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ge Seite der Absperrung bewegte. Er dachte, solange die Fremdenfuehrerin mit den anderen beschaeftigt war, koennte er unauffaellig nach dem Geheimgang suchen. Doch die Fledermaeusin hatte ihn anscheinend immer im Auge. "Ich... aehm... entschuldigen sie, ich suchte nur..." "Das Tagebuch von Flapp?" unterbrach sie ihn und lachte. "Kommen sie her, ich erzaehle ihnen vom Tagebuch." Erschrocken und erstaunt gesellte sich Dustin wieder zu der Gruppe und hoerte Natalja zu. Und schon der erste Satz machte Dustin mehr als nervoes. "Das Tagebuch gibt es!" begann sie, und Dustin rutschte das Herz in die Hosen. "...allerdings nur in den Koepfen jener, die daran glauben." fuhr sie fort und warf Dustin einen eindeutigen Blick zu. "Verdammt!" hallte es in seinem Kopf. Das konnte doch nicht wahr sein! Natalja fuhr fort: "Selbst wenn mein Onkel, der beruehmt-beruechtigte Graf von und zu Flapp, dieses Buch je geschrieben haette, so wuerde er es ganz gewiss nicht hier in die Bibliothek stellen." Wieder blickte sie zu Dustin, der mit mit eingekniffenem Schwanz verlegen auf den Boden starrte. "Allerdings jagen wir auch wehement jeden Einbrecher zum Teufel, ganz gleich ob er nach nicht existenten Buechern sucht oder nach unserem Familienschatz. Vor zwei Jahren erst hat einer, der es versuchte, fast mit seinem Leben bezahlt..." Die Zuhoerer schauderten. Doch Dustin wusste, wer gemeint war. Sein Informant, von dem er von der Existenz des Buches ueberhaupt erst erfahren hatte. Nein, Natalja konnte erzaehlen was sie wollte, fuer Dustin existierte das Buch! "So, meine Damen und Herren, wenn sie mir jetzt bitte weiter nach oben folgen wollen, wir steigen auf den Schlossturm, von wo aus wir eine aeusserst interessante Sicht ueber das Land haben. Auf dem Rueckweg nach unten haben sie uebrigens die Gelegenheit, einmal einen der beruehmten Geheimgaenge zu benutzen." Ein Raunen ging durch die Gruppe, die sich die enge Wendetreppe hinaufquaelte. Dustin wusste aber bereits, welcher Geheimgang gemeint war. Der Turm war von aussen viel dicker, und fast drei Meter dicke Turmwaende machen nicht viel Sinn - es sei denn, man will einen geheimen Fluchtweg zwischen eigentlicher Treppe und Aussenmauer verstecken. Ausserdem kannte Dustin den Grundriss. Nach der wirklich atemberaubenden Aussicht von der Turmzinne ging es dann auch durch den bereits von Dustin vermuteten Geheimgang wieder nach unten. Er hatte das Gefuehl, es ginge tiefer nach unten, als er vorhin nach oben gegangen war. Und tatsaechlich endete der Gang direkt im Keller, besser gesagt im Weinkeller. Auch hier waren die Regale mit den kostbaren Flaschen durch Seile verhaengt. "Hier sehen sie unseren beruehmten Weinkeller. Einige der edelsten Tropfen lagern hier. Vieles von dem, was sie hier sehen, koennen sie uebrigens auch in unserem Schlossrestaurant probieren. Taeglich geoeffnet von 12 bis 22 Uhr. Wenn sie mir jetzt bitte weiter folgen moechten." Weiter ging die Tour durch die engen Kellergewoelbe, deren Waende von kuenstlichen Fackeln erleuchtet wurden. Schwere verschlossene Eichenholztueren links und rechts des Ganges weckten die Neugier der Besucher, doch Natalja schuettelte immer nur mit dem Kopf. "Familienbesitz, nicht fuer Besucher zugaenglich." Leichter Verwesungsgeruch stieg in Dustins feine Nase. "Kann es sein, dass sich hinter den Tueren die Familiengruft befindet?" fragte er neugierig. Natalja nickte. "Sie haben Recht, es waere sicherlich fuer jeden von ihnen interessant, eine echte Vampirgruft zu sehen, aber die Familie wuenscht es nicht." Sie laechelte. "Ausserdem schlaeft der Graf grade und moechte nicht gestoert werden." Sie zwinkerte den Leuten zu und jeder verstand den Scherz. "Kommen sie mit, ich zeige ihnen den Folterkeller." Zahlreiche historische Folterinstrumente waren in dem Gewoelbe untergebracht, von der Streckbank bis hin zur Eisernen Jungfer. "Wann wurden die zum letzten Mal benutzt?" wollte ein Besucher wissen. "Offiziell das letzte Mal im Zweiten Weltkrieg, als die Russen sich hier einquartiert hatten. Rumaenien kaempfte damals auf Seiten der Deutschen, und so haben die Sowjets nach dem Einmarsch den Folterkeller genutzt um Exempel zu statuieren." Natalja erzaehlte noch viel blutigere Geschichten aus der ferneren Vergangenheit, aber auch von den 'besonderen' Touristen, die den Folterkeller stundenweise fuer ihre Spiele mieten wollten. Als die Blitzlichter der Kameras langsam abgeklungen waren, erklaerte Natalja die Fuehrung fuer beendet. Ueber eine kleine Treppe ging es nach oben auf den Schlosshof und von dort aus zurueck zum Haupteingang. Schon waehrend Dustin das Schloss verliess und sich auf den Weg ins Tal machte, schmiedete er plaene fuer die morgige Nacht. Er wusste jetzt, wo er suchen musste. Noch einmal drehte er sich um. Dustin hatte das gefuehl, Natalja wuerde ihn beobachten, doch schnell blickte sie aus der Ferne wieder in eine andere Richtung. Er schuettelte den Kopf. Zurueck im Hotel stellte er sich seinen Reisewecker. Es war zwar erst kurz vor 20 Uhr und noch hell draussen, aber er war muede und brauchte Schlaf. Der Wecker wuerde um Mitternacht klingeln, im Schutz der Dunkelheit wollte er das Schloss observieren. Herausfinden, ob und wie stark es bewacht wuerde. Wann das Licht ausging, wann die Zeit am guenstigsten fuer den Einstieg war. Schnell schlief der erschoepfte Dingo ein, bis ihn das Klingeln aus dem Schlaf riss. Schnell war er wach und angezogen. So gern er auch seine helle Mehrzweckhose hatte, fuer diese naechtliche Mission brauchte er dunkle Kleidung. So schluepfte er in einen schwarzen Overall, zog sich schwarze Handschuhe ueber die Pfoten und setzte sich eine dunkle Muetze auf. Nur sein helles Gesicht, sein Schweif und seine Hinterpfoten wuerden ihn jetzt noch verraten. Doch andererseits koennte auch gerade der im mondbeschienenen Wald eine gute Tarnung sein. Er steckte noch sein Fernglas ein und schloss dann leise hinter sich ab. Dustin schlich sich auf leisen Sohlen nach unten und verliess das Hotel durch den Hinterausgang. Der halbe Mond stand hoch am Himmel, tauchte die schlafende Stadt in ein fahles Licht. Er sputete sich und joggte die paar Kilometer zum Schloss hinauf. Hinter einem dicken Baum versteckte er sich und beobachtete das dunkle Schloss, das im Dunkel der Nacht richtig unheimlich aussah. In einem Fenster des Haupthauses brannte noch Licht, und durch sein Fernglas konnte er die Umrisse einer Fledermaus erkennen. Es konnte sich nur um Natalja handeln, denn die Umrisse waren eindeutig weiblich. Und zur Zeit wohnte ausser ihr nur der Graf persoenlich im alten Gemaeuer. Natalja schien sich schlafen zu legen, denn der Schatten am Fenster zog sich offensichtlich ein paar Kleidungsstuecke aus. Der Schatten am Fenster verschwand, und kurz darauf erlosch auch das Licht. Dustin schaute auf die Leuchtziffern seiner Armbanduhr. Fast ein Uhr in der Nacht. Er gaehnte, eine Eule liess ihren Ruf durch den Wald hallen, und hier und da raschelte das Getier im Unterholz. Dustin wartete noch ein paar Minuten, dann erkundete er vorsichtig das Gelaende, untersuchte die hohen, fensterlosen Mauern. Es musste doch eine Moeglichkeit geben, eine Stelle, an der er ohne viel Muehe ueber die Mauer kaeme. Doch selbst an der niedrigsten Stelle war die Mauer fast zehn Meter hoch. Es wuerde viel Kraft kosten, den Wurfhaken darueber zu werfen. Wieder musste er gaehnen. Sein Entschluss war gefasst, morgen Nacht wuerde er das Tagebuch in seinen Pfoten halten! Es war kurz vor drei Uhr, als Dustin wieder in sein Hotelzimmer zurueckkehrte. Todmuede war er, nur noch schlafen wollte er. Unmotiviert befreite er sich von seinen Klamotten und liess sich ins Bett fallen. Kaum hatte er die Augen geschlossen, befand er sich auch schon im Reich der Traeume... * + + + + Ein Sonnenstrahl weckte ihn. "Hatschi!" musste Dustin niesen, er gaehnte und setzte sich dann aufrecht hin. Er rieb sich den Schlaf aus den Augen und schaute zur Uhr. "Huch, schon 14 Uhr?" fragte er sich selbst ganz erstaunt. Das hiess, er hatte fast 11 Stunden geschlafen. Noch einmal musste er gaehnen, streckte seine Glieder und stand dann auf. Sein erster Weg fuehrte ihn ins Bad. Eine Dusche, das hatte er noetig. Fruehstuecken, oder besser: Mittag essen, das wuerde er unterwegs bei einem der zahlreichen Grillstuben machen. Er musste noch Geld wechseln, mit den ganzen Dollars in seiner Tasche fuehlte er sich doch nicht so ganz wohl. Erst gegen 18 Uhr kehrte der Dingo wieder zurueck von seinem Stadtrundgang mit kleinem Einkaufsbummel. Dustin war jetzt Multimillionaer - zumindest in rumaenischer Waehrung. Doch bis zu seiner naechtlichen Mission wuerden noch einige Stunden vergehen. Gewissenhaft bereitete er schon einmal alles vor, seinen Rucksack, die dunklen Klamotten, den Wurfhaken und das Seil. War es auch lang genug? Vorsichtshalber mass er noch einmal nach. * + + + + Endlich, die Turmuhr der nahen Kirche schlug Mitternacht. Schon laengst hatte sich Dustin angezogen und wartete nur auf die richtige Zeit. Jetzt war es soweit, wieder schlich er sich hinten aus dem Hotel, den langen Weg zum Schloss hinauf. Alles war dunkel, alles war still. Vorsichtig und bemueht, moeglichst wenig Krach zu machen, drueckte er sich durch die Gebuesche an der massiven Mauer aus groben Feldsteinen entlang, bis er an der richtigen Stelle war. Er ging ein paar Schritte zurueck, um genuegend Raum zum Ausholen zu haben, holte das Seil und den Haken aus dem Rucksack und fluchte leise in die Nacht, weil sich das Seil verknotet hatte. Nach zwei Minuten hatte er das Seil entwirrt und war bereit zum Werfen. Oft hatte er dies geuebt, und nun musste es klappen. Mit viel Schwung sauste der Haken durch die Luft und knallte lautstark gegen die Mauer. "Sch...!" fluchte Dustin und blieb muchsmaeuschenstill. Nichts ruehrte sich, alles blieb dunkel. Der naechste Versuch. Wieder holte Dustin so gut er konnte aus und schleuderte den Haken nach oben. Diesmal hatte er Glueck. Mit einem leisen "Klonk" landete der Haken ueber der Mauer und verkeilte sich zwischen den Zinnen. Dustin zog und das Seil hielt. "Dann mal los!" gab er sich Mut und hangelte sich an der zerkluefteten Mauer das Seil herauf. Nur nicht nach unten gucken, einen Sturz aus dieser Hoehe wuerde er kaum ueberleben. Oben auf der Mauer angekommen wischte er sich erstmal den Schweiss von der Stirn. Nun stand er auf dem Wehrgang, und auf der anderen Seite der Mauer befand sich der Schlosshof. Lautlos zog er das Seil hinauf und verstaute es wieder im Rucksack. Nur keine Spuren hinterlassen. Dustin schaute sich um. Seine Augen hatten sich gut an die Dunkelheit gewoehnt, so dass er am Ende des Wehrgangs eine Tuer entdeckte. Auf leisen Sohlen schlich er sich dort hin, nur um feststellen zu muessen, dass die Tuer verschlossen war. Doch Dustin gab nicht auf, er versuchte es in die andere Richtung. Auch hier gab es eine Tuer in einem der Wehrtuerme. Glueck gehabt, hier war offen. Die einzige Alternative waere ein Abseilen in den etwa vier Meter tieferen Schlosshof gewesen. Eine steinerne Wendeltreppe fuehrte nach unten, bis zu einer offenen Holztuer. Zu Dustins Erleichterung quietschte die Tuer nicht, als er sie vorsichtig oeffnete und den Hof betrat. Das grosse Hauptportal des Schlosses war geschlossen und wurde vom fahlen Mondlich gespenstisch angeleuchtet. Der Dingo machte sich erst gar nicht die Muehe dorthin zu schleichen, nein, er hatte eine bessere Idee: Der Eingang war mit grosser Wahrscheinlichkeit gesichert, so wuerde er es ueber den kleinen Umweg durch den Folterkeller versuchen. Nach einer kurzen Suche fand er unter den vielen kleinen Tueren und Toren, die vom Hof abgingen, diejenige in den Keller. Es zahlte sich aus, an der Besichtigung teilgenommen zu haben. Erstaunt bemerkte Dustin, dass die kleine Holztuer sperrangelweit offen stand. "Ungewoehnlich", dachte er sich, als er in das dunkle Kellerloch starrte. Aufmerksam schaute Dustin sich um, dann kramte er leise seine Taschenlampe aus dem Rucksack. Vorsichtig tastete er sich die Stufen hinunter, und erst als er weit genug vom Eingang entfernt war, schaltete er die Lampe an. Jetzt, nur vom Schein der Taschenlampe erhellt, wirkte das alte Gewoelbe mit all den Folterinstrumenten noch viel unheimlicher. Auf der Streckbank breitete er noch einmal seine Schatzkarte aus, um den Weg zu erfahren. Zwischen Gruft und Bibliothek gab es einen Geheimgang, und von der Bibliothek aus gab es einen weiteren Geheimweg in kleine Kammer. Genau hier vermutete Dustin das Versteck des Buches. So energisch, wie Natalja ihn vom Untersuchen des Buecherschrankes abgehalten hatte, musste es einfach dort sein. Schnell faltete er den Plan wieder zusammen und eilte leise durch das Gewoelbe. Dustin erschauderte. Die schwere Eichenholztuer zur Familiengruft stand offen. Ein modriger Luftzug wehte ihm entgegen und sorgte fuer Gaensehaut unter dem Fell. Die Warnungen vor dem Grafen draengten jetzt wieder in sein Bewusstsein. Er schluckte und leuchtete langsam um die Ecke. Kein Lebenszeichen, kein Laut, Stille. Spinnenweben hingen von der Decke, die schemenhaften Umrisse von Saergen waren im schwachen Licht der Lampe zu sehen. Alle waren sie intakt und verschlossen. Alle bis auf einen. Der schwere Holzdeckel lag quer neben dem Sarg, und er war leer. Es lief ihm kalt den Ruecken herunter. Den Ausbuchtungen der Polsterung nach hatte hier naemlich jemand gelegen. Schnell wollte er diesen Ort verlassen, und so hastete er durchs Dunkel, den schmalen und langen Gang zur Buecherei hinauf. Staendig blickte er nach hinten, aber niemand verfolgte ihn. Endlich, es ging nach oben, eine Wendeltreppe hinauf, bis er vor einer massiven Holzwand stand. Dustin blickte nach oben, nach unten. Schnell stellte er fest, dass es eine Art Drehtuer war, so presste er dagegen bis ein Spalt offen war, breit genug, um hindurch zu schluepfen. Die Bibliothek, geschafft! "Ha!" begruesste ihn eine laute weibliche Stimme. "Ich wusste doch du wuerdest wiederkommen!" Dustin erschrak zur Salzsaeule, bewegungsunfaehig befand er sich im Spalt zwischen Buecherschrank und Geheimgang. Alle Sinne schrien nach einer schnellen Flucht, doch sein Fleisch gehorchte nicht. Wie angewurzelt stand er in der Ecke und suchte die Quelle der Stimme. "Hier oben!" rief die Stimme erneut und Dustin blickte an die Decke. Eine dunkle Gestalt hing Kopfueber herunter und war offenbar in ihre Fluegel gehuellt. Dustin erkannte die Stimme jetzt wieder, es war Natalja. "Ihr Abenteurer gebt wohl nie auf, was?" sagte sie schon etwas ruhiger zu ihm und liess sich von der Decke auf den Boden gleiten. Langsam kam sie auf den voellig paralysierten Dustin zu. "Keine Sorge, ich tu dir nichts", redete sie jetzt beruhigend auf Dustin ein, "sei nur froh, dass du nicht meinem Onkel begegnet bist!" "Ich... aehm... da unten... Sarg offen..." war das einzige, was Dustin herausstottern konnte. "He, Kleiner. Sag mir erstmal, wie Du heisst." "Kleiner?" dachte sich Dustin leicht empoert, war er doch fast eine Kopf groesser als die Fledermaeusin vor ihm. "Dustin", antwortete er schliesslich, nachdem er wieder etwas Mut gefasst hatte. Er trat aus dem Spalt heraus und stand nun vor Natalja. "Dustin, hm?" sagte sie zu ihm und musterte ihn von oben bis unten. Er konnte im Halbdunkel zwar kaum etwas von ihr erkennen, aber sie als Fledermaus hatte wohl bessere Augen und erkannte jedes Detail an ihm. "Hast Du auch einen Nachnamen, Dustin?" "Digby, Dustin Digby. Und Du bist dann wohl Natalja von Flapp, habe ich Recht?" Da sie ihn dutzte, tat er das gleiche mit ihr. "Natalja von und zu Flapp", betonte sie. "Ich lege wert auf meinen Namen" "Das klingt, als ob dein voller Name etwas laenger waere", forschte Dustin. "Ich koennte es dir sagen", fluesterte Natalja ihm zu und strich mit ihrer krallenbewehrten Pfote ueber seinen Kopf, "aber du koenntest es dir weder merken noch buchstabieren. Also frage nicht weiter danach." "Und was wird jetzt mit mir geschehen?" fragte Dustin vorsichtig nach. "Ich werde dir geben was du suchst, aber du wirst es nicht haben wollen", eroeffnete Natajla ueberraschend. "Wieso?" fragte Dustin neugierig-ueberrascht nach. "Das wirst du schon sehen", hielt ihn Natalja hin, "aber zuerst will ich etwas von dir!" Dustin erschauderte. Was koennte sie wollen? Geld? Wohl kaum. "Ich will dich aussaugen!" hauchte sie dem verschrecktem Dustin ins Gesicht. Ihm rutsche das Herz in die Hose. Dennoch pochte es fuehlbar schmerzhaft, sein Puls raste, Todesangst. Er schluckte und versuchte sich nichts anmerken zu lassen. Er oeffnte die Schnute, aber er war unfaehig einen Ton hervorzubringen. Natalja erkannte die Angst im Gesicht ihres naechtlichen Besuchs. Sie grinste, so dass Dustin ihre spitzen weissen Eckzaehne im Dunkeln schimmern sah. "Ich will nicht dein Blut...", sagte sie schliesslich und machte eine lange Pause. "Ich will deine Maennlichkeit!" Erleichterung und Ueberraschung machte sich breit. Er haette mit allem gerechnet, aber nicht damit! Er war sprachlos, ihm fiel einfach nichts dazu ein. War das alles nur ein Traum? Bestimmt. Gleich wuerde er aufwachen und auf den Wecker schauen. "Du bist suess, Dustin", holte ihn Natalja aus seinen Ueberlegungen, "komm hier herueber." Sie nahm den verwunderten Dingo an die Hand und ging mit ihm quer durch die Bibliothekshalle. Ein Polstersessel stand hier in einer Ecke. "Setz dich", forderte sie ihn auf und er folgte ihr. Es kam ihm immer noch so vor wie ein Traum. Durch die grossen Fenster schien etwas Mondlicht auf ihren schlanken Koerper, der in ein schwarzes Gewand gehuellt war. "Lehn dich zurueck, Dustin", sagte sie zu ihm und kniete sich vor ihm auf den mit weichen Teppichen gepolsterten Boden. Dustin beschloss, die Dinge geschehen zu lassen und lehnte sich zurueck, versuchte sich zu entspannen. Natalja liess ihre Pfoten ueber seinen Koerper wandern, entlang seiner Flanken, an den Schenkeln herunter und wieder herauf. Dustin konnte gar nicht anders, er begann schneller zu atmen und genoss die Zaertlichkeiten. Eine groesser werdende Beule in seinem Overall verriet der Fledermaeusin seine langsam steigende Erregung. Schnell hatte sie den langen Reissverschluss seines Overalls geoeffnet und fuhr mit ihren Pfoten durch sein weiches Brustfell. Dustins nun aus ihrem Gefaengnis befreite Maennlichkeit zuckte erregt in die Luft. "Was haben wir denn da Feines?" sagte Natalja verfuehrerisch und kraulte vorsichtig Dustins flauschigen Sack. Mit ihrer anderen Pfote streichelte sie sanft ueber den steif aufgerichteten Dingo-Liebesmuskel. Dustin stoehnte und presste sich sich in den Sessel, seine Pfoten krallten sich in die Armlehnen. Aber Natalja verzichtete auf eine Antwort, statt dessen umschloss sie seinen Staender mit ihrer Pfote und leckte mit ihrer heissen Zungenspitze ueber seine freiliegende Penisspitze. Dustin biss die Zaehne zusammen, wollte am liebsten laut aufstoehnen. Es war ein schreckliches Gefuehl, schrecklich quaelend, kitzelnd, juckend. Aber es war auch unbeschreiblich erregend, geil. Lange wuerde er diese Quaelerei nicht aushalten, das wusste auch Natalja. So hoerte sie fuer einen Moment mit dem Zungenspiel auf, und der sich windende Dustin hatte eine kurze Verschnaufpause. "Na mein

