on the first, a very friendly man I met in a club last night, I also have a card from a bouncing man at the same club. The second not so much, there was a man earlier I wished to snack on, but he was also a very nice drink." Jack looks at me strangely. "Well damn you get around. I have another question, how did you know how to get the boxes to fall on me?" "I saw myself passing the end of the boxes and being speared in a not nice way. I looked around for a different path and came upon the boxes, one pulled sends them falling so I did that." "Well I'll be a monkey's uncle, you can see the future." "Well that would explain the foulness when I entered this domicile, where is this monkey pray telling me?" Jack looks at me then starts laughing, he ends up kneeling trying to catch his breath. "Oh damn, you are a toot of a most likeable nature. One more question before I try and beat you up, do you know how to fight?" "My feet are swift and true. I was taught the ways of Karate before I became a living dead girl." "Well she-it I don't need to do anything for you, which is good we need to figure out who did the massacre in that club across from where you are staying, we had an underling for you waiting in there and he was killed. I suppose maybe your future telling can be a help." Jack leads me back through the warehouse domicile out the opening then through the gate. A car is waiting for us, a good sized convertible with horns on the front bumper. I laugh at the silly ostentation of such a thing as horns on a car as we pull away. "Hey don't laugh it's a good car." Jack says looking over at me as we weave in and out of the traffic. "I am laughing at the horns, cars have horns on the inside not the outside." Jack just groans as we pull into the parking lot of my domicile. He leads me to my door which is locked I don't recall locking it, luckily I have the key tucked into the tiny little pocket of the skirt, really little more than a fold of the cloth. Door unlocked we go in to find a purse of the very small variety inside is an equally small handbag with a driver's license and a bank card. Jack turns my computer on then looks around, he laughs at the love note I was left. "Oh shush, he moved atop me very well and tasted quite good." I have a note on my screen detailing the numbers needed for my bank card. Jack closes the note then asks me what my number was, I tell him twice in all he asked again a little later while we look through the new email detailing what the police have discovered. "Have you looked under your bed?" "No Jack, why would I look under my bed?" I am left rather bemused by the question posed. "Because you have a weapon under your bed, go on get it out." I reach under my bed feel around for a moment then find something to hold on to and pull it out. I giggle at the sword I have pulled out it is not very long perhaps a foot and a half plus the hilt. "Since we might end up having to kill someone, we are just trying to figure out whom or what but they might still be nearby I am going to tell you how. You might laugh at the length, it is however all you need. Being shot doesn't do anything to us living dead as you put it, stakes are likewise pointless. Getting a limb cut off hurts, you can just pick it up and reattach it does that on its own. The one thing that you can't fix, being beheaded, shotguns might work if you get really close first shot to the face." "I take it we do not grow eyes back?" Jack looks at me and smiles. "Nope, so watch shots to the face, we can function after being shot up we do not however regrow so avoid being shot. That includes bullet holes by the way luckily there is a doctor amongst us, he does skin grafts so you are only left with a scar of being shot. Avoid military fights, mines and grenades may not kill us but we are left very screwed up and lucky if we can walk." "Ah yes that was in one of the emails, as I recall it said to do whatever a soldier says, including letting him have his way with me. I can do that if he is a nice drink." "Well in the case of military in a warzone, do everything they say, including letting them do you. Trust me facing grenade launchers and machine guns is a lot worse than some ugly dude fucking you. Now put that sword on and follow me, the club is closed for a few more days." I strap the sword on as Jack leads me out my door, crossing the street is a quick matter, surprisingly light traffic. Jack heads for the alley behind until I grab his arm and point to the front door. He gives me a surprised look then heads for the door, until I grab his arm again, I see inside is a tall man with a very big sword. "Tall man with very big sword inside of this club of death, waiting for someone perhaps us." "Well fuck that would be Kegan he is the law as it were for us. He isn't supposed to be here yet." Jack opens the door and goes in, I follow behind a little nervous. Inside there is indeed the tall man with the big sword, this Kegan fellow. He stands perhaps six and a half feet tall, lots of hands went into making him comes to me and I giggle. Kegan looks at us as I giggle along after Jack who keeps giving me a look of a strange nature. "Ah Jack with the latest fresh meat, in the middle of a giggle fest I suppose." Kegan's voice is odd, rather grainy like there are a lot of shelled nuts tumbling around together. "Oh no sir, there is no fest to my giggles, simply an errant thought. Looking at you I had the thought that a lot of hands went into making you." "She talks funny yes there is a good side, she can see the future why we came in the front door." Jack says stepping a little away from me. Kegan looks from me to Jack then back again and laughs. "Well that is a nice thing to have. Come on Jack make with the looking around and telling me what happened." Jack looks around and walks here and there Kegan walks over to me and puts an arm around me. "Has Jack told you about pregnancy yet?" I have to look up at him way up, I'm not short but compared to him even Jack is short. "Oh my make with the information, I was not alone last night and while he was a good dinner I made friendly in the bed with him." "No worries alive can't make you pregnant, one of us on the other hand can and while it is a nice thought to some it has major problems. Basically, any child of ours will end up being just like the myths about us, well no reflections is still not applicable, but can't go into daylight." "Do not have sex with one of us, some will try and seduce you because you are new and they like to watch the execution." Jack says as he comes over making me wish to wax poetic on the questions, he on the other hand continues waxing. "Now as for here it's a jumble, I can't make out who did the killing at least before they started killing. I can at least say we have a problem, it's definitely one of us, I just don't know who all I get is a face covered in blood." "If they continue to do the massacre's I can find them simply by going by the clubs of soon to be death. Perhaps after the massacre, I find the idea of watching very far into the interesting side of things. Now if you would perhaps allow me to wax poetic on a question, there was mention of an execution, I would like clarifying words on such." I put in before Kegan can say anything. "Anyone found to be pregnant is summarily executed. The father as well though they usually have evidence of being elsewhere. Just pay attention to those visions of yours. Do you have a cell phone?" "Not unless it comes built in to me." I start giggling at the idea. "Ugh Jack take her home and come pick me up, I'll make sure you get a cell phone in the morning. If that was one of us they won't want to feed again for a day or two at least, we can look around tomorrow." Jack ushers me out the door and across the street again, then follows me inside. I go and turn the TV on then flick the computer on as Jack wanders around then picks up my clothes from yesterday, a card falls free. "You should call this guy and get a little dinner, keep in mind you can only feed on the same person once a week and you need to have two a week. More is preferable two is just needed, and remember no killing unless it can not be avoided." Jack is holding out the card to me both of us spinning in place when there is a massacre at a different club. "Jack I am rather in need of a number connector, could it perhaps be that I gain possession of the one you are using so fluently when it no longer serves a purpose?" I ask as Jack pulls out a cell phone, he looks at me confused for a second, then points to a cordless next to my computer. I call the bouncing man, after some difficulty with speaking with him the volume of his abode is quite loud I make him understand I am the cat's demand of the previous evening. I tell him the location of my body, and make it known there are delights galore in wait for him. He promises to be here shortly then cuts his voice free of the confines. Jack is staring at me as I remove my top, there will be no need for clothes in the near future. "Damn, you do more than see the future, you exude sexual desire. I want you and damn if I can't, I'll see if Kegan wants to filly shop." Jack is gone now missed a little his appendage is of a most desirable quality. I remove my skirt and the sword, a little lost on where to put it I finally go and put it on the kitchen counter where I find some papers. I look through the papers to find the first is a contract from the phone company. The second is more interesting, it is a document showing how much I have in the bank feeding to the card in the new purse I was given, along with an amount I will be given every month. At the bottom of this document is an addendum that I need to do the tasks given to me to continue receiving the funds. Any searching for the answer of what those tasks will be dies with a knock at my door. I move with eagerness, I might be a living dead girl sex is however a most welcome happening. I open the door to find my bouncing man and Kegan towering over him from behind. I usher my bouncing man inside then assure him Kegan is not my delight for the night before going outside with Kegan. "Sorry to interrupt your dinner, I want to ask if we will find anything if we go searching tonight." I give Kegan a dirty look, his face stays in the resolute firmness making me wonder if he ever does any other face. I ponder going out and looking for the massacre creator and just come up empty even when Kegan starts mentioning clubs. "Not a thing is appearing in my noggin, apologies most sincere. Before I go for my fun and drink, I wish to ask of thee if you are capable of the upturned lips. I am becoming of the opinion that your lips have frozen in the face of mad." Kegan gives me a smile getting me to return in kind, Jack comes over asking if they can go filly hunting. I wonder for a moment on why he wishes to find horses then dismiss it and head back inside. I find my bouncing man watching the boob tube a rather apt term for it he is watching a show with lots of bouncing boobs. I decide to give him my bouncing boobs to watch, a thing he welcomes with a smile as I undo his pants pull him out and stroke him erect. After pulling his rear to the edge of the sofa I move atop him and rub my cunt up and down the length of him. I smile at the feel of his erect cock rubbing along my most sensitive area, he smiles at the feel of me on his cock. I reach down after rubbing along him a few times, move higher, position his cock to meet my entrance and sink down him. I bounce on him in a fast manner, my sole intention on getting him to reach an orgasm and bathe my insides with his fluids. His hands come up to my breasts giving me more pleasure than just his member inside of me. I keep bouncing on him moaning a little now, this is really feeling good. I find myself nearing an orgasm with his cock shoving aside my insides then retreating to do it again, his hands on my breasts and the look on his face as I bounce. Sadly he reaches orgasm before mine has formed, he groans out as his cock swells a little inside of me then I feel the warmth of him. He pulls me closer to him as he starts to move a little under me getting the last of his warmth into me. I get off his lap and recline next to him happy with the pleasure I was given, no screaming mountain of pleasure for me, I very enjoyed giving him one. "Hopes are high you can perform thusly yet another time before sleep befalls." "I can do that again yes, I think food is in order first. I checked your fridge is empty, pizza sound good to you?" He is looking at me with a smile. "I am not of the eating thoughts if you are of such thoughts then I can think of no better than what you desire. I will offer up my plastic fount of coin for your sustenance." "Well now, an eager woman for sex and will buy dinner. I will accept your offer. I guess I may as well use your phone to call and order." He gets up and does something with his phone before inputting numbers in my phone. He orders up a pizza while I get my purse and pull out the plastic in question, while he is saying the numbers he gives me an odd look then shows me the unsigned white part of the rear of the phone. Spying a pen on the desk I don't recall ever being in possession of I take and sign the card. With him returned to the sofa I turn on my computer eventually finding I have new messages. The first of these messages is phone numbers I need to know, Kegan and Jack being the first ones along with another name. Wondering who this Charles is I move on to the second message. This message is of more pressing concerns, it is about a cell phone, I have a link to pick the phone and style. Finally I settle on one promising to have music and internet access in a nice blood red and pink metallic camouflage pattern. There is a knock at the door I get it the bouncing man tries to get it, he stands up to fasten his pants, then stops as I wave at him on my way to the door. On the other side of the door is a tall man, perhaps as little as nineteen years behind him, I look him up and down and tell him to come by tomorrow late with a smile. He stammers out a few things as I collect the pizza then put my mark to a slip of paper with another piece behind it. A piece of paper collected I shut the door after giving him a very nice kiss. My bouncing man is already eating pizza on the sofa I pause to think I should get a dirt eating machine then join him on the sofa. We watch TV together, a strange show that makes me a little hungry showing blood all the time. Twice he offers me the pizza, I decline the second time the thought comes to me I should ask Jack and Kegan tomorrow if I can eat regular food. With the pizza remains safely ensconced in the once empty cold storage machine we retire to the bed. With my dinner of the night fed and rested the fun is to happen, I find I am still rather excited from the last time as he crawls atop me his clothes now on the floor. I watch his cock bounce as he moves atop me, I reach down and guide it to the place I want it. He groans as he slides it inside of me, I give him an answering moan as my insides part for him. I can feel the ridges as they move deeper inside of me, he is a good sized man and I find this is a glad thing. When he starts to move I rut right back at him, wanting his movements increased with my own. In short order he is pounding at my happy little pussy, forcing my rear quarters into the mattress of the bed with each shove. I am happily returning his shoves with shoves of my own, leading to a toe clenching moaning release of my excitement. His own release of excitement with the raising of head to crow out his delight when he begins to unleash his warmth into me has me rising up to feed. I have to moan at the release of both of his fluids into me, his blood tastes good and his man juices feel good. I lick up the extra blood on his neck when I have had my fill before he rolls off me and starts to fall asleep. I look around thinking on things I need done and realize I need nothing, except perhaps a shower. I look at him he is out like a drunk after last call so climb over him to the floor. After my shower I brush my hair then sit at my computer to search for clubs in the city only to realize no printer. Promising myself to call Jack tomorrow and do shopping before we go club hopping for the massacre creator I climb into bed.

Title: Fraternization Tags: blow job, fingering, germany, military, public, oral sex \* Author's note: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real people is unintentional and purely coincidental. \*\*\*\*\* The Boeing 737 touched down on the tarmac with a bounce. Staff Sergeant Thomas Baird leaned forward in his seat with the sudden deceleration and slid the cover up on his window, looking with bleary eyes at the green fields surrounding the runway. The intercom chimed and the flight attendant's voice came across, saying, "Wilcommen in Deutschland, wo die Ortszeit halb elf ist." She repeated herself in English, "Welcome to Germany, where the local time is ten-thirty in the morning." Tom stretched and yawned; it had been a long, red-eye flight. Tired as he was, he could not help smiling as the feeling of excitement tingled down his spine. He had finally made it back to Germany! Tom's first taste of Deutschland had come during a week of R&R in between deployments in Iraq and Afghanistan. It had been a glorious time, the fresh green of Germany in May contrasting sharply with the rocks and sand of Kuwait, and Tom and his fellow Airmen had thoroughly enjoyed themselves. He had sworn he would be back one day, and after a year-long remote tour to Korea in order to get a base-of-preference assignment, his dream had finally come true. The plane taxied up to the passenger ramp and everyone scrambled to their feet as the Fasten sign dinged off. Tom waited until the majority had cleared out, preferring to take his time rather than be caught up in the rush. Stuffing the flannel sheet he used for a blanket into his pillow's case, he stood and retrieved his black backpack from the overhead bin and used the straps to cinch his makeshift bedroll to the side. He had travelled enough to learn the importance of being comfortable and being able to catch a nap whenever he could. Tom deplaned and was relieved to see that the airport signs were in both German and English. His previous visit had been in and out on a C-17, so it was his first time coming through the civilian airport at Frankfurt. He retrieved his duffle bag and a green, military A-bag from the baggage carrousel and cleared Customs without any difficulty. They had been seeing American GI's come and go since the 1940s, and Tim was just another clean-cut face in the crowd. After a bit of wandering and stopping several times to ask directions, Tom found his way to the USO office in the next terminal over. Sitting at the front desk was an attractive, older lady wearing a red blouse, her gray hair pinned up smartly. "Good morning, ma'am," Tom greeted her, hoping she spoke English. After his last year, it was throwing him for a loop to be surrounded by people who looked like him but did not speak the same language; in Korea, if you saw a white, black or Hispanic face they were almost guaranteed to be American. "Good morning," the lady, Sandra, according to her nametag, replied. No trace of a German accent. Her prim and proper appearance and bearing suggested an officer's wife, and Tom guessed her husband had retired in Germany and she volunteered at the USO in her spare time. He made this assessment as she continued, "Are you just getting in or heading out?" "Just landed, ma'am," said Tom. "Welcome to Germany, then!" She flashed him a smile. "May I please see your ID card while you sign in?" She indicated a log book. Tom handed over his military ID and filled out the log. "Under 'unit,' should I put where I'm coming from or where I'm going to?" he asked. "You gaining, unit, please," Sandra instructed. Tom filled in 52d Security Forces Squadron. Tom asked, "Could you tell me the best way to get to Spangdahlem Airbase? I read something about a shuttle bus, but I don't know the details." Normally, when an Air Force member transferred to a new base as a Permanent Change of Station, or PCS, move, the gaining unit assigned them a sponsor. The sponsor was typically a coworker who would look after the new guy, arrange transportation, answer any questions, and generally assist with the transition. Tom did not have a sponsor, at least not to his knowledge. Maybe one had been assigned to him but he had left Korea a month before and been on leave in the states, so he had not had access to his government email. Consequently, he was on his own, which did not particularly bother him. Half the adventure was figuring things out for himself. "You can sign up for the White Swan Shuttle right here," Sandra told him, handing him a clipboard along with his ID card. "It is scheduled to depart at noon and makes stops at Wiesbaden, Ramstein, Vogelweh, Baumholder and Spangdahlem." Tom saw that the cost was $35, which seemed like a pretty good deal. Spangdahlem was two hours from the airport by car, probably longer by a slower van. "You're welcome to hang out here or go explore if you're tired to sitting. We have a baggage storage room off to the side," she indicated a doorway to her right, "if you don't want to carry your belongings around with you. Also, help yourself to any snacks or reading materials." "Thanks!" Tom beamed at her and lugged his gear into the side room. There were a few other military bags and a couple regular suitcases, so he piled all his bags in a corner with his backpack on top to mark his stash. Walking to the main common area, he saw that there was a table with some muffins, streusel, granola bars and a bowl of apples in the corner. Several couches and a few chairs surrounded a large TV where three young men were playing Xbox, in the middle of a heated round of the latest Call of Duty installment. Virtual explosions and real cuss words filled the air as Tom observed them. Late teens, early twenties, hair cut high and tight, the sides shaved almost smooth with a distinct edge around the relatively longer (quarter inch) hair on top. Not fit enough to be Marines, thought Tom, so they must be Soldiers. Sailors and Airmen would both have had faded transitions to their haircuts. Tom grabbed a muffin and settled in to a chair to watch. As the match ended, one of the soldiers proffered the extra controller in Tom's direction. "Hey man, you wanna play? We could use a fourth." Tom shrugged. "Sure, I'll giver 'er a go." He joined in and the next match started. It was a Deathmatch, every man for himself, and it did not take long before the air turned blue again. The final scores showed that Tom had racked up more than double any one of his opponents. "What the fuck!" the first soldier said, shaking his head. "What are you, some kind of virtual Spec Ops Delta Force motherfucker?" Tom laughed. "No, just an Air Force cop." "Oh, hell no," the second soldier chimed in. Turning to his companion he said, "See, Santiago, this is why they're called the Chair Force. Cus they sit around playing video games all day." "Fair enough," Tom said with an easy laugh. "Alright," Santiago said, "Let's go again, but this time with the three of us against you." "Whatever you think will help," Tom shrugged cockily. The match started and the three soldiers did their best to communicate and work as a team. It helped a bit, and the final scores were not nearly as lopsided, but in the end they went down in defeat. "Good game," Santiago stuck out his hand begrudgingly. "Thanks, you too," Tom said as they shook. "I'm Santiago," Santiago said, "This big black son of a bitch is Burns," he indicated the African-American soldier to his right who had made the Chair Force comment, "and this ugly, hajji-looking motherfucker is Kardouni," he pointed to his other friend, who appeared middle eastern. "Fuck you, you racist prick," Kardouni said with a smile. "What? I can't be racist! I'm a minority just like you," Santiago protested. "Nah, you're still racist," Burns said. Everyone laughed. While their rhetoric may have given Social Justice Warriors heartburn, they were real warriors (without any modifiers) who had learned to laugh at the pettiness of identity politics and politically correct outrage. The only colors that mattered in their world were red, white and blue. "Don't feel too bad about getting your asses handed to you by an Airman," Cole said, "I just spent a year at a remote assignment with nothing much else to do other than play Call of Duty." "We don't feel bad," Burns protested. "You may be a Chair Force ranger, but you wouldn't stand a chance against us on a real battlefield." Santiago and Kardouni echoed his sentiments with loud, "Hua"s. "Yeah, you're probably right," Tom said humbly. "I wouldn't be too sure of that, boys," a female's voice spoke up behind them. The four men turned to see a beautiful woman in her mid twenties sitting easily in a comfy chair. Her auburn hair fell in loose curls over her shoulders, framing her pixie face with green eyes and a light smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Their eyes drifted down to the green spaghetti strap top that stretched tightly across her ample bosom and flat stomach. She was wearing red, flannel pants that looked soft to the touch. Looking at her, Tom was reminded of Christmas. The three soldiers gawked at the beautiful girl and she said, "What? All I'm saying is that I can personally attest to the fact that Airman Baird knows his way around a rifle. I wouldn't be here today if he didn't." The soldiers looked back at Tom, a mixture of respect and envy in their eyes. "What's the story, Chair Force?" Santiago asked. Tom waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing much. I just helped bail the LT here out of a tight spot a while back." He turned back to the woman. "It's good to see you again, ma'am. Boys, this is Lieutenant Hodgekins. Lieutenant, this is Santiago, Burns and Kardouni," Tom said, introducing everyone. Vanessa Hodgekins appeared about to say something more, but bit her tongue and let it pass, instead simply saying, "Pleased to meet you all." "You wanna join us, ma'am?" Kardouni asked, scooting over hopefully to make room for her on the couch. Vanessa flashed him an apologetic smile and said, "Thank you, but I am actually about to go try to find some food. I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. Would you like to come with me and catch up, Airman Baird?" The lack of an invitation was not lost on the three soldiers, who watched enviously as their newfound hero left them and his controller behind without a backwards glance. Tom and Vanessa explored the terminal, settling on a little café with some pastries and coffee. "Even the airport food is good in Europe," Vanessa sighed around a mouthful of delicious, buttery carbohydrates. "So much better than Korea," Tom agreed. "And I bet if you got meat from a street vendor, it wouldn't even be something that had squeaked when it died." "Hey, don't knock the rat-on-a-stick," Tom admonished. "That trusted staple has helped many a GI keep his soju down long enough to get back on base before curfew." Tom had worked Town Patrol in Korea, walking the tight streets and alleyways, responding to bar fights and making sure all the Americans were back on base by midnight. He was well familiar with the little food carts selling hunks of roasted meat on skewers to inebriated servicemen. Supposedly it was chicken, but Tom had never seen chicken meat that dark. Vanessa laughed and raised a forkful of German pastry in salute. "Here's to schnitzel, strudel and regulated alcohol percentages!" "To Germany!" Tom replied, raising his coffee cup in a toast. The two of them fell to talking about what they were both doing there, and Tom was pleased, yet a little disappointed, to learn that Vanessa was stationed at Ramstein, a base an hour or two to the south of his own, depending on how fast you drove. They finished up and Tom checked his watch; they still had almost an hour before their shuttle departed. "You want to head back to the USO, or go for a walk or something?" he asked. "Let's go explore," Vanessa said. The two of them set off together, heading outside and meandering slowly down the sidewalk as cars rushed by. They walked in silence for a bit before she said, "You know, I never properly thanked you." "For what?" Tom asked. "For Afghanistan." Tom shrugged. "No biggie. Just doing my job." Vanessa looked at him, taking in the short, blonde hair, the square jaw and broad shoulders, trying to see if he was just being modest. She stopped and he came to a halt a moment later, turning back to see what was wrong. She looked into his sky blue eyes and could not help remembering the first time she had seen them, smoke and dust filling the air, peering down at her as bullets snapped above them. "That wasn't just your job," she said softly. "You came back for me when you didn't have to. And I never thanked you. So," she gently gripped his shoulders and, standing on her tip-toes, she kissed his cheek before murmuring, "thank you." The crimson blush on his cheeks made it look as if the shade of her lips had rubbed off on him, but whether he was embarrassed by the thanks or the kiss, she could not tell. "I'll, uh, have to make it a habit to rescue more damsels in distress, ma'am," Tom joked. "Well, I was certainly in distress, but I don't know how much of a damsel I am," Vanessa said with a coy smirk. Tom raised an eyebrow and put on his best 1930s gangster voice, saying, "If ya ain't a damsel, yer certainly a dame. Or perhaps a dish, or maybe even a doll." Vanessa laughed again and said, "And you're a dork. C'mon, we'd better get back to the USO. I'd hate for them to leave without us." She took his arm and they walked back together, Tom soaking up the sensation of her soft, warm breast pressed against his tricep and Vanessa enjoying the feeling of solidity and security she felt being beside him. Ever since that day when he had appeared as if by magic at her side, standing over her as she crouched by the tire of her blown-up humvee, he had filled the place in her mind of the personification of masculine protectors. Her fingers stealthily probed the muscles in his arm and she felt a slight thrill shoot through her, knowing she would fantasize about those arms the next time she was enjoying an intimate session alone. They returned in time to grab their bags and load them up into the back of a white, fifteen-passenger van. The three soldiers would join them for the first leg of their trip to Wiesbaden, which was just half an hour or so up the road. Tom climbed in back since he would be the last one out and, to his happy surprise, Vanessa forwent the front passenger seat where she would normally sit, given her rank, in order to climb in the back with him. The back bench-seat was made for four people, and Tom placed his backpack between himself and the left window as an excuse to sit more in the middle, closer to Vanessa. She did not seem to mind, sliding right up against him in order to make room for her own backpack against the right side. The soldiers sat in the seats ahead of them, and their white-haired driver pulled away from the curb once everyone was buckled. It had been a long flight and a longer night, and Tom had intended to get caught up on some sleep during the three-hour drive, but the heat radiating off the body of the beautiful lieutenant sitting beside him had him wide awake, nerves tingling. Her thigh was pressed against his own, and he was fairly certain that, even with her backpack on the seat, she must have had plenty of room on the other side. Ok, he thought, so that means she's definitely doing this on purpose. As if to confirm his suspicions, Vanessa gave a little wiggle and snuggled herself against his arm. With a yawn she laid her head on his shoulder. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked. "I'm so sleepy." "Not at all," he replied gallantly. As they drove down the autobahn, Tom did his best to appear nonchalant when Santiago turned around to say something to Kardouni and caught a glimpse of Vanessa's red hair nestled on Tom's shoulder. The Hispanic soldier merely raised an eyebrow and gave Tom a quick thumbs-up, which Tom ignored. What he could not ignore, however, was the feel of the woman pressed against him. Sleeping while sitting up, nestled against someone, is never as comfortable in real life as it looks in the movies, but Vanessa was giving it her best shot. She had slipped her left shoulder behind Tom's, wrapping her left arm around his right, her right hand resting on his shoulder, almost as a sort of a pillow or prop to keep her head from falling forward. The result was that her breasts, her large, firm, yet somehow still soft, breasts, clad only in a tank top with built-in cups (as far as Tom could tell from the lack of bra straps) were pressed against his arm. Her left breast was squished against him, supple flesh pushed up and out, with her right breast pushed by her right arm, creating a delightful amount of cleavage. The fabric was stretched tight over her swelling mounds and, as the ride continued Tom snuck surreptitious glances down at the fiery angel dozing beside him. Soon her breathing became deeper and more even and he grew bolder in his peeks. The air conditioning was doing its job well, and before long Tom could see that the built-in cups were insufficient to the task of hiding Vanessa's built-in temperature gauges. Tom cursed the Army when they arrived at Wiesbaden and the gate guard asked to see everyone's IDs. Vanessa woke and handed up her Common Access Card, or CAC, and before long the soldiers were being dropped in front of their unit headquarters. "Good to meet you guys," Tom said, shaking hands with all of them. "Have a good drive," Santiago said with a wink. "Thanks. Next time you're stuck out on the field eating MRE's, think of me. I'll be the guy in the comfy chair with a steak, baked potato and a beer." Everyone laughed. "Fuckin' Chair Force," Kardouni swore good-naturedly. "I don't know if it'll be steak, but it looks like you'll be eating something," Santiago said, low enough for only the guys to hear, glancing meaningfully at Vanessa who was several paces away, talking to their driver. His comment was met with more laughs and a couple of "hua"s, and Kardouni repeated, this time in a congratulatory tone, "Fuckin' Chair Force!" Vanessa and the driver turned to see what the uproar was about and caught Tom blushing bright red. "Get your gear and get out of here," he said, pushing them towards the back of the van and helping them get their bags out. "I've still got a long ride before I get to my base." "Yeah you do!" Burns said, prompting more snickering. With the soldiers safely delivered, Tom and Vanessa climbed back into the van. He half expected her to pick a different seat, now that there were three empty rows ahead of him, but she stayed right beside him, settling in close once again. Their driver caught Tom's eye in the rearview mirror and pointedly reached out and tilted the mirror up, obscuring his view of the rear of his van. "You kids mind if I put on some music?" he asked his two passengers. Vanessa and Tom had no objections, and soon the sounds of the 1960s wafted back over the noise of the road. "I was talking to our driver while you guys were unloading," Vanessa said. "He's retired Air Force. Got stationed here after Vietnam and never left." "Nice," Tom said. "I can see why." The green countryside and fertile fields whizzed past as they flew down the autobahn. Little villages were nestled down in the valleys with tall church spires rising up towards the blue sky. "It's beautiful," Vanessa said softly, looking out the window. "I'll say," Tom agreed, adding, "Germany looks nice, too." Vanessa giggled and turned back towards him. "Now, where were we?" she asked as she nestled back into his side. This time, Tom felt bold enough to lift his arm and put it around her shoulders. She snuggled in close and put her head against his chest. He traced his fingers over the smooth skin of her right arm and her hand rested against his stomach. She settled down again and Tom assumed she was falling back asleep. He thought about trying to catch forty winks himself, but she felt too good against him and he did not want to miss a moment. Better to stay awake anyway and get over the jet lag as soon as possible, he told himself. The van hit a slight bump, and Vanessa's hand slipped down, landing in his lap. Tom froze. The feel of her body, her silky smooth skin and the intoxicating smell of her shampoo just under his nose had not been without effect. The hard lump in his pants had been at a modified parade rest ever since they had sat down, and now his junior member sprang to attention under the officer's hand. Tom waited a moment, not sure if she had noticed or if she was truly asleep. Just as he decided on the latter and was about to gingerly pick up her wrist and move her off of his manhood, her fingers twitched. \*\*\* Vanessa had been trying to fall back asleep, the rhythm of the road and her sleepless flight lulling her into a state of semi-consciousness, but she was struggling with excitement of her own. Ever since they had walked back to the USO together, her sensitive boob pressed against Airman Baird's arm, she had felt a familiar glow between her legs. The sensation had only increased during their brief drive to Wiesbaden, and when she had dismount the vehicle she detected a distinctly damp coolness where her panties should have been warm and dry. When they climbed out of the van to drop of the soldiers, Vanessa had told herself that she needed to sit up front. She would be the next one out, after all, so it only made sense. Besides, she was an officer and he was enlisted. The Uniform Code of Military Justice made it very clear that relationships between officers and enlisted personnel were strictly forbidden. Not merely forbidden, she reminded herself, literally illegal. She had let things go far enough. She would sit up front. As the soldiers shouldered their packs and walked away, Tom climbed up into the van in front of her. Vanessa's eyes locked onto his ass as the fabric of his jeans stretched tight across his muscular thighs and his arms rippled when he pulled himself inside. He wasn't extremely jacked like a body builder or anything, but he had a lean, solid physique that suggested he could not only lift heavy objects, but run with them over his shoulders. She knew firsthand how it felt to be one of those objects, bullets snapping all around as his boots pounded sand. When the nightmares came, she focused on the memory of those arms, forcing the dream into something more pleasant, thinking of them wrapped around her while his thighs flexed as he pounded something different. Now, unexpectedly, here they were, right in front of her! With an inaudible whimper, she climbed in behind him, all thoughts of sitting up front forgotten. Vanessa sat next to Tom in silence as they pulled off post, pretending to be interested in the scenery as their driver put on the tunes. She knew what she wanted, but was still struggling with herself when Tom made his joke about the beautiful scenery. It was just the encouragement she needed. He's into you, too! her mind practically screamed, doing a little mental victory dance. She snuggled in close, laying her head on his shoulder and pretending to fall asleep. Her had rested on his hard stomach, hesitating to make the final move further south. She waited for a bump in the road to give her an excuse, planning to use enhanced impact that would come from sitting in the back of the van to her advantage. She would let her hand fall into his lap "on accident" while she feigned sleep and see what his reaction was. If he moved her away, she would back off. If not, then she would take it as permission to carry on. As time stretched on, she began to silently curse the smoothness of the German roads. Just as she was giving up hope, they crossed a bridge and the expansion gap gave her the jostle she had been waiting for. As her hand fell into Airman Baird's lap, she was surprised and pleased to feel the hard lump waiting for her. It even twitched and grew! After a few moments it appeared that Baird was content to leave her hand in place. Vanessa's heart raced. She could still back out, still pretend that it had been an unconscious accident. This isn't all about you, though, she rationalized. You're just saying "thank you" in the way he will most appreciate. It would be ungrateful of you not to follow through with this. Choosing not to question her motivations too hard, she decided to go with that train of thought. Swallowing hard, she flexed her fingers, feeling the outline of the hard cock through the airman's pants. \*\*\* Tom sat immobile in stunned silence as his lieutenant, as he always thought of her, traced the outline of his erection. She did not look up at him, her head still nestled against his chest, the motion of her hand the only indication that she was not alseep. On the third, seemingly hesitant, pass, he resumed thinking, his mind racing as he considered his next move. Don't just sit there like an idiot! You gotta do something to encourage her, to let her know that you're ok with this! He briefly considered unfastening his jeans and sliding them down, but discarded the notion as too presumptive. Who knew how far she was really wanting to take things? Instead, he settled for gentling stroking the skin on her arm in what he hoped was an encouraging, reciprocal gesture. As his fingers caressed her shoulder and bicep, he felt her shiver, but whether in fear or anticipation he could not tell. His own fears were allayed, however, when she squeezed his dick firmly, causing him to gasp slightly. She took his gasp as encouragement and squeezed him again and his rock hard cock made room for a little extra blood, swelling almost painfully. Tom was disappointed when she let go, but his disappointment did not last long when she tugged at his belt, popping the tongue out and loosing the tension in a practiced movement. Vanessa's fingers fumbled with the button for a moment and Tom considered helping her, but it slipped out after a brief resistance and she slid the zipper down slowly. The lieutenant slipped her fingers inside the waistband of his underwear, and Tom regretted having settled for a pair of plain, standard-issue white briefs. Vanessa did not seem to mind, however, as her small hand wrapped around the thick shaft, the tip already wet with pre-cum. Vanessa squeezed and slid her thumb over his slit, spreading the leaking liquid around the head before experimentally sliding her hand up and down his cock a few times. Tom's right hand became bolder and his tracing fingers increased their area of operations to include her collarbone and upper chest, making ever-expanding probes in an attempt to take the high ground to the south. Vanessa did not seem to mind, and she twisted slightly while bringing her right arm under her breast, giving him better access and lifting the ample flesh up towards his advancing digits. Tom needed no further encouragement and sent out a strike team, sliding under her shirt and taking firm hold of the target. Vanessa let go of his dick and Tom worried that he had gone too far when she grasped the top of his pants and underwear and attempted to tug them down. Tom lifted his hips off the seat and assisted her with his left hand, not wanting to give up the ground so recently gained by his right, and soon his jeans and briefs were pooled around his ankles, his bare ass sticking slightly to the vinyl seat. As his drawers slid down, his cock had been trapped and pulled down before popping free, slapping back against his stomach when finally released. Vanessa froze and Tom had glanced forward hurriedly, worried that the sound had reached their driver four seats ahead. If it had, the old man gave no indication and Tom breathed a sign of relief, thankful for the music covering their lack of noise-discipline. Tom's attention was pulled away from their driver as a sudden warm wetness enveloped his dick. Vanessa took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his spongy head. Tom tried to remain expressionless, just in case their driver turned around, and he was grateful that the rear view mirror had been tilted away. Had the old man known that he would need the privacy? Maybe he had put two and two together when Vanessa had joined him in the backseat and had just taken precautions. Either way, Tom mentally saluted the old veteran and decided not to worry about him any more. He may have been retired, but he was still a good wingman. Tom's attention was drawn back to the heavenly activities taking place at his nether regions as Vanessa sucked him deep, burying her nose in his pubes. He was glad that he had recently trimmed things up down there, but worried that she might not find things are fresh as they could have been after the long flight. He felt his cock slide down her throat and she bobbed there a few times before surfacing for air, not seeming to find anything objectionable. Indeed, he did not know it, but the musky, male scent had only heightened her arousal. His right hand was massaging the officer's right tit, gently rolling her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her auburn hair spilled around his lap, obscuring his view of what she was doing, but Tom figured that was for the best. He intended to try and make this last as long as he could, and adding visual stimulation to the already-exciting physical sensations would have quickly pushed him over the top. Tom felt a momentary pang of regret as Vanessa rotated, propping herself up on her elbows and twisting her boob out of his grasp. She struggled to fit onto the seat next to him, and Tom graciously slid over, tossing his backpack over the seat in front of him. Vanessa scooched with him, never taking his dick out of her mouth, and lay with her stomach against the seat, her feet up slightly against the right side of the van. Tom rested his right hand on her back while his left hand gently slid through her hair, not pushing her down onto his dick, but just letting her know that he approved of her bobbing motions. Vanessa felt the heat growing between her own legs and squirmed slightly, squeezing her thighs together and trying to push her mound against the seat cushion. Tom noticed the movement and ran his hand down her back, sliding under her own waistband. He felt the smooth silk of her panties and withdrew to reattempt entry, this time ducking under both layers and caressing the smooth skin of her ass. She wiggled in appreciation and lifted her hips, pressing her firm buttocks against his hand. He squeezed her and was rewarded with another deep-throating of his spit-slicked rod. He squeezed first the right cheek, then the left, and then placed his hand over both and began to massage. He almost blew his load right then and there as Vanessa hummed in appreciation, but managed to hold his fire and focus on what his hand was doing, distracting himself as best he could from the attentions of her talented mouth. As he kneaded the firm flesh of his superior's posterior, his middle finger worked its way between her cheeks. The lieutenant spread her legs apart, inviting him deeper in, and he felt her shiver again as he tickled her asshole. Leaning slightly to his right, Tom stretched a bit farther and slipped his finger down between the clefts of her labia. Her pussy was soaking wet, and with just the slightest pressure he was inside her. Vanessa whimpered, lips still wrapped around his cock. He did not press too far, instead just moistening the tip of his finger before pulling out and reaching further still, spreading the lubrication up her slit and circling her clit. Vanessa pressed her pussy against his hand, encouraging the contact. Tom fell into a rhythm, circling, sliding, dipping, repeating, matching speed with the beautiful woman's bobbing head. Vanessa's neck began to grow tired so she decided it was time to go for the prize and picked up the pace. She reached between his legs, gently fondling her airman's balls, coaxing them to supply the ammunition needed, encouraging him to open fire. Tom squeezed her pussy harder, pressing delightfully against her clit and Vanessa let out a soft moan, nodding her head in encouragement. Tom got the message and concentrated on her clit as her hips began to buck, pushing against his hand. On a whim he slipped his thumb down, pushing inside her, rubbing the front of her vaginal wall and producing a deep, humming moan of approval from Vanessa. She plunged down hard, taking Tom to the base of his cock as her throat vibrated around him, pushing him over the edge. He felt his balls tighten and knew that he could delay the inevitable no longer. Tapping her twice lightly on the top of her head, as if indicating to a gunner that he was loaded and ready to fire, he whispered, "Fire in the hole!" Vanessa pulled up but not off, bobbing quickly up and down on the head of his cock, popping her lips over the rim and hitting all the right nerve endings. Tom's groin clenched and tightened, his rod standing at attention for its inspecting officer as the first hot gush of cum erupted into her waiting mouth. Vanessa kept her lips sealed around the muzzle of his gun as he squeezed off six rounds and finally ceased fire, his cock twitching and dry-firing slightly. As Tom's head cleared, he remembered his task and set to work fiddling furiously with the wet, hot pussy in his right hand just as Vanessa popped off of his spent cock and swallowed the load he had given her. The taste of his cum and the sluttiness of drinking his seed, combined with the sudden resumption of the two-pronged assault on her clit and g-spot, brought her own orgasm to fruition. She buried her face against the area just above Tom's penis, pressing against his stomach to stifle her cry of pleasure. Her thighs squeezed Tom's hand as her entire body went ridged and he kept a steady pressure against her clit while his thumb pulsated inside her spasming pussy. As he felt her relax and take in a ragged breath, he gentle eased out of her, not wanting to irritate her overly-sensitive nerves. Vanessa sighed and rolled over on her back, her head in his lap, smiling shyly up at him. It was the first time they had locked eyes since their activities had begun, and she was uncertain what he was thinking. From the happy, contented look on his face she was reassured that he had no qualms about the liberties she had taken. Don't be ridiculous, she scolded herself. He took just as many liberties as you did. She glanced meaningfully towards the front of the van, her unspoken question about whether the driver had given any indication that he was aware of what they had been up to. Tom pursed his lips and gave a slight shake of his head, much to the lieutenant's relief. "You good?" Tom asked softly. She nodded and smiled again, nestling her head into his lap. His bare cock, now standing at ease, lay against her head, nestled in her hair. Vanessa seemed in no hurry to put it away, and Tom was not about to ask her to get up. She yawned and whispered, "So sleepy." "Take a nap," Tom offered. "I'll wake you when we get there." Vanessa closed her eyes. Tom stroked her head gently with his left hand, enjoying the softness of her hair. "That feels nice," she murmured, followed by a approving "mmm-hmm" when his fingertips applied a little more pressure, massaging her scalp. His right hand was resting on her stomach, no longer on her pussy but reluctant to stop touching her altogether. Vanessa felt the same way and took his wrist, directing his hand to her breasts. Tom slipped his hand under her top once again and she held him there, letting him feel her heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. She gave a final yawn and drifted off to sleep, pushing any thoughts or worries about the future aside. Time enough to deal with those later, for now she had an hour of post-orgasmic bliss with nothing to do but rest securely with the man she had fantasized about ever since he had rescued her from that dusty, smoky roadside in the mountains of Afghanistan. \*\*\* Tom contentedly half-dozed as the van rolled through the German countryside. Vanessa slept with her head in his lap and he was tempted to sleep himself, but he had promised to wake her in time and he knew he would need a moment to pull up his pants before they hit Ramstein's front gate. Plus, he did not want to miss a moment of feeling her lay against his cock while his hand held the soft mound of her left boob. Breast? Tit? He dreamily considered the best word for them. He liked "breast." It was respectful, formal, a fitting word for an officer's funbags. No, he laughed to himself, definitely not "funbags." Boob sounds too childish, tit sounds too crass. Save that for talking dirty. His hand, he decided, was resting on her breast. The jet lag and recent blowjob combined to lull him into a happy stupor, though he restrained the urge to squeeze and play with her breasts, not wanting to wake her. Still, just touching one had a stimulating effect and soon his dick was hard again, pressing warmly against the top of her head. All too soon they pulled off the autobahn, blue signs indicating the way to Ramstein Airbase. Tom used it as an excuse to squeeze his lieutenant's breast gently, giving her a small shake. "We're almost here, ma'am," he said. Vanessa came to, wondering briefly about his use of "ma'am." Was he trying to reestablish the formality of their relative positions, or was it just force of habit? Tom gave her nipple one last tweak as he reluctantly slid his hand out from under her shirt, so she figured it was probably just force of habit. She sat up into a sitting position, running her fingers through her thoroughly-mussed hair; scalp massages may feel great, but they were not exactly conducive to keeping one's 'do in place. Tom reached down, pulling his jeans and underwear up. As he lifted his butt off the seat, Vanessa cast an appreciative glance at his erect cock just before he uncomfortably stuffed it away. "Sad," she said wistfully. Tom caught her eye and they both laughed. "Help yourself anytime," he said, trying to play it cool. "Maybe I will," she said with a wink. "Though not as much as I'd like," she added sadly. "Why'd you have to get orders to Spangdahlem?" "I just requested Germany and that's what they gave me," Tom said apologetically. They approached the main gate and Vanessa grabbed Tom's ID card before crawling forward to give it and hers to the driver. The gate guard examine all three IDs, M9 on his hip and beret slanted at a jaunty angle as he glanced through the window to ensure the pictures matched the occupants. He handed the cards back to the driver and offered Vanessa a salute which she returned, leaning forward over the seatback and giving the lucky gate guard a quick view down the front of her top. She had a soft spot for Security Forces troops and made a habit out of brightening their days whenever she could. She settled back in her seat and handed Tom back his ID card as the van continued on towards the long-term parking area where Vanessa had left her car. She was quiet for a moment and Tom sensed that she was suddenly nervous. He had a decent guess what it might be about, so he bit the bullet and said, "Just so you know, I won't go running my mouth or anything. I don't want to get you in trouble for getting familiar with the help." He grinned, letting her know that there were no hard feelings. A wave of relief washed over Vanessa, yet it was mixed with more than a teaspoon's worth of regret. Of course a cop would understand about UCMJ violations, she realized. Security Forces troops filled two roles for the Air Force, providing security for everything from base perimeters and aircraft to nuclear weapons and missile silos, and also performing law enforcement for the base populace. Basically, they were a combination of military police and light infantry, equally able to hand out traffic tickets or handle an M249 SAW (squad automatic weapon). Most Airmen only saw them in their roles as cops and gate guards and little suspected or appreciated the ground-combat capabilities under the blue beret. Vanessa had first-hand experience, however, and tended to think of them first as Defenders, and second as police. "Thank you, Airman Baird," she nodded with mock formality, "your discretion is certainly appreciated." Then, with a quick glance to make sure their driver had not fixed his mirror, she took his cheek in one hand and leaned over, giving him a long, lingering kiss. "I wish you didn't have to, though," she said wistfully. Tom looked at the gorgeous officer sitting beside him and a pang of longing shot through his heart. You both know the rules, he reminded himself sternly. Breaking them a bit for a little fun is one thing; putting her career in jeopardy is another. No, they both knew that any relationship they might want was dead on the runway. The balance of power between officers and enlisted personnel was just too lopsided, and even mutually consensual relationships were forbidden, both because of fears of that power being abused and also to avoid any kind of favoritism. Enlisted personnel of varying ranks could date and marry as long as they were not in the same chain of command, but officer-enlisted relationships were strictly off-limits. Even close, platonic friendships were technically in violation of the anti-fraternization laws, let alone romantic or sexual relationships. Tom had been friends (not too closely) with a fighter pilot who secretly dated and then married an Airman First Class. When his commander had found out, he was demoted and his career was essentially finished; officers were not allowed to flout the rules, even if they were pilots. "I know it sucks, but you know I always got your back, right LT?" Tom gave a crooked smile, trying to deflect the seriousness hidden in his sentiment with a show of humor. "I know," she replied. "I just really liked it when you had my front as well." She smirked and gave her chest a little wiggle, causing her large breasts to jiggle in a most delightful manner. Tom laughed and said, "You know you aren't making this any easier, right?" Vanessa lowered her head contritely. "Sorry, sir." "Sir?" he echoed in disgust. "It's 'sergeant,' ma'am; I work for a living." Vanessa brightened up, glad to turn the conversation to anything happier than the impossibility of them having a relationship. "Hey, congratulations!" "Thanks! I sewed on Staff while I was on leave before coming over here, which is why my ID card hasn't been updated yet." "That's great!" she said and gave him a hug, this time more friendly than flirtatious. "Since you bring it up, I actually just made Captain a couple months back." "Nice! Congrats to you too, then." They were interrupted by the van turning into the parking lot and their driver asking which car was Vanessa's. She directed him to a silver Mercedes and Tom and the driver helped her transfer her bags from the van to her trunk. As she closed the lid their driver said, "I'll let you two say goodbye," and climbed back behind the wheel. "So, ah, hey, let me give you my number before you go," Vanessa said. "If you're ever down this way for training or something, hit me up. Just because we can't officially be together doesn't mean that we can't be friends." "Exactly," Tom agreed. "We're old war buddies, after all." "Right. And you've got my back." "You do have a nice back..." Tom smirked. "However," he added, patting his pockets, "I am an un-squared away Airman and do not have a pen." "Don't worry about it, I'll shoot you an email on Global," Vanessa reassured him, referring to the Air Force's global address book in Outlook. "Now hurry up and go before the van leaves without you." She stepped in for another hug, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her supple body against his hard one. "I'm glad I could thank you properly for saving my life," she whispered into his ear. "I'd say any debt you may have felt is more than repaid," he chuckled. "Nah, that was a mutual exchange. Make sure you wash your hand before you eat," she giggled. "Are you kidding? I'm never washing this hand again!" Her giggle turned into a laugh. "Gross!" Leaning back slightly, she kissed him again, the tip of her tongue darting between his lips in just the briefest flash. Before he could react, she stepped away. He made to grab for her again but she spun away. "Thank you again, Sergeant Baird," she said, still laughing as she opened her car door. "For everything." "Anytime, ma'am," he replied, smiling and shaking his head. She lowered herself into her vehicle and Tom climbed into the van, settling into the seat behind the driver this time. He had fixed the mirror and Tom caught his eye as Captain Vanessa Hodgekins' Mercedes pulled away. "Quite the catch you've got there," the old man said appreciatively. "I dunno about 'catch,'" Tom said, shaking his head ruefully. "She's a bit out of my league, if you know what I mean." "I do indeed, son," the retiree said; he had noticed their respective ranks on their ID cards. "Still, catch and release can be fun, too." Tom laughed. "Yes, sir! That it can." "Besides," the old man continued as they exited the base and headed for the autobahn once again, "there are plenty other fish in the sea, and you are in the prime fisheries of Deutschland. No need to land the first one to nibble your worm." Tom wasn't sure whether to be amused or embarrassed; obviously their driver had been more aware of what had taken place behind his back than he had previously let on. "Yes, sir, point taken," Tom grinned, deciding to go with amused. If the old man didn't have a problem with it, then neither did he. The forests and fields drifted by as Tom once again settled back in his seat. He and his driver fell to chatting about Germany and military service, Tom happy to learn that his driver, Master Sergeant Bill Tompkins (retired), was an old Security Police troop from back before the career field had been revamped into Security Forces. They told stories comparing the Air Force then and now, Tom soaking up pointers and advice about his new duty location as the miles passed beneath the rolling wheels. At last they lapsed into silence and Tom fell to thinking of Vanessa. He was not sure what the future held in store, but one thing was certain: there was no way he was ever going to get to have a serious relationship with her. Part of him felt the pangs of loss, but he pushed that aside, reminding himself that his driver was right. He was a young, single Staff Sergeant, newly arrived in Germany with at least three years ahead of him in some of the richest fishing grounds a bachelor like him could ask for. It was going to be a good time.

Title: Lieutenants Lucky Night. by Aggressive Filth Tags: Fox, M/F, Military, Wolf The following story may not agree with the stomachs of some and the principles and morals of others. Should you doubt your principles or your stomach, read no further. \-Aggressive Filth / Resin The angry waves crashed upon the helpless beach with a vengeance. Terry's mood matched that of the ocean which he sat before. Not far off sat the military base; the cause of his sour disposition. Sometimes, like today, he wished that he could just leave and never look back. He couldn't, or course. It was expected of him to excel in the military. His grandfather had been a general. His father made it to captain before he was killed. Terry was headed in the right direction, already being a lieutenant. What would he do if he left anyway? There was nothing out there for him. This was the conclusion that he normally came to.Drawing his fingers through his salt and pepper fur, the wolf stood and began walking down the beach in the direction opposite the compound. HE couldn't return just yet. Keeping his green eyes fixed on the crystalline sand, he slowly moved along, tail swishing behind him.The sound of a gun being cocked stopped him dead in his tracks. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. "Who in the hell are you?" An angry female voice spoke. Terry eased his tension a bit. After all, what could a woman do? "Terrance Hardline, miss. Lieutenant Terrance Hardline." "Turn, Lieutenant, and tell me why you're so far from the base. I know for a fact that no one gets to walk this area freely." Slowly, Terry turned, his paws raised. The sight that met his eyes caused his jaw to drop. Before him, gun in paw, stood a gorgeous grey fox. Her coat was the color of grey slate, but the fur on her stomach and muzzle were a bright white. This white crossed over her breasts too, he imagined, but they were hidden beneath a black bikini top. A pair of black boycut shorts covered her lower portions. The eyes that glared at him were bright gold pools. Jet black tresses blew out about her voluptuous body, giving her the look of a sea siren. Her thick grey tail began swishing in an agitated manner. "Answer me, Lieutenant." Terry's gaze snapped back up to her face. "I was just going for a walk, miss." "Against orders. Only the Colonel has free reign." Terry scowled. "How do you know so much? You can't be in the military. I've never seen you and you'd be breaking the same rule." The womans eyes sparkled and the corners of her mouth turned up a bit, betraying her agitation. She lowered the gun. "I'm not in the military but I have connections." She placed the gun in the band of her shorts "You're a spy? "Not a spy. I have connections. You can lower your paws now, Lieutenant." Terry did so, a warmth spreading over his cheeks. "You were deep in thought. It's not like one of you little army boys to be spooked." She clicked the safety on her magnum. "I was thinking, Miss." "What about?" She turned her back on him, obviously trusting that he wouldn't try anything. Snatching up a short sleeved red shirt, she slipped it on, buttoning it most of the way. "The things that I think are for me alone." His voice was a bit harsh. The woman looked over her shoulder then slipped a short black skirt over her swim shorts. "No need to get snippy, Lieutenant. I'm a psychologist. These things interest me." The woman placed the magnum in her bag. "Shall I lead the lost puppy back home?" Picking up her bag and shoes, she moved across the beach knowing he would follow. Terry growled to himself and followed the cocky female. When he moved, he was surprised to find that he had a mild erection. He hadn't been celibate during his military career, that was for sure. There was never a shortage of females for him. Then again... none of them looked half as good as this one. "Keep up, pup!" The womans husky voice brought him back. Catching up, they walked together in silence. Upon reaching the compound fence, the woman stopped. "You'll go in the back and I'll go in the front. We don't want an inquiry done on you." Terry nodded and extended his hand which the woman took and shook. "Good day, Miss." "See you around, Lieutenant." Pulling free, she sauntered off. Terry was even more confused than before. That woman, cocky and smart, bewitched him in a matter of minutes. Making it back into the compound, Terry went into his quarters and flung himself on the bed. Several minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Terry rose and opened it. A rabbit stood there and saluted Terry. "Lieutenant Hardline, Colonel Growler has asked for your presence in his quarters." Terry nodded and the rabbit ran off. What could the Colonel want? Straightening his uniform, Terry traveled across the compound. Reaching the Colonels door, Terry knocked. The door opened and the Colonel nodded when Terry saluted him. "Come in Lieutenant Hardline." Terry entered the room and received a pat on the back by the old brown fox. "My granddaughter has requested that you join us for dinner. She's heard a lot about you." Terry arched a brow but nodded, instantly looking for the little girl. All he saw were high back chairs. "Lieutenant Hardline, this is my granddaughter, Aidan Growler." One of the chairs moved and there she sat. Not a little girl, but a grown woman. The woman from the beach. Rising, Aidan moved towards him and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Lieutenant. I've heard so many good things that I just had to meet you in person." Her gold eyes glittered with mischief. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Growler." The Colonel ushered them into their seats around the table then sat and took his granddaughters paw. "Aidan has just arrived from Ohio. She always comes at this time of year to play in the ocean." "I was going to swim a little while ago but the waves became too harsh. I may try again tonight." The old fox scowled. "Not by yourself, you're not." Aidan grinned. "Of course not. Lieutenant Hardline is an honest wolf. He will accompany me." The Colonel shook his head while Terry simply sat straight, barely hiding his smile of amusement. This mere girl was outsmarting his commanding officer. "The Lieutenant has duties." "Someone else can perform them for just one night. I would like to swim, Gramps, and I trust the Lieutenant. Please? Just once?" Terry could see the old fox's walls crumble. "Just this once, Aidan." Aidan leaned forward and kissed her Grandfathers nose. "Thank you, Gramps." Terry sat in silence, not willing to speak until spoken to. The meal was brought in and Aidan made polite conversation. "Tell me of yourself, Lieutenant." Terry took a bite of his roast and nodded. "I was born into a military family. Naturally, it was expected that I join as well. So here I am." Aidan nodded, knowing that she would get no more from him. Throughout dinner, the Colonel did most of the talking. He and Aidan laughed over this and that, but Terry was mostly silent. "If you don't mind, Gramps, I'd like to go swimming now, then I'll go home to Grams." The Colonel nodded and they said their goodbyes. Once out of the room, Terry looked down at the femme. "Why?" She just kept walking. "That's simple. You seemed like you didn't want to go back so I decided to do something to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you." A pair of Lions let them out the back gate. Night had come and the moon was full, casting a silver glow over the beach below. Much to his surprise, Aidan took his paw in hers and led him down the hill to the beach. Noting his surprise, she grinned. "Unlike you, I'm not shy. I let people know what I want." "Maybe some people just have manners, Miss." "Call me Aidan. Manners and wants are two completely different things." They walked on in silence. Aidan smiled to herself because, although he had spoken of manners, he still held her paw. They walked for a time and the compound was out of sight. "This is the spot where we met. I was going to swim here earlier, might as well do it now." Dropping her things, Aidan kicked off her shoes then stripped off her clothing. Terry sat in the sand, his gaze directed away from her. "You want someone to treat you differently than those men do yet you sit there like a log. Let yourself loose for tonight, Terry. I promise not to tell." Canting his head, he thought about her words. She did treat him differently, of course, but around women, all he wanted was sex. Strike that. All he wanted was love. All he found was sex. Aidan dropped to her knees before him and brought his face around so that he stared at her. "The more you think, the less time you have. Don't think!" "Don't think. Just do?" He asked and she nodded. Leaning forward, he claimed her mouth with his. Aidan was taken aback for only a second before she responded, returning the kiss. Her tongue ran over the roof of his mouth and his ran over her sharp canines. When they broke the kiss, Terry smiled. "Like that?" "Aye, like that." Gold eyes met green eyes and she tilted her head. "You want to be loved. With your career, you don't even look for it anymore. Should you go into a war, you wouldn't want to die and leave a loved one alone." Terry pushed her back and scooted away, anger in his eyes. Aidan merely pulled her legs beneath her and watched him, a sad expression on her face. "How do you know these things? He haven't even known each other for a day and you tell me these things." She cut him off. "Am I wrong?" Terry wanted to scream at the woman for exposing his soul, but he couldn't. Shoulders slumping, he sank back to the sand and placed his head in his paws. "No. You're not wrong." Aidan crawled to him and took him into her arms, pressing his cheek against her shoulder. "I've been to the base many times and I've seen many men, but you're different. Your eyes betray you. They're full of sadness." Terry wrapped his arms around her waist and sat her upon his lap. She stroked the back of his head. "You don't have to hide with me, Terry." He wanted to cry. This big, tough military boy wanted to shed some tears. "You cared enough to take me away from the compound if only for a little while. I'll try not to hide from you." "That's my boy." Aidan chortled and drew back, looking into his eyes. "Already I see a difference." Her arms wrapped about his neck, thumbs sliding back and forth on his shoulders. "Swim with me." Terry began to say no but Aidan stopped him by running her tongue along his lips. "Don't think. Just do." Pulling away, she walked towards the mild waves. They had died down considerably since earlier. Terry watched her move into the water and quickly began to remove his clothes. "I don't have any shorts!" Terry called out to her. A moment later her shorts came flying at him, her top following. That's one way to do it, he thought. Clad only in the fur that Goddess gave him, Terry moved across the sand and into the cool water. Aidan had swum into deep water and was looking towards him. "If you don't want to swim, lemme do a few laps and I'll come to you!" The wolf nodded and just sat in the surf, watching Aidan swim. This gave him time to think. No one had ever prompted him to be himself. Even the floozies that he bedded treated him like someone superior. Along comes Aidan who acts like they're equals and in the process throws off his whole mental equilibrium. What could he do now? Looking for the female in mind, Terry saw her swimming towards him. A wave brought her to him and he smiled, grabbing her paws to keep the wave from taking her back. Scooting further onto the beach, Aidan sat beside him not giving a second thought to his nakedness or her own. "The water is great!" They both looked out over the ocean and Terry saw shapes rising out of the surf. "What are those?" "Shark fins." She said nonchalantly. "You swam with sharks?!" His eyes were wide. "We have an understanding. I've been swimming in the same water with the same sharks for many years. We know each other. Aside from bumps with their noses, they don't bother me." Terry laughed in disbelief. "You're incredible, you know that?" Aidan grinned and leaned against him. "I do now. You're not so bad yourself." His arm went around her and he pulled her body tight against his. They were both naked, he had somehow remembered. He hadn't looked at her naked form before. He'd been too amazed by the shark story. Now he looked. The white on her stomach flared across her breasts and up to her throat to her white muzzle. It also extended downwards to the area between her thighs. Her breasts were a bit too big for her frame but they were perfect, perky, and full. Terry's sheath began to tingle then his shaft began to slide from it. Panicking, he jumped up and moved away. Aidan looked after him. "What was that about? Did you get snapped by a crap?" "I, umm... just stay there." Of course, being fatally curious, Aidan rose and moved towards him quietly. Moving before him, she saw his partially exposed shaft and smiled. "I did this without even touching you?" Terry spun around, keeping his wolfhood out of her line of vision. "Yes. Don't look. I'm sorry about this." He winced when she touched his shoulder. "Don't be ashamed. It's a hell of a compliment." Then in a softer voice, she spoke again. "Show me how much you desire me." Terry began to protest. They'd only just met. "Please?" Turning, he let her see his shaft that had stopped retracting and was now coming out to play. "Most impressive." Moving towards him, Aidan brought Terry's mouth down to hers, one paw moving to the back of his neck. The other paw ran down his abdomen then gripped his shaft. Terry yipped into her maw and pulled back. "We can't, Aidan." "Why?" She pulled her ears back. "Your grandfather is the Colonel." Aidan growled low. "He has no control over me. I'm a grown woman. If he finds out, which he won't, tell him that I raped you." Terry wanted to slam his cock into her just for that statement. "I can handle my own problems without making up excuses." He growled. Aidan squeezed his cock and growled back. "If you don't enjoy it, you'll never see me again." Terry furrowed his brow. He actually wanted to see her again. Pre-cum was already on her paw from the rough little hand job. He might as well. Leaning down, he kissed her roughly and wrapped his arms around her. She eagerly returned the lip lock and released his cock. Sweeping her off her feet, Terry lowered Aidan to the sand, ending the kiss. "How do you want it?" "Doesn't matter as long as I get it." She swished her tail back and forth. "On your knees then. We'll do this the ancestral way." Aidan did as she was told and rose onto her paws and knees. Pulling her tail to the side, she exposed her wet, pink opening. Leaning forward, Terry drug his tongue over her hot, wet slit to test the waters. She was wet already and tasted like a crisp ocean breeze. Thrusting his tongue into her body made Aidan call out, her back bowing. Terry grinned and pulled away to drag his body over hers. The tip of his cock gently teased her pussy. "Be yourself." She reminded him as he positioned himself. "What's in this for you?" He asked, one paw caressing her breast. "The satisfaction of knowing that I helped you. Other than that, I want that piece of wolf flesh buried within me." Terry smiled and ran his tongue over the back of one grey ear. "I think I can give you that." "I know you can give me that." Aidan pressed her rear back against his groin, forcing the head of his shaft to push partway into her. "Mmm, please!" She asked breathily causing Terry's ears to swivel forward. He applied pressure and the head of his rod popped into her body. Aidan shuddered beneath him and he groaned. "You're so thick. I'm not sure that I'll be able to last very long." Terry forced some more of his length into her and licked her ear again. "You're as tight as a goddess. I doubt that I'll last any longer than you." He hadn't drawn back once since he'd penetrated her. She was taking him in nicely and hadn't complained about the discomfort that she was most likely going through. Terry wanted to test her limits. Aidan whimpered softly when his unlubricated shaft caught up on her flesh. Terry smiled slightly and drew his hips back. With one rough thrust, he buried himself deep within the bitch beneath him. Aidan inhaled sharply as Terry's thick member stretched her insides to beyond their limits. He was, without a doubt, the biggest cock she'd ever had. "Where am I cumming, just so I know?" Aidan pressed back against him. "Wherever you want. I'm safe." Terry almost whined aloud. He could cum inside her! He could fill this little grey beauty with his semen. That thought sent pulses through his cock. He placed his hands on her shapely hips and began to pump himself in and out of her slowly. Aidan groaned, trying to keep still as she was run through. "Press your chest to the ground." Terry instructed. She did so, pressing her ample chest against the cool sand. They both doubted that they would last very long, but Aidan had no idea that she would cum so soon! She hadn't had an orgasm in quite some time, so her body was very sensitive. Terry hadn't thrust into her more than fifteen times when Aidan felt an orgasm rip through her. As she had her orgasm, Terry ceased his thrusts to let Aidan ride out her pleasure to the fullest. Her juices managed to leak out around his cock and when he began to pump into her again, it was much easier. Her pussy had widened, accommodating his thick shaft. Aidan panted as the last tremors left her. She felt very, very good. So good, in fact, that when Terry pushed her to change positions, she didn't understand. He repositioned her himself. Still staying lodged within her, he twisted her so that she lay on her side. He straddled her lower leg and brought the other up to lock her calf over his shoulder. From where he was on his knees, he could slam more of himself within her. Terry began slowly dragging himself in and out of the grey bitch beneath him. He hadn't felt this good in years. Actually, he doubted that he'd every had such exquisite, care free sex. She had pretty much said that he could do anything that he wanted to her. He could cum inside her. He could fuck her ass. He could cum deep down her throat. Anything! While imagining, he had closed his eyes. Upon reopening them, he saw her staring back into his eyes. Passion set her gold eyes aflame. Terry held onto her raised leg tighter and slammed harder into her body, prompting a pleasure-filled scream to erupt from her maw. "Cum in me!" Terry's eyes widened and his pace quickened. Aidan began squeezing his cock with her PC muscles, grabbing hard as she prepared for another orgasm. Terry called out and began jerking uncontrollably as she squeezed him internally. "Please!" She begged as her orgasm began. Aidan gave off a screaming moan and clutched handfuls of crystalline sand as her orgasm wracked her body. When Aidan screamed and began writhing in the sand, Terry clenched his teeth and tried not to call out. He failed. As his cock exploded within the woman beneath him, he too gave off an overly loud moan. He shot more cum than he ever knew his balls could hold. Fireworks went off in his head as he pumped Aidan to overflowing. As they both came down, Terry pulled his cock from Aidans body and cum gushed out all over the sand. They lay beside one another, panting and groaning lightly. Aidan rested her head on his arm as they stared up at the sky. "That... was amazing." Aidan laughed through a pant. "I may have to visit my grandparents more often." Terry grinned but his smile faded. Aidan would be leaving tomorrow and he was expected to be back at the base very soon. A sadness took over him. Here was a smart woman that saw him as a person rather than a rank. She was successful and funny and charming. Could he bring himself to say something? Yes. "Aidan, I enjoy your company very much. Will I see you again? Can I see you again?" The fox propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. "Terry my practice is in Ohio."His spirits dropped and he looked away. "You should probably take your vacation time and come with me." She grinned down at him and he laughed and pulled her close. "I have a good feeling about this vacation." Aidan laughed and rolled on top of him. "Terry, I promise you'll have lots of good feelings on this vacation." And he definitely did.

Title: Chaotix Love by Natsuru Tags: Anal, Chameleon, Comedy, Crocodile, Drunk, Fingering, French Kissing, Kissing, M/M, M/solo, Masturbation, Oral, Rape, Reptile, Romance, Sonic The Hedgehog All characters in this story do not belong me to me, and are owned and copyrighted by SEGA. Characters with cameo appearancese are owned by Busiroad, Valve Corporation, and Nintendo in that order respectively. Enjoy ! --- "AH, uh, ugh, ooooh ! Vector-san, please stop." Poor Espio; the little chameleon begged for his friend to stop, but his words couldn't be heard. The crocodile above him, Vector, had him bended over a table, and was plowing away at him. In his current state, he was drunk and seemed to be lust driven. Espio and Vector were apart of team known as the Chaotix, or to the rest of the world; The-Not-So-Great-Detectives. In their team were two more members; a bee named Charmy Bee, and despite how feminine the name was, Charmy was a boy. The other member was a female raccoon named Marine. Vector was the leader of the team, and Espio was something like a second-incommand. Orignally, the Chaotix team consisted of Knuckles the Echidna; the original leader, Mighty the Armadilo, Ray the Squirrel, and two robots named Heavy and Bomb. They were the best team of detectives years ago, but unfortunately the had all split up. Knuckles left the team, and didn't want have anything to do with it ever again. Heavy and Bomb were destroyed by the evil Dr. Robotnik as punishment for betraying him. Mighty and Ray had mysterious disappeared, and have not been seen or found for seventeen years. The current team have been taking on many case as of late, but nothing good ever seemed to be going their way. The would fail case, capture the wrong suspects, or luck was just not on their side. There was even one incident where they had successively solved case in London, but were then arrested for supposely impersonating Sherlock Holmes, Nero Wolfe, Hercule Poirot, and Cordelia Gray. Luckily, the were released a few hours when the police found the real suspects, which were a group of four human japanese girls known as Milky Holmes. To this day, they still couldn't understand how all of that happened. Back with reptiles, Espio was still trying to reach Vector with his words, but they still couldn't be heard. The crocodile was slowly thrusting in and out of the chameleon's ass, and was going deep. Espio was in pain and there was nothing he could do to stop his friend. Espio groaned in pain as Vector increased the speed of his thrusting. At that time, the chameleon felt something weird under him, and when he check to look what it was, he was shocked and horrified with what he saw. He saw that his cock had appeared and was already spilling pre. He couldn't believe that he was possibly turned on by what was happening him and wanted to deny it, but seeing that his cock was out, he thought he was a slut. Vector was close to reaching his orgasm and Espio was close to reaching his. As fast and deep as the crocodile kept going, the chameleon was trying his hardest not cum, but then his friend whispered something to him that made his eyes go wide. No sooner after that, the larger reptile came hard into the smaller reptile under him, and the chameleon shot out his stream of cum as well. After their orgasms had ended, Espio's legs went wobbly until he collasped onto the floor with Vector on top of him; his eyes were closed shut with tears streaming down his face. How could this have happened ? Earlier on that same day; on that night, the Chaotix team were watching a movie on their tv called Portal. Charmy and Marine had left because the movie boring to them; leaving Espio and Vector all alone. Glados: Chell, you have been doing good so far, even if you were forced to incinerate your companion cube, you heartless bitch. But let's forget the past, and let me show you to this wonderful place where we can celebrate and have cake. Chell: .......!? "Don't listen to her Chell; the cake is a lie and she's trying kill you.", Vector shouted at the tv. "How can you be so sure that will happen, Vector-san ?", Espio asked. "Well, I am a detective after all, and it's pretty obvious that Glados is leading Chell to find the computer room so she can kill her." The two reptiles continued to watch the movie; enjoying every twist and turn they came across. Vector was chugging down bottles of beer as he watched the movie. Espio told him to take it easy with the beers, but the crocodile said not to worry, and replied that he doesn't get drunk easy. He appeared to have jinxed himself by saying that, because no sooner he had gotten drunk near the end of the movie. Glados: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh, YOU BITCH, JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL I COME BACK IN THE SEQUEL. Chell: ........!? After the movie had ended, Vector had become lust driven, and was touching and rubbing Espio in inappropriate ways. The chameleon kept pushing the crocodile off of him, but the larger reptile was persistant. That is when Vector held Espio against the table, and started to take advantage of his body. A week had passed since that event, and Espio couldn't stop thinking about what had happen that night. He wished could have forget all about it like vector; who seemed to have no recollection of that night at all. "Why, why can't my mind stop showing me those images ? And, why was my; why was I so turned on, there is no way that enjoyed that. And what Vector-san said to me." Espio's mind started to wander back to what the crocodile whispered to him. The chameleon didn't know if what Vector told him was true, or just something random he happened to say while he was in his drunken daze. As he thought about that, Espio had that weird feeling again, and was surprised to see his hard cock was out again. Seeing that, Espio fell to his knees and slammed his fists on the floor. "Kuso(Shit), why does this keep happening to me ? Why won't my body stop tormenting ?" Another week had passed, and it seemed like everything normal as always. The Chaotix would always be going on to investigate case, but since luck seemed to had something against them, they would almost always come back home with no money, or atleast get paid with very little money. As they kept taking on cases, Espio was slowly breaking away from the team from time to time. Ever since that incident with Vector, the chameleon was begining to feel nervous and uncomfortable around him, but not in an untrusting way; something else was going on with him. Another day came, and the Chaotix had a new case to solve. "Hey guys, we've got ourselves another case to solve.", Vector said excitely. "Yay, another case, another case, another case, Yayyy.", Charmy and Marine said happily. "So, what's the new case ?", Espio asked. "We have to find a blond princess who has gone missing, and bring her back to the Kingdom of Mushrooms.", Vector answered. "A kingdom of mushrooms !?", Espio said with a puzzled look. "That's right, our client said he would usually go find her himself, but he can't since he got one his legs broken during a kart race; something about a blue shell." "Strewth, a missing princess that needs to be found.", Marine spoke. "I'll bet we'll get lots money if we bring her back." "Or even be rewarded with lots of tasty snacks.", Charmy said. "So, Espio, what do ya say; are going to join us ?", Vector asked. "Gomen(Sorry), Vector-san, I think I'll sit this one out." "What, again, this is the sixth time you don't want to join us. Is something wrong; are you ok ?" "I'm fine, don't worry about me, I'm sure you three can solve this case without me. Besides, we really need the money, don't we." After the conversation had ended, Vector nodded his head in agreement, and started heading out the door and to his truck. He, along with Charmy and Marine waved good bye to Espio, and likewise, the chameleon waved back while standing behind the door. As soon as they truck left, Espio closed the door and leaned against it; sighing in relief. "So, I guess you came out to torment me again." Espio had finished talking to himself, and looked down to see that his harden seven inch cock had appeared again. He knew that there was one way to get rid of it, but was doubtful that it would work. So, the chameleon headed straight into his room, sat on his bed, and began to jack himself off. He started to moan as his hand smoothly went up and down the base of his cock. As he jacked himself, the chameleon started to think about that incident two weeks ago, except he was thinking about it differently than how it actually happened; in his thoughts Vector wasn't drunk and Espio was enjoying every thrust the crocodile sent to his body. After a while, Espio's hand was getting tired from all of the jacking, so the chameleon uncurled his tail, wrapped it around his cock, and used it continue jacking off. His room was now being filled with his moans and pants, as his tail squeezed and rubbed on his hard cock. Espio was in pure bliss, but he wanted to feel more pleasure. With the hand he previously used to jack himself, he inserted two into his ass, and began to slowly thrust in and out. The chameleon's moans were growing louder,his body started to sweat, and he started moaning out Vector's name. The chameleon's tail started to increase the speed of the rubbing, and Espio's fingers were thrusting faster. After while, the chameleon moaned loudly as he shot out a stream of his seed; some of it landing on his bed, his chest, and on his face. Espio had a disgusted look on his face as he wiped his white cream off of his face. The chameleon really hated the smell of cum, because to him it smelled like squid; something he really hated. Forgetting about the smell, the chameleon started thinking about what he just did. He couldn't believe that he was attracted to Vector, and who could blame him; Vector's body did look a lot more sexier than it did back when the two met on Carnival Island. His mind went back to what Vector whispered to him and wanted to know if that was true; he decided that he would talk to the crocodile when he got back. As if on que, Vector, Charmy, and Marine had came back home, and they all had a depress look on their faces. "Hey guys, how did that case go ?" "Well, we found the princess lost in the Lost Woods, and we returned her back to her castle.", Vector spoke. "That's great, but why do you all look so down ?", Espio said. "Well, mate, when we returned the princess to her castle, she ran towards, I guess her 'Prince Charming', and then, well.", Marine spoke. "Oh blimey, how can I say this ?" "A piece of the ceiling broke off, and it fell on her head.", Charmy said. "It was like Final destination, and it was totally freaky." "That's creepy hearing you say that, Charmy.", Espio said. "Anyway, the princess; is she....." "No, she's still alive, but she's in coma and is hospitalized for a few days, or weeks, or months, or years.", Vector said. "Unfortunately, because of that incident, the plumber decided not to pay us." "A plumber !?" "He was our client." When the conversation had ended, Vector went off to his room to rest, and Charmy and Marine went to watch cartoons. Espio thought that today was now not a good time to speak with Vector; he decided to talk to him tomorrow. The next day came and Charmy and Marine were outside playing. Espio thought that was great, as he didn't know what would happen once he talks to Vector; he even locked the door to keep them from coming back in, even though he was hesitant about it. "Vector-san, can we talk ?" "Not now, Espio, I'm going through all of these bills. Maybe later or some other time." "Onegai(Please), Vector-san, this is really important." "Oh, alright, I guess it would be better than having to look at all these damn bills. So, what's up ?" "Well, Vector-san, as you may have noticed, I've not been joining and helping you and the others on investigating cases lately." "Yeah, I have been wondering about that. What's been going on with you lately ?" "Well it started the other day two weeks ago, when we were watching that movie on the television." Vector's eyes seemed to go wide when he heard that. It seemed like he was remembering something that he had forgotten. "As we were watching the movie, you were drinking a lot of beer, and then you became drunk and apparently driven by lust." Listening more to what Espio was saying, the crocodile was recollecting everything that day. When he finally remembered what happened on that day, he held a horrified look on his face. "And, while you were in your drunken daze, you..." Suddenly, in a quick flash, Vector was on his knees and hugging Espio. The chameleon was surprised by this action; not only because of the crocodile hugging him, but also because he felt tears falling on his shoulders, and could hear some low crying. This was very out of character of Vector. "I'm sorry, I am so sorry. I should have listened to you and stopped drinking while I was still sober. I didn't mean to hurt you; I would never hurt you. Do you think you can find it in your heart to ever forgive me ?" The chameleon was thinking about it, and all of what Vector said. He then decided that he would forgive his friend, since he knew that incident wasn't entirely all of his fault. Espio told Vector that he accepted his apology, and the crocodile happily hugged the chameleon tighter. Espio laughed and told and Vector about how out of character he was, when he was apologizing. Vector responded by telling the chameleon to not expect him to be like that ever again, and the two reptiles laughed. Suddenly, Espio remembered something and knocked Vector onto the floor, and then climbed on top of the crocodile; Vector was surprised by Espio's strength. "Vector-san, while you were drunk, you whispered something to me. I really need to know; were you serious when you said that ?" Vector had no idea what Espio was talking about. He started to think back to that day, I tried to remember what he had possibly whispered to his friend. When he finally did remember, he was blushing, his eyes went wide, and his mouth was wide open. He remembered that he told Espio he had always loved and cared about him. The crocodile was embarrassed; he never expected to admit his true feelings for his friend anytime soon. "You see, Vector-san, there is another reason why I wouldn't go with you and the others on cases. I would feel strange around you, and lately my body has been tormenting me. Vector-san, I think I may also be....." Espio had stopped talking and suddenly locked his lips with Vector. The crocodile face turned completely red, and it looked like his eyes were about to bulge out of his sockets. Even though it probably looked liked Vector was disturbed by the kiss, he was really enjoying it; the proof being that his cock was slowly getting hard. After a couple of seconds, Espio ended the kiss, and blushing like Vector; the two reptiles were staring at each other for a while. "E-espio !", Vector said; he then noticed the chameleon's seven inch cock. "Hehehe, so I'm guessing you were really enjoying yourself." "Hehe, I can say the same thing about you. So, do you wanna, maybe...." "Look, as much as I would enjoy 'playing' with you, I should really get back to those bills." "Oh really, I recall you saying that this would be way more better than having to look at those damn bills." "Hehe, I guess you know me too well." Espio wasted no time locking his lips with Vector again. The two reptiles had their eyes closed and their tongues were dancing in each other's mouth. As they kissed each other, Espio had uncurled his tail, and wrapped it around Vector's ten inch cock; squeezing and rubbing it smoothly up and down the base. The two moaned into each other's mouth; enjoying the little pleasure that were recieving. After a while, the two ended their kiss, and Espio started kissing and sucking down Vector's neck, and his tail was squeezing and rubbing a little harder against the crocodile's cock; Vector never expect Espio to act in such a way. "Hehe, you're getting really freaky there, aren't ya.", Vector smirked. The scene changes to Vector's bed, where the crocodile was chilling as Espio was working on his cock. The chameleon began by licking up, down, and all around the larger reptiles cock. He was going really slow, just to torture the crocodile that was relaxing. Vector moaned at the pleasure his friend was giving, and was really hoping that Espio would hurry up and start sucking. No sooner, the chameleon wrapped his tongue around the cock, and engulfed it as he started to slowly suck, and while that was happening, Vector was using his tail to jack off Espio. As the chameleon was slowly bobbing his head up and down the base of the cock, he was using his tongue to squeeze cock within his mouth; Vector was moaning loud in total bliss. "Ahhh, oh Espio, your tongue is really amazing. It feels like your strangling my dick with that tongue." Espio mentally laughed to himself when he heard Vector say that. Seeing as how his friend was really enjoying his tongue, the chameleon decided to make the crocodile feel even more pleasure. Squeezing on the cock harder, Espio started to bob his head faster up and down the cock as he sucked, which in turn made Vector moan louder, and increase the speed of his rubbing on the smaller reptile's cock. Thinking that he was torturing the enough, the chameleon wrapped his tongue from the cock, and decided to use it normally as he continued his sucking. Precum was shooting on to Espio's tongue, and even he didn't like the taste, he ignored it to continue on with his sucking; that was until he started to taste more pre shooting out. Vector was about to cum soon. "Ahhh, oooohhhh, I can't take it anymore, I'm about t-to, ahhhhhhhh." Vector roared loudly in extasy; Espio quickly took his mouth off of the cock, as the crocodile came hard; shooting ropes after ropes of his cream. Feeling the bliss of having to cum so hard, Vector's tail squeezed Espio's cock harder, which in turn made the chameleon moan loud as he reached his orgasm, and shot out a stream of his seed. Their orgasms ended after a couple of minutes, with some of their jizz landing their body and face. Vector licked up and enjoyed the taste of cum off of his face, while Espio just wiped the cream off of his face with a disgusted look. "Ahhhh, that was amazing, I don't think I've ever came that hard before, hehe.", Vector spoke. "I'm glad you enjoyed your pleasure.", Espio said. "How couldn't I, your tongue was amazing. But, why did you remove your mouth before I came ?" "Gomen(Sorry), it's just that cum smells and taste like squid to me; it's really disgusting." "Aww, that's really too bad." "It's not over yet, Vector-san." Vector watched as Espio positioned himself above the tip of the larger reptile's cock. The crocodile was surprised by this, as didn't expect Espio to be ready for that, especially after what happened two weeks ago. "Woah there, Espio; are you sure about this ?" "Hai(Yes), I know I'm ready for this, especially since you're not drunk this time." "Well, ok then." Vector grabbed Espio by the hips, and was slowly helping the chameleon come down on his cock, as he penetrated him. The crocodile was surprised to find out that Espio was really tight ever what had happened, but it made sense to him since that was two weeks ago. The chameleon moaned as more and more of Vector's cock entered him. The crocodile managed to get in six inches, and stopped to see how Espio was doing. Espio had let Vector know that he could take more of him, and told himto keep going. The larger reptile nodded his head, and continued to insert the rest of his length into the chameleon. When the crocodile managed to get ten inches in, he stopped to so that Espio could adjust; the both panting. With a few minutes passed by, Espio had let Vector know that he was ready. Nodding his head again, Vector was slowly pulling out of Espio; leaving in just the head. He then slowly slid the chameleon back down on his cock, and then up to the head again, and then down again; he continued doing this in a steady rhythm. Low moans had escaped from out of their mouth, and Espio was using his right hand to jack himself off. The two were in heaven enjoying their pleasure. Espio told Vector to go faster, and the larger reptile increased the speed of his humping. The two of them were moaning louder, their bodies were starting to sweat, and Espio's jacking was in time with the rhythm of Vector's thrusting. Espio was enjoying his newfound pleasure, and was to share it with Vector. The crocodile could feel his orgasm arriving and didn't want to cum anytime soon, but there was nothing he could do about it, as he cam hard into the chameleon; roaring out in pleasure. Likewise, Espio too had reached his orgasm, and moaned out as he came just as hard as Vector. Their orgasm lasted for a couple of minutes before it stopped, the two panting together as they were catching their breath. Vector slowly pulled out of Espio, and afterwards, the chameleon collasped and passed out on top of the crocodile. An hour had passed, and Espio began to wake up. He looked around until he saw Vector, who was smoking a cigarette. "Vector-san, what happened ?" "Oh, hey there sleepyhead, you passed out after our little fun. By the way, I was checking you out a bit while you were asleep, and it turns out you're pregnant." "NANI(WHAT), but that's impossible, h-how can that even happen ?" "Woah, just calm down; I was only just messin with ya, hehe." "That wasn't funny ! By the way, Vector-san, I didn't know that you smoked." "Oh yeah, I've always been smoking, but don't you worry, I plan tobreak the habit. And besides.....", Vector had stopped talking for a bit as he was putting his cigarette out in an ashtray. "......I hate smoking anyway." Espio laughed a bit at his friend. He then asked if Vector was serious about what he whispered to him. Embarressed, the crocodile blushed as he admitted that what he said was true, but then he told the chameleon that he better not expect him to be feeling this way when they go out on cases; case in point, he was putting on a tough guy act. Espio then suddenly hugged Vector; catching the crocodile offguard. "Arigatou(Thank you), Vector-san ! Daisuki(I love you)!" Vector had no idea what Espio just said. He alwasy found it annoying whenever the chameleon would talk to him in japanese. However, he made a guess at what Espio said, and wrapped an arm around the chameleon. "Right back at ya." As the two reptiles were enjoy their little quiet time together, they suddenly heard an explosion from outside. Rushing quickly outside, they shocked to see atleast nine flipped over and destroyed ice cream trucks, and nine scared and traumatized ice cream men. The cause of this problem were Charmy and Marine; who were in a crazed sugar rush. "J-just what the fuck has been going on out here ?", Vector said. "I don't know, but what I do know is that this is gonna cost us.", Espio said. "Damnit, luck just isn't on our side." END! --- Espio: Oi, minna(Hey everybody), I would like to say arigatou for taking your reading and enjoying this story. As for Marine being on our team, the writer just thought it would be a fun and good idea. And just to mess with you, me and Vector have always been in a relationship, since we returned in Sonic Heroes; now try to play our hearing this, hehehe. Again, arigatou, and don't forget to rate. Sayanora(good-bye)!

Title: Kzin4 by SwampRat Tags: Feline, Human, Other/Herm, Violence KZIN4.TXT - M/M, Violence - September 20, 2003 Kzin Pride By SwampRat (cl) 1997 Gay Furry Association I sighed. Another summons. Well, nothing for it I suppose. I made arrangements to be replaced for the day, and wended my way OutArm towards the Pilot's Stations. A Kzin snarled at me, and checked my paperwork. "OK, Monkey.. Report to Training Pod 2." I continued on down to the second Simulation Pod. Re-certification time already? I went inside and sat down. Another kzin sat in the second chair snarled at me, "Ready, Monkey?" I nodded. The panel lights came on.. What?! "Assskm-Parrrl.. Assskm-Parrrl.." 'Mayday..' I sighed. "Alright, what is this.." "fkkkljOIJN. UJN ik." A chill ran up my spine. A voice from the past.. More lights came on, showing a Faser Class attack cruiser instrument bank, with modifications.. "Assistance.. Assistance.." I shrugged, toggling the radio on. "Message Acknowledged.. What is the problem?" Silence. I looked at the Kzin, who was sitting in the Nav Station, a good four feet above and behind me... A crackle. "\*FZZT\* This is Scout Hamnsk. I request assistance from any Tri-Compact Personnel. \*CRACKLE\*" They must have dug up an old war tape.. Best to just go along with the charade. The Kzin had strange senses of humor.. "This is.." ('Who am I?' I whispered to the cat. He shrugged.) ".. A member of the Triad." A sputter. "Get a Message to FarCom Night." I straightened. That was one of the codes I used with the Compact Scout Brigade. "Send Message Scout - In AmerEng.." I smiled quietly to myself. Nobody had spoken English in Millennia.. Except those beings I had taught. Dead languages make great encryption schemes. "This is HunterPod 1, Clan Ammarrth. Message.. 200 Enemy in Amkmhir. Situation desperate. Heavy casualties. We are surrounded. End Message. We Require Assistance..." Shots being fired. I took no notice. The Kzin had spoken in accented American Slang... [LOCK RED 2 ALPHA]. My mind reeled. \*CLICK\* [Combat Mode ON]. Long dormant commands opened pathways, turned servo's on. Drugs pumped into me, so the bio-half could keep up with the mechanical. I hit the rows of switches, bringing my attack craft up from cold start into Ready, using emergency power settings.. Somebody was going to have to redo a few boards when I returned as the system was taxed to the limit. "Coords.." A snarl. Numbers spat in Kzin, ending in a wail of pain. "Kissmoiuj ioin IHNdp!" Tamaria.. "Aborted, Crotch-lapping, Male Offspring Of Female Canines.." I snarled, having yet another reason to hate the plant-like creatures.. "Power." "Three and climbing, Captain." Barely enough. "Hang on Ammarrth.. I will be there soonest. Strap in Lieutenant, We're Jumping.. And call me Shadow." A hissed "Aye" was my reply as I shoved the throttle up, pulling 2g's in a hard movement. Guns ready, I spun vertical of Ground and hit the reflex Engines. We jumped into the Atmosphere at .997 Mach. "Fighters.. at 27 Advent." I ignored them. "We clear?" "Aye.." I grinned mirthlessly. "Then, let's make 'em earn their gravespaces... Cutters out!" I waited until the 'LOCK' light came on, and putting the shields on 2, I 'Jumped'. That is, I goosed the KK Drive. Mach 1 vanished as we cut a swath through the 5 ships, crippling all but 1. I did a snap-wheel that brought us on course for another pass.. Still at M2. "1 Missile up the Ass.. How you holding up back there..." A weak growl. "Life Readings on Last Ident?" A snarl. "None of Compact origin.." "Bastards! Hold onto your lunch.." He screamed as I snapped a 270, rotating the nose around and headed for the coordinates the scout last put out. "Radio Silence.. Now." The crackle in my Comset went dead. "Camp at 223 Azimuth.." I lifted my hand, clasping the Kzin's hind paw. "May Your Children's Children Speak Your Name In Awe, Warrior." He snarled, pressing his claws into my fingers. "I am proud to serve under You, Captain.." "LordCommander DeathShadow, Nav.. Now, Let's go put our names in the Great Hall.." I snarled, and the cat above me repeated the epitaph. Should either one of us survive, he would travel to Kzin, and make sure the other's name was put in the Hall Of Heroes. Guns blazing, we strafed the campsite. Ripples of explosions followed the lasers path of destruction. I whirled, and made a second run, stepping up to Mach 2 again. The shockwave ran before us, crushing everything before it into jelly. "Fighters.. Azimuth 43. Gaak!" I stood the craft on it's tail and boosted the drives. A pair of missiles launched off, a few seconds later we rammed through the debris that was two ships moments before. More showed up on my tail. I turned, ready to engage them.. \*Click\* "Simulation Ended.." [UNLOCK. STAND-DOWN. AWAIT.] My internal circuits cut out with the code words. And I shook.. Damn! Betrayed by my own emotions.. Well, actually by droid logic. There were still some circuits in the system that I couldn't touch... Damn Triad. Damn Machinery.. My cover was blown, Big-Time. But what would the Kzin do about it? The cat unhooked his harness, climbed down from his seat, and shook my hand!! Then to add another shock, he put on one of the few articles of clothing Kzin wear.. a sash of Authority. If I read the decorations right, he was also of the Clan Ammarrth. A General. What the hell? The cat stood. "It is an honor to meet the Commander My ClanFather served under." This was a bad dream.. "Do not worry, only myself and the Technician at the console know any of this went on." He climbed out of the pod, to be greeted by another Kzin. An Under-General.. It figures. "My Congratulations, LordCommander. You would have made a most worthy opponent." He bowed deeply to me. "But.. Why?" The being smiled. "We have been suspicious of you for some time. You knew too much of the inner workings of Kzin ships to just be a simple Technician. So, either you were a genius, a well-trained spy.. or a WarHero. It is nice to find you are the latter.. My generations past Father also served in the Triad forces.. He spoke most eloquently of you and your leadership." I was still reeling.. "We may now return to Kzin, and clear our Family Names.." My eyes narrowed. "The sons of Ammarrth and Serrtii have problems?" Old names that were as fresh as the blood I still wore - If only mentally. They both took a step back, not sure if I was Completely out of the simulation or Not. "There are those who do not agree that those who fought under a.. Human.. should be allowed in The Hall.." I snarled something about Cats who needed to have their tails stuffed in their asses. "Follow." It was not a question. I marched out of the Station, and with the big cats behind, made my way to my private quarters. Many heads turned, to watch the strange procession.. A man dressed in the garb of a simple tech, in lock-step with 2 high Kzin, and They were 3 paces behind! A caten dared to get in my way. A lowly guard. I snarled a few choice words in High-Kzin at him.. He moved rapidly, not wanting his energy-rifle shoved up his butt.. It took a few more minutes to come to my apartment, where a palm lock glowed at my touch. A 'click' and a hiss, as the door opened. I motioned to the cats to sit, and went into another room. There I took out a locker. Opening it by voice-command, I pulled out a tray. Memories.. Then lifted it and brought it out to the two males. "These belonged to my friends. And my Enemies." The Kzin gasped, running their paws through the medals, chits, and awards. I went back into the room, removing the clothing, and most of my anatomy. Walked to a panel. Inserted my arm-stump. Circuits read the codes. A door opened, and I walked into my 'War-Room'. Weapons of every description hung from the walls. I selected the necessary items, and removed my legs. A hoist lifted me to a Medi-Vac. Most of my torso was plated in steel. A shell was hooked-up. Battle class servos went into my appendages.. I was now a tick faster than a Kzin. The lid was removed, and I stepped down. My Heraldry Patch from the Triad Forces was placed on my face. The Battalion Armored Robe I stood in The Great Hall with went over my body. Medallions were placed on it. Then, I took the Weapons given to me by my Kzin brethren, and put them in place. The Last thing was my War Helm. When I walked out of the room, I armed the self-destruct pouch. I might not see it again.. One last sash from the locker was added.. It told of my Rank, Name, and All the Kzin Princes I had fought with. I returned to the living room. The Kzin were gone. Not by choice, from the looks of the place. I expected something like this. My Brethren's names were in question. Others wanted to slander them to further their own clans.. I still felt the ClanLeader's paw grabbing my hand. If it was flesh, he would have broken it. "Brother of My Brothers. You have fought beside my sons. Brought their names back. Allowed them to gain Honor under you.. With you." He placed a medallion on my vest. "Born Human, Mated to a machine, You are now Kzin. The Clan Of Ammarrth Welcomes You, Lord Shadow\_Of\_Death." I replayed the security tape. Hooded beings came, Gassed the Kzin. Left. But not until removing everything in sight.. It's a good thing I locked my door. Well, they had memento's but the things that really counted would soon be winging it's way towards Kzin. I put a cloaking robe on, and left, after re- setting the door. Left a message that I had Family Matters to attend to. That would not sit well with the Kzin who was my boss, but he would have literally come unglued if he saw the decorations adorning my chest. Kingdoms had been wiped out in Kzin Clan Wars, and officially frowned upon.. Unofficially, on the other paw, 'Anything that doesn't kill you, strengthens you.' \* \* \* \* I stepped into an old shop. The kzin stood as I came in. "Nobody saw me enter, but be prepared." He nodded. I had expected trouble for some time, and had made preparations, Just-In-Case.. Handed him half a coin. He checked it against one he had. "How do I Know you are the true bearer of this coin?" I turned the cloak off, and removed it. The Kzin straightened. Took my hand. "Welcome, Commander.. How may I serve?" I told him to send a certain trunk to a certain Kzin holding. He nodded, and I replaced the cloak. Left. Step 2 was in motion.. Now for step 3. It was easy as a Tech to read Ship's Registery. And even easier to sneak aboard one via a service hatch.. \* \* \* \* The Captain came in, saw his door was ajar. He was going to rip the ears off a few kittens for this.. Something stood in the cabin. A blaster pointed at his midsection. It took no genius to know whoever it was would blow a hole in him big enough to wade a ship through.. "Where Does Your Father Sit?" In Kzin. The question asked Loyalties. "At Hannat." He replied, claws sliding back into hands and feet, but ears still down.. The weapon motioned towards the bunk. There sat a closed box. Chamme-Captain sidled towards it. He tried to keep one eye on the being, until he saw the seal on the box. Then turned, opening it. Inside was a ClanSymbol. Ammarrth - Blood Kin to Hannattar. "How did you come by this?" He straightened, ready to die if necessary. The blaster pointed to the floor. Was tossed on the bunk. "I require help from one who is bonded to Clan Ammarrth." The Kzin closed the door. Sat down on the bed. "Why?" The cloak faded. Standing in his room was a ghost. I saw his eyes run over my medals, reading the sash 3 times. He turned his palms up. "I am at your service, Lord." I nodded. "I require Passage to Ammar." The pink ears went up. 'Blood-Feud.' The Kzin came off the bunk, to sink down to his knees. "The Clan Hannattar is at your disposal, Lord of My Blood Clan." I put a hand on his shoulder. "Rise, and return to your duties. You still own this ship. All I require is passage.. After that is up to you.. But, You may wish to review this.." I gave him a copy of the same tape I had seen earlier. The Kzin's eyes went from wide to narrow, as he saw my guests, watched them removed by a 'Coward's Act'. "So, 3 of the Hand are now involved.." A hand is 7 clans. Each has ties with the other. And all act as one when threatened.. I asked for a quiet place to get ready. Actually, I wanted to plug my other side in for a while, and sleep. Since I would be living on drugs for some time to come.. Kzin food comes in Raw, and Still Kicking. \* \* \* \* A rough pawpad touched the steel lightly. The creature might just as well yelled. I watched him come closer. 4 bodies came from the shadows, and grabbed the Kzin. "What do you here?" The Kzin snarled. Told them to do rude things. "If you seek me, I am here.." The cats held the intruder. I stood, and walked forward. "If you have a message, I will hear it." The cat spat at me. "Which Clan do you represent.." The Kzin spat at me again. I slid my hood back. The WarHelm with the ClanLord Symbol gleamed in the light. I lifted the head. "I repeat, Do you have a message for me?" He snarled. I took a few steps back. Motioned for the others let him go. "Die, Monkey!" He screamed, leaping at me. I broke his neck, shattered his ribcage, and slammed what was left into a wall. My sword was halfway out of it's sheath, before I realized I would not need it. The eyes saw no more. A dark stain spread over the bulkhead, as the body slid down it. The others removed it. One by one, they bowed, and left, just a little wide around the nostrils. 'So Grandfather Didn't lie about the Steel Ghost..' I could almost hear them saying, re-plugging myself in. Part of me hated the killing, part of me reveled in it... And part just went along with the programming that, like some unkillable demon or vampire kept me around for so many ages. 'Getting Old..' Went back to oblivion.. \* \* \* \* "Lord, we circle Katzza." 3rd homeworld. My helm was removed, set to one side. "Commander, We await you.." This from the surface. I was given a life-suit. Re-fitted to me, it looked like an Old Kzin dignitary. Whose health was in question.. Coming home to die was the privilege of All Kzintii. But, I had no intentions of having my name written in the Hall of Heroes.. Just Yet anyway. The shuttle ride was as eventful as sleeping in null gravity. I mentally reviewed the events that brought me to Katzza.. A tradeship had brought a coded letter hinting somebody of Ex-Compact/Triad history might find a certain shipyard of interest. Since Freedom's Ride was well underway, I had more than enough ships of Kzin design to study. So it was a matter of smuggling certain things into the Port of Haam. Getting fake ID, Background, And getting into The Ring. One doesn't do things like snoop into Kzin affairs without Inside assistance. After a year I knew something was afoot.. But until the General dropped me into a position where only someone from Compact would respond as I did, I had no idea. "Welcome Lord. Please follow.." Strong hands helped me into a cart. The scenery went by at a blur. To a palatial estate.. Clan Lhikutewl. Another of the Hand. I was shown to a room. My baggage came before me. When I was sure I was alone, I peeled myself out of the suit. Replaced my hands, and weapons. I had just finished, when the door opened. "You do Exist!" The kzin was young, but his eyes shone. A Hasty bow. "I am Hilkna. I bring greetings from my clan to yours." I nodded to him. Snapped my claws out, raked my chest, then slapped my hands together.. His grin was nasty, as was the response. "Death and Dishonor to the Hand's Enimies.." He bowed again, then ran off as footsteps echoed down the hallway. An old kzin came in. "Did my Son's Son bother you, Lord?" I put my hands on top of my head and folded them down, then Up - A Smile. He chuckled.. "Steel ears.. It is good to see you, My Brother." We clasped arms. "You heard.." I handed him the tape. "I saw.. And who was it that sent a tape of The Ambush of Haran?" He smiled, not showing teeth. "Somebody who wished to find out if a certain male still existed." I smiled back. "If two wars can not kill me, How could civilian life.. Unless it is of boredom." He laughed at that. \* \* \* \* Things got settled.. I got to watch as my Clan honored the dead by putting their names in the Hall of Heroes - Many wished My name there, but I declined the offer - I was still interested in living. With a few more trinkets and much growling, I returned to my life as a repairperson. \* \* \* \* "Damn Nut.. Think they would give us decent tools." The young kzin beside me chuckled. "We are but tech's.. The Good Stuff goes to Inner Repairs Docks." The overseer growled about us taking so much time, switching his bushy tail as he walked by. "Like to wrap That tail around his skinny neck.." It was my turn to chuckle. "Jealous? We'll be done in a moment.. Hand me a Spanner, Will you?" The Tech, who didn't even rate a family name yet, nodded. Crawled out and stood, growling softly as his back complained. When he was out of earshot, I reached in and snapped the stud off, tossing it back behind me. He returned.. To kick my boot. "Well?" I grunted. "Broke another one.." Shook his head. Things got broke a Lot around this one.. Then the clock beeped. "Time to go.. What are you doing after?" I got up and shook my clothes. "Nothing.." Packed the toolbox. "Good.. I need somebody to run their hands across my back. Make it worth your while.." I shook my head. "Your Wife is supposed to do that." He smacked my shoulder. "Don't rub it in.. How 'bout it?" I put the box on the cart, and took his as well. "Alright.. But If you Snore..." The kzin looked askance at me.. "I Snore? You kept me awake half the night last time." I shrugged. "So? Next time, Stick something into my mouth..." His growl was only half smothered when he kissed me. "And when are you going to make Tech3 so I can break in a New Lover, Hmm?" He got on the tram and slid a hand into my jumpsuit. "You just wait until I get you home, Elder.." I had to laugh at that.. Maybe I wouldn't dream of the past. The wars and lives destroyed. The loves, now dust and memory. The hand fondled me more intimately.. And I smiled... How did that song go? 'Live for Today..'Or something like that. I intend to... The End

Title: The Power of silence. by Serpent_Lord Tags: Anal, Dragon, Human, M/M, Oral, Transformation Well you know the rules. Kyle strolled through the ever shrinking forest next to his house. The large forest was rapidly shrinking, a once beautiful landscape disappearing due to the constant construction. Kyle estimated that there wouldn't even be a tree left by next summer. He sighed, looking down at the small game trail as he walked through, silently stepping over twigs and leaves. He had always loved the forest, and he liked walking through it, especially to think. Tonight he had a lot to think about and none of it was pleasant. Kyle's parent's relationship had slowly fallen apart over the years and tonight his dad had finally left. All his life he had been very close with his parents and he had always wondered what he would do if his parents ever divorced. Now that his parents finally were divorced, Kyle really didn't know what to do. He just wanted to get away from everything and everyone. His pace slowly increased, as his anger and frustration built up inside, until he was at a sprint. He stopped a few minutes later, panting, to look around his surroundings. He noticed a small cave entrance he had never seen before, but due to the constant construction it was quite obvious now, no longer hidden by the foliage. Kyle slowly walked towards it and peered in. It was dark and humid and had a heady, "thick" smell to it. He stepped into the cave only to realize that it was an amazingly steep slope covered in water and he quickly slid down into darkness. Three dragons were advancing closer to the mouth of the cave. They had been ordered to seal off the cave before the corruption of the humans invaded their last sanctuary. Their ebony claws clacked as the dragons approached in silence. They all mourned for having to close themselves from the outside world, however they must protect what was theirs. All three dragons solemnly stepped around the caves mouth and bowed their heads. They began to chant in deep hollow language that was unknown to almost everyone. Slowly the walls crumbled as the magic took its effect causing thousands of years of erosion in just a few seconds. Kyle began to awaken, a bit of blood drying on the side of his head. He groggily lifted his head off the cold rocky floor. He squinted but could not make anything out. He quickly began to panic. How long had he been down here? How did he plan to get back up? Thousands of thoughts rushed through his mind and he quickly stood up. He tried in vain to walk back up the slope that he had slid down but all he managed to do was fall down a few times. He finally stopped and sat back down, resting his head against a small stalagmite. He slowly breathed in the damp air trying to collect himself. He slowly calmed down and listened to the cave walls in an attempt to quiet his mind. Whispering. Was that what he heard? Kyle had no clue how long he had sat there. Yes, there it was again. As he listened a little more carefully he noticed it was not English, but for some reason he understood some of it. "Maybe it's English in a foreign accent." He thought. He strained his ears trying to pick up the voices. After a few minutes of waiting he heard them again but this time the voices were louder. It didn't sound like English but still he could understand it. He was so caught up in trying to figure out what kind of accent it was that he failed to notice the light in the cave becoming brighter. As soon as he noticed this, he panicked, and stumbled backwards not caring how much noise he made. He crawled back until he reached a wall and couldn't go any further he then looked at the approaching light and gasped. \* The dragons were returning back from their completed mission when they heard something. They all stopped and listened again, nothing. "Did you hear that?" Ayia asked. "Yeah, a scratching or something..." Aepas trailed off. Ayia held out her hand conjuring a small ball of fire so they could see, and they proceeded to slowly search around. For a good five minutes they found nothing, but they kept searching. As Aepas slowly examined a small group of rocks something crawled backwards. He quickly ducked his head and called his brethren over. \* Kyle stared as three dragons stood behind a small collection of rocks and stalagmites. He was both scared and amazed at the same time. They were absolutely beautiful. All them had the same body build, somewhat humanoid, though their legs were bestial, fairly long necks, fangs, spikes protruding from their backs they were all about 10 feet give or take a few. One was green, not a dark green but more of a lighter milky color. He was perhaps the smallest of them, quite sleek with an athletic build. The second held a small ball of fire illuminating the cave. Kyle squinted and noticed that this dragon was female. Her scales shone off a deep blood red. Although she was female she still had quite a muscle build. Not enough to be unattractive, but enough to be intimidating none the less. The third was a deep blue, the tallest and by far the most beautiful. He was the most muscular of the three. His entire upper body was well built and his legs were like that of a professional runner. Kyle had almost no time to examine them. As he sat there gawking, the green one came with an almost impossible speed and grabbed him by the throat. "Human," he snarled, "Come here to defile our lands eh?" "N...No" Kyle stuttered "I got lost and... and" his reply was cut short by claws tightening around his neck. The large green dragon started to squeeze harder, the tips of his talons cutting into the back of his neck and cutting off air to Kyle when the red dragon called out "Aepas! Drop him! He means us no harm." Aepas snaked his head around and snapped, "Oooh, Forgive me, I can't read minds, unlike someone." "Shut up! I didn't even have to, just look at the thing!" Yelled the red dragon, bits of fire escaping from her maw, her eyes flashing dangerously. He snarled and dropped the small human and walked over the others as the red one walked foreword. She knelt down, to Kyle. "Sorry about him, he has a short temper. And is quite prejudice." She said with a strange smile that only a giant reptile as herself could manage. "What's your name?" "Kyle." The red dragon picked up Kyle and set him back on his feet. Kyle just stood there in a shock. The dragons except for the green one looked at him in curiosity. "How did you get here?" questioned the red dragon. "I was looking in the cave and I slid down, and then you showed up." The dragon nodded in response and decided to introduce herself and her brethren. "Well I am Ayia, and these are my brothers, Aepas you already met, and the blue one.... Well, just call him "silence". He's been a mute ever since he was born and only his parent knew his name but they died not to long ago and we can't coax his name out of him, He won't even write it down for us!" Kyle let out a harsh laugh. Right now he was just relieved that these creatures were not going to eat him. However some panic started to set in. How was he going to get home? "I'm sorry" Ayia said softly "we sealed the tunnel to prevent the humans and their horrible machines from getting in." Kyle sighed "I know, it's horrible what they did to this forest. That place used to be like my second home. I would camp out in it and play in the creek..." he trailed off thinking of the great memories. As Kyle said this the blue dragon raised his head and peered at the human. He thought for a moment and then dismissed it. This was not the time. "Well I guess you'll come with us then, we'll see what the elders say." Ayia said. Kyle nodded his head in response. They all started down the path once again, Aepas in the front grumbling about having a human along with them. The blue dragon "silence" just walked in the center looking straight ahead and Ayia stayed in the back and chatted with Kyle the whole time. She talked about her life, how the humans were destroying resources, and many other things. While they chatted Kyle learned that the reason that he could understand them although they did not speak English was because they spoke a kind of universal language that all living creatures could understand and even speak if they put their minds to it. After hours of walking, the small group reached their destination. Although they were originally in a cave, Kyle stepped out into a huge outdoor field. The land stretched as far as the eye could see and in the distance there were huge mountains. "You are the first human to ever set foot here" Ayia said. "This is a magical place that only the dragons, and you, know of." Kyle stared in awe at the amazing sanctuary. "We will go to the elders later, to speak of our success and to see what to do with you." Ayia said answering Kyle's silent thoughts. "And do not worry, Dragons are fair. We would not have to kill you to preserve our secret." She said once again reading his mind and answering. "Her mind reading ability is a bit annoying. She answers before I can even ask." thought Kyle. Ayia let out a small chuckle "Aepas says the same thing. Especially when he's thinking about different females in bed!" Kyle was a bit taken back by her straightforwardness but laughed along with her, it felt good just to let a bit of the tension out. "Well you can't stay with me and Aepas but you can stay with silence, right?" she peered over at him and he stared back, with unmoving eyes. "You can at least nod." Silence let out a somewhat crooked smile and nodded. "There, that wasn't so hard was it?" And with that Ayia and Aepas flew into the air their great wings bolstering Kyle with gusts of wind and grass. Silence walked up to Kyle placed a large claw on his shoulder and guided him away heading towards and unknown destination. After walking for a few hours, they finally arrived at their destination. It was a large cave etched in the side of a mountain. Silence ushered Kyle into the cave. Kyle looked around in amazement. The cave was massive. The ceiling must have been at least 50 feet high and there were chairs, more like thrones, molded from polished stones. And a small pit glowing with embers. While Kyle was still admiring the cave, Silence sat down and signaled Kyle over. Kyle walked over, although somewhat timidly as he knew that if these creatures wanted, he would be dead in a matter of seconds. Kyle sat next to the dragon and waited. He knew he couldn't make the dragon talk and the dragon had signaled him, so he obviously wanted something. The blue dragon slowly stretched out his neck and put his muzzle on Kyle's chest taking in a deep breath. Kyle started to panic. "Crap he's sniffing me! Does he want to eat me?" The dragon, recognizing the panic abruptly sat up and looked Kyle in the eye. "I remember you." He said, his voice no louder than a whisper. Kyle was a bit taken back as he didn't expect the dragon to talk at all, let alone "remember" him. The dragon's voice was indeed deep but also had a strange softness to it. "What do you mean, remember, I've never seen a dragon in my life." "But I've seen you. You used to play in my forest before the humans started building and I was called into the sanctuary." Stated the dragon. "I would watch you hours on end as you never seemed to tire and always had respect for nature." Kyle sat there wondering how something as big as him had gone undetected. "Would you like some food? I was having some prepared." Silence then reached down and pulled a deer carcass out of the embers in a large fire pit. After a long silent dinner, Kyle tried to break the silence. "Why is it that you talk to me and not anyone else?" "There was just no need to talk to anyone. I managed fine not talking right?" "I guess but..." before Kyle could ask again, Silence cut him off. "Enough, I am tired and it has been a long day for you as well." Kyle was escorted deeper into the cave, opening into another chamber. Almost the same as the last, however this one had a bed laden with furs silks and other exotic fabrics. Silence walked over to one side of the bed and got comfy underneath the blankets. He then looked over and noticed that Kyle was still just standing there. "You gonna sleep standing up?" "No, but I don't have any sleeping clothes." "Then strip it all down." "Wouldn't that be a little gay? I mean I'm not like that." Silence stared for a second. "You humans and your modesty." He rolled onto one side. "Just take off those garments and get in." Kyle hesitantly stripped down to nothing and slowly got into the bed, staring as far away from the dragon as he could. Try as he might though he was slowly drawn to the dragon, whether it be for some heat, or comfort, he just ended up laying right next to Silence and thinking of the days events. Although he might never see his family or friends again at least someone cared. He then rolled over and clutched Silence, burying his head into his chest. The dragon just looked down upon this human snuggling against him, and rested a hand on his head. "Silence, what is your real name?" asked Kyle. "I really need to know." Silence thought for a second. "Ok but you must not tell anyone, and I mean anyone. It's Tuuvean. And that isn't my real name, I don't know what my real name is, but this is my self proclaimed name." As Tuuvean said this, it felt as if something huge had been taken off his shoulders and something filled the hole in his life. He truly smiled for the first time in ages, and gripped Kyle tightly, letting out tears of joy. They held onto each other finally feeling that something that was once lost, was found. \*\*\* "Hey, hey, Kyle? Can you hear me?" "Yes, where am I, and who are you?" "Oh it's just me, Ayia. And you're in a dream. It's much easier to contact you this way that to fly two thousand stretches. Anyway, I'm afraid I have bad news. There is no way back to your world. That was the last entrance that we sealed, I'm sorry. " "I understand" Kyle thought back to his family and friends, but his mind was drawn to something else. Even through all the sorrow of loosing everything, one person was still there for him. A large blue figure appeared in his dream as he thought of him. "Do you want to live with him right now? I'm sure he wont mind, and if he does, he won't object." Ayia chuckled a little. Kyle laughed to but only because she meant he wouldn't talk. "Yeah, Ill stay here." \*\*\* The dream faded and Kyle slowly awoke. Light appeared in the far end of the cave from the rising sun, however he refused to move. It just felt to good to and he did not want to let go of Tuuvean. Kyle pulled his head up and looked at Tuuvean. He was already awake and staring right back at Kyle. He leaned in and kissed Kyle on the lips. Kyle returned the kiss before he knew what he was doing but then pulled back. "No, no, I mean I'm not gay." "There really is no gay or straight only love, and it doesn't matter who it is, what it is, or what sex it is." Kyle sat there for awhile, finding his own feelings and thinking of what Tuuvean just said. He once again looked at the dragon and Kissed him deeply, allowing his tongue to slip into his mouth, savoring the taste and enjoying the sensation of a serpentine tongue in his mouth. After a few minutes of kissing and cuddling, they broke. "Ayia says I can never go back to my homeland. Can I stay with you?" "Of course you can." They sat there a little longer, enjoying each other's body heat and scent. Kyle thought back once again to his childhood memories and how he had always longed to be a dragon. Now he may have his chance! He was around dragons, who could use magic. It might work. "Hey Tuuvean what's it like to be a dragon?" "hehe you want to become one?" "How did you know?" asked Kyle. "I could just see it in the way you were thinking and speaking. You actually want that?" "Yes" Kyle answered, "I'd give anything to be one." "Well there is a way, but from what I've heard, it's extremely painful, and there is no going back. Also it must be done in a way that might not appeal to you." Kyle sat still. He could handle the pain, as for never going back, well there was no way to even get home, but what did he mean by not appealing? "Ok, what do I have to do?" "Let's head to the hot springs" The dragon and human got up from the bed and walked down a small corridor. The smell of sulfur was a tell tale sign that there were hot springs nearby. Once again the corridor opened into a large chamber and in the center there was a large steaming bath. Kyle slowly waded in followed by Tuuvean. Tuuvean sat down on a small ridge around the edge of the pool so his torso was out but the rest was underneath the water. He signaled Kyle over to sit on his lap. Kyle did and pressed his head against the large dragon's chest. "What needs to happen?" "Well the most sacred thing to us is our seed. It holds the secrets to life, and who we are. So by receiving it, it would also allow you to change what makes you, you into what makes us, us." Kyle looked up at Tuuvean and nodded. "I can handle it, as long as it's from you" "I was hoping you would say that." Tuuvean moved his hand down in the water to Kyle's member and gently grasped it. He took one taloned finger and ran it on the underside causing Kyle to tense up and moan. His member quickly became erect under this teasing. Tuuvean locked Kyle in another deep kiss as he sped up the pace. "First we have to get your seed out. So mine can take hold." Kyle started to main and buck into the long scaly hand as a finger slipped deep inside him gently massaging his prostate. Kyle had never had this happen before and as soon as it did, it sent him over the edge. He bucked, moaned and shot the biggest load he ever had into the water. Tuuvean looked down at his own, now stiff member. He slowly lifted Kyle and gently placed the tip of his ebony cock right on Kyle's hole and slowly let him down onto it. Kyle gasped from the pain and gritted his teeth. "Just relax, it will get better." Tuuvean shuddered at the amazing pleasure running through his body due to Kyle's tightness. He slowly brought Kyle down the rest of the way, plunging his length into Kyle's depths. Once again Kyle was lifted, and once again impaled his anal ring being stretched. Kyle was just starting to notice how wonderful this felt, the large rock hard cock rubbing back and forth on his prostate. Kyle moaned and arched his back, but was hushed by a kiss from Tuuvean as his long head snaked around. They sat there rocking for minutes on end until finally Tuuvean shot a hot sticky load deep into Kyle. They both just sat there for awhile, basking in the after glow, until Kyle noticed his stomach started to feel a bit strange. He let out a muffled grunt as a pain slowly descended into his body. Tuuvean noticed this and picked up Kyle and laid him down on the ground beside the pool. Kyle curled into a ball and laid on his side as the pain got worse and then faded, Kyle sat up and looked at himself, eagerness for his new body, but realized nothing had changed. He looked over at Tuuvean puzzled. Suddenly there was a sickening \*crack\*. Kyle's vision faded from the extreme pain for a second, he then looked at his legs, the pain overwhelming. His bones kept rearranging themselves by breaking and moving, Kyle laid back screamed and convulsed, with Tuuvean right there holding his hand. Kyle's legs had been completely transformed. His heel and ankles had moved up making his legs become more bestial. His toes had molded together to make three along with large black talons. Kyle started to convulse again, his voice now lost, at a quickly forming tail. His tailbone had stretched out all his skin and small spines were slowly protruding from his skin along his tail and spinal cord. Each one broke the skin, causing blood to spurt from his back. The tail was now reaching an impressive length of five feet with small spines protruding all the way to the end. The tip was a large blade shaped spine, larger than all the rest. On Kyle's back his shoulder blades began rapidly expanding, starching, breaking and rearranging. Small tips protruded from his skin and began to rapidly fill out into wings, stretching out, becoming longer, and a thick mucus that covered it began to form into a thin membrane. Kyle's chest began to puff out his ribcage expanding and his organs growing. His neck began to stretch out, and his head felt as though a vice grip was tightening over it, changing the shape. Even in his mouth, new sharper teeth were forming pushing out all his old ones and becoming much sharper. Kyle's ears quickly shrank to nothing, and small protrusions came out of his cheekbones. Finally the pain seemed to stop and Kyle was just strong enough to roll over and throw up. Tuuvean looked at Kyle and chuckled lovingly. "Do not worry the worst part is over. The rest is actually quite enjoyable." Kyle stood up, wobbly, however due to his new legs. When he stood all the way up, Tuuvean started laughing. "What, what's wrong?" "Nothing, you just look funny, completely human outside on a dragon skeletal system." He chuckled some more. "Don't worry, the rest will develop soon." Before he had even finished he sentence however, Kyle noticed a small rippling sensation under his skin. Muscles were slowly forming al over, especially on his cock. As they grew it felt like a massage and his member slowly started to grow. It grew and grew, Kyle was amazed by how much bigger it was getting than it was originally. Where as it used to only get around to six inches, it was now up to thirteen. He felt down and touched it, and a shock of pleasure ran through him, just like the very first time he ever explored himself. He proceeded to his balls and gasped, not only were they more sensitive, they were about the size of an orange. While he was doing this the rest of his body was growing, muscles starting to bulge in places he never knew existed. His pecks filled out nicely, small lines forming around the sinew. His arms filled out and he touched them, they were hard as rocks and HUGE! His legs also filled out like a really powerful runner. Muscles moved up his back attaching themselves to his newly grown wings. After admiring himself he moved back to his new balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. It felt so good! He had to get off, he felt like he was going to explode. He started to stroke his member, but Tuuvean stopped him. "You're not done yet." "There's so much pressure." Klye moaned. "And there will be plenty of time for that later. Look" Kyle looked and once again something was happening. Jet black scales were quickly traveling up his legs. They began to cover his entire body, until his newly shaped head was covered. They then started to change the spines up his back black as well, but they were tipped with a dark green. Kyle admired himself some more when suddenly he felt something warm and wet engulf his still rock hard cock. Tuuvean was quickly slurping at it, his tongue tracing over the sensitive head while the sides of his sharp teeth massaged the base of the cock. Tuuvean's hand grabbed the balls and slowly started to roll them around while suckling. Kyle was Moaning in complete ecstasy and it didn't take long for the already exited dragon to shoot his load. It came harder and longer than ever before and felt twice as good. Tuuvean slurped up as much as he could but some still managed to slip out of his maw and onto the floor and on his feet. They slowly retreated back to the water and locking themselves in a deep passionate kiss. Authors notes Ok so I know there was not too much yiff in this one, but there will be a sequel, with more yiff, and maybe more after that, if I get more ideas. This is only my second story, but I still hope that you enjoyed it. As you can all see my writing is not perfect. Which is why I have people proof it, however this time my proofreader was really busy so i tried it myself. I right my storys on a private wiki so if anyone would like to join, write storys and have them proofread, contact CryptoQuick. Also please post your thoughts. it doesnt really take all that long, and it really helps. If you really dont want to do that, you can always email me or IM me (kamekazibanshee)

Title: White Rabbit by Bevan Tags: Anal, Crossdressing, Cuddling, Knot, M/M, Missionary, Rabbit, Tie, Wolf I wasn't expecting to do a follow up for the rather short story I'd wrote a few days ago, but at the urging of my own creativity and a few appreciative readers I decided to give it a shot. I'm fairly happy with how I write, but I know I can get better, especially with regards to the sexual part of my stories. As always, any criticism is welcome, good or bad. I won't go off and delete my scribblings like a cry baby because of a few harsh words, especially if they're deserved. As always, don't read this if you aren't into the whole 'furry sex' dealy or of legal age for your given territory. The characters belong to me, but copyrighted names and products belong to their respective owners. Enjoy. --- "Yeah, yeah ma- I know we were gonna go out tonight but one of the guys asked me to help him with his homework. What? What guy?" Eric paused, head tilting to the left. 'Sue' He thought. 'Gonna head home with the school boy slut and cum on his-' "Garry." He blurted out. "Yeah ma, he's from the team. Look- I gotta go. Yeah ma, I love you too. Bye." A drop of water smacked him on the nose just after he stuck his phone into the kneepad pocket of his tights. The clouds that had been lurking in the distance during practice were now looming ominously above, threatening to open up at any moment. Though there were hours of sunlight left, the dark, billowing shroud above let almost none of it through. Those that hadn't felt the rain drops of the coming storm almost certainly sensed it in one way or another. It could be felt in the increasingly insistent wind or smelled in the air, he could even taste it on the tip of his tongue with every breath he took. All in all the clouded sky was a fitting background for the turmoil he felt inside of him. In one day he'd found out his girl was a whore, how much he actually cared about her, and... That he swung both ways. He'd fucked a boy- But not just any boy, he fucked Sue. Sue, the school boy-girl, Sue, the single most flamboyant, ragingly homosexual person he'd ever laid eyes on. If he'd been caught in the act, well, Eric would have been both a laughing stock and a social pariah by the last bell. No number of beatings could have stopped those rumors from spreading, not even with an ass kicking machine. Yet here he was, standing by the curb in his football uniform, smelling like sex, sweat and cigarette smoke waiting for Sue. Any minute now he'd be pulling up in his car to pick Eric up. He wasn't standing right out in front of the school or anything, but there were still people around him... Lots of people, getting into buses, into cars, walking out across the parking lot. The one good thing was that most of them were all focused on getting the hell away from the school, or trying to find shelter from the rainstorm barreling down on them. In the back of his mind he couldn't help but wonder why he was willing to risk getting caught with Sue, or why he was so eager to head home with the boy. Maybe he was trying to forget what he felt when he saw his girl on her knees for another guy. Maybe he felt nothing at all, and was trying to fill the void with the first warm thing to come along. A cheery 'Honk honk' snapped him out of his mental wandering, his amber eyes focusing on the shiny blue Honda Civic that had abruptly appeared at the curbside in front of him. 'At least it's not a Prius' Eric thought. A tinted window slid down and Sue leant over, looking way up at the black wolf. Sue had taken the time to clean himself up in the half hour they'd been apart, just after Eric's knot finally subsided, and just before school ended. He'd redone his smudged makeup, beaten his hair back to perfection, and covered his torn blouse with a long grey jacket. Still, someone with a keen sense of smell or someone that just paid attention to their surroundings could easily pick up on the scent of wolf musk and cum coming off him. No quick spritz of perfume would be enough to cover that up. Eric was just lucky that most of the sports players smelled of musk and hormones when they walked off the field- No one batted an eye at him. "Getting in?" Eric opened the door and plopped into the passenger seat, nearly whacking his head on the side of the roof. Somewhere in the back of his head, he began to wonder once more. Did anyone see? Did anyone recognize his jersey, or Sue's car, or look over at them at just the right time to see him get in? He was tense at first, but the tinted windows and his own growing sense of... Distance from himself, of numbness, did much to still his mind. They were but one car in a procession of many, a long line of buses, vans and sedans that stretched from one end of the parking lot to the next. Even if someone saw, even if they were trying to pick them out of the crowd, it'd be tough. Sue must have picked up on the distance in his eyes or the shuffle in his step, because he didn't try to provoke a conversation. He concentrated on the road, which was growing hard to see behind a thickening curtain of rain. It started to pour before they'd even made it out of the parking lot, sending predators and prey alike scurrying in all directions behind them. Eric's eyes focused on the wipers slapping back and fourth across the windshield, their hypnotic motion and rhythmatic sound playing the part of music to soothe his savage beast. In a few short hours he'd swung through rage, denial, sadness, lust, and... For a brief time after their bathroom tryst, peace. Satisfaction. Calm. It wasn't just the afterglow, no... Was it the warmth of Sue's body sitting back in his lap? Had it been his small, drifting paws, wandering so affectionately across his body? 'You're going with him because you want to feel that again' A voice whispered in his mind. It was maybe a ten or fifteen minute drive through the city and into the suburbs, but Eric wasn't really paying attention to the time. It was as though the car was a little bubble, a sanctuary from time, space, and the thundering skies outside. If he'd been his normal self, he might have commented on the almost freakishly clean interior of the car, or the guard house they had to stop at before entering Sue's neighborhood. As it was, he didn't say one word as they passed row after row of ticky tackey white houses that all looked just the same. Eric was almost sad when the car turned into a driveway and pulled into a garage, the door of which was opened and closed via a clicker above Sue's visor. The end of their journey also meant the end of his mental sanctuary. "C'mon." Sue nudged him in the short ribs, spurring Eric to climb out of the car. The garage was just as clean and tidy as the interior of Sue's car, devoid of oil stains, old fishing poles or a single pile of junk. Everything was seemingly hidden away in rows Rubbermaid boxes stacked on metal shelves, all blue, all labeled with a strip of painter's tape and a sharpie. It had the aura of a place that was never worked in, and never changed. Sue walked around the hood of the car and grabbed one of his hands, tugging him towards a door that led into the house. "Lets go before my parents get home, alright? Just because they know I'm gay doesn't mean I want them smelling me like this." "You're gay?" Eric feebly joked, mumbling the words. Sue didn't even look back when he flipped Eric off, leading the wolf through a spacious kitchen, dining room and living room all as spotless and orderly as the garage. Aside from their scents, even the air itself was sanitized, smelling faintly of Lysol and the sickly sweet odor of chemicals imitating flowers. Up a flight of stairs they went, past a polished banister and fogged glass light fixtures. They didn't go far down the upstairs hallway before Sue shoved open a door, pulling Eric into what the wolf guessed was his bedroom. It had white walls like the rest of the house, lacking for color or decoration but for a single poster that caught the wolf's attention. Eric turned and openly stared at a large picture which consumed a long stretch of wall near Sue's bed. It bore a gruesome drawing of a pig's head in black and red, perched on the tip of a spear. Some form of solid black flowers and vines sprouted from it's brow and ears. "What the fuck?" Those were the only words he could think of. In the pristine suburban home, with it's vacuumed floors and spotless interior, the last thing he expected to find was a gigantic, gory picture. If the wolf even dreamt of putting such a thing up in his room, his parents would have him to the shrink faster than you could say 'Columbine'. "It's a pig's head." Sue said, as if it were a perfectly natural thing to have on his wall. Maybe for him, it was. "Why?" Eric asked, glancing between the rabbit and his poster. "Why... A pig's head?" "It's a rasterbation of a book cover- Lord of the Flies, one of my favorites. I'm kinda big into reading." Sue waved a paw, gesturing at three nearly full bookshelves lining the opposite wall, right beside his computer desk. Sue let his hand go and started to walk away, his jacket and blouse slipping off his slender white shoulders and onto the floor. "You gonna stare at my picture all day, or you gonna come take a bath with me?" Sue asked, smirking over his shoulder at him. Eric gave one parting glance at the picture and turned to follow, stripping his clothes off as he went. He was wearing nothing but his stained jockstrap when he stopped behind Sue, watching the rabbit before him, bent over and messing with the tub's valves. The way Sue's red lace panties stretched, arching beautifully across the rounded curves of his eye catching hips... He'd be lying if he said it didn't make his heart beat short. Whether it was Sue himself or the lust the rabbit coaxed out of him, the numb shell around his mind was rapidly cracking. "You get in first, I'll- " Eric snatched Sue up into his burly arms the second the rabbit stood up, sweeping him right off his feet. Sue yelped in surprise and grabbed handfuls of the fur on his chest, clinging for dear life and laughing as Eric stepped into the filling tub and splashed down into the steamy water. "You're supposed to take your underwear off first!" Sue half-heartedly protested. A second later he was curling on his side against Eric's chest, nuzzling under the wolf's jaw. Their hands absentmindedly wandered over each other's bodies as the water rose around them, threatening to spill over the edge by the time Sue managed to fumble the knobs shut with his feet. "Can I ask you something?" Sue asked, rolling over onto his belly to look Eric in the eyes, nose to nose with the wolf. "Why'd you... Why are you here with me?" Eric sat up a little, using the curved, sloping back of the tub to brace himself against. His face was blank as his mind as he stared back into Sue's pretty blue eyes, as peaceful as the tranquil water surrounding them. He grasped for an answer, rooting blindly through his mind, but came up empty. "I don't know. I... I'm feeling kinda weird." Sue smiled a little, leaning up with his hands on the wolf's chest for a better look at his face. "Kinda queer, you mean?" Eric smirked just a tiny bit, shaking his head. "If you don't wanna talk about it, I get it, I was just-" "I caught my girlfriend cheating on me." Sue winced like he was slapped. It was odd to see such a cute face screwed up in such in ugly expression, like watching a porcelain doll grimace. "Jesus, I'm, I'm sorry." Eric looked away at the tiled wall beside him. Sue's paw tugged at the side of his muzzle, coaxing his gaze back on the rabbit's face. "It's not your fault. You're strong, handsome and sweet, and if that bitch didn't know what she had then fuck her! She doesn't deserve you." "She's not a bitch." Sue opened his mouth to unleash another torrent of insults, but Eric spoke first. "She's a cock magnet." Sue broke out in laughter and Eric followed, laughing loud enough to temporarily blot out the thunder booming above them. The lights in the bathroom dimmed, flashing on and off for a brief second as a particularly loud thunderclap cut their laughter short. After an exchange of worried glances, the two boys reluctantly climbed out of the tub. They left a trail of water behind them that led all the way to Sue's bed, and ended with two pairs of soaking wet underwear. Eric laid back on the large bed, a limb spread out in every direction and his eyes all but closed. He didn't know how big it was, but from what little he knew of Sue, he was guessing it was a queen. "God." Sue murmured as slid his body over Eric's once more, sitting on his knees with his rump straddling Eric's lower thighs. "You're so beautiful." Sue murmured, his hands tracing up the wolf's stomach. His claws took their sweet time wandering upwards, dipping into every little valley of muscle they found on their way up to his torso. Eric snorted at the rabbit's words, holding back a laugh. "What?" Sue asked, tearing his eyes away from Eric's body to look the wolf in the eye. "Beautiful ain't really the word I'd use, it's more for people like you than people like me." Sue blushed, averting his eyes to wolf's navel. "You're prettier than at least half the girls in school, and if you were on the cheerleading squad, I know I wouldn't lose a single game." The rabbit's budding smile was accompanied by a girlish giggle. "I wouldn't have guessed that a guy like you would be so... So sweet." Eric reached up to take Sue's shoulders in his paws, gingerly drawing the rabbit down across his body until their lips met. They both looked into each other's eyes as their tongues edged forward, cautiously brushing against one another. Eric felt Sue's dainty fingers squeezing at his upper arms as they wound their tongues deeper into one another's muzzles, driven less by lust, and more by a warm, mutual affection. There was no rush for pleasure. There was no sprinting to the finish line, no cut to the chase for fear of being caught. They could take their time in appreciating the simple pleasure of having a body pressed close, and in the joy that just a kiss could bring. Every second Eric spent with his tongue in Sue's mouth left him wanting another two, and every time their eyes met, he wanted it to just last forever. "Eric?" Sue whispered when their lips drifted apart, both of them panting for air and sharing one another's breath. "Yeah?" The wolf asked, running one hand through the rabbit's blonde locks. Sue bit his lip and looked away, the ivory color of his buck teeth clashing wonderfully with the ruby red of his lips. Eric wouldn't have guessed that the boy that was screaming for his knot just an hour or so ago could be so timid, so shy, so... Cute. "I want you... I want you to, to- " "Fuck you?" Sue laughed and put his hand over his eyes, unable to look at Eric as he tried to form the words. "No! I mean, yes! I mean- Shit! I- I want you... I want you to lay me down on my back, so... So I can see your face this time." Sue cracked his fingers open, his big blue eyes peering out hopefully at Eric. Eric grabbed him by the wrist to tug his hand away from his face, leant up and drove his tongue so far back in Sue's mouth that the rabbit nearly choked. Sue all but melted against his big black puppy dog, his body folding in like a house of cards. Eric held Sue around the shoulders, rolling the rabbit onto his back with not one ounce of hurry in his motions. With their bodies so close together, Eric could swear he felt Sue's heart pounding against his chest, as surely as his own was beating ever faster. By the time he'd gotten Sue on his back, the wolf's erection was digging at his belly like bone begging to be buried. There was something about Sue that got his blood boiling on a primal level, something that sent sparks flying when their lips touched. Maybe it was just how damn gorgeous he was, or maybe it was a sense of the forbidden, but whatever it was, Eric wanted all that Sue was willing to give. "B-Be gentle." Sue pleaded as Eric pushed his thighs apart one by one, exposing a little pink pucker to his hungry eyes. His legs folded around Eric's waist, joining together in a white x that all but promised to never let him go. Eric found his mouth going dry as he took his dick in his hand and pointed it between Sue's cheeks, aiming the oozing head right at Sue's star. 'Just do it.' His mind and body demanded, even as he hesitated. 'Just put it in! It was good the first time!' He looked up at Sue, who was looking right back at him, wriggling in place, unable to sit still as he watched the wolf positioning himself at his backdoor. Sue's hands lifted together, placing themselves on either side of his face, his fingers tangling in the wolf's short, black hair. "Do it." He murmured, echoing the voices in Eric's head. Eric closed his eyes, drew a short breath and leant his whole body forward to fall over Sue's. A growl welled up from somewhere deep within him as felt Sue's tight ring of flesh slowly yielding to him, letting him ease the first of eleven inches into body. The dusky length of his dick was just as dark as the rest of his body, and at the widest point of his knot, the wolf could have been a pinch wider than a soda can. It wasn't easy for Sue to take him, but the fact that he'd been tied earlier, and the fact that there was still gobs of cum left inside him to ease Eric's cock along did a whole lot to help. Eric never felt anything like it before- As slow as it was, it was wholly different than the last go around. He could feel it every time Sue took in a sharp breath, every time he clenched down around his dick, even in the slightest way. It was like warm, wet velvet was wrapped around his dick tighter than a condom two sizes too small and he was loving every second. It was rough, real rough trying to push in the last few inches, even on Eric. Sue's body became one big vice crushing down on his dick, all the while the rabbit was yanking at his hair. Eric had to grab him by the wrists and pin them to the bed to keep from losing his scalp. The expression on Sue's face was unlike any he'd seen before, not in porn, not in movies, not even on his girl friend's face when they were in the sack. It was unable to rest, as if it were locked into a permanent state of change, flickering from one expression, one emotion to the next. Pleasure, pain, love, hate, desire and distress. His voice was just as raw and primal as his expressions, wordless and guttural, not unlike a wounded animal but one that drew joy from it's misfortune. Sue didn't need words to tell Eric what he wanted, what he was really feeling. It was in the sweat that poured off his body, their bodies, in the musk that was filling the room from wall to wall, in the ankles drawing in Eric's body. More- He wanted more, they both did, not just more- Everything, every last bit of each other's bodies, every last drop of cum, every ounce of energy until there was nothing left. Everything, nothing less would do, and that was what Eric was giving to Sue. Eric's eyes practically rolled back in his head as he felt the last bit of space separating them disappear, vanish, consumed by mutual desire. Feeling his balls resting on a downy, tear drop tail, like a pillow made just for him, feeling Sue's legs drawn around him, feeling the heat pouring out of the rabbit's body and into his own- It made his head spin, and his knot swell. Eric dragged his dick back a short distance and hesitated before easing himself back in, resisting every instinctual urge that was screaming at him to pound Sue like he did earlier. He was letting Sue's body get to know him, to stretch for him, to get used to the shape of the dick crashing in and gently receding like a wave breaking on the beach. No full on pounding, no using his body as a tool to vent his own rage, no. The difference between then and now was simple, even if Eric didn't see it. Before, he was fucking Sue, but now... Now he was making love to him, he was even afraid of hurting him. Somewhere, sometime without even realizing it, he'd started to care for the rabbit he'd met but a few hours ago. As Eric's thrusts grew more regular, more demanding, the bed began to creak and groan with every rock of his hips. The protest of the aging springs was drowned out by their ragged pants, their urgent cries, the rain lashing at the bedroom window and the ever more boisterous storm above. It was as if everything around them was growing closer to popping right along with them, as if the world itself was ready to gush with the same elation, the same ecstasy that the young lovers felt within them. It might have been but a few minutes, maybe five at the most since he'd lanced into Sue's body once more but to Eric, it had felt like five hours. Five hours filled with perspiration and gasping, with both feeling life beneath his fingers, and feeling alive himself. The voices that were screaming in his mind to give into instinct were now howling in unison, howling loud and proud like the feral ancestors in his distant past, all but begging for him to join them. Who was he to say no? The force of his howl alone made Sue cow his ears back behind his head, shielding them from the reverberations bouncing off the walls. Sue barely had the energy left to join him with a shrill mimicry of his lover's cry, his alpha's howl. For the second time that day, Eric's slammed his hips into Sue over and over again like a wild beast until his knot forced it's way into his pucker and locked them both together. He could feel Sue's muscles drawing shut around him in response, as if they were trying to keep it out but were a few seconds too late. Every time Sue's body tried to force him back, his hips jerked to root him that much more, his body doing everything it could to get that next shot of cum further in than the last. With the last bit of strength left in his dwindling reserves, and the last bit of thought left in his rapidly emptying mind, Eric rolled over on his back like a hound without any fight left in him. All he could do was lay there, lay there and breathe, lay there and stare at the exhausted, beautiful face looking down at him. Once more tied together, once more bound by the fruit of their lust, the two weakened, weary but altogether happy lovers gradually fell to sleep without a single word between them. There would be time for talking in the morning, but for now, for them, there was only time for peace.