Lieber, das hattest du nicht erwartet, was?" fragte sie ihn und leckte sich verfuehrerisch die Lippen. Dustin konnte darauf einfach nichts erwidern, er schuettelte einfach nur den Kopf. Nein, das hatte er wirklich nicht erwartet. Wieder fuhr sie mit ihren Krallen durch sein Brust- und Bauchfell, brachte seinen Koerper zum erschaudern. Wohlige Schauer liefen ihm ueber den Ruecken, als sie langsam ihre niedliche Schnauze ueber sein bestes Stueck stuelpte. Dustin stoehnte auf und genoss den Anblick, wie sie mit ihrer rechten Pfote weiterhin seinen Schaft umklammert hielt, um besser an seinem Staender lutschen zu koennen. Und sie machte ihren Job wirklich gut, Dustin hatte Muehe, sich an eine vergleichbare Erfahrung zu erinnern. Natalja schien eine wahre Meisterin der Zungenakrobatik zu sein, so gekonnt verwoehnte sie seinen empfindlichen Liebesmuskel. Dustin begann immer heftiger zu atmen, inzwischen massierte die niedliche Fledermaeusin seinen prallen Dingopenis im Zusammenspiel von Schauze und Pfote, immer schneller und heftiger. Sie wollte es, sie brauchte es. Sie wollte ihn unbedingt kommen lassen, sein Sperma aus ihm heraus saugen. Der Dingo begann die Kontrolle ueber sich zu verlieren, stoehnte laut auf, sein Koerper begann sich zu verkrampfen. Dustin spuerte, wie es in seiner Lendengegend immer enger wurde, wie die Saefte in ihm langsam nach oben stiegen. Quaelend langsam brachte sie ihn seinem Orgasmus entgegen. "Komm, Dustin... gib mir alles... lass mich dich aussaugen..." stoehnte sie zwischenzeitlich und toernte den aufgegeilten Dingo damit noch weiter an. Ja, er wollte es ihr geben. Ihr seinen Saft in den Rachen spritzen, in diese niedliche hungrige Fledermausschnautze! Dustin zuckte, vergrub seine Krallen in der Polsterlehne. Sein Koerper versteifte sich, jeder Muskel hart wie Stahl. "Nnnggg...", er stoehnte kurz auf, biss die Zaehne zusammen, und mit hohem Druck verliess sein heisser Liebessaft seinen knueppelharten Staender. Dustin spritze ihr alles in den Rachen, so viel, dass die kleine Fledermaeusin Probleme mit dem Schlucken hatte, ein paar weisse Tropfen liefen ihr an den Leftzen herunter. Natalja saugte und saugte, bis nichts mehr aus dem erschoepften Dingo herauszuholen war. Erschoepft sank Dustin im Sessel zusammen, waehrend sich Natalja die Reste von den Lippen leckte. "Immer noch interessiert am Tagebuch meines Onkels?" fragte sie schliesslch zufrieden laechelnd. "Uh-hu", keuchte der sprichwoertlich ausgelutschte Dustin und nickte. Vorsichtig dirigierte er seinen erschlaffendes Glied zurueck in die Fellspalte und zog den Reissverschluss seines Overalls hoch. Dann stand er auf und hielt sich am Sessel fest. Seine Knie waren noch etwas weich, aber sonst war er wieder fit. "Dann folge mir", forderte sie ihn auf ging zu einem der massiven Buecherschraenke. Wie Dustin schon vermutet hatte, befand sich hier eine Geheimtuer. Natalja zog zielsicher eines der Buecher heraus, und der schwere Schrank rueckte wie durch Geisterhand bewegt einen Meter zur Seite. Kaum waren beide auf dere anderen Seite, betaetigte Natalja einen Hebel an der Wand und die Tuer schloss sich. Nun war es so dunkel, dass man die Pfote vor Augen nicht sehen konnte. "Etwas Licht gefaellig?" fragte Natalja und mit einem Klick wurde es hell. Dustins Augen brauchten eine Weile, bis sie sich an die Helligkeit gewoehnt hatten, doch dann konnte er sein Umfeld erkennen. Die beiden befanden sich in einem kleinen Zimmer, etwa drei mal vier Meter gross. Ein altmodischer Schreibtisch nebst Drehstuhl, ein grosser Buecherschrank und ein Tresor befanden sich darin. Die Waende waren weiss getuencht und mit roten Samtvorhaengen bedeckt, doch was den Raum erst richtig fuellte, war das auffaellige Bett. Es war ein Doppelbett, eines dieser altmodischen metallenen Bettgestelle, eine kunstvolle Schmiedearbeit. "Mein Onkel hat schon vor mehreren Jahren aufgehoert, weiter an seinem Tagebuch zu schreiben", eroeffnete sie dem sich umschauenden Dustin. "Er bat mich, es fuer ihn aufzubewahren. Ich habe es hier in meinem Tresor liegen, aber bevor ich es dir zeige, habe ich noch eine Bitte." "Welche denn?" fragte Dustin ueberrascht. "Wie gesagt, ich will es dir zuerst nur zeigen, dich einen Blick hineinwerfen lassen. Nur damit du erkennst, warum du damit wahrscheinlich nichts anfangen kannst. Ich muss sichergehen, dass du dir das Buch nicht einfach schnappst und damit abhaust." Dustin war noch ueberraschter. Nicht nur, weil sie auf einmal neue Forderungen stellte, sondern auch, weil er sich beim besten Willen nicht denken konnte, was sie meinte. Wieso sollte die Formel fuer die ewige Jugend nutzlos sein? "Und was willst du noch mit mir machen?" fragte er schliesslich und deutete auf die Tuer. "Die ist doch verschlossen, oder?" "Die geht auch genau so leicht wieder auf", erklaerte Natalja. "Ich will mir sicher sein, dass du nicht einfach abhaust. Zieh dich aus." "Was?" fragte Dustin unglaeubig. "Ausziehen!" wiederholte Natalja ihre Forderung noch einmal und zeigte auf das Bett. "Und dann hinlegen, auf den Ruecken. Du willst doch das Buch, oder?" So langsam war sich Dustin da nicht mehr sicher. Diese Fledermaeusin war merkwuerdig. Hatte sie wirklich das Buch, oder war das alles nur eine Falle? Nein, es gab nur eine Moeglichkeit, dies herauszufinden, sich ihrem Willen zu beugen. Dustin nickte und zog langsam den Reissverschluss herunter. Es war nicht das erste Mal, dass er sich vor einem Weibchen nackt machte, aber das erste Mal in einer solchen Situation. So schaelte er sich aus dem Overall und warf das Kleidungsstueck zusammen mit seinen Handschuhen, dem Rucksack und der Muetze auf den Boden. Er schaute nochmal zu Natalja, die zufrieden nickte, und legte sich dann mit dem Ruecken auf das kuehle, weiche Bett. Es war wohl auf die normalen Fledermaus-Masse ausgelegt, denn Dustin mit seinen 183 Zentimetern war schon fast zu gross dafuer. "Rueck in die Mitte", forderte Natalja, "und Arme und Beine spreizen." Er tat wie ihm befohlen und blickte erwartungsvoll zu Natalja. Seine Fuesse und Pfoten steckten nun zwischen den Metallstreben des Bettgestells, wobei sein Kopf am Fussende lag und seine Fuesse zur Wand zeigten. Er hatte eine duestere Voranhnung, die sich schnell bewahrheiten sollte. Natalja kramte kurz in Dustins Rucksack und brachte das lange Kletterseil zum Vorschein. Mit einem Durchmesser von gut einem Zentimeter und der weichen Oberflaeche war es auch ideal zum Fesseln geeignet - zumindest schien Natalja genau das durch den Kopf zu gehen. Blitzschnell hatte sie alle seine Gliedmassen an das Bettgestell gebunden und ihn so bewegungsunfaehig gemacht. Dustin wusste nicht so recht, was er darueber denken sollte, aber irgendwie gefiel ihm das Ganze auch. Diese Wehrlosigkeit, das Gefesseltsein... das war schon irgendwie erregend. Und wenn er nicht erst ein paar Minuten zuvor einen ziemlichen Abgang gehabt haette, wuerde sicherlich schon sein pochender Knochen bereit stehen. So spielte sich seine Erregung nur in seinem Geiste ab. Fast schon routiniert ueberpruefte Natalja den Sitz des Seils, dass sich ihr Gefangener auch ja nicht selbst befreien konnte. Dann ging sie hinueber zum Tresor und gab die geheime Kombination ein. Klick! Die Tuer war offen. Nur ein einziges zerfleddertes Buch lag darin, ganz offensichtlich mindestens 50 Jahre alt, wenn nicht sogar noch viel aelter. Vorsichtig nahm sie das Buch heraus und legte es auf den Schreibtisch. Wieder Dustin zugewandt, schob sie ihm ein Kissen unter den Kopf, so dass er besser sehen konnte. Dann beugte sie sich mit dem Buch ueber ihn, so dass er das Objekt der Begierde genau betrachten konnte. Nun gab es fuer Dustin keinen Zweifel mehr. Sein Herz schlug schneller, schon am Deckblatt erkannte er, dass es sich wirklich um das echte Buch des Grafen handeln musste. "Umblaettern", bat er Natalja aufgeregt. Was nun folgte, waren seitenlange handschriftliche Aufzeichnungen des Grafen, wieder ein unumstoesslicher Beweis fuer die Echtheit. "Und die Formel?" bat Dustin, "blaetter weiter zur Formel!" Natalja schlug das Buch ein paar Seiten weiter auf und hielt es Dustin vor die Nase. "Da hast du deine Formel." Schnell ueberflog der intelligente Forscher mit geuebtem Blick die vielen kleinen Formeln, die komplizierten Verschachtelungen, Berechnungen. Schnell wich die Aufregung und Freude der Resignation. "Nein, das kann nicht sein! Sag, dass das nicht wahr ist!" sagte er leise und enttaeuscht zu Natalja. "Doch, genau so ist es. Siehst du jetzt, dass deine Muehe vergeblich war? Niemand kann von der Formel profitieren. Niemand ausser den echten Vampiren der Familie zu Flapp." "Ich begreife das nicht... all die Forschungen, all die Investitionen..." Dustin schuettelte den Kopf und blickte enttaeuscht an die Decke. "Vielleicht kann ich deine Enttaeuschung ja etwas lindern..." sagte Natalja geheimnisvoll. "Wie denn?" "Indem ich deine momentane Lage etwas ausnutze." Sie grinste mit einem Grinsen, das nichts Gutes verhiess. "Es kommt selten genug vor, dass ich einen so knackigen Kerl wie dich hier zu Gast habe." Sie leckte sich die Lippen und strich sich provokant ueber ihren jungen Koerper. Im Gegensatz zu Dustin war sie noch immer bekleidet, in einem knoechellangem schwarzen Kleid. Ihre etwa handtellergrossen Brueste zeichneten sich deutlich durch den Stoff ab, und die steifen Nippel verrieten ihre Erregung. Mit einem Griff nach hinten hatte sie das Kleid geoeffnet und liess es an ihrem Koerper zu Boden gleiten. Dustin bekam grosse Augen, als ihr wunderschoener Koerper zum Vorschein kam. Unter dem Kleid trug sie nur einen weissen Slip, der einen schoenen Kontrast zu ihrem dunklen Fell gab. Sie trug keinen BH, ihre schoenen, festen Brueste praesentierten sich ihm in aller Offenheit. Er schluckte. Der Anblick war mehr als erregend, doch unten rum tat sich bei ihm nichts... der letzte Orgasmus war noch nicht lang genug her. "Du, ich weiss das zu schaetzen, aber bei mir tut sich erstmal nichts", entschuldigte er sich, "die Sache vorhin war wohl zu intensiv." Jetzt war es Natalja, die einen enttaeuschten Gesichtsausdruck zeigte. Sie gruebelte etwas, dann stieg sie zu ihm aufs Bett und kniete sich ueber ihn. Langsam beugte sie sich ueber den gefesselten Dingo, bis ihre Schnauze an seinem Ohr war. Dann begann sie zu fluestern: "Es gibt da einen alten Trick, der funktioniert immer. Aber es erfordert viel Vertrauen." Sie machte eine kleine Pause. "Darf ich dich beissen?" Dustin war erschrocken. Sich beissen lassen, von einem Vampir? "I-ich weiss nicht..." sagte er zurueckhaltend. Ihre weissen, spitzen Eckzaehne sahen schon irgendwie gefaehrlich aus. "Keine Sorge, es tut nur am Anfang weh. Ein kleiner Stich, danach nur noch Lust. Und zum Vampir wirst du auch nicht. Ich bin kein echter Vampir, nur eine halbwegs gewoehnliche Fledermaus. Lass es einfach geschehen." Ihre Stimme hatte etwas Beruhigendes an sich, und eigentlich war Dustin ja auch offen fuer neue Erfahrungen. "Okay", stimmte er schliesslich zu, "aber bitte vorsichtig." Natalja nickte und begann ihm durch sein Fell zu streicheln, ihm etwas Entspannung zu geben. Langsam naeherte sie sich mit ihrer Schnauze seinem Hals, er konnte ihren heissen Atem spueren. Sein Herz begann schneller zu schlagen, bis zum Hals, so hatte er das Gefuehl. Jetzt oeffnete sie ihre Schnute, die scharfen Eckzaehne glitten ueber das Fell, suchten eine Ader. Ein Pieks, ein kurzer Schmerz, und dann eine unbeschreibliche Erfahrung. Sterne begannen vor Dustins Augen zu tanzen, eine angenehme Waerme breitete sich vom Hals ausgehend im gesamten Koerper aus. Wohlige Schauer der Lust durchfluteten ihn, brachten ihn zum Stoehnen. Es kribbelte in seinen Hoden, wie ein nie zuvor gespuerter Reiz. Er spuerte, wie sich sein Penis zu versteifen begann, sich seinen Weg aus der Fellscheide suchte. Fordernd drueckte sein Liebesmuskel gegen Nataljas Becken. Endlich loeste Natalja den Biss, ein paar Tropfen frischen Blutes waren noch auf ihren Lippen zu sehen, bevor sie diese wegschleckte. Sie keuchte hoerbar, ihr Koerper bebte vor Erregung. In ihrem weissen Slip war deutlich in grosser nasser Fleck zu sehen. Sie war nicht mehr nur einfach erregt, sie war geil, sprichwoertlich blutgeil. Schnell streifte sie sich den nassen Slip ab und warf ihn achtlos in eine Ecke. Dustin konnte gar nicht reagieren, so schnell geschah das alles. "Ich denke, auf ein Vorspiel koennen wir verzichten", stoehnte Natalja noch zu Dustin, dann griff sie mit der rechten Pfote nach seinem steifen Holm und brachte ihn in Position. Dustin stoehnte leise auf, als sie sich langsam auf seinen Freudenstaender setzte und er tief in sie eindringen konnte. Sie verharrte von ihm voll ausgefuellt fuer einige Sekunden regungslos, dann begann sie ihn leise stoehnend langsam zu reiten. Natalja kniete direkt auf ihm und hatte ihre Beine einfach unter seine geklemmt. So sass sie noch fester im Sattel und konnte ihn herrlich tief in sie spueren. Dustin genoss jeden Augenblick und freute sich ueber den Anblick ihrer prallen Brueste, die im Takt ihrer Stoesse vor ihm wippten. "Oh Dustin... das ist so ...ah... oh... geil... komm, fuelle mich mit deinem Staender", stoehnte sie, waehrend sie sich nach hinten gebeugt mit den Pfoten auf seine Knie stuetzte. Sie genoss jeden Zentimeter von Dustins Lustbolzen, auf dem sie noch immer langsam und geniessend ritt. Dustin war im siebten Himmel. Immer wieder blickte er hoch auf Natalja wippende Brueste und hinunter auf ihren nassen Spalt, in dem sein bestes Stueck ganze Arbeit leistete. Ungewoehlich stark massierte ihn ihr Liebesschlund, selten hatte er etwas derart Intensives erlebt. Nur zu gern wuerde er diese suessen Tittchen in den Pfoten halten, mit den Nippeln spielen. Doch die Fesseln hielten ihn zurueck. Es machte ihn verrueckt, dass er ihr vollkommen ausgeliefert war. Sie bestimmte das Tempo, und das war noch nicht sehr hoch. Immer wieder erwiderte er ihre Reitbewegungen mit einer Gegenbewegung seines Beckens, animierte sie so dazu, schneller zu reiten. "Du willst es schneller?" fragte sie ihn schliesslich und gab auch gleich die Antwort. "Gut, dann sollst du es schneller bekommen." Natalja stuetzte sich jetzt auf Dustins Brustkorb und begann schneller und heftiger auf seiner Maennlichkeit zu reiten. Sie stoehnte, und auch Dustin genoss das gesteigerte Tempo. Doch ploetzlich hielt sie inne. Dustin begann etwas schneller zu atmen, und Natalja spuerte, wie etwas Dickes an Dustins Penisschaft gegen ihre Vagina drueckte. "Ist das dein Knoten?" Dustin nickte. "Meinst du, du kannst ihn aufnehmen?" Natalja antwortete nicht, sondern laechelte nur. Sie konzentrierte sich und presste ihren Koerper langsam gegen die grosse kugelfoermige Verdickung an Dustins Schaft. Ein Ausdruck reinster Lust war in ihrem Gesicht zu sehen und sie stoehnte gluecklich auf, als der ganze Knoten in ihrer Pussy verschwunden war. Dustin begann zu hecheln, instinktiv stiess er sein Geraet in den heissen und engen Schlund, immer schneller, heftiger. Natalja gab diesen Freudenspender nicht mehr her, lies den Knoten nocht mehr aus ihrem Spalt gleiten. Mit aller Macht presste sie sich gegen den grossen Eindringling, der unzaehlige Wellen der Lust durch ihren Koerper jagte. Mit diesem Ding in ihr war sie nicht mehr weit vom Hoehepunkt entfernt, ritt immer wilder und heftiger auf ihm, seinen Knoten fest umklammert. "Oh ja, oh ja, oh ja, oohhhh...." Sie stoehnte, vergrub ihre Krallen tief in seinem Brustfell, ihr Koerper versteifte, ihre Flughaut spannte sich auf, ein gellend heller Lustschrei erfuellte das kleine Zimmer. Im Augenblick ihres Hoehepunktes verkrampfte sich ihre gesamte Muskulatur, die geile Enge um Dustins Penis wurde noch enger. Ohne Ruecksicht stiess er seinen Hammer fest und tief in ihre feuchte Grotte, er wollte kommen, sein Sperma tief in ihren gierigien Spalt spritzen. Er ruettelte an seinen Seilen, stoehnte, keuchte. Unaufhoerlich stieg der Druck in seinen Eiern an, immer naeher kam der Hoehepunkt. "Komm, gib es mir, komm Dustin!" feuerte ihn Natalja weiter an. Und Dustin kam. Er konnte es nicht zurueckhalten, mit einem lauten, bellenden Lustschrei stiess er seinen Knochen noch einmal so tief es ging in ihre heisse Liebesgrotte und spritzte seine Ladung hinein. Noch einmal stiess Natalja einen spitzen Lustschrei aus, dann sank sie neben den voellig erschoepften Dingo auf die Matratze, sein Penis mit dem noch immer voll angeschwollenen Knoten flutschte mit einem leisen 'plopp' hinaus, eine nicht unbeachtliche Menge Sperma folgte. Ungefaehr fuenf Minuten vergingen, bis beide wieder einigermassen bei Kraeften waren. "Aehm Natalja, koenntest du mich dann wieder losbinden? Ich habe schon gar kein Gefuehl mehr in den Pfoten", erinnerte Dustin an seinen gefesselten Zustand. Natalja nickte. "Natuerlich." Schnell wischte sie sich und Dustin das ausgelaufene Sperma aus dem Fell und band den Dingo dann los. "Du solltest dich besser schnell anziehen", meinte sie ploetzlich nach einem Blick auf die Uhr. "Huch, wieso denn so ploetzlich?" fragte Dustin. "Mein Onkel muesste bald zurueck sein. Er hat es nicht sonderlich gern, wenn sich nachts Fremde im Schloss aufhalten, du verstehst?" Dustin verstand. Und er war nicht sonderlich erpicht darauf, dem Grafen hoechstpersoenlich zu begegnen. "Du kannst durch den Haupteingang raus, durch die Gruft ist es jetzt zu unsicher", sagte sie, waehrend er sich seinen Overall ueberzog. "Ich nehme an, du kennst den Weg?" Dustin nickte, er kannte den Weg ja noch von der Fuehrung am Vortag. Fertig angezogen stand er jetzt vor der Tuer und wartete darauf, dass Natalja ihn heraus liess. Kaum war die Tuer offen, eilte Dustin auch schon in den dunklen Buecherraum, um seine Augen wieder an die Dunkelheit zu gewoehnen. "Kriege ich denn keine Verabschiedung?" hoerte er aus dem Dunkel hinter sich Nataljas Stimme. Sie hatte das geheime Zimmer bereits wieder verschlossen und war in der Dunkelheit nicht zu sehen. Seine Augen suchten zwischen den schemenhaft erkennbaren Buecherschraenken vergeblich nach ihr. "HIer oben, Dustin", lachte sie leise. Tatsaechlich, sie hing wieder kopfueber von der Decke, hielt sich mit ihren Fuessen an der Messingstange fest. Ihr Kopf war mit seinem auf gleicher Hoehe, so dass sie sich direkt in die Augen sehen konnten. In ihren Augen spiegelte sich das Mondlicht. "Danke, Dustin, danke fuer die schoene Nacht", sagte sie zu ihm und streichelte ihm mit der Pfote ueber den Kopf. "Nein, Natalja, ich habe zu danken." Er seufzte, trat einen Schritt nach vorn, streichelte ihr Kinn. Langsam naeherten sich die Koepfe des ungleicheichen Paares, Schnauze an Schnauze. Ihre Lippen beruehrten sich, ein elektrisierendes Kribbeln durchfuhr die Koerper der beiden. Wie von selbst gesteuert suchten sich zwei Zungen ihren Weg in die Schnute des anderen, erforschten sich gegenseitig. Ein unglaublich schoenes Gefuehl hatte die beiden gepackt, doch es war nun Zeit zu gehen. Nur widerwillig loeste Dustin den intensiven Kuss. Noch einmal schaute er tief in Nataljas Augen, streichelte ihr ueber die Wangen, dann verabschiedete er sich und eilte hinunter zum Hof. Es war gewiss nicht sein letzter Besuch im Schloss Flapp.