Title: How NYC Changed Us Tags: brother, sister, incest, taboo, twins, love *Hope you enjoy the story. Thank you MindsMirror for your inspiration. All parties involved in sex are above the age of 18. Chapter 1 is slow to build and leads to the back story of Chapter 2. It took over 13 months for me to complete this one. A big thanks to Todger65 for editing.* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* How New York City Changed US. Chapter 1: On Vacation with Mom and Little sister. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "I can't believe you two have been gone for over two years without me seeing you. I missed you kids." Teresa said to her twin children Justin and Zoe as they came out of the terminal at the airport in Nashville, Tennessee. They had been off to Columbia University for the last two years studying hard to earn their degrees. Zoe was going for her Law Degree while Justin was going to be an Accountant. "I missed you too mom, you have no idea how much." Zoe said as she hugged her mother. "Hey mom, nice to see you as well." Justin said to her. "I missed both of you. Are you ready to go on a family vacation? Zoe, I love your hair, it's all frizzled out." She asked them. "Yep, I've changed some things and my hair is one of them. I've also missed Lizzy." Zoe said to her mother. "She has missed the both of you too. I have to pick her up in forty-five minutes as her soccer practice will be over." They walked to the SUV from the main entrance of the Airport. "So, what have you two been up to? Do you like New York City?" Teresa asked them as she started the car. "Yeah, New York City is never asleep. You can always find a party and I've met so many people up there, but I've always had my big brother with me." Zoe said and looked at Justin as her mother began to leave the parking lot. "So, how are your classes coming along?" She asked. "They are going great. I have a 3.89 GPA while my big brother here has a 3.88 GPA." Zoe said teasing her brother as she has him beat by just one decimal point. "Well, just as long as you're both making good grades and getting a good Ivy League education. Your father would have been proud of you both." Teresa said thinking about Michael. Their father was killed in a plane crash four years ago while flying to a corporate conference in South Korea for his company. She was devastated by his death as it left her with Elizabeth who just turned six, ten days prior to his death. "How is Lizzy?" Justin asked. "She's doing ok. Her soccer skills are really good and her grades are all A's. She has been looking forward to both of you coming along to Disney World." Teresa said to them as she drove them to the soccer practice field next to the school. "Well, we've been looking forward to coming home and seeing you both." Justin said as their mother made a left turn and on to the interstate. A few minutes later she pulled in the parking lot of the school soccer field and turned around to look at Justin and Zoe. "We're here!" They each got out and went towards the field as they saw the team practicing and Lizzy was running down the field with the ball. She kicked the ball to a teammate who was further down the field. The other player kicked the ball into the net scoring a goal. The coach then blew the whistle and the team came over to huddle up. A few moments later and the team broke the huddle and Lizzy came running towards them. "Mom! ZOE!! Justin!!" She said ecstatic to their presence. "Hey Lizzy!" Zoe said as she came running and hugged her. "Hey Zoe! Welcome home." Lizzy said. "Hi Justin!" She added as she broke the hug with Zoe and hugged Justin. Justin rode in the front while Zoe and Lizzy talked about school, soccer and other things while their mother drove to the house. Zoe told Lizzy much about New York City. Fifteen minutes later Zoe and Justin arrived at home seeing the two story home hadn't changed at all in the last two years. They went inside rolling their suitcases behind them. Justin went in first and waited for Zoe. "I'll take your suitcase." Justin said as Zoe stopped inside the door. "Thanks!" Zoe said brushing a patch of hair behind her ear as she looked at Justin. Justin turned around and took her suitcase as well as his up the stairs and disappeared. Zoe looked to the kitchen and went towards it. She got to the fridge and opened it and saw a bottle of water. She grabbed it and closed the door to be scared by Lizzy who said, "BOO!" "Jesus Lizzy!" Zoe said while Lizzy was laughing. "Kids come in here please!" Zoe and Lizzy heard their mother say. They both walked into the living room just as Justin came down the stairs. Zoe sat on the left side of the couch with Lizzy while Justin sat in the chair opposite of their mother. "Kids, we're going to leave at 5am in the morning. I'll drive all the way to Valdosta, Georgia and then let one of you drive." Teresa said to her children. "I guess I could drive mom." Justin said. "Well thank you Justin." Teresa replied. "I ordered pizza for dinner, Ham and pineapple and Pepperoni and Mushrooms for me." \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Later that night, Zoe was in Lizzy's room talking about New York City. "I kind of like the Big Apple! When we're not working on homework or studying, Justin and I usually go out to Central Park or Morningside Park and walk, talk and look at the various things around us. There are so many things for people to do there and you never know who you'll meet." Zoe said to Lizzy who was under the covers. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Lizzy asked. Zoe though for a moment before answering, "Sort of, he and I have a delicate relationship." "Does Justin like him?" Lizzy asked. "Yeah, he does!" Zoe replied, "Anyway, you have your eyes on any boy at school?" She asked. "No, I'm ten!" Lizzy replied. "Yeah Yeah! I know Lizzy! But just remember this, 'Books before boys because boys bring babies!'" Zoe said to Lizzy. "What's that mean?" Lizzy asked. "It means to make sure that you focus on your schooling and graduate before you think about being with a boy. You wanna be able to provide for your children as they grow just like mom and dad have." Zoe said. "Thanks Zoe! I love you and I have missed you the last two years." Lizzy replied. "I know! I'm going to spend as much time with you as I can while we're down at Disney World. Now get some sleep so we can ride and talk tomorrow." Zoe said and kissed Lizzy on the forehead and turned out the lights as she left the room closing her door. Zoe walked down the hall to her room and turned into it to see Justin sitting on the bed reading a book. She was surprised but closed the door. "Hey! What are you doing in here?" She asked. "Waiting for you." He said and stood up and walked towards her. He stepped into her and hugged her gently taking in her smell. He pulled back and looked at Zoe in the eyes. He inched forwarded until his lips came into contact with hers. She kissed him back passionately yet quietly. They stayed connected for a mere minute before breaking apart. "Justin, I love you!" Zoe said and pushed her head into his neck and shoulder. She held him silent for a mere moment before she released him and stood back. "You need to go get in bed as we're all getting up early in the morning." "I love you Zoe! Good night!" Justin said to her as he turned and opened her bedroom door and slowly closed it behind him. Zoe turned around and looked at her bed which lay pretty much the way she left it two years before now. She looked at the vertical mirror seeing herself in it. She looked at her auburn colored hair that was long enough to reach the tip of her shoulders. She moved her hands down and pulled at her shirt and slowly pulling it over her head leaving her clad in a dark red bra that kept her boobs pushed up. Zoe reached behind herself and unclasped the bra letting it fall away. She looked at her 36C breasts seeing the half inch saucers around her perky nipples. She moved her hands up and cupped them feeling how firm they were. She moved her hands lower and felt the hardness of her blue jeans wrapped around her thin frame. She undid the button and pushed them down letting the zipper slowly unzip itself as she pushed. She pushed until they fell down, no longer supported by her hips and thighs. She stood there seeing herself in the light blue boy shorts that she was wearing. She spread her legs and kicked the jeans off one leg at a time. She looked at the mirror seeing her legs before she turned and looked at her bag. She then grabbed a shirt out and put it on before lying on the bed. Zoe looked at her phone and swiped the password on the screen allowing it to bring it to the home screen. She pulled up the messenger app and looked at the last one received which was from Justin. 'I love you Zoe, good night and sweet dreams.' Justin sent to her all of ten minutes ago. 'I love you, tomorrow we can be together. Good night!' Zoe replied. Zoe lay in the bed looking at her phone and seeing the picture of herself and Justin taken at a bar on Broadway near SoHo. She looked at the smiles on both their faces and then moved to the next picture showing both of them in a beautiful kiss with each other just a few weeks ago. She turned the phone off and laid it upon the nightstand next to her bed and pulled the covers up covering everything minus her head. Slowly, Zoe drifted off to sleep hoping for a good vacation. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Zoe awoke to the sun beaming in her eyes as the car traveled down the interstate. She guessed that they must be in Atlanta from the skyline showing several tall buildings. "Where are we?" Zoe asked. "Atlanta, you slept like a log." Lizzy replied as she was looking out the window to the tall buildings in front of them. "Can we stop in a bit, I need to pee." Zoe said out loud. "Just as soon as we get clear of Atlanta and then we can stop to eat." Teresa said to her children as she drove with traffic on both sides being a Wednesday morning. "Okay, just not to long please." Zoe replied as she looked over to Justin who was still asleep. An hour later Teresa pulled the Chevy Traverse into the parking lot of a gas station, next to a diner in the City of Forsyth, which was just off of I-75. Zoe shook Justin to wake him up. "Where are we?" Justin asked sitting next to Zoe. "We're in a city called Forsyth. Get up and get moving, go pee and then meet us inside the diner." Zoe said and opened the door to the left passenger side and stepped out. She walked with Lizzy to the door of the diner and disappeared inside. Zoe used the bathroom and waited for Lizzy to finish. She brushed her hair with a small comb that she had in her purse. A minute later Lizzy came out of the stall and washed her hands. They then walked out of the bathroom and ran into their mom and Justin waiting to be seated. "Bout time you two." Justin said to them. "Right this way folks." The female hostess said to them. They followed her in and to a booth. Justin sat with his mom while Lizzy went in first with Zoe sitting on the outside. They all sat looking at the menu's pondering what they were going to eat. Zoe decided instantly upon a waffle, two eggs over easy and two sausage patties with a cup of orange juice. She looked over at Lizzy seeing her still looking at the menu, "You need help deciding?" Zoe asked. "No, I know what I want. Hash browns, bacon and eggs." Lizzy said closing the menu which earned a giggle from their mother. "You are so headstrong Lizzy." Teresa said them and added, "I guess I'll have some eggs and bacon with raisin toast." "I guess I'll have a waffle, eggs, bacon and sausage." Justin added. "When are you going to start eating healthy? I've told you many of times about what that will do to your cholesterol..." Zoe said feeling somewhat annoyed and caught the attention of their mother. "Are you two okay?" Teresa asked them. "Yeah mom, we're good. Zoe has been after me to change my eating habits." Justin replied looking at Zoe just as the waitress came to take their orders. They ordered one by one until finally she had written everything down. Zoe watched as the waitress walked away swaying her hips as she went. "So, the resort we're staying at is close the Epcot Center which has a lot of attractions and things for all of us to do." Teresa said to her children who all looked sleepy considering they were awoken at 4am. "Justin do you feel like driving when we leave?" She asked feeling tired herself. "Yeah, I can mom." Justin replied as he saw a large convoy of Police cars pull into the diner parking lot. He looked closer and saw that all of them were Georgia State Troopers. He looked oddly at them and saw them starting to walk towards the diner. One by one, each trooper walked in with family members. All in all, about eighty people entered the diner which caught the attention of everyone as their waitress came back with drinks. "Good thing you guys made it in before they did. Every year around this time, they have a class graduate from the Georgia Public Safety Training Center. Looks like about thirty of them made it this year." The waitress said as she put straws on the table. "Your orders should be done in just a few minutes." She added. "Thank you." Zoe said and took a straw off the table. Zoe pulled out her phone and unlocked it by putting in her code. She pulled up her photo gallery and started showing Lizzy photos that she had taken of New York City. "Lizzy, this is the Empire State Building. This is the Chrysler Building, The New World Trade Center and here are pictures of Times Square." Zoe said continuing to show her photos. She kept scrolling through them and swiped showing a picture of Zoe and Justin kissing at Times Square on New Year's Eve. The photo showed them in a passionate embrace taken by a friend. Lizzy looked at Zoe and then to Justin but didn't say anything as the waitress came out with a tray carrying their food as Zoe put her phone back into her purse. Zoe looked at Lizzy who remained quiet while the waitress was putting food on the table. They all ate their food while looking around the room hearing laughter from various tables coming from the Troopers who were with their families celebrating the graduation. Zoe looked up from her plate at Justin who was finishing his plate. She then looked at their mother who was also finished eating. They waited on Lizzy to finish eating. "Is there anything else I can get you?" Asked the waitress as she came to collect their plates and leave the bill. "Um, I think we're good." Teresa said to her and then she walked away. Teresa took the bill and looked at it. She then took out cash and laid the money with the bill and waited for her to come back by. She did and grabbed the bill and the money. "You can keep the change my dear, thank you for your excellent service." They left the diner after using the restrooms with Justin getting in the driver seat and their mother in the front passenger seat. Zoe got in behind Justin with Lizzy to her right. They all settled into the car as Justin began to leave the diner; they looked at the line of patrol cars in the parking lot. Justin turned out of the diner and a minute later was driving on the I-75 heading south. Lizzy tapped Zoe on her shoulder. "Can we talk?" Lizzy asked. Zoe pulled out her phone and started texting. A few seconds later Lizzy received a text. Text. 'I know you're wondering what that picture means, right?' Lizzy started to text. 'Yes, that kiss! What is going on?' 'It's complicated. I will tell you but you can't say anything to mom.' 'Ok!' Lizzy replied and looked at Zoe. 'Justin and I are more than brother and sister. We love each other very much. In fact, we wanna stay together after we finish college at Columbia.' Zoe replied and looked at Lizzy with a tear running out of her left eye. 'I promise not to say anything. I love you both very much Zoe.' Lizzy replied and moved her hand to Zoe's hand still holding the phone. "Thanks!" Zoe said which made their mother turn around and look at them. "Are you okay Zoe?" Teresa asked. Zoe wiped away the tear and looked at her mother. "Yeah, I'm good." She then looked to the mirror and saw that Justin was also looking at them. Zoe then looked out the window watching as the concrete passed beneath them. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Justin pulled the car into the resort parking lot, which was just a mere mile from the Epcot Center which was a main hub of Disney World. He parked the car and they all stepped out stretching as it had been three hours since they stopped at a rest stop near the Florida-Georgia line. "Okay kids, I'm going to go check us in." Teresa said and walked to the entrance. Justin turned to Zoe looking at her. He walked up to her and brushed her hair in front of Lizzy. "Hey, we're here!" "Lizzy, welcome to Disney World! I hope we all have a good time together." Zoe said looking at her with Justin beside her. From where they were standing, they could see a large sphere and several buildings. Justin pulled out his phone and started snapping shots of Zoe and Lizzy standing there and then turned it and took a selfie. A few minutes later their mother came out shaking her head. She walked over to them and saw them leaning against the car waiting. "Well, good news we can go ahead and go to our room. Bad news is that they over booked the resort and only have one room available." Teresa said watching as Zoe instantly closed her eyes and started counting away trying to keep herself from getting upset. "I was able to upgrade our one room to a double queen for free and they will refund me the price of the second room plus twenty percent of our week's pass and the room has a kitchen." She added trying to put a little positive spin on the situation. "Well darn, I guess we will all spend a lot of quality time with one another." Zoe said looking at Lizzy and Justin next to her. They all jumped into the car and went over to the building where their room was. The resort they were at had it broken down into different areas and named them after Caribbean Islands. The one they were staying in was called Aruba. After their mother parked the car, Justin unloaded the SUV one luggage bag at a time. They all walked up to the building and went to the room which was facing the artificial beach. Teresa opened the door and saw the room which was very large having a couch near the front with a TV mounted to the wall, a small kitchen with a table, then the bathroom followed by the two queen beds which were about eight feet apart. "Wow, this place is large." Zoe said following her mother in to the room with Lizzy and Justin behind her. "It sure is." Lizzy added. Zoe rolled her suitcase to one of the beds with Justin right behind her. "Dibs on the left!" Zoe said and jumped into the bed and smiled at Justin as he went to the right side. "Ok, you can have the left." Justin said as he gently sat on the bed as Lizzy and their mother went to the other bed which was closer to the bathroom. Zoe got up and went towards the kitchen area. She looked out the small window that was above the sink which looked out onto a patio area. "Mom, thank you for the trip. It's beautiful here and warm." Zoe said. "You're welcome kids." Teresa said, "I only wish your father could have been here with us." She added which made Zoe turn around. "Me too mom." Zoe replied and looked at Justin and Lizzy. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Zoe lay on a lounge chair near the artificial beach that was a part of their resort with her mother right beside her while Lizzy was swimming a little ways out in the water. Zoe had her blue bikini on which earned a few looks from men who were lounging with their families. Her top was thin revealing a lot of her upper body covering just the rounds of her breast while her bottom covered her butt and had a thin strap that connected the front and back to maximize her tan. "You know your father would be proud of you and Justin for going to Columbia." Teresa said turning her head and looking at Zoe with big sunglasses on. "I know mom, we both miss him very much." Zoe replied without looking at her mother. "I've missed having you and Justin around. It has been much quieter around the home with you both gone, in fact I've been thinking about getting a dog." Teresa said nonchalantly. "A dog would be a good way to keep you busy." Zoe replied, "But what you really need is a good man to really keep you busy!" She added. "Shut up!" Teresa replied, giggling like a school girl. "Besides, what would you know about a good man?" She asked. "More than you know mom! More than you know!" Zoe said keeping her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. Teresa looked at her but didn't comment wondering who she had hooked up with as she had never mentioned him in text messages or when they talked on the phone. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Later that evening after eating dinner at a nice buffet not too far from the resort, Zoe was standing in the bathroom looking at herself as she brushed her hair. There was a knock at the door. "Can I come in?" Justin asked through the door. "Yeah!" She hollered back. Justin came in to the bathroom and closed the door behind him looking at Zoe. "Hey!" Justin said coming up behind her. "It's been so hard not touching you all day." He said and with his left hand brushed her hair to the side and moved his head to her neck. He began to kiss on her neck very softly as to not leave a mark that could be seen by someone. "I love you Zoe." He added, "I need to brush my teeth so we can go to bed." He moved his hand around her stomach and pulled her into him for a brief moment before letting her go. He then reached for his toothbrush and tooth paste. "I love you Justin, I'll see you in the bed." Zoe said before opening the door and closing it back after she left. As she walked over to the bed, she looked at her mother who was reading a book and Lizzy was already fast asleep. She got to the bed gently lay upon it before falling back and pulling the covers up over her. A few minutes later Justin came out of the bathroom and got in the bed next to Zoe. Their mother closed her book, "Good night kids." She said before turning out the light which was between the two beds. Slowly, Zoe fell asleep holding Justin's left hand underneath the covers. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Teresa awakened the next morning to the sound of birds chirping outside the room. She slowly got up going into the bathroom. When she came out she noticed that Zoe was lying on her side with Justin directly behind her with his arm appearing to be wrapped around her beneath the sheets. She smiled as she remembers seeing the exact same thing when they were in Cozumel, Mexico back when they were ten years old. They were both asleep with Justin's head lying in Zoe's hair. It amazed her how friendly they were with one another instead having a sibling rivalry that she had always heard about. She walked into the kitchen area and started the coffee maker. Thirty minutes later, "Zoe, Justin, Lizzy get up." Teresa said opening the blinds in the front of the room. Lizzy slowly awoken yawning but Zoe and Justin didn't even move. "Morning mom!" Lizzy said. "Morning pumpkin." Teresa said as she walked over to their bed and pulled the covers off. She saw Justin's hand up underneath Zoe's shirt and most likely buried between her breasts. "You two wake up!" She added. Justin opened his eyes and realized his hand was in her shirt and slowly pulled it out just as Zoe opened her eyes. "Sorry!" Justin said softly. "No problem, good morning." Zoe said turning over and looking at Justin. "And good morning to both of you." Teresa said which made Zoe look at her. "Coffee is available. We have several events this morning and we need all need to be ready by 9am." She said and turned to go into the bathroom to take her shower. Lizzy went to the fridge and got a plastic bottle of Orange Juice as Zoe and Justin slowly got out of the bed stretching as they moved. "Hey, sorry about the hand this morning." Justin said apologetically to Zoe. Zoe looked at Justin and went around to his side of the bed and hugged him tightly, "You never have to be sorry with me ever again, I've told you that." She stood on her toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Are we going to Magic Kingdom?" Lizzy asked. "Yep! We sure are, after we eat." Zoe replied feeling a bit hungry. They each waited for their turn to take a shower with Zoe going last allowing herself a few cups of coffee first. At 9am, they were on their way to the mono-rail to head to Magic Kingdom. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ "You seriously had to run me into the wall to pass me?" Justin asked mildly upset as they were had just finished on the Speedway. Justin was riding with their mother while Zoe and Lizzy were in another car with six other racers. They were both running second and third behind another racer when Zoe cut underneath Justin which forced them out of the lane and made him bump into the wall allowing Zoe to take second. "There's no love in racing Justin!" Zoe said smiling with Lizzy next to her grinning as they had at least bested her mother and older brother. "Next round I'm driving!" Their mother said, "and Lizzy too." She added while they got back in line to go again. Justin came up behind Zoe and whispered in her ear, "Are you sure there is no love in racing?" He asked which made her turn around. "Not in racing, but there always is when you're in a bed!" She whispered back with their mother in front of them. She turned around looking towards the line which was perhaps three races long. "I'll hold you to that!" Justin said openly not being quiet. "Hold who to what?" Their mother turned and asked. "Oh, I just said that we will have another race before we leave this week. One on One." Zoe said while smiling. Twenty minutes later, Lizzy with Zoe riding shotgun was in the lead with their mother trailing in third with Justin in the side seat. She rounded the last corner and won the race. "Good job Lizzy!" Zoe said hugging her as they got out of the car. Justin and their mother walked over. "Well, I guess I got beat. Great race Elizabeth." Teresa said and held her hand out. Lizzy shook her mom's hand. "Thanks!" Lizzy replied. "Let's go get some Ice Cream." \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ A few minutes before 7pm Zoe stood looking at herself in the mirror in a black dress that contoured her body down to just above her knees. It was a dress that she had bought a few weeks ago knowing they were coming down to Disney World for vacation. She brushed her hair one last time catching a stray hair. She put the brush down and opened the door to see Justin waiting with Lizzy on the bed while their mother was towards the front of the room by the door. "Wow! Zoe, you're beautiful in that dress." Justin said and stood up wearing a nice dress shirt and khaki pants. Lizzy stood next to him in a flowery dress. "Thank you!" Zoe said smiling. "Finally, you took forever!" Lizzy said. "That I will agree with!" Teresa added walking over to the table to get her purse. "Alright, let's go eat!" She added. After a ten minute drive and a five minute wait, they were seated in a nice restaurant in one of the resort's that was closer to Magic Kingdom. They got to the table with Lizzy sitting with their mom and Zoe sitting next to Justin. "So, we eat and then we go watch the fireworks show." Teresa said while they waited for the waitress. A few minutes later, their waitress came and took their drink orders. She left them to sit there and wait. Zoe pulled out her phone and took a selfie with Justin beside her. She looked at their mother as she just smiled. "I was thinking that Lizzy and I could come up to visit in August before Lizzy goes back to school." Teresa said looking at Justin and Zoe. Zoe looked at Justin for a moment, "Yeah, I think we would like that mom. We could show you the Big Apple." Zoe said smiling. "Lizzy, have you decided what you want?" Justin asked her as she was sitting across from him. "I want Lasagna!" Lizzy said back to him. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing." Zoe added. "Zoe, it scares me some days but Lizzy is just like you." Teresa said just as the waitress came back with their drinks. "Are you ready to order?" The waitress, Ashley, asked as she sat the drinks down. "Yes!" Teresa replied. They ordered their food and sat waiting for it to be cooked. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Two hours later, they were sitting on a bench looking at the Cinderella Castle as the fireworks show was just getting underway. The show was longer than normal due to a festival. Justin was sitting next to Zoe with Lizzy and their mother on the other side of her. He looked at Zoe next to him and reached for her hand taking it in his. She looked at him with her eyes glimmering from the shower of fireworks in the sky. He smiled at her before turning and watching the show before them. Zoe smiled as the fireworks continued and reached over for Lizzy's hand and grabbed it. Lizzy looked at her and smiled taking her hand. Lizzy did the same with their mother as the fireworks continued to burst in the sky. Thirty minutes later, the show was over. They were walking out of the park and towards the car when Zoe had an idea. "Hey mom, um I was thinking that I would walk back to the resort." "It is nearly four miles!" Teresa replied. "I was thinking I would take the monorail back to Epcot center!" She said looking to her left which was the Monorail station for Magic Kingdom. "Yeah, I'll go with her!" Justin added into the conversation as he looked at Zoe. "Ok, just be careful." Teresa added worried about them. "Mom, we live in New York City!" Zoe replied. "Ok come on Lizzy; let's go get some ice cream." Teresa said and walked off to the right with Lizzy beside her. Zoe turned and looked at Justin who was looking towards their mother and Lizzy. "Are they gone?" She asked. "I just lost sight of them." Justin said and with that, Zoe wrapped her arms around Justin holding him tightly. "I've missed being able to hold you like this." Zoe said and kissed his neck softly. "Let's get moving." Justin replied and they walked hand in hand towards the Monorail with a bunch of people in front of them. They waited for the next shuttle which took them to the Ticket & Transportation Center which was a hub that had a track that went to the Epcot Center which was near their resort. They looked back at the Cinderella Castle from across the Seven Seas Lagoon while they wait for a Shuttle to Epcot Center. "At least it's warmer here than it is in New York City." Justin said softly. "That and I don't have to wear socks when I sleep." Zoe added. "Yea, I love feeling your feet on mine when we sleep." He replied. "Justin, I love you so much! You are my other half." Zoe replied just as the shuttle pulled into the center and came to a stop. They waited for the shuttle doors to open and then boarded the shuttle. Ten minutes later they arrived at the Epcot terminal and departed the shuttle. Zoe went into the bathroom while Justin did the same. Justin waited for Zoe for a few minutes before she came out. Justin was standing next to a photo booth waiting for Zoe. "Shall we!" Justin said looking at the booth. "Yeah!" She said and they went towards the booth. They stayed in there for fifteen minutes letting it take photos of them smiling and goofing off. In a few photos, they kissed with Justin pretending to be disgusted when Zoe kissed his cheek. They left the booth and began their trek around the World Showcase going past the village of Mexico, then Norway, China, and Germany before stopping at Italy to get some ice cream at a cart. They sat on a Bench looking at the Epcot center and the surrounding buildings across the Lagoon. "Justin," Zoe waited for him to look at her, "Lizzy knows about us." "What?" Justin asked. "I was showing her our photos of New York and our New Year's Eve photo came up." Zoe replied. "I explained our relationship to her and she promised not to say anything to mom." "We'll do it together and will tell her when she comes up to visit in the summer." Justin replied. "You think we should wait to tell her?" She asked. "I don't want to lie to her but I don't want her to hate us either." Justin replied after taking a lick from his ice cream cone. "No matter what, I will always love you." Zoe replied. "Come on, let's walk to the resort." She replied and kissed him on the lips for a mere moment before getting up. They walked hand in hand down the road that was just off the World Showcase which led to a bridge that connected the Fire Station to the Epcot area. They walked past it and towards their Aruba resort which lay on the other side of the road. As they made it to the tree line, Zoe stopped which made Justin turn around. "Why are we stopping?" He asked. "So I can do this." Zoe replied and pulled his head down to meet her lips. She kissed him fiercely pushing her tongue into his mouth. He let go of her hand and slowly moved his hands around her waist feeling her smoothed skin covered by her dress. Zoe moved her hands around his neck feeling the back of his head as they continued to kiss. Suddenly, a pair of headlights shone upon them for a mere moment causing Justin to break the kiss. "We best not to get caught!" Justin said regretfully to her. "You're right! We wouldn't wanna get caught." Zoe said reluctantly to Justin. They continued to walk for a few more minutes until they reached their room. Justin slid his key card in and opened the door. Their mother was lying in the bed reading a book while Lizzy lay asleep next to her. Zoe looked at the clock hanging on the wall which read 12:38am. "About time you two!" Teresa said to her children as they came walking towards the beds. "Sorry, we stopped for some fun activities on the way." Zoe replied softly trying not to wake up Lizzy. "I'm going to go change." She added and walked into the bathroom with a shirt and pants that she grabbed from her bag quickly. A few minutes later she came out and gave Justin a hug, "Good night Justin." She hugged him for a long minute before releasing him. When she released him, he went into the bathroom. Teresa looked at Zoe as she pulled the covers back and proceeded to get in the bed. "You going to tell me what that was about?" She asked wondering why the long hug. "Huh? Oh! That was a thank you hug for being the best brother in the world." Zoe responded. "Really! How is that?" Teresa asked. "He's always been there for me. Justin will always have a place in my heart." Zoe said as she pulled the covers up over herself. A few minutes later, Justin came out wearing sh

orts without a shirt. Zoe looked at him as he walked over to the bed and got in the bed. Teresa closed her book and looked over at Justin who was just getting comfortable. "Good night Justin." Teresa said as she turned off the light. "Good night mom." Justin replied. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ The next day, they continued on their family adventure in Disney World going to various shows and activities. Lizzy and Zoe were riding a giant roller coaster while Justin and their mother watched from the crowd. "Justin, what happened to Zoe in New York that she won't tell me?" Teresa asked. "What do you mean?" Justin replied. "She seems so much different than before you guys left. She seems more stubborn and won't really talk to me much. Like the other day, she said that she knew a good man." Teresa replied. "College has changed both of us mom, we have bonded together through it all. There's no one I trust more than Zoe. I can't tell you what is on her mind mom, not if I want to sleep with both eyes closed." Justin said with a grin on his face. "Ok, I'll pretend we didn't have this conversation." Teresa said as Zoe and Lizzy were getting off the ride and coming towards them. "Did you enjoy the ride?" Justin asked Lizzy as they came closer. "Yeah, Zoe screamed louder than me." Lizzy said giggling with a laugh. "Hey, you said you wouldn't tell them that." Zoe said. "I lied, that was too funny to pass up." Lizzy replied still laughing. "I will admit, you scream like you're still a girl in middle school." Justin added as he was standing next to Zoe. She looked at him for a brief moment before punching him in the arm. "OW!" "You might have deserved that one Justin." Teresa said as she looked at her phone. "I'll get her back." Justin replied. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ That night, they all went to bed around midnight to the sound of heavy rain falling outside their room. A typical rain shower had graced itself upon the resort with a little thunder and lightning embedded in the storm. Teresa awoken around two in the morning to thunder in the vicinity of the resort. She opened her eyes for a few seconds before lightning lit up the room for a brief second, which illuminated the bed next to her in which she saw Zoe atop Justin. Teresa blinked for a second before readjusting her eyes to the very dim room. She had a condition which allowed her to see practically in the dark. She began to watch as Zoe was above Justin in the bed. She saw Justin's arms were up near Zoe's chest as he was holding her. She could barely hear a light pant from Zoe as she continued to move slightly up and then down upon Justin. She watched silently as they continued to have sex in the bed just a few feet away. Zoe grabbed his wrist with her hands as she slowly moved his hands around her body. A bolt of lightning illuminated the room again allowing Teresa to see Zoe's boobs. They were bigger then her own when she was their age. Zoe moved her hand to her pelvis and in the dim room, she was unsure of what Zoe was doing but she suddenly heard a low moan from Justin. She surmised that Zoe was doing something to invoke great pleasure for Justin. Teresa's mind began to roam wondering why they were doing this. Why am I letting them continue? What made them do this? The questions ran thru her mind as another bolt of lightning lit up the window over the sink. She saw Zoe's face that looked as if she was in pure ecstasy. Teresa couldn't help but watch even as a tear began to run down her cheek. She heard a slight moan come from the bed which was manly in nature. Suddenly, Justin pulled Zoe down to him wrapping his arms around her. She heard a slight squeak for a few mere moments before it stopped. She watched as Justin and Zoe were heavily panting as there motions came to a standstill. Then she heard it, "I love you Justin!" in a normal voice from Zoe. There was no response but the shuffling of the covers in which Justin pulled them over the two of them shielding their bodies from her eyes. She then smelt the scent, the scent of sex that she herself had not experienced in four years. The tears continued to stream down the side of her face and into the pillow beneath her head. Teresa lay in the bed still looking over at them as she couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. She closed her eyes holding them shut even as she found it difficult to try and return to sleep. She turned onto her right side facing away from their bed as to not look. After she turned, she opened her eyes to see Lizzy lying before her peacefully asleep unaware of what just transpired in the other bed. That fact was the only comforting thought she had since waking up to witness a truly dark secret her two eldest children were hiding from her. She finally drifted off to sleep a little while later after clearing her mind. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ The next morning around 6:45am, Teresa awoke to the dim light of the dawn to come. She looked to her left to see Justin's chest with Zoe's arm covering it with her head nuzzled into his chest just beneath his head. She got up out of bed and walk to the bathroom to use it. As she sat using the toilet, she began to cry silently. She didn't know what to do, what to say, or how to even respond to this crisis. She had dealt with the death of her husband, the death of her mother and father but she had never ever considered how to deal with this. She had considered having arguments one day with Zoe and perhaps Justin on who they were going to marry or sleep with but it never occurred to her that they would be sleeping with each other. She got up after using the toilet and wiping the tears from her face to leave the bathroom. She walked out and saw that Justin and Zoe had not even moved an inch. She walked to the kitchen and pressed the button for the coffee to begin brewing. She then went to the front door and walked out and towards the patio. She then sat down looking at the clear sky above her. There she pondered what to do about Zoe and Justin. Committing incest was a topic she couldn't really go out and get advice on from anyone really. She sat about fifteen minutes before going back inside to pour herself a cup of hot coffee. Lizzy began to stir slowly but quickly getting out of the bed and dashing off to the bathroom. As Teresa took a sip of her cup, she looked at them still motionless. She walked outside with her phone and coffee and her hands. She sat in the chair deciding to whether or not to text her friend who was also a cop. "Screw it..." She said out loud to herself. 'You fighting crime or babysitting a grocery store?' She sent off. She waited for a few minutes before she got a reply. 'Just got off the part time job. What's up?' Mia responded. Mia Jenkins was a Sergeant in the Nashville Police Department with twenty-two years on the job. She was married and has one son Jett who is twelve. Lizzy and Jett go to middle school together. 'You ever handled a really tough case?' Teresa asked. 'You're kidding right? Too damn many!' Mia replied. 'Any incest cases?' Teresa asked leaving a bitter taste in her mouth as she sent the text and the coffee she was drinking was not the taste. 'Just two in my time, they were an eye opener... Can I call you?' She replied and asked. 'Yeah!' Teresa replied and waited a minute before her phone rang. "What's going on?" Mia asked as soon as the connection was made. "It's Zoe and Justin! I shouldn't even tell you." Teresa said nearly choking on her cries. "You can tell me, you know I've always thought of Zoe and Justin along with Lizzy like nieces and a nephew." She explained what she saw last night, every detail including Zoe's words to Justin after they finished. "I don't know what to do Mia." Teresa added once she was done telling her story from early in the night. "Talk to them, or at least with Zoe. Did you feel like they were hiding something from you the last few days?" Mia asked. "Yeah, how did you know?" Teresa replied. "A cop's intuition." Mia replied. "Look, talk to her alone. Keep an open mind to what she has to say and don't jump to conclusions." Mia replied hoping to help Teresa decide how to handle this. "I'll try; anyway Lizzy just came out onto the porch. I guess I'll talk to you later and let you know what happened. Thanks, Mia." Teresa replied. "I love you friend." Mia responded before hanging up. "Was that Mia?" Lizzy asked coming out with a cup of orange juice in her hand. "Yeah, we were talking for a few minutes." She paused before asking another question. "Are Justin and Zoe awake yet?" "No, they're still sleeping." Lizzy said before taking a slip of her orange juice. "Ok." Teresa replied as looked up towards the sun that was just above the horizon now. She looked hoping it would shed a ray of light on her situation. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Later in the day, Justin was swimming in the pool with Lizzy while Zoe and Teresa were laying on the lounge chairs. Teresa lay there thinking how to approach the subject of what she saw with Zoe. How do you ask your daughter why she is sleeping with her brother, your own kin? Why would you want to have sex with someone that is related to you? She didn't even know how to answer those questions. She looked over at Zoe as she was laying face down allowing her back to get tanned. She thought long and hard about it, should she ask Zoe and Justin together or confront Zoe alone. "Zoe, later on I want us to go hang out. A girls night out, you up for that?" She asked as Zoe's face was turned the other way. "Yeah, sure. Go get some drinks." Zoe replied without looking at her mother. Later on that evening, Zoe and Teresa went to the pool bar that was a part of the resort that they were in. Teresa was drinking a Malibu Rum with Pineapple that soothed her soul. Zoe was drinking a Crown and Ginger-Ale which she seemed to like. Both ladies were on their third drinks when the Teresa decided to ask Zoe what in the world is going on. "Zoe, I have a few questions and I want you to be completely honest with me." Teresa said looking at Zoe intently. "Okay?" Zoe replied wondering what was up. "You got photos of a puppy you want to adopt?" Zoe added trying to ease the tension that she was feeling around them. "No, no photos of a puppy." Teresa replied and sighed for a moment. "Last night, I was awoken by the thunder and lightning and with my eye condition I saw something that shocked me." She paused. During that pause Zoe's heart and pulse rate went up. 'Oh God, had she seen us?' Teresa continued, "I saw you atop Justin in the bed. You were naked for the most part that I could see. I'm just going to ask this, how long have you and Justin been having sex?" Teresa said getting emotional when she asked the question when she saw Zoe begin to look distraught. Zoe threw her hands up to cover her face. Her mother just asked her a question she hoped not to be faced with unless it was on her own terms. Tears began to flow from her eyes as she looked down at the table for which held her drink. "Please tell me the truth Zoe. That's all I want right now." Teresa said as she reached over and grasped Zoe's left wrist. She pulled it down gently making Zoe show her face. Zoe nodded her head as tears still streamed down her face. "Yes, yes we are." She finally responded verbally to her mother. "Why? Why Justin?" Teresa asked. "Because of what happened in New York. I love him mom, he's always been there for me even after what happened to me." Zoe replied still crying. "Do you hate me, us for what we've been doing?" Zoe asked afraid of the answer to come. "I don't hate you or Justin, I'm still in shock but I would like to know how it all started. What happened to you and Justin in New York City?" Teresa said and asked Zoe. "You're sure you want to know?" Zoe asked knowing the story was going to be hard for her to tell, perhaps even harder for her mother to hear. "Yes, I want to know; I need to know." Teresa responded. Zoe looked at her mother and then looked out onto the pond just away from bar. She began to speak as she looked out into the water which shone from the moon light coming from above them. "Okay, it all started..." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Part 2: Love Through Pain & Hurt! \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Justin and Zoe embarked on another day at Columbia University heading off to their classes. Justin left a few minutes early to consult with his professor in Macro-economics to go over his latest paper which he had turned in a few weeks ago. He was wondering why he received an eighty-eight on it. Zoe was on her way to the study hall to meet up with Lindsey who was also taking Criminal Law 1 and Civil Law 2 along with Torts and Citizenship. She was happy to find a friend after being there for eight months. She and Lindsey were new best friends since both were new to the area and also came to Columbia during the Spring Semester. "Hey Linds, have a good night's sleep?" Zoe asked as she sat down across from Lindsey. "It was okay, I wish I had gotten off better than I did." Lindsey replied grinning. "I don't need to know about you jilling yourself." Zoe replied. Zoe was not a virgin herself giving herself away to Matt Jones after their senior prom but had yet to do anything since then with anyone. She had found it difficult to pleasure herself with her brother being on the other side of a very thin wall. She shied away from her brother over the last year which gave him space to grow as well as herself. "I don't know why you don't let me ask your brother out on a date?" Linds asked Zoe as she opened her book to the latest chapter of Criminal Law 1. "Because I don't want things to be awkward. You being my friend and him being my brother can really fuck things up for all of us." Zoe said to Lindsey. "Still, he's very handsome. That pitch black hair of his and his six foot two size attracts me to him every time I see him." Linds said to Zoe making Zoe blush. "But he's my brother!" Zoe replied. "I guess I'll have to settle for looking at him when I see him then." Linds replied reluctantly. "Yes, you will!" Zoe replied, "Now, let's get to studying." \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Justin let his last class of the day with a headache and as he walked from the Business School building to the apartment that he and Zoe shared over on West 120th Street close to Columbia's campus. He walked feeling a nice spring breeze with an overcast sky that he could see through the above the buildings as he walked. A friend of his, Mike came up behind him and joined him as he walked. "Yo Justin, heading home?" Mike asked. "Yeah, got a headache from all those formulas he went over." Justin replied. "Anyway, I was letting you know about this party that's happening tomorrow night over on West 116th Street near a frat house." Mike replied. "I was wondering if you wanted to come? Plenty of girls are going to be there." "Yeah, I guess I'll come since there will be girls." Justin replied. "Cool, it's over at 278 W 116th. Be there at 9pm." Mike replied, "Anyway, I'll see you then." "Cya later Mike." Justin replied as Mike peeled off from his walking path and went towards the subway tunnel entrance. Justin continued along his path towards the apartment. Later that evening, Zoe came strolling in. "Hey Justin! What are you up to?" Zoe asked seeing Justin laying on the couch in the living room. "Just laying here! Have a bit of a headache from class." Justin replied moving his arm above his head. "Did you take something?" Zoe asked. "No." Justin replied. A second later, Zoe walked into the kitchen and Justin could here water running. Zoe came back out holding a glass of water and a Motrin in her hands. "Here! Take this and drink some water." Zoe said to him. He looked at her and then did as she suggested taking the Motrin and then drinking some of the water. "Thanks!" Justin said to her. "Hey, you want to walk over to Domino's with me and get a pizza?" Zoe asked. "Um, yeah. Just give me a minute to change." Justin replied getting up and walking to his room. They walked over to Domino's which was over on West 125th street. They sat there and ate a pizza together sharing their favorite which was ham, sausage and olives with Parmesan cheese sprinkled over it. "Do you think Lindsey is attractive?" Zoe asked as Justin was taking a bite of his third slice. Justin chewed for a moment more before swallowing and replying, "Well, she is cute and all but she isn't really my type. Why, you trying to set me up with her?" "No, she actually thinks you're cute as hell! She asked me if I would set you up with her. I told her no and that I didn't really want her to date you." Zoe replied to him. "Why not, she's your friend." Justin replied. "That's the point, she's my friend. If she starts dating you it will turn into she's your girlfriend. I don't her to become a problem between us and vice-versa." Zoe said as she looked at her plate. "Well out of your wishes, I will respect that one and say no if she asks me. Deal?" "Deal!" "Oh by the way, I'm going to a party tomorrow with Mike and some of the guys." Justin added. "Oh, okay." Zoe replied casually. After they finished eating, they walked down to the West Harlem Piers and looked out at New Jersey which was on the other side of the Hudson River. Zoe looked at the lights which came from buildings across the way. In the background was a half moon which shone down upon them as they stood at the railing to the Hudson. "It's nice out here. Just think, in a few weeks it will be nothing but snow and ice!" Zoe said out loud. "Well Nashville has nothing on NYC, except Country Music." Justin replied which earned him a look from Zoe as he grinned. Zoe just smiled at that comment. "Yeah! Hockey, Football, Baseball, clubs, parties, plenty of shopping and lots of places to visit. New York City definitely has Nashville beat hands down." Zoe replied. "That it does Zoe. Come on; let's go back to the apartment and study." Justin replied. They got back to the apartment around 9:30pm with Zoe very sleepy from eating and then walking. They walked from the piers back to their apartment which was almost a mile. Zoe went to her room and changed into shorts and a black t-shirt. When she came out, Justin was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt. "Are you cold?" Zoe asked. "Yeah, you know I tend to get cold easily." Justin replied. She walked over to him and sat next to him as he was sitting on the couch that also was a pull out bed. She scooted up next to him pulling her legs to chest. She rested her head on Justin's shoulder. "Here, let me warm you up!" Zoe said to him. "Thanks sis." "Anytime big brother." Zoe grinned. "You know technically, I'm only three minutes older instead of five because I wasn't breathing for two of those minutes while you were being pushed out." "I'm just glad you were breathing when I came out, otherwise I probably would have become the first baby in the world to give mouth to mouth to my twin." She giggled. "EWWW!! Yeah, I'm glad I started breathing too, because that would have really been a case of the cooties." Justin said. "Well, since you see it that way." Zoe said before turning towards him and giving him a big fat wet kiss on the cheek close to his mouth before he could react. "AHH!!" Justin said as she did it. When Zoe stopped, Justin looked at her smiling and giggling. He rolled his eyes for a moment. "You're a bad influence on me." Justin said. "Yeah, I've been told worse." Zoe replied sheepishly. "Anyway, I'll lay here against you while you read your economics book." "Thanks." Justin replied and began reading. Forty-five minutes later, Justin yawned as he closed the book. He was tired of the reading and he looked to his right at Zoe who was still pressed against him. He tried to poke her to wake her but instead found that she wouldn't wake. He decided to just stand up and once he did, he stretched for a mere moment before he picked up Zoe from the couch and carefully walked to her bedroom. He sat her down in the void where the covers would normally be and then pulled them up over her body to just below her shoulders. "Good night Zoe." Justin said before turning and walking out of the room. He closed her door and went to his room. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Zoe awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and also a tad bit cold. A front had moved in overnight allowing the apartment to get cold since they had the heat set low. She got up rubbing her arms against herself trying to warm up as she walked out into the kitchen area and started the coffee maker. She went to the bathroom and then came back out pouring herself a cup of the fresh brewed coffee. Just as she finished adding her creamer and sugar, Justin opened the door to his bedroom and came out wearing a heavy shirt and pajama pants going straight for the bathroom. She went to her phone which was by the couch and looked at the screen which had a text from Lindsey. 'Wanna hang out today?' She asked. 'Sure, meet at Starbucks on Broadway & 120th around 1?' She replied just as Justin came walking in. "Morning sleeping beauty!" Zoe said to him. "I thought you had to be a girl to be a beauty." Justin replied as he walked to the coffee pot. "No, beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Zoe replied back sharply just as her phone beeped letting her know Lindsey had responded. "Anyway, Linds and I are going to meet up later at one p.m. to go shopping." "Okay, have fun. I'm going to go to my room and study." Justin replied as he filled his cup with coffee. He then walked back to his room leaving Zoe out on the couch. Later in the day, Zoe met up with Lindsey and went down to the Manhattan Mall at the corner of Broadway and 33rd street. They first went into JC Penny, shopping around for new clothes for winter. "How does this look?" Zoe asked as she looked at a sweater that was red in color that had a V neck that would most likely allow a cleavage show if she were to wear it. "Too Slutty?" She added. "Nothing is too slutty for New York Zoe!" Lindsey replied. "I want a nice guy and someone who won't use me for their pleasure and then dump me." Zoe said as she put that sweater back on the rack. "You want mister perfect?" Lindsey asked. "Well, yeah actually I do." Zoe replied as she thumbed thru the next rack. She pulled one out to let Lindsey look at it. It was green with a purple stripe running diagonally through it. "Well, it looks alright." Lindsey said to her. "You just need to wear some sexy lingerie with it." Just then, Lindsey phone chimed alerting her to a text. "Hey, you wanna go to a party tonight? We've been invited." "Sure, I would love to go to a party. But I'm there just there to have fun." Zoe replied as she turned to look at another rack. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Justin arrived at nine fifteen p.m. at the doors to the party, when he walked in he was amazed by how big the room was and heard the music playing away. The bottom floor was a nice big area with a kitchen and several couches with two to three TV's hanging on a wall. The other wall had the frat houses name on it, Kappa Si Omega. There was a stairwell that led to about six bedrooms on the second level. He saw Mike over in the corner talking to a couple of guys and went towards him. Mike saw him and turned stretching out his arm to greet Justin. "Glad you made it Justin. Let me introduced you to these guys. This is David and Jim, they run the frat house." Justin heard Mike say over the loud music. "Nice to meet you guys!" Justin said as he shook hands with David and then Jim. Justin went to the bar and got a bottle of water. He went back and talked to David and Jim about where he was from and what he was studying. He liked them enough to even consider joining the fraternity. Just was listening to the guys talk when he noticed that two girls came in dressed very beautifully. It then hit him that it was Zoe and Lindsey dressed to impress as Zoe was wearing a blue dress while Lindsey was wearing a green dress. "Excuse me guys." Justin said to them and walked over to the door where Zoe and Lindsey were at. As he approached, Zoe saw him and half-smiled at him. "What are you two doing here?" "I got the invite from a friend and Zoe decided to come with." Lindsey said to Justin. "Hey!" Zoe said, "Please don't embarrass me." She added as she looked Justin in the eyes. "Alright, let's all have a good time." Justin said and walked back to the guys as Zoe and Lindsey went to go talk with a group of girls and one or two guys who were mixed in. Forty-five minutes later, Zoe was talking with David. "So, would you like a tour of the place?" He asked Zoe. "Sure." Zoe replied and began walking with him as he gave her a tour of the main area, showing her all of the fancy electronics and the kitchen which was fully stocked. They then went up the stairs and he took her down the hall showing her the various rooms. They then walked into a bedroom and she was looking around when suddenly, David came up behind her and put something over her mouth and nose. She instantly passed out and fell into his arms. He closed the door and locked it behind him. He then dragged her to the bed and laid her upon it. He began to undress her as she lay unconscious on the bed. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Justin was walking about the crowd as there was perhaps over eighty people in the frat house. He found Lindsey in the crowd and went up to her. "Hey Justin, come to dance with me?" Lindsey said shaking her hips back and forth. "I was wondering where Zoe is. Do you know?" Justin asked. "A little while ago she went on a tour with David." Lindsey said to him. "I'm sure she is around here somewhere." She added. "I'm going to go look for her." Justin said before turning and walking away from her. He began around the room sweeping the main floor area by area until he had covered it completely before going up stairs. He made it to the first door and knocked on it. He turned the knob and it opened to a bedroom with two beds with no one it. He closed the door and tried the room on the left. He knocked on it and got a reply. "Occupied!!" He heard a female voice and knew for sure it wasn't Zoe. "Thanks!" He replied and then walked down to the next room which was on the left. He knocked and got no reply. He tried the knob to find it locked. "Dude find another room, I'm busy here!" He recognized the voice as it was David's. "Zoe are you in there?" He asked through the door. He received no reply so he asked again. "Zoe answer me if you're in there!" He said very loudly. "Dude, Fuck off! She said you're not good enough for her so get fucking lost." David replied very loudly through the door. "Open this door or I'm breaking it down!" Justin said feeling the anger beginning to build in himself. "Fuck off dude! I'm fucking this sweet pussy!" David replied. Justin began pushing the door with no movement; then he kicked once, hearing a crack he redouble his efforts and kicked again breaking the lock and the door swung open. Before him he saw David atop his sister with both of them naked. Zoe's head was turned towards him and she looked as if she was passed out. "Dude, get the fuck out!" He heard as he looked at Zoe's face. Then David jumped up and came towards Justin with his fist balled up. Justin turned his attention towards David and saw the swing of David's fist and ducked missing the punch. He became enraged as he knew what was happening. The one person who had been his best friend and perhaps biggest love of his life to date, was being attacked and raped. He balled his right hand into a fist in an instant and swung up into David's stomach sending a shock wave through David's body. He then did the same with his left and landed another blow upon him. David staggered backwards for a moment before he came at Justin again. Justin dodged a right punch before being punched in the face with David's left. Justin punched David in the face before grabbing his head and ramming him into a dresser that was next to the door. David countered by elbowing Justin in the gut which fazed him for a mere moment. Justin still had his hand on David's head and pulled him into a mirror which shattered upon the impact. David's face was now bloody from the cuts the mirror had inflicted on him. People heard the commotion downstairs and in other rooms and went up to see what was happening. Lindsey was among them and had worked her way to the door before the others and saw Justin slamming David into the mirror but also saw that Zoe was passed out on the bed fully naked. She put her hand on her mouth and went into the room after yelling for someone to call 911 to get help. She covered Zoe up with a blanket and yelled her name. "Zoe! ZOE!" She said as Justin continued to pound away with David. Finally, Mike came in and pulled Justin off of David and another guy went to David and held him back. "Mike, Zoe's burning up! I think he drugged her." Lindsey said to Mike. Another guy Matt came into the room who was a member of the frat house. "Y'all need to leave." He said to Justin and Mike. "We're not leaving and if you wanna fight then you're going to lose." Mike said as Justin came to Zoe's side next to Lindsey. David was puking up blood on the floor next to the mirror and was being helped by one of the other guys who had come in to the room. Mike stood watching them as Justin held Zoe's hand. Finally people started clearing out of the hallway just as police showed up. They asked what happened and Lindsey was the first to speak. "She's been drugged and raped by that fuck face." She said and pointed to David who was on the ground. The police looked at him and then went towards him and put him in handcuffs. "312 to 26 HQ, we need two ambulances here for injured parties and one unconscious female who has been sexually assaulted." The first officer said after keying up his radio. "312 to Unit 6, I'm requesting supervisor and detectives to my location for an assault and sexual assault." He added. "Ok, I need all of you into the downstairs area." Mike along with Matt and the other guy and Lindsey walked out but Justin stayed next to Zoe as an officer walked David out of the room bleeding as he went. "Sir, that includes you." The senior officer said to Justin. "I'm not leaving my sister here alone. I'm not leaving her side ever." Justin said as tears rolled down his face. "Listen, paramedics are on the way." The officer said touching Justin's shoulder. A few minutes later, the paramedics arrived to treat Zoe. One of them tried to bandage the cut above Justin's right eye but Justin refused and told him to focus on Zoe. He watched as they examined Zoe briefly before loading her onto a stretcher. Justin followed them down to the ambulance and got in. The officer followed them down and watched as they loaded her in. "The detectives will want to question you. I'll let them know that you've gone to the hospital with your sister. Look, I'm sorry that this has happened to the both of you. We've had reports of women being drugged but nothing concrete enough to shut them down." "Thank you!" Justin said as the doors to the ambulance closed and they were on their way to New York Presbyterian Hospital. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Zoe slowly opened her eyes feeling like she had been hit by a freight train. Her head was hurting and she felt weird. She looked at her right and saw snow lightly falling outside of the window and could see several tall buildings in the distance. She heard the slow beeping of the machines in another room. She looked to her right to see Justin's head being held by his arms on the bed. She saw bruises on his hands and knuckles. She reached over to him pulling an IV line with her arm. "Hey!" Zoe said weakly as she touched his right shoulder. He popped his head up and looked at Zoe. He paused for a moment before he began to cry seeing she was awake. Zoe looked at him and asked, "What happened?" Justin shook his head several times. Zoe then realized that she was in a hospital room with a gown on. "Justin, tell me what happened." Justin sniffled a few times before he began to speak. "Last night, what's the last thing you remember?" Justin asked her. "I remember being at the party and talking to people." Zoe said to him. "I went looking for you and when I broke down the door that was locked, I found you being... being raped by that fucking asshole David Mclendon. You were passed out and looked as if you were drugged." Justin said with tears coming down his cheeks as he had to tell his sister that she was raped less than twelve hours ago. Zoe instantly started crying hearing what had happened to her. Justin got up and leaned onto the bed and hugged her. "I'm sorry Zoe." "How bad?" Zoe asked. "I'm not sure; I had to leave the room while they performed the examination. I should let them know you're awake." He said pulling away from her. He looked at Zoe as she had tears in her eyes. He went out into the hall and let the nurse know that Zoe was awake and returned a minute later to her followed by the nurse. "Hi I'm Nurse Jennings, how are you feeling Ms. Zoe?" She asked checking her vitals via the screens. "I feel funny and I have a headache." Zoe said to her. "Ok, I'll have the doctor to come by in a few minutes. I'll go ahead and bring you some aspirin." The nurse said and walked out of the room as Zoe looked at Justin. "So, what happened to you? You look like shit!" Zoe said to Justin seeing the bruises on his knuckles and a cut on his right cheek and a little swelling. "I found you and got into a fight with that sick son of a bitch. I almost killed him Zoe. If Mike hadn't come in when he did, I would have killed him." Justin said as he sat in the chair. He looked at Zoe, "I'm sorry Zoe, I should have kept my eye on you and seen where you were going." "It's not your fault Justin. You couldn't have known." Zoe replied to him just as she saw a doctor coming towards the door. The door opened with the doctor coming followed by two people. "I'm Doctor Edison and these are two detectives with the New York Police Department." He said as Zoe grabbed Justin's hand and held it. "Ms. Redmond, I'm sorry to tell you but last night you were heavy drugged and then raped. We found Chloroform, Rohypnol and MDMA in your system when you were brought in. You came in with tearing of your vaginal walls and signs of forced sexual activity." The doctor said which caused Zoe to cry. "I'm here Zoe!" Justin said squeezing her hand. "Ok, that's enough for now doctor. We'll take it from here!" The female detective told the doctor. The doctor nodded his head and walked out of

the room closing the door behind him. "Zoe, I'm detective Fitzpatrick and this is Detective Murray. We have some questions for you and your brother. I think it would be better for us if we were to interview you separately from your brother, if you are ok with that?" Detective Fitzpatrick said to her. Zoe looked at Justin who was looking at her, "I'll be right outside the door." Justin said. "Okay." Zoe said letting go of Justin's hand. Justin went out with Detective Murray and closed the door. Zoe looked at the door until they disappeared out of her view. She then turned her eyes back to Detective Fitzpatrick. "Can you tell me what happened Zoe?" She asked. On the other side of the wall, Justin was being asked the exact same question. He looked at his bruised hands. "I went looking for my sister, I knocked on that door and then that guy started saying I wasn't good enough for Zoe. Zoe wouldn't answer so I broke down the door. We fought and if mike hadn't pulled me off, I would have killed him." "So, Zoe wouldn't respond or couldn't respond?" Detective Murray asked. "She was out cold!" Justin replied. "Ok, you should know that the other guys are stating that you were jealous of the fact he was taking Zoe from you. They're stating that you and Zoe are in an incestuous relationship. I have to ask Justin, is that true?" "No! We are twins and very close but never ever have we crossed a line like that." "Alright, David Mclendon wants charges pressed against you for the assault. He has three broken ribs, a fractured jaw, broken nose, and a whole lot of other bruised stuff." "Am I being arrested?" Justin asked. "Not at this time, we have some statements to go through." Murray sighed, "Truth be told, I'm not going to take charges out against you regardless of my findings. You seem like an honorable person and I know that you would have acted the same way if it was someone else and not your sister." "Thanks." Justin replied and went back to the door to look at Zoe as she talked with the other detective. He saw as Zoe had a tear running down her left eye. She saw Justin and then she wiped the tear away. She was trying to be strong for Justin more than herself. He watched as Detective Fitzpatrick continued to interview Zoe. Finally, a few minutes later Detective Fitzpatrick opened the door and walked out. "She is asking for you. We will be charging David Mclendon with forcible rape and sexual assault along with a dozen other charges." "Thank you detective." Justin said holding his hand out and she gladly shook his hand. They left and Justin went into the room to see Zoe looking out the window. He went to her side, took her hand in his and just held it. She looked at him with her light green eyes. Justin spoke first, "I need to call mom." "No, you can't! She can't know what happened!" Zoe replied tearfully. "But she needs to know Zoe. She's our mother!" Justin replied to her. "And she'll want us to come home. She will never trust our judgment or let us live our lives without interfering." Zoe replied to Justin and he looked as if he wanted to rebuttal her argument. "It's my decision Justin. Please respect that." "Okay Zoe, Okay." Justin said reluctantly and kissed her hand softly. She smiled at Justin for a mere moment before she turned her head and looked out the window again seeing a break in the clouds and the snow had stopped falling. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ "How you doing Zoe?" Lindsey asked a few days later when she showed up at the apartment. Justin had suggested that Lindsey come by to talk to Zoe as she had become very depressed over the last few days since leaving the hospital. "I feel ashamed." Zoe said as she and Lindsey were in her room with the door closed. "Why? You did nothing wrong Zoe." Lindsey said. "I feel like I did." Zoe said while lying on her side away from Linds. "He was denied bond and is being held pending a grand jury. He can't hurt you anymore Zoe." Lindsey said as she brushed her hand along Zoe's exposed right arm. "But everyone knows what happened." Zoe replied. "Zoe, this is New York City! Stories come and go and not everyone knows. There are over Eight million people here. Get up!" Lindsey said which made Zoe turn over and face her. "Get up, get some clothes on and let's go for a walk." She commanded as she stood up and left the room closing the door behind her. She walked the short hall to the living room where Justin was patiently waiting. "I'm taking her for a walk. She will probably want you to walk with us so get dressed." She said to Justin. A few minutes later, Zoe appeared from her dressed in a light sweater with blue jeans on. Justin was still in his room as Zoe approached Lindsey. "I'll go with you but only if Justin comes too." Zoe said. "I'm right here!" Justin said from behind her in the hall. Twenty minutes later, Justin was walking a good ten steps in front of them as Lindsey walked with Zoe in the park. Zoe kept her head facing downwards but slowly started to look up at where they were going. They walked for another thirty minutes. Suddenly, Justin stopped ahead of them. Zoe then realized that right before them was the building where everything changed. Just ten floors up is where she was violated. She began to shed tears as Lindsey wrapped her arms around her. "It's just a building Zoe. He can't hurt you anymore." She said as she hugged Zoe. Justin came back to them and kissed Zoe on the top of her head. "We're going to get someone to help you through this. You'll get through this Zoe. I'm here for you and Justin is here for you." Zoe looked up towards the building all the way to the top knowing that was the building, the loft apartment where a guy named David drugged her and raped her during a party where she went to have a fun time. She looked back down at Justin and Lindsey who gave her time to respond. "Thank you, both of you for everything." Zoe said to them. They began to walk past the building with Zoe taking the lead with her holding both Justin's hand and Lindsey's. They walked with Zoe holding her head high knowing she could get through this with the help of others, especially her brother and her best friend here in New York City. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ A week later Justin sat in the waiting of the doctor's office. Zoe got an appointment a few days earlier to see Doctor Amir who specializes in Traumatic counseling. Doctor Jennifer Amir, graduate of Harvard Med with a PHD in counseling and psychology, Thirty-Eight years old and highly recommended in the New York City area. He turned his head away from his phone scrolling her info page and looked at the door. "They have been in there for almost two hours." Justin thought to himself. Ten minutes later, the door to the office opened with Zoe coming out followed by Doctor Amir. Slowly, Justin got up from his seat and walked over to the receptionist window where Zoe was standing. He touched her arm and held her hand as she finished up setting up another appointment. She looked at him for a brief moment before turning her attention back to the receptionist. Zoe nodded at the receptionist as she gave her the card for an appointment in three weeks time. Justin began walking with Zoe out of the office lobby and towards the elevator in silence. He looked at Zoe and could see what was left of her tears. All of her makeup was gone, a sign that she had cried enough to rinse it all off in the bathroom during the session. He squeezed her hand letting her know he was there for her. They walked hand in hand out of the building and the one block over to the subway station. They waited sitting at a bench for the next train that was heading towards Columbia's Campus. "Justin, thank you for all that you have done for me. I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for you." As she looked at him and into his light brown colored eyes. "If it weren't for you, my life wouldn't be worth living Zoe. I love you sis." Justin said as he leaned over and kissed her forehead for a moment. He pulled back from her and saw her smiling. "Why don't we stop in at that Super Burger restaurant before we head back to the apartment?" He asked. Zoe looked at him for a moment and then heard the sound of the subway train approaching then saw as it came out of the tunnel. "Sure, I could use a nice juicy burger." She said as they got up from the bench. They got on the train and headed to 125th St. during the train ride Zoe held Justin's hand making sure to not let go of him, but slowly she began to be less tense during the ride. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Zoe returned to her classes at Columbia. At first she felt an unease being around people and knew some if not all were talking about her behind her back. Lindsey and Justin kept her company as best as they could but she did have to learn to be on her own again. The fear of something happening was still in the back of her mind. She focused on her studies as best she could, getting back into the rhythm of going to classes and studying. She continued to go see Doctor Amir and had scheduled weekly sessions on her days when she didn't have a class. Justin accompanied her on her trips. Three weeks after the incident was Thanksgiving Day. Justin and Zoe were invited to Mike's home in the city of Graniteville on Staten Island. Lindsey was also invited to the dinner. Justin, Zoe and Lindsey were picked up by Mike and he drove to his home. It took an hour to get to his home. They were greeted by Mike's mother Pam and his older brother Mark. "It's so nice to meet all of you." Pam said to them as they walked inside after Mike introduced them. "Nice to meet you too Ms. Robinson." Zoe said with a smile on her face and shook her hand only to be wrapped up in a hug by her. "Oh please, just call me Pam." She replied as she released Zoe and went towards Justin and hugged him before doing the same with Lindsey. Zoe then looked at Mark who was Mike's older brother by seven years. He had a full beard and was a good three inches taller than Mike. She looked at him and nodded. "I hope all of you are hungry as we have a lot of food ready to eat." Pam added. Zoe walked over to the Fireplace trying to warm up just a little. She stood next it and looked at the family pictures of Mike, his brother and mother along with their father. Mike explained to them a few months back about how his father Jonathan was killed in the 9/11 attacks. He was in the South tower when it fell killing him along with countless others that day. Zoe was so little then, unaware of the event until she got older. She could see the love that their mother gives to Mike and Mark in the pictures. Justin talked with Mike and Mark as Zoe nosed about the living room before heading into the kitchen to see if Pam needed any help. "Hi!" Zoe said as she entered the kitchen, "Do you need any help?" "Oh Zoe, no dear I'm almost finished. You should go hang out with Lindsey and the guys." Pam replied. "Nah, I'm just hungry!" Zoe said looking at the rolls which Pam was putting in the oven. Pam closed the oven and turned around looking at Zoe. "Look, I know what happened a few weeks ago and I'm truly sorry that it happened to you. If you need someone to talk, here's my phone number." Pam said grabbing a pen to write it down on a piece of paper. She wrote the number down and handed it to Zoe. "Thanks, I'm seeing someone who is helping me but having Justin around is the biggest help of all. I don't think I would even be here if he wasn't there that night." Zoe replied. "Again if you need me, call me." Pam said, "You should go wash up and I'll tell the other rascals." And she walked into the living room as Zoe got up and went to the kitchen sink. During the Thanksgiving feast, Zoe sat next to her brother. They all talked, about how school was going and what they were all working towards. Justin talked about home and how much he missed his mom and their little sister Elizabeth. Zoe chimed in where she felt like but otherwise didn't talk much. As they were leaving, Pam pulled Justin aside for a moment to talk to him. Zoe looked at them but they were talking just out of hearing range. Lindsey and Mark were chatting away as they walked to the car with Mike. She got in once she reached the vehicle and as she looked back, Justin was giving Pam a hug. He then walked down towards the car. He got in and looked at Zoe. "What?" He asked. "What was that about?" Zoe asked of him. "Oh nothing; just a thank you for coming to Thanksgiving Dinner speech." Justin replied as Lindsey and Mike both got in the vehicle. Zoe didn't respond as Mike started up the car. She half smiled before it faded. The ride back into Manhattan was uneventful. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ "JUSTIN!! NO!! HELP!!" Justin awoke to the screams of Zoe in the other bedroom and hurried out of his bed and into her room not caring to put his shirt on or a pair of shorts. He flipped on her lamp to find Zoe fidgeting and sweating profusely. It appeared she was having a nightmare as she continued to repeat the same thing over and over. He called out to her. "Zoe!" He said as he tried to shake her awake. She continued to be in the nightmare, making him repeat it louder than he did the first time. "ZOE!!" She woke with a fright and sat up quickly and breathing rapidly. "Oh god!" Zoe said, and looked at Justin who was sitting on the side of the bed and looked terrified. She immediately turned and hugged him and began to cry. He wrapped his arms around her feeling her sweat soaked shirt as she began to sob. "It's okay, I'm here Zoe! It was just a nightmare." Justin said softly trying to comfort her as her breathing began to slow down. Zoe sniffled before saying, "It wasn't a nightmare. I was remembering that night, it was so awful." She said to him and continued to cry with tears now wetting his shirt on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Zoe; I should have made us leave that party." Justin said. "You couldn't have known Justin. No one could have known what that... monster was going to do." Zoe replied through more sniffles and sobs. He continued to just rub her back to try and calm her as best he could. "I'm so soaked and my bed is too. I believe I peed during the nightmare." Zoe added releasing her embrace of Justin. "It's okay. I'll pull the sheets off. You go take a shower to get cleaned up." Justin replied. Zoe pulled the covers back revealing that she had indeed wet the bed as she moved to the edge of the bed to get up. She stood and went towards the door before stopping and turning back to Justin who continued to look at the bed. "Justin." Zoe said to get his attention which made him look. She looked at him and into his light brown eyes before saying, "Thank you, you mean so much to me." She said, before breaking eye contact and walking out of the bedroom towards the bathroom. Justin got up and began stripping her bed of the sheets and the mattress protector. Good thing they bought them he thought to himself. He grabbed them all and walked to the laundry room and sat them in a clothes basket. He went towards the kitchen and got a glass of water. He drank the glass of water as he looked at the window of the eighth story apartment that looked out onto Morningside Park. He thought of what Mrs. Pam said before he left to get in the car early. "Zoe is a strong girl, but she relies on you more than you even realize. Be there for her in every way you can. I know you and her are very close, don't let your feelings of guilt cloud your judgment. You are perhaps the only man she trusts to even talk to much less allowed to touch her. She's lucky to have a brother like you, and a perfect example of the man she will want to marry someday." 'How is it that she knows all of that just by being with us for a few hours?' He questioned to himself. He sat on the couch for a few minutes and waited for Zoe to get done taking a shower. A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and headed into her bedroom and closed the door. A few minutes later she came out wearing a blue shirt that went down to her knees. He got up as she approached. "I'll sleep on the couch." Justin said to her. "Nonsense! I'm the one who made a mess of my bed; you shouldn't have to give up yours." "I insist Zoe, you need your rest." Justin said as he stood by the couch. "Okay." Zoe replied and walked back towards the hallway. She stopped at the bathroom door and turned around. "Justin! Actually I would feel more comfortable if..." She stopped. "What Zoe?" He asked. "If you would sleep in the bed with me. Perhaps that will keep my nightmare away." Zoe said. Justin thought to what Mrs. Pam said, "Be there for her." "Okay." Justin replied and walked towards her and the bedroom. He got into the bed first and Zoe then joined him. She turned on her side towards him as he pulled the blanket up over them. She touched his shoulder getting his attention. "Thank you for pulling me out of that nightmare and for allowing me to sleep in your bed. I can't believe I peed in the bed." "I can! You wet the bed up until you were eight!" Justin replied which earned himself a pinch on the arm from Zoe. "OW!" "You weren't much better if I recall." She scooted in a little towards him."But I do love you Justin." She said and pulled his hand up to her mouth and kissed it lightly. "I love you too Zoe. Nothing could ever change that." He said back to her. "Try and get some sleep." He said as he reached for the lamp remote that he had and turned off the light. Justin lay awake making sure that Zoe had fallen asleep before he himself closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Zoe awoke the next morning feeling warmth coming from behind her. She looked behind her to see Justin's sleeping face with his lower lip pecked out. Seeing him like that made her giggle just a little. She got up and out of the bed going to the bathroom. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail like she did every morning when she stopped. She looked in the mirror and realized she wasn't that girl anymore, that she was different now. She let go of it and shook her head several times. Finally she straightened herself up and threw the band down. "It's time to change some things." She said out loud to herself before closing the door to use the bathroom. When she came out, she saw Justin still asleep in his bed. She went to her room and saw her very stripped bed. She picked up her phone from the bed side table and started to text Lindsey. A few minutes later, she left her room to find Justin walking towards the kitchen. "Morning." She said to him as he looked back at her. "Later on, Lindsey and I are going to shopping and do some girl stuff." She added. "Okay, have fun and be careful." Justin said as he went to the fridge to grab an Orange Juice. "Thanks, and also for letting me sleep with you last night." She added as she approached him. She hugged him from behind wrapping her arms around his frame. "It was no problem." He said as he turned around with her still holding onto him. She looked up into his eyes seeing the love her showed for her. He slowly lowered himself down to kiss Zoe's forehead. She released him and walked off to her room. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Lindsey caught Zoe staring off into space as they were in the Macy's store on 34th street. "Hey Zoe, Yo.." Lindsey said trying to get her attention. Finally, Zoe snapped out of her trance and looked at Lindsey. "What?" "I asked how does this look?" Referring to a multi colored shirt that would remind one of the 70's show. "Like you're a hippy." Zoe replied. "Are you ok?" "Yeah... No, I'm trying to decide what I should get Justin for Christmas." She replied. "That is tough..." "Even tougher after last night." "What do you mean?" "It's embarrassing..." Zoe moved closer to Linds. "Last night I had a nightmare and... I wet the bed. Justin woke me up during the nightmare." Zoe said to her in a whisper. "I'm sorry. I'm sure he's really concerned for you right now, just like I am. You know going to those sessions with that doctor will be good for you, keep going." Lindsey said trying to reassure her friend that she was there to help her. "Thanks and I'm sticking with my first assessment of that shirt, you're a hippy." Zoe replied with a slight smile. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ "ZOE!!" Justin said while shaking her. "AHHH!!" Zoe mumbled as she snapped out of the nightmare again. It was Tuesday morning as she looked at Justin as he sat on the edge of her bed. She was sweating heavily and her heart was doing 190. She looked into Justin's eyes and saw that he was scared. "Are you okay?" Justin asked. "I don't know." Zoe said as she began to cry. "I kee..epp remembering it over and over." Zoe said through her sobs. Justin pulled her to him. "It's okay, I'm here. I'll always be here for you. Come on, come get in bed with me." Justin said. "Okay.." Zoe said still crying as she began moving to get out of her bed. It was cold in the apartment but you wouldn't know that looking at the sweat soaked bed and clothes that Zoe was wearing. "I need to change." "I'll be in my room." Justin said and let go of her hand. A few minutes later, Zoe entered his room wearing a long red shirt. She joined Justin under the covers. "Justin, can you hold me while I fall asleep?" Zoe asked. "Yeah!" He said and rolled to be behind her. "I love you Zoe. Never hesitate to ask me for anything. Okay?" "Okay." She replied as Justin moved up slowly and then moved to kiss her on the cheek but at the last minute Zoe turned her head towards him. Their lips made contact and as Justin just continued to hover, he held the kiss. Zoe felt a spark run through her entire body as their lips continued to be docked to one another. Finally, Justin broke contact separating them by only a few inches. He looked into Zoe's eyes and saw them glimmering at him. "Thank you." Zoe said before turning her head back into the pillow. He wrapped his arm around her stomach. He held her while thinking about that kiss. 'What does it Mean?' Finally, a few minutes later, Zoe was asleep but he didn't release her. Instead, he held her until he himself fell asleep. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Zoe awakened the next morning to find herself alone in Justin's bed. She looked at the bed side table and read the numbers on the clock, 9:23AM. She realized that Justin had a class this morning. Then she thought back to that kiss, it was so electric to her that it now scared her. She also realized she has an appointment later on with her doctor. She got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She started the water to take a bath. She got in slowly a few minutes later letting it warm herself up as it was only suppose to get to 40° today. As she was in the tub, she heard he phone began to buzz. She wondered who is calling her as the ringtone was not of that anyone she had in her contacts list. She let it go to voicemail and continued with her bath. After she got dressed, she got her phone and listened to the voicemail. It was the District Attorney's office asking if she would call them back. She dialed the number and waited to be connected to the Assistant District Attorney that was handling her case. She spoke with the prosecutor and was told that they wanted to make a plea offer to David Mclendon. They asked her if she was okay with him getting a plea deal of four years in prison, ten years on parole and registering as a sex offender otherwise it will have to go to trial. She told the ADA she would have to think about it. An hour and a half later she sat in the waiting room of Dr. Amir's office, waiting for all of five minutes until Dr. Amir stepped into the waiting room with her purse in hand. "Come with me." She said to Zoe. Zoe got up and walked out of the office following the doctor. "Where are we going?" Zoe asked. "You'll just have to come and find out." She replied and kept walking. Forty-Five minutes later and they were just stepping into the American Museum of Natural History. Zoe was still baffled as not a single word was exchanged between them during the car ride. Dr. Amir paid for their tickets and then they began walking. "So, have you figured out why I brought you here?" Dr. Amir asked. "And if you want, you may call me Jennifer." "Okay Jennifer, why have you brought me here?" "I like to have a session or two outside of an office. It allows me to better assess my patient. Besides, it allows us to learn something when we visit places like this. It makes you wonder, seeing how small we are in the grand scheme of things; Are we alone in the universe?" "I doubt it, there has to be intelligent life besides us in the universe." Zoe replied. "I hope so. How have you been since our last session?" "Nightmares, I end up reliving it just about every night. Although, sleeping next to my brother seems to keep the nightmare away. He's awakened me several times, I end up soaked from sweating and I've even pee the bed." "Do you want me to give you something to help you sleep?" She asked. "I don't have trouble sleeping; I have trouble with the nightmares." Zoe replied. "You say sleeping next to brother keeps them away?" "Yeah, I've slept with him a few nights and on those nights I sleep just fine." "That's interesting..." She said while they continued to walk along the wall showing the planetary bodies. "Why is it interesting?" Zoe replied curious to her response. "It's been my experience when dealing with victims of rape or molesting to be wary of anyone touching them or even being in such close proximity like being in the bed with another person especially a man." Dr. Amir replied. "I do feel uncomfortable when I'm around people I don't know. Justin is someone I can trust without a shred of a doubt. He's my twin!" Zoe said to her in utmost honesty. "I just find it interesting is all." She replied. "I'm just pissed they want to give that bastard a deal. Four years and ten on parole isn't enough." Zoe said. "Well, they want to avoid a trial. The real question is Zoe; can you go to court and state what happened if you are required to? Can you ask that of your brother, your friends?" She asked knowing it would make Zoe think the choices over really hard. "Look," Jennifer said to Zoe and paused for Zoe to look at her. "You say you're going after a career in Law, well sometimes you have to make compromises to get something instead of nothing. The choice is ultimately yours." "Thanks." Zoe said with a slight tear in her eye. They continued their therapy session walking amongst the exhibits and displays looking as they continued to talk. Dr. Amir and Zoe returned to her car and drove Zoe back to her apartment building. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Zoe and Justin were both awakened by the fire alarm going off. They both hurried out of their beds and met up with each other. Seeing no smoke and no fire in their apartment, they ventured out into the hallway way and learned the entire building was being evacuated. They were barely dressed in nothing but sleep wear and headed outside into the frigid cold air. They saw an array of firemen and several trucks. They stood outside with the rest of the building tenants waiting on answers. About thirty minutes later, the fire chief approached the crowd. "Folks, I'm afraid you're going to have to being taken to a shelter tonight." He said. "What do you mean?" A person in the crowd asked. "The main gas line underneath the building ruptured and is completely broken. The building has filled up with Natural Gas. We have to vent the entire building and ConED will have to fix the main before anyone can return to the building." He added. "We have personnel en route with warming blankets and several buses to take you to the nearest shelter." "Justin, let's just go to Lindsey's apartment. It's only ten blocks away." Zoe said pleading with Justin. "Okay, let me go inform the chief will be staying at a friend's and give him my phone number." Justin said to her seeing she didn't want to go to a shelter. Zoe called Lindsey while waiting. After waiting on Justin to come back and then walking for twenty minutes, Zoe and Justin arrived at Lindsey's apartment. Lindsey opened the door and invited them in. "Are you ok?" Lindsey asked seeing Zoe shaking. "Yeah, just cold..." Zoe replied. "Well, I got you a few blankets and went ahead pulled and got the sleeper sofa ready." Lindsey said to them. "Thank you." Justin said. Zoe and Justin got into the sleeper sofa and covered up. Justin could feel Zoe shivering. "Come here." Justin said to her inviting her to get closer to him. She rolled into him. "Jeez, you're freezing." Suddenly, Zoe move up on top of him and lay upon him with her head just being at his chest due to their height difference. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back through her shirt trying to generate some heat. As he was rubbing, he realized he was feeling aroused for some reason. He felt restraint as he began to harden. "Justin." Zoe said feeling his hardness began to push into her clothed groin. "Sorry Zoe, it just happened." Justin replied and stopped rubbing her back. Zoe thought for a moment, "Please rub my back, I'm still cold." She said and turned her head to lie on his shirt covered chest. He began to rub her back again making sure to cover every part of it with his warm hands. She still sensed his hard and erected cock beneath her, yet felt at ease because she could trust Justin. She didn't have one ounce of fear that it would invade her body or abuse her like the last one did which was attached to the biggest, useless piece of shit on the earth. As she got warmer she began to fall asleep. Justin continued to rub until he himself fell asleep with Zoe still on top of him. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Zoe awakened first feeling Justin's chest rise and fall in an easy pattern. She was definitely not cold having lain upon him all night. She also felt his hard on pressing into her again, this time it was bigger and had more force to it. She heard movement in the apartment and turned her head to see Lindsey in the small kitchen fixing a bowl of cereal. She began to move and rolled to her right easing herself from Justin so as to not wake him if possible. She then looked into the kitchen and saw Lindsey looking at her. Lindsey grinned and smiled at Zoe and then began walking to her room with the bowl in hand. Zoe got up and looked back at Justin to see him still asleep with the massive morning wood flying high making a noticeable uplifting in the sheets. She walked to the bathroom and used it before going into Lindsey's room and joining her on her bed. Lindsey looked up and grinned again. "What?" Zoe asked. "Your brother sure does have a big thing..." Lindsey said smiling which prompted Zoe to roll her eyes. "Not happening Linds..." Zoe said giggling... "I know it won't happen with me, I was grinning because..." Lindsey trailed off not finishing her thought out loud. "Because what?" Zoe replied wondering what she meant. Lindsey looked Zoe in the eyes, she began to tear up.. "I thought that you and Justin were an item..." Zoe had to think for a second making sure she heard Lindsey right... "You think Justin... and I" Which earned a nod from Lindsey. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said that... I just thought after you lay upon him this morning that you two were much closer than I previously thought. I know that after... that night, that you and him have been inseparable." She said wishing she had just not said anything. Zoe looked at her for a minute before speaking. "You're not far off the mark. I do feel attracted to him." Zoe said as a tear began to fall. Lindsey came closer and pulled Zoe in for a hug. "I love him!" Zoe said with a sigh. "It's been an unsaid thing between us for a while I suppose, well at least since we moved here." Lindsey continued to hug Zoe until they heard movement in the living room. Lindsey pulled back away from Zoe and looked into her eyes which were watery from her crying. "Please don't say anything to him." Zoe asked of Lindsey. Lindsey nodded affirming her commitment to silence on the matter. A minute later and they both emerged from Lindsey's room to see Justin sitting on the edge of the Sleeper Sofa. "Morning girls." Justin said to them before he noticed Zoe's eyes were red. "You alright Zoe?" "Yeah! Just a little girl talk is all." Zoe said to him. They ate breakfast and then called the number they were given by the Fire Chief. The building was cleared over night but no one could stay overnight as the gas main was in need of replacement. They could go get clothes and anything they needed until the line was repaired. Zoe and Justin headed to the apartment building and got their stuff that they would need for at least another night of crashing at Lindsey's apartment. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Later that night, after going to classes in the day, Justin and Zoe lay on the pullout couch watching a little TV and eating Chinese takeout with Lindsey sitting in the chair next to them. They sat eating watching the latest episode of The Big Bang Theory. Lindsey couldn't stop laughing at the one liners Sheldon kept giving during the episode as Justin sat eating with chopsticks. Lindsey kept on batting her eyes over to Zoe and Justin looking at them as they ate and watched the show. It went to the last scene which was a lovey dovey moment between Leonard and Penny. Lindsey and Zoe both got up with Zoe grabbing Justin's container and both headed off into the kitchen. "I think I'm going to go lay in bed." Lindsey said to Zoe. "Okay, I'll see you in the morning then." Zoe replied as they both walked back towards the living room with Lindsey departing for her room. Zoe rejoined Justin on the pullout bed and got covered up as she got close to Justin. She turned on her side pressed up against Justin with her head just at his neck. "You're so warm Justin." As she brushed her hand against his chest which was covered by a shirt. "Thanks, I'm just glad we are here instead of in an apartment without heat. It would be brutally cold in there right now. We probably would freeze." Justin replied. "Nah, we could cuddle to stay warm." Zoe replied. "Speaking of, sorry about last night. My body has a mind of its own, especially down there." Justin replied embarrassed about what had happened. Zoe turned her head up to him. "Justin, look at me." He did seeing her eyes up close as they were but a mere few inches away. "Never be sorry to me. Your willy whacker did what any sensible penis does when a woman is extremely close; you got hard." Zoe said with a grin seeing Justin turn three shades of red in five seconds. She moved forward and gently kissed

him on the lips before pulling back. She turned away seeing the shock in his eyes and began to silently cry. Justin was stunned by the kiss but regained his sense and saw Zoe turned away. "Zoe." Justin said with her not looking at him, she just sat there and didn't say a word to him or look at him. He stretched his arm out and pulled at her left hand which caught her attention and made her look at him. He saw tears streaming down her cheeks slowly from those precious eyes of hers. He pulled her in for a hug, "I'm sorry I made you upset." "You didn't make me upset, I'm crying because I've fallen in love with... You." Zoe said as another tear made its way down her left cheek. "I'm just so messed up, falling in love with my brother." She said as more tears made their way down her cheeks collecting enough to drop onto her shirt. "You're not messed up Zoe. It takes two to love." He said as he put two of his fingers up underneath her chin and pushing it up so she would look at him. They stared at one another for a minute as Justin wiped the tears away from her cheeks. He moved in towards her and pressed his lips to hers as he cocked his head as he moved his hand around to her low cut hair and felt it's softness as his fingers moved through it. Justin parted his lips and pressed his tongue lightly at her lips seeing if she would accept like a knock at a door. She parted allowing him to enter and she tasted him along with a little bit of Mountain Dew. He pulled at her shirt with his hand exposing her left shoulder and slowly moved away from their kiss and trailed his lips down to her neck and gently kissed it. Zoe cried, only this time is was tears of love knowing she was accepted by Justin. She looked at his hair as he continued to kiss and lick her neck. "Justin!!" Zoe said as he bit her on the shoulder. "I love you Justin!" He moved his hands down to the hem of her shirt and began to lift it. Slowly he pulled it up to reveal her boobs still covered in her pink bra as it came over her head. She looked at Justin's eyes and could see the love, the lust, and the man she had wanted all along. She moved her hands to her back and unclasped the bra letting it fall in between their bodies. She looked at him and he looked back. "Justin, I want to wait. I'm sorry. It's just I'm still waiting for the tests to come back and I wouldn't wanna do it on Lindsey's pullout couch." She said frowning. "I understand Zoe, I just got carried away. But you are ever so beautiful that I wouldn't wanna look at another woman for the rest of my life." He said with a smile. "You're always a suck up." Zoe replied laying back on the bed. Justin followed suit and lay next to her as she covered her nipples with her hands. "I can't help but be a suck up with you; besides you are half naked next to me." "Thanks, I love you." Zoe said as she rolled next to him and then pushed up to straddle him. She looked at him as she pressed herself up to leaned back. "Justin, I was approached a week ago by the District Attorney's Office. They asked me to consider a deal they wanted to offer him. Four years prison, Ten on parole and no trial." "What did you say?" Justin asked while looking up at her body and to her face. "I would think about it and I have. I'm going for the deal. I don't want a trial because I just want that to be behind me. I can't stand to go up on the stand and testify and I surely don't want you to have to do the same especially consider our newly formed relationship." Zoe said as she reached for his right hand and pulled it up to her chest. "Okay, it's always your decision and I will respect it." Justin said and pulled her back down to embrace her in a hug. "Come on, let's get some rest." \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ The next day they were able to return to their apartment building with heat and gas restored on top of the power being turned back on. Zoe cleaned the fridge out considering no power for two days made pretty much everything spoiled. They were lucky as since the problem was deemed "caused by years of neglect by the building owner", all the tenants were given half off the rent for the next three months which helped Zoe and Justin with living expenses that they received from their trust funds. Zoe contacted the DA's office and gave them the go ahead on the deal. They asked her to be present during the sentencing which they would schedule for the 5th of January. Zoe and Justin got back into the regular routine of going to Columbia only to let out for the Christmas and New Years break. Not much was said between them about their new relationship as they got busy with the everyday life that was around them. Zoe came home from the final day of her class before the break to get the mail from the mail holder in the lobby. She saw the envelope from the Department of Health of the City of New York. She took it upstairs and went into the apartment to find Justin sitting on the couch looking as if he was dozing off but her opening the door awakened him. "Hey Zoe." He said to her. "Hey, how was your day?" "Stellar! Only one week till Christmas." She said as she sat her book bag down and sat next to him holding the envelope. She held it out and just looked down at it. "What's that?" Justin said to her. "I'm guessing my tests results from the STD screening." She said unsure of what it would say. "Can you open it for me?" She turned and asked him. "Together!" He said grabbing one half of it and began breaking the seal. Slowly they pulled the sheet of paper out and unfolded it. Zoe began reading it out loud. "Dear Ms. Zoe Redmond, on behalf of the Health Department of the City of New York, here are the results of your post trauma STD results." Zoe began looking down the list. "Negative, Negative, Negative, they are all Negative Justin." Zoe said shedding a tear from her left eye. Justin hugged her tightly, "It's a good thing Zoe. A very good thing." He said as he kissed her cheek. She turned her body towards him and began kissing him on the lips. "Yeah, it is because I was afraid he may have given me something." She then kissed him again slipping her tongue into his mouth and turning her body towards him and pushed him back down on the couch. She straddled him while they still were clothed. "You owe me a date!" She said pulling back from him. "Okay! Where would you like to go?" Justin asked. "You'll have to surprise me." Zoe said getting up. "That I can do Zoe. I love you more than anything in the world sis." He said as she walked off towards the kitchen. "I love you too pumpkin." She replied swaying her hips as she walked. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Zoe rode in a Taxi with Justin beside her as they headed down Broadway. Justin wouldn't tell her where they were going and kept it a surprise by having her wear a blindfold for the duration of the ride. It being Christmas Eve also brought excitement to her. Their true first date would hopefully be memorable. Justin was holding her hand as they continued to their destination. She couldn't help but feel beautiful as she was wearing a Violet colored Dress with her hair dyed a light shade of red with a bit of orange streaks. "We are here!" Justin said softly to her announcing their arrival. He opened the door allowing the sounds of the street they were on to fill the cab. He grabbed her hand and helped her out of the cab. She stepped out of the cab feeling a slight cold breeze. "Okay, time for the reveal." Justin stepped behind her and began undoing the blindfold. It fell away from her face and she opened her eyes to a patio with tables and chairs with a sign over hanging it. "Carmine's!" Zoe said out loud. Zoe has always loved Italian food. "Thank you!" Zoe said to him. They walked in and Justin gave their name for the reservation that he made. They were taken to a booth in the back per Justin's request. Once they were seated, the waitress came over to take their drink order and asked if they would like Mozzarella Cheese Sticks and Marina sauce which they did order. "I can't believe you brought me here Justin. I didn't want you to spend so much money on me for our first real date." Zoe said to him after the waitress left. "It's no problem. It's our first date and it's also Christmas Eve Zoe." Justin replied then added, "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you." "I know Justin, still thank you for being... my everything." Zoe said with her eyes beginning to tear up. Justin moved his arm across the table and grabbed Zoe's left hand. He continued to hold it giving all the support she needed. "Thank you." "I want Ravioli!" Zoe said. "Deal." Justin replied. They waited for the waitress to come back and ordered the Ravioli for two. They began talking about school and what they thought of Columbia so far. "I want to know something Justin. If we do continue with our relationship, are you willing to lose everything to be with me?" Zoe asked. "What do you mean?" "I mean, lose everything to be with me. What happens when people find out about us? One person already knows about us, but what if mom knew, our grandparents, and friends back home." Zoe said with a worried look in her eyes. "I will admit the thought is worrying me, but it's something that is down the road. We are here, they are at home. We are going to be here for four years. It's enough time for us to explore our relationship and then decide what we are to the world. Brother and sister or a loving couple who are soul mates." Justin replied just as the waitress was coming with a tray towards their table. "Here is your order." The waitress said to them as she put the plates on the table. "Thank you" Justin said to the waitress as she began walking away. "I don't think I will have any room for dessert." Justin added looking at Zoe. "Me neither." Zoe added looking at her plate filled to the brim. They ate without saying anything but exchanging glances at one another while listening to the soft melodies of music that filled the restaurant. The rolls that came with their food disappeared one by one until they were gone. They slowly ate until they were full. "Thank you for taking me out on this date." Zoe said rubbing her belly which was full. A few minutes later their waitress came over to remove the plates from the table. "Would you like a menu for dessert?" Justin looked at Zoe who shook her head to affirm no from her. "Thank you for the offer but we are filled up." Justin replied to her. She put the bill on the table and pushed it towards Justin seeing that this was most likely a date that they were on. Justin grabbed the bill as she left and put his Credit card with it and sat it back down. A few minutes later and they were heading out the door. "Let's walk a little bit." They walked up Broadway slowly block by block, even though it was very cold. Zoe was bundled up, but being in a dress allowed the cool crisp air to surround her legs. "Justin, I'm starting to get cold." Zoe said as they came to an entrance to the Subway. "Okay, we'll take the Subway the rest of the way." Justin said and began walking with Zoe to the entrance. They wait for the next train while waiting on the bench. Zoe looked on as two women walked holding hands obviously that they were lovers. She turned to Justin and nudged him to look. "They are cute aren't they?" Zoe asked of Justin and he looked where she was looking to the two beautiful blonde's who were sitting on a bench not too far away. Zoe turned to him and moved closer to him. She looked up to him and inched closer until her lips met his. She kissed him in the openness of the subway station, the first time they have ever been intimate in the public eye. She broke the kiss as the train entered the station and slowed to a stop. They got up and took the train to the 116th Street stop. They then made their way to their apartment building. Justin opened the door letting Zoe walk in first. She took off her scarf and jacket before sitting down on the couch. Justin proceeded to join her and touched her left hand which was cold. "You're freezing." "Yeah, but I'll be warm in no time." "Why is that?" Justin asked. Instead of responding, Zoe moved closer to Justin and pulled at his cheek and began to kiss him. She pushed further by opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out probing his lips. Justin got the message and opened up allowing her to take the lead. She pulled the straps of her dress to her side and let the straps fall off her shoulders. It fell revealing her breasts where her nipples were razor sharp. Justin grabbed her dress and pulled it lower to her waist. "No Bra!" "Take me to bed!" Zoe said to Justin who wrapped his arms up under Zoe and picked her up. He shifted his right arm up her back to bring her closer to him. She leaned forward into him and gave him another kiss as he walked them down the hall towards her bed. He pushed the door open with his shoulder and went towards her bed. He sat on the edge of the bed still holding Zoe as they kissed. Justin broke the kiss and looked at Zoe. "I won't be offended if you didn't want to do this. Don't let me pressure you into this." "You're not Justin; I'm just giving you a very nice Christmas present." Zoe replied and pulled at his shirt and began lifting it up and over his head. She backed off the bed and stood up with her dress hanging on her waist. She pulled it up and over her head leaving her wearing just red silk panties and her shoes. She pushed on one side of the panties and they began to fall to the ground. She looked at Justin as he sat on the bed and could clearly see the meat in his pants growing. "God, you're beautiful!" Justin said as Zoe began to walk towards him. She put her right hand out and pushed Justin back onto the bed and got up on it as well and put her knees on either side of him. She pulled at the button on his pants and undid it with a look of lust on her face. "I want you out of these clothes." Zoe said and began tugging his pants down along with his underwear. She gasped when his cock sprang free, and once his pants and underwear were off, she moved up towards him. She began kissing him again, this time with a need, a desire for him. She reached down with her right hand and took a hold of his cock, feeling how warm it was, how soft his skin was, how much she wanted it inside her. She began guiding him to her entrance, and once his cock made contact, she rubbed it around for a moment before she began sinking down upon him. Slowly the walls flexed to make room for him as he entered her, and she felt the walls of her pussy closing in as his cock head passed by. She finally bottomed out with him filling her completely. She rested for a moment savoring the feeling of her brother, her twin, her un-denying true love. For the first time in their lives, they entered into a new realm. The realm of passion, lust and the warmth of a soul mate as Justin put his arms around her back pulling her into him as they lay joined for the first time. He slowly began thrusting his hips upwards as Zoe pushed off with one of hands and began riding Justin. She took a hold of his left hand and brought it to her mouth and kissed his hand before intertwining it with hers. Justin thrust harder which caused Zoe to moan as he just hit her cervix. "AH!! JUSTIN!" She said just as an immense orgasm came over her. Justin continued to thrust despite the constriction of her pussy around his cock. He knew he was extremely close. "I'm close Zoe!" "Cum in me!" "But what I..." Justin began to rebut her but was cut off by Zoe as she opened her eyes and looked at Justin with his brown eyes before closing her eyes again. "It's okay!" With that Justin picked up his pace thrusting his hips into her harder and harder. He was buried deep within; still holding her hands he gripped them tighter than he thought possible as he unleashed volley after volley into her. Zoe felt it, the pulsing of Justin's shaft buried within her as Justin stopped thrusting. He finally eased his grip on her hands. Zoe opened her eyes to see Justin with tears running down the side of his face. She eased forward and came to a rest on his chest and then notice she was crying as well. She still felt his cock within her but not as hard as he was just a mere minute ago. "Justin, why are you crying?" Zoe asked with her head turned to the side. "Because that was the best moment of my life. Being here with you and being together. I love you!" He said as he brought his arms up and around her holding her in a hug. "I love you too! And yes, that was spectacular to say the least." Zoe replied. They rested for a good bit before uncoupling so Justin could go use the bathroom. Zoe sat up against the headboard and looked at her hands. "Damn!" She looked as you could see where Justin was holding her hands as his finger nails had broken her skin in several places. A minute later and Justin walked back into the room. Zoe held up her hands and showed them to him. "Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you Zoe. I'll get the hydrogen peroxide." He replied. "No, I don't need it. Come here." She said to him. "You come lay down, I'll be back in a minute." Zoe said getting up and going towards the bathroom. She peed and brushed her teeth before heading back to her bed. She walked in to find Justin underneath the covers waiting for her. She slipped into the covers and rolled over to cuddle up next to Justin. She put her right hand on his chest feeling the subtle hair that dotted his chest. "It's after midnight. Merry Christmas Justin, I love you." She said before kissing his chest just near the center between his man nipples. "Merry Christmas, and yes I love you too Zoe." Justin replied as he kissed the top of her head. Slowly, they fell into a soft sleep comforted by the love they shared for one another. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Justin awakened to Zoe snoring softly. He found it funny as he's never heard her snore before. Even in sleep he found her beautiful and stunning. He found her new hair style added a new level of sexiness to her with it being short and dyed a reddish color. He had a bad case of morning wood as it was poking Zoe's left thigh. He looked over at the clock, "Zoe, Zoe!" He said softly into her ear. "Hmmmm, let me sleep in." She moaned to him. "We already have.. It's 11:30. We have to get a shower and dressed to go over to Matt's home." Justin replied pushing the covers up off of him. He got up off the bed and walked around towards the door with his stiff hard on. Zoe had opened her eyes when he began moving and then saw him come into view. Zoe whistled seeing his bare ass walk towards the door. "Cute butt." Zoe said giggling. "Not as cute as yours." Justin replied walking out. Three hours later, they were both sitting at the table with Lindsay, Mike and Mark and their mother Pam. They all were eating a Christmas meal together. Zoe and Justin sat next to each other with Mike and Lindsay sitting across from them with Pam and Mark at the ends of the table. "Everyone, I have an announcement to make!" Mike said out loud and looked at Lindsay. "Lindsay and I are dating if any of you were wondering." Zoe looked at Lindsay who was beaming with Joy. "We just started dating but I can say for sure that he and I are made for each other." Lindsay said. "Congrats!" Zoe said smiling at Lindsay and looked over a Justin. "Is it too early to start wedding talk?" Pam piped up and started laughing as everyone else began to laugh with the exception of Mike who was turning red. "So anyway," Lindsay said after her laughing subsided, "Mike and I are going to Time's Square for the ball drop. Would anyone like to go with us? Zoe I know you want too." Lindsay said and looked at Zoe. "Yeah I would, Justin would you go with us?" Zoe turned and looked at Justin. He looked at her for a moment, "Yeah, it'll be our first time being in New York during New Year's." "Alright, Pam and Mark what about you?" Lindsay asked. "No, I'm too old for that kind of thing now." Pam said to them with a smile on her face. "I thank you for the offer but my girlfriend and I are doing our own thing next weekend." Mark replied. They finished eating and all went into the living room to watch the Giants play the Packers. Zoe stepped outside for a few minutes as she was getting hot. A few minutes later, Pam joined Zoe out on the porch. She looked over at Zoe who was standing next to the railing and looking out upon the neighborhood. "You okay? You look like you're lost in your thoughts over there." Pam said to her. Zoe turned and looked at Pam; she had tears streaming down her face. "I don't know what to do!" Pam came over to her and hugged her. "Talk to me, tell me what is going on." Pam said holding her. "Why must I be so screwed up." Zoe said while still crying. "You may think your screwed up, but truth be told being screwed up, getting screwed, screwing people over is unfortunately a part of life." Pam said to her which made her giggly slightly. "I love Justin!" Zoe said. Pam held her and thought before responding. "If you mean to say that you love Justin or you are in love with Justin." Pam said. Zoe waited a minute and then pulled back from the hug and looked at Pam. "The latter. Last night was our first time together. I don't want him to get hurt by me or for me. If people find out about us, we'll be damned by society for being together." Zoe said. "You know, the first time we met I could tell who your heart belonged too. You didn't force yourself upon Justin and I'm pretty sure he didn't force you. Sometimes, we just can't help who we fall in love with. If you love him, be open with him and make choices together. Sex is just one aspect of a relationship, I could tell during dinner that you two are clearly more than a brother and sister, more than twins, but I didn't say anything." Pam said to her as she rubbed Zoe's shoulder. "Just take things one day at a time. One thing I learned by 9/11 happening is that tomorrow may not come, we take things for granted and don't say what we should be saying. Enjoy the time you have with people, especially those you love." Pam said and her eyes began to water. "Even after a decade I still shed tears when I talk or think about Jonathan." "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you cry." Zoe said. "But I do thank you for the advice." "It's no problem kiddo. Let's go hang out with the others and watch the Giants get beat." Pam said to her with a smile. "Alright, what's the score." Zoe said as they began walking to the door. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Zoe and Justin stood at the railing in Times Square with Lindsay and Mike a mere few feet away. Zoe looked up to the clock which showed three minutes and twenty seconds to midnight. Zoe was bundled up well as it was in the forties tonight. As the clock began the seconds countdown, she pulled Justin down to her to tell him "I love you, and I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world." He pulled her to him and hugged her briefly before releasing her as it reached the ten second mark with the ball almost to the bottom. He held Zoe's hand as the clock hit zero and the confetti and balloons began to fall into Times Square. Zoe was smiling and began to sing with the crowd. Justin was nudged by Mike who handed him his phone to take pictures. He began snapping them of Mike and Lindsay who were holding hands and then began to kiss as Justin took pictures. They stopped kissing and Justin handed his phone and Mike's back to him and told him to take pictures of him and Zoe. Justin pulled Zoe to him and together began making faces side by side. Justin pulled Zoe to him and touched his forehead to hers. They stayed like that for a moment before Justin moved his head down allowing his nose to be connected with hers. He moved his hand up to hold her neck and slowly she tilted upward to meet his lips, they began kissing and continued blocking out anything but each other as their mouths parted right in Times Square on New Years. Both of their eyes were closed fully taking in the touch, the warmth, the cold of the moment before Zoe pulled back slowly. She looked up in to Justin's eyes as he opened them. A tear ran down her left cheek which caught the attention of Justin. He moved his hand up to her cheek and brushed it away. "I love you!" Justin said to her silently as it was so noisy with the music of Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World. She turned her head and looked at Mike who looked like he was about to pass out with Lindsay standing next to him smiley at the moment that she had witnessed. Zoe moved towards Mike and Lindsay. She hugged Mike and whispered in his ear, "It's strange I know, but we love each other." She said and then kissed him on the cheek before moving to Lindsay and hugging her and then began taking selfie's together. Justin and Mike joined the girls and all took several groups pictures together celebrating the New Year. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Justin pushed open the door to the apartment with Zoe in front of him as they kissed fiercely as they walked in. He pushed the door shut behind them and reached out behind and turned the deadbolt. He looked at Zoe who was already shedding her clothes as they made their way to the couch. She pulled her sweater off and then grabbed for her shirt and pulled it off leaving her bra the only thing remaining except for her Jeans and panties. Justin pushed her back making her land on the couch as he dropped to his knees and reached for her hips. He pulled her forward went for the button and zipper and undid them before reaching around to the side's and began tugging on them to pull them off. As he did that, Zoe pulled her bra off. He took her jeans and panties off and threw them towards the hallway. He moved up some and began kissing her again with lust, passion and the desire for her and only her. He began moving down making his way to her breasts. He sucked on the left for a few seconds before moving to the right and teased it biting lightly making her gasp slightly. He released it and slowly kissed his way down to her navel tonguing the little hole before trailing all the way to her pussy leaving a trail of saliva as evidence of his desire for her. He pushed her legs apart allowing him ample room to please her. He began by licking her clit slowly as he inserted two of his fingers into her. He slowly fingered her as he continued to ravish her clit with his tongue. "OH! GAWD!! Justin, AH!" She said as he ramped up his fingering making her cum. Her fluids coated his fingers suddenly. "Stop, stop!!" She said to him as it was too much for her. He moved up and kissed her. "I'm sorry, it was just too much." She said after breaking the kiss. "It's okay; I know I went to town there." He replied looking into her green eyes. She pushed him back to the other side of the couch and pulled on the button to his pants. "You're overdressed!" Zoe said pushing the zipper down and pulled his pants down to his knees. He got the message and using his feet pulled the pants off the rest of the way. She grasped his cock and pumped him a few times while pushing her tits into his face letting him kiss them as she moved somewhat. She felt him getting harder until she couldn't wait anymore, she guided his cock to her entrance and sank down on him hard, burying him into her. She eased up some before sinking back down and began rocking on his cock. She could feel every millimeter of his cock as it flexed its way into her. She leaned back arching her back applying more pressure to his pelvis. "Fuck me hard Justin." Zoe said to him. He indeed did fuck her hard; he began pushing up off the couch with his pelvis crashing into her as she sank down on his cock. "I'm close Zoe!" Justin said as he continued to pummel her pussy. She leaned back into him as suddenly a wave hit her making her cum around Justin as he rammed into her. He began grunting as he fired off into her eight pulses of his cum. He still rocked her for a minute afterwards with her laying her head on his shoulder. He leaned her back to see her eyes closed. "Zoe!" Justin said trying to wake her. He shook her for a few seconds before she opened her eyes. Justin was near a panic until she did open her eyes. "That felt so great, I passed out from the fucking." Zoe said looking at Justin. "I didn't mean to scare you." "You had me worried!" Justin replied. "Happy New Year Justin! You have a wonderful loving sister and a sexy as girlfriend all in one. Can you carry me to the bedroom? My legs won't work after that pounding." Zoe said. "You wanna go to sleep now considering its five A.M.?" Justin replied. "Yeah, the best sleep you can get is after you've had a good fucking which I just did." She replied as Justin picked her up and walked to her bedroom. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ A week later Zoe sat in the first row behind the prosecutor in the courtroom with Justin, Lindsay and Mike. Sitting at the defendants table was David Mclendon. He was about to stand and enter a plea of guilty. She looked at him with anger and hate for what he did to her. But instead of facing a trail and more trauma, she was willing to let him take a plea. "Yes your Honor, I plead guilty to Rape and false imprisonment. I know what I did was wrong and that I need help." David said to the Judge. "Very well, I sentence you to as agreed upon by the prosecutor and the victim to a sentence of four years in prison with ten years of supervised parole. You are to reside at the Woodbourne Correctional Facility for the next four years. Court adjourned." The judge said before getting up and leaving the room. David looked at Zoe and then Justin. Detective Murray and Detective Fitzpatrick came up to David. "David Mclendon, you are under arrest for the rape of Christy Donaldson, Jessica Morton, and Holly Brewster. You have the right to remain silent..." Detective Murray said to him as they began walking to the door. Zoe was shocked as he was walked out of the room. "Hey Ms. Redmond." Detective Fitzpatrick said. "I didn't get a chance to call you as we just got the results this morning. When David was arrested, his DNA was entered into the system and it came back with a hit to three other open cases. Suffice to say, he will be going away for a long time." "Thank you!" Zoe said with tears in her eyes with Justin half hugging her as she walked off. Zoe with Justin, Mike, and Lindsay walked out of the court house together as friends. Although one thing was certain, Zoe was not the same person she was when she came to New York City six months ago. Justin wasn't either by a long shot. Together, they braved the new world, the new relationship that had evolved between them, the twist and turns that come with life, one day at a time. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Part 3: Back at the Resort \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Zoe and her mother looked at each other as Zoe finished telling her story. During the story, especially the trauma that Zoe faced Teresa was crying learning of the horrific experience. But she also had tears as Zoe told her of the passion that she felt for Justin. "You should have called me when all of that happened Zoe, I'm your mother! And I do understand that you were worried that I would want you and Justin to come back home." Teresa said finishing off her sixth drink. "We should start walking back." Zoe looked at her phone, seeing three texts from Justin and the time which was almost one a.m. They got up, leaving a tip on the table, and began to walk back to the room. They had a good fifteen minute walk ahead of them. "So, you haven't said how you really feel about our relationship." Zoe said to her. Teresa stopped walking which gained the attention of Zoe who also stopped and turned back to face her. "Zoe, seeing your children having sex in the middle of the night in a bed next to you and then finding out that they've been doing it for over a year isn't something that can sink in five minutes." She bit her lip choosing her next words carefully. "I will say this, you and Justin are adults in the eyes of the law, but above all else I love you both and even though it's not what I would want, you two will continue to be with each other regardless of what I were to say. I'm not condemning you and banishing you but I would like it if you two would seriously think about the consequences of your relationship. How far have you and Justin thought ahead?" Zoe looked at her and thought for a moment. "We had planned on seeing where we were in our relationship when we graduate in a few years. But every day that passes, we grow even more connected, more passionate about one another. I mean, I don't wanna lose what we have with each other. We don't have all the answers and we have friends who help us and guide us and we want you to be a part of that group too mom." Zoe said. "Come here." Teresa said holding her arms out. Zoe moved towards her and embraced her. "I love you and Justin, I need a little time to accept this but I won't lose you two. You're grown enough to make your own choices and I hope that you don't ever hurt each other." They broke the hug and looked at each other. "Let's get back to the room; your brother is probably worried." They made it back to the room and as the door opened, saw Justin sitting in the chair watching the TV on mute. "Sorry we're coming in so late. Where's Lizzy?" Teresa said to Justin, as Zoe followed her in. "Yeah it's late, Lizzy is sleeping." Justin said getting up and was surprised when his mother came over to him and hugged. She didn't say a word and just held onto him. Finally, she broke the hug. "I'm going to go use the bathroom and get into bed." Teresa said to them before walking towards it. She disappeared into it and Justin looked at Zoe who was almost to him. "Can I ask what that was about?" Justin said as she kissed him on the lips. She held the kiss for a minute before pulling back. "She knows!" Zoe said. "How!" Justin said more than a question with an expression of worry on his face. "Let's just say, you shouldn't have sex in the middle of the night with your mother only seven feet away. She woke up during the storm and saw us. She and I talked, and I told her everything that happened." Zoe said with a tear beginning to form in her left eye. "She listened and said that she needs time to accept our choice to be together. We owe her that!" Just then, they heard the door to the bathroom open and their mother walked out towards the bed. Justin whispered to Zoe, "What do we do?" Zoe looked around at their mother who was getting in bed but made eye contact with Zoe. They held their eyes upon one another before they broke contact and Zoe looked back at Justin. "We take things one day at a time, and make the most of them that we can." Zoe said to him and hugged him. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ The End...

Title: 21 Miles East of Quartzsite Tags: romance, love, cuckold, revenge, divorce, betrayal, strangers, healing, trust, three dimensional characters *Thanks to SlaveGirl70 for the help with editing. She suffered so you don't have to. This is a romance in the shadow of betrayal and revenge.* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The star-filled Arizona sky was fixed in the windshield as the rest of the state raced past. There were no tail lights ahead and the nearest headlights had merged into a single point in the rearview mirror. Jack relished the clear views and long straight roads of desert driving. He knew that moonrise would soon mask the stars, so he peered over the steering wheel to take them in. Ancient cinder cones approached on both sides of the road as his thoughts drifted to his now ex-wife. He flashed back to the afternoon he caught her in their bed with Peter. She said that it wasn't what it looked like and that she had done nothing wrong. She asked how he could not trust her after all these years and made it sound like the whole mess was his fault. Just thinking about it drove his blood pressure up and blocked the beauty of the night sky from his mind. He pushed the feelings of betrayal and anger aside, disengaged his mind, and simply drove. Two dim tail lights emerged from the darkness at the roadside. One of the lights blinked, then blinked again. The deep yellow filament of a flashlight on its last gasp begged for his attention. He slowed to see a woman waving frantically as he passed. He stopped, then reversed to her car. The woman ran to the passenger window. "Could you please help me?" she pleaded. "I can't get the spare tire on. I'm sure it will be easy for you." There was a desperation in her voice that Jack couldn't refuse. He backed his car behind hers so that his headlights lit the vacant rear passenger wheel well. Her car was an early Ford Falcon. It was in good shape for a car that was more than fifty years old, but apparently not in good enough shape. Jack held the spare up to the studs. "This spare is from a different car, isn't it?" "Is that a problem?" She looked over his shoulder as Jack showed her that the holes in the wheel were a half inch further apart than the studs on the brake drum. He got his first look at her while she was illuminated by the headlights. She was wearing a vintage dress. Horn rimmed glasses framed her dark eyes, and deep red lipstick accented her lips. Her dark hair was styled like it belonged with her car and clothes in the early 1960s. The woman herself was young, probably in her mid twenties. He looked up at her and said, "You need to put the good tire on the good wheel." "My sister lives in Quartzsite, which is just down the road. Maybe I can do it there." Jack checked his phone to find it had no signal. "We can't call her, but I can give you a ride if you want." He turned off her car's parking lights while he waited for her to think. He made a habit of helping people. It was the right thing to do, and he liked the way it made him feel about himself. She contemplated her situation. Jack was the only person that had stopped in the five hours she been at the roadside. His help was her only option. "Please give me a lift." she said. They put the flat, the spare and her bags in the back of his truck. Jack opened the passenger door and offered his hand to help her in. "Please don't touch me," she said. She sat with her knees together and her hip pressed against the door. Her hands clutched her handbag, which she held tightly in her lap. She stared straight ahead. "Where are you from?" Jack thought that maybe a conversation would help her relax. "Chicago." "Did you drive all the way from Chicago in that Falcon?" "Yes." After a couple more one-word answers he gave up on making conversation. They spent the next fifteen minutes listening to the sound of the road passing by. Jack pulled off the highway at Quartzsite and into a truck stop for gas. "Do you want to give your sister a call?" It was now after 11, she was at a truck stop in a strange town, and she was flat broke. Her mind grasped for options, but there were none; she'd been out of options since before she left Chicago. Desperation lead her to ask her sister for help and then her sister quit answering the phone. She didn't have to call to know her sister wouldn't answer now. She dialed anyway, waited, then said, "She's not picking up." In the light of the gas pumps Jack could see that her left eye was black and blue from a recent beating. There was a fading yellow bruise from an earlier beating on her right cheek. On her left arm was tattooed, "Fuck Yourself, Not Me" and on her right arm was, "Crucify Your Rapist." She caught him looking and put her arms behind her back. The signs of abuse made him even more sympathetic to her plight. "I can give you a ride to her house if you'd like." Her sister lived in a double-wide about fifteen minutes south of town. She knocked on the door, but the lights were out and there was no answer. Jack knocked on the trailer next door where an elderly snowbird was still watching TV. He asked if they knew anything about their neighbors. "They moved out a few weeks ago. It's been a lot quieter since they left." "Do you know where they went?" "They didn't say. It's not like we were friendly, with those two fighting all the time." There was no reason to stay, so they got back into Jack's truck and drove back into town. Jack tried to figure out what he was going to do with this girl. He couldn't just dump her at the truck stop, and the town didn't look like a hotbed for social services. He pondered the tattoos on her arms and the hookers he'd seen on the street corners of Los Angeles. This girl was on a slippery slope that there was no easy way off. He pulled into the McDonald's next to the truck stop. "Do you want anything?" he asked. She shook her head. He bought two combos then joined her at a table. He ate a couple of bites of one burger then said, "I guess I'm not as hungry as I thought I was. Do you want this?" He pushed the tray with the other combo across the table. She despised being patronised, but she was hungry and she knew he was trying to be kind. While eating, she studied her benefactor. He was in his late thirties. He was reasonably good looking and fairly fit. He wore a long sleeve shirt and cargo pants that must have come from the outdoor section of a sporting goods store. His truck was a well-worn SUV. It was packed for camping and was covered in dirt. She guessed he was on his way home from a camping trip, but who goes camping alone? She tried to figure what he would want for helping her. Even though he looked tame enough, he would want something, everyone wanted something. After she finished eating he asked, "What's your plan?" She used to have a plan. She was going to live with her sister for a couple of months, save some money, then move into an apartment of her own. Now she had a couple of bags of personal crap, a piece of shit car that was stranded twenty one miles east of town and two worthless tires. There was about $27 in her purse and some offensive tattoos on her arms. "I think my only good option is to marry you." He laughed. "I don't even know your name." "I'm Cathryn," she said as she held out her hand. Jack shook her hand and said, "I'm honored to be the one you'd like to resent for the rest of your life." After they laughed he said, "Seriously, what are you going to do?" "Do you mean tomorrow, or for the rest of my life?" "Let's start with tonight. Where are you going to sleep?" Her heart dropped at the question. It was getting late and it looked more and more like she was going to be sleeping with this stranger. He went through a similar calculation. It was almost midnight. If he left now, it would be at least a quarter to four before he got home. He imagined himself staying awake by winding himself up with thoughts of his ex and his former friend, but he had suffered enough self abuse lately. He also felt obliged to help Cathryn. It wasn't that he owed her anything; it was that the task of helping her was only half done, and he needed to finish what he had started. She needed a place to sleep, so he needed to find a room. There were only a few motels in town. The two they could see from the McDonald's had the 'No Vacancy' signs lit, but they went in to talk to one of the receptionists anyway. Jack asked, "Do you know where we could get a room?" "Sorry, we're full. The Gem Expo is this week, so everybody's full." Jack searched the map on his phone for the closest town with a motel while the receptionist scrolled through something on her computer. She said, "I have one room that might work. They checked out late, so housekeeping didn't clean it. I'll let you have it if you'll make the bed." Jack said, "I guess we'll take it." The receptionist checked them in then retrieved some sheets and towels. She gave the room keys to Jack and the towels and sheets to Cathryn. Cathryn weighed the sheets, then asked, "How many beds are in the room?" "Just one queen. Is that a problem?" Cathryn gave Jack a panicked look. Jack asked, "We're not married. Is there a cot one of us could sleep on?" "I'm sorry, everything is out." On the short walk from the lobby to the room Jack said, "Don't worry. I'll sleep on the sofa or the floor or something." Cathryn wondered if this guy was for real. She knew there were lots of nice people in the world, but they never stopped on the highway after dark. She inspected the room then said, "We should both just sleep in the bed, but please don't touch me, alright?" Jack consented. He crawled under the covers in his boxers and a t-shirt and was asleep moments later. Cathryn wore a vintage nightgown that was sexy without being revealing. She laid under the covers and contemplated her financial situation, the whereabouts of her sister and the fate of her car. She went over everything she knew about Jack. Was he as nice as he seemed? He treated her like a damsel in distress, which was much better than being treated like the sleazy bitch she'd become in Chicago. She didn't want to be that person ever again. The room heater gradually caught up with the chill in the room. Jack turned in his sleep and kicked off the covers as he rolled onto his back. A beam of moonlight slipped through a gap in the blinds to illuminate his erect penis poking through the gap in his boxers. Cathryn flashed back to the last time she had seen a penis and the beating that had followed. Thoughts of her rape rose up from the grave she had tried to bury them in. She began to sweat, and her breathing became shallow as a wave of anxiety washed over her. She had to get out of the room. She quickly changed, grabbed her handbag and quietly closed the door. Jack woke the next morning to find himself alone. Cathryn's luggage was still on the floor, her toiletries were still by the sink and her nightgown was draped over the chair. He slowly showered, shaved and dressed. He watched the local news from Phoenix and otherwise lingered in the room. He called the front desk for messages and checked the cash and cards in his wallet. On his slow walk to breakfast he noticed that the Falcon's tires were still in the back of his truck. After breakfast he had the tires fixed and killed time in the motel room. At noon he loaded her stuff into his truck and checked out of the room. As he left, he asked the receptionist if she had seen a girl with offensive tattoos on her arms. "No, but the police wanted to know if anyone was asking about a missing girl." The police station was a sand-colored building in a sandy lot. Jack asked the officer behind the desk if he knew anything about Cathryn. "Is that the girl with 'Fuck You' tattooed on her arm?" "Yea, I suppose so." "The judge thought she was a flight risk, so the bail is set pretty high." Bail was just within reach of Jack's combined credit cards. "Holy crap. What are the charges?" "Soliciting, possession of narcotics and resisting arrest." Soliciting didn't fit with what Jack knew about Cathryn, but resisting arrest did. "What were the narcotics?" "Pot. This isn't Colorado you know," said the cop. Cathryn's mood was bleak. The crack-whore in the cell with her had provided a dismal foreshadowing of her future. She signed some paperwork and collected her handbag. She was surprised to see Jack, but happy he was still around. They drove east to her car. She watched from inside his truck as he mounted the wheel, lowered the jack and put the tools in her trunk. She felt like she was crossing the finish line for a race that was long over. She got out of the truck and said, "We're wasting our time. I don't have enough money for gas and I don't have anywhere to go even if I did." The sun was bright but the air was cool. Jack sat on his heels and rehashed what he had been thinking all morning. He said, "...and you don't trust me." "No, it's not that I don't trust you. Your dick freed itself last night and I couldn't control my anxiety. I saw your erection and I had to get out of the room." "So, what do you want to do?" "Can I stay with you until I get my feet on the ground?" Jack was relieved; he was afraid she would ask for money. He needed to get the bail money back, and this way he could keep an eye on her. He filled her tank in Quartzsite, then she followed him to his apartment in Los Angeles. His apartment was smaller and less homey than she expected. Packed moving boxes filled the living room. The walls were bare and the refrigerator was nearly empty. She took a shower, then a nap and woke to the smell of soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. "What's the story with your apartment?" "I've only been divorced a couple of months. I haven't had a chance to get my shit together." "How long were you married?" "Seven years. I guess she'd been having an affair for the last two, so they kind of sucked, but it took me a while to figure out why." "Did you know the guy?" "Yea, he was a friend of mine." "How did you find out?" "I suspected something was going on. The clues piled up until I caught them in bed. I didn't want it to be true, but it was." Jack swallowed a spoonful of soup then asked, "What's your story?" She held out her arms. "Does this give you any clues?" Jack reached out and held her arms. He ran his finger over the word 'rapist', then asked, "How old were you?" "Much too young." "So, this is before the bruises?" Cathryn nodded. "Do you have any family other than your sister?" Cathryn shook her head, and Jack stopped asking questions. Cathryn got a job as a waitress at a diner with a retro theme. She showed up at the interview looking the part and was hired on the spot. She worked as many shifts as she could and socked the money away. Jack set her room up with the essentials and installed a lock on her door. She insisted she didn't need it, but gave him a peck on the cheek once he'd finished. She hung up some art, unpacked some boxes and tried to make the house more of a home. Their schedules didn't mesh well, but when their time off aligned he showed her what he could of LA. They visited Venice Beach and the Getty Museum, saw the Hollywood sign and walked the Walk of Stars. Deep down she sensed her ascent up the hierarchy of needs. She no longer worried about where she would sleep or what she would eat, and she wasn't apprehensive about her safety. She was even beginning to feel like she belonged. The girls at the diner accepted her as one of their own, and Jack treated her like feral cat that he was patiently domesticating. She realized that it would be very easy to take advantage of Jack. He let her live rent-free, kept food in the cupboard and didn't ask a lot of questions. In Chicago she might have been greedy, but that didn't feel right here and now. The bitterness that had once consumed her was abating. It was almost like she was happy. They returned to Quartzsite the day before her trial. Her attorney suggested she plead guilty to the possession charges and innocent to soliciting and resisting. He advised her to wear a short sleeve shirt and pray for mercy from the court. Cathryn had taken care of the reservations and checked them into the motel. Jack said, "Hey, this is the same room we had the last time." "It is." "But there's only one bed." Cathryn smiled and said, "...and I only have one night. I could be locked up tomorrow." After Jack put the luggage down Cathryn turned to face him and said, "How come you've never tried to kiss me?" "You told me you didn't want me to touch you." "That was the first night. It's been almost two months. You've had plenty of opportunities." "Do you want the real reason?" "Tell me." "It would be cheating. When you kiss me I want it to be because you want to kiss me, not because you owe me. I want you to be an independent woman, self sufficient and master of your own destiny. I want you to kiss me because of who I am, not what I've done for you." She reached up and kissed his lips. "Don't you want to be the white knight that rescues the damsel and falls in love." He slid his fingers through her hair and said, "No one can rescue you, but you." "You don't think you rescued me that night?" "I got you out of a jam." Jack reached down and took her hand. He lifted her arm and lightly brushed her tattoos. "This is your prison. All I can do is stand outside and hope you find a way to me." She kissed him again. Her tongue breached his lips as he pulled her body tightly to his. She push him away. "What if I never completely escape from my prison?" He kissed her forehead. "I don't think you will ever be completely free of the emotional scars. But I don't want you to resent me in five years or seven years." She undid the top button of his shirt. "I'm not the only person in the room with emotional scars, and I'm not willing to wait until the scars are fully healed." Jack smiled and kissed her. Their tongues mingled in her mouth and then mingled in his. He pulled away and asked, "What happened the last time we were together in this room?" "I didn't know you, and I wasn't ready." "Are you ready now?" "Almost, but I have some rules. You can't do anything that reminds me of my rapist. I want you to lie on the bed and let me take control. Don't touch me unless I tell you to touch me. Don't speak unless I speak to you, and don't moan, whatever you do, don't moan." "No moaning. Got it." Cathryn slowly undid the second button on his shirt. "Why did you stop for me that night?" "It was the right thing to do." "Yes but hundreds of people sped past. Why did you stop?" She undid the next button while she waited for him to answer. "I think it's because the man I aspire to be would stop. He's never in a hurry. He makes time for people. He always stops." She undid the last button and slid his shirt off and slipped her fingers through the hair on his chest. "It would probably be easier to aspire to be an astronaut or the president." "Yea, sometimes I get totally fucked." She hooked her thumbs into his pants and pushed them down. "Well, you are going to get totally fucked tonight, that's for sure." "I really hope you're being literal." "Of course I am," she said as she pushed him until he fell onto the bed. While he lay naked on the bed, she undressed and then slowly put on vintage lingerie. The bra pushed her tits into tight bullets and the panties went almost up to her navel. She took her time securing dark stockings to a garter belt. She held up her arms and turned around for him to see. "Do you like?" "Very much." She sauntered into the bathroom and returned with her deep red lipstick. She casually applied the lipstick while looking in a mirror where he could watch. She touched up her hair and then inspected herself in the mirror. Once she was satisfied she put on a pair of long black gloves. She looked into his eyes while she touched her gloved index finger to the tip of his big toe. Her eyes held his as her finger glided down his foot and up his leg. "I want you to tell me something." She paused while tightening her grip on his gaze. Her finger was inches away from his cock. "I want to know your kryptonite." His cock inexplicably surged. Was this a game? It had started off serious, but now they were way off in uncharted territory. "I'm not Superman." It was the best he could come up with. "Every man has a kryptonite. I need to know yours." He knew what she wanted, but he didn't want to give it to her. He froze. She sat down on the bed and playfully touched the tip of his nose, "Don't you want to play?" "I do want to play." "So, tell me something about yourself that no one else knows." "Like what?" "Tell me why your wife left you." "I thought we already talked about that." "You told me how, but you didn't say why." "She was having an affair. He offered something I couldn't. I don't know." He feigned ignorance. "Tell me more." "Why are you doing this to me?" "Because you're closed. You stop at the side of the road, and you drive me all over the desert, you put me up in a motel, and you let me live in your house, but you don't share anything of yourself and you don't tell me why. I want to know why." She grabbed his cock, shook it, then said, "Come on out Jack, I want to know the real you." "That's what Tess said. She said she never knew the real me." "Was Tess your wife?" "Yes." "Did you love her?" "Of course." "Why did you let her go?" "By the time she left, I didn't have a choice." "Did she fuck you?" "Of course, we were married." "No, not literally, figuratively. Did she fuck you?" She was no longer playing. She stopped and looked into his eyes while she waited for an answer. "Yes, she fucked me." "Have a lot of girls fucked you?" "Please stop." "Why do you let them fuck you?" "Someday I'm going to meet a girl that isn't going to fuck me over. When I do, it will make it all worthwhile." That was enough for Cathryn. She removed her panties and crawled on top of him. She sat on him with her knees at his ribs and her feet at his hips. He tried to stroke her thigh with his hand, but she grabbed his wrist and said, "You need to be good," and she put his hand at the corner of the mattress. She moved her hips forward and back, rubbing her bushy pussy up and down the length of his shaft. He began to move his hips in unison with hers, but she stopped him, "Be still. Don't do anything." He couldn't touch her, move, speak, or god forbid, moan. He had nothing more to do than watch her as she used