Title: Time sea/ Time sand by cainfoxy Tags: Dark, Poem, Sad by Cain Darkness fill's the air around. nothingness is my guilt. Lost in the sea of time. I drifted for enternity. Love is gone dead as life. A monster inside tear's at me. Hate if fill me torward's all other being. Shadow hide me. Keep me away from all other today. rap my wicked body in blessed chain's. In hope i dont become my worst beast. My thoght's are mad with no order to thim. Confuseing light blinding me. Falling and triping were will i land. Evil am i,Maybe. Rip from me my only dream. Left to the wind to be worn away. As the sand of time fall away. Please let this pain all end.

Title: Something Something Something Hyper 3: G-Shep in the City by danath Tags: Breast Growth, Cock Growth, Dancing, German Shepherd, Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Orgy, Public, Sex, Transformation, shopping Something Something Something Hyper 3: G-Shep in the City By Danath [www.danath.com](http://www.danath.com/) Shep is © FurrySkiBum ([http://www.furaffinity.net/user/furryskibum](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/furryskibum)). Parts 1 & 2: [http://www.sofurry.com/view/149921](http://www.sofurry.com/view/149921) (Recommended, but not totally necessary, to read first) Shep's apartment was a mess. A giant pile of clothing lay half-surrounded by a white garbage bag. Male jeans, button-up shirts, and college-branded sweatshirts lay messily around it, discarded with obvious haste and distaste. The bed was covered by an assortment of more feminine clothing: panties, short-shorts, miniskirts, tube tops, and baby doll t-shirts. Standing near the foot of the bed, Shep modeled herself in the door-length mirror, holding up a small white shirt with the words "PUSSY HOUND" scrawled across it in jagged designer lines. Her other paw held a black miniskirt, over which a fourteen-inch red shaft lay, throbbing gently, half-aroused. The German Shepherd pulled a face, scrunching up her thick black lips, before tossing the two articles of clothing back onto the pile. She rummaged around in the piles, thick hips swaying, tail wagging furiously, as she waded through the clothes, searching for just the right outfit to make her club debut. Massive, teardrop-shaped breasts swayed side to side as she stood. They jiggled delightfully, fighting against gravity, nipples slightly upturned, as she held up another shirt. Sharp rows of white teeth glistened in the light as she nodded. This was it. It was perfect. It took several minutes of squeezing to fit the sparkling red dress over her prodigious chest and down her broad hips. Her hourglass figure rotated in front of the mirror as she pulled it into place, giggling and shivering with excitement. The dress was pure sex. There wasn't a neckline so much as a cut-out rectangle extending from the neckline down over her breasts, over her belly, ending just above her crotch. The sides strained to contain her massive breasts, which nearly popped free every time she moved. Her thick nipples poked out against the glittery fabric as they pulled her bosoms to the side, exposing every single strand of fur between them. Her hard belly was also exposed, all the lush tan fur shiny and fresh after a long, hot shower and thorough brushing. The waist of the miniskirt barely touched her thighs, but managed to wrap around her fat rump, hugging the hams tight together. Her tail wagged against the back of her thighs, pushed down by the fabric. The back of the dress was solid, tight against her thick pelt as it hooked together under her long blonde hair. Cut-outs along the back showed off more of her hips. Her bare arms flexed, smooth and muscular, and she smiled happily. "Oh, this is so perfect!" she gasped, swinging her hips, causing her floppy maleness to smack between her legs. She leaned back over the bed and picked out a pair of lacy white satin panties. She rested her rump on the bed and kicked her legs up into the air, fitting her thick calves and thighs through the leg holes and pulling them up. She used one paw to pull the waistband straight out and the other to fold her fat shaft over. The maleness was simply too large to fit into her taut sheath even when she was fully flaccid. Now, thanks to her excitement, it felt like a tube of warm rubber, thick and flexible, and she had to work to stuff it all into the panties. The fabric bulged around her meaty shaft and heavy nuts, outlining her male attributes as it pulled them upwards. They were still too large to fit under the hem of the miniskirt, so as she walked, she pulled the red cloth down, halfway covering them. She posed for a moment in the mirror, admiring her curves and swells. Finally, she chose a pair of matching red heels. The four-inch-high shoes gave her even more height and caused her lean, long legs to flex, showing off their definition under all that brown fur. The tan fur on the insides of her legs bristled as she turned around and bent over, looking over her shoulder at the outline of her damp pussy lips, stretching out against the taut white satin. "Ooh, they're gonna love me in this!" she gasped, straightening up. The German Shepherd laughed as she grabbed a tiny pink handbag and tossed in her phone and keys to her pink convertible. No need for money - she was confident all her potential suitors wouldn't be able to resist buying her whatever she liked. Shep giggled as she stepped out of her apartment and headed for the elevator. Her huge breasts jiggled side to side as she walked, partly flattened under the tension of the tight dress. Her massive cock strained against her panties, feeling delightful against her thighs. She took a deep breath and nearly purred as she exhaled, examining her reflection in the gold-plated trim of the elevator door. It dinged loudly as it opened and she stepped inside, ignoring the shocked looks of the two college students standing inside. They were holding buckets of laundry and wearing jeans and hoodies. "Oh, hello, boys," Shep said, tossing her hair back and sticking out her chest. "What do you think of my new outfit? Got it for a real bargain!" The two humans didn't look away as she ran her paws down her front, caressing her breasts and belly. One shifted on his feet, holding his basket of clothes closer to his hips. "Hee hee! No sense hiding it, stud," Shep said, leaning in close to the one that moved. "I can smell your cock. Do you want a piece of little ol' me?" The glassy-eyed student nodded, jaw hanging open, and Shep growled playfully, teasing under his chin with one of her claws. "Aww... poor guy," she said, turning away. "I'd love to stay and play, but I don't want to mess up my hair!" The elevator dinged and the door opened to the lobby. Shep strutted out, hips swaying, tail wagging, big hips moving sensually side-to-side. The German Shepherd turned and blew the two males a kiss before waggling her fingers at them as the door closed. "Mmph... they were cute," she said to herself, reaching down to rearrange her massive cock inside her straining panties. "Maybe I'll fuck them later." She trotted out to her car, which was triple-parked over two handicap spaces and the curb. Ignoring the police officer writing a ticket, she pushed the keys in and revved the engine. The cop stared at her chest as she moved her rear-view mirror to double-check her face and teeth. Smoothing her fur back, the canine pursed her lips and dug into her tiny purse for some lip gloss. She applied it as she drove, tearing through the streets. Her enhanced hearing and sense of smell guided her and she barely looked at the road, too focused on applying the glossy sheen. The pink convertible hopped curbs, drove through grass, and cut willy-nilly through the evening traffic. She left a trail of fender benders behind her as people swerved to avoid her. It wasn't a long drive to the club. Shep hauled on the handbrake, flipping the car into a whizzing spin, and screeched to a halt next to the curb, barely squeezing in between two cars in front and behind her. The driver who'd been angling to back into the spot leaned out his window, cursing, but fell silent when he saw the canine jump from the convertible and approach his car. "Sorry for taking your spot, sweetie," she said, leaning forward to press her cold nose into his cheek. "Maybe I'll make it up to you later!" The canine giggled and teased his cheek with her claws before strutting towards the entrance of the club. Bypassing the long line of men and women waiting behind a velvet rope barrier, she breezed past the stupefied bouncer and entered the chic night spot. "He... hey!" She ignored the shouts as the door closed behind her. The night club was nice and dark, with flashing strobes and neon. Techno and dubstep played over the giant speakers spread throughout and the canine's ears pointed forward when she spotted the bar. She strutted up and took a martini glass full of some gaudy pink cocktail, complete with lemon twist and umbrella. The waitress just stared as the canine sauntered away, one paw reaching down to rearrange her swaying package. The dance floor parted for her as the dancing, bouncing people caught scent of her strong pheromones. They stared at her plump, juicy ass, and her huge, swinging tits, as well as the thick log stretching out her panties. She stood in the center of the floor, hips swaying in time to the music, and opened her muzzle to tip the drink back, swallowing it in a single gulp. She smacked her glossy, thick black lips and handed the empty glass to a nearby man in a black blazer and designer blue jeans. "Two more of those, honey, and make it quick," she said, patting his cheek with her paw. The canine lifted her paws, dancing more freely to the music as the alcohol burned down her throat. She woofed, low and deep, as her tight dress flexed across her stacked figure. The German Shepherd smiled when she spotted a hot piece of ass near the edge of the dance floor. She grabbed for the woman and pulled her up close, hips grinding forward. The startled woman moaned, dark skin flushing with heat as her nose twitched, inhaling Shep's strong scent. "Hey, baby... you here alone?" Shep asked, massive breasts flattening to the poor woman's dress. "I... I... I..." "Enough stammering. Let's dance!" Shep growled and turned the woman around. As the shocked bystanders watched, she ground her hips forward, rubbing her floppy canine shaft against the woman's hips and rump. The black woman groaned and pushed back as the music blasted over them; Shep's claws streaked down her shoulders and around her chest, so that her paws cupped the woman's chest. The German Shepherd growled playfully into the woman's ears and nibbled on her neck as her cock thickened up in her panties, fatter and thicker by the moment. "Mmhhh... damn, baby... you feel so good!" Shep giggled and squeezed her back tightly, lewdly grinding her hips forward. She pointed her paw straight out, towards a handsome man in a white jacket and black button-up. "C'mere, handsome. Let's have some fun!" The stunned man stumbled forward, dazed. The ventilation in the club was not very good and already the canine's pheromones were spreading, infecting everyone inside. His tented pants pressed against her side as she ground into the woman in front of her. Moments later, Shep was laughing and bouncing, swinging her hips back into the man's bulging pants and the woman's wet thighs. She grunted as her panties filled, stretching more tautly yet. The tip of her cock pointed down, to a spot just in front of her feet, but the shaft was curled outwards, flexing and throbbing against the fabric. Her red flesh was easily visible under the stretched satin. The lights flashed, the music played, and the bass dropped as she ground back and forth between her two dazed partners. Someone pressed drinks into her hands and she smiled at the man who handed them to her. She downed one rapidly and handed the martini glass back to him before wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling his face down to her chest. As his mouth pressed into her spread cleavage, she tipped her head back and drank the other, moaning as she felt her lengthy cock rubbing against the woman's rear end. "Oooh, dancing makes me so horny!" she gasped. Her swollen breasts jiggled and bounced, swelling anew as lust coursed through her. Hands grasped her hips, pulling her back, and she growled hotly as she felt a bare cock slide between her thighs, under the hem of her dress and meaty balls. She glanced back, at the dazed, gasping man in the white jacket, and smiled. "All right... you two boys are coming with me," she said, teasing their chins with her claws. "And you..." The canine grabbed the woman around the hips and lifted her under her arm as easily as she would a rug. "Aaaannd... how about... oooh, you!" A short, petite redhead in a black miniskirt stumbled as Shep grabbed at her dress, hauling her forward by the neckline. She sauntered off the dance floor, tugging and pulling her chosen playmates along with her, to the back of the club. She kicked in the door to the office and growled at the manager, who sat up in his chair and dropped the phone. "Out." Shep jerked her thumb at the door and the manager bolted, diving away. Shep slammed the door closed and turned towards her four chosen playmates, wiggling her hips and panting. "All right... let's get this party started!" Out on the dance floor, things returned more or less to normal. People resumed dancing, drinking, and conversing, as though nothing had happened. Several shook their heads, thinking perhaps they'd had too much to drink, and more than a few women excused themselves to the restroom to wipe up their sopping thighs. In the back room, Shep giggled and pressed her hips into the belly of the redhead. "Hey, baby..." Shep grasped the woman's pale hands and guided them down to her swollen panties, just about ready to tear off from the strain of holding back her massive, growing, throbbing canine dong. The woman pulled them down slowly, revealing inch after inch of semi-hard dog-cock. The red flesh pulsed as the white satin scraped down towards the tip. The waistband, stretched as far as it could go, hardly fit around the tip. Shep reached down and grasped her length, pulling it up. The redhead let go of the panties and they snapped back up under her heavy balls. "Go on... give it a kiss!" Shep wiggled her hips with delight as she felt pouty lips press to her tip, kissing and licking around swollen tip. Lipstick smeared down the underside as she thrust, grinding the fat, near 18-inch length across the freckled features. "You two... let's go!" Shep barked order, panting and moaning, feeling the lustful heat growing in her loins. She leaned over, pushing the redhead onto her knees in front of her. The black woman joined in, kneeling next to the other woman. They used their hands, stroking and squeezing the growing length, kissing around it, slurping up the clear pre-cum pulsing out of the head. The man in the black blazer pulled down his pants, awkwardly stumbling forward, eyes glazed, mouth open, a rather stupid look on his face, Shep thought. Maybe she should have grabbed some other boy toy. Still, her pussy ached for a good pounding and she giggled when he grabbed her hips and pulled up on her miniskirt. The other male came forward then and pushed Shep onto her knees. The two woman followed her cock; the redhead got on her back, head ending up under the German Shepherd's heavy, softball-sized sac while the other woman straddled her, breasts rubbing against the red length, smearing pre-cum into her makeup. Shep leaned over a little as she felt a smooth cock slide between her thighs. She growled hotly and pushed back as it tried to penetrate her but missed. "C'mon... show me what you got, big boy!" she gasped, moaning as her stiff erection spat a few globs of pre-cum over the woman's face. Her swollen balls roiled as the redhead tried to swallow them whole. The man in the white blazer stripped off his pants and pressed up against her side, reaching down to grab at her swollen breasts. The fabric peeled away, letting both perfect teardrops swing free, heavy and firm. His fingers dug into the tan, creamy fur around her nipples as his hips pumped forward, sliding a hard, light-colored cock up against her muzzle. Shep groaned as she opened wide and slathered the length with her tongue, drawing it in between her fat black lips. The man cried out, hunching over and clutching at her ears and hair, as she suckled his length, enjoying the taste. Behind her, the other male pumped away, sliding his length as deeply as he could into her wet, sopping pussy. She groaned as her heavy balls dragged back and forth across the redhead's face, while her massive cock slipped beneath the other woman's dress, trapping itself between the cloth and her chest. Shep groaned as her throbbing length drizzled a steady stream of pre-cum over the woman's breasts and face. She watched, eyes half-closed, as the woman licked and kissed, getting her makeup even more smeared around. Pungent seed dripped down her length and into the thick fur around her sheath, soaking it down, and eventually her saliva-drenched nuts as well. She was happy to see the redhead using both hands now to finger herself, though she made a mental note to help her with that later. The man in her muzzle didn't have the biggest cock in the world, but he was eager, and that counted for a lot in Shep's book. The canine pursed her lips, easily able to pull the tip to the back of her throat, and slathered her tongue around it again, grinding it up into the underside. He cried out and came without warning, spraying a paltry load on Shep's tongue. As the man behind her humped into her aching pussy furiously, she pulled off and woofed. "Bah! Get out of here and go find me a real man, someone with a better dick than yours!" Shep licked her lips, tasting a bit of salt. She wasn't satisfied, not by a long shot. Was there anyone who could fill her muzzle? The German Shepherd pulled away from the man behind her and got onto her hands and knees. She pulled the redhead out, sliding her along the floor, and turned her around, on her belly. Her huge cock dragged down her backside, a deep red against her pale white skin. The other woman leaned in, lips seeking out Shep's, as the man behind her lined up once more. Shep's claws grasped the redhead as she lined up her massive cock with the woman's dripping pussy. The woman's delighted screams of pleasure echoed in the room as the first few inches of the massive doggy-cock slammed inside. As Shep pushed in deeper, she made out with the other woman. They pawed at each other's chests as they did; Shep's claws tickled her dark nipples as they messily traded saliva. The humping behind her stopped and Shep growled. The stupid male had already cum, and her loins still burned with need. He slumped to the floor, landing on his butt, and stared stupidly ahead as the canine shot him a dirty look. "Useless males, am I right?" she said, talking between kisses with the woman. The redhead below her moaned in response, clutching at her belly as another half foot sunk inside. Shep giggled and humped her hips harder, pumping deeper into the redhead's upturned ass. The woman's body clutched at her incredibly large length, tight and slick, and Shep couldn't help but slam in even deeper. Cum squirted back out as the canine breached the woman's body deeper, pumping in harder and faster. "Ooh... oh, yes!" she gasped, woofing again, deep and low. "Mmmfff... that's... more like it! Squeeze that ass, you bitch!" Shep howled as she humped in again, hardly able to fit more than half her length into the writhing, moaning redhead. The German Shepherd came hard, climaxing in an instant. Her thickness surged, throbbing, as she deposited a massive load into the woman impaled on the length. The black woman watched the white one with obvious envy as the scent of Shep's powerfully stimulating cum filled the air. The stacked canine grasped the back of the black woman's head and pushed her face down into her chest. Hungry lips latched onto her thick nipples as she kept flooding the white woman's body with thick, hot cum. A growing puddle formed under her ass as the canine's claws scratched down her thighs. Shep growled and shuddered, hips shoving roughly forward, making her thickness squelch back and forth inside, but eventually she pulled free and let her length slap down against the redhead's heaving, swollen belly. Her gaping pussy drooled cum as a few more spurts drenched her miniskirt and breasts. "Mmmff... you are so tight!" Shep said, tongue hanging from her muzzle as she panted. "Maybe I'll fuck you again later tonight, sweet thing." The woman simply lay there, moaning, hardly able to move, as Shep turned her attentions to the last standing member of her little entourage. "Your turn," she growled, rolling onto her backside. Claws stroked down dark skin as the woman straddled her, grinding her pussy down the dark red length. Her moans and gasps echoed in Shep's ears as she pulled the woman's hips up, positioning the tip of her cock not at her inflamed pussy lips, but at her tight ass. The quaking woman let out a piercing groan when Shep pushed in, spreading her hole incredibly wide around her still-hard cock. The canine ignored this and kept shoving in as hands grabbed at her breasts, squeezing the magnificent melons, now probably E-cups, bigger than her own head by far. Her enormous cock sunk in deeply, spreading the woman impossibly wide. Her belly distended as the tip of Shep's cock pierced her, filling her, taking her utterly. The canine just grinned and moaned, long tongue flopping out as she humped upwards rapidly, pistoning her cock in and out of the tight ass. "Oh, this is so nice!" she said, panting. "You should give me your number later. I had no idea you were into anal!" The canine's claws stroked down the woman's heaving hips as she pumped up again, holding herself as deep as she could go - which was only about a third of her overall length. The lower two-thirds of her cock pulsed angrily, wanting to feel something hot and tight surround the flesh, suckle and feed off her energy. Shep growled as another climax approached. The woman cried out, eyes wide, as a torrent of seed gushed up her ass, most of it squirting right back out like a backed up hose. The canine arced her backside, pushing the woman up into the air, getting another inch or so inside as she came. The woman's belly bloated as Shep kept cumming; her heavy, round balls bounced between her thighs as fingers clutched at her hard nipples. It was over all too quickly for the canine. She pulled free of the exhausted woman's abused ass and smiled as her long, lengthy cock flopped forward, pointing almost straight out from her hips. She made an attempt at pulling the satin panties up over the length, but there was no way the fabric could stretch that far. Instead, she simply let the satin cloth cover her heavy, round balls - which, due to their size, it could hardly do. Shep stood and tugged down her miniskirt dress over her messy rump, ignoring the moaning women rolling side to side next to her feet. "Ohh, thanks, girls," she said. "That was fun! You too, whats-your-name." She giggled as she stepped over the slack-jawed man in the white jacket, cock still hanging out, spent and shriveled, completely drained. "Well... see you later!" Shep was about to exit the room, but noticed a mirror on the back of the door and paused, checking herself out. Vain as she was, she couldn't help but primp and adjust herself, ensuring she looked as hot as she felt. She turned around, checking her rear, and noticed a strand of sticky white cum clinging to the glittery red fabric. "Oh, dang!" she said, reaching back to wipe it off with her finger. "Now this dress is ruined!" She licked her finger clean and checked for more, tail hanging limp with disappointment. She perked up a moment later, however, when she realized what this meant: "I get to go shopping again!" The German Shepherd's tail swung back and forth, swaying in rhythm with her pendulous shaft, which, like a counterweight, swung the other direction as her hips shifted. The long red length draped over her thighs, barely hard anymore, but still dripping and drizzling thick cum. Shep grunted and turned around, paws going to her breasts. She shuddered as she forced her huge orbs back into the straps of the dress, gasping as the swollen glands rolled under her fingers. She felt