his cock to masterbate. Eventually, she bent over and kissed him on the lips. He could feel the residue of her heavy lipstick on his lips. She kissed his cheek, his neck and his nipple. She kissed his stomach, his navel and then she kissed his cock. A trail of red rings marked her path to his penis. She asked, "Do you think it's better to give or receive oral sex?" "That depends on whether I can move or not." "That's a good point." She slid down the bed so that she could take his penis into her mouth. Jack thought she would give him a blowjob, but she just moved her lips up and down his erection. After a few round trips his penis was bright pink from her lipstick.. "There," she said. "You no longer have an aggressive cock. Now you have a polite pink penis. Isn't it adorable?" She gave it a little kiss. "I suppose," Jack was not happy about having his penis referred to as polite, but he guessed that a polite penis was not something that a rapist would have. Polite or not, his penis was hard. She had no trouble sliding it inside of her. She slowly raised herself up off of him, then breached her vagina and gradually slid all the way down again. Jack had a hard time keeping still. Her vagina was hot and wet. He wanted to drive himself into her, but he knew that wasn't what she needed. It was the first time he'd had sex with a woman other than his wife in years. He was surprised by the tightness of her youthful pussy, the varied contours of her vaginal canal, and the playfulness of her technique. They weren't just having sex, they were becoming intimate in a way he had never done before. She looked down on him as she repeatedly impaled herself. She savored the penetration of her vagina, the transit of his cock and the serene satisfaction of her fullness. She delighted in the torture of his unbound restraint. He was doing his best to give her what she needed and he was doing nothing at all. He looked up at her and wondered what her tits looked like underneath the bullet bra and if he would ever get to touch them. She looked down on him and traced a line on his chest with her finger. The line went down his stomach to the place where his cock disappeared into her vagina. Her finger made a small circle on her clitoris. "Do you wish you could touch me?" "You know I do." "Well, maybe if you're a good boy you can touch me next time." She slowly built of the intensity on her clit. Her eyes held his. "Do you like watching me?" "It's my second favorite thing to do." She smiled and continued to massage herself while she continued to rise and fall over him. He hated to see her satisfy herself in front of him, but knew that it was not his place to touch her. "Don't you dare look away," she said. She wanted to watch him suffer through her orgasm, with him on the precipice of his own. He began to move a hand, but she stopped him with the shake of her head. She continued to finger herself, while slowly riding up and down his cock with her firm, tight pussy. All the while he looked him in the eye. She came first, then she increased the frequency of her motion and he came soon after. She laid down beside him. "Can I touch you now?" "Put your arms around me and hold me close." They laid in silence for a few moments, then she said, "That will give me something to live for while I'm in jail." Jack considered what had happened. He had kept to his code for two months of living with her, then somehow failed spectacularly in one night. Was it a failure? If anything she now knew that she could trust him with a loaded penis. Cathryn wore a vintage sleeveless dress to court the next morning. It was something that Jackie Onassis might have worn when she was still a Kennedy. She and her attorney left Jack in the gallery as they went before the judge, who happened to be a woman. The police officer described how he had stopped Cathryn as she walked alone at night. He determined that she was soliciting based on her provocative tattoos. She resisted arrest and later the pot was found in her bag. The judge studied Cathryn as the officer spoke. When he finished she said, "Let me see these tattoos." After examining Cathryn's arms she spoke quietly to her, then asked her attorney to join them at the bench. They spoke quietly for several minutes. Cathryn pointed Jack out and then they spoke some more. The judge said, "Karl, did you read these tattoos before you made the arrest?" "Yes, your honor." "Please, read them again." As he did she asked, "Is it more likely that these would be on the arms of a prostitute or someone that had been brutally raped?" Karl said, "I must have misread them your honor." The Judge thanked the officer, then found Cathryn not guilty of soliciting and resisting arrest, but guilty of possession of marijuana. The judge called Jack up to the bench. "I understand that Cathryn is living with you." "I let her stay in a spare room." The judge nodded, then said, "I'd like to put her on probation, but I'd rather not force her to live in Arizona. Are you willing to report in to her parole officer for the next six months? He will want you to confirm Cathryn's whereabouts and activities on a weekly basis. This is a big commitment, can you do this for me?" Cathryn gave him a hopeful look. What was he going to say? He wasn't going to quit now after all the effort he had put into getting her to stand on her own two feet, so he did the only thing he could do and agreed to her terms. There were several technical details that had to be sorted out regarding Jack's background, employment and financial situation. Once the court was satisfied that Jack had the means to take care of Cathryn they met the parole officer and sorted out the details of their new routine. It was late afternoon before they started home. Cathryn closed the truck's door and smiled. "You're bound to me." "I think it would be more accurate to say that you are bound to me." She couldn't get over her change in fortune. Last night she thought she was be in jail; today she found out she has six more months with her white knight. As a bonus the sex was great. Not that he did anything spectacular, but he played by her rules and that was what she needed the most-at least for now. Jack thought about the last two months as he drove. He couldn't identify a decision or choice that he had made that would have altered his current situation. Driving past Cathryn as she waved at the roadside was not an option. He helped people, that was just who he was. After that the dominos just seemed to fall. He couldn't abandon her at the gas station, at her sister's trailer, or at the police station. Now he had her for the next six months. Would six months become a year? Were they going to spend their lives together? Jack looked over to see her gazing at him. She said, "I can't believe how lucky I've been." "I'm happy for you." "Aren't you happy for us?" "I'm happy, but I'm also worried that I can't be the person you need." "I don't understand." He lightly touched her arm and said, "I think you do." The silence of their drive was interrupted by a phone call. "Hello." Jack answered on the trucks bluetooth. "Hi Jack, it's Mary." Jack and Mary exchanged pleasantries. Cathryn was able to glean that Mary had been a mutual friend of Jack and his ex. She was having a party and wanted Jack to come, even though Tess and Peter would both be there. Mary said, "I haven't heard back from you, so I wanted to follow up." Cathryn's eyes lit, she nodded vigorously and silently mouthed the words, "Let's go." Jack shook his head. Mary continued, "Tess promises she'll be good. She really wants to see you." Cathryn took control by speaking directly into the bluetooth, "Can he bring a date?" "Is there someone with you?" Jack shook his head at Cathryn while he said, "Yea, we're just driving in from Arizona." Mary was going to have a field day sharing that with the girls. "I didn't realize you were seeing anyone." "We're living together," Cathryn inserted herself again. Jack winced at the thought of the shit storm Cathryn was creating. Mary was a bit flustered, "By all means, bring your date." After a few more pleasantries the call ended. "Oh crap, what have you done?" He really didn't want to see Tess. Cathryn studied the side of Jack's face as he drove. "What's up with your ex-wife?" The question made Jack uncomfortable. "I really don't want to talk about my ex." They listened to the radio for the rest of the ride. Then next day Cathryn scoured vintage clothing shops to find the right outfit for Mary's party. She returned with something Audrey Hepburn might have worn in Roman Holiday. It had the long sleeves she needed, but was short enough to show off her legs. She'd found matching heels that were high enough to shape her calves without drawing attention away from her legs. She topped it off with a matching hat and a pair of white gloves. She roped Jack into a retro suit with a thin tie and they drove off together in her Falcon ready to travel through space and time to conquer Jack's friends. By the time they arrived the party was in full swing. Cathryn hooked her arm through Jack's and let him escort her in. She straightened her plumb perfect posture and imitated the walk she had seen in her favorite Hepburn films. The only thing missing was a long cigarette holder. The party was in a barroom. Twenty or so small tables surrounded the bar. A few empty tables were cast into quiet corners. Most of the people were standing and talking. Some couples sat at tables and a group sat at the bar. The lights were dim and lively music played. Jack recognized about half the faces. He realized that most of those he recognized had known about Tess's affair long before he did. He felt his confidence drain away. "Look at me and smile," Cathryn said. As he did his best to smile she said, "Is there a single woman in this room that you would rather be with? Take your time and look around." Jack saw Tess, Mary and a few other acquaintances. A couple that he vaguely remembered stopped and said hello. He waved to a few other friends then lead Cathryn to the bar as he continued to scan the room. "Well?" "Everyone is looking at you." he said. There was no mystery why, she looked fantastic. "Only one person in here matters to me." This time he gave her a real smile. While Jack waited in line at the bar a young buck introduced himself to Cathryn. He complimented her outfit and made small talk about the lameness of the party. Once he established a beachhead, three friends joined him. They chatted, laughed and tried to outdo one another in stories of hijinks and adventure. Cathryn encouraged them with eye contact, smiles, and laughter. By the time Jack returned with the drinks the group had grown to become the center of the party, at least for the younger crowd. Jack held the drinks over his head as he waded into the group surrounding Cathryn. He collected some dirty looks from the eager stallions he displaced, but Cathryn pulled him in. The conversation hopped from fashion to mixed drinks to social media. Jack surfaced for air when the group began exchanging usernames on each of the endless social media applications. Tess descended upon him the instant he emerged from the group. As usual, she was overdressed. She wore a steel gray suit that left most of her long legs exposed. Her silver hair was parted on the side and precision cut to align with her strong jaw. Her ears, neck and wrists were adorned with diamonds. Her meticulous smile appeared warm and calculating at the same time. She scolded him for not keeping in touch and said that there was something very important that they needed to discuss. She took his hand a led him to a table tucked in a secluded corner. Tess sat facing him with her legs crossed. She made certain that her seat blocked his exit. She delicately took his hand, placed it on her knee and traced the veins with her index finger. She settled into her soft coo of a voice, "It's nice to see you again." Jack couldn't understand why his cock got hard every time she used this voice. Was he nothing more than a tool for her to use? He shifted in his seat and tried to prepare himself for her impending assault. "Aren't you happy to see me?" she asked. Her blue eyes insisted that he respond. "It's always nice to see you. How's Peter these days?" He tried to exert some control over the conversation. "Peter is Peter. He will never be you." Her head tipped gently to the side as she spoke. Jack marveled at her ability to play into his deep-seated desire to please her. She squeezed his hand between hers and said, "I need to talk to you. Can you please help me out?" She had asked for help. Jack could no more refuse than fly. "You know I didn't mean to hurt you, don't you?" "How can you say that? You had an affair. How much more hurtful can you get?" She squeezed his hand, then slid her hand up his arm. The hand then dropped from his arm down to his leg. She looked into his eyes and said, "You know I did it for you." Jack was confused. Her touch was distracting and her words didn't make sense. "You have to admit that our marriage had gotten a little stale." She pushed her hand up his leg, testing the limits of his cock, but not touching it. "Don't get me wrong, you were always good, but we could have been better. I realized that some men, men like you, are unhappy in conventional relationships. You need more. You need to be the white knight, battling to save your princess." "You thought I wanted to fight for you?" "Of course I did, but you let me down." Jack just looked at her. "You were my valiant prince. You always came to my rescue, but just when I needed you most you weren't there." Somehow her affair was his fault, and she was disappointed in him. He was overcome by an instinctive urge to flee but he was hemmed in. Tess sensed his panic and soothed him with her hands and calmed him with her voice. Her soft touch and smooth voice opened his mind to her strange, twisted logic. "Jack, I want you back. Everything I did, I did for you. I thought it would make you happy." "But, how could you think that I wanted you to be with someone else?" "Jack, you practically forced me into it! I know you knew about it from the beginning and I also know that you liked it." Jack shook his head, it simply wasn't true. Even though he knew that she was warping reality, she knew exactly how to bend his will and shake his resolve. He could feel his will begin to crumble. "I miss you, and I need you. Won't you please come back?" Jack feared that he was lost. In a few moments he would be back under her spell. Cathryn had watched Tess lead Jack away. She ruled out direct intervention. Her two month relationship was no match for seven years of marriage, no matter how ugly the divorce had been. She decided that the best defence was a good offence and found Peter, who was alone at the bar. Peter was a big guy. He was about Jack's age, but he had at least four inches and fifty pounds on him. He dressed in navy blue slacks and sports jacket. His hair was freshly cut and his cologne was generously applied. Cathryn stood close enough to be inescapable, but did not look his way. The barkeep delivered Peter's drink, took her order for a Manhattan and departed. "What is a sophisticated woman like yourself doing with this mob of youngsters?" He waved an arm in the direction of her group. She gave an enticing smile and asked, "Who should I be associating with?" "You need someone with some experience and maturity. Someone with a gentle hand that can guide and caress you." "Wow, it sounds like I could really learn something from you." She turned her shoulders to face him, engaged his eyes and made him the center of her universe. "Indeed you could." "Do you mind if I record this? It sounds like it is going to be good." She held up her phone to catch his response. "By all means. You should record this so that my wisdom can be preserved and cherished." "You were saying..." "Oh yes, of course, I was saying that a beautiful sophisticated woman like yourself should be associating with someone like me. Rather than bring you to a dull as dishwater gathering such as this, I would whisk you away to the farthest stretches of the Earth. We would dine on the finest delicacies and drink the most superb wine." He brought a pointed finger to his chest and said, "I would show you how to live." "...and sex, would we have sex?" "Oh, my dear, sex with me is unparalleled. These young men would do nothing more than bounce around on top of you. I would show you the joy and pleasure of sensual lovemaking. Once you have sex with me you will never want to have sex with anyone else." Cathryn almost felt sorry for this poor pompous ass, but she kept recording anyway. Tess felt no pity at all. She wanted Jack under her thumb and she was going to have Jack under her thumb. She stroked the side of his face and waited for his will to yield. He was born to be exploited and she was born to exploit him. There was nothing anyone could do about it. A loud eruption of hoots and hollers broke Tess's train of thought. She looked out into the bar to see what the people were watching, but no one was watching the TVs. All of the young people were looking down at their phones. Would they ever live in the real world? She turned back to Jack who was also looking at his phone. She was about to lash out at him when Mary interrupted. "Tess, you'd better get Peter away from that girl." Mary lead Tess to the bar. Jack followed the instructions that Cathryn had texted and headed straight for her car. "What the hell happened?" Jack asked as they drove out of the parking lot. "I was going to ask you the same thing." Jack hung his head. "I don't want to talk about it." "Oh, I know what happened. I just want the details." "What do you think happened?" "She held your hand and walked you to a quiet place. She softly stroked your arm, hand and face while she made it seem like she'd never done anything to hurt you. You believed her even though you knew better. Then she asked you to do something for her. It was probably something degrading, something that you would never do with a clear head. But with her touching you, staring into your eyes and purring into your ear you were completely powerless to say no." Jack wondered how she knew so much. "That's textbook male manipulation. Every sleazy bitch in town knows how to do it." "I'm so fucking pathetic." "No, you're not pathetic. You had your defenses all set. You weren't going to the party. You didn't even reply to her invitation. I was the one that made you go. It was my fault." She continued, "The thing you don't seem to understand is that you are genetically programmed to help people, particularly women. Once people like Tess realize that, they will take advantage of you again and again. It's like you have a handicap, except with the right woman it's a blessing." Jack meekly smiled. "At least there's hope." "There's more than hope. You can be that person you want to be. You just can't be it with her." The passing streetlights created deep shadows that moved across her face as she drove. Only her dark eyes and deep-red lipstick held constant. Somehow Cathryn was becoming more attractive with each passing day. Jack wondered how it was possible that the girl at the truckstop could be so beautiful; was it the clothes or something deeper that had changed? Jack had just laid down in bed when he heard Cathryn called from her bedroom. "Jack, could you come here please." She was sitting up in her bed, wearing the vintage nightgown he had seen before. She patted the bed and said, "Sit down here next to me." He arranged his boxers so that he wouldn't be exposed as he sat. She took his hand in hers and examined it. She touched a scar near his wrist with her index finger, then traced a tendon down to the end of his finger. "I want you to help me understand what is going on. Can you please help me?" "Of course." She smiled as she turned his hand over and examined his palm. "I saw Tess in action today, but I didn't get why she wanted to talk to you. Can you please tell me?" "Please don't ask that." "Oh, Jack, don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you." Cathryn had known he would be easy to manipulate, but it wasn't until she had seen Tess's merciless onslaught that she realized how strong her hold was on him. Cathryn resolved to break Tess's hold with a little manipulation of her own. "Please, please don't." "Won't you please help me?" Cathryn purred. Her voice was as smooth as silk. She knew that he would help. He had no choice. She softly rubbed her hand on his. Her eyes were focused on his hand, but she was paying attention to every movement his body made. "I don't see how this is going to help." Jack's cock surged up through the gap in his boxers. He tried to readjust himself, but she wouldn't let go of his hand. "It's alright. Your cock is supposed to get hard." Cathryn appealed to a base desire of his subconscious. She touched his hand, his arm and his face. She nurtured his erection by touching everything but the erection itself. Jack felt like he was lost in a stormy ocean of emotion. Waves of desire crashed over him. He wanted to please her, but was appalled at the same time. Cathryn was manipulating him just like Tess did. He had thought he could trust her, but he was no longer certain. "Your cock got hard today at the party didn't it?" He was silent. "It's okay, just tell me that your cock got hard." She brush a stray hair from his face. The sensation of her fingers on his face caused his cock to surge again. "My cock was hard. My cock gets hard every time she touches me." Cathryn smiled, "That's a good boy. Now tell me what you talked about." Jack was silent. "You're not helping me Jack. You said you would help me. Tell me what she wanted." Her hand made an excursion up his leg. He continued to resist her gentle persuasion. "Oh, Jack, I'm only doing this for you." She continued to caress his leg. Jack did not want to expose any of this to Cathryn, but she was impossible for him to deny. He could feel anxiety building within himself as he said, "She wanted me back." "But she has Peter now. I don't understand." "She thought I wanted her to have another lover. She said she did it to make me happy." A bolt of panic struck him as the words left his mouth. His stomach wrapped itself into a knot and his whole body began to sweat. He stood up and said, "I can't do this. You have to go." "What?" "I can't do this." The panic rapidly subsided and his will began to bu

ild. "Of course you can." "I won't be tooled like this, and the only way I know how to prevent it is to stay away from people that take advantage of me. You have to leave." "Tonight?" "No, you can find a place tomorrow." He went back into his room and closed the door. Cathryn couldn't believe she'd been so stupid. She should have known that he would be pissed off about being manipulated and she knew that his only defence was to push her away. It was exactly what he'd done with Tess. Now she'd fucked everything up. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The next morning Jack couldn't look her in the eye. They navigated around the toaster and coffee maker like strangers at a breakfast bar. Cathryn was tempted to apologize, but thought it would sound like she was being manipulative. She said, "Do I need to go back to Arizona, or will you still support me?" Jack considered the question. It didn't sound like manipulation, and she needed to know. He said, "I'll support you." It was what he had committed to do, but he still felt like a sucker. She moved in with one of the other girls from work later that day. A couple of days later Tess knocked at the door. She burst in as Jack answered. "Would you mind reining in your bitch?" She spit the words at him. She was dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Her hair was a mess and she wasn't wearing any makeup. He had never seen her look so disheveled. "Good morning to you too." "Don't give me that shit. Where is the little cunt?" Tess stormed around Jack's apartment. "What's going on?" "Oh, like you don't know." "Please humor me." He maximized politeness to contrast her rudeness. "That little bitch of yours is posting six-second video clips of Peter making an ass of himself all over the internet. She started at the party and refuses to stop. I'm going to rip her fucking head off when I get my hands on her." That explained the rapid exit from Mary's party. Jack laughed, "It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy." "Fuck you. I would have thought that you of all people would have been sympathetic to public humiliation." "You're horrible. It's time for you to leave." With that he pushed her out the door and said, "Give Peter my best." She stumbled onto the grass and shouted, "Fuck you asshole!" Jack looked down on her spread out on the grass. "You really are a sleazy bitch. How did I miss that?" The expression on her face revealed that she knew he was gone for good. He closed the door without a second look. That evening Jack found the videos online. Humiliating was an understatement. It was bad enough that Peter was cheating on Tess and trying to bird dog Jack's girl for a second time, but he was completely oblivious to what was going on. He interpreted Cathryn's mordant smile as encouraging and he boorishly insulted everyone and everything in sight. But the saddest part was that the videos captured the real Peter. The thought of Peter being humiliated brought a smile to Jack's face. Of course, Tess would be humiliated by association. He wondered how long it would be before Tess had someone new, and then he decided he didn't care. \------------------ "I think mister lonely heart at table 12 is in love with you," said the new waitress. Cathryn replied, "I should be so lucky." "He's there every morning, and he only sits at your tables. I think he's got the hots for you." she sang in an unrecognizable melody. Every morning Jack was there to check up on her, just like he said he would. Every morning he was there reminding her of something that could have been. Every morning she prayed for a second chance. The morning rush had died down so she took the seat across from him. "More coffee?" "No, thanks." "What time do you want to leave tomorrow morning?" It was the end of her probation and the probation officer wanted to see her in person. In two days they would no longer be bound, and she would probably never see him again. He picked her up at 10. She looked as nice as he'd ever seen her. A white sweater covered her arms and a short skirt let her legs show. "You look beautiful." "Thanks." She was consciously as perky and attractive as she could possibly be. They listened to the radio for the first hour, then Cathryn's phone rang and she turned down the music to take the call. She chatted for a few minutes with a boy that wanted to take her out. She was polite, but noncommittal. It wasn't five minutes before her phone rang again and she had a similar conversation with a different boy. "You're popular now." "I guess so. It's funny, it wasn't that long ago I couldn't get anyone, including my own sister, to pick up the phone. Now attractive guys call me day and night." Jack gave a hollow smile, "You've come a long way." They rode in silence for a few minutes before her phone rang a third time. This time she turned it off. "Do you remember the conversation we had in the car after we saw last saw the judge? You were worried that you couldn't be the man I needed." "I remember." "Well, you were there for me. I wish I could have been there for you." "Why would you need to be there for me? I'm the white knight. I don't need to be rescued." "You know that's not true." Jack drove in silence. He wanted to leave his problems buried. Cathryn thought for a few moments. Today was her last chance, she had to make it count. She'd spent that last couple of months trying to figure out a way to address their relationship. Despite that, she was here winging it on the last day. "Tell me what happened Jack. I thought we were doing so well. We were a team at the party, but I made one mistake, one well intentioned mistake, and wham! goodbye, so long forever. Was it that horrible that I played with you? You seemed to like it when Tess did it." Jack didn't want to have this conversation. He said, "I think I'd rather talk about your rape." "No, you don't get to say that. I wear my rape on my arms. Whatever happened to you is buried. All I see are the consequences." He failed to reply before she continued, "How long am I going to have to wait for you to find your way out of your prison? It will take forever if you fail to acknowledge you're in a prison." He caught the reference to their earlier conversation, and he knew what she was driving at, but he didn't know how to answer. "Would it really be that objectionable for me to help you?" "I don't need your help." "Oh right, you were doing great with Tess at the party. You'd be wrapped around her finger right now if I hadn't slimed Peter." He knew she was right. "But you were just going to take her place." "No, I wasn't. I just wanted to know what was going on. I just wanted to know you better. I wanted to be intimate with you." She continued, "You could look for a thousand years and never find someone that feels the way I do about you. If you have any feelings for me at all you have to let me in." She laid her cards on the table. It was a gamble, but she figured she had nothing to lose. Jack knew that he had feelings for her. He was surprised at how lonely he had been after she left. How did she leave such a big hole in his life after only a few months? He replayed their conversation in his mind. She hadn't touched him, asked for his help, given him big doe eyes, or spoke in a soft voice. If anything she sounded a little desperate and shrill. He said, "You really did slime Peter. Tess kicked him out; she's got some new guy that no one likes now." "I kind of felt sorry for Peter. He was just a pawn that we all used." "You probably did him a favor." Cathryn nodded; he probably was better off. "Were you as effective with your own revenge?" Tess didn't like to discuss anything to do with her rape, but she answered in the spirit of shared intimacy, "Well, no. He died from prostate cancer a few years ago." Jack was sorry he asked. He shut up and drove. When they got to Quartzsite they checked into the same room at the same motel they had stayed in before. They walked hand in hand from the motel to the best restaurant in town, which was really a bar that served decent food. Jack picked the quietest table and ordered their best bottle of red wine. He was implicitly giving her what she asked for, and he hoped he wouldn't regret it. The waiter poured the wine, took their order then left them alone. She raised wine glass and said, "Tomorrow you will be free of me, and I will be an independent, self sufficient woman. Here's to independence." Jack touched his glass to hers with a tinge of melancholy resting in his gut. "I will also finally be able to kiss you," she said with a broad smile. "To lots and lots of kisses," said Jack with another clink of their glasses. Cathryn clasped her hands at the edge of the table. She spoke directly, with no detectable emotion. "Do you want to tell me here, or do you want to wait until we get back to the motel room?" Their table was secluded enough to have a private conversation. "We might as well get it over with." Jack refilled his glass then downed it in one gulp. "I wasn't totally honest with you. After I found Tess and Peter in bed, she raced after me and caught me before I could leave. She cooed in that voice of hers, and stroked my head, arms and hands. She told me how precious I was to her, how much she loved me and that she couldn't make it through life without my help. Some part of me knew it was all bullshit, but there was another part that wanted to believe her. I stayed, like the schmuck that I am." "The first time I caught them I'd surprised them by coming home early. The second time she wanted to be caught. She didn't even ask Peter to leave. She just looked at me from underneath him and said that she would be done in a moment and that she had something important she wanted to talk about." Cathryn didn't want to hear the rest, but she was transfixed by Jack's gruesome tale. "She was naked when she came out of the bedroom. She reached down, touched my cock through my pants and said that she knew I would be hard. She said that my cock told the truth and nothing I could say would change the truth. She said that I had to stay with her because it was who I am and nothing would change that. She made me kiss her and fuck her. I could smell him and taste him all over her and it happened night after night. I put up with it for a couple of months and then I moved out. A few months later we got divorced." "She raped you." "No, it's not like I couldn't just get up and leave." "That's exactly what you couldn't do. You were powerless and she took advantage of you. That's rape in anybody's book." Jack refused to accept that he'd been raped. "No, I was just weak. I let her do it." "You sound just like a rape victim. You were raped." Jack paused for a moment. He didn't accept that he'd been raped, so he pressed on with his explanation, "Anyway, back to you. You called me into your room and told me where to sit, just as she would have done. You touched me the way she would have touched me, and you softly cooed, just the way she did. It took me back to her in bed with him, asking me to clean up his mess. I was overwhelmed by anxiety. I just had to push you away. I'm sorry." "You're sorry? I am so sorry!" The waitress interrupted their apologies with Jalapeno Poppers. Jack put a full pepper into his mouth hoping the pain would be a distraction. Cathryn thought about telling him that arousal during rape was common, that there were both psychological and physical aspects to rape, and that most male rape victims were erect during the act. But it wasn't where the conversation needed to go. She said, "I regret asking you to tell me this." Jack could feel the anxiety drain, "Now you know my kryptonite." "Yes I do." She also had a much deeper appreciation of the white knight who had cared for her that night. From there the conversation took a lighter track. Over dinner they discussed her work at the diner, an issue with the starter on the Falcon and some home improvements Jack hoped to get done. On the way out Jack picked up another bottle of wine for the motel room. He put his arm around her and said, "I have one more thing that I want to say. Up until the night I found you, I thought about Tess sixty times an hour. Since that night, it's been you I think of." With this Cathryn was certain she had him back. She was ecstatic. Jack opened the door to let them in. He hadn't taken two steps into the room before she tackled him on the bed. She rolled, so that he was on top, and looked up into his eyes. "Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?" "Ah, yes. The eternal question, what to do with a fair maiden lying on your bed. Centuries of scholars have pondered this very question." They exchanged smiles, then he touched his tongue to her lips and traced the arc of her mouth with the tip of his tongue. He kissed an eyebrow, then traced the ridge of her nose with the tip of his. She felt his hot breath on her face and smelled the Jalapenos from dinner. "You're trying to torture me, aren't you?" "After all you've put me through, I think you deserve it." She slid his shirt up over his head, then strained to kiss his neck. He sat up and straddled her. "Are there any rules tonight?" She started to say, 'no', but stopped herself. "Just one. I want you to touch every part of my body with every part of your body." Jack laughed, "That could get a little awkward." "Well, you asked." "So, it's my fault." "Of course, you're the guy. Everything is always your fault." He pondered her request as he unbuttoned her sweater. "I'm going to start with the tip of my nose." "An excellent choice." she said as she slid her arms out of the sweater's sleeves. He sat behind her and reached around to unbutton her blouse. He slowly undid the buttons as his nose pressed against the back of her neck. His breath was hot against her skin. She arched her back to amplify the sensation as he slowly breathed. In then out. Each breath seemed to last for ever. The button's defense held much longer than she expected as his breathing marked the passing time. In then out. She could feel the blood flowing to the organs between her legs and the lubricants building up. With each breath she became more and more aroused. In then out. When the last button fell he gently slid her blouse down the length of her arms. She thought, 'at last!' and hoped he would roll her over and take her, but he turned his attention to her bra. He touched the tip of his nose to the vertebrae in her neck as his fingers navigated the hooks of her bra. In then out. Deep breaths through his nostrils tickled the fine hairs on her back while the pull and tug at her bra began to excite her breasts. In then out. The hooks frustrated his fingers as they blindly uncoupled the closure. In then out. Eventually, her bra went slack, and he slowly slid it off. She wasn't going to be able to handle this. She was wet and engorged, and he still had his pants on. She wanted his cock hard inside her. She wanted to feel the fullness, the motion and the pressure. She wanted the pounding of his pelvis against hers. A shiver ran down her spine, causing a wave of tension in her vulva. She reached back and placed her hand on the crotch of his pants. His cock was rock hard. She forced him up undid his pants and ripped them off, taking his boxers as well. He smiled as he stood at the bedside, taking in a good look at her taut tits. After gazing at her for what seemed like eternity he asked, "Would you like some wine?" He poured wine into the motel's disposable plastic water cups. She took the cup in one hand and his balls in the other. A healthy mouthful of wine was followed by tug at his testicals and a healthy mouthful of cock. She road her lips as far down his cock as she could and then back up. He parried her assault. He slid his dick out of her mouth and kneeled down in front of her. His face was level with hers and their noses lightly touched. Their eyes were much too close to focus. In then out. His breath washed over her face. He thought about her tattoos and bruises she had on the night they met. He dragged the back of his fingernails down both sides of her face and wondered it she had ever experienced sex with compassion and affection. In then out. He recalled his voluntary restraint the first time they had sex and concluded that it was unlikely. He said, "This isn't a porn movie or work of fiction with an eight inch dick and F cup tits." Puffs of air splashed off her face as he spoke. "This is just you and I, exploring each other's bodies. We will come, there is no doubt about it, but relax. Let it settle on us like a sunrise rather than trying to force it to happen." "You're driving me crazy. I'm a fucking hair's breadth from orgasm and all you'll do is breathe on me." She stood up and took off her skirt and panties. He tried to stand but, before he could, she pushed him onto the floor. She jumped on top of him and pierced her soaking vagina with his rigid penis. His cock's transit was frictionless. She ground her pelvic bone against his then extracted his penis and pierced herself again, driving her clit hard onto him. She did it again and again, rushing headlong into a glorious climax. Jack realized that he was fighting a losing battle, so he began thrusting upwards into her, matching her verve with a vigor of his own. His hands grabbed her tight ass and he pulled at her to amplify the thrusts. In a matter of a half dozen thrusts she let out a lusty wail that was undoubtedly audible in the adjacent rooms. She stopped thrusting and lowered herself all the way down, taking his full length inside of her. She began to move her hips in a circular pattern. "Talk to me." He looked up at her as he assembled his thoughts. "Let's get on the bed." "Not like that, I mean sexy talk." "No, seriously, my back hurts. Let's get on the bed." She laid down on the bed with her legs spread. He climbed on top of her and inserted himself into her. His back was arched and his hands were at her shoulders. He said, "I've been looking for you for a long time." His hips moved slowly as he spoke. His penis glided effortlessly in and out. "I even gave up and married the wrong woman." Her eyes closed. "I can't tell you how many times I've put it all on the line for a woman, only to be totally fucked." This was better than the 'fuck me harder' sex talk that she was expecting. She slowly pushed her hips into his and waited for him to continue. "I vowed that I would never let it happen again. Never again would I let a woman into my heart. Never again would I play the sucker. Never again would I be totally fucked." She opened her eyes to watch the unfolding confession. She grabbed his back with her hands and pulled herself up and onto his cock. "And then there you were on the highway, and I had no choice but to stop." He closed his eyes and drove his shaft deep into her vagina. A shiver ran down his spine and he did it again. "I had no choice but to help you." His hands dug deep into the sheets as his hips pressed down upon her. She responded by pulling her hips up into his. "There was nothing I could do." They pummeled at each other's pelvic bones while sliding effortlessly at each other's genitalia. She could feel the pressure building again. He said, "Please don't fuck me." His head dropped so that he could suck a nipple into his mouth. He nibbled at it with lip-covered teeth, then he sucked as much into his mouth as he could while an errant hand massaged the other breast. Her tits were firm and filled with youth. She grabbed clumps of hair and held his head tightly to her. Her back arched and chest expanded to push more of her tit into his mouth. She said, "Oh, but I'm going to." Terror struck Jack. He thought she knew better than to tease about this. She rolled over on top of him, firmly holding his gaze with hers. She said, "I'm going to fuck you every day, and you are going to fuck me." Jack's fear of being fucked mixed with the ecstasy of their intercourse, his anxiety about his past relationships and the reassurance of her body next to his. Was she deliberately torturing him or did she have some other motive? "You are going to spend the rest of your life vulnerable to me." His pulse raced as she compelled his cock to plumb the depths of her warm, wet socket. In then out, again and again. "You will be intimate with me." His fear was displaced by the rush of an impending orgasm. "You'll need me." His cock was a slave to the beck and call of her cunt. He had no choice but to drive it fully and completely into her. "You'll have me." She was relentless in her persuasion. "Love me." His spine began to shiver as the orgasm built inside of him. "That's the way it has to be." His cock released with a tsunami of semen surging inside of her. His body shuddered then went slack. He thought about what had just happened. She was right. He couldn't spend the rest of his life cowering from women. She would probably hurt him, but he didn't think she would do anything he couldn't handle. Her face dropped to his and her lips drenched him in kisses. She laid on her side while draping an arm over his chest. He picked up the arm and examined the tattoo. "I hate my tattoos" He ran his finger along her arm, "This one says, 'I don't love myself so you will never love me' and the other one says, 'I'm stuck in the past'. I think of them as the rough spots. Rough spots aren't shiny or smooth, but they do have one advantage, they are where the adhesive holds the strongest." He wrapped his hand around it and held fast. She kissed his cheek. "Well, they're no longer accurate, but if that's where the glue sticks I'm going to keep them." The next morning found them with her parole officer. They chatted briefly and then he had her sign a few papers. After only a few minutes he said, "Congratulations, your parole has been served." As they got in his truck she asked, "Can we go to the spot where we first met?" "Of course," Jack said as he headed east. It was a beautiful fall day in the desert. The cool morning air was all but gone as the midday heat began to build. Jack drove with his elbow out the window - the way it was done in the days before automotive air conditioning. He crossed the median and brought the truck to a halt facing the cinder cones. Cathryn stood next to him as she snapped picture after picture of the two of them. In a few days she would change her profile picture to one of her kissing Jack on the cheek as he grinned like a love-struck sap. Her status would read 'Attached' and the picture's caption would read, 'The luckiest spot on Earth is 21 miles east of Quartzsite.'

Title: Best Friends Ch. 03 Tags: finally sarah, sarah ellen, wine began, past swollen, enema bottle, time chance, sticking ass, length chain, tiny woman, finger side *This is the last of the "Best Friends" series. I recommend you read "Best Friends 2" in the TOYS section before reading this story first. If you wish to add "chaining" to your sexual repertoire, I strongly recommend that you research the subject thoroughly before attempting it! Enjoy! – IluvAnal* "Shit!" I swore to myself when the dogs began loudly announcing that someone was coming up the drive. Four hours previous, I had kissed my wife, Ellen, goodbye as she and some friends were leaving for a four-day golf trip. The minute she left, I stripped and got to work painting the dining room. I got down from the ladder, put on a pair of jockey shorts and made my way to the living room to see who had arrived. I peeked out through the blinds and saw Sarah, Ellen's best friend, getting ready to ring the doorbell. Ellen had told me that Sarah might drop by to pick up some Yoga tapes. I walked around to the other door and let her in. "Hey George, did you get any paint on the walls?" She was obviously referring my paint-encrusted torso. "That's why I paint naked, better than ruining clothes." I was walking to the kitchen and Sarah was following. "Ellen was going to leave some Yoga videos out for me." "They're on the kitchen table. She didn't think you'd be by until tomorrow. You want a cup of coffee?" "Please. I had some errands to run, figured I swing by today. Don't let me stop you from your painting." "I won't. You know where everything is. Fix yourself a cup and join me in the dining room." With that I left the kitchen, removed the boxers and ascended the ladder. I thought nothing of exposing myself to Sarah, she had seen me naked many times before. "You're getting there." She said, when she entered the room. "Ellen has been talking about painting this room for a year." "I figured this was a good day to get it done. As soon as this lousy weather breaks, I'll be spending most of my time in the gardens." I dipped the brush in the paint can and turned my back to Sarah and began painting the border between the wall and ceiling. "What the hell is that sticking out of your ass!" She asked when she saw the chrome-plated chain link sticking out of me. The rest of the chain, two feet total, was buried deep in my bowel. "A chain." I answered nonchalantly. Sarah had seen and placed all kinds of objects in my ass. I didn't think this was any big deal. "A chain? What an ass slut you are!" "That's me!" I said, proudly, dipping the brush again. "Haven't you ever played with chain before?" "Can't say as though I have." "You don't know what you've been missing." "I can't believe Ellen goes along with it." "Not in her ass, but she loves it in her vagina. I put it in her and start to play. Just as she starts to come, I pull it out. Sends her right into orbit. When I get this job done, I am going to jack off and when I come, I'll pull it out. It's the best orgasm you can have- alone." Sarah snickered. "What a pervert you are." "Don't knock it until you try it." \*\*\*\*\*\* I expected Sarah to finish her coffee and leave, but she was still there long after the cup was dry. We chatted and she told me about her new boyfriend. After the string of losers she has had, this one seemed to be a decent guy that treated her well. I was glad that she finally had the opportunity to be happy, but since he had entered her life, Sarah didn't come over and play with us anymore. Two hours after she had arrived, I put the last bit of paint on the wall. I stood back and surveyed the room. "What do you think?" "Looks good. Ellen will be pleased," Sarah said. "I'm ready for a cocktail. You want anything?" I asked while putting the cover on the paint can and collecting the brushes and rollers for cleaning. "What do you have?" "Wine, beer or rum." "Wine sounds fine." "Help yourself and pour one for me, too, while I clean this stuff up." Sarah grabbed a bottle out of the closet and poured a couple of glasses. I was cleaning the brushes at the sink. She walked up behind be and gave the chain in my ass a playful tug. I stiffened- for two reasons. First, it took a great deal of effort to keep the chain in place, I was afraid that any manipulation would cause a "chain reaction" and it would fall out before I was ready. The other thing was that I was certain that Ellen would be upset (no, down right pissed) if she knew that Sarah was playing with my ass while she was absent. "I hope Gary likes ass play as much as you." "You don't know?" "I haven't let him screw me yet. And I don't want to scar him away. But, I'm so horny I'm about ready to crawl out of my skin. Seeing that chain sticking out of your ass hasn't helped either. I still can't believe Ellen goes along with you. I've known her for twenty years and I didn't think she had a kinky bone in her body." "I hate to tell you how long we had that strap-on before she would use it on me. Now, she loves it. It was the same with the chain." Sarah drained the last few drops of wine from her glass. "Mind if I have another?" "Help yourself." She poured another glass, then out of the blue asked, "So, when were you planning to jerk off?" "Whenever. I was going to reward myself for finishing the painting." I poured another glass for myself. "Well, the painting's done." The implication of her sentence was obvious. "You want to watch?" I knew the answer. "Isn't more fun to have somebody else pull it out?" Well, I thought I knew the answer. She didn't want to just watch, but she wanted to participate. "I don't think Ellen would approve. Do you?" "Probably not." Sarah replied sadly. "But, I won't tell if you don't." We sat and drank in silence for a few minutes. The conversation had given me a raging hard-on and the testosterone and wine began to impair my judgment. "Why not." I finally said. Sarah's blue eyes brightened. We went into the living room, I laid down upon a towel and raised my knees so that Sarah had access to the exposed end of the chain. She took a seat between my legs. "Ok, now how do we do this?" She asked. I took my pole in my fist and slowly began to stroke. "When I say 'Now', you pull the chain. Pull it all out in one motion." With that, I closed my eyes and began to concentrate on what I was doing. As the pending orgasm began to build in my balls and prostate, I increased the pumping of my prick. I felt something touch the sensitive head of my dick, but I was too close to release to investigate. My hand was moving faster and I soon felt the unmistakable touch of a tongue on my shaft and soon my hand was bumping into a pair of lips that were working my shaft in unison with my hand. "Now!" I yelled, as the first of my semen began coursing it's way to the outside. On command, Sarah pulled the length of chain out of my anus. My sphincter clamped down on each emerging link. Stream after stream of my cum erupted from my cock and into the woman's mouth. My hips bounced uncontrollably, forcing my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. By the time the effects of the orgasm had worn off, Sarah had masterfully gleaned every drop of semen from my shaft. A few moments later, the full realization of what had just transpired came to me. We had definitely crossed the line. As if reading my mind, Sarah looked at me. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist." There was nothing more to say. What was done, was done. "It felt wonderful." I said, finally. "Thank you." Sarah held up the slippery chain that she had pulled out of my ass. "I can't believe you have all of this in there." "The one I use on Ellen is twice that long." I failed to mention that two feet of it was all I could ever fit in her. "Really!" She said. "I've got to go to the bathroom." She got up and went upstairs. I got up, poured another glass of wine and began to pick up the drop cloth from the dining room floor, all the while, trying to shake the pang of guilt I felt. In the amount of time Sarah had been in the bathroom, I had managed to remove all of the protective masking tape from the woodwork, picked up the drop cloths and had taken the ladder out to the garage. When I got back into the house, Sarah was standing in the dining room, stark naked, holding the four foot length of chain, the tube of KY Jelly and an empty enema bottle. She had gotten into our "toy" chest. I stood speechless at the sight. For a woman that had just turned fifty, she still looked mighty fine. Noticeably absent from the last time I had seen her naked, was the large, hairy bush that once covered her pubis. She was the one to break the silence. "I know what you are thinking, but I'm horny and this may be the last time you get a chance to teach me the chain trick." She was right about that. If Ellen found out about this, it would be last time I would have a chance to breathe! "What the hell. You know what will happen if Ellen ever finds out about this?" "Believe me, I know! But, I am certainly not going to be the one to tell her." I nodded. "Very well. Go into the living room. I'll be there in a minute." I took the empty enema bottle from her to throw in the trash. "I take it you want the works." Sarah smiled. She had a lustful look in her eyes. I went into the kitchen and got everything I would need- a towel, a large, plastic garbage bag and a bowl. Sarah was lying on the carpeted floor on her back. "Pick up your butt." I ordered. When she complied I laid the bag on the floor and covered it with the towel. "Why the plastic?" She asked. "You'll see." I said making the rest of the preparations. The secret to making "chaining" a pleasurable experience is making certain that there are no sharp mill marks and using plenty of lube. I took the chain, placed it in the bowl and squeezed half a tube of the KY on it. I then "stirred" the mixture until a thick layer of lubricant covered every inch of the chain. "Are you ready?" I asked. Sarah nodded. "OK, roll over and stick your ass in the air." When Sarah was situated, I stuck a finger in the bowl and covered it with a generous amount of the jelly. I then slowly inserted the finger into the woman's tight pucker. Her body resisted, at first, but my finger soon found it's way in- enticing a moan of pleasure. When my finger was able to move about freely, I placed another finger in along side and buried both to their full length. Within a few moments, I was aggressively screwing Sarah's ass with the two fingers-much to her delight. I withdrew the fingers grabbed one end of the chain and inserted the first 1/4-inch thick link. Inserting chain into either the anus or vagina needs to be done very carefully to prevent pinching. I compressed the second link into the first and pushed it in. The process was continued, link by link, until I had a foot of chain inserted Sarah's greedy ass. In the position she was in, the weight of the chain kept it straight, so that it tickled the sides of the colon for it's entire length. When you insert the chain while lying on your back, on the other hand, it has a tendency to "ball up" (my preference as it puts pressure on the prostate). I allowed Sarah to get used to the feeling, gave her three hard, open-handed spanks that elicited a screech of surprise and pleasure. I instructed her to roll over. Without the cover of hair, her bald pussy showed its arousal. Her vaginal lips were a bright pink, fully engorged and very wet. I dipped a couple of fingers in the bowl and inserted them into her wet snatch. Sarah bucked her hips to meet the invaders. I twisted my hand and rubbed my fingertips along the roof of her vagina until they found the little nubs that denoted her G-spot and gently stroked the spot. This was more for future reference than arousal. Based on her reaction, it probably would have taken only a few moments of this stimulation to send her over the edge, but for the moment, that was not my goal. Once I was confident that I could instantly relocate her spot when the need arose, I made certain that she was well lubricated, took the other end of the chain and repeated the slow, careful process of inserting the chain- link, by slimy, silvery link past her swollen, glistening lips. I know that the old axiom "Tiny woman, cunt as big as a bucket" doesn't hold true for all tiny woman, but it certainly applied to Sarah. When we watched the video of her and I sharing a cucumber, I was amazed at the ease with which she had impaled herself the enormous vegetable. So when I had crammed the first two feet of chain (Ellen's limit) in her vagina, I was not surprised when she rocked her hips back and the ball of chain rolled further back into her abyss, giving me room for the last remaining foot. I studied the scene before me for a few moments. Here was a tiny, naked woman laid out on her back, knees up, her cunt full of almost three pounds of metal, a stretch of chain connecting the ball in her pussy and the other foot of chain in her ass. It was a heavenly sight and my recently drained cock was taking notice and coming back to life. "How's that feel?" I asked. "Wonderful," Sarah mewed. She was rubbing her right breast and pinching her nipple. "Whenever you are ready, you can begin rubbing your clit." The words had no more escaped my lips, when her finger went to work. "Easy, not too fast." I coached. I was watching for all of the signals that would tell me when to make my move. She was gently rocking her pelvis, enjoying the feeling of the weight rolling around in her cunt. Her eyes were closed, and she began to increase the rhythm of her finger on her clitoris. As soon as I saw the muscles in her thigh tighten, I plunged my finger along side the chain and put the fingertip directly on her G-spot and applied pressure. My other hand grabbed the section of chain that connected the buried ends. As soon as the first orgasmic contraction began, I pulled my finger from her G-spot, held the chain at her anus and pulled with a fluid motion, making sure that the end of chain in her ass emerged at the same time as the other end came out of her gaping snatch. The impact of the move was instant. Her entire body tensed and heaved, an un-human scream came from her mouth (it's origin was from the very depths the chain just occupied), the walls of her vagina contracted with enough force to eject it's contents of KY and natural fluids all over her legs and my chest. Then she lost bladder control sending a forceful stream of urine all over both of us and the towel. We were a mess. I sat between her legs and marveled at the enormity of her orgasm as it slowed from its violent beginning to more the subtle muscle twitches that gave the appearance that she was shivering. The sight, smell and sound had an arousing effect on me. I noticed my raging hard-on and the puddle of pre-cum that was growing under it. Sarah was already a mess, so I decided to add to it. I raised myself onto my knees and aiming my dick at her bald mound, began masturbating. It didn't take long before I was adding my own fluids to hers, but she never noticed. When I was done, I took the palm of my hand and mixed my semen with her vaginal fluids and urine, smearing it all over her mound, belly and legs. I took my thumb and gave her clit a couple of gentle flicks, causing her to scream and squirt again. I got up, went to the bathroom and got a wet wash cloth to clean Sarah up a bit. Previous experience with a perfectly executed "chaining" told me that she wasn't going to be moving for a while. I wiped her up the best I could, replaced the wet towel under her with a dry one, covered her still quivering mass with a blanket and went to the shower. "Are you alright?" Sarah hadn't moved in the ten minutes it took for me to clean up. Her eyes fluttered open. "I'm still coming." She replied blissfully. I smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek and let her drift back to Nirvana. It was getting late and I was getting hungry, so I decided to cut up veggies and cheese for an omelet, but I would wait to cook it until she was up and about. \*\*\*\*\*\* Sarah had been sleeping off her orgasm for nearly an hour. I was about to go try to wake her when I heard her pad into the kitchen wrapped in the blanket. "How are you feeling?" "Wonderful! I think I am still coming." She said groggily. "If I had known about that trick thirty years ago, I would have never gotten married." "I'm going to cook up an omelet. Why don't you go take a shower and we'll eat." "No thanks. I think I'll get dressed and go home. That towel was still dry." "Different towel." I went and retrieved the sodden towel from the laundry and showed it to her." "All that came out of me?" She said, surprised. "Ellen always squirts when we do that, but never like you did. You pissed all over me, too!" I left out the fact that I added a little to the mix. "You should have video taped it, because I don't remember a thing." Sarah turned and left the kitchen. I went about cooking my dinner. I was eating when she finished dressing, thanked me and left. It wasn't until I was cleaning up the dishes, that I realized that she had forgotten the Yoga videos. I was getting ready for bed, when the phone rang. "I totally forgot about the videos," It was Sarah. "They're still on the table, come get them whenever you want." I replied. "Can I get that chain at any hardware store?" I smiled at her question. "Yes. But if you like, I'll pick up a section for you and clean it up. I have to go to the store tomorrow anyway. Five feet will cost you about ten bucks." "If you don't mind. Susan's car is in the shop, so I have to pick her up after work tomorrow afternoon. We'll swing by around six. If that's OK with you?" Susan is Sarah's twenty-four year old daughter. I smiled. "I'll be home by 4:30, so, any time." "Good night." As soon as I hung up the phone, I dug out the video camera and plugged the battery charger in. I missed one opportunity for a good video. I wasn't going to miss another. It looked like Ellen wasn't the only one that would be hitting the "links" tomorrow.

Title: 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Ch. 02 Tags: formal, dance The first story arc of Derrick's saga, "It was supposed to be about incest," concludes with a big-ass random ball out in the middle of Laurel University's Fitzhurst Football Stadium. No incest for poor Derrick, but hopefully his new buddy can fill in the gaps. Yes, this chapter continues with one more part after Derrick and Reoren take off in search of Riley and her buxom buddy. Please enjoy. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I got back to Bill's pad; Bill was gone. I opened the suitcase to find the suit, took one look at it, zipped it back up, and took off. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Knock knock knock...* "Derrick? Derrick! I'm so glad to see you!" Salamandy was indeed a sight for sore eyes, and my penis, over-worked as it was in a day's time, responded to her tight embrace when she pulled me into her house. "What're you doing here?" "Need to get dressed, thought I'd come get help from someone that knows about these sorts of things. What're *you* doing here? I thought your dad booted your sweet ass out." She played it off and led me by the hand to the front stairs. "Nah, he just said I needed to work of some steam. Most everyone is gone, so he's having me look after the little ones." "Is my lady home?" "Nope. Come upstairs." She pulled me into a large room at the end of the upstairs hall. There was a single bed; but for the arrangements, it looked like two different fashion senses were going into the decorations. Over on the marbled oak vanity were two different jewelry boxes, each with a bust laced with an exquisite silver necklace, one with a name reading "Tiffany", the other saying "Prudence". "Are we supposed to be in here?" "My room got taken over and they're gone, so they won't mind." I was suddenly reminded of the old Salamandy, who didn't seem to think other people ever minded her. "Take your suit out." Time was a factor, so I obediently dumped the heavy case onto the bed and unzipped it. Sally began pulling shit out left and right; her eyes were lighting up like so many lights laced within and without that very house. "Danny's work?" "Yup." "Who're you taking?" "Don't know yet," I teased. "That is, don't know whom I'll be *leaving* with." She jabbed me in the gut. "You know that girl I lived with before you and I took off?" "Oh yeah, her. Her?" "Yup." "Ouch." "Ouch? What ouch?" But she was too busy sorting out clothes. "Sally, *what* ouch?" "Probably nothing, but it's possible that she's not going to be wearing one of Melody's dresses." "And?" "This is a Danny-boy suit, the finest money can't buy, and a purple one at that. No, not the color, the dress code. It takes a Melody dress to make a Danny suit shine, you know what I mean?" "No." "Too late anyway. Let's get to work; get these clothes off." This was either turning into a very interesting week, or my life was making a change for the better to be hearing that phrase every day. I worked my upper parts off, but like Melody, Sally was going straight for the belt. With her expertise, my flaccid penis was once again free to breathe the free air. "I've missed this," she hummed, bending down to kiss it as soon as it came into the light. "I've missed *you*." She kissed me on the lips, and I couldn't help but kiss her back. "I can't wait for the party. Unless... you and this girl, you're getting serious? This dance is a pretty big deal." "No way would I forget about you, and I *am* coming to your party. It just may be that I bring a date for you to play with." Her look of nervous apprehension turned into a wicked grin, and we shared a full, deep kiss from there, letting our bodies sing together in pleasure. Suddenly it was just her and me again, lost out in the wilderness, two people alone in the world. But getting back to business, she was very helpful in helping me get into the confusing piece of eveningwear. It was no simple three-piece suit, to be sure. Undershirts, underpants, socks with garters, tails on the coat, decorative studs in the buttonholes, and the bow tie was a nightmare that I'd've been absolutely sunk with had it not been for sweet Sally. Throughout dressing me, she never let my cock get covered, pulling it straight through the fly in the silk boxer shorts, buttoning the trousers around it without zipping, and keeping the cummerbund out of the way. She kept rubbing up against me as well, constantly telling me how good I looked in the suit, better with every piece she fit on me. Last was the white gloves that matched the tie, and but for my cock sticking out, I was pretty spick'n'span. She buttoned my coat closed, then ran her fingers down the frill of my white shirt and dipped them under my cummerbund to pull me close to her. We kissed yet again, pent-up from half an hour of flirting but not quite touching productively. Her fingers circled at last around my cock, and she sank to her knees to take me into her heavenly mouth. Again, I wanted to speak up, say that I was saving myself, but she seemed to have the same thing in mind. "When I'm done with this dick," she said, "you'll be leaking so much precum through your pants, it'll stain her dress so she can't wear it anymore. You'll make her pussy so wet, you'll be smelling it on her garter well into the next year." What the hell is a garter on a woman, and what did *I*care what it smelled like after the dance was over? The shine in her dark hair caught the light from the lamp, making her dazzle as her head bobbed up and down on me. "I want you to grind this dick into her all through the dance, make her pussy scream for only you," she demanded. "Then once you get her home, plow her hard all night long. Make her learn what this dick does to women. Matter of fact..." She turned around and backed into me. With my hands automatically on her hips, I was boring into her skirt like practice for tonight. My eyes shut with the sensation, then I felt bare skin on my dick. Looking down, I saw her skirt had been pushed out of the way, and my cock was sliding through the crevice of her bare ass. "Whoever this girl is, when you first drag her down by the hair to make her suck you off, she'll know you *always* stink of woman, and by the time the night is through, you'll be stinking of *her*. She'll never come so hard in her life." She looked like she was thoroughly enjoying fantasizing about me with another woman, especially with it being her pussy that was soaking my cock. In fact, I'm not entirely sure it wasn't getting all over my new pants. She leaned up and rested her head on my shoulder with her back arched, making her ass press illegally hard against my dick. I could feel her heartbeat throbbing into my aching veins. "Have you fucked her yet?" she asked, almost pleading for an answer. My hands slid up from her waist into her shirt to cup her delicious breasts that I'd been longing to hold for so long. "No," I whispered gently into her ear, which I gave a few short licks with my watering tongue. "Tonight'll be our first night. In fact, I'm not even sure if I'll get lucky tonight." "You will," she hissed back, grinding the entire length of my cock with long, delicious strokes. "If you follow my advice, her pussy will be aching for you like mine is." She kissed me, or I kissed her; it's hard to tell. We both went for each other so suddenly, her taking a deep dive on my cock, me pinching down harder than I knew she could stand on her nipples. "God, I can't wait for my party," she moaned. "I want you so bad, Derrick. Fuck her hard tonight, okay? For me?" "I will," I said somewhat more calmly than reason should have allowed. "After that, don't come until it's my turn, okay? Wait until you sleep with me?" "I was trying to do that for tonight, but see how well *that* turned out," I chuckled, and she bit me on the lip. "But you haven't come," she said, grinding dangerously high on my cock, threatening to impale herself on me, "not yet." Phew, she didn't notice. "But wait..." Oh shit. "Your cock smelled. You fucked someone today, didn't you?" "What's it to you?" I challenged, lightly stroking her sides in a way I knew could make her come if I did it long enough. She shivered, but still she ground back on me. "Who'd you fuck, Derrick? Did she soak your cock like I'm doing? Did she beg for it, or did you have to flirt with her until she couldn't stand it anymore?" "Melody," I said in a soft voice. "Bullshit." "I came in her twice just this morning alone," I insisted, still speaking softly, calmly. "There's just no way," she claimed, but her eyes were forced shut in pleasure; I could tell she was getting the forbidden picture in her head. She honestly didn't believe it was possible, but she *wanted* to believe. "She dried me out so much, I thought there was no way I was gonna get it up for tonight, but seeing you..." I kissed the sheen of sweat on her neck as I talked her up, "I can't remember *ever* being this turned on in my life. If I blow now, I think I'll put a hole in the ceiling." "I don't know if *I* can go without coming until the party," she cried. "Even past tonight, as soon as you leave, as soon as I try to take a shower, the water alone's gonna make me come. If you call me tonight after you put her to sleep, your voice will bring me off." She was almost in tears, unable to take what both of us wanted, our flesh touching but not interlocking. "Let me hold you over with something special then," I offered. "Yeah? What's that?" "Something Melody showed me." "You're so full of shit." But she let me turn her chin ever so gently just like I did with Melody, and I initiated the sweetest, most aching, heartfelt kiss I'd ever kissed in my life. Sally didn't know what hit her; her body, so proactive, was suddenly melting in my arms, and I had to hold her up just so she didn't fall into a puddle on the floor. Her pussy still knew what to do, though now I swear I could taste each inch of it that creeped up the length of my cock, feel the lips parting around my shaft, coating me in their sweet cream. Felt it seeking out the head of my cock, tasting the drop of fluid it found there before rubbing its way back down, soaking my balls in her fragrance. Her pussy rolled up again, leaving its sticky imprint behind, and it stayed when it reached my cockhead, searching for it. In a matter of seconds she got frustrated; she reached for it, pulled it towards herself just a micron, and her pussy claimed me. Slowly and deliberately she sucked my cock up inside of her, betraying the promise we had just made. She kept kissing me like nothing was happening, as though it were someone else's hips that were grinding against my fine suit, crushing my cock in its exquisite grip. In her mind, she was still teasing me. But when I pushed forward just the faintest push, she moaned deep from her throat, feeling my cock tease her cervix. It was like that for several delicious minutes, us still kissing with all our hearts, her pussy gently flexing around my pulsating cock, sharing our heartbeats. "Tell me the truth," she gasped quietly. "You weren't *really* with Aunt Mellie, were you?" "It was one of the scariest experiences of my life, but one of the best. Do you feel it?" I thrust into her gently, touching her tenderly. "Mmm... *I feel it*..." "*She* taught me that." She had heard enough; with a sigh to make you cry, she fell forward, catching herself on the edge of the bed and bracing herself. I took my queue in the next heartbeat, taking hold of her hips and pumping myself into her pussy with slow, delicious, unbelievable strokes. Each plunge into her quivering depths was a new miracle that I had to see to believe, and the sight of myself disappearing inside this girl I had come to adore so much was heart-wrenching. But it was pulling out that we shared the full pleasures of sex, sending shocks of pleasure throughout our weakened systems. Each time I drew out, she let loose a soft moan of delight, and each thrust in, I crushed myself into her sweet ass. I noticed her adorable little butthole, and suddenly I wanted to step this entire experience up a few notches, but even thinking about it made me lose control. If seeing my cock hiding itself in her pussy was something, what would it be like to sneak it up her backside? My knees shook, and my gentle thrusts got faster and faster as the vision stimulated my brain, and without warning, a monstrous climax was upon me, and there was nothing I could do about it. "I love you, Mandy," I whispered into her ear as I collapsed onto her, leaving us both beaten and exhausted on the bed. "W-what?" I knew how important her name was to her, how only members of her family were allowed to address her so. My cock shuddered, and cum shot out into her, and before she could really think about what I said, her own orgasm betrayed her and made her shake every bit as badly as me. We were both helplessly lying there, letting our bodies spasm out of control, my seed filling her while my hips involuntarily pushed in to accent my surprise climax. And then comes the fucking interruption. "What're you doing in my room. *Who are you?* Mandy? Get your boyfriend and get out of here!" I'll just skip forward, shall I? \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Tiffany walking in on Sally and me making love wasn't really the highlight of my afternoon. Odd, that. Had I not considered it to be making love, I'd've probably asked her to join in. Anyways, I'd finally done up my fly, grabbed my top hat (who the fuck wears top hats any more?), and disappeared out the door. There was the most beautiful sweetheart carriage waiting, driven by none other than Melody, dressed in a tight-fitting blue dress. "Took you long enough," she grinned. "Hop in." Hop in I did, and we chattered as the single large horse trotted us down any number of streets on our way to Reoren's house. I know, normally these lovey-dovey stories start from the girl's perspective with the guy just showing up at the door with his suit and his horse-drawn carriage and his... "Holy shit; I didn't get her any flowers," I cursed, smacking myself in the face. "Relax, would you? You'll do just fine." She reached behind her to pull out a small sprig of mistletoe. "*That* is no flower," I protested. "Tuck it up behind her ear; she'll love it." "How do *you* know?" Like I was saying, the story's supposed to start with the guy showing up at the girl's house. But *my* story is no romance. Sure, I'd just had two very relaxing romps with two rather enjoyable women, but that's about as tame as it possibly gets with me. You ought to know that by now. Anyways... I was about to ask Melody how she knew where she was going, but like always, it took me about one more second to remind myself that those clever little watches Garden people had had maps in them as well as directories. Reo seemed to be expecting us. Indeed, the noise of us arriving precluded her to leap out of the house, shouting, "Hi, Miss Mellie! Hi, Derrick!" Damn. I had wanted to pinch some shock value into the carriage. Take her breath away when I led her outside with my hands over her eyes, you know? But first, what a vision was before me. She did a small pirouette, flashing enticing white stockings through the high cut in her dress and revealing tiny heeled slippers. The entire get-up was lined in the usual poofy white fluff of Christmas, including, unfortunately, the bust of her dress, which encircled straplessly around her chest. Atop it all, she had long, white gloves to match mine and a fur stole with more poofy whiteness. Don't get me wrong; I loved the thing, I just wish her chest didn't have all that fluffy stuff on it. I wanted to see me some... not that *she* had any, but I like to look at a woman's chest, you know? We embraced for joy once I got out the carriage, but Melody let out a punctuated cough. Upon getting my attention, she shut her eyes and inclined her head, then looked pointedly at my date. Oh yeah. I backed up, took Reo's hand, and bowed steeply, kissing her hand to go with it. She in turn curtsied most elegantly with her flowing dress pooling about her feet. I opened the back door to the carriage, but Melody coughed again. "What now?" I asked in exasperation, making Reo giggle. "Oh, right, flower." I then slid the sprig of mistletoe over Reo's ear, and damn if the little sharp green leaves and red berries didn't match perfectly. Did I forget to mention she had a Santa hat on? She had a Santa hat on. On with the show. I helped her into the carriage (finally), and Melody drove us off the scenic way through the town. Let me tell you, loyal audience, it was getting dark just then, and the Christmas lights were just coming on all through the neighborhood. Melody had slipped a bottle of champagne in, so the three of us sipped away while we trounced through town in the most enchanting setting. Wowzers, and this coming from a rather skeptical guy. We got to the stadium, which was on the west end of town, not very close at all to the university. People were arriving by the trainload, and in as fine attire as we two. We parted from Melody quite fondly, Reo saying to her, "Thanks for the dress." Damn. Wait until Sally hears. When we got inside, we were transported to a magical kingdom of enchantment. Live snowdeer (a new breed; don't ask), ponies, and Huskys tramped freely through the natural playing grass, ready to chew up anything the guests were done snacking on (including the edible plates). Huge pillars were set up to support great ropes of colorful, blinking Christmas lights, and they were mounted with four burning torches each, providing all the light and warmth for the entire event (except for the waiting area). Miles of tables filled with delicious delights, and waiters carrying trays of bubbling or frothing beverages and retrieve them again when they were empty. Women in beautiful gowns and men in dark suits and hats, green and red as far as the eye could see. My own lid was green, in case I left that part out, matching me up with Reo's red. Reo was as enchanted with the whole ordeal as I was, but as far as I was concerned, the whole thing paled in comparison to the stars in her eyes. And there were stars, too. Looking up, we could see the stars starting to peek out of their hidey-holes for the night. I heard back to a time where vehicle pollution got so bad, you couldn't see stars anymore. Fuck that shit. Being in a rather sappy mood, I was overwhelmed with the desire to give Reo such a kiss as I had given Melody and Sally, but she was first to act, citing, "Music! Let's go!" Deep into the fray, there was a group of musicians playing classical twists on Christmas songs. If I wasn't mistaken, I recognized a few key people from the Garden that I had met earlier, including the two red-haired doctors, the wives that were headmistress and lawyer, and the boring psychiatrist. Before I could even ask her to dance, some fresh fucker was already between us. "May I have this dance?" he asked quite abruptly. "That is, if your card is free...?" He was looking to Reo's right hand, and damn if I didn't notice earlier that there was a little card dangling from it along with a small tube. Looked like a tube of lipstick. "Your name, sir?" she asked most politely, and rather than let him spin her around, she wrote his name down on the little card, then excused herself so she and I could have our go. "Okay, what?" I asked, confused. "It's a dance card, silly," she giggled. A guy wants to dance, I write his name down. Throughout the night, I go through the list." "And what do *I* do? Watch from the snack table?" She giggled again and buried her face into my chest so that we could spin silently and enjoy the music. The song ended in good time, and the guy was quick to find her again to take her up on her offer. For myself, I went off to find an arm of my own to entertain. Actually, I was quite glad for the break. While I was looking forward to spending a pleasant evening with Reo, I liked the idea of dancing with whomever I wanted. Now that I looked around a bit, there were easily over a hundred people moving with the music, people of all ages. All I had to do was wander about and pluck one from the tree. What a wonderful night this was about to be. Absolutely nothing could... "Derrick Gains, as I live and breathe." You've *got* to be kidding me. I turned around to see the one thing that could, as always, make or break more than just one meager day. There, putting Reo's simple white number to shame, was Elizabeth Rebecca Gains, my dear sister, the very one I had been hoping to avoid for a good long time. Her legs weren't showing out of any cuts in her gown nor her arms hidden in sleeves, but there was a generous helping of cleavage (when did she get those?), bare shoulders, and heart-breaking ringlets that I've never seen her wear before. Her dark colors brought out the brightness of her blue eyes, and her body covered from the chest down drew eyes right to the only skin that was showing from beneath the black fur stole crossed neatly around her neck: her breasts. If she'd've been carrying a feather, I would've fallen flat on my back if she got anywhere near me with it. "Good to see you again," she said when she approached. Nice to hear, sure, but the look on her face said otherwise. She was caught in something between a glare and a wicked smile. She curtsied to me; and not able to be rude in public, I bowed to her, and she took her place in my circle so that I'd dance with her. She owned me with her eyes as we slowly spun to some rendition concerning a horse with antlers. Her eyes were scrutinizing every part of me, but I could look nowhere but at her eyes. "You look good," she said matter-of-factly. "Smell good, too." "You too," I answered, though slightly heavier of breath than I expected. For a while, we just danced to the music. It was almost normal; except that deep down, I knew how she felt about me. And deep down, my body was crying for hers. With the length of the song, she pulled ever closer to me, even shooing a man away when he tried to interject for the song's change. It was getting dangerous how close we were getting, and when I felt the whisper of the material in her dress put pressure on my pants, I backed off, but she only pulled in closer. I gave in, letting her pull herself against my hardness. For myself, her chest was locked tight against mine, letting me see her enhanced cleavage right below my eyes. Hers were looking back at me, and with her coy smile, I took the liberty of looking down at her chest as much as I pleased. I also couldn't stop myself from stroking her back ever so softly, rubbing her bare shoulder, even going so far as to push a stray ringlet out of her face and over her ear. I felt her tender body responding to my touch. However she felt, I knew she was enjoying being near me. "I'm glad to see your feelings for your sister haven't changed," she said in a new voice, a softer voice. "In fact..." Her hand unexpectedly retreated to my crotch, which she rubbed heartily for several seconds before sucking her gloved finger into her mouth with relish, "You probably haven't changed at all, have you?" More than anything, I wanted to take her home where we both made our legal addresses and show her how much I loved her. Show her in a way that would make her body ache with pleasure, even make her pregnant. Fuck, I shouldn't've thought that. Becky caught me with a look of far-off pleasure, and her gaze went cold. "Still the same old dog," she said, her voice still seductive. "I warned Reo not to come anywhere near you, and now look at you. Who's this all over you, huh? Do you even know her name?" Now I was getting pissed, which is a hard thing to do when your sister is rubbing herself all over your erection. "What makes you think it's not her?" I insisted. "Because I was there with her all day, trying to convince her to leave you alone while she waited for you." Damn. Caught. "Look, no one ever..." "Of course, no one *ever* assumes she's going to tame the great Derrick of the North, why even bother?" She was furious now, but she was keeping her composure, not attracting the slightest bit of attention. "Try to explain that to her, but she doesn't want to hear it. So since it's not going to come as any surprise..." Oh god, my sister is reaching down my pants, clutching my cock through my shorts. Stroking it quite vigorously. What do I even have time to think about? "Becky, what the hell are you doing?" I clutched her tightly to myself to conceal her hand from our fellow dancers. She was belligerent and insistent, and fuck help me if it didn't feel the most wonderful feeling I'd felt in any number of months, including any number of forbidden fantasies that I'd been lucky enough to carry out. None of them, and I mean not even close, did they compare to Becky stroking my cock. Even through my pants I could feel the delicacy of her fingers, wrapped in black lace as they were. How did she get so good? Everything in me that resisted, everything that wanted space from her, everything that felt for nice girls like Reo and Mandy, none of it stopped me. I could've pulled her away, but instead I pulled her closer so she could continue clandestinely. I was even clutching tightly to her shoulders, grunting into her hair. My sister, that promised herself to me. Becky, who fucked around and got surrounded by boys she didn't know that didn't care about her who could go from horny to pissed in a heartbeat, if only they had hearts. Becky, who was spread like a whore, accepting man after man... No! Control yourself, idiot. Don't think of them, don't think of yourself in their position, giving her what she never knew she was missing. Don't think of showing her what Mandy and Melody had just gotten, what Reo was about to get, how your own flesh and blood would be the best lover you'd ever have in your... "*Becky*..." She was immune to my pleading. With my resistance, she stroked me harder; and after I whispered her name, she was more ruthless than ever: "Come for your little sister, Derrick. It's what you always wanted, isn't it?" For the... what, fifth? fourth? time that day, I blew off; and my thunder, it was the best feeling ever to let go right in my shorts, dressed in my finest, and by the hand of my dream girl of all people. For the moment, she was sighing alongside me, enjoying the forbidden pleasure just as much as I was. The smell of her hair alone, I... "Don't worry, she'll find out what kind of man you *really* are," she hissed, "and she'll recover. Then you can go fuck yourself and all your little girlfriends for the rest of your god-forsaken existence for all I care. She'll always have me and her brother, and the three of us will get along just fine without you." She slipped her hand out of my pants and stared into my eyes, and I felt like I was seeing her clearly for the first time. No, seeing something else. Something I hadn't seen since... "It's your turn, big brother," she smiled, turning around. "*My* turn?" "I'm not the only one who gets to play." Her ass was tipped up and pressing into my dick, which was still painfully hard despite the immense relief that came with what'll probably be my favorite orgasm ever at that point. She rubbed her dressed-up little butt against me, and it was heaven all over, only this time I couldn't shake the feeling that my sister was leading both of us down a path that would leave us both miserable wrecks. But despite how good she looked, squirming against me to the rhythm of the music, how her developing breasts were thrusting out of her beautiful dress for the world to see, I just couldn't play any further part of it. Even if it was what I wanted, it just wasn't what I wanted. I backed off her at last, just in time for her to skip a sigh of pleasure. Just in time, too. The musicians were taking a break, and couples were thinning out. "Well, maybe next time," she said with a more frustrated sigh. Again, she had captured my eyes with hers, and now my face in her hands. She drew me down to her, and I became stiff. Ha ha, no, not my penis. Well, yes, my penis, but my back more importantly. "Don't flatter yourself," she insisted. "Dance policy: If a lady enjoys the dance, she kisses the gentleman on the cheek." She looked rather elated to be so on top of things compared to my painful ignorance. Just as she said, she gave me one on the cheek, pressing extra hard from side to side with her lips. Odd behavior. Finished, she pulled back, but only an inch. Her breathing was heavier than I thought; mine too. Her eyes were searching for something. I can only guess what she saw in mine, but somewhere in hers, I saw hope, and not hope for the future *she* was tending towards. For better or for worse, she kissed me, for real this time, full and hard on the lips. This time, my body and mind were the same in choosing to kiss her back; for in that moment, I saw my old sister again, the one that loved me and trusted me. The sister I used to love to spend time with, the one that I felt like I could do anything with, do anything *to*. Then there was this new sister, some cold-hearted hellion living in my precious sister's shell. This woman who wanted to tease me, to taunt me into submission, to strip away everything wonderful in my life, this woman who I couldn't help but want even if she killed me, and not just because she looked like my wonderful sister. I felt so liberated, kissing my sister like this in public for all to see. Even though she was wearing her "disguise" of little makeup, hair out of her face, and dressed elegantly, there was still the chance we could be recognized, and I didn't care. I didn't care that people would surely notice that we were kissing so deeply, that I was feeling up her breasts and her ass, when we were supposed to be parting and seeking new partners. Funny, seeing as I was so determined only minutes earlier that no one saw her hand down my pants. It just didn't matter. I could die happy no matter what happened that night, for I'd not missed the opportunity to grope her in that enticing dress, such a rare sight for her in her true beauty. Our lips parted, making me feel more empty inside than... too many emotions. She looked me in the eyes and said, "I really do miss you, Derrick." We parted, and she was off for different pastures. Over her shoulder, as though some switch had been flicked, she said, "Thanks for the dance." Well, isn't that just the suck. *Now* what's gonna cheer me... oomph! "Derrick!" squealed a certain someone who crashed into me with unhindered delight. And here I was still caught up in seeing whether anyone had noticed the "rich" behavior or if I could disappear off to the lavatory to mop up the rather discomfiting wetness in my pants. "Riley?" It was my little buddy, the girl who needed advice on pleasing a woman, the one that came to visit me at the bar every day this week. "Isn't this a college party? Aren't you still in high school?" "Cry got us dates, and we already ditched them." Her arms were flung around my neck and the music had already restarted. "Forgive me; you said she was busy this weekend." "Getting me a dress, the sly fox. And the eight-minute dates." "Smart girl. Sounds like a keeper after all, neh?" She smiled gleefully. For a girl as made-up as she was, her teeth seemed her brightest and best feature. Should've been a cheerleader. "What's her name?" Huh? "What's *whose* name?" She touched my cheek, right where Becky had... waitaminute... She turned her own cheek, and there was a big fat splotch of lipstick in the shape of a kiss. Wait, no, there were *two*. I caught on and stopped looking stupid. "Fast night?" "Only seven hours left," she smirked. "Got to make the most of it." That does it. All I'd be able to think about the rest of the night was this giddy little highschooler sneaking into the grownup dance to get as many women as possible to kiss her on the cheek. Each of them spinning her around on the dance grass with her arms thrown around their necks, her smiling up at them with that adorable expression just like she was doing to me. I have to admit, I loved the smile on her face, a smile I had helped her get. And to feel her dancing with me, so refreshing. I don't know how, but she managed to cheer me up in no time at all. "Yeah, to hell with it." "Beg pardon?" "Nothing. Dance with me." "Love to." As we danced, my worries melted away. As pretty as the environs were, I couldn't help but gaze into the little treasure's eyes, enjoying her beauty, untroubled by this bullshit I was encumbered in. The fuzzy beasts with their pronged heads would waddle past us, jingling of sleigh bells. The Huskys would be in near pursuit with innocently wicked looks on their faces until someone distracted them with food. "I want to ask a favor," she said, stroking my cheek lovingly. Wait, lovingly? And what was with that look she was giving me? "Anything for my little buddy." "That's what I like to hear," she giggled. Then she stopped moving and gave me a very direct stare. "I want us to have a threesome." Well, replace my heart with a bullfrog and shove it down my throat. "Umm... you w- you want a... seriously?" And just like that, she didn't look so confident anymore. I can tell from having seen quite a few girls sweep the floor with their eyes. "Come on; we're both just dating, you and I... Cry says I'm missing out on not having a guy, but I don't want someone creepy, you know? I want *you*." I was more aware of her moving with me now. Her small, sensitive body was soft and warm, and it fit perfectly in my hands and against my body, moved perfectly with me. Could I imagine taking *her* to bed? Her, who was unknown to man, who wanted a simple girlfriend to marry after they both graduated high school? Did I dare be the first to show her the life-altering flesh of man? "I know we're just friends; heck, we just met, but I know you're... *experienced*, and I don't want to feel like a total... Derrick? You there?" The musicians saved my by ending their number. "I gotta go piddles; I'll see you laters, alright?" She smiled a sad smile of defeat, but she gave me a big kiss on the cheek all the same, thanking me for the dance. Two trophies so far, and seven hours to go. Sounds fun. I went back to the exit where the toilets lived, and since the stadium wasn't serving thousands of people, I got through the line to turlet fairly quickly. I spent a rather long time in front of the mirror after I cleaned my crotch out, and I wasn't sure I liked what I saw. Two large lipstick marks were good for the ego, but how I had gotten them was questionable. Worse still was that neither of them belonged to my date. I know she and I aren't getting married or anything, but shouldn't this night be about me and her? Stupid serious thoughts. If I was gonna be all noble, I shouldn't've been here at all; Sally was sitting around her father's house doing nothing but getting into fights with her arch-rival Tiffany and cleaning up after the youngsters of the house and their messy friends. Riley was a pure girl that didn't need my influence and Reo obviously had my sister taking better care of her than I ever could. Enough's enough. I took me to the snack tables to settle my angry stomach, and I found the fare to be quite delicious. I watched the tail go by just like the old days, only it wasn't so fun without my boys to back me up as usual. I wondered what Bill were doing, or Sam or Dree. I wondered where Ivy had disappeared to with her two cute sisters, or what Sadie... Sadie? Wasn't I... where was Bill when... this is too confusing. Then I thought about my Salamandy, of course. *My* Salamandy. My *Mandy*. I wonder what Sam'd think of that. I wonder what *she'd* think of that. Would she like a guy like me having a crush on her? She does like me, doesn't she? I hope so. I don't know why, but I think I'd feel like killing myself if she didn't. But then, I used to feel like that about Becky, didn't I? Oh well. Time to worry about the now. "Hey, stranger." To what do my wondering eyes and all that poetic bullshit? "Garnet?" "In the flesh as white as the Christmas snow. Dance?" Once again, I was spinning on the floor. Only I don't know how good a partner I was being, filled as I was with serious thoughts. "Are you gonna ask me what I'm doing here?" she asked. Right, she lives in California. I hadn't seen her since the beginning of summer after Becky and I got ourselves kicked out. "Oh, right. Sorry. Umm... it's nice to see you again." "Thanks for noticing," she grinned. "But seriously, what's with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." "My sister, yeah." "And I'm guessing that's a bad thing. You know how bad I feel for not finding you guys a match." She's a real estate agent for those of you not caught up. She and her husband worked with Becky and me to find a place. Didn't work, but that didn't stop me from fucking her in an alcove of the garden in the big hotel up north. "We found a good place together. In fact, I'm here with the landlady." "Which shade is she?" she asked, looking at my cheek decorations. "She didn't know the rules for our first dance, which is unfortunate. With all the attention she's getting in her dress, might not have any lipstick left for me. What *are* you doing here, anyways?" "Mom and Dad are playing in the band and Mom's singing. We decided to come along and get the kids out." "That's nice." On we danced. It was nice, being with her again. By all rights I should've been elated, but now that Riley was gone, her cheerfulness left with her. Garnet wasn't slow to notice, sweet woman that she is. "You know, if you wanna feel better, you can kiss me if you like." "You sure?" "Yeah. A little kissing never hurt, and it's great for cheering a person up." I couldn't help but take her up on her offer. We shared several long moments of letting our lips and noses rub together, and I felt the most sweeping sense of elation coming out of her. I decided to just shut my eyes and let my lips take over for me, but it was Becky I was kissing as soon as there was no face to prove me wrong. I began kissing her more aggressively right away. I don't know whether I was losing control of my fantasy or if I was trying to get her out of my head, but she met me halfway, allowing my tongue to ravage hers far too early into such a sweet kiss. She withdrew with a pleased smile. "That was wonderful," she said. "But I'm gonna go ahead and say you seeing your sister wasn't the highlight of your day." "Do you have any brothers?" "Just one, but we didn't grow up knowing about each other." I blinked at her stupidly for an obscene amount of time. "Hey," she interrupted, "if you're not gonna talk to me, then kiss me." I shrugged, and on we kissed. "Do you guys run into problems?" I asked. "Actually, you'll laugh, but we became lovers." "You did? How? Why?" "I was raised with my mom and dad, and Roan was with his mom. We went to school together, and we started dating without anyone telling us what was going on." "Oh, different moms. I get it." "We ended up living close by, but they never told us they knew each other." "When *did* they tell you?" "We were pregnant before they told us. It wouldn't've mattered to me anyways." "So there's no secret sister program hidden away in there, making you behave strangely to him?" "We goof off, but that's just love. I goof off with my parents." "So you have no idea what being a sister is like?" "None at all; sorry. Unless you're trying to sleep with yours, that is," she laughed. I didn't. "Oh. I see. I take it she didn't like that idea?" "Yeah." I was short on words now that someone finally wanted to talk to me about it. Bummer. "Hey!" "Huh?" "I said, kiss me if you're not gonna talk." "But it was just..." She cut off my blathering with her words, and from then on, each new word was spoken with our lips still touching. "I'll leave you alone about, just tell me you didn't straight-up tell her you thought she was foxy or some nonsense." "Actually, I *never* told her. A friend's sister found out I *said* I had *a crush* on her, that's it." "So explain to her that you don't want to?" "That's just it. I *do* want to." She cut me off to take a kissing break, kissing deeply at my admission of my lust for my sister. Her hand went down to feel my pants; to see whether I was turning myself on or if she was, I couldn't guess. She seemed hungrier. Thinking of me with Becky was turning her on too. "Have you actually talked to her about it?" She'd stopped teasing my leg and was rubbing my cock openly with the palm of her hand. "I don't mean to be a wet blanket, Garnet, but things just got all out of hand. There was this big fight; I think I really stepped on her toes big time." "Well, you know your own business best, I suppose. As long as you care for her, truly and dearly, and not just for sex, then that's all that matters." "But I do! I love her!" "A little louder, maybe? But don't tell me, tell her." "If I can find her again..." "Good luck," she concluded, kissing me on the cheek, adding to my collection. That really threw me for one. A seemingly normal woman and her equally red-haired husband were actually brother and sister; and by the sound of it, they had kids, too. I entertained the idea that it wasn't her brother she married, but she called him "Roan," and the guy who introduced herself as her husband said his name was "Rubious Roanoak." Ruby, garnet. Eden, North Carolina; Roanoak Rapids, North Carolina. It all fit. Wow. Married. Here I had never heard of a brother and sister hooking up until spring of that year, now there were siblings that were married couples. The possibilities seemed endless when I allowed myself to think about them, but for what? Becky hates me now. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*88 Given my choices, I decided to linger around the dancing grass. I wanted to bump into my date, but instead, I caught sight of Becky surrounded by men and an even wider circle around her was formed by jealous women. I decided to try the delicious snack bar again rather than watch her flirt with anything that stared at her chest rather than her face. I sampled the many types of bubbly available, and it was working wonders on my mood. And did I ever need it. As for Garnet's idea, she was right: Kissing had done me a world of good. The more I kissed her, the less she resembled my sister in my mind. It made me remember the time we had sex, but then I started wondering what it'd be like to have sex with Becky, even more so to marry her, and then I'm back to square one. You know how sometimes you need an angel in the works to fix things for you? It was like that then as I stood there between the fat goose on bread and the black fish eggs on toast. I had Riley to help me out before, and then Garnet, but I was alone again, and I confess I needed more moral support. Matter of fact, Riley showed up *again*. She was snuggled up with someone obscenely attractive (big surprise there, given the town we were in) in a way that makes it hard to tell who starts where. It was time for a change. A new, more direct Derrick Gains. One that wasn't butter for his abusive sister to melt. I walked right up and introduce myself with my lips on Riley's neck without waiting for her to untwine herself from whoever it was she had latched on to. Given how our last conversation ended, I thought it might be the encouragement she needed to make her feel like I had taken considerable consideration of her request. She parted from her partner with a noisy lip-smacking (love it when girls do that of their own accord) and turned to face me. "Hey, you!" I got another kiss hello, followed by one from her girl mate, to whom I had yet to be introduced. "This him?" she asked. "Derrick, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Crisis. Cry, this is Derrick, the guy from the bar." "He's gorgeous, just like you said." I got another affectionate kiss from Crisis, who sent the adorable Riley off to enjoy the party so she and I could talk business. "That's an interesting dress," I said from our turning spot on the dancing green. She did a spin for me, and indeed, "Crisis Upon Us" was written down the bias of her shimmery little dress, which wasn't quite as glorified as what Reoren, Becky, and Riley were wearing. Come to think of it, Garnet's was lower-profile as well, little more than a stone-red tube covering her from breasts to knees. "We cheerleaders made our own dresses," she explained, "and we all put our names on them." "Righteous. What's your *name* name?" She shrugged ignorantly; we began to dance. "She told you, right?" "You mean about the *nudge nudge*?" She nodded. "I barely know her, man. Aren't the two of you getting on just fine?" "I thought it'd help her relax, you know? She's really afraid of boys." "And you're not?" She shrugged. "*I* think it's okay to have sex, but she's pretty weird about the idea, like she's only allowed to try anything unconventional once she gets into college. You've been around; do *you* think it's a good idea?" "I think a person should be able to get down how she likes," I philosophied, "but *I* never had no three-ways when I was in high school. I mean, you still live with your parents, right?" "But *you* don't, college boy," she said with an enticing smile. "I actually didn't get back into college this semester," I explained warily. What had Riley told her? "I was on a trip with the kids to Romania or somewhere; Riley and me met about eight seconds after I got back." "Anyways, Ry's a really sweet girl, and I don't want her to get hurt. I think that if she didn't end up with me, she'd probably wanna hook up with *you*, but you don't strike me as the settling type. Would *you* be happy, dating just her?" I cast an eye off in the direction the little girl had gone. "I donno. I'm beginning to doubt my old ways now that I've been around the block a few times." "But Ry, she hasn't done all that yet. If it's with *you*, she'll be able to do it once, and you're already friends, so you're just being there for her in that sense, and she can keep being gay if she wants." "What about you?" "Me, I've had enough dick to where I don't need to complain about it for a few months, and her pussy is *sooo* soft." I couldn't help but grin appreciatively. "Besides," she purred, "I never said anything about swearing off dick, and neither did she. It just so happens that we ended up together and neither of us carry that equipment. But *you* do. Just call this our lucky day." "Lucky day, call it? Yours, not mine?" "From where *I'm* standing, yeah. I mean, seriously. Ry, she *really* cares about me. She puts more effort into one date than any guy has ever put into the entire month I put up with him. I want to keep her around, you know? With your help, neither of us have to go cock-free, and no disastrous strain on our relationship. She made sure to point out you were dating someone, you know." "I hope it doesn't turn you off to be contradicted by a male peer, but I think you'll find *I'm* the lucky one. I never guessed you'd be so beautiful, and I never once hoped Riley would be able to see anything but your eyes in her future or her bed." "Two scrumptious high school girls, yours for the night, no attachments, with probable returns? How about it, stud? When's the last time you had virgin blood on that dick of yours?" Now I was getting interested. "You mean you haven't popped her yet?" "I don't get to finger her much; not her pussy, anyway," she smiled slyly, "she said she wanted to wait a while to see if a strapping older man came along. Call it my fault for telling her there's nothing like having your hymen broken by a man's prick." She squeezed down on my cock just like everyone else I danced with that night. Jeeze. I mean, I'm not complaining or anything. Yay women. "You've been dating for all of five days...?" "I know, right? I thought we were gonna get tea or something like girls do together, but she took me to the burger place, got me all fat, then took me straight to bed. Made me come like... Well, *you* know, you've been so helpful to her... to *us*." I was still thinking of something clever to say, or perhaps an answer for her, but she interrupted me with one of those reckless, hot cheerleader kisses. Me, I was never much for cheerleaders back when I was in high school, but it was nice to know they weren't getting any older as I got on in life. The exciting young girl left me in peace after giving me the required kiss on the cheek just above her girlfriend's mark, telling me they were getting a room in a few hours and that they'd be waiting. I still had plenty of nothing to do, so I wandered about freely, having a game of "who would I fuck?" There were girls that attracted plenty of attention, there were guys as well, and I amused myself walking through the grass seeing everyone interact. I was beginning to miss my boys at this point, though. "Who would I fuck" wasn't the same game without them or a mighty pint of delicious pale. Or dark; I'm more in the mood for dark by moonlight. A few girls pulled me aside for a dance, and dance we did. I wrote my name on their card; they got more lipstick on my face. Actually, no matter what my mood was, I couldn't shake the desire to get my cock inside of one of these well-dressed ladies. Guess Becky was right: some things never change. I found Reo again at last, her dance card as packed with names as my face was with lipstick. She glued herself to me to hear all about my night, though I didn't bother asking her about any of the men she'd danced with. When someone approached her with claim to her hand, she gave them about two minutes each, keeping me always nearby. It was on one of those excursions that I noticed a certain spot on her neck, just below her ear. A *dark* spot. Lipstick. I knew that shade, too. "I see you ran into my sister," I said, my mood involuntarily darkening. "Yeah, she told me you were up to your old tricks again tonight," she said casually, draping her arms over my neck for yet another dance. I imagine her feet must've been getting rather tired by then; she couldn't've taken a break yet with so many scribbles covering the small folded card dangling from her wrist. "I'd say 'same old Beck,' but this is rather new behavior on her part, in my defense." "Whatever; I already told both of you I can make my own decisions. What do you want to do? You know, when the dance is over...?" What, indeed. What fragile relationship I'd begun with her was quickly spiraling into something more, and I could feel her waiting for me to take that step with her. It was at least two hours later after we'd sat and chatted for a while and I'd gotten some more drink in her before I started talking to her about what I "might" like to do that night. I made a point of scaring all the men away that approached so as not to be interrupted, and I think she liked the idea of me being protective of her. "I was hoping we could make it a quiet night, just the two of us," I said warmly. "I'd like that." And indeed, a smile was quickly infecting her face. "Only..." She groaned; she was expecting bad news, it seemed. "Not your sister again..." "No, nothing like that. I've got this friend, and she told her girlfriend about me, and..." "Girlfriend?" "Yeah. I didn't get around explaining to them that I wasn't leaving without my date before they took off." "Leaving? Date? I'm sorry; what are you trying to say?" "They invited me to spend the night with them. They know I came with a date, but..." I looked into her eyes in a surge of sincerity, "...I didn't make it clear I wasn't leaving without her." "Derrick... That's just a misunderstanding; are they still here? Maybe we could... all go to dinner or something?" I took her hands in mine, still looking her in the eye. We naturally squared off, sharing a rather interesting, if awkward moment. Here I'd just offered her a most wonderful night (more according to her own imagination than my promises), and now she was prompting me to chase after two grade-school dorsal fins with her hunting them by my side, trading in her dolphin whistle for a set of shark's teeth. I don't think I've ever been so touched. "It may be too late." "See, that's your thing," she huffed, rolling her eyes and grabbing me by the hand, "you give up too easily. Let's go." "One more dance." I twirled twirled Reo, her eyes alight with laughter, mouth stretched into the largest smile I'd ever seen on her face. "Look Derrick, it's snowing," she said with an enchanting glow. We both looked up, and snowflakes lightly frosted our faces. She stuck out her tongue to taste the frozen water, and for a moment I could see her as a child; naive, wondering, and very lovely. I drew her closer and kissed her softly.

Title: Dizz, the Striper by Sci the cheetah Tags: Cheetah, Fox, Gay, Leopard, M/M, Skunk Dizz, the Stripper By Sci the Cheetah Dizz nervously stepped out onto the dance floor. It was his first day as a male stripper and there were some very hot guys in the audience just waiting to watch him dance. He took a deep breath and stepped out onto the dance floor. He had practiced the dance dozens of times. He smiled as the music started to play and he began to dance. The guys in the audience began to hoot and holler as he danced. He couldn't help but giggle as he heard them. They loved his slender cheetah body. All he wore as he danced was a pair of shiny briefs. He giggled as he began to give a leopard in the front row a nice view of his crotch. The man murred happily and began to reach out. Dizz giggled and nodded, letting the guy know that he could touch. He purred as the guy touched him and blushed when he realized that Dizz wasn't anywhere close to horny with his huge package. Dizz backed away and continued with his dance. He gave a few more costumers a nice view of his ass and they rewarded him with $1s, $10s, and $100s. Finally, the music ended and he gave the audience a wink before he went back stage to count his profits. "You were great out there," his boss said. "You're a natural out there and the costumers love you." Dizz couldn't help but blush as he heard his boss. He then noticed a small card within the pile of money. He picked it up and looked at it. "If you want to make some extra money, Come to the Lucky Duck Hotel at 2AM." Dizz smiled. He loved making money. And making a bit of extra money was even better. Dizz giggled happily as he read over the card again. "It seems you have an admirer. That's very good for your first day," his boss said. Dizz was due for another show at one and then he would be off. The cheetah looked at the clock on the wall. 11:30P.M. He sighed. He still had an hour and a half before his next show. Dizz went back to his room and noticed that he had a missed call on his cell phone. He then jumped back as his phone began to ring. "Hi, Hun...Yes, I'm still at work...I won't be home for another few hours...Yes, I'm sure this job is worth it...I've already made $562 dollars in...uh...tips...Yes, I'm serious. Now, I'm just on break. I'll be home around three...I love you, too, Hun. I'll see you when I get home." Dizz sighed as he closed his cell phone and set it down on the dresser. He then put on some normal clothing and went out in the crowd to watch Trixie, a male fox who dressed like a vixen. He was a senior stripper and a lot of people came to see him. It was Trixie who had gotten him this job in the first place. Dizz sighed as he watched the fox prance across the stage. He was sure that at least fifteen of the guys that were watching the fox were going to paw off to him later on. He then wondered how many people would paw off to him. He knew that there had to be a few guys at least. Dizz giggled as he looked at the business card again and read it over. He was very excited about it. He couldn't believe that he had gotten a private invitation on his first night. After Trixie was done, Dizz went back stage to prepare for his next show. He was a lot more relaxed as he got ready for his second show. "The first show is always the hardest," Trixie said to the cheetah, causing him to turn around. "Isn't it, B....Dizz?" Dizz smiled. "Yeah. Thanks for getting me the job though. I really appreciate it." "A cute cheetah like yourself? How could I not get you this job?" the fox said. "After your show, you wanna grab something to eat?" Dizz giggled. "Actually, I have a private invitation." "Did you tell the skunk?" "No...it would only worry him. Especially since he doesn't know what I do." "That's understandable. I don't tell the lion anything so I don't worry him, either." Dizz looked back at the clock. 12:15. "I'm gonna take a bit of a nap," the cheetah said. "Can you wake me up ten minutes before I have to go on?" "Sure thing, kitty." Dizz yawned as he laid back in his chair and dozed off. \*\*\* "Kitty.....Kitty....KITTY!!!" Dizz practically jumped out of his skin as he woke to a yelling fox. He yawned and looked at the clock. 12:45. "Thanks for waking me," he said before he began to get to strip out of his normal clothing and getting into his sexy shiny red briefs. "Now I see how you got a private invitation, Kitty. Very sexy," the fox teased. Dizz giggled and stuck his tongue out at the fox, which surprised him by taking the tongue into his mouth as he was pulled into a kiss. They stood there kissing for about a minute and a half before pulling away. "Don't you know you're not supposed to kiss a whore?" Dizz joked. Trixie laughed as he heard this. "That would be true, except that that rule doesn't apply to whores." Dizz giggled. "Alright, now out, I need to finish getting ready and your sexiness is very distracting. Trixie laughed as he was pushed out of Dizz's dressing room. The cheetah came out a few minutes later, looking pampered and fresh. \*\*\* Dizz purred happily as he came off of the stage. He had made at least another $200. He went back to his dressing room and counted the money until 11:45. He then left and made his way to the Lucky Duck Hotel. "Excuse me. I'm supposed to meet someone here," he said to the person at the front desk. The receptionist giggled. "That guy was right. You are cute," she said before giving him a key to room 1431. Dizz looked around a bit before heading to the elevator. 'Man...the people that go to that club must all be rich,' he thought to himself as he rode up the elevator. It stopped on floor 14 and he got out. He walked down the hall. 1427...1429...1431. There it was. He nervously fumbled with the key as he put it in the slot and unlocked the door. "Don't be shy. Come on in," he heard a voice say from inside. The cheetah nervously stepped inside and closed the door. It was the leopard from earlier. Dizz blushed. "I-I came, sir. I'm here for your pleasure." The leopard smiled as he took off his suit jacket and tie. "I'm really glad you came. I have a thing for spots you know." Dizz blushed further. "R-Really? Did you enjoy my show?" "Was it your first time? You seemed a little nervous. But other than that, you seemed to be really good. I'm assuming Dizz is just your striper name. Would you like me to keep calling you that?" "Yes, please. I like to keep my stripper life and my personal life separate." "I understand. You can call me Mike," the leopard said as he took off his shirt. Dizz murred as he noticed how beautiful the leopard actually was. "I'll be happy to serve you tonight, Mike." Mike smiled at the cheetah. "Come finish undressing me," the leopard said. Dizz obeyed as he got on the floor and undid Mike's belt and pants, taking them off of the leopard and setting them with the rest of his suit. He then went back to the leopard and slowly slid off the feline's underwear. "That's a good boy. Now strip for me," Mike said. It was obvious that Dizz was not the first whore that he had invited over for some attention, but Dizz loved it anyways. He stood there and slowly pulled off his shirt to tease Mike. He wiggled his rump at the leopard while he slid off his pants and revealed his shiny red briefs. He heard Mike murr behind him and he giggled. "Like what you see?" "Very much. Now show me some more." Dizz smiled before he took off his underwear. "What would you like me to do next?" "Start by sucking me off," the leopard commanded. Dizz smiled as he got on his knees and licked at the tip of the cock before he pulled the entire length into his maw and began to suck on it. Mike began to rub his head and murr as Dizz sucked on his length. "That's enough. I want to fuck you," Mike said to the cheetah after a short amount of time. Dizz blushed as he took the cock out of his maw and got on the bed on all fours. It wasn't long before he felt his tail being lifted up and a cock being pushed into his tail hole, causing him to moan out in pleasure. The two began to pant and moan as Mike began to pump in and out of Dizz's tail hole. Dizz gasped as he felt Mike reach around and grab onto his cock. "Oh, you're so big," he heard Mike whisper into his ear, causing him to blush. "M-My mate tells me that all the time," Dizz said. "Darn...I guess I wasn't quick enough to get you for myself," Mike said as he started to thrust harder in and out of the tail hole. "Me and my skunk have been mates since high school," Dizz said. Mike smiled and licked the back of Dizz's head. "That's very sweet. But right now, you're rump is mine," he said as he began to thrust in and out of the tight tail hole. He may not have been a virgin, but he didn't get fucked a lot. Him being submissive was a rare sight. Of course, right now he was Dizz and not his regular self. "Damn...I'm guessing your skunk is the one who wears the dress," Mike said between moans. "When I want a little role play," Dizz joked. He then gasped and moaned out as he came onto the bed. It wasn't long after that that he felt a warm liquid jet up his tail hole. "That was great. Thank you, Dizz," Mike said. He then pulled out of the tight rump. The cheetah quickly ran into the bathroom and cleaned up. "What's the rush?" Mike asked. "I promised the skunk I would be home by three. It's 2:35." "Well, I hope that I might buy your services again sometime." Dizz smiled as he came out of the bathroom looking fresh and cleaned up. "Perhaps, if the price is right. Now, I really need to get paid and get out of here," Dizz said as he began to get dressed again. Mike smiled. "I put $1000 dollars on the dresser with your clothes. You were definitely worth it." "That's a lot of money." "Like I said, you were worth it," Mike said, giving him a wink. Dizz finished getting dressed and collected up his money. "Thursday," Dizz said as he headed for the door. "What's on Thursday?" Mike asked. "The next time I work. I won't be able to do another private show like this, but you can come and see me perform again at least." "I'll be there," Mike said. \*\*\* The cheetah tiptoed into the apartment and into the bedroom, trying not to wake the skunk. "Did you have fun at work?" Sam asked. Brent smiled. "Yes, I did. What did you do while I was gone?" "I went to a gay strip club," Sam said. Brent's heart stopped for a second. "R-Really?" "You seemed so natural on the stage. But you'll have to give me a private show sometime," Sam said. "H-How did you find out?" Brent asked. "Well, I just decided to visit the strip club randomly and then I saw you on stage and I just laughed. The 'tips' you were making finally made sense. How much did you make?" "$1,849." "That'll definitely help pay for some college classes," Sam said before kissing his mate. "You don't mind that I'm a whore?" Brent asked. "Not at all. I had considered it once myself, but I just don't have the body for it." "Are you crazy? I'd love to work with you on stage." Sam laughed and the two of them cuddled before falling asleep. \*\*\* Yes, I did a side story to the High School series. Sam and Brent are now in college and a young cheetah shows off his body to get some cash to help pay for schooling.

Title: Sixam’s Razor III: A Little Exercise by Sixam Tags: Anal, Doggystyle, Fox, M/M, Series, Tie, Werewolf DISCLAIMER: This story contains homosexual love between an adult and an underage male. If these things do not appeal to you or if you are underage according to your area's laws, please stop reading now. The author is not responsible for anything that may happen because of reading this story or your feelings of the content. If you are legal and this type of story appeals to you, then please, continue reading. Sixam (c) Me Razor (c) My Mate Enix (c) His Player [cameo] Sixam's Razor III: A Little Exercise By: Sixam \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ While Razor kept nuzzling his new friend, finding it nice to finally get to nuzzle someone so freely, the young fox spoke up. "So what do you want to do now that we have seen the gorge? It is still early. Want to go back home and do something? Or we could go back to the lagoon if you still want to watch me swim. Whatever you want to do, I'll do it." When Sixam said to go back to the house and do something, his mind went to the gutter due to what they were discussing earlier. He smiled at the smaller male slightly and when he heard the suggestion of watching him swim, Razor closed his eyes to think. Was swimming a good idea for the boy? Right now with his sore rear? Deciding against it, he got up slowly. "I can watch you swim another time. So maybe we should head back to the house." "To the house it is." He got off the rock and started to walk, slowly at first so Razor could catch up with him and so that they could walk together. "So what do you want to do when we get back home? Anything special you had on mind?" Sixam asked. Following closely then by his side, Razor thought silently for a moment. "Well...it depends on what you think is special, but mostly I think you just need rest and light exercise for now." "Ok then. I guess I could use..." the fox yawned and stretched, "...a little rest and relaxation." He looked at Razor quizzically, "What kind of light exercise?" he asked as they approached the house "Things like...stretching. Mainly stuff that won't hurt you but will help you recover." The larger male said smiling slightly as they headed into the house. Sixam stepped inside and closed the door behind them. "So where do you want to do this stretching?" he asked, "And what kind of stretching?" Razor blinked a bit and sat down. "Er...well...I don't know. Like this I guess." He stretched the way he did that morning. Sixam sat down next to Razor and mimicked his movements. Trying to make conversation, he asked, "So where do you come from?" He wanted to find out more about his new companion but he did not know what to ask. The werewolf watched him and smiled slightly but when he was asked where he came from, he looked up, thinking about it for a moment. "Well...I used to be in pack...but they were killed." He looked away. "I did have a place to stay but took a stroll to see the world." The red and white male looked down. "I'm sorry to hear that about your pack." He then looked at Razor, "I'm glad your stroll brought you here." He grinned sheepishly. Looking at the teen and nodding slowly, Razor said, "So am I." He smiled slightly and then rolled onto his back, padding the air as if taking a playful run. Sixam giggled a little bit when he saw Razor roll onto his back and start to pad the air. "Do you want me to do that as well?" he asked with a little laugh. Razor grinned and nodded, panting happily as his tail was brushing the ground. "Yes...It's a good exercise, and it doesn't put pressure on anything really. Sixam giggled some more before rolling onto his back and started mimicking the actions of the older male again. "This is fun, "he said with a giggle. Watching the boy, his ears twitched when he heard him giggle. He smiled and just kept padding the air cheerfully, nodding. "Yes...plus it's good practice for when you do go for a run since your muscles are use to it." Sixam thought for a moment. "Yes, I guess it is good practice for the muscles. To tell the truth, I don't do that much exercising. I mean I walk and I swim, but that is about it. I guess that's why I'm so scrawny." "Well, I'll have to stick around and help you buff up a little," grinning and looking to him, "Swimming is good. It's pretty hard so it takes a lot of strength, but get the hang of it and it can be very useful." He rolled onto his side, looking at his small companion, just smiling slightly. "Well I hope you do stick around." He smiled back at Razor. "I'm not an Olympic swimmer but I can hold my own...at the very least I won't drown." He laughed a little at his comment. "So am I to keep doing this or are we done for now?" "That's good to know, you fall in the water you won't drown." He closed his eyes slowly. You don't need to keep doing that. Take a break if you want." Sixam stopped padding the air and lay panting for a bit. He then looked at the older male with his eyes closed and got an idea that might surprise the werewolf. He slowly and quietly rolled over and crawled over to Razor. Once he was close, he licked him on the cheek and waited for a reaction. Razor's eyes shot open when he was licked. Looking at the fox, he blinked and smiled softly, blushing under his fur a little. "What was that for? Not that I didn't enjoy it." Sixam smiled at his new friend. "I just felt like doing it. I don't know why. So is there anything that you would like to do now? I'm kind of bored. We've had breakfast, been to the gorge and done some exercise. Hmm...what else can we do?" The older male smiled slightly. "Well...um..." he was unsure on if they should go again or if that was where Sixam was leaning towards. "We can do anything you want. Just name it." "I keep telling you that you are the guest. I'll do whatever you would like to do. Although, if it were up to me...I would like to do more of what we did yesterday." He smiled at Razor but he knew he was blushing. "I'm not use to being a guest." He laughed before rolling onto his stomach and nuzzled the young male. "If that's what you want, I'd be more than happy to try it again." He said licking Sixam's cheek tentatively. "It is what I want to do. I want to do it very much." He giggled as his cheek was licked. Razor smiled as Sixam said it was what he wanted to do. That smile turned into a grin as he heard the fox giggle, finding it irresistible. Sixam continued, "So do you want to stay here or should we move to the bedroom?" Looking around when he was asked where they should do it, he looked around slowly. "Er...well...I guess the bed would be a better idea since you can sleep in it and it should be comfy. Plus it saves crawling up the stairs afterwards or lying on the floor." He smiled softly. Sixam stood up. "So what are we waiting for? Let's go." he said with his tail wagging slightly. "Come on." He started walking toward the stairs. "I can't do it without you, you know." Getting up quickly, he followed him chuckling. "Actually you kinda could, but I'm sure it would only be half as fun." Grinning, he lowered his head and ran under the boy, forcing him onto his shoulders. He bolted up the stairs he slowed once he reached the top and let Sixam down. "Lead the way. His tail was wagging around he was panting slightly just from being in a damned good mood. "Well that's one way to get up the stairs. Kind of like my own personal elevator." Sixam smiled. He led the way to their bedroom, giggling a bit to himself at the thought of sharing it with Razor. "Yes...I'm an elevator now," Razor said laughing. Sixam entered their room and sat on the bed before getting a sheepish look on his face. "Umm...ok. Now what? I'm still new at this." Jumping on the bed and nuzzling the boy with his tail waving, Razor thought for a moment. "Well..." not wanting to be too forward, "you have to get comfy." Shifting his eyes slightly, he added, "Unless you want to try and ride me." He looked at Sixam and started to blush under his fur." Cocking his head, Sixam looked at the older male puzzled, "What do you mean by try and ride you?" Razor cleared his throat and slowly lowered himself down. "Basically you're in control. Instead of me being on top, like last time, you get to be on top and chose how far it goes in and how fast and so on...it was just an option though." He smiled weakly. "I don't really know what I'm doing. We can try that later. I think for now, you should be in control." He looked at Razor deeply. "So you said I have to get comfy?" He scooted back and lay down. "Is this good?" Smiling as he watched, he walked over slowly and stood over the boy once he had scooted back. "Looks it." Leaning down he licked at the boy's chest gently, not going to rush things since that could be dangerous. "That feels good," Sixam said barely audible. Razor smirked, just catching it and nodding. He licked further down the boy's chest, his paws moving up a little and resting on Sixam's arms. Sixam closed his eyes and murred, his foxhood starting to come out of his sheath. He wanted this to go faster but knew that Razor was experienced and knew what was best. Razor's eyes scanned the new arrival to their little party and licked as the pink surprise gently, barely noticing his own ‘lipstick' poking its way out of his sheath. The teen took in a sharp breath as he felt Razor's tongue on his member quite unexpectedly because his eyes were closed. With that little tease, his member has halfway out of his sheath, as if saying ‘give me more and I'll come out.' Letting off a low, seductive growl, Razor eased his tongue over the teasing pink mass as it was inviting him to do more. Closing his eyes for a moment, he just enjoyed the taste and smells of his new lover and made his pleased state quite clear with the waving of his brushy tail. Sixam opened his eyes when he heard the growl to see the older canine's tail wagging. "Somebody looks happy," Sixam said as his length unsheathed all the way. Nodding as he looked at the fully erect mass of the fox, the larger male smirked, "Yes, somebody DOES look happy. He chuckled softly and licked up the whole mass, his breath warm but heavy. He then moved his attention down and started to lick at Sixam's rear once again. Sixam laughed a little when he realized Razor was talking about him when he saw that he was fully erect. This caused Razor to smirk as he found the laughing cute. When his rear was licked, the fox moaned and got goose bumps. He was greatly enjoying this more so than last time and he said so. "This feels a lot better than last time now that I'm not scared." The larger male nodded and slowly licked up farther, once again tending to the fox's balls, growling softly as he was dying to take the boy...again. He closed his eyes and growled softly, "Well...ready for us to move on to the next step?" he asked, nuzzling the boy's lap gently and smiling softly. Sixam replied with a simple nod and "Yes." The werewolf smiled and crawled up slowly, licking the boy's chest and then his neck. Sixam murred as he was licked. Slowly, Razor started pressing his wolfen mass against the fox's puckered hole. As the teen felt the large member at his hole, he braced himself for what he knew was coming next. After waiting a moment, the larger male began to push himself forward, entering his new lover. Sixam groaned in pain as he was entered. It did not hurt as much as last time, but it still hurt. Feeling himself enter Sixam, he closed his eyes tight, letting off a low, deep growl. The fox in turn grunted as he tried to relax and take Razor in fully. When he heard the growl from his new mate, a small wave of terror flowed though him but tried to push that out. He knew, or at least thought, that Razor would never do anything to hurt him. The werewolf's tail stopped moving and as soon as he felt that enough had been inserted into the young fox, he stayed still for a moment, allowing him to get use to the intrusion. With this stop of action, the boy was happy for the break. It wasn't as tough as the first time but he was still not use to Razor's mass. Razor started to lick and nip at Sixam's neck. When he did this, the smaller male put his arms around Razor's neck, trying to either pull Razor down or pull himself up to be closer to him. Razor then began to bite very gently at the large fox ears, letting off a calm murr. With his ears being bitten slightly, the younger of the two, yipped a little but calmed down when he heard the tranquil murring. Being held close to the smaller male, Razor allowed himself to be pressed against the other, secretly liking the closeness. Sixam wanted to stay like this forever. Having someone that loved him physically made him happy. He started to cry and buried his face in Razor's shoulder so the older male would not know. Once he felt that the boy had calmed down enough, he slowly started moving his mass in and out of the tight recesses he had once again found himself in. But stopped nibbling when he heard the yelp, thinking he had hurt the boy. As the fox buried his face in Razor's chest, the werewolf breathed calmly, keeping his movements slow and steady. He rubbed the side of his head against the top of the boy's. That was when he heard the fox's gentle weeping. Stopping, Razor looked down at Sixam, "Am I hurting you?" Sixam looked up at Razor with tears in his eyes. "No, you're not hurting me. I'm just really happy. I'm happy that I met you and I'm happy that you love me. It's really nice to have someone here with me, that's all." Sixam gave a weak smile. Blushing at the word ‘love,' Razor nodded. "Happy tears?" he asked, nuzzling the boy's neck as he started to slowly move himself back and forth once again. "Yes. Happy tears." Sixam said as he closed eyes and continued to hang on to Razor, moaning a bit every now and then. He nodded again and licked at the fox's cheeks softly to lap up the tears, his thrusting getting slightly deeper as he did so but still kept his pace steady, for now. Sixam grunted a bit as Razor's pace picked up speed. Then something entered his mind...something that the werewolf had said the day before. ‘Doggy-style.' He wanted to try that since he had already had it on his back. "Wait. Wait." He said softly but in a serious tone. Once he was told to wait, Razor stopped and looked down to Sixam, blinking and speaking just as softly, "Is something wrong?" He seriously didn't want to hurt or upset the boy. "No...not really. I just want to try something you mentioned yesterday. You called it ‘doggy-style.' I want to try that." He looked up at Razor with that look that only children can do when they are trying to get their way. "Umm...doggy-style? I...er...can get a little carried away when doing it that way." He looked into the pleading eyes. "Are you sure you want to try it?" Since Sixam's eyes did not change, he nodded slowly and eased himself out of the boy. Sixam grunted a little as Razor pulled out of him and let go of his neck. "Yes...I'm sure. I want to do this. I want to try everything that I can." "You ...have to get onto all fours...and then...I can mount you." He blushed slightly at the thought of what they were about to do. His heart began pounding at the idea of doing it the way he found most natural. He was still a little wary though, he knew that he could lose himself a lot easier if they did it this way, but it was Sixam's choice. "I'll try to be gentle..." he said smiling softly to the young fox, waiting for him to move or signal that he had changed his mind. Sixam giggled slightly at the word ‘mount' as he began to get into position. He hesitated once heard the were would say that he would try to be gentle. He wondered just how rough it could get and if he should back out. He pushed the thought about not doing it out of his mind. He wanted to try this, even if it got rough. Suddenly he realized that he had just stopped where he was and must have seemed hesitant to Razor. He smiled weakly and got on his paws and knees. "Ok, I think I'm ready," he said with a wavering voice. Razor watched the boy, noticing his halt in movement. Once he spoke, he could tell the difference in Sixam's voice. He didn't want to force the boy, but at the same time, he did not want to scare the fox into never allowing him to do this again. Smiling, he moved closer, licking up the young fox's rear and soon crept over him. He placed his paws on Sixam's stomach and shuffled closer. Pressing the pink tip of his wolfen member against the boy's rear, he leaned in slowly to where his nose was by Sixam's ear. "When you're ready, I'll enter you again," he said, licking at his cheek softly. Sixam took a deep breath and prepare himself. He knew it would still hurt but not as much because Razor was just in him a few moments before. He asked himself one more time if this was really what he wanted to do and he decided it was. With one more breath, he said "Ok. I'm ready." Razor nodded slowly once the boy announced that he was ready. He pushed his mass forward and back into the depths it was occupying moments before. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his cheek against Sixam's gently and waited for the boy to adjust to him, know he would still need to. Sixam grunted a bit as Razor entered his hole for a third time now. The pain wasn't as bad this time. "I must be getting use to it,' he thought happily but was still thankful that the larger male waited. Once the werewolf felt that he had waited enough, he started to ease his lower region forward and then back slowly, the tops of his fingers pressing on the lower part of the young canine's sides, just above his hips. He wasn't pressing too hard, just enough to stabilize the boy a little as he started moving. As Razor gripped his sides, the teen thought, ‘This isn't so bad. What was I worried about?' With his cheek still pressed against Sixam's, he started to thrust a little faster into the fox. His paws moved slightly, his fingertips placed against the lower part of the young fur's stomach. Closing his eyes, he pulled Sixam ever so slightly closer to him, making him enter the young, red and white canine a little more. Holding him firmly, he kept a steady pace as his tail beat about and circle round slightly. He started breathing a little heavier, his tongue hanging out of his mouth slightly for a moment before he realized what he was doing and pulled it back into his mouth. He wanted to keep his control here and not give into his more animal side, even though he was mostly as animal. Sixam started to moan as Razor picked up speed and started to press into his prostate more. He still didn't see how this could get rough. He was extremely enjoying this. The pleasure was great. He began to start panting. Shutting his eyes tighter as he started thrusting harder, he held the boy firmly in place as he slowly started to lean his head back, his tail clearly showing his enjoyment. He started panting heavily as he was now going faster and harder than he had done with the boy before. Sixam moaned and groaned loudly as Razor's pace picked up speed and started thrusting hard and fast, more than he had ever felt before. As Razor continued to assault his prostate, he began to feel an orgasm coming. He panted in complete ecstasy as his lover continued to move in and out of him quickly. Still panting, Razor shook his head slowly. Pulling himself closer to the boy, he started letting off quiet whines rooted in deep pleasure. Before he knew what had happened, his knot worked its way into Sixam's rear causing the fox to yelp. Now locked, the werewolf started whining louder with each of his thrusts into the boy, every movement bringing closer and closer to his own explosion. "I..." Holding back and gritting his teeth, he focused on making his mate cum first. He licked up in-between the fox's shoulders slowly. Sixam couldn't hold out any longer. The act of being tied with his mate and the sensual licks that he was getting pushed him over the edge and he had has third orgasm within 24 hours. He let off a loud moan as he rode the wave of intense pleasure. Hearing the foxboy moan loudly, Razor kept his eyes closed tight. Easing his paw down Sixam's now messy boyhood and balls slowly, he rubbed there for a moment, trying to stay calm. He soon moved his paw back to the boy's stomach to join the other, pressing them both against his mid-section. He then increased his speed and got slightly harder in thrusting. It was not enough to injure or hurt either of them, but it was now out of pure animal lust... His panting matched his thrusting as he brought himself closer with each of his movements in and out of the tight hole he was still occupying. His body temperature was increasing because of his physical workout, and the normal sex-blush wasn't helping him either. He started letting off whines every not and then, it was clear that he was about to cum. Razor started whining louder and longer as his animal passion took over. His wolfhood was throbbing, ready to burst. Thrusting hard and fast, he shook his head quickly as he felt himself building a little too fast. Taking deep breaths, he threw his head back, maw open, and let off a loud howl as he hit a climax. Razor's cream soon filled the boy's insides as the wolf's sounds of pleasure echoed around the room and hallway. He slowed down dramatically after that until his thrust all but stopped and his paws dropped down to the bed to hold himself up. He then started to ease himself out of the boy only to find himself stuck. His eyes widened and he looked down at Sixam, trying to pull out again. "Umm...we got a problem. Sixam felt the tug at his sphincter and knew what had happened. He didn't know much about sex but he did know a bit about the canine body. He looked over his shoulder at Razor. "Uh...yeah...it seems you've tied into me," he looked away and blushed a little, "I don' mind really. I like being close to you. Why don't we just lie down and wait for you to shrink?" Razor blushed under his fur as he listened to the boy speak and started to smile. He thought he would get in trouble for it. He nodded and lied down slowly, as he was attached to the fox, and nuzzled the boy, resting with him. "This is kinda nice." he said murring as he started to relax more and more. Almost ready to go to sleep, he just held his new mate and murred softly. Murring as he was nuzzled, the teen said, "Yes. This is very nice." He was happy to be with Razor and the fact that they were connected made it even better. As he closed his eyes, he heard a familiar voice calling from downstairs. The cheetah entered the house with some groceries as he did every so often. "Hey, Six! Are you here?" he called out, thinking he might be swimming or at the gorge. Sixam's heart started to race. "Oh no! Not now. Why did he have to come now?" Hearing someone enter the house, the werewolf's ears swiveled about a little before pointing back. He looked down at Sixam. The boy was obviously getting worried and clearly knew who it was. He looked towards the door, not sure what to do. There were still stuck together so there was no use in trying to move or hide. Looking back to Sixam, he just shook his head and sighed, resting it back down over the boy's shoulder. It was clear he was exhausted, to exhausted to even worry. He whispered to the boy calmly, "Don't worry, you won't get in trouble. I'll make it look like I did this and there was nothing you could do." Sixam looked over his shoulder and shook his head. "I won't let you do that. This was something I asked for. Plus Enix is pretty laidback. I'm sure if I just explain everything to him, he would be okay with it. I hope. He had known Enix since he was eight. They were close, like brothers. They had shared so many secrets. He hoped Enix could keep another one. Razor nodded and closed his eyes, understanding to a certain extent. He just lied there, smiling slightly. "If he's not, what then?" Slowly he opens his eyes and looks at Sixam before starting to groom the fur on his shoulder tentatively. The twenty-year-old cheetah placed the groceries in the kitchen and proceeded to head upstairs to Sixam's bedroom. He thought the boy might have gotten sick because of the previous days of rain. He thought that he had heard whispering and an unfamiliar voice. When he got to the room, he saw why. He stood in the doorway looking at the two canines, not saying a thing. Sniffing the air, the werewolf looked towards the feline, looking him up and down slowly before turning to his mate, "What now?" The fox gave his friend a sheepish grin, "Umm...Hiya Enix." Waiting for the cheetah to answer, Razor just nuzzled the young male's cheek. Since he knew the feline and probably knew how he would react to the new male in the room. He yawned slightly with a silent whine at the end and shook his head trying to wake himself up. He was tired because of what they had done and because he really hadn't slept yet, but he wouldn't sleep while Enix was there. Enix nodded slightly and asked, "Umm...what are you doing?" Sixam looked at him innocently. "We were...uh...having sex and kind of got stuck." He grinned sheepishly. "You're not mad or anything are you? And...and please don't tell my parents." Looking towards Enix as Sixam and then back to his red furred lover as he said about them being stuck. "Yeah...stuck." Enix looked at the boy for a moment before smiling. "No...I'm not mad. Why would I be? What you do is your business. And you should know by now that I can keep a secret. Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" he motioned to Razor. The fox was relieved to hear the spotted feline's words. "Enix, this is Razor, my new mate I guess you would say. Razor, this is Enix, a family friend and one time babysitter who now like a brother." Looking back to Enix as they were introduced, he nodded slowly and weakly smiled. "Hi. I'd get up and shake your paw but...you know." Resting his head down, he smiled. "At least we're comfy." "Well, since the two of you are ‘tied up' at the moment, sort to speak," he chuckled, "I'll just talk to you later. I brought you some stuff, Six. Since there will be two eating here now, I'll being some more soon." He nodded at Razor, "Well it was nice meeting you Razor. Sorry to have barged in on you like this." Then he looked Sixam squarely in the eyes, "We'll talk about this later." And he left. Sixam called out behind him, "Thanks for stopping by Enix and thanks for the food." Once the feline had left, the werewolf lied his head back down, rubbing his cheek against Sixam's gently, feeling content and happy but also tired sine he'd kinda let loose. Sixam murred softly as Razor rubbed cheeks with him. He was very content now. He closed his eyes and relaxed, relived that Enix took that well. He started to drift off to sleep. "I love you, Razor," he muttered in his tired state. Razor eyes went wide and he flushed at the statement. He wasn't sure how to react. He just lied his head down against the fox's and slowly closed his eyes. Breathing a sigh of contentment, Sixam fell asleep. Making sure he didn't crush the boy, Razor got comfy and drifted to sleep. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ YAY! Chapter III. There is still more, but once again, I would like some feedback. Send your comments and thoughts to Sixam (dot) Canoscan (at) yahoo (dot) com. Yet again... I hope you have enjoyed this as much as we have. Ciao.

Title: How Did You Know? Ch. 04 Tags: reality fantasy, dad beth, beth asks, love simply, door head, cold feet, beth car, minutes beth, waist slowly, christ sake "Yeah hon, how ya doing?" I ask. "Okay, but I'm calling to see how you're doing." Beth says." "I'm doing okay, just getting up." I'm lying now, and I feel Becky stir next to me. I'm glancing at her and staring at the nipple rings, damn, those things amaze me. "So I was gonna come over, is that okay?" She asks. "Maybe later, I've got a few things to do this morning. What time is it anyway?" "About nine thirty," she answers, sounding disappointed. "Why don't you come over about noon?" I ask. "Okay, hey, is Beck up yet?" Beth asks. "I don't know; I don't think so." And the question ticks me off, but I say nothing about it. "Well, when she does, would you have her call me?" She says. "Sure, as soon as I see her, I'll have her call." Now I'm uncomfortable with the lies and want to hang up. "Thanks," Beth says, then finishes with "Bye." I hang up the phone and Beck rolls over to face me. She is awake. "So dear sir, are you protecting this maidens' honor, by not telling Beth I was right here?" I look at her amused, but go with the genre. "My dear Madame, are you the young queen, or are you still the princess?" I ask quietly. "I'm the princess; I've not yet become queen." She replies, lowering her eyes. God she does look innocent I think, actually, she looks fifteen years old like that and I'm dumbstruck. "Well, until you do, become queen I mean; I'll protect your honor from being tarnished by anyone. That includes the maiden Bethany." I finish. She giggles, and then gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. "And has this knight ever had a royal worship him?" She asks, keeping that coy look in her eye. "I think not," I reply. Then without another word, she slides down the bed, engulfs me and within seconds I'm as hard as any saber ever used in the middle ages. I'm in bliss here and when I get through with what she was going after, she holds me longer than any woman has ever held me like that. Finally, she releases my cock and heads back up the bed to my arms. She kisses me on the cheek, and then suggests we take a shower. I'm for that and we head into the bathroom. Now it's almost a repeat of earlier, she's washing me, taking her time, and then I wash her. When that's all done, she turns around and takes advantage of my height and her lithe body and good strength. She encircles my neck, pulls herself up until her legs go around my waist, holds herself up with one hand, she then uses the other to take my surprisingly hard-again dick and impales herself. I can not believe that within a few minutes of my cumming, she's got me hard again. She doesn't move at first, just uses some mysterious muscles in there to milk me like a soft velvet glove. Within minutes though I've got to move and as I do she throws her head back and arching her back goes vocal. Now I've had a lot of experience with sex, and I've cum at the same time as my partner, but I've never had one pull me with her scream right to it. Her head slumps against my shoulder, holds on tight with her arms, and removes her legs from around my waist. Slowly, ever so slowly she lowers her feet to the shower, kisses me, and shuts the water off. We leave the shower, I grab a towel, throw one to her and as I dry off I walk back into the bedroom. A minute later, she comes out, naked as the day she was born. I watch as she removes the nipple rings, puts them in her purse, then grabs her panties, puts them on and follows with her jeans. I'm mesmerized, and don't know why. Then she picks up her sweater, faces me fully, naked from the waist up and slowly pulls her sweater on without ever taking her eyes off me. She glances down, slips into her shoes and then says, "You gonna get dressed or what." I recover from my trance and go about getting dressed. When I finally pulled my boots on and turned around, she's gone. I walk down the hall, turn into the kitchen and she's standing with the refrigerator door open. The coffee is beginning to brew, so she's already taken care of that. "Want bacon and eggs?" She asks. "That sounds good. And while you do that, I've gotta go out and feed the horses. Won't take but a few minutes. Okay?" "Sure," she says without looking at me. "Oh, and you're supposed to call Beth." I remind her. She nods her head. I go out the back door and head to the stables. Looks like it's going to be nice day weather wise, but that's probably all it's going to be. With Beth coming over, it really wouldn't matter if the sun was shining or not. We're going to have a storm, and that storm has nothing to do with the weather. My thoughts turn to Becky and now that I'm away from her, breathing fresh air and thinking a little clearer, I smell trouble. Mentally, going back to the bedroom I think about the conversation we'd had and it hits me. Jesus Christ, would she take the "princess or queen" thing to think I'm proposing marriage. Shit, that's not what I meant, but can clearly see how she could have taken it that way. I'm feeding the mares, notice the bucket outside the bin, and realize Beth had fed last night. I wonder if she came into the house, then doubted it. Becky's car is in the driveway and my truck is missing from the garage, I just hope Beth didn't come in. My mind wanders back to Becky. I'm troubled now; I'm thinking this is not what she or I need. So she had a crush on me once, maybe still feels strongly about that, but how fair is that to her? In ten years I'll be depending on doctors and meds, maybe even Viagra to keep me on an even keel. Ten years from then who knows what? I mean she'd be in her mid fifties; I'd probably be in a wheel chair and then what? I smoke for Christ sakes that will probably change a lot of things in the next couple of years not ten or fifteen. What about kids? Becky should have kids, and I sure as hell don't want kids at my age. Net, net, this is a bad move all around. Well, there's more reality I think as I slam the stable door shut and head to the house, my head somewhere around my ankles. Walking into the house I'm hit with the sweet smell of bacon, see eggs sizzling in the pan, and the toast pops up just as I close the door. Looking at the table I see my plate already has hash browns on it and a glass of tomato juice sitting there too. God this girl did pay attention when she lived with us; she'd just made my favorite breakfast. "Hungry?" She asks looking up as she takes the eggs out of the skillet. "Famished." I say and go to sit down. She brings the rest of the breakfast to the table, fills my plate, and then hers, before she finally sits down. "Reality huh?" She asks, looking at me with hurt in her eyes, and something else. Scared; she's scared right now, and I'm thinking she can read minds. I start turning red with embarrassment, she's figured out what I was thinking while I was outside. How? Hell, I don't know how, call it woman's intuition, but she knows as surely as if I'd said it. "What do you mean?" I ask, feigning innocence, but I'm as good at wearing that as I am humility and I know she knows that too. "Never mind, just eat before it gets cold," she says icily. We do, and before you know it, the foods gone and I'm feeling like a cigarette. I offer her one and she takes it, leaning to the flame I offer her. "Wanna go for a horse ride?" I ask, and have no idea why I've done so. "We have time before Beth gets here?" "Sure, and if we're not back, she'll wait." I reply. So we clear the table, stack the dishes in the sink, and head outside. As we go into the stable, Becky heads to the tack room and starts pulling on a pair of boots. I look at her symmetry again, and my heart wavers a moment. God, to be with something like that for the rest of my life I'm thinking. How could that be a bad thing? I push the thought away from my mind. Twenty minutes later, we're headed out the back field fence and into open country. We ride, easy with each other's company, but neither of us is talking until she breaks the silence. "So what's got you so deep in thought Phil?" She asks, looking at me. "I dunno, a hundred things I 'spose." "And am I any one of those?" She asks, staring at me hard. "Yes, as a matter of fact, you are." "Good things or bad things?" She continues to stare. "Becky, I don't know, I really don't. I wouldn't classify you in any 'bad' thoughts, maybe sad, I don't know." I reply. "Why sad?" She asks. "Cause you are so young. Hell honey, there's twenty plus years between us, you've got your whole life ahead of you, I don't. What about kids? You probably want to have kids, and to be honest, I sure as hell don't." I explain, looking directly into her eyes. "That's it. You're older and don't want to have kids?" She asks surprised. "Well, there's more I suppose, but those are the biggest ones." I respond. "Wow, that's pretty simplistic Phil, does it matter how I feel about it?" She asks. "Well of course, I'm thinking about you, you're the reason I am thinking this way. Becky I could so easily fall in love with you forever, but how fair is that to you?" I ask. "Does it have anything to do with what others will think?" "No, not really." I'm a bit stunned by that but hold my tongue. "It wouldn't make any difference to you that I'd suddenly be Bethany's step-mom if we got hooked up?" Becky asks. "Well, I don't think so. I hadn't thought about that. It's the age and kids, really it is Beck." I finish, but looking at her I know she knows I'm lying. Hell that is an issue. What would people think? "Get off your horse Phil." She says flatly. "What?" I ask; having no idea what this is about. "Get off your fucking horse Phil." She says mean as a snake. I dismount and as I come around the left side, Becky who's still mounted up to the right of my horse, leans down, grabs my horse's reins, wheels, and takes off. I'm no where near ready for this maneuver and I stand there dumbfounded as I realize I've got about two miles to walk to get back to the ranch. Shit! When I finally arrive back at the stables, Becky is nowhere to be seen, and there stands Bethany, grooming my horse, Becky's horse is already unsaddled and back in her stall. "Long walk?" Beth inquires. "Yes. What the hell was that all about?" I ask, mad as hell. "Dad, let's forget for a moment what's between us. I gotta tell you, you've hurt Becky more than you'll ever know. I can't believe what you said to her." "Hurt her, Jesus Christ Beth, I was being honest." "She told you how she felt about you, and all she's been through?" "Yes she told me all of it," I say. "No dad, she didn't tell you everything." Beth says flatly. "What do you mean?" I ask. "Look, go in, get a cup of coffee, and let me get your horse done. We've got a lot of talking to do, and actually I don't care if we settle the issue between us, right now, I don't give a fuck about that." She says uncharacteristically. So, I did. I go to the house, pour a cup of coffee, go to the cupboard, put a shot of brandy in it, and as I light my cigarette realize that my hands are shaking. Goddamn it, life wasn't so complicated forty eight hours ago. I was trying to get over my wife's death for heaven's sake, and this, well, this sucks, big time. A few minutes later, Beth comes into the house and grabs a cup of coffee for herself. She stirs the creamer into it and comes over to the table where I'm sitting. "Okay dad, as I pull into the drive way I see her leading your horse on a dead run headed to the stable. I figure you've been hurt or something so I run out to meet her as she slides to a stop. She's almost hysterical by then, which makes me believe you really are hurt, but as I keep asking her, she keeps saying no, you're walking home. After a minute or so, she calms down long enough to tell me what she'd told you last night, about her dad, her feelings towards you, the whole bit. Okay, you won't talk about what you and Becky did last night and I respect that, but she made it very clear that for a few hours last night she had realized her long held dream of telling you how she felt. Not only did she get to tell you, she actually got to show you how much she loved you. Those were her words. She also said, she was 'on cloud nine', until you came in from feeding the horses. She knew you were having second thoughts then, but went riding in the hopes she was wrong. On the ride, she realized she wasn't and you were already getting cold feet." "Cold feet? Jesus Christ Bethany, I'm not having cold feet, I'm being practical. She's your age for Christ's sake! Life doesn't work that way. Autumn/Spring marriages are a mistake, I've seen it before." I'm a little pissed right now. "Didn't she call you this morning?" I ask. "No, I waited for her to, but the first I talked to her was out by the stable." Beth answers, and then continues, "Practical? You call love being practical? When did that start? Beth asks. "When reality hit me this morning." I answer. "Tell me, goddamn it, tell me what practical is all about." She slams her fist on the table. "I'm middle aged, she's young, she'll want kids, I sure as hell don't." I blurt out. "So you'll fuck her, but won't marry her. That's sweet, I know a lot of young men that would do the same thing, I thought you were a bit above that you prick! Becky can't HAVE kids!" She screams at me. It's then that I reacted in a way so uncharacteristic of me, I was shocked. I slapped her. I reached across the table, swung as I stood up and slapped her across her face. I dunno it wasn't just what she'd said; 'cause I really WAS a prick. It was a combination of being with two women, so different on one hand, and so very much alike on the other. One was my daughter, I'd actually fucked my own daughter and I was sick about it. I'd made love to Becky and I loved it as it happened. I guess I felt trapped. Trapped by what Beth had done, and very much on the spot by what Becky had said. Now I find out Beck can't have kids, and I'm stupefied again. Beth's reaction caught me off guard too. She slapped me back. Well, that's not true, she didn't slap me, she cold cocked me. Her fist was doubled up, she connected with my jaw and I dropped like a ton of bricks. If that wasn't bad enough, she calmly walks over and kicks me square in the balls for the coup de grace. She does that, then she drops to her knees, pulls me to her and crying hysterically tells me how sorry she is. I'm trying to pry my eyeballs from the back of my skull, holding my balls and wondering what's coming now. During the next thirty minutes, I recover; go back to sitting in my chair. Beth keeps the coffee coming and we're not speaking during the whole time. Finally after what seemed like hours, but as I said was only thirty minutes, Beth finally sits back in her chair, across from me. She's idly stirring her coffee but still not talking. "You know what dad?" Beth asked. "What now?" I ask. "This is so fucked." "What is?" I'm looking at her steadily. "This whole thing about you and me, this thing about you and Becky, I don't get it." "What don't you get?" "Was the sex good between you and her?" She asks. "I'm not talking about that Beth, and you know it." I respond. "Okay, was it good between you and me?" She asks now, and I really don't want to talk about that either and say so. "That's not fair, actually that's unfair as hell. What is sex to you then?" She changes her tactic. "It's about love, with someone you love, someone you care about." I reply. "Do you love either one of us?" She asks. "I love you both, differently I suppose, but I do love you both." I answer. "What's masturbation?" She suddenly asks. "What? I'd rather not have this conversation Beth, really I wouldn't." "Well we're having it goddamn it, and we're having it now, so answer the fucking question." She says defiantly, as my jaw throbs and balls ache remembering that just a bit ago I pissed her off, and didn't want to go down that road again.. "Masturbation is a tool I suppose for those who choose to use it." I reply a bit hesitantly. "Do you?" She inquires. "Masturbate? Well, is that really important? Why do you need to know that?" "I'm asking the questions here dad, you just answer." She's pretty adamant now. "Okay, I do, so what?" "I've already said, I'm asking the questions, and I kind of figured you did. My question is who do you think about when you do?" She says; arms folded across her chest. "Well, I don't know, I think you already know about my feelings for Nancy, so I suppose it's her when I do." I answer. "Is she the only one? I find that a little hard to believe." "Well no, there are others, actually, Becky has come to mind on more than one occasion, especially when I was drinking so much and Becky stayed here awhile with you and I. Hell, you both moved back in for that month or so." I said as honestly as I could. "What about me? Ever go there with me?" She asks. I hang my head 'cause she's hit a chord, and I really didn't want to hear that tune played. "You do, don't you?" She asked, and not being surprised by it. "Yes, well I have I guess." I say. "You GUESS? You fucking guess? What kind of an answer is that?" Now she's mad. "Okay Bethany, I do, I mean I have, yes you've come to mind at times. What do you want me to say?" I'm looking her right in the eyes now. "So which is better, the fantasy or the reality?" She asks, much subdued. "The reality is of course. Actually I..." and I pause. "What? Actually you what dad?" She stares back at me. "Well actually Beth, I've never thought about what we really did the other night, I guess I fantasized about your breasts mainly, how they'd feel, that sort of thing." "So the answer is the reality was better than the fantasy." She says. "Well of course it was; it was mind blowing, to say the least. That is of course, until I found out who it was." I finish. "And what exactly made it so bad when you found out?" She's going to press this to the end, I know that now. "It's the whole incest thing Beth, it's wrong, it's a bit sick and twisted, I dunno." Look what Becky went through, look how she's suffered because of that." I say and now I can't look her in the eyes. "Dad," she starts. "Look at me dad. Do I look like I suffered because of what happened? I'm thirty five years old for Christ sake, not a fifteen/sixteen year old kid that got forced into some perverted shit with a drunk dad who couldn't keep his hands off me. I WANTED that to happen, I LOVED it when it did, and I want MORE whenever it's offered." She finished, and the honest look in her eye tells me she's serious as a heart attack. "When Beck's dad killed himself, there were rumors at school. Kids hear their parents talk and everybody knew he hung in the bars and screwed anything he could get his hands on. Now Becky, she denies it all those years, because she really felt way down deep it was in some way her own fault he did that to her. She knows now it wasn't, but back then it was pretty hard on her. She always thought if she'd just run away and not left the note, her dad wouldn't have shot himself, and maybe even gotten help. But I gotta ask you, don't you feel what happened between us is on a different level? Do you think I'm gonna get all twisted up and shitty over us?" She says. "Probably not Beth, but that doesn't make it right. It just doesn't seem right, I dunno, I can't even think about it right now." "Well look at these dad," she says and opens her blouse. I'm staring at those beauties again, and this time in broad daylight. Jesus Christ she has a pair of tits like I've never seen. Even carrying two children those puppies are standing there like erect buildings. I drop my eyes hoping their magnetism will release me, but not before I notice the nipple rings are missing. "I offer these when you want them, and anything else attached to me. I'm not ashamed, and I think the reality is much better than the fantasy, so there you have it about me." "You," she continues, and pulls her blouse shut, "you have to figure out not only what to do about me, you gotta figure out what to do about Becky, 'cause that woman loves you beyond reason, and to be honest dad, you couldn't find a better woman to be in your life. Now think of that, she finishes, gets up, and walks out the door, slamming it as she goes. I gotta be honest here, she really didn't have to slam it that hard, but she did and I jumped a foot when the shock wave hit. So I sit there for about ten minutes, my mind going all sorts of crazy ways, and then head to the cupboard, pull down the brandy again, and splash some in my cup. But you know what? Even as I add the coffee I know I can't go down this road, so after one sip, I step to the sink and pour it out. Looking out the window I'm a bit surprised to see Beth's car still here. She hasn't left, and I have no idea where she is. I walk back to the living room, lie on the couch, and get lost in thought. I thought I was thinking, but if the truth were known, I fell asleep. It was a troubled sleep to say the least and at some points I'm fucking Bethany with Becky cheering us on, and at others' I'm slamming Becky with Bethany screaming encouragement. Weird, but when I wake up about four hours later, I'm bathed in sweat and shakin' like a dog shittin' peach seeds. Getting off the couch I go back to the window and I'm relieved to see Beth's car is gone. I go out the back door and head to the stables. Little early for feeding, but I want to get it done before dark. Damn, I never did muck any of the stalls out today I think, but then excuse myself from doing it til tomorrow; at least I'm still in charge of the fucking horses. A bit later, chores done, I head back to the house and looking through the garage door, I'm surprised to see my truck in there. I know Beth took care of that, but who helped her; I have no idea. Walking back into the house I see my keys hung up on the hook, and on the table is a note I'd not seen before. It's from Beth and it says to call her when I wake up. I go to the phone and do exactly that. "Hey hon." I say. "How ya feeling?" She asks. "Okay I guess." Which isn't a lie, I'm just guessing here, 'cause I don't know exactly how I am feeling. "Want some company?" She asks, and my hackles come up. "I dunno hon, hadn't thought about it. I guess we could talk." I reply as calmly as I can. "Naw, I don't want to talk anymore dad. If you want company, I'll come over, if you wanna talk about this shit, call someone else." She says, and then finishes with, "You tell me." "Please come over." I whisper, and right then I fall forever across the line. The phone goes dead and I go back to the living room. Why I'm so damn tired is beyond me, but I lay down on the couch, and after throwing my arm over my face, I drift off. Don't know how long I dozed, but suddenly Beth's tugging at my arm telling me to get up. "Let's just go to bed dad." She says and I dutifully get off the couch and follow her. Funny part about this is, neither of us says a word, now I'll grant ya, we talked a lot about it later, but right then, we just went back to the bedroom, got out of our clothes, and got into bed. I did notice the nipple rings were back in and I remember realizing that when these girls thought sex was in the air, the rings were on, any other time, they weren't. But I didn't say anything to her about that little observation, I just pulled her to me, and she spooned in like she'd lived there before. I did put my right arm under hers and grasp her breast. Didn't touch the ring, just held her boob, and marveled at its size, firmness, and warmth. Then I was dead to the world, and I have no idea how long I slept til my erection woke me up, poking and sniffing around her ass and panting to get into something. I guess that would wake most men up, and I was feeling pretty good when that happened. As the fog completely cleared my head I realized he wasn't up on his own, he had someone's fingers wrapped around him stroking him to his current frenzied state. The back of Beth's left leg was firmly pressed against the front of my left leg, and her right leg was bent at the knee and pulled up so that her leg was almost to her belly. She was opening herself up, pistoning my friend with her fist, and getting ready to haul him into one of those warm tunnels she had opened. Turned out it was her cunt she chose first, and as she tugged him forward, I helped propel him home. Then the magic, the warmth; the fuck-my-eyes-out movements that go on for a few moments until she said, "No! Hold on a second." She pulls forward, unplugging my friend, and he's a little pissed about that, to which I agree; one shouldn't treat friends like that. But she quickly rolls over on her back, spreads her legs, and pulls me atop her. I'm home again in a second and breathing easier at the feeling. Now she pulls my face to hers and we kiss. I mean we kiss like we've been marooned on an island away from the opposite sex for six or seven years. She takes in a deep breath as I start to establish a rhythm until we both arch, hold our breath, see stars together and cum like gangbusters. This woman's a sexual athlete at her peak, and why I recognize that with awe at this particular time instead of having the feelings of guilt run into my heart, is beyond me. But I do it gladly as I kiss her softly and then roll to the side and bring her with me. "I love you ya know." She says simply. "And I you, above all else, I love you." There, simply given; simply said. We're both off in our own little worlds thinking thoughts, holding each other as tightly as we can and eventually doze off peacefully. I enter that never-never land that, for whatever reason tonight, is a peaceful place with lovely bird noises and the sound of a small brook running near by. I sleep the sleep of the dead, and am happy to be there. *To Be Continued...*