pressure inside them and shivered as it increased, making her bosom swell outwards, until the red straps were nearly surrounded by the growing teardrops. "Mmmmph... oh, poor babies," she murmured, cupping her heaving chest. She teased the nipples through the fabric and grunted when a few drops of creamy fluid stained the dress a darker red. "I'll have to find a couple hungry mouths soon... Maybe someone at the store can help!" The canine's muzzle broke into a broad grin as she flung open the door and strutted out, heels clacking, booty popping, chest swinging. Her cock flopped against her legs, leaving a trail of cum on the floor as she crossed the club, ignoring the dumbfounded stares, the wide eyes, the slack jaws, and the multitude of aroused scents. There was no time to fool around, not when she was in need of a new dress. She breezed past the bouncer once more, who did a double-take as her round, pert rump swung by. "Great club! I'll come back tomorrow!" Giggling, Shep leaned down in front of the passenger side mirror and pulled up on her dress, making sure it accentuated the swells of her breasts as the wide ribbons of fabric hugged against her swollen, milk-laden teats. Her round rump swung back and forth, tail high, heavy balls pushing back between her tightly-closed thighs, struggling outwards against the white satin panties. The crowd in line stood dumbstruck for several minutes after the German Shepherd hopped in her pink convertible and peeled away, tires smoking, radio blaring poppy dance music. The bouncer blinked and shook his head, then put a hand up to stop the man from entering. "Sorry, you ain't getting in tonight, buddy," he said, already forgetting the canine's presence. Shep drove with her foot mashed to the floor and re-applied her glossy lip balm as she went, swerving around cars, narrowly missing pedestrians, and occasionally driving on the sidewalk. She cut across intersections, drove the wrong way down one-way roads, and laughed with glee as the wind whipped through her fur. Her tongue hung out, flopping back almost to the back of her neck as she leaned over the side of the door, one paw on the wheel. The other groped at her thickness, trying in vain to stuff it back into her panties, though the semi-stiff tube of flesh resisted at being bent and curved back into the stretched-out satin pouch. She squealed around one last corner before slamming the brakes and crashing to a halt, accidentally knocking over a row of mailboxes and newspaper machines. She pouted when she realized she'd put a dent in the bumper, but shrugged. It would be easy enough to procure a new one from those sexy car salesmen at the dealership. Giggling, strutting, bouncing, and jiggling, the oversexed canine headed into the upscale clothing store - so expensive the clothes didn't even have price tags. The shop was empty, as it was past closing time. One employee was near the front, checking the racks of designer dresses and ensuring each hung perfectly on its hanger. He was a cute guy, mid-20s, with wavy blond hair and tight black slacks. Shep giggled as she waltzed past him, thick cock bulging in her panties as she imagined him on his hands and knees beneath her. The other employee was at the counter, counting down the till. She froze when Shep leaned on the counter, heavy breasts nearly spilling from her dress. She stared at the canine, eyes glazing over as the canine's tongue wrapped over each of her luscious black lips in turn. "Hi there!" Shep said, rump wiggling back and forth for the benefit of the blond guy staring at her backside. "I'll take one of everything, please." The scent of lust, cum, and sex wafted through the air, carrying her mind-altering pheromones into the noses of the two employees. Shep shuddered as her heavy breasts, swollen with milk, pushed outwards, aching with need. "But first, maybe you two can help me out," she said, growling lustfully. She grabbed the girl behind the counter, a cute and petite brunette in a severe turtleneck, and pulled her bodily over the counter, pulling her along, half dragging the stupefied woman as she made her way back to the blonde male among the clothing racks. Several large recliners sat in the middle of the store, near a few free-standing changing rooms. Shep sank into one of them and kicked off her high heels before beckoning the two employees closer. "I seem to have forgotten my wallet, but I'm sure we can figure something out," the canine cooed, hefting her swollen breasts. "Maybe you're a little thirsty, huh?" The two workers didn't look at each other as they rushed forward, mouths open. Shep could smell their arousal as they pushed for space, leaning against each other as they tumbled into Shep's chest. They pulled the vertical straps running over her breasts to the sides and the canine let out a woof of pleasure as two mouths rapidly swallowed up her aching teats. Each hard nipple was thick as a shot glass, surrounded by bristling tan fur. It took a few good suckles before Shep felt the first few spurts of milk splatter into their mouths. She moaned, crooned, and cupped the backs of their heads as they gradually relieved the pressure in her aching teardrop-shaped breasts. They were a few cup-sizes over what they ought to be, G- or even H-cups at the moment - and Shep panted as the two humans slurped and suckled, drinking her warm, thick milk eagerly, unable to help themselves. "Mmm... ooh, yes... you two are such good little employees!" Shep giggled as she squirmed, moaning as their hands squeezed at her milk bags, their teeth grazed her sensitive skin. Her massive cock inflated rapidly, hardening in minutes, until, with a tear that echoed over the sounds of slurping, the satin panties gave out, ripping apart at the seams, leaving only the waistband around her hips. The huge red length rose into the air between the two employees, jerking and throbbing, as the satin fell slowly from her aching, softball-sized sac. "Ooh, yes! Mmmmmhh!" Shep ran her paws down the two humans' heads, smiling as she realized each had sprouted a large, black and tan tail. The two tails wagged furiously as they drank more and more of her warm milk. Soon their lips turned black and their noses extended, forming muzzles. Shep giggled with delight when she felt the girl's breasts against her thigh. They were getting bigger, filling up her turtleneck. The boy, too, she saw, was developing a fine pair of fun bags. Shep panted heavily, leaning her head back, tongue hanging out, as her hips wiggled, knocking her shaft side to side into their hips. When she next looked down, both humans had changed too much to still be classified as such. Black and brown fur covered their heads in matching patterns, and though they appeared nearly identical to each other, their fur was different than Shep's. Shep had black ears and a tan muzzle, and they had additional tan and brown spots on the sides of their heads. They both grew in long black hair, compared to Shep's luxurious golden locks. Shep grinned when she felt two thick cocks grinding against her legs. Sharp black claws scraped at her pelt, tearing at her clothes, ripping off the remnants of her red dress. She cooed at the two new German Shepherds, smiling happily as they continued to grow. The former girl pulled off the nipple with a bark as her heavy chest expanded right out of her turtleneck, tearing through the stretchy fabric. Two heavy orbs swung down, brushing over Shep's thigh. The other, the former male, followed suit a moment later as her shirt ripped straight off her body, leaving only scraps of black. Additionally, a fat red doggycock pushed up past the waist of her tight black pants, which soon gave way the same as her shirt. The slacks, beyond being, to Shep's eyes, a horrible fashion faux pas, were much too small to accommodate those thick thighs and growing, oh-so-fuckable rump. Both canines, identical in every way, panted and moaned as they lapped her nipples, scooping up her milk on their tongues. Her breasts felt much better - less full and heavy, but still firm and bouncy. Shep tickled their ears and smiled, standing up in front of them. They knelt in front of her, panting, tongues out, occasionally pulling scraps of clothing from their bodies. Shep grinned at their foot-long cocks, nice and fat, and her pussy throbbed. Maybe one of these canines could give her what the humans around here couldn't, she thought. "Oh, you two are just so cute!" "And you are too!" "Let's go dancing!" Shep giggled along with the two German Shepherds in front of her and shook her head. "First, we've gotta get some clothes! You were wearing some really terrible things. Plus, my dress was ruined!" she said. "But first-first..." Shep pushed one of the identical twins on her back and straddled her hips, letting the big, thick cock slide up under her tail. The other moved behind, kneeling over her twin's legs. They pushed forward simultaneously and Shep barked with pleasure as the pair of hot, hard cocks ground into her ass and pussy. She cried out, huge breasts jiggling, as the smaller, but still well-built canines, humped into her happily. They had matching pairs of D-cup breasts and nice thick doggy-dicks, but couldn't compare to Shep's sheer size. Still, as two combined feet of canine cock ground deeply into her body, Shep climaxed around them. Her ass clenched around the canine's dick behind her as she pushed down, taking the other's down to the root. The twins moaned in unison as they thrust into her, quickly giving her another feminine orgasm. Her aching pussy stretched around the thickness sliding wetly in and out, in and out, as the other violated her tail hole, clutching at her from behind, reaching around to squeeze at her recently milked tits. "Oooh, you two are so friendly!" Shep moaned. "I can't wait to go out clubbing!" "Me neither!" "Me neither!" "Jinx!" The three canine's laughed and moaned as they continued to fuck, until the one slamming into Shep's rear end let out a yap. The other twin grunted, and as one, in unison, they flooded Shep's body with cum. The original, larger German Shepherd let out a happy howl as they climaxed all over again; her massive red shaft sprayed jets of cum over the head of the dog below, who reached up and grasped the length, masturbating it furiously. Shep's lips pulled back as she climaxed harder than ever before, grinding on the twin shafts pumping inside her. Finally she had a few malenesses worth fucking and she intended to enjoy every last moment. She groaned, teeth clicking and grinding, as her heavy breasts swung in front of her, still aching from the recent suckling. The two canine twins giggled as they pulled free of Shep's stretched pussy and rump. The bigger canine stood up and stretched, flexing her sloppy rear end, as the two put their tongues to work cleaning her - and each other. Shep giggled as they tickled her nuts and heavy stalk, still half-hard; one pressed her nose up under her tail, making sure to get that nice and clean as well. Soon all three were spotless, though the store's floor was anything but. They ignored that as they headed for the racks of clothes, pulling outfits off hangers, trying them on, stretching them out, and throwing them away. Shep finally found something she liked: a pair of tight black mini-shorts that hugged her nuts and held her cock almost straight up her body, even half-hard, so that the tip disappeared into her generous cleavage. For a top, she found tight baby doll t-shirt that probably cost several hundred dollars. It stretched and ripped as she forced it over her shoulders, leaving jagged tears that exposed her cleavage and midsection. It stretched over her enormous breasts, only just able to contain them, and wrapped around her shotglass-sized nipples, outlining them perfectly. A pair of expensive heels rounded out the look. She also grabbed a new purse, just because. The twins weren't idle, either. They appeared in front of Shep, arm in arm, wearing matching outfits. Tight pink shirts pulled up and knotted in the center held their large breasts in tightly, while what amounted to little more than bikini bottoms hugged their ample rumps and generous packages, exposing much of their backsides. The two canines kissed and groped each other as Shep giggled. "You two are so adorable! Just wait till they get a load of us!" she said, taking one of the German Shepherds on each arm. "We'll be the hit of the party!" said the one on her right. "The life of the scene!" said the one on her left. Shep's cock throbbed, getting nice and stiff between her breasts. The two smaller canines leaned in to lick and kiss it clean as it drizzled pre-cum, preventing any from staining her fabulously expensive outfit. "Now, ladies," Shep said. "Let's go dancing! I'll drive!" One of the twins hopped in the back of the convertible while Shep got in front with the other. The smaller canine straddled her hips, facing her, and pulled her bikini bottom to the side before slamming her rump down over Shep's cock. The dog in the back leaned over the seat to make out with her twin. The bigger canine howled as the car screeched off into the night, her entire eighteen-inch shaft firmly planted inside the flexible, hot, tight body squirming around on her lap. The car swerved wildly, narrowly avoiding accidents, and Shep grinned, letting the wind rush through her teeth, as her throbbing cock give a little jerk, a warning she was about to flood this bitch's hot pussy with a fresh load of cum. "I love partying!" she howled, exploding within the newly-changed German Shepherd on her lap, as her car hit a ramp and flew into the air. The convertible landed with a thump and squeal, driving her cock even deeper into the groaning and gasping dog sitting on it, completely and utterly impaled by the hard, thick length. The canine in the back seat flipped off the red light cameras as they tore through the city, heading back to the nightclubs and red light district. A party-dog's life was full of fun. When they weren't shopping or dancing, their only other goal was sex. With her two new bitches at her side, Shep was confident they'd be getting all three done in the grandest style possible. The city wouldn't remember what hit it. The End

Tags: Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, helium, Ms. Bouncer, superhero, topless Text: The shrill beeps of the alarm clock jolted Amelia awake in her bed. She blinked in the morning sunlight as she sat up and hit the OFF button with a sleepy arm. Last night at work had been a doozy, with Jerry apparently thinking that bringing a bottle of Sprite near sensitive equipment wouldn't end in disaster. Turning to look at the calendar on her wall, Amelia scanned for the day's date. 21st, 22nd, 23rd... wait! Today was the 26th! Amelia pumped her fist and smiled. It was the beginning of her two-week vacation! And that meant loads of time for patrolling the city! A brief shower brought Amelia fully into the land of the living, and she ran into the kitchen of her apartment to start cooking oatmeal. It was a humble abode, but Amelia found it met her needs. Bigger places meant more to clean up after all. And Amelia had plenty of "big" in her life as is. Sitting down, she turned on her laptop, browsing through the internet as she ate her oatmeal. So far, it had been a quiet week in Burrville, which had helped Amelia focus on work last week. No petty crimes, no common criminals, nothing. Just lab work and plenty of sleep. Amelia was thankful she didn't have to ingest an irresponsible amount of coffee just to get going for once. Superhuman powers or not, she still liked her beauty sleep. As Amelia finished her oatmeal, she flicked the radio on. She had modified it to pick up police chatter, using it to pinpoint where she was needed most. Police chatter filled the kitchen as Amelia cleaned up. It seemed all was quiet, but as soon as she thought that, a voice yelled over the radio: "This is Car 46, we need backup at the downtown bank! Armed robbery in progress, shots fired! Suspects are attempting to flee the scene!" That was her cue! Amelia rushed over to the hall closet, throwing off the shirt and jeans she had put on. Reaching up, she pulled a basket off the top shelf; inside was her uniform, a light blue spandex one-piece with matching cape and black boots. Within seconds, she was dressed, running to her living room window. Opening it, she gazed over the view her tenth-story apartment granted her. Living on the top floor meant she didn't have to worry too much about nosy neighbors, and it let Amelia pull stunts like the one she was about to do. Climbing out onto the ledge outside, she closed the window, tensed her legs, and jumped. Superhuman strength propelled Amelia across the rooftops of the adjacent buildings. As she hopped along, her power was already activating. The blue spandex around her body drew tight as her curves flared with helium. Her breasts swelled, shoving inflated titflesh into the cleavage window of her uniform. Her ass and thighs followed, giving Amelia the iconic hourglass shape that criminals had come to fear. Now full of helium, Amelia soared off with her next jump into the air, the ground far below rushing by in a blur. The air whipped around her pneumatic form as downtown Burrville came into view. Looking to the western part of the city, Amelia could make out a small dot rushing away from a squad of smaller dots with lights flashing on them. The robbers! Her body hissed as Amelia jettisoned some helium, her nipples lightly puffing the gas out. She arced down towards a small office building, and with a carefully angled jump, she went rocketing off towards the robbers, re-inflating into her usual size with a rubbery squeak. As she approached the scene of the chase, Amelia fiddled with the red orb on her neck, trying to get a signal with her trusty communicator. "Attention, anyone involved with the robbery chase, I'm on my way! Do you copy?" Amelia said over the wind as she sailed closer to her target. A voice could be heard coming from the device now. "Bouncer, Ms. Bouncer? Oh thank God." It was Captain Sendra, Amelia's pal on the force. "Hey Cap!" she replied in her usual bubbly tone. "Figured you could use some aid this fine morning!" Amelia could see the van and its pursuers clearly now. Several men in ski masks were in the front seat. "Yeah, I got visual on you, not that it's ever hard to mind you." Sendra said as she leaned out of the window of her car, looking back at Amelia. "You seem bigger than usual today." "Just the heat going to your head. Now pull the cars back a little. They're about to hit an empty road and I want a little room for error with this. I'm using the Airbag Special!" "A classic move for an old fashioned robbery," Sendra mused. "I like it." Soon Amelia could hear orders being barked over the radio as she was nearly on top of the pursuit now. The police cars began easing off the van, prompting one of the occupants to look back in confusion. Amelia saw his expression change from joy to an expression of unrivaled confusion as she passed over the van, her inflated form casting a shadow over the criminals inside. She landed further up the road, watching the van barreling towards her in the distance. Squealing could be heard as the officers all stopped their patrol cars, they knew what was about to happen. But the van seemed unfettered by the woman in spandex as they barreled towards her, the driver laying into the horn. Amelia let a confidant smirk cross her face. "It seems you boys are new to this city. Let me give you a proper introduction!" What happened next happened nigh-instantly, but Amelia could cite the events perfectly. First, she concentrated, gathering her power inside herself and waiting for the right moment. She had to time this perfectly, as the buoyant nature of her powers made it easy to soar up and miss with the size she needed. Practice had made perfect however, and as the van was nearly on top of her, the pneumatic Ms. Bouncer let her power cut loose. In a split second, her body inflated to unfathomable proportions. Her uniform burst to shreds as each of her breasts blew to twice the size of the van about to hit her, a hurricane of helium audible over the sound of sirens and horns. Amelia felt her body begin to rocket upwards, but in the split second between her inflation and her ascent, the van collided with the pillowy masses. Angry squeaks could be heard as the van mashed into the twin blimps, but Ms. Bouncer had earned her name for a reason. With a resounding boing, her breasts sprang back, flipping the van off of them. The job done, Amelia rocketed into the sky with her buoyant boobs, but quickly deflated herself before she got too high. Doing a few flips on the way down to show off, she landed gracefully on the ground, throwing her arms up like a gymnast finishing a difficult routine. Sendra's squad quickly surrounded the dazed criminals as they crawled from their overturned van, some staring at the now nude heroine as she went over to survey her work. Sendra looked over to Amelia, rolling her eyes at the sight. "I swear, do you even try to preserve your costumes? Part of me wonders if you're a closet nudist." Amelia flashed a smile at the police captain. "We've been over this, I just don't really care what people see! Besides, women being topless in public is legal here, I'm just exercising my rights! Although..." Amelia reached down, digging into a pocket on the back of one of her boots. She pulled out a pair of panties and quickly put them on. "I should take care of my lower half." Sendra laughed. "Right, hate to take in our city's hero on a public indecency charge. Anyway, we'll get these guys back to the station. Bank robbery, honestly." Sendra shook her head. "Talk about the oldest crime in the book. You headed out?" Amelia nodded her head. "I had an aerial patrol planned for today. Should probably go get a spare costume, but eh. I still have the cape after all!" Sendra rolled her eyes and smiled. "Just go before the reporters get here. I doubt you feel like answering questions today, yeah?" Amelia just smiled and concentrated. Soon the hiss of helium returned, her breasts and butt swelling with the noble gas. The growth was slower this time, as the pneumatic heroine wanted to savor the growth. Most of the officers gave but a cursory glance at the show, having long since grown acclimated to Amelia's antics, but one rookie had his wide eyes glued to her form. Amelia noticed his stare and smirked, shifting her stance to show off her widening curves. With nothing to cover them, her tits began to round out as they inflated. They wobbled gently in the breeze, a pair of feminine balloons Amelia was proud to show off. Her lower half wasn't too far behind, inflating until her ass and thighs were as wide as her tits. Amelia was far past her usual size now, and buoyancy was beginning to draw her up. Her breasts spanned wider than her arms could reach. Her nipples puffed out, throbbing as the helium swirled inside each of the tanned boobs. Amelia's ass swelled until each cheek stretched as large as a beach ball. She could feel her panties stretched tight, and she dared not push them further. The rookie's stare had been noticed by the other officers, and one had snuck up behind him with an inflated paper bag. As Amelia puffed out her tits one last time to achieve buoyancy, the officer burst the bag with a loud BANG. The rookie jumped about three feet in the air before scrambling over to his partner's car and slinking into the passenger seat. Uproarious laughter came from the police squad, and they waved to Amelia as she ascended into the sky. Amelia returned their waves as the ground fell away, her curves floating her away. A downdraft rushed past her breasts and made her nipples harden even more, and Amelia couldn't help but let out a pleasured sigh as she flew up out of hearing range. Normally she kept her basic desires down to concentrate on heroing, but during downtime like this, she liked to relax. Her hands began to rub circles on her sensitive breasts, a chill running across their vast expanse at the touch. With a shudder, Amelia allowed her breasts to begin inflating again, her ascent picking up speed as she did so. The city of Burrville sprawled out far below the inflatable heroine as she blimped and ballooned her boobs, the people below looking like dots wandering to and fro. The tops of skyscrapers passed by as Amelia flew ever higher, and she had to focus over the sensations of her blimping tits to stop her inflating. There was no point to a sky patrol if the city was beyond your sight after all. The hiss subsided quickly as it had began, and Amelia felt her ascent taper off. The downdraft faded to a gentle breeze before fading entirely as her buoyant form leveled off. She craned her neck to look down, taking in the sight of the city from so far up. The skyscrapers reached up towards her, their tips firmly out of reach. She could barely make out the cars driving along the streets; the roads themselves looked like a sprawling maze from Amelia's lofty perch. She tapped her communicator and the sounds of idle police chatter filled the air. Amelia let herself relax as she surveyed the land below. Yes, she would be up here for awhile. Crime never rests, and Amelia was ready to stop it, lack of proper uniform at the moment be damned. "After all," Amelia thought out loud as she patted an enormous breast, "it's not like I can keep these down for long anyway!" And so it went, the city of Burrville watched by its pneumatic guardian, with the occasional moan coming from someplace up high.