Title: The hunt for a male delicacy by delete341 Tags: Blowjob, Castration, Cock And Balls Torture, Cooking, Fanfiction, Forest, Genital Vore, Knot, Lucario, Luxray, M/F, Ninetales, Non-Anthro, Penectomy, Pokemon, Quilava, Seduction, Sex, Slavery, Straight, Vaginal, Weavile The hunt for a male delicacy Copyright of Nintendo, Game Freak and anyone I do not know Character are mine (Delete341) Two females were hunting for a rare treat. The weavile and ninetales were talking. They had a winter agreement that was done for a few winters. The weavile got to stay in the ninetales' den. They tag-teamed for hunting game in the winter. First they needed a female in heat. They found a frostlass and toyed with her. They wanted her scent as a cover. Neither female was in season so that was the best time for their hunt. The weavile spoke, "Now Kate. I want my share first this year and you get his milk." The ninetales replied, "That will be your winter fee this year but, I want the shaft too. Listen, Judy. I want my delicacy and we will be sticky afterwards and need some private time to clean up. You did bring the stones this year, right?" Kate replied, "I did they are in a bag from the last prize right here. Why?" "You see, when males evolve they regrow 'their berries' and I want earrings this year as a snack later." A few hours of walking they found their prey. A male pansage and the cover scent worked. He was interested in the ninetales. The ninetales acted in heat and he wanted to make her a mother. Kate grabbed him and flipped him on his back. Her tales cover her real goal. She licked his sheath and he was erect in no time. She was a hot fire type and he was a grass type. He was playing with her vulva slit. She was enjoying it and was liking his actions. She was sucking his shaft and he was about to ejaculate when Judy came in and faced Kate. Judy opened her mouth and was chewing on his nuts. Soon his scrotum was bleeding but, he was so interested in his lust he took little notice. His shaft was throbbing and he felt a pain. Judy pulled his fruit tight and ripped them off. His was so close to blowing a load and the ninetales turned and looked at him. They denied his final baby juice. "Why. They never grow back." He asked. Kate told him, "I have a stone here and you get them back right now." She used the leaf stone and he evolved; still, erect into a simisage. His new fruit was free from his removed sack. Judy kept them warm and Kate was finishing the blow job. He was about to give a shot of semen when she started to bite down harder. Soon he was panting and blood dripping from his shaft. She was cooking his penis in her mouth and cauterizing the wound when she felt his release all over her face. He was screaming in a strange mix of pain and pleasure. Judy held his milk makers tight and Kate bit the spermatic cords. Judy took some vines and tied what was left still on his nuts and gave the new earrings to Kate and helped put them on. He was weak as Kate said chewing his 'male hood', "Thanks for the treat and the earrings." Then, she moved his severed penis in her mouth to continue eating. He looked at his gear and, all gone. Judy turned around and was hungry but a new male was in their sight and they traded places. The simisage was in pain and terror. His gear would never come back. Next to him was a male luxray. The luxray said, "They never harm me. I am a dud from birth, but they need me for heat. They do not want to be mothers anymore. It is a sad story but you are too afraid to move so listen, well. The ninetales had a loving mate who cared for her until his other female found out and harmed him. The ninetales was sad and angry so, she left her den and found the other female's den and she was not there. Her male young were, and the ninetales was angry. She grabbed each young male and ripped their penis off. Then, she ripped their sack and mutilated the precious jewel inside. She fixed all of them and hurt the females by holding them hostage at her den. The mother found her and the ninetales killed her slowly by pulling her eyes out and her tail off. She was eaten alive. The pups had to watch and soon they accepted the ninetales as their new mother. Just be glad they did not kill you if you hurry a ditto can repair your damage but, be quick and quiet she kills all ditto's in her territory." The simisage was passed out and the luxray carried him into a cave and locked him in chains. The simisage woke up and saw three other males and the luxray outside. He looked down and his gear was still gone but it was sealed with wax. "You all belong to me now and I will have a ditto restore your 'male hood' for life servitude for me. I am her king and if you decline the offer you are for sale. Choose quickly." The luxray said. "You tricked us! We took your word and you are a slave dealer!" The simisage yelled. The luxray spoke again, "Because of him you are all for sale and you are not getting restored except the lucario who paid in full for his freedom. Thank the new cage member for that." The lucario was freed and had his gear restored. He had pledged life servitude to save his sick mother as payment. She was treated and healed. His new role was the personal servant to the luxray. The luxray was the king of the forest and he had no ability to have pups so, the lucario was his next best thing. The lucario was quick to figure it out but his lust was still a challenge. He had several male slaves below is rank to satisfy his lust. If he fathered children, he would lose his new pair and penis. He wanted females but, it was a real risk. If he became a father and was not the valley leader he was not safe. Only the leader of the group got to fathers. It was a rule only for nobility. Savants were higher rank than slaves. Slave and servants were both owned but servants had some rights. They could father children if the master gave them permission. Some could earn their freedom by doing dangerous tasks that slave were not trusted like spying on other nobility and deliver messages. The slaves were not trusted with those tasks. They were castrated and no means of pleasuring females. Female slaves were valued for breeding and house work. Female servants were guards for the unmated quarters for noble females. It was a bit strange to most of the pokémon population. The luxray asked the lucario, "I never got your name what do I call you?" "Seven. Master." The lucario replied. The luxray smirked and asked, "Seven? Why did your mother name you?" "No master. My father was not creative and named all males by order of hatching and only named females. My mother had no choice as she was rased that way." Seven told him. "It is near heat and I have two females coming in for so, do not speak to them. You know them because they took your first set." The luxray told his servant. A few hours later the bell rang for the door and Seven opened the door and shook in fear. It was the weavile and ninetales who took his first set. He swallowed his fear and guided her and a ninetales to his master. His master greeted them and said to his servant, "Pick any three females in my service and you can have them for the week." The lucario received the permission paperwork and he had over thirty to choose from. He was allowed to pick only female slaves to breed with. He picked his first in his head. His master knew this; all his female slaves were locked up during heat away from any males. Seven read the permission and his children were not the mothers' or his but their master's children and were free after one year of servitude for him. The luxray could not support or sell them as property. The ninetales named 'Kate' would not allow this; she was adamant about this. She possessed half valley from her old mate. She defended her territory from others and was vary aggressive about it. She viewed the children of servants and slaves did not deserve to be property all their lives. She was once a slave's daughter as a vulpix. She spent years serving her master until she killed him and picked a mate to run with. She ran with him until he won half the valley and she settled down in her large permeant den. Seven saw his choices and picked numbers 32, 15, 25. Number 32 was his favorite. He lusted for her and she had the same feeling for him. She was a quilava and his best friend. She was a female that gave live birth and that is why he was safe to have sex with her. She wanted children that were with a male that she picked. Usually she had males that paid for her body for a week. She was his first real friend who fell into sickness and captured. She was bought at a low price due to her sickness that she had just recovered. She was the food server and he kept their relationship quiet. He had mated with her before when she was not in heat. Number 15 was a miltank who job was nursing live born children. She laid eggs and clients paid extra for her. She had to provide milk for everyone. She was an older slave who served her master's father and raised him. The luxray gave her more freedom and choice. She rarely was forced into sex. She was considered old and near barren. The nanny of the slaves she hated being a slave but her current master was better than her last three owners. He treated her much better. In her masters' mind she was family. Number 25 was an egg-laying banette who was young and could make lots of eggs. She was near dead by a reaper absol who chained her to a lake and was pulling her under. Seven pulled her out of the water when she worked in the fields. She was his second best choice. She was the most experienced lover there. She hated males and Seven wanted her to save her. He wanted a little privacy and she could guard the door. She could toy with the others for all he cared. She ran from a storm that killed her mother. She was captured and dragged into a harem. She was hard to brake and males raped her several times a day for months and she did not brake or plea. She killed two and was deemed unsuitable for sexual services. She was purchased as joke and given to her current master. She was the ambassador to 'Kate' and had to live in a tower never touched by anyone. She worked in the fields in the summer and the furnace in the winter. Seven wanted to have all of them in the tower. First he had his favorite number 32 and she loved him, he had a whole week without his master needing him for anything. He got all three females better food and drinks. It was a light dinner and heavy drinking. Seven kissed his favorite and he was erect and she was in serous heat. He had her on the floor as the others watched. He was pent up and inexperienced. Free males mated all the time but owned males did not. Most were former males and a few still had their equipment attached. He kissed her passionately and was playing with her vaginal slit with his paw. She was hot and he started to enter her and use his seed properly. She was moaning and he was about to burst and held back. She really wanted his penis to calm her estrous. She held her release until she gave way and her body signaled him and he had a full knot and released in her. They were stuck together for an hour and when he pulled out he was fatigued. Number 25 wanted him and pressed her ice cold body against him. Inside she was warming up and touched his sanative shaft. He looked confused as she played with him. She waved her rear end in front of him and was teasing. He wanted to play with her last and she did not. Number 15 was the one he wanted second and he danced with her as the others watched as the miltank swayed her hips and he was ready for her. He entered her during the dance and was thrusting in her as she started to pant. She fell down and he was pumping in her. She gave in and he filled her with semen. She pulled out and he still had his knot was still stiff. He grabbed number 25 and began to play with her. She wanted sex badly and he entered quickly and he was a tough fit. His knot just fit and he was stuck. He was on the bed and she was on top. He was panting and filled her with his seed. It took an hour for him to deflate enough to come out. All four crashed on the bed and relaxed. It was like being free and that was rare for them. In the morning number 32 got some food for them and all three females did not have to work for this week and came into a morning romp that Seven was in the middle of. She put the food on a table and joined in. She squeezed his jewels and that got his attention when she was twisting his sack. He pushed her back and kissed her. This broke the entertainment and they ate. Afterward he had all three again. Soon he was empty of semen and needed some rest. The door opened and there was a special request 'Kate' wanted. She wanted his milk for her breakfast and the other females were specious. "I got my meal from him and I wanted to try some spunk filled male milk. No real harm will come of him." Kate told them. They heard the rumors about her and Seven told them what she did to him. Number 25 got a bowl out and was giving him a 'paw job' he woke up to this and released a clear stream of semen. Kate was surprised until number 32 told her what the previous night had. He was scared to see Kate and the two others held him down as Kate left the room and he locked the door. He drank some water and ate some fruit. He needed to eat healthy for him to make more sperm. That day was spent sleeping and that night was full of sex. It was the third day and number 32 had her heat dissipated and she read his permission. To her dismay it was not her child but, her masters. She felt that was unfair but she was property and had no choice. She was going to have Seven pups and he loved her. The other two mated that day but 32 decided to look outside of the tower and knew freedom was over the mountain. Number 15 told her, "Over the mountain is a cruel master and even our children would never be free. Her they have one year in servitude then they are free. Slavery is a fact of life here and having a kind master is the best you can get. Most masters use their slave is battle as expendables but field work is not your lifestyle. When our master passes on Seven will claim the throne and he will make you his queen, he told me that once and he does love you. Running now is a vary bad idea, many do and find harsher masters and the punishment is severe." Number 32 was her identification but Seven knew her real name, it was Lisa. He only called her real name during sex. She had to stay there and the week went fast as twelve eggs and one pregnant female were special. Very few were allowed to have children for financial reasons and population control. Too many pokémon in the valley would bring in further trouble. Slavery was a huge business outside the valley and many free pokémon were slaves who ran and the valley was safe if they defended it. On the other side of the valley there was a port and many wealthy guilds were there and they outlawed selling slaves in the port. The valley was prime territory and many battles were opposing armies of slaves and fighters. Everyone had to fight to protect the valley. Months past and the master of all of them was near death and freed Seven to be the new master. Seven freed number 32 and she was near labor. She was free when she gave birth to four males. Two cyndaquil and two riolu. She also had a daughter riolu. She was free and got to name them all. Number 15 got to retire and 25 was still owned but she was a servant now. Seven need some new solders to protect the valley and allow all the females to breed to create a new army to conquer the bridge and tunnel from another noble who killed his father. Seven was part of a revolt and his father was a leader. He taught his some how to fight a war. Sevens' father was impaled as a death sentence. Seven and his mother ran into the valley to stay alive.

Surprisingly, no one working with them on a daily basis really seemed to notice it, despite how unlikely that was. Perhaps they were all just glad to be rid of the major problem of warehouse-filling boob sizes and were glad to ignore something that was, by all objective measurements, downright minor in comparison; as long as there were no more explosions, the researchers were more than happy to move on and not think too hard about it, even when they unequivocally caught the two women openly discussing the subject… purely in hypotheticals, of course. Neither Linda nor Beth were ready to break through that polite fiction they had set up for themselves, that their talks about growing sizes and being bigger were anything other than just “dreams” or “maybes”, as opposed to something that was very much taking place in front of their eyes; part of them feared that if they drew attention to it and made it “real”, for lack of a better word, then not only would they make it worse somehow, but attract the attention of Rivtech and its ever-present corporate oversight. And going back to what they had just left behind was the last thing they wanted to do. So they talked about it, pretending as if it was just a hypothetical, even as their discussions grew increasingly more detailed and carried with them snippets from events that actually took place in their daily life, bits and pieces that wouldn’t make sense in a purely theoretical scenario but which they insisted on pretending was only there for the sake of setting up an example. They talked at length about what they would do if Linda ever managed to develop the ability to control her size, what would happen if her size ever fluctuated without her control, always speaking towards the future and never quite managing to discuss things in the present tense… not even when their close physical proximity inevitably resulted in Beth becoming intimately acquainted with a bust that was clearly bigger than it had been before they began talking, her eyes half-lidded as she maneuvered herself to get on top of that gorgeous panda she was happy to call her partner. Linda, for her part, would be lying if she said she didn’t want to talk about it in more realistic terms, but found that approaching the subject from this odd, almost self-denying angle was far more fun than it really should be. It was like a form of roleplay, where both her and Beth acted like they were in those comics they used to like perusing through, as if their lives had turned into the first few foreplay pages before the expansion and growth kicked in; it tickled a few of her buttons, she wasn’t about to deny that, and as the days went on and her control over her bust size grew more powerful, it felt like the perfect complement to this new, unexplained ability of hers, because it too was becoming hard to deny. If initially it was something that just happened whether or not Linda really wanted it to, as the days passed and the effects became more and more noticeable, the panda found herself capable of, if not outright telling her body when to start and stop, at least have it speed up or slow down, usually enough to lead into a size she felt like experimenting with. Some more time and this would eventually lead to a much finer control, until, with some effort, Linda was able to outright initiate a growth spurt and get it to brake just enough to stop on its own… until she could put an end to it without having to resort to a slowdown period. It all took some time, of course, but given that the two of them were stuck in observation and Rivtech wasn’t about to let them go any time soon, there really wasn’t much else that could be done apart from the standard exercise routine. Besides, with Beth there, it served as a motivator to try and get her life back on track on her terms, no one else’s; if she wanted bigger tits, she’d get them. This worried Rue, to some extent, who felt it was technically her job to put an end to this self-exploration, yet couldn’t really bring herself to talk it out with either the panda gal or the human half of the couple, for fear that she might just trip up and say or do something that would completely ruin the trust they had built with one another. Knowing just how difficult the trek had been for the two test subjects, the doctor had no intention of spoiling their fun, especially if it was controllable, nor did she want to sour their relationship by letting the two young women think that she herself had been some kind of corporate stooge all along; Rue’s intentions were nothing if not genuine, because even if Rivtech could take an extended walk into the ocean and not turn back around, Linda’s condition was still wildly unpredictable, potentially unstable, and definitely hazardous to both their health and the safety of others. What if they had another growth spurt like the one that started everything and led to her being put in charge of the project? Or worse, what if this new explosion of growth never stopped, or Linda decided to consciously keep it going for so long that it became self-sustaining? She couldn’t feasibly be brought back into company custody every time something half-bad happened, so control was paramount. And yet, despite being both fully aware of this and seriously concerned by the implications of Linda being able to control her bust size at will, Rue really couldn’t find it in her to try and stop them. She’d watch the couple through the security cameras on occasion, just to make sure everything was still above board, and just the sight of those two finally being happy and content was… a bit too much to bear. Perhaps she had become emotionally invested and should discharge herself from the project for the sake of integrity and ethical standards; in fact, that was very likely to be true, and each second she spent not distancing herself corrupted the results further. But these weren’t lab rats that Rivtech was playing with, they were people, they were two young lovers who just wanted to get back on with their lives and try to experience something resembling normalcy after months of a company-imposed hell resulting from a freak genetic storm. For Rue to want to prolong observation past the necessary point, or worse, keep Linda and Beth in custody for further examination, would be for her to betray the trust she had built with those two; worse yet, and after reading through the gene-scans provided by the labs, it would probably be completely useless as well. The results were nonsensical, and yet they were absolutely correct, with no machine defects or sample contamination found. Against all odds, and in defiance of any sort of basic scientific logic, Linda’s genetic code had somehow repaired itself, or something else entirely had swooped in, fixed it for her, then left the premises before it could be identified or leave behind any evidence to its existence. Rather than the serious damage that had been present all throughout the research project, most of the panda’s DNA strands presented only slightly above-average deterioration, and as the tests continued and the days turned into weeks, this sliver of difference grew slimmer still until, somehow, Linda stabilized. It was utterly inexplicable, and almost made Rue decide to force the couple to remain for longer so they could run more tests, but as the additional batteries continued to give her the exact same results, again and again, the doctor had to admit defeat; running more exams would just tell her what she already knew, and as infuriating as that was, it could only mean that the answer to her dilemma had to lie elsewhere, in the literal encyclopedias’ worth of data they had stored on who knew how many external hard drives by that point. Being told that they were to be released to the wider world was perhaps the happiest day in Beth and Linda’s life, far eclipsing anything they had already experienced together. Once Rue stepped into their living quarters and broke the news, looking oddly exhausted and listless, the young couple felt like jumping to their feet and screaming their heads off in sheer glee, deciding to hold it in for the sake of decorum instead… at least until such a point as they were alone, with the good doctor flinching and jumping in reflex the moment she closed the door behind her on her way out. For the two former test subjects, this was it, this was the end of it; no more exams, no more time wasted going through data points they already knew about, no more wondering about whether or not they’d ever go back to a regular life. Two more weeks and it would be over, at least until they had to report in a month afterwards for a physical check-up; in the meantime, they could get their life back on track, find new jobs, draw up new plans, and decide on what to do together. This was perhaps the most important part of it all. They’d gone into this turbulent mess as two separate creatures with an undeniable attraction for one another, but over the course of everything that had happened, they had grown too close to ever be separated; hell, given what they had to deal with, the two of them were convinced that anything the real world could throw at them would be peanuts compared to some of the worst days they spent dealing with Linda’s unique issue. Taxation, house ownership, running a work shift? Those were nothing compared to the simple fact that, at the end of the day, the two of them were there for one another, waiting to fall into one another’s arms and sleep away the night in their mutual warmth. No more walls separating them, no more cameras to reveal their more intimate moments to prying eyes; just themselves, alone, in their home, and absolutely nothing else. And with Linda’s control over her own size becoming far greater with each passing day, the two of them began to explore the option of simply… talking about it. Discussing it in the present tense, like it was something that was just normal, as opposed to a potential disaster in the making; no need to stress out over something that didn’t happen, after all, so why should they be worrying about what might go wrong when it didn’t go wrong? Clearly, if Linda’s body was going to undergo another growthsplosion, then it wouldn’t be shrinking back to sizes that were just as small as the ones it started off as, and if it was going to go out of control, then Linda herself wouldn’t fully capable of ordering it around, adding and removing cup sizes at will. Granted, it did leave her significantly more tired than before, not to mention in serious need of a snack afterwards, but what mattered was that it was controllable; and being controllable, it meant the two of them could figure out plenty of ways to keep it under control, even under the worst of circumstances, no Rivtech, medication or therapy required. It was a brand new life they were building for themselves, and one they were eager to get on with as soon as possible. As much as they appreciated Rue and everything she did for them, it was time to move on and do something different after such a long time stuck under Rivtech’s control. So, with each passing day that brought them closer to release, Linda and Beth went through the motions with just a little bit more enthusiasm, and yet a little bit less precision or care. They were going to leave. They were going to be free. And they were going to be together.

Title: Sirius: Book Three - Project EPSILON: Chapter 5: The Epsilon by WhiteArcticFox Tags: Alien, Character Development, Fox, Gay Relationships, Human, Husky, Mild Romance, Plot Development, Sci-Fi, Wolf Love me? Hate me? Sorry guys, I have no excuse. This chapter should be five times longer with how long I took to get it to you. I apologize profusely for the wait. Disclaimer: Read the other ones damn you Sorry again guys! :( \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Chapter 5: The Epsilon The spade-shaped single-bridge of the Alakandor was in good repair. No longer gleaming, its original metallic coldness had long been replaced with a warmer and more comfortable feeling. The forward screen was displaying the view in front of the ship, the star field blocked only by the blue-green marble that was the Earth. Slowly, Atlas made a motion towards one of the terminals. "This console will let you access the antenna array," he informed. "You can relay off of one of the satellites and hack the facility's system's from here." Beta looked at Atlas, and then up at Alpha with unease on his face. The pure white fox nodded his head, "Go on Beta. We cannot free our brother without their help. We might even find a way around their security; even rescue Epsilon." The thinner, more intellectual fox nodded, his ears flicking as his red-brown paws rubbed together slowly. Approaching the console, he watched characters scrawl down the screen, and shook his head. "At least it's not some cryptic 22nd century algorithm.." he mused to himself, before his fingers started dancing across the panel laid before him. \-- Mathieu stared down at the table quietly, his ears drooping as his love sat across from him. Alraune, his curly hair tied up, watched him with worried eyes; he knew something was wrong. "Mathieu... Are you okay?" the human queried, his left hand tiptoeing across the table and sliding around the Husky's. They shared a quiet look, and the husky's melancholy face changed dramatically. He had been almost angry before, but now he simply longed in silence for direction. "Aura... I'm almost scared of what we're gonna find. Those brothers... they... there's something about them..." he muttered, sighing softly as he let his eyes dash upward and watch the face of his human, his love. The man moved slowly to the other side of the table, dragging the chair up beside his love and pulling the husky into his arms. His face was comforting as he spoke confidently to his boyfriend, "I see it too, feel it even... something isn't right with them... But they're being helpful, so we shouldn't worry too much. Not yet at least." "What if they betray us? What if they've got abilities like Axis had? They... remind me a lot of him..." sighed the husky, his ears falling as he turned his eyes away again. "What if they used dad's DNA to MacGyver a group of clones?" came the final addition. "You're jumping to conclusions, Mathieu," was Alraune's dry riposte, his finger sliding 'neath the husky's muzzle to turn his eyes back up. "Until we know what's going on, we can't just blindly act," furthered the man with a frown. "Once we've got access to their computers we'll know what we have to do..." There was a lapse of silence; uncomfortable noiselessness between the two lovers as they shared a gaze with an almost electric defiance in it. A look between them that carried every word they needed to say, and every thought they wanted to share. Their eyes were carrying a conversation in silence without the aid of a mental medium; without the aid of a neural link or telepathy. Alraune pulled his husky closer, rubbing his cheek against Mathieu's. As the human's lips came close to the husky's aural canal, the primate spoke soft and gentle. "You know, I'm in love with you... Mathieu," he admitted quietly against the Sirian's furred ear. "Let me be here for you," he added with a lover's warm hold. Mati's ears flicked and his hands wrapped around behind Aura. The world seemed to fall away slowly, like layers of an onion. First the sound of the people cut out, and then the people themselves faded away. The walls slowly fell, and all that was left was Alraune, the man he loved with all of his heart. "You are... always have been," he said, letting the words brush the man's cheek. Alraune smirked and closed his eyes, just letting his arms stay like that. Slowly he stood and took hold of the Sirian's hips. The pilot picked Mati up, bridal style. He walked almost dazedly out of the mess hall, still lost from the people around him. He did notice Daemon in the corridors, who informed the pair; "We're going to try to hack the system again in a couple minutes. Atlas wants you two to head to the bridge." As the merc spoke he shifted his weight, standing crookedly with paw to hip almost as if he were scrutinizing the pair. \-- Golden furred Blaze bobbed his head in time to his music, played through a set of 'headphones' if you could call them that. Tiny buds of machinery thrummed out an ancient rock beat throwing back to the heady days of Earth's rich musical history. He sang along, silently, as he set about his work for the day. "Taz, doll," came a feminine voice from across the way, and the Lyrii popped open his eyes and looked up and over to her. Very much like a deer in headlights, the man raised an eyebrow and twitched his ear. "Taz, I just sent you over a stack of mail. Filter them for our *dear* governor," sirened the she-wolf before she turned back to her own work. "Right, M'iella!" his reply came, and he sat up to let his eyes dash through the words. Interplanetary commerce didn't have currency, but here on Sirius one still had to work to earn their way. It wasn't even money, as much as credit, redeemable points that could be used for necessities. It was essential in getting Sirius back together again after the war, so that people wouldn't be a needless drain on resources. It was all carefully regulated by the governor, an instated official who approved large expenditures of resources. "No... no..." sighed the Lyrii, reading over one proposal. "Too much a triviality; auto-reply," he tapped the screen and sent the message to the mailroom. Opening another he nodded. "He'll want to look at this one at least," he affirmed to himself, sending it through to the governor's mailbox. It was his job, right now. Boring, but it brought him in what he needed to survive. His 'husband' was off trying to find the Crag; his Son was in the Academy. He had to support himself and his daughter as best he could, and so he worked. \-- Back within the facility that housed Epsilon, a startled technician began to hastily and frantically type at his keys. "Sir!" called the man, "there is a malicious user in the system. Recommend aggressive hacking countermeasures." His commander, his seasoned face creased with years of military service, nodded an affirmation and spoke, "Negative. Determine the point of origin." The man at the keys nodded and began to tap at the controls. \== Beta grinned to himself, as he saw their attempts to stop him. "Third line breached. I think I can tap into their surveillance now but I need more time to access the database," voiced the savant Sirian. "Bringing up a live feed, main screen," he added. The forward screen did, in fact, show the interior of the facility. Many tens of cameras fed them visual information, from what looked like a break room full of technicians to seemingly unoccupied chambers with strange, cylindrical machines. Something caught Jasyn's eye, and he called out to the regular crewman assigned to ship operations. "Bring up camera 32" he spoke quickly, his eyes widening as he watched the screen. Just as Alraune and Mathieu stepped onto the bridge the requested panel enlarged until it took up half the screen. Jasyn's breath hitched, and Atlas' eye widened in awe; both eyebrows raised high. Mathieu twisted his body and fell to his knees from Alraune's arms, stumbling forward mere moments later to support himself on the captain's chair. The human stepped in slowly, eyes wide and jaw agape as he and every other pair of the rebels-cum-mercenaries' eyes. Mathieu was speechless as he looked to his love when the man had finally reached him. The man looked as if he'd seen a ghost, and by and by he could have said he had. Atlas looked at Daemon, his mate's reaction no less aghast at the sight on the main screen. He was almost disgusted at the array of machinery and wires; but most affected was Jasyn... for Jasyn looked at Axis, suspended in a cylinder with conduits and wires attached variously to his body. His markings had faded, and the face was covered in a breather mask; but that face, that perfect face that Jasyn saw when his eyes closed, unchanged from the first time he awoke with him, was Axis. The remaining brothers-Alpha, Gamma, and Delta-stepped down beside Jasyn, their eyes less wide but still awed, and looked at the peaceful figure. "Your Axis?" spoke Alpha, letting his eyes regard the wolf to his right. Jasyn shook, visibly rattled with barely constrained anger. The wolf's eyes clouded, he swallowed a breath, and his fists clenched tightly, as he allowed the growl to leave him. "Bastards... Human bastards!" he rasped, his voice gaining strength as he did. He didn't seem to even perceive the outside world anymore. A tear rimmed each eye, followed by another and another; Jasyn had not cried in waking for Axis in a very long time. His sleep brought forth tears, but when he was awake, he could not fathom shedding a tear any more; he easily shed them now, staring at what was taken from him. \== The technicians input several commands in tandem, blocking attempts from this interfering user, but their biggest threat was much smaller than they had seen. "The user seems to have been trying to delete sensitive files. We've managed to block him, and we've isolated his access to a city in the Americas, Sir." "Excellent work, continue to monitor the situation," smiled the commander, his pins gleaming as he turned from the computer room. Alarms were beginning to silence, and he welcomed the cessation of the noise. Their best efforts would have fallen short, through the maligns' misdirection. Even the subtle blips of brain activity had been unseen. \== The Sirian kit began to laugh quietly, and then more maniacally as he routed their fourth, and fifth walls. "I have access; their database is being torrented through seventeen different satellites; coming in through all antennas on the ship. We'll have all of their files in three," he said in triumph. "Great work, notify me the moment they're done," said Atlas, his eyes straying to the view screen and the lifeless body of his younger brother. "I'm notifying you, Cap'n. I meant three seconds," grinned the cocky little fox as he slid out of the chair. "Their systems won't be able to track us, hell the transmission wouldn't have even registered on conventional sensors. I don't think we'll have any trouble for awhile..." he added. "I want every file related to this Epsilon sent to the briefing room. I'm about ready to find out what the hell is going on," ordered Atlas, his ears twitching agitatedly. He turned simply and left the bridge for the briefing room. Slowly Daemon followed, along with the strange foxes from the Facility. Jasyn stared quietly for moments more, Mathieu nearby but so far away. The pair were held transfixed by their beloved dead. 'He looks so... peaceful...' thought Jasyn silently. 'He almost looks like he's asleep, like he'll wake up and kiss me any moment. Wake me from this awful dream..." were his added thoughts, before he forced his eyes from the screen and followed the others into the briefing room. Aura and Mati were speechless, the younger on the verge of tears while the older slowly wrapped an arm around him. Why the husky had imprinted such a strong bond with the fox was well beyond the human-for as he knew it the two had only seen each other for a few months before their separation. The fact that was important was that the fox was important to his love, and he would do everything inside his power to help Axis find his much-deserved rest. The human had to pull a bit, but eventually every Levi by birth, marriage and adoption that had taken asylum within the Alakandor had made way to the Briefing room to pore over the files that had been acquired. The brothers--Alpha through Delta--had joined them in hopes of finding a way of freeing their brother from the humans' grip. \-- The claustrophobic room was packed with people-seated and standing-looking over mountains of text and pictures. They had each taken up a console or handheld of some sort; logbooks, experiment notes; the working record of every activity within that facility from the mundane to the obscene. They had been searching for more than an hour, but the group had been opening dead-end doors. The logs all detailed highly illegal activities, weapons research by way of genetic manipulation. There was the occasional failed attempt at merging machine with mammal, but often the subjects were kidnapped. Jasyn's resolve was waning slowly; he had begun to doubt they were going to find anything relevant in these cobwebbed data files. "Got another bit of proof here, nothin' about him though." Jasyn rolled his shoulders as he told them this, tossing the handheld to the ground with a cry of frustration. "By the time we look through this all we're gonna be old men!" came his distressed voice in a bare whisper. The little device crashed to the ground, clattering and beeping its annoyance. It was built to survive, but that didn't stop it from being triggered by the impacts as it bounced, then skidded to a halt at the toe of Mati's boot. The husky looked down at it, growling slightly as he looked back up at Jasyn. "Do you mind? I'm not here for target practice," the husky warned, leaning down to pick up the small piece of technology. As his paw passed over the surface it brushed another three buttons; passing it to Jasyn produced another pair of noises, before the silence of before was restored. Mathieu stood back against the wall, looking partway out the viewport as he tapped away at the little device. Jasyn grumbled quietly, looking up at Mati with those ice-cold eyes. He sighed and pulled the screen back up. "Sorry," put forward the wolf, looking down at the handheld again with a distressed sound. The combination of button presses had opened another file, had sent Jasyn halfway through the logs, into a chunk of decade-old text. 'Subjects progressing rapidly...' read the wolf, skimming the base information. 'Accelerated growth... Gene splicing...' he mouthed silently, and his voice spoke up again as he read the next few lines: *"The raw genetic material we recently acquired is showing promise. We are transferring the source subject to the main facility for safety."* Another chunk of text from a few days later caught his attention, but Atlas looked up as the wolf began to speak. He spoke in his rasp, hope carried on his lips. "The subject appears to be recovering from his extensive damage. I recommend that we prepare a cold-storage cell to prevent our source from blowing us apart." Jasyn grumbled softly and as he spoke, more ears turned to him. "The physical trauma to his brain has severed connections required for control and memory; thankfully we can scan the patterns and recreate the connections." "Where are you getting this Jay?" asked Daemon, tapping through his directory. "Give me a time frame," he added, flicking his tail in agitation, almost excitement. "Genetic 176, time frame..." Jasyn blinked and stared at the date for two moments, not speaking as he tried to piece the numbers together. "August Twenty-Third, Twenty-Two Thirty-Six," he muttered, looking up at Mathieu. "Homecoming..." muttered the husky, glancing back up at Alraune. "That was the same week the fleet returned from the liberation, well some of the fleet," he added, glancing back over at the brothers. "It's not concrete yet, but it's a start. Once we've got everything we'll send it through to the Earth Government an-" Commanded Atlas, but he hadn't the time to finish. "Hell no Atlas, no way we're gonna do that. They'll do two things: Shit. Fuck. All. We've already figured out where this damn place is..." came a whisper and a growl. "We should take a few walkers down there, I **know** you have a couple custom jobs on this rust-bucket." "We could be in and out in less than an hour, babe," admitted Daemon, passing a glance up at his love. "Depending on how long it takes to thaw him out..." he added nervously, looking around quietly. Mathieu looked up and blinked a few times. "Come on Atlas, he's your brother. We can take a doctor down and we'll get him out of there..." suggested the husky hopefully. They all looked at Atlas, his stoic features showing their age fully. The Fox was silent for almost too long, before he turned to regard Jasyn. "Don't call my ship a rust-bucket, wolf. Figure out that facility's layout and give me a plan. I'll inform you of my decision at earliest convenience." Jasyn gawked a bit at the cold regard, and felt anger at Atlas' detached response. He hadn't a chance to respond before Alpha's voice spoke up. "That just won't be good enough, Atlas..." he said, breathing a sigh under his tongue. "That's our brother you're talking ab-" "No. If that's *my* brother you're talking about; I'm the one in charge here." Atlas voice was bitter as he stared down the other white fox. His ears turning back angrily as he stood, he added, "and if it's all right with you. I'll decide how, if, and when this ship expends resources in some gods-forsaken attempt at a rescue. Do we understand each other?" "Listen to you! Don't you care?" Delta slammed his hands on the table as he threw his accusation, knocking over a cup of water and dousing a surprised Alraune. "If you honestly believe that's your brother, why are you so hesitant?" he demanded. "If that's your brother then that's my *father*, Atlas!" growled Mathieu, reinforcing the fox's argument as he and Jasyn spoke in tandem. "My bonded mate!" repeated the wolf as a moment of silence spread across the room. "Atlas! If there's any chance that that poor fox *is* Axis--my Axis, my beloved--then I am going to do anything in my power to free him." "Don't you think I know that Jasyn? Mathieu? That cannot be Axis, we all know he's dead!" shouted the fox sourly, countering Delta's slam on the table. "And as for *you* lot, keep yourselves in line or I'll turn you in. As long as you are on my ship, you will obey my orders." "Then we'll be taking our leave if-" started Alpha, turning towards the door. "Fine," grinned Atlas, standing upright and crossing his arms. "Dame, escort these men to the shuttle bay. Take shuttle three," he instructed, and the wolfox stood and nodded towards the door. "If you'll excuse me," Jasyn said, standing and slipping out before the brothers even had chance at leaving. He was obviously angry, and despite Atlas' few attempts to halt him the wolf had his own agenda. \-- Jasyn crossed the bridge without a word and pulled a personal communicator from his right jacket pocket. Fitting the device into his ears and around his neck, he stopped in one of the three lifts. Using the keypad, the lift moved down a deck as he began to speak for the device. "Hello, Flight regulation?" he asked, having set the connection as he was putting it on. *"This is the Earth Branch of the Trian Flight Regulation, how may we help you today?"* asked a woman on the other end. Jasyn made way to his room as he spoke. "I'd like to know the most recent flight plan of the Freebird Phoenix; Corona Custom," he asked formally. *"I'm sorry sir, Private flight plans are confide-"* she began. "Confidential from the general public," Jasyn finished. "Check the safe list for a Jasyn Emitt, Sirian, lot number four-eight-delta, one-nine-seven-three-sierra," he added with impatience, rounding the corner to his room but drawing a couple odd looks. *"It'll take a moment Mr. Emitt,"* she said cordially. There were a few beeps from the other end, and Jasyn took the break in conversation to begin packing his things. *"Code accepted. The Phoenix is en-route to Sol. Arrival is slated for between twelve and fourteen hundred hours Torontonian. Would you like me to book you a seat on a shuttle?"* "No, thank you," the wolf sighed, looking around the room. He had left a few things here over the years; Atlas had always kept an eye on it all. As he looked around the room he recognized nothing he could not live without, the room was as if he hadn't been there except for the bedding. The wolf shook his head as he turned around, turning out the lights as he crossed the threshold into the corridor again. "Comm., get me Mathieu," he spoke again, beginning his trek towards the hangar. \-- As he neared the hangar, Jasyn caught sight of Daemon and the brothers. He stepped quickly over to them and pulled Alpha aside as the rest of them were shooed away. Gamma was already in the shuttle bay, sitting on one of the wings lost in thought as the others entered. "Get down from there," Daemon said, looking up at the fox. "Please," he timidly tacked on. The red-tail slid down off the wing and landed lightly on the deck just as Alpha rejoined the group. "What was that about?" asked Beta, twitching ears as he tilted his head in the slightest confusion. "We've got plans later. Can we leave now? If I spend another minute on this ship I'm going to kill someone," admitted Alpha with a bit of a democratic sigh. \-- The Shuttle and the MPN left for the surface and through Jasyn and the brother's suggestion they managed to convince Daemon to set them down in one of the lesser-populated regions. He was quick to leave once his charges had been delivered, and that left Jasyn and the brothers alone on the surface. They were in a wide field that had been reclaimed as 'natural' land, tall grasses bordered a rather apparent and what looked to be many years old tree line. There was some memorial plaque somewhere nearby about the people who had 'fixed' the land, but that wasn't really important for the Sirian group, as they began to walk from Jasyn's MPN to the trees. They walked a short distance, still within clear view of the big, crouching walker but under the trees to shade them. Jasyn checked a chronometer--almost exactly like a watch--that was stowed in a pocket on his flight vest. "Perfect..." said the wolf in a silent grin as the five took seat against a rock wall. The midday sun was high as they sat beneath a canopy of golding leaves. There was a magic quality to those golden rays, and Jasyn was happy to let it wash over him. "Thank you for trying, Jasyn," Alpha was happy to say, though it was all over him that he would have rather had support. "We'll get Epsilon out some how..." "I'm not done yet. If your Epsilon is my Axis then we've got a target in common, and that also means we've got some friends in common too..." the greyfur smirked slyly. His eyes closed slowly as he inhaled the warm air, just waiting for the brothers' reply. "And I take it that's why we're sitting here," Delta's voice calm and in even meter. "... when I'd rather be blowing apart that place." As he finished that he flexed a paw and a small wisp of violet glowing energy fizzled above it, the fur around the paw shifting in a sudden, unnatural wind. Jasyn glanced up and in a tone of slight annoyance at such a showy gesture said, "You know, you just caused a hurricane in Africa, a Tsunami along the coast of Novafornia and made a pet cat shed four strands of hair." "What the hell are you talking about?" spoke the fox as he crushed the glowing, searing wisp. Turning his body towards Jasyn, the wolf saw just how muscular Delta was compared to his brothers. He could still easily outfight the Sirian Fox in a pure show of muscle, but he wasn't going to take that chance right now. "Never heard of the Butterfly Effect, then?" the wolf shrugged, looking back down towards the rest of the scenery that lay beyond the field. Several tall hills to the east and a lake a ways off. "Calm down, Sparky. We're only going to be sitting here another hour at most. It's not like the Phoenix to be late on a delivery, her Captain is big on keeping promises," a raspy Jayse affirmed, showing off his canines. "But will she help us?" questioned the sceptical Gamma, his body twisted a bit as he started to stretch his lean muscles. "How do you know that I'm talking about a woman?" Jasyn's smirk broke and he looked over at the stretching fox, those strange eyes looking back. It brought a pang of distress to the wolf's spirit just to see white fur stretching like that, but it was not the time for that. As Gamma shrugged his shoulders in a roll and an answer, he looked up and made a neutral sound. "I got a feeling, that's all," brushed off the fox simply, truthfully not caring. And the wolf just let it be at that, after giving a small nod. "Well... I was." \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Yes, you've all met this character before, this new captain person. You're gonna laugh at me. Anyway; love it? Hate it? Tell me about it! If you're reading this five weeks from June 6 08 and there isn't another chapter up yet, COMMENT and I MIGHT get back to work... I'm lazy like that :D Anyway; I'm just finishing up a big publishing thing and I'm coming in to a stretch of a little free time. I'm HOPING Sirius will take a primary thought to me. Anyways, Lots of loves! With All Fondness \~WhiteArcticFox

Title: Now the Huntress by Squirrel Tags: Bat, Character Development, Dark, M/F, Mouse, Oral, Sci-Fi, Violence AUTHOR'S NOTE -- Don't normally do author's notes, but ... I have to ... for this one. To explain: this episode takes place entirely in the mirror universe (and, therefore, is quite dark). This is not the regular Luminous universe ... not the regular Luminous crew and ... all. It's a look at the mirror side. As we learned through the character of Pyro (who comes from the mirror side), mirror Adelaide was ... well, evil, and killed Field ... when he got her pregnant. Which is a polar opposite to what happened in OUR Luminous universe. I wanted to delve a bit into the mirror side ... show a slice of it. There's enough material here to make several episodes set in the mirror universe, detailing mirror Luminous' turmoil and ultimate destruction, but I ... I'll have to see ... what kind of reception this particular plot-line gets ... Anyway, I wanted to explore these characters ... that I love ... and invert them. How would they have turned out under different circumstances? Different social, environmental pressures? What if Field's faith, after all his struggles, didn't grow stronger ... what if it got weaker ... and what if Adelaide had decided to free-wield her mental powers ... instead of keeping them properly in check ... et cetera ... anyway, this is a lot darker than I normally write, yeah. Bit different. But the mirror universe IS dark, and ... I wanted to see if I could successfully peek into it ... but don't worry! The regular Luminous universe ... will be back in the next episode! With romance and ... continued plot-threads and all! Oh, and time-frame: this episode takes place a few weeks before "Little Emotional Feelers" ... "Why didn't you tell him you were in heat?" A breath. A hot, short breath. "I didn't ... " She closed her eyes. Teeth gritting. Tilting her head ... slightly to the right. "I didn't fucking," she hissed (a whispering hiss), "know." And her eyes opened. And she looked to him. "Fix it." "Fix it?" Kodiak's eyes widened a bit. "What do you mean? It's done, Adelaide. It's done. You ... you done," he said, in a mock drawl, "got yourself knocked up." The pink-furred bat closed her eyes. Swallowed. Shook her head. No, no ... no ... not happening. "Fucking mouse!" she growled, launching from her sit on the bio-bed ... and stalking to the wall. Pausing. Breasts heaving. She whirled around, stalking back to the bio-bed. But not sitting. She leaned forward, as if nauseous. "Take a few breaths," the rabbit whispered. "Shut up." "No," was his steadfast response. "No ... it's not to my benefit," he told her ... " ... to have you go to pieces." She looked up at him. At his body. His fur. His long, slender rabbit's feet. His puffy tail. His waggling ears. "I have better toys," was her baited response. "But none with longer-lasting batteries," was the doctor's even-keel response. "I don't think this is a toy," he whispered, dangerously close to her ear, "that you want to lose ... " Adelaide swallowed. "Now," Kodiak whispered, standing up straight (and backing off a step or two ... for safety precautions). "Now, pull yourself together." "I'm pregnant," the bat whispered. "Fix it ... fix it ... " "I don't have the proper equipment," he said quietly, "to safely ... end it. Not unless we go to a star-base. There's a medical facility on Deep Space ... " "No." A shake of the head. And she returned to a sit on the bio-bed. "No." A pause. A breath. "The wolves run that station. They may be prey, but ... they hold grudges. Long," she whispered, "grudges." "It wasn't my idea to steal their food and energy reserves ... " "No, it was mine ... and it got us this far, didn't it? I," she stressed, "have gotten us this far. That bloody squirrel ... " She trailed. Shaking her head. "He was weak. Everyone is weak." "Except you?" asked Kodiak. Humoring her. "Yes," was her whisper. "And, now," he told her, "you're with child. And that makes you ... " " ... weaker than anyone on this ship." Her eyes held a pulsing fear. A dawning realization. This was a burden. A very, very unwelcome burden. A liability. Being pregnant? On this ship? Oh, a liability ... it would hinder her, and open her flank for attack. Dammit. "What are you going to do?" Kodiak asked. "You're not telling anyone about this," Adelaide whispered, turning to look at him. Showing her teeth. "Not a SOUL. Got it?" "Cross my heart," was the rabbit's response. And he smiled. Adelaide didn't. She glared. Coldly. And the rabbit's smile faded. His heart skipped a beat. "What ... what are ... " "I can cause," she promised silkily, leaning toward him, paws on his arms. She squeezed on his arms with her paws. Digging her claws into his fur. "I can give great pleasure," he whispered ... right into his ear. "But I can inflict great pain." "Ow ... ow," the rabbit whimpered pitifully. "Please ... Adelaide ... " Her mind wormed through his. Digging through all his memories. The worst ones. The scariest ones. The terrors. Digging them up and forcing him to relive them ... and using her powers to weave through his mind, pressing the points of pain. Giving him actual (physical) pain. "My ... my ... " "Your wrist feels like it's broken ... huh? Poor fur ... " "Make it stop ... Adelaide!" The rabbit squealed. And, with a satisfied nod, she made it stop. And ... flitted once more through his mind. "Ah ... ah!" The rabbit suddenly arched, eyes shutting. "Feels good?" she cooed. Stroking his chest. "Oh ... w-wow ... " And the bat tilted her head. And cut the sensation. Kodiak panted, reeling ... from the pain ... and the pleasure. "You may have batteries that I need ... but I'm in control here," she assured. "And don't you forget it." "I won't," the rabbit said weakly. With a beaten-down submission. "Louder." "I won't," he assured, voice shaking. "Good," she said quietly. Nodding. And standing again, pacing. "Good ... " She took a deep breath. "Now ... how are we going to fix this?" "Um ... " The doctor was afraid. Afraid of what to say. Afraid of failing her. His eyes darted. "Don't you have pills? Can't you just ... dissolve it?" The rabbit almost winced at her sheer disregard for life. At the living soul inside her ... days old, but ... alive, and ... a child, and ... the bat's utter coldness. It was an inconvenience. She wanted it gone. And was taking no personal responsibility for the baby's inception. No, it wasn't her fault. Couldn't be. It must be Field's. Fucking mouse, she'd said. She blamed Field ... even though she, as she'd just intimated ... was always the one in control. So, how had this ... escaped her mental net? Could it be that the seducer ... had been seduced? Had Field caused her to let her guard down for just a minute ... had ... what ... "I suggest you stay away from that path," Adelaide whispered, "of thought." She was reading his mind. Against his will. In his head. "And focus on my problem. Which is also YOUR problem," she assured. "And the problem of every fur on this ship." "Well, I don't know ... what you want me to do. You're going to have to carry it ... " "It's too big a risk!" "Adelaide, I don't know what to tell you!" "Field ... this is Field's fault. Damn mouse!" She spread her wings, and ... lowered them. Huffing. "I'm going to kill him." "What?" The doctor's eyes went wide. "I'm going," she said, looking up, her pink eyes ... eerily red. " ... to kill him." "What? Why? Adelaide ... " She slashed her paw through the empty air. The rabbit whimpered, gaping for air. "Do NOT ... question me." Another swipe of her paw. Restoring the rabbit's ability to breathe. The rabbit's heart pounded, pounded ... with fear. "He did this to me." "He's your mate," Kodiak rasped. A scornful laugh. "He's the captain's mouse. He simpers to whoever's in power." "But ... you mated him ... officially. You ... " "I needed a fur to drape across my arm at functionaries. I needed an informant ... someone the rest of the crew trusted. Someone who ... could be my ears. I need him, but ... this betrayal," she said, shaking her head in disgust. "No, he'll have to pay." "Well ... I'm not ... this isn't on my paws. I won't kill for you!" Adelaide slowly looked to him. "Oh, you would," she whispered. "Believe me ... you would. But not now. No, Field is ... mine," she whispered. Licking her lips. "The mouse is mine. I will deal with him. But I need to cover it." "Cover it?" "The mice are close to the squirrels. Neither group appreciated me ... taking control of the ship. The only reason the mice don't rebel is because Field is my first officer." "That's part of why ... you mated with him? To keep the mice at bay?" "It's served its purpose." "But, if you kill him ... Adelaide ... " "Justice must be served," she said. With cold conviction. "Violence. It's the first option. It's the predatory way." Her eyes burned like a dying sun. Her body ... her pink fur, and her curves, and her winged arms ... her angular, swept-back ears, and her short, rudder-like tail. And her fangs. And her blunt muzzle. She was like a fallen angel. One of the Devil's consorts. Like ... " ... a demon?" she asked aloud. And laughed. Harshly. Right at the rabbit's face. "You always give the best compliments." A toothy grin. Kodiak swallowed. "I need a poison," Adelaide continued, pacing again. "A poison that will ... mimic the symptoms of a natural disease. I need to make it look like he died of natural causes. And ... if the guise fails, I need to make it look like ... some other fur did it. It can't be traced back to me." "I'll see what I have." The rabbit, shaky on his foot-paws, went to his cabinets. He kept a large array of poisons. And used them more often ... than was admissible. "Mm ... I mean, I think I have something. You gonna put it in his food?" The rabbit couldn't believe he was talking about this. Killing Field. Field was ... a lost soul. A lonely mouse ... wracked with anxiety issues. Wracked with mental compulsions. But he ... was empathic. Was very skilled at listening. At absorbing and giving emotions. And his eagerness ... in bed ... was matched by no one. The gentle innocence he gave, and ... the earnestness ... he was quietly seductive. He was slender, was on the effeminate side ... but, oh, so eager to please! Many a fur on the ship would admit to ... having had their best orgasm by him ... After all, Field was a captain's mouse. It was his JOB ... to please. His job ... to simper to authority. He was weak. The mouse wasn't able to defend himself. And in a cutthroat universe, the only way to survive was to latch to those in power. To those who COULD defend him. The mouse had been Wren's mouse ... and when Field had intuitively seen the shifting winds, he'd ... jumped over to Adelaide's side. Had betrayed Wren. Watched as Wren was thrown into the brig (where he'd been for months ... emaciated, little food or water ... the lights on at all hours) ... Field had betrayed Wren to join Adelaide. Out of fear. Out of knowing ... that she was more powerful. Always, he went for power ... he gave his body, his soul ... in exchange for safety. Oh, such safety ... at such a price. The mouse was to be pitied. Maybe, in another universe, he would've turned out differently. Maybe, if he'd been nurtured, truly loved ... he wouldn't have resorted to this life. But he had. And ... he'd made the mistake of, once joining Adelaide's side, once becoming her mate (for display purposes ... for it was common knowledge that Adelaide spread her legs for half the ship ... she used sex as a tool, as a weapon ... milking pleasure from other furs ... and gaining their loyalty in return ... always getting what she wanted, and giving everyone else JUST enough pleasure ... to leave them begging for more ... her fangs, her teeth, her mating milk ... it was like a drug; everyone wanted it ... and she rationed it out ... to ensure they wouldn't kill her) ... But once Field had become her mate, he'd fallen for her. In love. For the first time in his life, he ... loved ... he loved her. And why? Who could love such a creature? Who could love a demon? But Field was so taken with her ... he only yiffed with her. He knew she yiffed around, but he only yiffed with her. Anyway, even if he'd WANTED to yiff with other furs on the ship, he couldn't. A captain's mouse wasn't allowed. Adelaide wouldn't allow it. The mouse stayed in their quarters. When he wasn't there, he was latching onto Adelaide's side ... following her around. Speaking in broken little whispers. Tail dragging behind him ... like a dead snake. And, now, Adelaide was going to kill him. And why? Because her heat had come early, without warning ... and SHE hadn't slowed down enough to realize it. Because SHE had seduced a lonely, willing Field into a sweaty midnight fuck. Because SHE had gotten pregnant because of it. Because SHE didn't want to deal with the consequences of having created a new life. Oh, this was ALL Field's field. Oh, fucking mouse! And Kodiak couldn't stop her. No one could. But the rabbit knew ... that the mouse's death would unleash a horrible chain reaction that could very well end up killing them all. This ship was on its way to Hell. They were all ... on their way to Hell. And Adelaide's actions would only shorten the trip. The doors swished open. Field looked up. Having been languishing on the couch. Sitting, he sniffed the air. Nose going ... sniff-twitch. And ears swiveling. The mouse wore a short, frayed pair of shorts ... nothing more. "I'm back," Adelaide whispered, silkily ... slinking into the shadows of their quarters (which were ALWAYS dim ... the lights always dimmed). The door shut behind her, barricading them in. Just the two of them. "You were gone a long time." "I was busy." She never told him what she did ... or WHO she did ... the mouse had latent telepathic powers. The only other fur on this ship who had telepathy, but his abilities were weaker. Were triggered into activity the first time they'd yiffed ... The mouse felt at her with his feelers ... ... and she violently shoved them back. Field blinked, physically twitching from the action. Squeaking in pain. "You never learn," she whispered. "Do you?" She padded toward him. Her foot-paws bare. She often padded around the ship in bare foot-paws. It was her damn ship. Why not? "You never learn ... but ... better for me, I guess," she said quietly. "I do enjoy," she purred, "teaching you, Field, how to behave ... " The mouse swallowed. Something was wrong ... something was ALWAYS wrong, true, but ... she radiated more danger than usual. The mouse's nose sniffed. Sniffed. Mice were the most prey-like of prey. He could SMELL ... emotions. Vaguely. He could tell ... he had a healthy survival instinct. "I've got a secret to tell you," she whispered, standing over him. "W-what?" he stammered, unable to look at her eyes. She put a paw on his chin. Steered his gaze toward hers. "Not yet ... not yet, Field." A sigh. And she unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down. They slid down her thighs. Fell to her ankles. She wore black panties. Which didn't hide all that much ... and she eyed Field. Still standing. The mouse nodded. He knew what to do ... The panties were slid down ... to her ankles. And she stepped out of the clothing, and slumping her shoulders and arms back, allowing her unbuttoned shirt to slide off ... to the floor. She wore no bra. The mouse's pupils were fully dilated. "That looks ... so cute," she admitted (of his eyes). "Wonder why that happens ... " "Just a ... natural response." He took his shorts off ... bare, now, with her. Fur a simple honey-tan. Born, pink and naked, in a field ... in a litter of four. A humble, rural mouse ... somehow swept into a space-faring life. Through a series of bad decisions ... and to escape the warfare back home. The bat born in the clouds. In one the bats' cloud cities ... "Natural," Adelaide echoed, "response. Yes ... natural ... there are natural responses," she said, "to all things. We're furs. We're animals. We respond to things ... as nature dictates. Why try to associate any moral or religious standards? Mm? Why put anything in the way of such feral purity. We're predators, Field." She spoke ... with such whispers. Such slickness. And she pushed the mouse to his back ... on the couch. Field swallowed. "I know you like to eat my pussy," she whispered, "with me ... on my back. But I don't wanna be on my back today. YOU ... will be on your back. I'll straddle your muzzle. And I'm not getting off," she promised, "until I feel what I want to feel. So, make it good, huh?" "I ... okay ... " Further words cut off ... as she, legs spread, knees on the cushions, straddled his muzzle. Pussy right at his nose. At his lips. The mouse had a bit of trouble breathing ... her entire weight was pressing down on him. A muffled squeak ... Adelaide closed her eyes. Felt the gentle, probing tongue ... worm between her folds, to the pinkest of pinks. The most delicate parts of her. Field had a mediocre tongue. He couldn't get it all that far out of his muzzle. It was limited in its versatility. But he made up for that ... with his patience. With his gentle care. His tongue poked, wormed ... as best as it could. He tried to hard to please her ... ... and it worked. He pleased her, but ... she never let him know it. Never told him ... that he was doing a good job. Never said she loved him. She just ... made him do it. Let him do it. Over and over. Day after day. The mouse was a total sub. Was one of those touchy, emotional ... needy types. He didn't just want physical intimacy ... he NEEDED it. So desperate ... for it. That he'd become a captain's mouse ... to ensure he could have it. Having been burned at love so many times, and ... oh, how had he come to this? How had it come to this? A total sub, the mouse. And though he'd been involved with Wren (the squirrel ... another male ... back when Wren was captain), the mouse's greatest weakness ... was pussy. He loved giving femmes oral. Loved being submissive to femmes ... loved, during intercourse, to be on his back. To be ridden. To be ... submissive to a femme. Oh, he would gladly top Adelaide ... loved that ... but, at his heart, he was most comfortable as a sub. And Adelaide was a VERY dominant personality. She used ... oh, she used furs. And Field's demeanor practically screamed out, "Use me!" The mouse had no sense of self-worth. No sense of confidence. Field was the perfect toy. Field ... was a perfect mess. "Uh ... God ... " Adelaide, starting to gyrate her hips on his muzzle, moaned out. Field's ears, already flushed with blood, with arousal ... burned hotter ... with anger. The mouse still clung to the shreds of his faith. The shreds of the faith he was daily betraying. To helplessly hear his mate purposely, pleasurably moaning the Lord's name in vain ... was like a little dagger in his heart ... ... and Adelaide knew it. And gave a toothy grin ... and did it again. "Oh ... ooh ... oh, God, Field ... oh, God, yes ... " The mouse hated himself ... pussy juices covered his nose and lips. He licked at her like a dehydrated dog ... he couldn't stop. His lust and need was too high. He couldn't make himself stop. It felt TOO good ... ... and she wouldn't let him stop. The fur on her groin was shorter than on the rest of her. And a more delicate shade of pink. And the fur, right around her vulva ... was softer than velvet. Her fur was soft all over, but ... that spot ... "Huh ... uh ... " The bat continued her gyrations. Continued riding the mouse's muzzle. Field was pressed for breath. Every inhale ... was a DEEP whiff of her. Her scent. Her juices. Her ... oh ... her ... and the heat of it. And the musk of it, and ... he was sweating. She was sweating, too, and ... "Oh ... oh ... " The mouse's eyes were closed. Forced ... to a shut. He couldn't keep them open. He greedily coated every millimeter of her labia with his saliva. He nibbled on her clit with his wet, loosened lips ... Adelaide arched, spreading her winged arms ... throwing her head back. Fluid dripped from her vagina ... and the mouse moved to it, trying to stick his tongue in the opening. Trying to worm his tongue inside. But his tongue wasn't long enough. Wasn't versatile enough to push into the muscular tunnel ... And Adelaide laughed. Through her pleasure, she laughed at his failed attempt ... at his weak tongue. Field's eyes, though closed, welled with tears ... and yet ... he didn't stop. He didn't stop pleasuring her. It was giving him too much pleasure, and ... he had so little of it in his life, and ... ... she came. "Uh ... mm, mmm ... huh!" Spasms of pleasure ... rippling ... oh ... pleasure ... Field squeaked, heart hammering, feeling liable to suffocate ... as her vagina squirted his nose and lips. And he lustily drank of her. His mousey penis so stiff, starting to twitch ... drunk on her scent, and ... " ... oh ... mm ... oh ... oh ... " Adelaide, huffing, swallowing, left her straddle ... went between the mouse's legs. On her knees, panting, and ... fingering herself (wetting a finger), and ... fishing her slick finger for the mouse's tail-base. Bypassing it. Poking at his puckered tail-hole. Slipping her finger in. Field squeaked in surprise ... she hadn't done that before ... The finger was immediately ... pumping in and out ... The mouse raised and spread his legs ... not even knowing he was doing it. It was instinct ... natural instinct ... his tail wormed about in such a trusting, lazy fashion. Feeling so good ... Just as it was natural instinct for him to squeal in pleasure ... as she gave him head. With a finger pressed to his prostate from the inside ... Just as it was instinct for him to spread his legs wider ... as her muzzle retracted ... moving to nibble on his tight, furry sac, the orbs inside swollen with seed. Adelaide withdrew her finger from his rump, and used the paw ... to knead those balls. Rolling them about. Huffing, eying them ... instinct ... instinct ... the only punishment she could bestow upon him ... in retaliation for what he'd done ... was to make sure he couldn't do it again. Instinct ... to bite! Field, seconds from orgasm, was denied ... the pleasure died. He yelped in pain. In fear. The pleasured haze, the ... everything ... everything bursting. Popping. Brought to a sickening fore. And he heard her voice in his head. Heard her voice ... saying ... remember how I told you I couldn't suck blood? Well ... I lied ... but it's not your blood, Field ... that I'm going to suck dry ... The mouse writhed ... trying to get away, but she was holding him down. Her fangs embedded in his furry sac. In those swollen orbs. Needle-like fangs, which (moments ago) the mouse had dreamed would ... soon be releasing mating milk into his blood ... those fangs ... she was sucking his seed from the source. All his sperm. A messy task ... ... but one she seemed to relish. Field weakly twitched, like a mouse bitten by a snake ... was she really a bat? She was more a snake ... she had no soul ... Adelaide sucked his seed ... every bit of it. Leaving his sac a deflated, bloody ... painful mess. Leaving his penis limp, and his legs weakly spread ... no feeling, now, in his lower body. While sucking him dry, she'd ... released some kind of poison into him, too. What ... what kind of creature was she? And the bat withdrew, sighing ... " ... mm ... " A sigh. "Really tastes good ... " And a cold stare. "You got me pregnant, you ... fucking ... idiot." She quivered in rage, on all fours over him. The bite below ... had been lethal. The pain he was in, and the blood he was spilling ... and her claws digging into his arms, and her mind inflicting such pain on him ... that he was near passing out. Yet couldn't pass out. She wouldn't let him. "How could you do that?" "I ... I ... you ... " The realization ... she was with child. His ... and ... his heart broke. He sobbed. "Oh, just shut up!" Her eyes watered. "Look what you made me do! Look what you did to me!" Field cried, twitching, eyes seeing ... red. Was it blood? Was there blood in his eyes? He squeaked in terror, convulsing ... pussy, his greatest weakness, had been her bait. He'd walked into her clutches ... lured by candy. He'd been dead the moment she'd walked through that door. The moment he'd started covering his weaknesses ... by hiding in the shadows of the furs in power. The moment he'd started striking dangerous bargains: yiff for protection. Oh, so many mistakes ... but none bigger than falling in love with her. It had blinded him to ... this inevitable end. "Dammit. Damn you!" Adelaide cursed. She, in her rage, had killed Field ... without poison. The doctor's poison was in her clothing. She hadn't ... used it ... she'd simply done the deed with her own weapons. With her mind. With her teeth. Instinct. The mice on the ship ... would soon find out. Adelaide quivered, and ... as Field lay dying, lay weakening ... she got off him, and ... slowly walked the length of her quarters. Naked. Slipping into the shower. Into the warm streams of water. She was Adelaide. She had single-pawed ... wrested control of this ship from the squirrels. Luminous was heading into unknown space, low on supplies, and ... it needed a captain. SHE ... was that captain. A pregnant one. A murderous one. Mice were no match for her. Field was a mouse ... and she'd ... well, she'd ... The bat quivered, closing her eyes, sinking to her haunches. The water running over her. Once, long ago, the hunted ... she was now the huntress. There was no turning back. No remorse. No remorse, she chanted to herself. And she stood again. Resolute. Water dripping from her ears and muzzle and fangs. She would own this day.