Title: Darnlake Botany Symbiosis by Dogger Tags: Dog, M/M, Otter, Plant There is no experience like being inside a pod that Venus had custom grown for your specific being. The sap inside tastes unique, as if it was squeezed from a distant fruit you can vaguely remember in your childhood. Being inside Dr. Tuber's pod was one thing, but everything here was magnified. The chemicals made my skin feel warm all over, the taste of the sap made me instantly drunk with lust, and the air inside seemed to free my lungs. I didn't mean to ever experience my own pod and I sure as hell didn't come down here for sex, but my loins were on fire and the ache for release was so great that instead of trying to claw my way out of this pleasure trap, I reached for one of the tubes on the pod and instinctively pushed my otter cock inside of it. The desperate urge for release surpassed my urge to fight. The Dr. and I had a plan, but the idea never came to fruition. The sheepdog told me to go out and buy all of the weedkiller and other plant killing chemicals that I could find and bring them back. He had his own part to play but I never got to find out what it was. We were going to poison Venus, slice every vine and flower to pieces, and contaminate the ground to take no chances. By the time I returned from my trip, vines and moss were growing out of both the greenhouse and the doctor's home. It was barely starting to get dark now and with only half the day over Venus had already grown out of control. I didn't know where the doctor was, but I could feel my stomach drop from the sight I saw and I became even more worried when I saw his wife outside with tears rolling down her face. "Are you alright? Where is Dr. Tuber? What happened here?" "I'm not alright! Something pulled him under, it's destroying the house!" Her voice was cracked and shrill mixed with every other word or so. "How long has it been like this?" I wanted to comfort her but I was so worried about the doctor, all I could do was question. "I don't know, not long." She took a gasp for breath and wiped her face on her sleeve, then looked directly at me and hit my arm. "How could my husband let something like this happen? What have you and him been doing in there, Fescue?" I wanted to admit everything to her but the doctor's past words kept me succinct. "I don't know how it got this far, but we have to find him." "NO!" Her eyes widened and her voice shook with fear. "I started getting too creeped out by that kissing plant he gave me so I threw it out. I can't even imagine being in my ruined home with those vines slithering everywhere. Even for Harold, I can't do it, Fescue." "You don't have to. Just stay away from here somewhere safe and I'll go get him." "This is Harold's fault, you're young don't have to throw away your life for him." "Yes I... look, it's my fault too. I have to do something." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and ran toward the house while her voice became more and more vague in the distance. Her worry made me more worried and the last thing I wanted to do was tell her the truth about how I loved her husband too much to let things end like this. I thought about what she said about getting rid of the smoocher recently. Dr. Tuber and I were always very cautious about those getting back to the rest of Venus. Maybe her wild behavior was random, or maybe his wife's smoocher gathered parts of other dangerous plants before it burrowed back down to Venus. There was no way to know for sure at this point, testing was impossible. The Tuber's home was a broken shell of it's former self. Vines whipped about, searching and plowing through appliances and furniture. I could only think to rush past them all and hope my otter body was too fast and agile for them to grab on to. I began looking into the rooms one by one, but all I could find were more vines and moss covering over half of the house. Finally I saw a small crater in the middle of the bedroom, if the doctor really was dragged down, that's how it would have happened. When I peered down to see it's depth, I felt one of the vines begin to tangle around my arm, I tried to swat it away but it was already starting to coil and the last thing I wanted to do was be caught. Without thinking I jumped down the tunnel in the floor, tearing parts of my lab coat and giving myself a few cuts and scrapes on the way down. It curved at an angle, so I was able to slide a bit before I had to start crawling down. The earth under my paws was cold and began to mat my fur and clothes with mud. The further down I went the more dirt seemed to fall in my eyes. All I could do was squint and push forward. I heard a weird noise for a moment, but when I opened my eyes it was too dark to see anything. I felt something dart forward and stick to one of my shoulders, then an instant later something else had grasped on to half of my head and covered my face. I yelped as it pulled me down the tunnel and I felt my body falling a few feet before being grasped in a tangle of vines. My paws scurried to rip the obstruction over my eyes but before I could, I felt my clothing being ripped off and my body being pushed inside the tight opening of one of Venus's pods. The pod she had made for me, now matured. So there I was, now lust driven by it's sap and my feeling to rescue the doctor suppressed with my lust to empty my balls into the tube suckling my exposed member. Every breath I took were heated huffs bathed in my own moans of pleasure. Just as before two tiny vines sprouted from inside the tube's soft interior and began to coil and manipulate my malehood. I tried to lie back and just let the pod have it's way with me, it was hard to be anything but comfortable with that pale red tube pushing into my sheath and using the small vine appendages to stroke and stimulate my pink flesh that felt like it could read my mind and stroke me in exactly the way I needed to build closer and closer to cumming. As my body shifted I noticed the tube was a little smaller than the doctor's, but since this was the first time I was inside my own and also alone, it took a moment to notice. The tube flexed and slurped more of me inside it's warm insides and I scooped up a paw of the jelly-like sap, bringing it to my muzzle to suck it down. In my lustful haze I wasn't sure if I was doing that because the pod wanted me to, or if I was just trying to hasten the process. Against my will or not, the pleasure that washed over my body was undeniable. My hips shuddered and bucked up as my shaft was wrapped in soft tendrils and used for the plant's own selfish desires. The pleasure rising and the heat from the tube forced me to take deeper and deeper breaths. I felt the tube's vines make their 'O' shape again as it sensed me getting close and it continued to work my cock over in soft but firm strokes until I felt that familiar feeling rise from below. I thought I was about to cum as my body erupted with bliss, but something kept me held in that feeling. After more than a few moments had passed I was drooling uncontrollably with my eyes rolled back, hips bucking into the tube and thrashing about to try and feed it my seed. I started to whine out desperately for release and a few seconds later the pod finally completed my orgasm and got what it wanted from me. I felt like I was cumming for over a minute, so drenched in sweat, sap, and afterglow to truly know for certain how long it was. The tube seemed to gargle my gooey fluid down, but the vines inside were busy scooping about making certain that not a single drop could escape. The tube kept it's hold on my tender skin and suckled gently until my member slowly withdrew back into my own sheath. Finally my lust subsided and logical thoughts began to return to me. I felt guilty for allowing myself such gratification while Dr. Tuber's whereabouts were still unknown. Lazily I pushed at the pod's entrance to try and free myself, but the puckered entrance was tighter than I remembered. The more I forced the more it seemed to keep me enclosed. I tried to swing a fist at the entrance, but I was so covered in the pod's jelly sap that I might as well have been trying to hit a sponge underwater. In my slippery struggle I finally threw my body in such a way that I heard something snap and light began to pour into the pod from a rip at the top. I used my paws to pull the opening wider and pushed the upper half of my torso out into open air. "Dr. Tuber!" I exclaimed with utter joy as I finally saw the sheep dog I had come looking for, but once I was able to push the sap out of the fur in my eyes and look around, I realized the sort of odd situation he was in. Everything in this strange room was dim, we were not in the section of the botanica that the pods originally sat. A set of vines had pulled one of the ultra violent lights in the room at an angle as far as the wires would allow. I could see the other five pods around me, but the doctor was seated in some sort of a leaf with a sticky surface that was keeping him held. As if that wasn't enough, His arms, legs, and even tail were all coiled in vines that kept him held in place, he seemed unconscious, his white muzzle pointed down at the ground with his eyes closed. A black vine that appeared almost furry, which I had never seen before, was covering his sheath. I could only imagine his beautiful canine pride was somewhere inside of it. After swatting more of the sap from my fur, I climbed out of the tear in my pod and over to my boss and friend. Lifting his muzzle in one of my paws to search for signs of life, I watched his eyelids flicker and open as he saw my face and started to smile weakly. "Huh... Maps... Maps you shouldn't be here." I was so relieved just to hear him speak. "Dr. Tuber you have no idea how glad I am that you're okay." "You need to go, Maps. You need to get out of here and hope Venus still left you a way out." The doctor's tone was weak with an undertone of defeat. "I can't leave you here." "You have to." "I won't." "YES YOU WILL!" His deep canine voice boomed loudly and seemed to shake the earth above and below us. I fought the lump in my throat that came up from hearing him yell at me. He saw my reaction and calmed his voice but looked at me with the same serious expression. "We went too far and now it's too late for me." "I can get these off of you, we can leave together." I pulled at the vines holding his arms and had a difficult time getting a grip with the sap on my paws. After wiping my paws on the dirt underneath us I tried to part the vines on his legs and started to get enough of a grip to force one away, bending it until it snapped afterward. "See? Just a few more and we'll both be home free." "Maps you don't understand..." His voice trailed off and I was too busy undoing vines to be concerned with his protests. The more vines I broke the better I got at it, until I had every part of him free but the fuzzy black vine attached over his crotch. I lifted in an attempt to rip it off and his strong paws quickly came up and grasped mine to stop me, "Do it slowly." I nodded in his direction and lifted the black vine up slowly until I heard him whimper and force my paws back down again. "I don't understand, what's wrong?" The doctor gave out another whimper, "there's something inside." I kneeled down to look, Dr. Tuber's tip was only slightly poking out of his sheath, but as I pulled back the vine a little further, I noticed it wasn't completely hollow. There was a very thin tube inside of it that connected somewhere inside Dr. Tuber's urethra. I looked back up at him with wide eyes and he simply shook his head, "I think it's too deep inside my body to pull out." "What are we going to do?" My eyes searching his face for some sort of an answer. "Nothing. It doesn't hurt, I'm just not going anywhere." "Maybe I can go up and I can find something to cut you out with." The sheepdog shook his head. "It's a wonder the other vines haven't got you already. Do you want to end up like me?" "Maybe if I break one of the bulbs I can get something sharp and..." "Listen to me, Maps. Do you want to end up like me, here forever?" "No..." "Then accept it, please. This is the risk we took, I won't hate you for leaving but I need one of us to explain what happened here. You were a great friend and it was nice to finally have someone to share all of this. You'll always be my buddy, just go. Do not waste any more time." So may feelings rushed through me that I didn't know what to do. My expression felt numb and without another word I turned around and ran out of the room. Everything was a blur as I sprinted into the botanica, up the steps, out of the greenhouse, and back into the world. I was still naked and I didn't care, the night's breeze brushed the tears from my face and the adrenaline in my veins kept me running forward. I tried not to think about what Dr. Tuber was feeling or what would happen to him. I tried to blank out everything about what we did and everything him meant to me. But I couldn't and as I realized I could never live under the circumstances my legs stopped working and I fell to the ground. I laid there for a while, struggling to pick up my thoughts and accept everything that was happening. Once I realized what I had to do, the tears stopped and the lump in my throat was easier to swallow. I rose to my feet and ran again, back to the botanica. Thankfully, Dr Tuber's wife had left the property. I would hate to think of what she would have thought of my brown bare fur running away into the distance. I walked back into the botanica though the greenhouse entrance, opening the utility cupboard to take out a pair of hedge clippers and to throw the doctor's satchel over my shoulder. I dropped one bar of the hedge clippers to the ground and stepped on it while pulling up, twisting and snapping it in two so I could take one of the single blades with me. Slowly and carefully I walked back down the steps of the botanica, the railing and most of the steps now covered in vines. I used the hedge blade to slash at any that came close, taking caution and clearing myself a path as I worked my way to the back room where Dr. Tuber was being held. He gave me a look of surprise, concern, and disgust as I disobeyed him with my presence. "Maps... why won't you listen..." "...because I love you." "You... can't..." "It's stupid for you to sacrifice yourself, knowing as much as you do about the research. Now hold still so I don't nick the tip of your cock." Once more I lifted up the fur covered black vine, using the hedge clipper blade to saw off the tube inside, causing it to fall lazily over the doctor's sheath while some of his cum oozed out of it. Dr. Tuber continued to look at me dumbfounded but at this point so many bizarre occurrences were happening all at once that it only took him another moment or two for it all to sink in. I opened the satchel and took out some of the doctor's salv to coat across his back and across the leaf that was holding on to his white fur in it's sticky grasp. Just like the sundew that had held me when I first saw the botanica, he became free to stand after a little while. I gave him some time to come to his senses, cutting at any vines that crept in the back room, but at this point they seemed more interested in exploring the surface than messing with either of us. I offered my paw to the sheepdog and lifted him up to his feet. Now quite pleased with myself that I was able to free him. "There, we're both fine. Let's get as far away from here as we can." "What about my wife?" "She's safe, she didn't want to come anywhere near here." Dr. Tuber nooded and looked into my eyes with a thankful expression. "About what you said..." I shook my head and pointed toward the stairs. "Later, we need to leave now, right?" "Right. Let's..." A cluster of tiny green vines came from behind the big leaf I had just cut Dr. Tuber from, whipping around his arms and legs, attempting to pull him back to it. I swung the hedge clipper at them and tried to cut as many as I could. Somehow Venus caught on and one of the thicker vines grasped the handle and pulled it away from me. I desperately grabbed on to the doctor and tried to pull him apart from the vines, I heard him growl and dig his heels into the dirt to keep from moving but he was slowly being pulled back toward the large leaf. Their pull was too much and they managed to force him back to a sitting position on the leaf, then letting him go. Dr. Tuber quickly stood up and we attempted to walk out again, causing the vines to whip back around his limbs and tug him back over. To try and get more leverage I went back to sit on the leaf and put up my feet to try and brace him from being pulled back, but once my rump touched the leaf's coating, the small vines retreated and let him go. We exchanged puzzled looks for a moment. "They are trying to force one of us to stay." "What do we do?" Dr. Tuber scratched his chin for a moment. "One of us has to stay on the leaf and the other can find something weighted to trick it. Then we can both leave." I nodded in agreement, it seemed to make sense. "I'll be the decoy then, you've already spent your share of time in here." I couldn't see specifically where he went because the back room's 'doorway' wasn't very open. The flickering of the vine pulled ultra violent light drew my attention to something moving from up above and behind my back. An incredibly thick vine that was bigger around than my head was slowly creeping over in my direction. There was something at the end of it that I could only describe as a swollen flower, it looked more like four muscles parting open than any petals that belonged on a plant. The sight of it caused me to call out for Dr. Tuber and rush for the room's exit. As expected the tiny green vines grabbed me fast and pulled me back. Before the doctor could come to my aid some of the larger vines began blocking the entrance and our arms were too short to grab hold of one another between them as I was slowly dragged backwards. "Maps I'm sorry! I couldn't find anything heavy I don't know what to do." As I watched more vines block him from my sight, I knew this had to happen. "You know what you have to do. I'm glad it was me instead of you." "No... you should have just left me when you had the chance. You're just a pup." I could hear him giving off a soft whine in the distance. "I had to tell you how I felt." "Fescue... I think I love you too. You were the buddy I always wanted, I just didn't want it to come to this." The vines had dragged me back onto the leaf. "If anyone can get me out of here one day, it'll be you, Harold." "I'll find a way. When I figure this out I'll come back. I promise you buddy." I wanted to tell him that I knew he'd come back for me, but the last vine blocked him completely from my view and we were sealed off from one another. Feelings of fright set in as the single light source flickered for a moment before shutting off completely. I couldn't even hear his footsteps, all I could hear was the wet noise of the thick flower above me opening wider, and the odd sounds of vines growing and stretching around me. Soon I felt one of the muscled petals moving across my sheath, it's movement felt like a tongue licking my sheath, but I was too shaken with fear to become excited for the flower looking to take me. Venus' solution was always prostate stimulation, but even after the leaf I was sitting on arched up to rest my back and some unseen tentacle-like vine worked it's way into my tailhole, the situation was too tense for my malehood to leave my sheath. Gradually I noticed the scent of the room begin to change, though it was pitch black, my nose could detect the scent of a dull pollen smell that started to fill my breathing bit by bit. My arousal didn't change but I could feel my fears subsiding the more I breathed in and by the time I felt the muscled petals 'licking' wetly at my sheath again, the harder it was to fight back the growing excitement in my sheath as my otter cock was at full mast once again. The fur along my arms and legs felt shifted as my limbs became coiled and wrapped to hold me in place the same way they had done to the doctor earlier. Without being able to see and my fears gone, all I could do was feel the sensations of what was happening to me. The vine inside my tailhole was hitting my insides just right, throbbing more than the previous vines I had experienced inside me. Then gently I felt the strong petals take my shaft into their grasp, the flower seeming to drool with a sort of slimy and slick fluid that allowed it to encase my member instantly. The whole experience felt like four giant tongues all licking in unison on my cock, in a way that was so synchronized that the feeling was more like a strong suckling than independent licking. The light bulb flickered for a second and I noticed some sorts of bumps or growths behind the petals of the large flower. Though with my arms restrained and back in darkness all I could do was let my mind wander as the strange feeler continued to slobber it's fluids over my cock. It's rhythm began to change as I felt it push harder into my crotch and take me deeper into the muscled folds, three petals holding my shaft deep while the forth dragged itself from the base of my tailhole, over my balls, and then blissfully slow over the underbelly of my cock before repeating the motion again and again. Finally the ultra violent light flickered back on again and I could finally see the monstrous flower up close. Behind the petals that attached to the vine were a swirling of root-like growths mixed in yellow balls that were covered in pollen. Each time my shaft throbbed from spurting a bit of pre the petals would throb back and I could watch more of the pollen puff from the flower, it's gentle scent putting me at ease and the pure sexual talent from the strong petals keeping my sensitive member aching for more attention. I soon felt one of the bulb vines poking at my muzzle and without a fight I allowed it's nurturing fluid to enter my muzzle. This is what I was now, trapped sexually to feed the plants of the botanica. Again the large flower changed it's pace and rhythm. The big vine twisting so the strong and slippery petals could swirl around my shaft, the wet tips seeming to 'lick' all the way down into my sheath to massage my malehood to the root. As it turned I could see a small Venus Flytrap tangled in with the pollen encased with roots. Without any marginal teeth just as Dr. Tuber had described, Venus was planning on taking my sperm directly to the source. The more the heavy flower turned, the closer I felt my orgasm build and a strange part of me only lusted to learn what it would feel like to feed my spooge to Venus directly. As soon as a single jet of my cum spurt forth, the inside of the flower became hot and I was able to empty myself inside a suckling moisture that felt like a warm lover. The sensation forcing my body to shudder as I surrendered my seed and the flower's insides gulped the food down eagerly. Once all of my sticky fluid was absorbed, the large flower stayed hovering over, pulling back only slightly and simply waiting for it's next meal. Odd as the situation was, even more unusual was that my desire to struggle and leave was gone just as my fears had been earlier. I felt eager to feed the flower that hungers for it's next meal. As I breathe I am restrained but happy to stay. Symbiotic, pleased, and thankful.

Title: Pins and Needles, part IX by Radical Gopher Tags: Dragon, Fantasy, Fox, Human, M/F, Magic, Near Future, Pregnancy, Sci-Fi, Skunk, Vixen My sincere apologies for the excessive delay. Life and its extingencies intervened and I was desperately short of available writing time. As for the rest, this is a work of fiction. Characters are copyright Radical Gopher. No one under the age of 18 should be reading this as it contains adult themes, etc. No one depicted as engaging in adult or sexual activities is under the age of 18' \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ PINS AND NEEDLES, PART IX The rented floater glided to a stop and two figures stepped from the vehicle, causing it to raise several inches from the ground. The scene in front of them resembled a war zone. A fifteen-foot wide hole took up one entire corner of the building. Scorched brick and wood lay scattered about. That portion of the police station open to the outside was also heavily scorched. A large two-way mirror had once occupied one wall of the room. Now its jagged remains framed an open, rectangular hole. Only one fire truck still sat nearby along with several moderately damaged police vehicles. Yellow tape temporarily restricted access to the area. The two figures glanced briefly at each other then walked around to the front of the station. They were met by the local police chief who soberly shook their hands in greeting. "Sergeant... Detective.... I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but we didn't know you were coming until just a few hours ago." "What happened here?" asked the massive human. "The fire marshal thinks it was some kind of underground gas explosion." "Gas?" The chief nodded. "Back in the twentieth century, this area had a lot of homes with old style propane and septic tanks. When the sewer and gas lines were brought in most of those were dug up and sent in to disposal sites. Unfortunately, some were simply buried on the old properties, and none too carefully." He waved his hand in a sweeping gesture. "This use to belong to a farm that was sold and sub-divided about eighty-five years ago. Our station sits on part of what was once the main house." The two looked at each other. "So..." asked the red-furred Zorr, "where's our suspect?" \* \* \* \* SIXTEEN HOURS EARLIER Sapphire and Gwen stared upward at the massive black-scaled dragon. "For some reason, I thought he would be a lot... well, smaller," muttered the skunkette. "He should be," the vixen replied. "But when it comes to curses there's no real way to predict how they will turn out." The creature stood about twelve feet tall with wings that arched behind him another ten to twelve feet. Its head was decidedly draconian, with a long, tapering snout, heavily ridged eyebrows, frilled ears, horns, and solid-indigo eyes. It's scales varied in shade from coal-gray to midnight-black. The membranes of its bat-like wings and frilled ears were the same indigo color as its eyes. The body was more humanoid in form, with massive arms and thick, muscular legs. The feet were didigrade and tipped with long, wicked looking claws, similar to the claws that now extended from the monster's fingertips. A thick tail extended out from the base of its spine, adding at least seven more feet to its length. The dragon turned its head, scanning the area around it. Its eyes focused on the skunkette and it growled threateningly. It stepped over the remains of the police station wall and moved in Gwen's direction. "I think he recognizes you." "Just what we need... a dragon with a grudge. This might be a good time to retreat, don't you think?" the dancer muttered as both she and Sapphire began backing quickly towards the nearby woods. The monster's movements were slow, confused and disjointed, making it possible for the two women to keep ahead of it, that is until Gwen tripped and went sprawling backward over a log. Sapphire grabbed her hand and yanked her to her feet. The beast lunged at the two of them, then abruptly stopped. It began swinging its arms and body, snapping its fearsome jaws at the air. In the pale moonlight the vixen could see the form of a tiny pseudo-dragon buzzing around the monster's skull. "What's he doing?" Gwen asked. "Trying to distract it so we have a chance to escape." "And leave him here?" the skunkette replied. "No way!" \* \* \* \* SIXTEEN HOURS LATER... The two detectives walked around the area immediately surrounding the police station. The property backed upon a small wooded area. Thick patches of wild grass dotted the unkempt landscape. The short, red furred investigator bent over and plucked a few stems, sniffing at it. "Got something?" asked the taller human. "I don't know." She dropped the grass and lifted her head, tilting it slightly to the side. "Can you smell it?" "What?" "I don't know. Something like... sulfur, but it's not sulfur." He shook his head. "Sorry. I have to plead having too puny a proboscis to smell much of anything." He looked over at her. "Can you get a sense of direction?" "Sorry, no. It just seems to be hanging in the air." They continued looking around until them came upon a somewhat large patch of dead grass. The earth around it appeared to he heavily torn up, but there were no prints anywhere to be seen. They called the chief over and pointed it out to him. "Yeah... we noticed it too. I've considered calling in a back hoe and digging it up, just to make sure we don't have another old propane tank under there waiting to go off." "Why don't you?" The chief shrugged. "It's not in our budget." "Neither is rebuilding your police station," the vixen observed drily "Point taken." \* \* \* \* SIXTEEN HOURS EARLIER Above them the small dragon was desperately attempting to keep out of the way of the monster's teeth. The creature took a wild swing at him, then a bite. Both missed. Victor dove under its enormous jaws, pulled into a climbing turn and flicked his tail against the creature's right eye. It roared in pain, snapping blindly at its tormentor. The pseudo dragon dove for the ground and passed between the monster's legs before climbing to a position above and behind him. He dove, this time cracking the larger beast on the back of his head with his tail. It wheeled to the left, and Victor circled counter-clockwise, staying in its blind spot. Gwen glanced in the direction of the heavily damaged police station and saw a police officer rise to his feet. Disoriented, he was holding his head in his hands and didn't immediately see the dragon. The skunkette stopped, focused, and rewove the sleep spell, aiming it at the station as before. The officer stiffened, then collapsed like a rag doll. Sapphire abruptly grabbed the dancer by the arm and yanked her aside as the monster's foot landed where she had been standing. "Nice spell casting," the djin commented, "but you might want to keep your eyes open next time." "Thanks," replied Gwen. "Think it might work on our big friend there?" The vixen shook her head. "The bigger a dragon is, the more resistant he is to simple spells." "Well... If we can't use sorcery directly on him, how about using it on something else?" Sapphire smiled wickedly. "I like the way you think." She waved her hand in a blue arc and the grass suddenly lengthened and wrapped itself around the dragon's feet. The monster staggered, tried to take a step and fell forward into a very satisfying, and painful belly flop. The earth shook, nearly throwing both women to the ground. The dragon roared in frustration. More grass shot upward, further ensnaring the monster. Blue magic rippled through the air as the vixen wove her hands back and forth, smiling with satisfaction at the result. Perhaps it was the simplicity of the spell, or its relative ease in casting that was deceptive. Whatever the problem, the vixen suddenly found herself overtaxed. The smile abruptly vanished as a wave of nausea and pain washed across her. Sapphire clutched at her stomach and dropped to her knees. She gulped at the night air, fighting the urge to throw-up. The grass entangling the dragon turned brown and withered in seconds. It took little effort for the monster to shred it and again rise to its feet. Gwen knelt next to the vixen, ready to drag her out of the way if need be. Above her the monster turned on the two women, then stopped as it again began biting and clawing at the air around it. Victor dove at the creature's face, slamming his barbed tail against its snout. It roared and snapped once more at the air. The skunkette watched in horror as teeth like spears closed about the pseudo-dragon, trapping it within the monster's maw. Finding himself on the verge of being swallowed, Victor uncorked the potion he'd been carrying and hurled it toward the back of the dragon's throat. Its throat muscles contracted instinctively and the potion disappeared. The Zorr would have been swallowed with it if he had not dug his claws into the dragon's giant tongue. Its sulfurous breath burned his lungs as he looked desperately for a way to get it to open its mouth. "NOOOO!" screamed Gwen. She stood, planting both her feet and reached into herself tapping into her manna reserve. Operating on the purest instinct she cast a summoning spell, aiming it not at the monster before her, but at her trapped love. Green magic flared around her and tore through her. Her scream of fear became one of pain and she folded in on herself, dropping unconscious to the ground. The world suddenly became silent, save for the pitiful retching of the vixen. The spasm passed and Sapphire weakly looked around her. The skunkette was curled up in the grass next to her, moaning softly. She touched the dancer's fur and there was a soft jolt of green static. The djin recognized the aftermath of wild magic. Examining Gwen, she shook her head. It appeared that the skunkette and Victor were the victims of a typical apprentice mistake. Passion had replaced control in the spell, resulting in some very interesting, but not fatal consequences. She smiled ruefully. Considering the circumstances she found it hard to blame the girl. Another soft moan drew her attention to a spot several yards away. Standing, the blue-furred vixen walked over to the human now laying where once a dragon had been. She sighed in relief. Victor had managed to administer the potion before the first twenty-four hours had passed, preventing the curse from locking into the host. She smiled. Black rose pollen was such a useful item. Too bad it tended to have unpredictable side effects. Reaching down, she picked up the now three inch tall human and looked around. The human opened his eyes, saw the giantess holding him, screamed once and promptly fainted. Sapphire sighed. For an avowed racist, he certainly didn't impress her as being overly dangerous. Spotting an old, dirt encrusted coffee can, the vixen plopped the Human Leaguer inside then sealed the top, after first punching a few air holes with her claws. Forty-eight hours from now he'd be good as new, or bad as ever, depending on your point of view. Walking back to the skunkette, Sapphire helped the girl to her feet and led her back to Victor's car. Fortunately, no magic was needed to get home. All they needed was to pile in and set the drive system to automatic. On the way the vixen did a much more through examination of Gwen. Careful not to overtax herself again, the djin gently passed her hands up and down the young woman's body. She nodded in satisfaction. She wouldn't need to cast any spells to correct this problem. Nature would handle things in due course. \* \* \* \* SIXTEEN HOURS LATER The two detectives finished talking with the police chief, then climbed back into their rented floater and headed into town. The giant human looked across at his red-furred partner. "So, what now fuzz-ball?" "Well, I was thinking we'd stop at a local restaurant for lunch, then call in and tell the captain we lost our suspect." "WE lost him? Whatever gave you that idea?" the human grumbled "Well," the vixen explained, "if we tell the captain that the local gendarmes lost him, he'll just tell us to catch the next flight home. If we say we lost him, he'll give us seventy-two hours to find him again, or else." "So why should we subject ourselves to his considerable ire?" The vixen looked up, a grin on her face. "When was the last time we had a three day vacation?" The human raised one eyebrow in thought. "Not since before that puppet caper, I think." He glanced over at his partner. "How to we avoid getting our asses handed to us when we get back home?" "Easy... We file the paperwork the locals give us and tell him he didn't hear us right when we reported in the first time. He's so bogged down in the annual inventory report right now he'll let it go without further comment." "I'll say this for you fuzz-ball, if you weren't already a cop, you'd make a hell-of-a con-man." "If I were a man," she corrected him. "So what's to do after lunch?" "There's someone I want to drop in on, if he's in." "Surprise visit?" "Why not? Last time he was in our neck of the woods, he pulled one on me." The large detective chuckled. "As they say... Payback's a bitch." The vixen gave him a toothy grin in reply. \* \* \* \* Gwen groaned, shifting herself in bed trying to relieve the cramp in her back and get more comfortable. "God! How do women put up with this kind of thing?" Sapphire set a small tray down next to the bed and brushed the skunkette's sweat soaked hair away from her forehead. "Well, with the vast majority of them, it's a much more gradual process. Their bodies have time to get use to the changes they experience. You, on the other hand, had to go botch a summoning spell." She passed Gwen a glass of water which the girl quickly drank. Not many women have had the pleasure of developing an instant case of pregnancy." "Yeah... I was really stupid about it. I didn't think. I just reacted to seeing that thing eat Victor." "Be thankful it wasn't worse. Had he been a full sized Zorr and not a pseudo dragon, he would have ripped you apart from inside... Providing you didn't blow him up first," The dancer rubbed her extremely swollen stomach. "I wonder what he's feeling in there right now?" "Not much of anything," Sapphire replied. "I put him into a deep sleep so he won't wake up and think the dragon swallowed him." Gwen felt Victor stir in her womb and she giggled. "That tickles!" She looked up at the djin. "It's kind of funny... I wanted to feel Victor inside me. Now, I get my wish." The two women laughed at the rye joke. "Don't worry. You'll get your chance, once we get him out of there." "And how do you propose to do that?" the skunkette asked. "The old fashioned way... natural childbirth." Gwen opened her mouth to reply, but Sapphire gently pressed a finger to the girl's lips. "Don't worry. I've done this kind of thing a number of times over the centuries." "What? Given birth to baby dragons?" The vixen chuckled. "No... Midwifery. In fact, I've been feeding you a special herb tea that will not only help induce labor, but will relax you enough to make the process relatively painless." "I'll believe that when it happens." The doorbell rang and Sapphire quickly rose from the bed. "You stay here while I'll see who it is. We'll talk more when I get back." The vixen left the guest room and headed for the front door. "If it's Dr. Aryan again, black her other eye for me, would you?" the skunkette called after her. The vixen padded towards the front door, flicking her hands so her robe changed to a simple pair of white silk trousers, slippers and a high-collared, silk tunic. Sapphire opened the door and found herself confronted by two individuals. The first was a short, red-furred vixen dressed in a simple woman's business suit. The second was an enormous human wearing jeans, a football jersey and a tweed coat. The vixen held out her hand to Sapphire and smiled. "Hello! We've never met. I'm Pepper Fields and this is my partner, Saul Blackthorn. Is my cousin Victor at home?" To be continued...