Title: How Little You Really Need Tags: oral, shaved, petite, cock sucking, flat chested **How little you really need** LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Copyright (c) 2015 by Acup **A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you're looking for a stroker look somewhere else.** *And now for my disclaimers which I have mostly plagiarized but didn't realize I hadn't copied the authors' name. My apologies and thanks for these profound words to who ever you are. Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes, it's in the wrong category. Yes, it's too long. Yes, it's too short. Yes, this is stupid shit. And, yes, I suck. And you have yourself a warm and fuzzy day. If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data. ENJOY!* I was idling down the street in Willtown Estates, admiring all the lovely homes. Three and four car garages, immaculate lawns and shrubs. Man what a life! Pull into my clean spacious garage and pick a little speck of something off my Porsche in the next slot, glancing at her Mercedes to see if she put any more door dings in it at the club. Walking into the house to find my scotch and soda waiting for me along with my three newspapers to peruse while Gloria made dinner before Jackie gets home. Watching Jackie come in from the garage, her perfectly toned legs, hips swinging and tits bouncing. They better bounce for what I paid to turn those saggy B's to a nice healthy D! I get a quick air smooch before she trots up to the bedroom to change into her workout clothes. Not that she actually worked out at home, but they did look good on her. Skin tight and leaving nothing to the imagination. Snug against her shaved and waxed pussy. Clinging to her D cup tits showing off the outline of her areola and firm nipples standing out just waiting to be played with. Well that was on days the kids had after school activities. But even when they were scheduled home all she did was throw a sweatshirt over it. Coming and sitting beside me so I could let my hands roam her tightly covered body. Feeling her nipples harden under my fingers, the heat and moisture emanating from her pussy before we ran upstairs for a quick romp before supper. Taking her up to the bedroom and bending her over that old table. It didn't match ANYTHING we had for décor, but it had two very special features. Well three actually. First it was the right height to bend her over and put her pussy at just the right height to pound her. Second it was a traditional four legged affair so the little loops of rope on the far legs to tie her wrists with were out of sight. Mmmmmm, but the third was the whole reason Jackie bought it. It split in the middle to add leaves. Not that we had any to add to it, no what she added to it was so much better for her. You see in addition to being tied down to it, Jackie liked to be handled and abused a little, especially when I was pounding her pussy. Jackie was a slut of the first class. When we got to the bedroom she would pull that table open a bit, just enough to lay across and squeeze her hanging tits into the opening, reach across to the far edge, then turn her head, "Do it." That's when she turned from a prissy society woman to a real slut. I would drop my slacks and boxers and step to the other side of the table to tie her wrists, hearing her sigh and watch her ass wiggle as I did. My next preparation for her was to take a pair of her cum soaked panties from the day before and stuff them in her mouth to keep her screams quiet, and Jackie was quite the screamer if her mouth wasn't full. By this point she was wet enough she was soaking through her panties and probably through her workout clothes in anticipation. I would step behind her, yank them down to her thighs hard, and sink in her pussy in one stroke and just stand there feeling her tremble around me. She would make a little noise when I gripped the far side table edge in anticipation. Then when I thought she was on the edge I would pull out and ram in hard and deep. Driving hard enough to slap her ass... and mash her tits between the open halves of the table. Over and over and over feeling her cum under me from the very first stroke, driving in hard enough that some times I thought it was a wonder I didn't pop the silicone in her tits open, but that's what she wanted, hard and deep. If she had been bad and did too much shopping I would pull out suddenly and tie her ankles then finish in her ass, just fucking my little slut until she passed out. When I had enough I would slide a huge dildo in her pussy and pull her panties and tights up before untying her. Jackie would go through the rest of the evening with that dildo in her pussy, always sticking out enough that she had to sit partially on one hip to keep it from pressing up hard against her cervix. Mmmmmm, sitting down to a lovely meal with her on one hip unless I nodded to her and she would slowly rotate to sit flat. Panting a bit as that dildo pressed up into her until she came doing her best not to make a sound then rotate back to one hip. Dinners were generally without the kids as they were busy at one friends or another. They were getting big, Janice was in fifth grade now, or was it sixth? David was starting Junior High, but was into art instead of something that would provide him with a real job. Maybe I should have a talk with him again... After dinner, and after Gloria had went home assuming the kids were at friends, Jackie would strip and sit on the floor beside my chair and suckle my cock while I read the financials or we would retire to our bedroom if the kids were home. When I patted her head she would get to her knees and suck me down while I watcher her undulating ass and dildo filled pussy in the mirror across from us. If the kids were gone she would do a strip tease in the middle of the living room before sucking me down. Working my cock with her mouth and lips, getting herself all worked up until she had to reach between her legs and fuck her pussy with that dildo knowing it would get me off which would in turn set her off again still screaming around my cock. When she had the strength she would stand and get her panties she wore that day and pull the dildo from her pussy using them to wipe it and her pussy clean of her cum, sometimes leaving them stuffed up her pussy for a while to absorb it all. They would go into the baggie beside the bedroom table for tomorrows round and then the slut was done for the day and the socialite was back. Naked, but back. \_ That was three years ago in the fall of 2008. \_ Then the bottom dropped out. You see I was a developer. I would buy ( finance ) a big chunk of land and start in, put in streets and all the utilities and then build a few houses, sell them, take that profit and build and sell a few more. The first few I did were just a corner lot compared to Willtown Estates, only fifteen or twenty homes. Willtown Estates was going to be my big one, my next to last one. The profits from this would pay for the next one outright before I even broke ground so it would be all profit to retire on before I was forty. I had almost twenty people working for me when I started it. Then the slide started. I was fifteen homes away from the break even when the first one happened. A buyer back out, his loan had been turned down. Well it wasn't like it hadn't happened before on other projects. I know there were some rumors, but those only affected other developers, the little guys. I sluffed it off and gave the big speech to my sales people and a month later we had resold that lot and two more. Only thirteen to go to the break even... that was as close as I would ever get. It became a series of comedic situations to anyone but me. One property owner defaulted half way through construction and the contractors filed liens against the house and the development. Money was paid to lawyers to get us clear but it was money spent. An excavating contractor hit a gas line. Not a big deal but it shut the development down for most of the day, and then we discovered he had let his insurance lapse so we were on the hook since we hired him. People stopped looking at my exclusive development, instead asking about properties at half the price or less. We laughed at it the first few times, then eventually started thinking about how we could do something like that just to keep things going. But by the time we had that revelation it was too far gone. I started selling things, her Mercedes, she have to do with just the BMW. My Porsche, the land for the next development didn't even sell for what I originally paid for it but I was able to clear the loan at least. When my lease came do on my Lexus I let it go and bought its five year old twin and had it detailed. It was close, but I no longer volunteered to take anyone anyplace so they would see the interior and realize what I had, or more like what I didn't have. When we had to let Gloria go Jackie had a fit, she was not going to cook, it was beneath her to do servants work. She had did that when we first got married and I was expected to take care of her now. Several fights later she moved back home and Daddy took great pleasure in walking the divorce papers down to the courthouse himself. A few months of a bitter screaming clawing divorce and she had the house in town and the kids, I had the plot out in the country that we had planned on building our dream retirement home. Fifteen acres of tree covered hillside and a bit of the crest. I scraped by for six more months sleeping on my office couch and letting body after body go trying to make enough to eat and pay alimony until the bank finally called the note. I had my five year old car, no home, and no future. A few months later I sold my old Lexus and bought an old military truck that had a camper in the back and drove it out to the dream plot. It was painful all the memories flooding back, we had looked at several pieces, finally deciding on this one because of the view and the little stream running to one side. I toughed it out and got the camper off the back of the truck and down on the ground for my new home. I tried several things, but was barely making enough to put diesel in the truck and propane for the stove and water heater, much less afford to eat. I don't think I had eaten so much soup and noodles in my life before that. Hamburger became like eating out at Ruth Chris! I wound up at a temp agency sitting and waiting for day help call outs. And most of the people were looking for young strong backs, not thirty eight year old developer washouts. And when I did get work it was almost more than I could bear. Many a day I drove back out to my little clearing and contemplated suicide. But slowly things became easier. I wasn't as strong as some of the young bucks, but I worked smart not hard and knew my way around. Winding up working as day labor for the same construction crew for most of my second summer after the divorce. I didn't go climbing around like a monkey with an air nailer, but I was pretty good at framing up walls and making up headers. And after all those years of developing properties I knew screw ups in the prints when I saw them so I was kept on. I also stayed after doing a little pick up when the rest of the guys wanted to scramble and head for the bar. You had to have extra money to go to the bar. I had to have money this winter for FOOD! Picking up on the job site got me scraps of lumber I could burn to cook my supper and heat some water to wash with when I ran out of propane three days before payday. I probably would have frozen to death that following winter if it hadn't been for cell phones. My little piece of hillside turned out to be a pretty good spot for a tower. We haggled a bit on price and then I let them have it, I would back down on the price on a minimal corner if they did two things. First when they put the access road in for the tower they had to put the little off shoot in for my camping area, and second, they drop in a fifty amp service off their meter for when I wanted to go camping in my RV. They were over joyed. In the long run I lost out on some money, but I had a secure place to park and power I didn't have to worry about. With my rescued space heater being able to reserve my propane for water heating and the occasional cooking was a big relief, if you could call heating soup and noodles cooking that is. That's also when I started collecting more than scraps of lumber. It started off with a few pallets to break up and burn in my make shift fire ring, then became more. I not sure what I was planning on, but just because a board had a twist or a curve didn't mean it couldn't be used. I went from part of the construction crew to also being the clean up guy. Anything close to useable or burnable went home with me instead of the dumpster. I had several pallets laid out and sheets of plastic over what I had saved. Little trim boards on this one, planks on those two, partial sheets of plywood or OSB on the next two. Brick and cinderblock were stacked to one side. Another had boxes of bits and pieces. I had this thought of building a little cabin or something. There was also the stacks of empty pallets, both useable and firewood quality. Even the bad ones made a decent wind break for my little corner fire pit. And then things changed. Our next series of homes was in... Willtown Estates. Except it wasn't called that anymore, it was now Pinewood. I was driving in and out of what used to be my home area, right past my old house. Jackie no longer lived there, some young couple was out playing with their kids, but it did give me a hollow feeling even as I kept plodding along. Harry, the boss, asked me what was up, but I just put it off to being near the end of the building season. We had these four houses to get closed in before the weather changed and then that would probably be it until spring. But I kept on putting one foot in front of the other picking up what ever scraps I could right to the end. Saying good bye to Harry for the season and being reminded to look him up come spring. Evidentially I did well enough to get the attention of the current developer. At first I thought he recognized me, he was the second guy I let go when the slide happened. But three years and plenty of physical labor had changed me. I wasn't the jolly fellow I used to be and forty pounds lighter to boot. He offered me a job for a few months after the shells were closed in, cleaning up as they were finished out. It looked like I'd have work until mid December at least. "And I'll give you and extra two hundred cash if you can do something with that piece of shit," pointing to the trailer covered in a 'Now Developing' sign with his ugly mug on one end. I felt like I had been gut punched. I remembered getting that trailer, having it all painted up with an artists rendition of what my Willtown would look like. I just nodded and told him I'd do my best. So every day I would make a late morning run through the houses being worked on to see what kind of mess I would have later. I also began working with a young man who looked like he was just getting started. Short and kind of skinny and pretty shy running around in the skid steer cleaning up the streets and driveways, shaving and sloping the yards in preparation for the landscapers. Even putting the forks on and helping me lift some heavy stuff up to the dumpster. We were acquaintances, but not much more. Now I loved the first few weeks, the mechanical contractors were first in. I saved every decent screw and nail I found as well as every scrap of copper. Sometimes it was just little one inch pieces cut at the outlet boxes, but it all added up. That was my first quick run when they all left in the afternoon before anybody had a smart idea to make the same rounds. Then it was back to getting the bits and pieces that really needed to go out to the dumpsters, sweeping and shoveling this and that before taking the 'useable' pieces out to my truck and calling it a day waiving to Perry on my way out. The other nice part of shifting to this stage was meeting the delivery drivers, and eventually I found one willing to give me a hand moving the trailer. Well sort of. At first he wanted to just get authorization to cut it up and haul it away, but in talking with him he let it slip he was needing bits and pieces to do some repairs on one he had sitting on the ground getting it up where he could move it around if need be. We came to an understanding. I would get him some cash for moving it from the developer and he could have it if I got the one he had sitting on the ground. You see my sign trailer was just that, a regular trailer that couldn't pass DOT inspection so it was only usable as moveable storage. But what he had on the ground was an old refrigerated trailer. Something that would hold HEAT in the winter! While all this was transpiring something else was happening. I noticed that Perry was spending a lot of time on the job site, more than I knew dufus would pay for. He just said he was keeping an eye on things and I let it go until I came in earlier than usual one morning. There was Perry's crew cab parked at the end of a cul-de-sac, and as I drove closer I saw Perry climbing from the back seat to the front. "Fuck..." I knew that situation. I slept in my car for many weeks until I came across this truck and the camper. I tried to engage him in a little more conversation from that point on, but didn't get much more than a few extra words before he was off to his next project. I got him to share a sandwich a few times when he looked starved and even left a few extra bottles of fruit punch drink and things where I knew he'd find them. It wasn't much but I knew what it meant in his situation. And he didn't seem to be the type of guy to actually accept it if I offered it direct. I had really intended to find out more, but with the delivery of my 'new' refrigerated trailer I had other projects. Now it wasn't like I was flush with cash, but with all my saved lumber and such I was able to block off most of the old refer unit hole and fit in a small window. It had a cracked pane, but it was free. Half a dozen mismatched and slightly damaged cabinets and a piece of a cracked counter top and I had a little 'kitchen'. Of course it was almost pitch black in there with only one window and hotter than hell in the afternoon, but I was damn proud of myself! Two more damaged windows and half a dozen partial tubes of silicone later and I at least had some cross breeze. Fitting a regular door and half of a French door across the end about eight feet in and I had it enclosed and still had an outside place to sit out of the weather. I spent a bit of my meager cell tower money and bought a small window air conditioner and now it was even bearable. Heat would be a rocket stove one of the guys showed me how to make and even did the little bit of welding for me. Things were starting to get a bit cooler, and it looked like Perry was still sleeping in his car but I couldn't get much out of him. That was until I was working on a Saturday catching up from taking Friday off for some work on my new 'house'. I had to get a bed frame and mattress. The bed frame came from the thrift store, but the mattress took several stops to find one even remotely serviceable that was still in my budget. Friday night I slept in my new home on a huge regular mattress for the first time in years, I felt like a king. Saturday I was going along cleaning up and getting ready for the cabinet and carpet people Monday when I thought I heard water running like we had a burst pipe. I traced it to the basement and was coming down the stars to the utility room when it stopped. I took the last two steps to the utility room door and turned in. There was a screech and a grabbing of a towel, "Oh shit, sorry." I turned and went back upstairs. Perry wasn't a he, he was a SHE! Short, petite, stocky even. A slight build and what looked like an A cup chest from the little I saw of it before it was covered with a towel. I went back to sweeping and shoveling trying to get the image of a petite naked woman out of my mind. This coming Christmas would be four years since I had had a woman and I was about to cum in my pants! I heard a noise behind me and there was Perry standing there with his arms crossed and hair still slightly damp. Fuck, HER arms crossed. I looked at her now noticing the bit of feminine lines she did so well to hide, then went back to sweeping. "Are you going to say anything," she said slowly. "About?" looking back at her. She nodded back toward the stairs. I shrugged, "You're not the first, won't be the last. Few gallons of water never broke anyone. Hell I fill my barrels every other week so what the hell. I've been where you are." I chuckled to myself, "Probably aren't that far off from you truth be told." I looked at her a bit trying to take in the body I had saw earlier then saw her face, "Sorry, I'm just trying to reconcile what I see now to the lovely lady I saw getting out of the shower." I stumbled through. I wanted to look at her but she would probably think me some kind of pervert. "Well sorry," and went back to work. We didn't say much after that, and I only once heard water running a little over a week later. I just kept on working, giving her a little smile when she came upstairs and headed out to her truck when she finished. We did chat a little more, contemplating the end of our part of the project in a few months. We'd even 'grill' a few hot dogs over a wood fire if we worked Saturday. We sat near the fire enjoying the warmth on a calm sunny but cool afternoon, "So how did you get into this line of work Perry?" She tipped her head back looking at the trees, "Well I guess you could say I was born into it. Dad did most of the excavating and road work for this development. When the original owner went under we did what we could to stay a float." "You're old man Taylor's daughter?" She smiled a little, "Yeah, you knew him?" "Oh yeah, he was my go to guy for almost eight years." She looked at me like she was trying to recognize me. I put my hand out, "I guess we've never actually been introduced, Sean Williams." Perry looked at me a moment then her eyes went wide, "Sean Williams, as in... Willtown Estates Sean Williams?" I chuckled, "the one and only." She just looked at me a bit, "Wow. So what happened?" "Same thing that happened to everybody else. Clinton and the Dems pushed the CRA further than it should have been and things crashed when their big ideals caught up with everybody else's pocket book. The wife left me when things got hard and went back to daddy. By the time I bottomed out it really was the bottom. Been working my way up ever since. How's your dad doing by the way?" A cloud came over her face, "Um, he passed away June 2009. A stroke in his sleep." "Ah shit, I didn't know. Sorry." I remembered her mom passing away shortly after Alex had started working for my developments. We sat there in silence a bit more, "So did you keep the company going then?" She snorted, "Yeah right. How many developers are going to hire a girl for excavation and road work? I managed to keep the skid steer, an excavator, and a back hoe." "Well at least you've got something to work with." She snorted again, "They might as well be toys. My big truck is down and unless I can scrape up enough to get it fixed I'm going to loose a water line contract because I can't get them to the sight." We sipped our drinks a bit in silence. "Um, Perry. I could pull them for you." "With what?" she said a bit sarcastically. "My duce and a half has a Pintle hitch. It would be about max load and we'd have to go slow, but we could do it." "I couldn't ask you to do that." "Perry, your old man got me out of more binds than I can count. Just think of it as returning the favor." "You're sure about this?" I just shrugged, "Why not. When do you have to have them there?" "I need to get the project done by the end of next week or I'm out." "So tomorrow?" She grinned, a really nice smile. "You got a deal." I even got a nice hug out of it, good thing she let me go before my hard cock ripped through her pants. Those little mounds I had forgotten about on her chest had me hard in an instant. She had me giddy even if she was almost twenty years younger. I stopped on the way home at the Country Buffet and had steak! It might have only been sirloin, but it was STEAK! The next morning I popped up quick not even bothering with coffee on my way out and met Perry at her dad's old place. Not much left, and a large portion of the yard with other equipment in it. I looked around a little at what looked like drilling equipment not road equipment, "Who's stuff is that?" Perry sighed and confirmed my suspicion, "The new owner is a drilling company. They rent me a corner back to keep my stuff." "Oh," was all I could think to say. We hooked the trailer and got the back hoe loaded, I kept looking at her trying to put my finger on what was different, and then it hit me, MAKEUP! It wasn't much, but she actually looked like a girl! We took it slow, and even with a quick trip back it was after sunset before we unhooked back at the main yard. "You want to stop and grab a bite, my treat?" "I'd love to Sean, but I have to get back. Maybe another time?" "Okay," I did my best to hide my disappointment. "Thanks again," I got another hug and I thought maybe a bit of a peck on the cheek. My imagination said above the smell of diesel I got a hint of perfume, either that or some nice shampoo. The next week she did what she had to do here, then booked it as soon as she could to her other project. She was looking a bit harried Monday and Tuesday, but better Wednesday and Thursday. Friday morning Perry asked if I could pick up the back hoe after work. We finished here as quick as possible and scooted over to the site, she already had it up on the trailer ready to pull out. Another slow run back to the yard running out of daylight the last half hour but luckily no cops to pull us over. "So how about running out and grabbing a bite?" Perry smiled at me, "I'd love to but I can't." "Oh... okay..." I turned to head for my truck. I can take a hint. I felt a hand on my shoulder turning me back to her, "No it's not like that Sean. The weekends are the only time I get to see Dane." I just shrugged, "None of my business." Perry smiled at me again, "Sean, Dane is my son." I just looked at this little thing in front of me, I must have had quite the stupid look from her expression. "You're not old enough to have kids." That got a BIG grin and a finger shaking at me, "You're terrible. Can we do it during the week some time?" I smiled back at her, "That we can." I got another hug, and even though I knew it was coming, those little mounds pressed into me was excruciating heaven. Well it was going to be a project weekend anyway. I had bartered some lumber and a couple of windows to a guy that could weld, so this weekend I was going to install the water jacket on the rocket stove. If plans went right I would have wood fired hot water Saturday evening. Well that was the plan anyway. The heat exchanger for the stove went on in half an hour and another half an hour to shorten the flue and get things sealed back up. Six hours later and I had the heat exchanger for the water plumbed... almost. At seven o'clock at night I discovered I was one fitting off. I had a male instead of a female. I went out to the camper to take what I hoped would be my last quickie shower. The camper only had a seven gallon water heater. Even turned all the way up it was still a wet down and shut the water off, lather up and rinse then shut the water down again to shampoo then rinse quick before I ran out of hot water. An hour in to town and back on Sunday morning and fifteen minutes later it was assembled. Another hour to fill and test the system and it was making hot water. That was the start of my move from the camper to the trailer. I had been sleeping in the trailer on my big bed, but my shower, fridge, and water system were still tied to the camper. The rest of the day was spent transferring the pump and little pressure tank to the trailer. I had an old grill hooked to a hundred pound propane cylinder to cook on already set up. The next few weeks would be stripping the appliances from the camper and making my new kitchen in the trailer. The toilet would have to stay with the dump tank making the camper and overgrown porta potty, but that couldn't be helped right now. True to her word Perry and I went out for supper Wednesday after work. We did it up fancy, a double, fries, and even large frosties! "So you have a son. Is he out of diapers yet?" Perry gasped and grinned, "Dane will turn four in May." I just looked at her, "NO WAY!" I just had to stare, "You can't be more than what twenty, maybe twenty one?" Perry rolled her eyes, "I'm twenty nine I'll have you know." I just had to look at her and try to take that in. Such a petite pretty woman and she was twenty nine? Only ten years between us. "So why only weekends?" "He stays with my grandmother." "And you live out of your truck?" Perry stopped and looked at me like she had been gut punched. "Oh I'm not judging. I lived out of my car for three months before I traded for my truck. Would have loved to have had the back seat of a crew cab." She relaxed a bit, "But I would probably have had to roll down the window to stick my feet out though." Perry snorted and took another bite. We chatted a bit more before we called it a night. She was headed back to her truck to park somewhere and me to my trailer. Halloween weekend we quit early making it a three day weekend. Perry was looking forward to taking Dane trick or treating Friday night. I was a bit concerned with the forecast to be wet and cold but she was just beaming with joy at the prospect of taking him out. Monday Perry was all grins even if she was fighting off the beginnings of a cold. Sniffles and a few cough's, but manageable. But getting caught in a cold downpour Wednesday mid day and she was just dragging. Perry was walking to her truck with her wet jacket pulled tight around her looking like death warmed over. I pulled up beside her, "Get in." "What for?" "You're not sleeping in that unheated truck tonight." "But I can't..." I just stared at her, "Get in." She sighed, "Okay, let me grab a few things." She hobbled to her truck and grabbed a small duffle then climbed up into the cab like a creaky old man. She was still wet, but at least the cab was warm for the ride home. Perry was intrigued by my setup, a bit wide eyed even in her chilled state. I stoked the stove back up to as hot as I could stand and told her to get out of her wet clothes pointing to the shower. She grabbed a few things and changed, coming back out in an old long sweat shirt. Even a few feet from the stove she was still shivering. I put a hand to her forehead and she was plenty warm. A can of soup later and she was about out of it. I laid her out on the bed and pulled the covers over her doing my best not to look at her bare legs and how far up her top rode, she objected a little, but a few breaths later and she was out. I kicked back on my lawn chair with feet to the fire keeping an eye on her. She was tossing and turning. She got hot and kicked all the covers off, then a little later she was bundled up shivering. Then back to sprawled out kicking her covers off making me gasp at her little pink thong covering her smooth pussy. Her top pulled up to just under her little mounds making me want to stoke the fir

e a little more in spite of how she was feeling. Perry was back and forth a bit more, then she was sweating like she had a thousand pin holes in her, tossing and turning mumbling something about a Charlie. Pulling her top off and still sweating like terrible. All I could do was stare at her beautiful body, a little petite figure that looked so delectable. But I couldn't take any more, and neither could she, she was burning up. I did the only thing I could thing of, I stripped down and picked her limp body up and carried her to the shower. Feeling her fight me as the warm water probably felt like ice water to her. Oh fuck this is not good. Holding a naked wet woman squirming against me and I was hard as titanium. Feeling her nubs going back and forth across my chest as her pussy went back and forth across my cock and I couldn't take it. I held her tight and just came between us. Fuck I'm glad she's out of it. I let us separate enough to let my cum rinse from between us. Holding her as I slowly turned the water cooler and cooler until I couldn't take it any more. Drying her off as best as I could and slipped one of my shirts on her and slipped her back into bed. I had to use my t-shirts for a towel since I used my one and only for Perry then slipped back into my lawn chair. Perry dozed off and I did also. \_ I woke to a bit of noise seeing Perry rolling under the covers then looking at me, "Um Sean, how did I get in your shirt?" I dropped my head, I couldn't look at her. "Your fever spiked. The only thing I could think of was to cool you off in the shower." "So we didn't..." My head came up to look at her, "NO!" Well you didn't, but I yi yiii... Perry just smiled, tipping her head forward to smell my shirt, then got out to stand with her butt closer to the stove, the shirt tails barely coving her pussy. That pussy that was up against my cock last night in the shower. I kicked my head back as my cock grew in my shorts, Fuck don't let her see me like this. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I opened my eyes to see her grinning beside me, "Bathroom?" I nodded toward the door, "Pee bucket by the door or toilet in the camper." Perry went back to her duffel and pulled out some stuff. I glanced and nearly came in my pants as she pulled a little white thong up her legs giving me a bit of a view of her ass before the shirt tails dropped back down. Imagining those same cheeks as she pulled her jeans up under my shirt. Gasping and trying to stifle a groan when she dropped my shirt and stood there bare backed as she put her bra and then work shirt on. Perry leaned over beside my ear and whispered, "You know this isn't fair. You've had me naked twice now and I haven't even gotten a hint of your pecker." If I move I'm going to cum in my pants. Perry headed out to the camper and I stepped to the pee bucket. I got two strokes and had to almost bend in half to hit it as hard as I came, barely getting zipped up and catching my breath before Perry came back in as I was making coffee. A couple of scrambled eggs and we headed to work, a few hours late but nothing critical. Perry didn't say a lot on the way in, just glancing at me a few times. Work was a little more interesting, we chatted a bit more. A little more friendly than we had started out at, not hiding her femininity as much. She didn't plaster on the makeup, but I thought I saw a hint of eye liner or something. And we did take a few more evenings out after work, the last few even doing regular restaurants instead of fast food. But the last one, WOW! We decided to do it up Thursday night and meet at Country Buffet. I almost didn't recognize Perry. She had gotten all dirty at work but we brushed off and headed out. But when she came through the door the dirty work shirt was gone and a nice tank top was in its place letting a little bit lace peak through. We talked but I didn't really hear any of it looking at her across from me. She was still a bit scruffy from work, but DAMN she cleaned up nice. I was on cloud nine when she took my hand walking back out to the trucks. I decided to take a chance. "Perry, it's getting pretty cold out there. You can camp out at my place if you want to." Perry looked at me a bit, "You sure about that?" I just shrugged, "It's warmer than camping out in your truck." She got a little grin, "Okay." She followed me over and grabbed her duffel taking a closer look at the place now that she was feeling better. We kicked back drinking our high octane cool aid. "So who's Charlie?" I asked in a lull in the conversation. Perry froze. "You were saying something in your fever, didn't sound nice." She took a sip of her cool aid, "He's Dane's father." "And he's not in the picture?" Perry snorted, "Not even close. He talked me into not putting him on the birth certificate and to wait on getting married. Three weeks after Dane's first birthday he left for work and never came back. Took most of our savings with him." "Sorry..." we sat there a bit more listening to the fire hiss and crackle. "You have kids?" "Two, a boy and a girl," I said with a smile. There was a bit of a pause, "You never say anything about them." I shrugged, "They went with their mom. They were addicted to the good life like she was." I took a deep breath, "No, that's not quite accurate. I wasn't a dad, just the provider. I was so involved in the business that I wasn't involved in their life. I had it all planned out to retire after the next development. But that would have put them into high school and beyond before I pulled away from the business." We sat there a bit more. "So do I get to take my shower by myself tonight?" from her giggle I must have had quite the expression. "I'll go get some more wood." I went out to my pile of scrap two by fours and brought an arm load up to my overhang to split for the rocket stove. My first trip back in and Perry was still in the shower, her shadow on the curtain. I took my time with the second with the memory of her profile rinsing her hair out burned into my memory. When I got back in she was drying her hair, her t-shirt up enough to let her thong show between her cheeks. I turned to the sink to rinse this mornings dishes. By the time I had that accomplished she was bending over her duffel pulling something out, all I saw was the stripe up between her cheeks. I turned to my milk crate stack to pull out some shorts and stripped to mine to get in the shower. I almost stripped down completely but barely caught myself as I started to pull them down and then back up quickly hearing a giggle behind me. "Don't let me stop you." I slipped into the shower and dropped my shorts and threw them over the top of the curtain at Perry making her laugh. I was going to stroke a load thinking about her but remembered her silhouette that I watched from outside. I did at least try and face the wall to keep the profile of my hard aching cock standing out from being on display. I did my best to tuck my cock up under my elastic instead of standing out to poke anything I get near when I got out. Now the one thing about not having a TV or even a radio in here you have two things to do when it gets dark. Watch the fire or go to bed. And in my situation either of those meant ALONE. I crawled in debating on inviting Perry to share my bed, it was a king after all, but that could be a bit awkward. But it wasn't as quiet as usual. Yes there were the usual creaks and groans of the trailer with the faint rustling of the wind accompanying the crackle of the stove, but add to that the breathing of another body moving and creaking in the lawn chair. I tossed and turned a bit waking up with every creak of the chair. "Perry?" I asked softly. "Mmmm." "Would you rather sleep in the bed?" "I won't kick you out of your own bed." "No I meant with me." "Um..." "No not like that. I can stay on my side." "Well..." "You'll be safe, I promise." She laid there moving and turning a bit, then finally gave in, "Oh okay." I felt her move the covers and the bed shift as she laid down sighing. I rolled over on my side to put my back to her, falling asleep to Perry's soft breathing. I did wake up sometime in the night, I had rolled to my back and had a soft little tit in my hand. FUCK! I had to get up and stroke one out in the pee bucket to be able to get back to sleep. I thought I heard a little snicker when I crawled back in but I couldn't be sure. FUCK! I woke facing Perry, my hand on her bare belly, looking down at her thinly covered pussy, her little nubs standing up nicely with a decent nipple bump under her top keeping my attention. Her breathing changed so I rolled away and out of bed pulling my jeans on to contain my hard on. I made coffee and started the eggs and she did it again. But this time she didn't have one of my shirts on, she had one of hers. She already had her thong on, but she pealed her t-shirt off leaving her entire back bare but turned slightly letting me see a bit of the side of her tit as she slipped her bra on getting her hands in the cups to get her tits settled in. Turning sideways more showing her lace covered tit as she reached for her work shirt. Stepping into her jeans and getting them situated just right before she zipped up. I was wishing she wasn't here so I could just stand outside and stroke one out with the vision I just had. We each crawled into our respective vehicles and headed to work. I had a really shitty day, but I still grinned remembering waking up with her tit in my hand, her bare belly under my hand, remembering holding her wet naked body in the shower. This is going to be a LONG weekend. I hit the home store on the way home to grab a piece of conduit and the thrift store for a few more towels, a few sheets, and another pillow. One sheet as a spare for the bed and two sheets for a divider curtain. Well since it was a cool weekend it was a laundry weekend. I had my high dollar washer working, my hands. Wash and rinse in the sink, run them through an old wringer then hang them above the stove to dry. I had to crack windows the humidity was getting so high. OH FUCK! I was stripping my sheets off for the next round and found it. Perry had left her t-shirt she slept in on the bed. I shouldn't, I really shouldn't... oh damn she smells good. Imagining it was her skin I was smelling instead of her t-shirt. Imagining it was her pussy I was smelling on the hem. I didn't wash it, just folded it and laid it on my pillow after making the bed. WOW! I never thought I'd see that again, two pillows on my bed. I looked around and realized what I was missing, or more accurately what I was missing if I planned on having female guests. I got back in the truck and made the rounds around the backside of the thrift stores. The afternoon started out on a high note. I found a love seat with just a small tear I could cover and another lawn chair by the dumpster. Four stops later I found a small dresser and a mirror with a cracked corner. On the last stop I found three table lamps. They didn't match but what the hell. I was in a good mood from my luck so I stopped in Wal-Mart and looked at the TV's. With everyone switching to blue ray I found a couple on clearance and picked up a little TV / DVD combo for under a hundred dollars. I went through seven decks of cards last winter listening to the radio. I threw the tarp over my treasures in the back of the truck and took my new toy inside. I didn't have an antenna, but the free Red Box rental with the new TV kept me entertained for a few hours. I watched it twice wishing I had thought to buy a little popcorn. I couldn't tell you the last time I had sat a watched a movie. Sunday was the transformation day. The law chair went out to the overhang with the other 'new' one and the love seat and lamps came in. The dresser and mirror was a pain in the ass by myself, but I got them in place and moved my things from my milk crates to the drawers, leaving two of the left side ones slightly open and empty. Perry was in a good mood Monday, and we made plans for our regular Wednesday evening dinner. She was running a little behind needing to make a stop and when she peeled her coat off I nearly had a heart attack. She wasn't wearing her work shirt, or even one of her tank tops. This was a scoop neck top with a little frilly edge. All I could do was stare. "I take it you approve?" I managed to tear my eyes away from her figure and look her in the eyes and utter the most intelligent thing I could, "Uh huh." We had a nice meal, and I was just getting used to seeing her in it when the next bomb dropped. "Um Sean, I think I know the answer to this, but do you have any plans for Thanksgiving?" I looked at her wondering where this was going. "Nothing in particular, just piddling around the house. always something to do in that big old mansion." Perry smiled at that, "Well if you could see your way to tearing yourself lose would you care to join us for Thanksgiving dinner?" "Us?" "Me, Dane, and Grandma." "What would I need to bring?" Perry smiled, "Nothing, just yourself." "Well I should bring something. I could stop and pick up a pie or something." "Oh god forbid you bring store bought stuff into granny's kitchen. She's bad enough with cereal and crackers for Dane." I chuckled making me thing of Gloria. "Something to drink?" "Only if you want it. We're not really drinkers, and with money the way it is..." "I understand. I used to be quite the social drinker, but that went the way of everything else too." "So that's a yes?" "I'm not sure what I have to wear." Perry smiled, "Just clean shirt and pants. Any other excuses?" I grinned, "Okay, I'll be there." she gave me the address when we walked out to the trucks. She started toward her truck, then skipped back to me, gave me a quick peck on my cheeks then scurried to hers and pulled out. I drove home with a smile, remembering her just getting close enough to me that when she kissed me I felt her nipples just briefly against me. I was thinking about what I could do to get her to stay with me more. I had hinted at her to come home with me a few times, but Perry had not been back since that night. I still slept with her t-shirt next to my pillow every night. I drove up the next morning not really sure what to expect. If dinner the other night was a heart attack, this was a massive stroke. Perry was in a dress! "SON OF A BITCH!" Perry giggled, "Get in here dufus and close the door." I stumbled in the door and Perry took my coat, more like took it off me I couldn't stop looking at her. A light yellow dress with a low ruffled neck line and stopping well short of her knees. She grinned at my grinning at her. Dane was a wonderful well behaved young man. Yes he was a little ball of energy and had tons of questions. Grandma Sarah got her questions in every so often. There wasn't that many, but they were rather... pointed. I guess I passed what ever test because the questions got further and further apart as she tried to stuff more and more food in me. It was rather embarrassing actually. After three years of eating only what I needed and or could afford instead of what I wanted I was stuffed half way through the meal and had to just sit and nibble. And then she brought out the PIE! Oh man it had been longer than I could remember having good home made pie and I had no room. "We'll just save it for later." "Later?" "Well yeah, sit and watch the games and have some later," Sarah said. I looked at Perry, she just grinned and shrugged. I had been ambushed. I tried to help with dishes, but they shooed me out of the kitchen and was told to go watch the game with Dane. I hadn't watched a football game any where but a bar nursing one drink in longer than I would care to admit. Now Dane was only four, but he loved football. We sat, well I did anyway. Dane sat and jumped and danced and cheered... for both teams. Somewhere around the end of the first quarter the turkey started to take effect. He was up beside me running out of energy and I pulled him over and put him under my arm, he was asleep before the second quarter began. Perry came in and checked on us, taking Dane off to bed for his nap. When they finished the dishes Perry curled up in his place. I had her beside me, my arm over her shoulder, hand hovering mid air just inches from that tit I had cupped the other night. Glancing down at her dress working its way up her thigh a bit and gazing further up to see a nice bit of white lace down her dress. A little before half time and she tipped her head onto my shoulder, I could smell her shampoo and perfume. When the half time show was over we settled back in with our pie, barely finishing it before Dane woke back up. I was totally stuffed again and was barely able to stay awake, in fact I didn't and dozed off sometime during the last part of the third quarter, waking to find Dane cheering something and my arm around Perry's neck having gotten a better grip on her. I had my hand laying on the side of her tit, the feel of the lace texture under her dress making me think about her laying with me again. I had to make another trip to the bathroom. After that game it was time to stuff me again. This time I ate my pie first. Dane loved that idea and Grandma chuckled and shook her finger at him, I gave him a grin and thumbs up. Perry just groaned and rolled her eyes. When the late games started Dane was drug off protesting about bath and bed while I was still here. "You can see him in the morning. Maybe we'll go to the park or something," Perry said. "Or the zoo?" "Or maybe the zoo, now it's bath and bed time." He zipped off for his bath with Perry following him. Grandma Sarah sat down and sighed taking a load off. "I wish I had half his energy." I chuckled, "You and me both. He seems like a good boy." "He is, he has his moments like any little boy, but Perry has done a good job with him." I smiled, "She can be a force to recon with." Sarah grinned, "Yeah, she's got a bit of her father in her that's for sure. She tells me you knew my Alex." I sighed, "Yeah, back in another life he did a fair amount of work for me." The inquisition was interrupted with Perry coming back, "He's out cold," sighing and plopping down beside me. We chatted a bit about this and that then the girls decided to top me off, I was presented with a HUGE piece of German Chocolate cake. "You two are trying to split me in two." I took a bite and it was delicious, closing my eyes and savoring it for as long as I could. Perry snickered, "Is it working?" We watched a bit more of the late game, but I was looking at her more than the TV. "Don't you want to watch the game?" "I'm not a big football fan like I used to be. It's okay to watch but I can take it or leave it." "How about a movie then?" I just shrugged and she hopped up and bent over a cabinet, her dress riding up a little showing those smooth thighs, she knew I was looking. She popped the DVD in and then motioned me to get up off the couch. In a moment she had the hide-a-bed out and we were reclined back watching 'The Shootist'. Some time later I woke up as Perry was climbing back into bed. I rolled up enough to empty my pockets so I wouldn't spill my change all over in the night and laid back down facing the edge of the bed. The clock said 12:05 and I was facing the middle of the bed with Perry spooned in front of me and my hand cupping her tit separated by a thin layer of material. I slowly slid my hand down to her belly as I rolled back a bit to keep my growing hard on from pressing against her back praying she was asleep enough not to notice. No such luck, her hand was coming down to grab mine. WHAT THE FUCK? Perry was bringing my hand back up to her tit then reached back between us and situated my cock in the crease of her ass as she scooted back against me then put her hand on mine on her tit. I tried to roll away a little, "Lay still before I crawl up and sleep on top of you." I rolled back against her and gave her tit a little squeeze as I pulled her back against me. "Mmmmm," was the only response. I woke to a sensation I couldn't remember the last time I had felt it. A warm soft woman curled up against my side. Her head and hand on my chest, her leg kicked up across my crotch. Her leg was moving and I was getting hard, "Oh you do like me." I groaned, she snickered and rolled out of bed. Perry flashed me her thong split ass before pulling her robe on and heading for the kitchen. I slipped my shirt on and moved as fast as I could for the bathroom. I managed six strokes before loosing it, two more than last night. I managed coffee and toast while Dane was a whirl wind, Perry had agreed to take him to the zoo and I was being drafted to come along, you just can't say no to a kid like him. Perry seemed very pleased with herself. We put his car seat in my truck and I found a strap to hold it in, old military trucks do not have seat belts. Perry seemed quite pleased she had to sit in the middle next to me. He was just as energetic there as he was at home, evidentially this was a semi regular treat. He knew exactly where he wanted to go and when. He was normally allowed two shows that you had to pay to get into, but with winter settling in they were closed for the season. We wandered a bit, he squealed when I put him up on my shoulders to see the polar bears over the rest of the crowd, and I left him up there a bit as we strolled before heading home for lunch. He had burned out at the zoo, ten minutes on the road and he was out in his seat. "Thanks for coming with us Sean." I grinned, "I had a wonderful time. I couldn't tell you the last time I went to the zoo, and Dane was a blast." "Yeah, I was a bit surprised. He doesn't usually take to strangers." We pulled in and Dane was getting himself out of his seat all by himself and racing to the house. I took his seat out and slipped it back into Grandma Sarah's car. I stepped to Perry. "Thanks for inviting me over, I had a wonderful time." "You're leaving?" she said with a bit of a frown. "I don't want to intrude on the time you get with Dane." She brightened a little with that, "Well at least come grab a bite before you leave." I grabbed my belly and groaned, "You two are just trying to fatten me up before you butcher me." Perry swatted at me grinning then took my arm and led me to the house. It looked like it had been assumed, Sarah had plates out for all of us. I had my sandwich and was half way through my pie when the phone rang. Sarah answered it and then called Perry to the phone. "SHIT!" I heard her exclaim softly, looking over to see Sarah scowl at her. She shrugged and finished her conversation then came back to the table and put her head in her hands. I took my last bite of pie, "Bad?" "I didn't get the bid," she said to the table. "Oh." She turned her head to me, "It was going to be the lot rent to store the equipment." "They won't let you slide a month?" "I'm already two behind." "Oh," I grabbed a roll and spread some butter on it. "Well why don't you park them at my place for a while?" Perry snorted, "Where? On top of all your pallets?" I smiled, "Perry, I have fifteen acres, that's just the clearing by the road." She looked at me as her eyes went wide, "Really?" I just shrugged, "We'd probably have to consolidate things a bit to squeeze them in. If I had a chain saw we could clear a few trees, but I think we could make them fit." "You're serious?" "Sure. It's not like I'm going to be adding to my treasures much this year, so what the heck." "I'd need to do something pretty quick." "How about we go take a look when you're done fattening me up." Dane and Sarah laughed, Perry did eventually. "Can I go Mom?" "Not this time honey, this is work stuff." "Oh man!" I ruffled his hair, "Maybe later once we get things settled, okay?" "YESSS!" We headed out to the trucks, "How about we swing by the yard so I can get an idea of what you have? Maybe even snag the skid loader in case we need it?" We walked through what she had, "Damn, this is a lot more than I realized. You said you had the three pieces of equipment, I didn't realize you had all this other stuff." Perry looked a bit dejected, "Changing your mind?" "On the contrary, thinking of all the things we could do with it. You've got a lot of attachments for just three pieces of equipment." Perry grinned, "When Dad was in full swing this lot was almost overflowing. I sold off the big equipment but hung on to all this just in case." "Some of it looks like it hasn't been used in a while, does it all work?" "Most of it. some needs minor repair, others are for spare parts. You still want me to bring it over?" I grinned, "On one condition." "What's that?" she asked a bit guarded. "No more sleeping in your truck." Perry turned to me and put her arms around my waist. "And just where would I be sleeping?" grinning up at me. I leaned down and kissed her forehead, "I think I could come up with something." Perry put her hand behind my neck and pulled me down, "Good answer," she said softly before kissing me. Not a quick peck like last time, just a nice soft gentle kiss. We loaded the forks and brush cutter on the trailer before she pulled the skid steer on and chained everything down. I just watched in awe as this little petite woman hopped around doing what had to be done putting any man I knew to shame. I had to push the speed limit a little driving home to keep her from running into the back of my truck, she was in a bit of a hurry. We hopped into my truck to make the rounds. "So the property starts just outside the gate for the West boundary. This access road runs just inside the North line." We kept chugging up the road to the top coming up beside the chain link around the tower base. "Oh wow!" "Not a bad view huh?" Yeah," she said softly looking out over the valley. Bits and pieces showing through the gaps, one of the suburbs laid out off in the distance. Kind of reminded me of what I used to do. What I had planned for my future way back when... "And the ridge is yours too?" bringing me out of my funk. "Yeah, and a little over the other side. The south line is about five hundred feet or so over just past the stream." "A stream, up here?" "There's a little spring about three quarters of the way up the hill along that side that feeds it. That was part of the reason we... that is... I mean..." Perry turned her back to me and backed up to me pulling my arms around her. "Yeah," was all she said, but it said it all. We stood there looking out over the valley for a while. I was really enjoying the feel of Perry in my arms against me. "So what were the original plans?" "Well back when I wasn't worried about money," she chuckled, "we were going to build the house up here near the top. We were debating on keeping it below the ridge or getting high enough to have the view over the top." "And now?" "Well I don't think we're going to be building a five thousand square foot monstrosity do you?" I felt her chuckle, "Not likely." "So what would you do?" I asked Perry. "Not sure, I like the idea of being up high for the view, but that would depend on so many other things." "Like?" "Well the lay of the land to start. It can be shaped and moved if need be but it would be easier if you didn't have to. Then there is the utilities and sewer to consider." "Mmmm, well power is underground just this side of the road up to the transformer, and for all the rock I would bet sewer up here would be lagoon not leach. The water is all the way down the hill and across the road." "What about the spring?" "What about it." "Why not use that for water?" "You can do that?" I heard her groan as she put her head back against my chest, "Yes." "Okay. So should we go back down and actually do what we came here for?" "It's either that or move things around to get my stuff over here." "Huh?" Perry turned and gave me a nice kiss then hopped back into the truck. OH! We did go back down and unload the skid steer and attachments. We were shuffling and consolidating and I was really surprised at what I had acquired over the last two years. It was just lots of bits and pieces, but it sure added up. Our next load from the yard was a few more attachments and the back hoe, that let us load and unload on either end. The next two loads were strictly attachments loaded and unloaded by chain with the excavator being the last load just before sunset. "You staying for supper?" I asked with a grin. "What are my choices?" "Oh you know, just the usual endless menu. I have soup, stew, or noodles." "Stew sounds good." I put my elbow out and she took it grinning as I led her to the house. "You've been busy!" she exclaimed as she saw my additions. "You expecting someone?" I just shrugged, "When you stayed that first night I realized I wasn't prepared for guests." Perry grinned, "But there's still only one bed." I grinned back, "Yup." We sat and ate stew watching TV. I could only pick up a few locals on my home made antenna, but it was better than nothing. "You staying tonight?" Perry grinned, "I thought that was a condition of keeping my stuff here." I grinned even harder, "That it was. You want to take a shower while I rinse the dishes?" "Okay," she chirped. Perry ran out to her truck for her duffel and teased me stripping down for her shower stepping in in her little bra and thong, tossing them at me from inside. I couldn't help it, I brought them to my nose to inhale her scent. A heady mix of sweat and Perry. The shower shut off and a minute later I turned hearing the shower curtain being pulled back, BIG MISTAKE. Perry stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel drying her hair with another. "Your turn." She sat back down on the couch, her towel opening up along her leg almost enough to... "Okay," I said with a little groan trying not to cum in my pants. I stepped to the dresser and grabbed a clean pair of boxers and stripped to mine before stepping into the shower. I started lathering down and couldn't help it, I grabbed my aching cock and got three strokes in before shooting all over the wall remembering her stepping out of the shower naked the first time I saw her. At least I wouldn't be stabbing everything in sight when I got out. When I shut the water off it was strangely silent like I was alone again. When I came out of the shower I found out why. Perry was in bed already, all the lights off except for the little one in the kitchen. I was standing there looking at her bare shoulders. "Um Sean." "Huh?" "You're over dressed," and pulled the covers back to reveal her naked body. I just stared at the vision before me, "damn" was all I could say as my hard on came back with a vengeance. "Well?" I just stared at her, I couldn't tear my eyes away. She looked down at my hard on tenting my boxers. "Oh," I dropped my boxers once I managed to get them past my hard on, Perry giggling at my predicament. I slid in beside her lightly putting my hand on her waist as she covered us back up. "Are you sure about this?" Perry put her hand behind my neck and pulled me down to her. Our first real kiss. Not a quick peck, or even a decent kiss out in public. This was a kiss while exploring each other. Feeling her hands moving on my chest while I brought mine up to hers. Her gasp into my mouth when I cupped her tit and took her hard nipple between my fingers. Hearing her sigh in my ear as I kissed along her jaw to her ear lobe working my way to her chest. Perry's little cry as I took her nipple in my lips, wrapping her arms around my head holding me tight and quivering. I hoped it was a nice little orgasm. Getting her to release my head and kissing across to her other tit, her sigh and groan as I took her other nipple feeling it get even harder between my lips. Suckling like I

was trying to drink her in taking as much of her tit in my mouth as I could. releasing it to begin to kiss my way down her belly. Perry caught my head and tipped it up, "Later," she panted. I slid back up her body and lightly kissed her as the tip of my cock bumped her pussy. "I'm not going to last long." "Me either," as she reached down and brought my cock to her lips. Lifting me up and down wetting me with her juices leaving me centered on her opening. I slid partially into her having to stop to keep from popping, pulling back and arching up to be able to keep kissing Perry as I sunk fully into her. I tipped my head back arching the other way plastering her to me, "Fuuuuccckkkkk." I was quivering and gritting my teeth on the edge of cumming in her. If I hadn't met Dane you couldn't convince me this woman had ever had children, she was TIGHT! I was moving a little trying to hold off when Perry screamed and wrapped her legs around me. That was it, I pulled back one last time and was unloading even as I drove into her. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders and roaring as I filled her. Barely holding myself up on my elbows to keep from crushing her before pulling both of us over onto my back. We laid there a bit as my cock softened slipping from Perry, her soft body sprawled across me. I grabbed something from beside the bed and tried to tuck it between her legs. Perry rolled enough to pull it between her legs and dropped back to my chest. As hot and sweaty as we were I didn't want her to move. Stroking her soft back and ass cheek as our sweat almost glued us to each other. Tipping my head up enough to kiss her forehead was all the energy I had. We finally rolled off the bed and Perry hobbled to the pee bucket and gave me a dirty look, "You need a real bathroom," she scowled as she hovered over the bucket. "That takes a leach field or lagoon." She looked at the shower with a raised eyebrow. I just shrugged, "Sink and shower run to a grey water gravel pit. And with both of us here that could be pushed to the limit." Perry just groaned, "Guess what your first project is?" "Well I was going to say we can't afford it, but I know someone with the right toys to put it in." It was tight with our regular work season coming to an end, and if it hadn't been for my monthly cell tower money we wouldn't have done it. We got the smallest tank we could get and just enough pipe for one long lateral fastening the tee and end cap with screws so we could add to it later if need be. But we were now officially living in a home. No more camper or out house needed. We didn't do a whole lot the next two weeks with our regular work other than the little septic setup with the short days. But that did leave a WHOLE lot of time in the evenings to explore things inside. I learned that I could nibble on her neck and shoulders all day long and she would really enjoy it, but if I nibbled on the outside slope of her tits I had a wild woman on my hands. And licking the crease of her hip and leg right below her hip bone got her flowing and ready for me to lick clean. And oh was she sweet. I could lay there and lick her until she passed out, and I tried that as many times as possible. Spreading her juicy pussy, nibbling on her lips as I took tentative licks into her core. Drinking and feasting as Perry moans and sighs, feeling her legs come around me as I get her close. Sliding my fingers up in her as I nibble on her clit sending her over the edge. But I have to be careful how much I tease that little minx, she takes great pleasure in returning the favor. Laying with her head on my belly and just flicking the head of my cock with her tongue. Taking just the head of my cock in her mouth as she strokes my cock or plays with my balls. Working and stroking and sucking. Leaning over to suck me down against the back of her mouth every so often, then opening her mouth and slowly taking me in pressing me to the back as she hums and licks my cock. And when I fell like I can't take it any more it's like she seems to know I'm on the edge and leans over and just stars fucking my cock with her throat. Jamming me hard until I roar and let loose, grabbing her ass as I arch up and fill her belly. \_ We were cuddling on the couch watching a Christmas movie, neither of us having put any clothes on for three days. Perry was softly stroking my firm cock as I cupped and played with her little tits. "Dane keeps bugging me about coming over." I lifted my hand enough to tip her head and give her a quick peck, "Well we won't be able to run around like this when he's here." Her mouth dropped open, "YA THINK?!" I grinned back at her, "When would you want to bring him over?" She got a soft smile, "You don't mind?" "Well we're not exactly set up for him on a permanent basis yet." "Yet?" "Well I figured some where along the way we'd have to set something up for him, but I'm not sure how or where just yet." "We?" I just smiled and shrugged. Perry grinned and bit her lip then let my cock flop back against my belly. She lifted a leg to straddle me and planted her pussy firmly on me letting her wet lips slide on either side of me. "You're sure about this?" "I'm sure I want to try if you do." Perry stiffened, "Try..." I pulled her down on top of me skin to skin, "If the last few years have taught me anything it is that nothing is guaranteed." She inhaled deep, "Having said that I really want us to succeed. I just hope an old man can keep up with the babe that's stolen my heart." Perry pulled up to her elbows, the tips of her nipples just grazing my chest hair. She looked into my eyes searching for something, then sighed and got this little grin. "I'm not giving it back until you fork over mine." I smiled back at her and slid one hand to her ass to cup it as I brought the other to the back of her neck to pull her back down. "Not happenin'" I whispered just before I kissed her. Perry melted against my chest again interlocking her arms behind my neck, we kissed and held each other close for an eternity before she broke it lifting up and grinning at me. The grin turned to a groan as she snaked her little hand down between us and lifted me enough for her to sink back and take me in to the root. Hearing Perry's breath catch when she got me in just the right place in her pussy, feeling her quiver as she took her pleasure. Seeing her try to egg me on and telling her to cum around me and the total release on her face as she came hard and collapsed on my chest again. Deep panting turning to slow shallow breaths as she fell asleep on me as my still hard cock was buried in her aching to cum and yet not wanting to so I could stay buried in her velvet pussy. My little movements in her pussy enjoying her around me making her sigh in her sleep and then coming awake and getting me to roll over on top of her. Lifting her legs and catching her knees behind her elbows and cupping her little tits. "Fuck me..." her only words. And the grin on her face when I couldn't take it and jack hammered into her filling her with a roar and collapsing down on her barely remember to catch myself with my elbows to keep from crushing her. I rolled to my back gasping for air, reaching across to cup her tit and Perry putting her hand on mine. "It's not even Christmas yet and that's the second best present I've ever had." Perry's hand tightened on mine, "Second? What was the first?" "When the kids were born..." Perry's hand relaxed, "Yeah..." she rolled over against me, all energy to get up and take a shower forgot about as we drifted off. \_ Over the next few weeks we made the rounds to the various thrift stores, finally coming up with a bed for Dane and a desk for Perry, all in one. It was one of those things the college dorms use that have a desk on the bottom with a bunk up top. Dane was thrilled to spend a few nights every so often, telling his grandma he was going to summer camp. Seems it was something he remembered from a movie with bunk beds. I just grinned and didn't argue about it being the middle of winter. The three of us spent the few days before Christmas in my trailer and taking walks around the property. Dane having a ball following various animal tracks while Perry and I scouted a place for a house. We settled on a place near the top about mid way between the side property lines where it flattened out a bit before resuming its rise to the peak. A place where the back would be built into the hill side. Christmas morning at her grandmothers was one of the most special I can remember, only a few little presents for Dane, but all of us together. It was the sign of my life turning around. \_ Come February I got a letter from a bankruptcy court and then from a new cell tower management company. They had to renegotiate the tower contracts. This time I got a company to rep me and they got me almost four times what I had been getting. The tower company bitched about my RV electric so we told them to leave it in place for a year max to give me a chance to get mine in and they relented. Perry also got a call from a builder to prep a sight when another contractor was a no show, and since I wasn't working yet I tagged along to help out. Turns out he was one of the guys I had used in the past and was surprised to see me in the excavating business. "Nope, I work for her," putting my thumb over my shoulder at Perry going to town with the excavator. I hopped back in the truck to dump what she had loaded when I got the whistle and a look, he just grinned at my jumping at her beck and call. At lunch break I introduced her to Vince and informed him she was old man Taylor's daughter. He raised an eyebrow and then started asking her questions. By the end of the day they had an agreement for several more projects. We splurged and took Dane and her grandmother out to the Country Buffet. She took him home with her so we could have the night to ourselves to celebrate. I never did go back to full time work for the construction company, Perry and I worked too well together. I did still do clean up for material though, can't beat free. As soon as the weather dried up enough we traded a little excavating for borrowing some concrete forms and set the foundation for our first storage container. One end ground level and the other dock high to be able to back the big truck right up. Two months later we did the second one forty feet over. The following month we did the water from the stream to a cistern and then the septic lagoon. September we splurged and bought both of the fifty three foot containers and had them set. It about drained us but we had the cell tower money coming in to cover the basics. And after a little coaxing and begging we had a bit of a house raising party the weekend after Halloween. Some grilling and beer got us a few guys and a high loader to finish in half a day what would have taken me and Perry several weeks. It was only the truss joists and decking with a tarp cover, but it gave us an out of the weather area to work on equipment and store more material. The year had been good to us, we had actually been able to set some money back and buy a few pieces of equipment expanding our scope of work and there fore our income. I will admit that I hid something from Perry that fall, about four hundred dollars worth, but she would get it back, I hoped... Thanksgiving at Grandma Sarah's was wonderful, a house full of aromas and good people. We even had both turkey and ham! Christmas... I was in knots and doing my best not to show it, but I wasn't succeeding, Sarah kept looking at me, and twice asked what was bothering me. I made some excuse, but it was clear she wasn't buying it. We sat back as Dane distributed our presents, each of us buying a few little things for each other as well as the 'extras' from Santa for Dane. "Hey Dane, you missed one." "Where?" I pointed to the lower branches at a small wrapped box hanging from one next to a decoration. Here it goes for all the marbles. Dane, his ever energetic self, ran back to the tree hoping it was for him. "It says for Mom." "From who?" Perry asked, Dane just shrugged and handed her the little box. Perry took it and inspected it like it was going to spring open and bite her, a little shake didn't reveal anything so she slooooly took the lid off. Her eyes went wide when she saw the jewelry box inside and took it out slowly looking between me and the box. "Come on Mom, open it!" Sarah laughed and Perry gasped, then slowly cracked the cover. She was going to put her hand to her mouth, but I grabbed it in mine as I slipped to one knee, "Perry Taylor, will you marry me?" Her lips and hands were trembling like she was going to drop it so I took the box from her hand and put the ring at the tip of her finger waiting on her answer. "Yes," she squeaked out nodding her head and crying. I slipped the ring up her finger and kissed her hand, Perry dropped to the floor in front of me and wrapped her arms around me and gave me a long hard kiss. "EEWWWWWWW!" We broke the kiss long enough to see Dane with his hands over his eyes but peeking between his fingers. I turned Perry back to me and kissed her again dropping my far hand to her ass to give it a nice little squeeze. "GRANDMA! Make them stop." Sarah took him to the kitchen for another piece of pie. We held each other and kissed some more. "Hey Perry." She gave me a quick peck, "Hmm?" "Can we sit back up on the couch, my knees are killing me?" Perry laughed and pulled me to my feet then pushed me to the couch and hopped on my lap straddling me, "Better?" "Getting there," as I pulled her close to resume that kiss but with her chest tight into mine this time. We managed to tone it down enough for Dane to come back in and watch TV with us, Sarah grinning like her face would split. I got up later at half time to make a bathroom run and got one of the best Christmas presents I could have even imagined. I was just coming back down the hall and as I rounded the corner to come back in the room... "Mom?" "Hmmm?" "Does this mean Sean is going to be my Dad?" "Would you like that?" looking at me over Dane's shoulder. "Uh huh." Perry smiled, "Me too," she said softly. Dane did a fist pump, "YESSSS." My eyes started watering bad, there sure is a lot of dust in the air tonight. All through winter we bought lumber with part of my cell tower money. A bundle of two by fours here, some more truss joists there, a bundle of T&G decking every once in a while. By mid February we had most of the material and were just waiting on warmer weather to get started, planning on how to keep things covered between work times. With a little bit of luck we would have the last of the sheet goods and other bits and pieces by the time we got to the roof later this summer. We were sitting down for a few sandwiches for lunch debating on trying to get started this weekend and figuring out what size tarps we were going to need. "What house?" Vince asked coming up beside us. "Ours," I told him. "Ours?" "Ours!" Perry responded raising her hand to show him her engagement ring and then leaned over for a quick kiss. Vince grinned, "Well congratulations! So what are you building?" We started off giving him the basics, setting the two shipping containers and the trusses and decking last fall. Building up supplies over the winter and then to the dilemma of when to start and having to keep it covered to keep the raw wood protected. "How big?" "Not very, thirty by forty and two stories, the second cut back a bit to look out over the great room." "How bad is the floor plan?" I had to chuckle, I had thrown him some real wild ones back when I was developing. "Pretty plain and simple. Second floor is the master suite, two bedrooms, and a bath slash laundry between them. Main floor is living room, kitchen, bathroom and small office with a big open great room." "That doesn't sound too bad." "Nope, just going to take us a while to put it together." "US?" looking between me and Perry. Perry grinned, "Evenings and weekends are the plan. We'd be living in a cracker box if we had to pay to have it built." Vince just shook his head and we chatted a bit more about the lot we were working on for him and some changes in the next one. He got up to walk away then turned back, "So when's the big day?" he asked with a grin. Perry softly punched my shoulder, "Soon as the house is livable. Mister old fashioned said he'd have to be able to carry me over the threshold on our wedding night." Vince just kicked his head back laughing as he walked away. We got back to work, abet with a few stops for quick kisses every once in a while. Perry and I started in framing walls that weekend, laying them out on the deck and sheeting them then starting on the next one piling them up to be ready to stand them up when we had enough put together. Over the next two weeks we had most of the first floor walls done and I had talked to Vince on Wednesday about borrowing his wall jacks to stand a few of the long ones up that weekend when Perry came storming out of the porta patty. "You son of a bitch, you couldn't wait could you?" Perry was on a decent run so I ducked around the truck to stay ahead of her. "What? What did I do?" "You know god damn well what you did." "I don't know what you're talking about," I yelled back over my shoulder on my second trip around the truck amidst Vince's guys cheering her on. Then the little minx cheated, she turned around the other way and flattened me into a pile of dirt to a round of applause. Perry landed on my waist holding my arms above my head, then sat back up and reached into her pocket pulling out a little white stick. "You did it up good old man," then she grinned at me, "I'm pregnant." "You're... you mean?" I glanced at the little plus sign on the stick and then back at her grinning face, "REALLY!" Perry nodded her head still grinning. "YAAAHHOOOOOO!" I pulled her down for a good kiss, even reaching back to squeeze her ass. She tried to pull back when the guys started whistling and cat calling but I held her tight. "Who's got the fire hose for these two?" Vince called out. I gave him a raspberry then kissed Perry again. Perry let me sit up so I kissed her again, "I love you," taking her jaw in my hand and kissing her again. "I love you too... Dad." That got more laughs from the crew. We managed to get dusted off amongst lots of back slaps and hugs and congratulations from the guys. I was on cloud nine the rest of the day, and we took Dane and Sarah out for a nice meal and broke the news to them. Both were overjoyed and soon had half the restaurant cheering for us. I could only smile and kiss her...me... a dad... again!!! Vince told me Thursday morning he would need the wall jacks Friday and would drop them off Saturday morning so we were all set, plenty of tarps and ropes to cover what we could get put up. Saturday morning at the crack of dawn we were invaded. There was a knock on the door and I slipped my pants on to get the jacks from Vince and about fell on my ass when I opened the door. There was Vince with a big grin on his face... and about a dozen trucks pulled in behind him. "Bout time you two get out of bed, you can't get her any more pregnant than she already is you know." I must have had quite the look on my face from his expression. "Go put some clothes on, grab your plans, and meet us up there." he turned back to the guys and pointed up the access road. I scrambled back inside and started pulling my shirt on, "What's up Sean?" Perry asked with a bit of concern. "Vince is here." "Yeah." "With all three crews," I said trying to button my shirt up while watching her pull the covers down to seduce me into coming back to bed. "WHAT?!" Perry jumped out of bed making me smile at her bare ass jiggling. She pulled on a shirt and jeans not bothering with her thong or bra and we headed up the hill to the house. We got up there as the guys were getting out compressors and uncoiling air hoses. Looking around a bit dumb founded, "What... what are you guys doing here?" I asked. They gathered around Vince, "Well we took a vote. Now we could do all the traditional things for you guys, bachelor party, bachelorette party, bridal shower, baby shower, all that kind of stuff. Or we could do what we do best and put your shell up." I just stood there staring at Vince, then scanned his crew all smiling at us. Perry just covered her mouth trying not to cry and backed into me. "Well give me the plans and let's see what you have." I held them out still a bit stunned, Vince took them grinning at us and laid them out on my pile of walls. He looked them over and then called us to him making a few suggestions on some changes. Once he explained them they made a lot of sense and then the crews went to work. The tarps were pulled and my walls were being stood up. Vince was chalk lining things while Perry and I scrambled to get the forks on the skid steer and move the piles of lumber out from under the decking and up to the top side still a bit stunned. Seventeen guys were peeling off lumber and laying out walls almost before I set the pile down. Excuse me, fifteen guys and two of the best, most talented, female framers, no scratch that, framers period. That got me a grin. They were like ants at a picnic, I kept bringing lumber around and Perry ran to the store for burgers and hot dogs. It wasn't much but it was the least we could do. By the time we broke for lunch at eleven they had all the first floor walls up and had started setting the joists for the second floor. We'd both been around build sites before, but with three crews it was going up like magic. By afternoon break the second floor joists were set and the decking on. Vince was laying out the upstairs walls and the crews were starting to assemble them. Sally came over to us, "Where's the rest of your lumber? We're short on two by fours and several ceiling joists." I had to gulp and look between her and Vince. "We uh, we hadn't bought any more yet." "Oh... windows and doors?" "Just what's downstairs. We didn't plan on getting to this stage for quite a while." "Okay, I'll check and see what we can do." Sally went down stairs to our 'shop' area, then called us down to explain what we had planned for the windows. Luckily our plan was fairly generic and several of the windows we had for the first floor would fit in the holes on the second. The two that we didn't have they would three quarter cut the panels letting me finish the last of the cut from the inside to pop the windows in. The holes already cut on the main floor would have to be plasticed until I got windows in them but they would be on the ground floor. By the end of the day we were four ceiling joists short and several stub walls, but it was mainly whole. We pulled the big tarps over and thanked each and every one of them profusely. They had saved us several months of time in getting the shell up. For as busy as the day had been we just walked the house hand in hand in awe. We had done little bits here and there for many months, and here was our house with the shell three quarter completed. We could visualize where things would go, how we would lay out the bedrooms. We could look out the windows and see the valley below. We splurged and went to IHOP for endless pancakes to celebrate. If it hadn't been quite as chilly Perry would have spread her blanket and slept in our new bedroom that night. We woke to a nice sunny morning, a bit earlier than our usual for a Sunday. Grinning at each other and talking about the house when we heard a big truck go roaring up the access road. "They working on the cell tower?" Perry asked. "On a Sunday?" I headed for my shirt and pants hearing more trucks go up the road. I had just stepped out the door with Perry a few feet behind me and I dropped to the edge of the deck and just sat there. One of Vince's big trucks just went by with four bundles of plywood on the back. I was just starting to get some strength in my legs when one of the guys came up the road in the big high loader with the wide work platform on the forks. I pulled Perry to me and we hugged and cried. Yes I'll admit it, we just cried a bit, then pulled ourselves together and walked hand in hand up the hill. The tarp was being pulled off as the last few things from yesterday were being finished. The high loader was lifting a few pieces of plywood up for a temporary deck to do the roof rafters, followed by several long boards. We came up behind Vince and I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around grinning. "Vince, I don't have the money to pay you for this lumber." His grin never faltered, "Pay me when you can, or take it off my bill." I didn't know what to say, neither did Perry, she just reached up and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Vince looked at me grinning, "Don't you even think about it," pointing a finger at me. I gave him a big hug anyway. Sally and Valerie yelled down 'hubba hubba.' By early afternoon we had a mostly dried in shell. It was just a layer of felt on the roof, but it would keep most of the rain out until I could get some shingles on in a few weeks. Vince would loan me the compressor and nailer when I got to them. We waited until Wednesday to tell Dane and Sarah about the house, with plans to stay in town Friday night and come out Saturday to show it to them. Dane wanted to go right that minute even in the dark and begged us to head right back out Friday evening when we got home. We tortured Dane Saturday morning. We stayed in bed for a while, then took our time with breakfast and showers. He was literally dragging Perry by the hand out to the truck and pestering Sarah to hurry up and get in. Sarah gasped a little seeing my semi trailer house for the first time, but it was my turn when we came to the top. There was our house with almost a dozen guys crawling on it and Spanish music blaring to the hills. Dane was out the door as soon as I stopped with Sarah following and trying to control him. I just sat there and stared. "Sean," Perry asked, "who are those guys?" "That's José and his crew..." "Did you..." I looked at her and shook my head. "How did they..." all I could do was shrug. We got out of the truck slowly, walking to the house with my arm around Perry's shoulder. We made it half way when a short robust woman came at us with arms out letting loose a string of Spanish faster than any one I had ever heard before. I was pulled down for a big hug and a kiss on each cheek, then it was open arms to Perry and the same for her as José came up behind his mother grinning. "Mister Sean, so good to see you after all this time," sticking his had out for what I know would be a nice firm shake. "José, how..." He grinned never letting go of my hand, "Mister Vince told me you were getting married, to a real woman." Perry grinned and his mother said something in Spanish and he responded. "And we can't have el bebé sleeping in the trailer now can we?" There was another string of Spanish and she stepped back a little and held Perry's arms wide. "When are you due?" José translated. "Late November." José translated back and then one of the guys yelled something down from the roof and he turned to take care of it and Perry was drug off by his mother to walk the house. I caught up with him after he took care of the problem, "José, How can you do this?" "You no worry Mister Sean. I used all my extra grays." I looked at him in awe. José would hang onto all his extra shingle bundles in his four main colors, piling them up until he had a healthy stash and then find a deserving family to re-roof their house. They had some color variations being from different lots, but they were good shingles. "I should pay you something for all this. I don't know what to say." José grinned and nodded to the ladies, "Say you won't tell them the top row and ridge caps will be black." I couldn't speak, every word stuck in my throat. I pulled him to me with one hand and gave him the biggest hug I could. When I found my voice, "I'll say each and every one of you is invited to the wedding." By two that afternoon we had a fully dried in shell. We walked and talked with Dane and Sarah until almost sunset. When we came back out the front we found Sarah just staring off over the valley, strangely quiet that evening taking them home. With just a few words we decided to add one more room next to the downstairs bathroom... for when Sarah came to stay. By mutual consent, we pulled the mattress from the camper and all the blankets we had and slept in our bedroom in the new house that night. Over the next few months we got our power connected, our bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen completed enough that after our wedding on the front lawn with all our friends in attendance I could carry Perry up the stairs and over the threshold. The only small fly in the ointment was something that didn't happen. I invited Jackie and the kids to the wedding, but they had a ski trip planned and couldn't change the reservation. Where do you go skiing in the middle of the summer? \_ It was the first part of September, Dane was staying with his grandmother giving us a night alone. A night alone with Perry spread out on the blanket on the front deck in all her naked pregnant glory. My face wet with her juices as I look over her swollen belly seeing her now slightly larger tits rising and falling. I could see her grin even if she didn't raise her head, "You don't think you're done yet do you?" I got to my knees and slipped between her spread knees, sliding in to her waiting pussy bottoming out as my belly met hers. "You getting fat woman." Perry's head came up with a gasp and then a grin, "Fuck me before you keel over old man." She dug her heels in my ass and pulled me in even deeper. I did as told and just enjoyed my wife's tight pussy watching her tits jiggle as I did. Going in and out making her gasp and then scream to the hills in her third orgasm of the evening. "You hormones are going to kill me..." I gasped as I rolled to her side sliding my hand across her tight belly. We laid there a bit then Perry turned and rolled on top of me, "Well then I better do it up right." Perry settled with her belly in my chest and her tits in mine licking and sucking my cock back to life. I tried to lift my head to her pussy but her belly held her just high enough to keep her out of reach. I blew into her spread lips making her jump, "This isn't fair." "Mmmmmm," Perry hummed around my firming cock then sat up with a pop letting her pussy settle momentarily to my face. I got a few licks in before she hopped up with more energy than should be allowed and spun around to hover over my now aching cock. "Well maybe this will make up for it." Perry reached down, raised me up enough to sink down and envelope me again. Perry rode me to her finish, I think I dribbled a little in her but I'm not sure as my consciousness drifted away... \_ I was flexing my hand to get some circulation back in it while I watched the nurse cut the umbilical cord. She brought him up to Perry to nurse. "What's his name?" I turned my head to answer but Perry beat me to it, "Sean Michael Williams Junior." I almost fell over on her looking her in the eye. She crooked her finger and puckered up. I leaned over to give her a kiss, totally shocked at naming him after me. Perry grinned up at my reaction and whispered, "I still want a girl next time..." \_ \_ *Thank you for reading my stories, and an additional disclaimer if you don't mind. Yes, I need an editor. If you read my beginning disclaimers and acknowledgements I did not pay homage to my editor. Real life has raised its ugly head and he has needed to take a sabbatical. If you would like to apply as a substitute or co-editor feel free to contact me or leave a comment. 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