Title: Bellway Ch. 02: Devices of Pleasure Tags: female chastity, iron corset, seesaw, letter, regency, historical *Author's Note: All characters are adults, which in this context means they are at least twenty-one years of age.* \*\*\*\*\* My Beloved Emily, Forgive me (as I'm sure you will, dear sister) for deluging you with my ill-considered words, but I am in turmoil! It was with great difficulty last night that I yielded to sleep, so full my thoughts were of yesterday's adventure. I awoke in darkness, a solitary ray of moonlight piercing the curtain in our room. Lady Grey gave us the Green Room to share, knowing it to be my favourite. I still remember my amazement as a young girl that I could have a bed all to myself, and how you complained that I climbed into your bed during the night, afraid to be by myself even though the beds were within touching distance. Thankfully, I did not feel the urge to climb into Charlotte's bed. My sleep was fitful, my dreams consumed as my waking thoughts had been with apple-scented kissing and rough fingers penetrating the flower of my maidenhood. It was a gentle moan that awoke me and set my heart pounding. I lay there, uncertain, fearing that a stranger had entered our room - but it was only Charlotte. She moaned again, and I wondered if she were dreaming, or perhaps it was a nightmare and I should awaken her. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw that she was half uncovered, and with one hand she teased a swollen nipple. The other hand was concealed below, no doubt seeking that nubbin of pleasure, touching herself the way I had been touched. I stayed quiet as mouse, not daring to move. Charlotte would be mortified to know that I witnessed this private moment. It is one thing to surrender helplessly to a man's determined embrace, but quite something else to be openly lewd. (Oh pity me, sister.) Naturally I was shocked. I closed my eyes and sought again the ignorance of sleep, but alas I was wide awake - and worse! Charlotte's moans of pleasure awoke in me that same tormentous need. If those masked men had burst into the room there and then, I would have begged them to treat me as before. I was tempted to do as Charlotte did, to throw off the covers and yield to the same solitary pleasure, but I denied the impulse, telling myself it was a test of character, even as Charlotte shuddered through a long moment of ecstasy and drifted off eventually to sleep. Emily, sweet Emily, we are slaves to our bodies, and no amount of education can vanquish them. How long I lay there in the dark silence, I don't know, but my body's aching need denied me rest, and my imaginings bounced in a feverish fashion between the masked men's ravishment of us and Charlotte's private pleasure. For a while I kept the inevitable at bay by pressing blankets against my chest and between my thighs, but I yielded slowly to the demand for more, pinching and rubbing my nipples. It is true that I have teased them in the past, playing lightly with them when no one watched, but this was no playful tease. I squeezed them until the pain was almost beyond endurance, and if Charlotte had been awake she would have been in no doubt what I was doing. Though I was determined to be silent, my breathing was heavy and quiet whimpers escaped against my will. Blissful though this torture was, it did nothing to cool the ache below. I am deeply ashamed to admit this, especially to you, dear Emily, since I know how much you dislike men, but right then I needed one. I needed to feel a cock thrusting into me, filling the emptiness that even a day ago I had been unaware existed. I slipped a finger within, and then a second, and this helped a little, but I fear nothing can truly substitute for the girth and length and ardour of a man. Now that I have known one, how am I supposed to endure until marriage? But like Charlotte before me, I sufficed, tugging at my nipples with one hand, rubbing my nubbin with the other, a harlot at work on herself, until I too shuddered through a blissful release amidst sweat-drenched sheets - and drenched in more than sweat, I soon discovered, for in the throes of pleasure I wet the bed in a most alarming fashion. I shudder to think what the servants must be saying about me now. [Evening] I shan't bore you with details of this morning. Suffice it to say that Lady Grey is well, despite her advancing age, and the quality of her staff cannot be faulted. As usual, all of Bellway's rooms and halls are cleaned regularly, the food is excellent, and the gardens well kept. I would be quite happy to stay here forever, except that it is so far from you, dear sister, and I would soon miss London society. Charlotte and I took a stroll around the gardens, and down past the church to Appleby, where we indulged in tea and scones at Miss Caroline's Teahouse - Miss Caroline asked after you, Emily, and had such a wistful look that I wonder if she is of your persuasion. Come to think of it, you did develop a remarkable passion for tea when we visited last summer. In the afternoon, after Lady Grey retired to her chambers, as is her wont - and indeed all of Bellway seemed to doze, inviting a seductive lethargy - Charlotte and I set off to explore the west wing, spending a pleasant hour in Sir Eduard's library, and another perusing old Sir Thomas's collections of butterflies and exotic stuffed animals. Indeed, with Sir Thomas permanently abed these days, Charlotte and I dared to peek within his study, curious to see what treasures might be hidden within - not that we anticipated any great discovery, but our curiosity was well rewarded. Do you recall, dear Emily, the painting on the stairs that I always liked - the two women on a seesaw, their faces red, flushed with excitement, their long skirts sweeping and whirling about them in bright colours? Well, that very same seesaw is in Sir Thomas's study - though I hesitate to call it that. This most private room is also home to a collection, the nature of which I can scarcely begin to explain, the instruments being so varied and often so obscure in nature. The theme, I would hazard to guess, is the giving and withholding of pleasure. Indeed, the first thing I set eye on upon opening the door was a wooden mannequin dressed in polished iron armour sculpted to match her feminine curves, though her arms and legs, and her head, were all left free and unprotected. I shall say more about that later. Our attention was quickly diverted to displays of wooden carvings, and ivory and some stone too, some very suggestive of a woman's most intimate regions, but most shaped very alike to a man's cock. Some were small and slender, some thick and long, some straight and some curved, some smooth and some ridged with twisting veins, and some had bulbous heads and wide bases and hardly seemed like cocks at all. Charlotte and I stood there for an age, gaping at this astonishing array of lewd artefacts. There was a chair with a great hole in the seat, perhaps to allow its occupant to do their toilette - which I must admit has a certain appeal, until I imagine having to sit where someone else has done likewise. "We mustn't be here," Charlotte said firmly. "No," I agreed, though neither of us made to leave. It was the seesaw that lured us into the room. Without skirts to conceal its true nature, its appearance was altogether more ominous, for in the place of seats, the ends of the polished wooden plank were forked, a wooden cock mounted below so that the lady on the descending end would for certain be breached. Suddenly I understood that in the painting on the stairs, the two women were enjoying no innocent pastime, but were rather engaged in an exercise of pleasure. "We shouldn't," Charlotte whispered. "No," I agreed again, but I closed the door of the study. We were alone, had seen no one else in hours, and the house seemed quiet. Emily, dear sister, how could we not, given such opportunity, recreate that scene in the painting? Despite my best efforts, my mind had continued to dwell on the events of yesterday, and the exquisite sensation of having a man's cock thrusting into me. We made the mistake of mounting it at the same time, arranging our skirts about us as we lowered ourselves awkwardly onto the forked ends of the plank, the plank itself seesawing in response to our movements. The wooden cock itself was smooth and polished, of considerable length and at least as thick as the masked thieve's had been. It was mounted on a hinge that allowed it to move back and forward, and I was able to guide it between my legs. I'm embarrassed to admit that I was very wet in anticipation - though I daresay that was useful, for Charlotte, frustrated in her attempt to do similarly, stood up abruptly and I fell down onto the cock. The pain and shock of that sudden penetration forced a cry from my lips, and for a good long minute all I could do was sit there, gasping. Charlotte, after ensuring that I was not too distressed, collapsed with laughter. I could see myself in a mirror too, seated on the seesaw, fully dressed with my skirts falling about me, no sign that I just been so rudely assaulted by the mechanism except for my reddened cheeks glistening with tears - and soon I too was laughing hysterically. Oh, Emily, I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard. It banished my lingering discomfort, and I begged Charlotte to take her place, something she found easier to do now that I could control the plank, and soon we were both impaled. I think the real joy of the seesaw is not the penetration itself - although I enjoyed that fullness and the wooden cock felt almost alive the way it moved within me - but rather the knowledge that as one is pushing up, lifting until almost free of the cock, so also the other is being thrust down onto it. Indeed, it soon became a game between us to see who could stand quickest, which was not in itself easy, for the pure pleasure of seeing the other's face as they fell. Charlotte derived a greater pleasure from this joyful exercise than I, her muted whimpers a crescendo that built to a crest, until she gave a loud cry and sat squirming in her seat, panting heavily. Alas, Emily! At that very moment the study door was thrown open to reveal a furious Lady Grey. I at least was able to extricate myself from the seesaw, but for Charlotte it was a struggle, and it mattered not because the very nature of the device made clear what we had been doing. The wooden cocks were glistening with the evidence that we had done more than merely sit. Speaking with an icy tone that terrified me, for I know my whole future now depends on Lady Grey's discretion, and indeed my behaviour since arriving at Bellway has been inexcusable as I'm sure you yourself will agree, she said, "While Sir Thomas no doubt will be delighted that his device is not neglected, for you to use it without his permission is unacceptable. It is outrageous too that you, unmarried ladies, in my care, should act in such an immoral manner." I fell to my knees before her and burst into tears, sure that then and there my life was over. "Forgive us, Lady Grey," I begged. She studied me coldly for a minute, and shook her head. "Forgiveness must be earned. Trust must be earned, and bad behaviour must be punished. Do you understand?" Her words, though I didn't fully understand, offered me a ray of hope and I grabbed it. "Yes, Lady Grey." "For as long as you are within this house, you must obey me unconditionally." "Yes, Lady Grey." She turned to Charlotte. "That goes for you too." Poor Charlotte looked quite terrified. "Yes, Lady Grey," she whispered. "Very well. Go to your room and wait there until I think of a suitable punishment." "Yes, Lady Grey," she whispered again, and fled, leaving me alone. Lady Grey returned her attention to me. "Remove your clothes, girl. All of them." I obeyed as swiftly as my buttons and stays allowed, and soon I stood there entirely naked, as only you and Mother have ever seen me, my hands shielding my intimate region. Lady Grey, meanwhile, removed the armour from the mannequin. It was lined on the inside with soft leather and silk, and there were buckles and laces to adjust the fit to its wearer - me! I was baffled as I slipped my legs and arms through the holes, and then laced up more tightly than I like, before the last buckles at the back fastened the armour into place. At that point I still had no idea what the purpose of it was. If Lady Grey was so angry with me, why was wearing armour a punishment? It wasn't too uncomfortable, although I certainly looked very odd in the mirror, my head and various limbs sticking out of a metal torso. Indeed, I can say now that only the leather and metal strip between my legs is really uncomfortable. It is hinged at the front with a buckle at the back, so that the wearer can do their toilette without having to get undressed. Perhaps you suspect already what I was slow to understand. This was no suit of armour, but rather a chastity device that I have been ordered to wear at all times. "You must never touch the buckles," Lady Grey instructed, her countenance severe. "Any attempt to free yourself and you will be thrown out of my house. Do you understand?" "Yes, Lady Grey," I said, my voice trembling. Oh Emily, sweet Emily, I have been imprisoned in this cruel device for hours! How strange it is to touch myself and feel metal skin. Lady Grey has given Charlotte permission to unbuckle me if I need to do my toilette, but she is to ensure that I never touch myself between the legs - what humiliation! The thought that Charlotte must watch me has kept me from asking at all, and now I am fit to burst. Writing this to you has been a useful distraction from my body's itches and aches, but cruelest of all is the satisfaction Charlotte gained on the seesaw, but was denied me. The need to be touched, to be taken and filled, to have a cock thrusting powerfully into me until I find that blissful release I have known twice now... I am denied the touch of my own body. My nipples are hard and press against leather, while my fingers caress only iron. My sweet nubbin of pleasure is guarded likewise. I am driven quite to distraction, and Charlotte, though she tries to conceal it, cannot help laughing. Forgive me, dear Emily, and pity me! All of my heart always, S.

(M tf stallion, hippocampus, ichthyocentaur, hippogriff, longma, hippalectryon) Tod had been having a bit of an unlucky streak with women. His last relationship broke off because she had to move away to follow work opportunities and he could not follow, and since then he has yet to find another. Milly was a woman he had been friends with for ages- but not in a romantic capacity, so when he complained to her about not having had sex in so long, he did not expect the conversation to actually go anywhere- he was just venting. "I have a ranch full of brood mares you can fuck, I know you like horse anthros, hehe." That brought back embarrassing memories of him asking her to fix his PC, only to stumble on his 'stash'. Tod rolled his eyes. "Right. Funny." "No seriously- with formstones I can turn you into a horse, negating the taboo." She paused to think a moment, but spoke up again before Tod could. "Reason I bring it up actually is I have been looking into virility potions and such so I can breed better horses to sell for better prices. These mares are being told by their bodies to get preggers, so might as well let them and turn some profit while you are at it, right? But then it hit me- I could use a formstone to create a perfect breeding stud! Formstones are imprinted with the body of a creature allowing you to swap your body for its body while it's activated, right? You can only store one form in a formstone so naturally only the best specimens are chosen to imprint the stone with." "Ok... so you decided that rather than use that on a breeding stud, you'd turn a human into one?" "Well that is the thing- the formstones only work on humans. No one- at least that I know of- has made a formstone attuned to a creature. That is why using it for breeding stock isn't a thing already." 1]Hippogriff Tod turned down her offer almost without thinking about it at all. After she left to return home though, he was still thinking about it. Should he? It sounded so taboo, but the mare's were in heat and wanted it. They were animals, but he could be too. As full as his porn folder was of horses, he never actually considered even being near one in the real world. He also never considered being turned into one either, though. Well, he supposed he already told her no by now and she was probably already home again. Tod attempted to watch television and just shrug the whole thing off, but found his thoughts wandering. He was feeling pretty horny- no doubt from the thoughts Milly seeded in him. He decided to turn on his PC and relieve himself to some of his fictional mares. When he flopped his junk out to masturbate, he noticed his balls looked a bit puffy and bigger than normal. He shrugged it off for now and grabbed his shaft to beat off. He imagined himself as a stud, trying to picture what it would be like to take one of them as another horse. As he masturbated though- he did not notice the skin thickening on his scrotum and excess skin pooling at the base forming a very thick and meaty base to his penis. His balls were filled with a very gentle, warm pleasure as they started to slowly enlarge, feeding him more hormones to drive him further into his fantasy and away from noticing the changes. His penis started to grow longer, and again he did not notice. His neck tickled a bit as new hairs grew in, advancing his hairline down his neck slowly. The veins on his dick started to throb harder, stretching a bit wider and his shaft followed along, engorging further than normally possible. Tod finally noticed something wrong when his fingers started to get forced apart because his dick was outgrowing his hand! "WHAT?! What... wow." He watched it as it changed, a bit dazed. The skin on his genitals was turning a grey-pink now as it continued to transform. His cock seemed to bob a bit with the more powerful throbs- pulling down and then growing back forward. Each downward pull caused the dense skin at the base to transition further toward a proper sheath. His balls were getting heavier and bigger, his scrotum now smooth and turning bruise purple just ahead of the shaft which quickly followed. His dick advanced past his belly button, to his ribs, up his chest, past his collar. The longer and thicker it got the darker the skin turned. A medial ring formed once it passed his collar- needing a halfway point to telescope out from and still be able to pack itself away after. The head started to flatten into a more subdued curve, with a slight cleft down the middle and the area around the urethral opening started to sink in a bit, though the urethra did not. "Damnit! Milly must have had a formstone on her when she was here! She cast the damn thing on me anyway!" He watched his junk get still bigger, and wanted to continue but knew he shouldn't. "I have to get to her ranch, fast." His nuts were the size of softballs now and glossy black. Tod tried to think of unsexy things to get it to go soft so he could stuff it in his pants to go out- but it refused. He put the shaft under his shirt and hoped that was good enough. It was so long the head was sticking out of his collar. Placed in an upright position though- his transformation took advantage and used this time to properly merge the sheath to his underside so his penis could not be oriented in any other way. He could feel an uncomfortable tightness in the rear of his pants as his tailbone started to grow, wedged against the fabric. Veins became visible around his crotch like on a horse's underside as well. Tod grabbed his keys and locked his apartment door as he went to leave and stumbled forward, knocking his forehead against the door by accident. His legs let out loud, wet sounding cracks and pops as they quickly started changing- it sounded painful as hell but luckily did not actually hurt at all. His feet started to get longer, fast. His ankles raised up from out of his shoes and his toes got jammed together in the front, quickly merging together into one gigantic toe! Tod turned and leaned entirely against the door so he could scramble to get his shoes off- his growing mono-toe was very quickly outgrowing their capacity. Or more accurately, the giant unified nail growing from it that was rapidly thickening into a black hoof. He got one off in time, but had to kick the other off using his first freed foot because it had already grown too big to pop off easily. His socks came off a lot easier thanks to them being a great deal more flexible. By the time he unveiled them, his feet were already gone- replaced by the large U shaped hoof of a horse. Tod groaned as he felt his tail growing, wedged down and around his entire butt crack as the only space it could fit. He pulled his pants down a bit in the back and grabbed the tail, pulling it out and over. As soon as it was exposed to the open air, its hair started to grow in, making its final length long enough to touch his shins. Tod raced to his car- he would have to move fast to get to her ranch and make Milly fix this! As he walked down to the parking lot though, his penis continued to grow slowly and inched up far enough to be level with his nose- beyond what his shirt could cover. He paused and groaned as a pressure burst into his back and then released with a loud pop as his entire body trembled from the shift. His dick was now level with his chin. His torso got longer! He reached his car unlocked the door and when he bent down to open it he realized his torso had not just gotten longer- his entire body was bigger. He would have to scrunch himself up pretty good to even fit into the car! As he crouched though, his thighs stretched and tore his pant legs! The changes were still going up his legs! His bones slowly grew becoming big and sturdy, and his muscles swelled and thickened around them. Fur started to grow around his hooves and was making its way up his legs too- but only grew on the parts that were fully formed. Another issue- when he tried to bend over his dick surpassed his head entirely, blocking his view of anything but shaft. How was he going to drive with a dick in his face?! His spine popped and his torso got longer again! His lungs and heart grew causing his chest to expand and barrel out! Tod's shirt groaned in protest and started to rip from around the shoulders! His body couldn't bend enough- he could not fit in the car at all now! Tod groaned again as his voice deepened, and his neck started to pop and lengthen now- his hair forming a mane down the back just as quickly. His pants ripped further and further up till his hips burst in size and exploded his pants off entirely! A wave of numbness took his legs causing him to fall onto the side of the car, holding himself up with his arms because his legs momentarily dislocated from the sudden growth of the hips. When his legs re-set in the sockets, they did so in a formation that would only allow for four legged motion! He was still held up against the car, but he could not walk upright. The fur took his torso as it advanced up from his legs, but started to slow down the further up it grew. To keep pace with his huge hips, his butt cheeks grew massive and round with muscle. A stripe of bare black flesh exposed his swollen taint leading back to his anus which puffed up and out into a fat ring below his tail. Tod sighed, bracing himself mentally for the rest of the changes. And then nothing happened. They... stopped. Tod looked himself over a bit confused. Some of his upper body was horse, his entire lower body was horse, but he was definitely still a good portion of human. He looked in the car, wondering if there was still a way he could use it to reach Milly. Maybe if he put the front seat completely back, he could sit on the back seat with his body laying over it, and use one arm to push the pedal down and the other to steer? It would still be a stunt just cramming himself into the car in the first place though. "Ah! Oh, here we go..." His skin tightened on his arms and he nodded to himself- the changes only paused, they did not stop. His skin started to bunch up and stiffen, forming many stiff, shallow hills of skin like pseudo scales all over his hands and arms! The bottom of his palm crushed together and started to merge together! His pinky and thumb were forced to touch and then merged into a single digit! His nails all grew long and sharp and thickened, though became narrow as well. His skin turned grayish, then charcoal, then totally black. This wasn't a horse's limbs! There was even new muscle sets in his back he did not even know what they did! As he flexed them and they continued to grow he realized it was actually moving something on his back. By the time he turned to look over his shoulder they had the appearance of giant bald chicken wings! Millions of quills started to rise out of his skin, causing Tod to squirm from the wave of prickly feeling. His ears shrank away, leaving only holes in their wake as his hair fell out- replaced by the advancing waves of quills. His teeth all started to merge together and grow forward out of his mouth, then growing so large it stretched his mouth open more and more, pulling his lips back till they were indistinguishable! His nose receded partly, but his nostrils remained the same- the structure of the nose was pushed back too far by the growth from his mouth as it turned into a proper beak! He let out a strange rattling growl sound and then squawked in surprise as the quills all started to burst open rapidly, opening fully into feathers covering the entire upper portion of his body! The added mass of the feathers pushed his shirt beyond its abilities and it tore completely off of him, leaving him nude. The new set of proto limbs on his back were huge now, and so was the array of feathers that grew from them- forming huge wings. The wings had their own set of shoulder blades- but the two sets partially overlapped one another under the skin. The changes once again stopped, leaving Tod confused. He shoved himself off of the car and spun on his hooves to drop down onto all fours. He then turned to look in the side mirror of the car to figure out what the hell he even was anymore. His feathers were a very dark metallic green, but all dark near-black brown on the tips to match his horse fur. He had the head of a bird, but the size and girth of his neck and the mane running down the back of it was still horse. Tod's beak was dark brown like most of the rest of him. His torso was horse shaped, feathered at the front and fur on the back. Wings and front legs like a bird, and the entire lower end was horse. Only now was his erection finally starting to soften and go back into its sheath. With his now larger torso- his dick only reached the middle of his ribs. He turned into a Hippogriff- half horse, half bird! Still horse where it counted- of course, hippogriff sired horses would be exceptionally fast- though their bones would be more brittle than normal. Well with the addition of wings, there was absolutely no way Tod could ever fit in a vehicle. He needed to get to Milly though. Tod looked at himself in the mirror again a moment and then around to see if anyone was around to spot him. He was completely transformed now, so if someone seen him NOW, they wouldn't be able to know it was him. He walked down the driveway a bit, looking around again trying to figure out what direction Milly's ranch was. He pulled his wings in, flexing the muscles in them then opened them fully to stretch, before relaxing a bit more. He took a step back, then dashed forward and jumped into the air, flapped his wings, and face planted into the grass at the side of the driveway. Tod got up slowly, shaking dirt off his beak and making odd clicking sounds again. He flapped his wings a bit, feeling the air catch under them and shove all the loose dirt and dust around him back in a wave. He flapped harder and harder till he felt his body bob. He lifted them again, holding for a moment in concentration and then slammed them down on the ground and fired himself straight into the air! He flapped them more and started to lift further up, then tilted them slightly, turning the feathers a bit and started to move forward. He couldn't drive to Milly's place, so he would just fly there! It was a little nerve-wracking at first, looking down at the homes and streets below and knowing nothing was under him to hold him up. The strength of his wings gave him confidence though- there was a lot of power in this body. Tod was not accustomed to flying, and wasn't especially fit as a human, so by the time he got to the ranch he nearly crash landed onto the far side of the fields. His wings ached- he would walk the rest of the way. All the horses in the field backed up as he approached, not knowing what to think of the strange creature. Hippogriff do not live in these regions at all- they nest in the giant trees of elder forests. Tod was still pretty breathless even as he crossed the field. Like swimming- flying was an intense workout and he went quite a distance for being his only time in the air. As he approached the midway point on the fields though, the horses stopped backing off and started to approach him instead. He probably got close enough that they could see he was half horse himself. His own nostrils flared a bit. There was something in the air, but he could not identify it. It was almost more of a feeling in his nose than an actual smell. Tod did not realize what he was picking up on was horse pheromones. He was breathing deep and rapidly from being out of breath- and inhaling the scent of a dozen mares in heat. They also picked up on his smell- the musky scent of stallion balls, making their mouths water and their fat labia moisten. The mares surrounded him as he tried to get to the house, swarming him close enough that he could not advance! He was a bit irritated but that vanished as soon as he seen the flash of pink and became enthralled. The mares turned for him, brushing their tails against him and then flashing him their moist inner pussy as their huge stiff clits parted the curtains in an equine wink. Immediately Tod remembered what he was fantasizing about at home before he was interrupted before he could get off. His big stallion dick once again emerged from his sheath, wobbling in the air under him as it grew longer, then stiffer, then thudded against his underside in full erection! His body went into auto pilot, mirroring the vision in his head as he played through the scenario he imagined in real life! Tod grabbed the mare's big butt, then thrust forward powerfully putting himself much closer to her. He adjusted his grip to be much further up her body- sliding his torso up onto her back. His cock wobbled a bit from all the motion making it a bit hard to aim because of how long it was, but her clit held her pussy open for him to hit an easy mark and he thrust in! Electric pleasure fired up his dick and exploded into his hips, diffusing into his body! She felt so wonderful wrapped around him! Tod thrust into her powerfully, gripping the ground behind them with his large hooves to slam into her as deep as he could, speeding up and hitting climax rather quickly! Horse are not much in terms of sexual stamina, after all. Milly clapped from her seat in the barn only ten feet away- Tod had not even noticed the door was wide open the entire time and she could see the entire thing! Her clapping snapped him out of it and he slowly tip toed his way back off the mare, staring across the fields afraid to turn around and face Milly. "Hey, great job! Mare number one down. Only twelve to go." His face felt hot in embarrassment and he turned at her and squawked loudly! Then made confused grumbling sounds, and then trailed off in deep clicking sounds. "Oh! Shoot, uh, hold on." She dashed into the barn to find something and came back out with a pendant. Milly glanced at it, then at him and just held it against his throat. "Try now?" He made strange grumbles again and an almost chirp. "Hrm, ok. Sorry, you can't talk till I turn you back. I have to put the pendant on before I transform someone. Your neck is too big to put it on after the fact." Milly went back into the barn and was gone for a few minutes before coming back with a formstone. He held it toward Tod and it let off a powerful flash of light and in an explosion of energy- Tod's form exploded outward in a wave of coloured vapor, releasing a perfectly human Tod to fall to the ground in its place- completely nude. Milly laughed, tossing him a jacket he tied around his hips to cover his junk till he could get back to the house and she invited him in for dinner. He got dressed in a simple outfit of borrowed clothing. Milly explained she used the stone on him to give him a 'test run' to convince him to do it. Tod was too embarrassed to speak for some time. His face remained beat red for so long Milly was getting worried he would pass out. Milly grinned at him as he finished dinner. "Well, stud? Staying the night? You wanted sex and there is plenty here waiting for you." Tom just crossed his arms. "Oh come on. You can't say that didn't feel great. And if you didn't want it at all, why did you mount her? There is thirteen mares in total, all waiting for a turn on your meat stick." "Fourteen." "Huh?" "There is fourteen mares, I counted." Milly chuckled. "Oh, right. You can't get one of them pregnant because she isn't a horse. One of them is a human in the form of a horse- I will let you guess which one. There is sixteen horses and one donkey total- two are the studs I normally use. Also, think of it this way; you are helping make the horses stronger and give their species a better chance! You are ensuring the next batch of foals have superior genes!" Tod groaned, burring his face in his hands. "Please don't talk about babies..." Milly just pat him on the head. That night they slept in the same bed, Tod slept with his pillows at the foot of the bed so they were opposite each other. Milly woke up first the next day, eager to get her formstones lined up and ready to go. Tod however remained sleeping for some time. The rhythmic pounding of the rain made it easier to sleep. When he finally got up he groaned at the sight out the window overlooking the fields. Real heavy rain under a matte grey sky. No wind or lightning but still certainly not the type of weather you go out in. Even if he wanted to bail from her plot now he wouldn't be able to get home. He did not have wings or his car now so he would have to walk- and he is not walking through THAT. Even as he ate breakfast Milly presented him the selection of formstones, showing them off. 2]Hippocampus "Its poring rain outside, we can't do anything today anyway." "Huh? Are you made of sugar? You melt in water? I suppose you could mount in the barn too but that would be kinda rude so close to the other horses who are still penned in." Milly motioned out the window to a mare wandering the edges of the field, close to the barn but still outside. "It just so happens we have a girl with an affinity to water. Wet and wild times- live a little!" Tod glanced outside and spaced out a bit in thought. His brain was still working up to speed from waking up. Sex in the rain, huh? While he did not like the idea of being soaked and cold, it did sound like something you'd have on a bucket list. It would be an experience, for sure. Milly's casual approach to the situation helped slowly ease Tod's embarrassment. Milly was the type of person who goes to the bathroom and doesn't bother to close the door. There was at least two occasions she borrowed the shower at his place and pranced around naked like it was nothing. Tod reluctantly agreed, and without giving him the option Milly quickly grabbed which formstone they would use. Because of the situation- one of the form made a lot more sense than the others. After breakfast Milly gave the stone to Tod and he dashed out to the barn. He spent some time wandering around the barn looking at and greeting all the horses. In truth he was having a bit of trouble getting it up. Even though the memory of yesterday's unintentional romp was hot as hell, and he was surrounded by all these fine horses- now being somewhat expected to have sex put pressure on him and made it hard to preform! Just talking to the horses and brushing their mane with his fingers or patting their heads, he could not tell which mare was the fake. The one outside wandered to the open barn doors to see him as well, and he did not know if she was the fake- but could also tell she was not a normal horse. When she turned her head the light caught in her eyes allowing him to see her pupils were vertical slits, not horizontal rectangles like normal horse. When she smelled the male on him her lips curled back a bit and she gave a pleased nicker- and he seen her teeth were all sharp fangs as well, not flat slabs! That was why she enjoyed being soaked! That mare was sired by a Kelpie! When he went to pat the lone jackass- it opened its mouth baring its large teeth a bit as if to bite him and closed its mouth as he moved back. An oddly human reaction- it did not want to be pet. Milly said one of the mares were fake- she did not say if the stallions or jackass were real. The kelpie half-blood certainly seemed ready to go, prancing around the open doors impatiently. Tod decided to just use the formstone now. He was psyching himself out thinking about it- the only correct approach was to dive in head first without thinking! Sometimes your fear of something is the only actual roadblock. Instead of being shy about doing anything in front of Milly, he should take her example and be flaunting! Show off how masculine he can be! Take it as a challenge! Tod activated the formstone, and then set it down on a small tool table near the doors. Because the stone remained close to him unlike the other day- the effects were more immediate. He felt his arm muscles flexing involuntarily and started to strip off the borrowed clothes so he didn't shred her outfits too. Standing there naked actually felt pretty... good. The cool air and occasionally a light misting from the rain dropping only inches in front of him- feeling the open outdoors air on his junk felt refreshing. The moisture had been building in the hot summer air till today so it was getting muggy and gross- this was a nice contrast. The other day his changes started with his junk- but he wasn't masturbating today so the changes started elsewhere. His biceps started to swell up on their own- the muscles tightening and bulging then relaxing but remaining just as distended, growing in gentle throbs. His hands started to compress- his fingers bunching together and then their mobility started to disappear as they fused into a singular mass. His nailed unified and thickened- getting farther toward black as they bulked. His tail started to grow in, and this time it was a much better feeling- not being immediately jammed against his pants since he wasn't wearing them. The feeling was a slight squirming in his lower back as those muscles bulked up and snaked their way down, stretching a tail out with the added length of the muscle groups. He was mostly watching his hands devolve when he closed his eyes and groaned at a pulse of pressure in his head. It was not like the pressure of a headache- the pressure was specifically in the bone only. His ears started to change structure- becoming pointed and longer but also more thin as muscles formed in the base to allow them to pivot around at will. His hairline started to advance down into a mane, and just as it was about to finish its climb down is neck- his neck popped and grew longer! By now his hands were completely gone, replaced by horse hooves and his arms were no longer looking human at all. The bones got bigger, making his arms both longer and larger overall, and the muscles bulked quite a bit. Hard and sinewy in the lower limb- more bulky and bulbous in the upper arms and especially shoulders. He went to moan again but it came out as a bit of a wheeze thanks to his changing throat. His throat tightened as he finished breathing out making it sound like a breathy neigh. The muscles in his throat bulged in the front making him want to move his head back to give it room, but the pressure pulsed in his spine arching him forward instead. The pressure softly built in the back of his neck and then popped and reset- but then climbed again for the next segment. The bridge of his nose popped and expanded greatly as his face started to stretch outward. His eyes started to drift apart as his skull expanded out the middle- moving his eyes to the side. He might have toppled over at this point since almost all of his changes were in his upper body- but his tail was growing below and already gigantic to act as a counterbalance! Certainly nothing like a horse tail- the gigantic muscular and fleshy mass was already trailing on the ground behind him, the base getting more and more thick as it grew, forcing his hips to pop and reshape to accommodate- but that took strength out of his legs. Tod lowered himself to all fours. The half-blood mare watched him intently over her shoulder- her rump facing him as her fat black pussy winked at him and her wet tail swished back and forth, fanning the smell through the air to him. His nostrils expanded greatly and he could once again pick up on the pheromones- this negated the stage fright holding his erection back. Tod breathed in deeper breaths, intoxicated by the scent. Too subtle to identify actively in his mind, but he still knew it was there and still wanted more! His lungs swelled wider with his huge breaths and caused his ribs to start popping as his torso grew barreled. His swelling pectoral muscles were forced forward by the deforming shape of the torso. He rest his crotch on the ground, with his erection wedged between because he could not move his legs at all anymore and could barely even feel them- the nerves and blood flow already rerouted to his monolithic tail by now! As long as his entire body and still growing, his tail squirmed around involuntarily from the growing muscle structure. Tod let out a deep neigh and snorted out two powerful jets of hot air as his face finished transforming fully into a horse. He straightened his front legs to arch his body as high off the ground as possible and felt his cock swelling up now beyond a full erection. It grew longer faster than it did thicker, but it did swell in girth as well. Unlike the other time, its coloration did not seem to be changing at all, it remained pink. As it stretched, rather than the head swelling even bigger, it started to shrink as if the shaft were stealing its mass to add to itself. It became more and more tapered as it grew, till the shape of the head was gone entirely! Even as his torso started to grow longer- his penis raced it, surpassing the length of a stallion! His tail grew so gigantic it consumed his butt- his anus now on the base of the tail as it took all the space between his legs- then pressed into his legs- and then swallowed them! His useless legs were merged into the mass of the growing tail as it became just as wide as his torso itself at the base! His hips no longer had any visible definition! His cock grew so long that even against his completed horse torso- it was long enough to reach his mid-neck! Though tapered at the tip- the base was as wide as the mid-point of a football! Starting at his hooves yet again- ultra fine horse fur started to spread up his arms to consume his torso. The skin at the tip of the tail started to stiffen and bubble up, dividing into hardened keratin sheets as it formed into metallic brown fan-shaped scales, with a thin dark blue strip at the very edge! The skin on the end of his tail stretched out with thin but ultra dense muscle fibers to grow out from under the scales and form two huge flipper-like fins! The remnants of his legs stretched back out into two flippers closer to his body- much thicker and bigger than the ones on his tail, but not more mobile. Scale and fur met at his lower back- fur going further down in the front to the opening of his cock, the scales going further up his back to the middle point. His enlarged balls popped back into him and the scrotum tightened against his body till it was no longer visible. He neighed loudly and shook his entire body to settle into its new form as it completed. Since it is so wet outside- he turned half horse, half fish- a Hippocampus! His cock looked like a whale dork, except veinier and it still had a medial ring like a horse. He looked at the mare and grumbled a bit as his dick trembled every few moments from a throb in its base. He had not considered this problem... he has no back legs. How does he get onto the mare in the first place if he cannot fully stand? She shuffled her feet, trying to shake her tushy for him, getting impatient but she was not smart enough to realize his low leg count. From this angle he could easily see her small jiggly teats from below- the soft round veins bordering the cleft of her huge muscular butt cheeks, and just how fat and round her labia were. Tod tried to move sort of like an inch worm- arching his body and then scooting his lower half forward using his flippers. When his head was far enough out of the barn to catch the rain his ears instinctively pivoted forward and cupped down against his head. When swimming- a hippocampus cups its ears on its head to prevent water from getting in. Tod got almost under the mare, then arched himself way back, balancing on the base of his tail and then using all the massive musculature of his tail to slowly lift himself up onto it, further and further down its length. It was a strain but he was doing it- though his tail ached. He got his front hooves up onto the top of her big round butt and he took a deep inhale from her pussy perfectly level with his nose, but she tried to move back and shove it into him- which almost toppled him over onto his back! He was caught though. He glanced back over his shoulder and seen another, much bigger mare pressing her head into his back to hold him up! She stepped forward and shoved him further up the smaller mare and Tod took the chance to scramble up onto her with his front legs, finally far enough on to hook them around her meaty thighs and slide the tip of his penis into her! Both the mare and Tod nickered at the electric pleasure as he quickly was shoved into her, by the other mare! She bowed her head under the top of his tail and basically rammed him the rest of the way in, in one go! Tod also briefly noted the golden ring of fur around the bottom of her neck, linking to an amber spellstone embedded in her flesh. Looks like he found Fate- the false mare. Thanks to her human intellect, she just let herself out of her own pen. Tod's giant cock completely filled the mare to capacity- each thrust winded her slightly, causing her to huff with each thrust. The heat radiating off their hot bodies diffused quickly into the poring rain washing over them. Their hair sopping wet, hanging heavily off them. Each powerful thrust a loud wet thud. Tod arched his tail under her- feeling her tiny teats press into it as he cradled her lower body with his much longer form. Fate walked beside them, watching with a playful almost mischievous look in her eyes. She leaned in close and caught Tod off guard with a kiss! Kissing as a horse was a bit odd- their tongues pretty big and their lips very soft and loose. Tod completely overloaded on stimulus- between being kissed be a behemoth mare, stretching out the smaller mare from the inside while also wrapping around and squeezing her in from the outside. The veins on his very long shaft all locked into rock hard stiffness as he could feel the force of the cum rocketing up the very long dick and blasting into the mare- stretching her even a bit more with liquid pressure. It was squirting out around his cock even as he still pumped into her, pooling on the ground below them and diffusing into the rain water. Tod remained in her as he started to go soft again, then started to slide off just because his muscles were too drained to continue clinging to her huge rump. He flopped to the wet ground on his back and in a burst, suddenly reverted human! He glanced dreamily back at the spellstone wondering how that happened and seen the jackass had let itself out as well now- and used the formstone to revert him. Without a sound, it wandered back into the barn again. Fate nudged his limp human penis with her huge nose to see if it had any life left in it. Seeing he was drained she huffed and returned back into the barn herself. The half-blood mare was trotting giddily in the rain now, the fire in her loins doused finally. Tod got cleaned off mostly

just by the rain as he walked back to the house. He needed a change of clothes just because the current ones were soaked. He asked Milly if she had been spying on him but she refused to answer... which probably meant that she was. Tod asked her if she had ever considered doing it herself. The formstone worked regardless of gender- the physical gender of the subject was part of its form, so if she used one of the stones on herself she would turn into a male for the duration. Milly just explained that as hot as all the horse lovin' was- she is not into other females. If she changed it would be to let one of the studs ride her- but doing that risked getting pregnant, which she also did not want. "Speaking of the studs though... aren't they super irritated now, surrounded by mares in heat but not being allowed at them?" "Oh, I still take care of the stallions. I just do it with my still human parts~." Milly winked at him, leaving Tod to imagine that scene. The rain continued through the day, stopping here and there and mostly tapering off, but still pretty wet the whole day long. Most of the day ended up being pretty normal- playing games with Milly, talking about random nonsense and watching some shows. Later at night, the rain slowed to a gentle patter on the ground and roof. Milly smiled at Tod and nudged a formstone toward him as she got up to get cleaned up for bed- telling him she knows a great way to put guys to sleep, and leaving it at that. Subtly was never a strong point for Milly. Tod took the stone, looking at the runes dancing just under its slightly translucent surface. He was feeling a little horny, he supposed. Like any muscle, the more you use it the better it gets at being used. Having sex made the body sexually active, and more prepared for more sex. Tod wandered out onto the patio, taking his shirt off and feeling the cool night air on his body. The light from the house behind him reflected off the falling raindrops but beyond that he could only see the vague outlines in the dark. Were the mares even still awake? Though a horse's sleeping patterns is quite different from a humans- an adult horse only sleeps three hours each day so there was a much better chance of them still being awake than asleep. It would also depend on if they are asleep standing up or actually laying down- if they are standing they are only napping and waking them up won't bother them. 3]Longma Tod huffed as he activated the stone and placed it down on the porch. "Does she even have any formstones that are just.. normal horse?" The muscles in his back immediately tightened and he tensed up in response, standing straight. The pressure moved forward around him as his abs started to swell out, gaining definition and then his pectorals. He let out a snort as his nostrils flared and his throat started to bulk up. Veins throbbed stronger as they were pulled into visibility all over his body as his muscles pulled his skin tighter. His shoulder and upper back muscles swelled large, then it moved down into his arms. His bones started to grow, causing his entire skeletal structure to groan deep below the skin as his entire body started to grow in size. Tod's nails started to grow and thicken, stretching his fingers thicker to keep up as they shortened a bit, bulking up and degrading to have less joints. Hair started to grow on the backs of his hands and feet, spreading around his wrists and ankles but no further than that. His toes quickly joined his fingers changing the same way. Tod quickly slipped his pants off before standing on all four limbs- not waiting for his leg structure to topple him over first. His hands started to deviate from his feet a bit though- his rapidly degrading thumb shifted more toward the center of his devolving hands, while all five of his toes remained lined up and equal to one another. His feet started to lengthen, raising his ankles up further and further. His thighs bulged massively with muscle which also caused his ass to become huge and round. Tod's tail started to grow beyond what a horse should have, but not nearly at the rapid growth rate the hippocampus had either. Tod nickered from the odd feeling of his ears shifting- growing leaf shaped and gaining the ability to move around. He could move them consciously- but they mostly reacted on their own by reflex. Like glowing embers, spots of glowing red started to appear in his iris and spread quickly to consume it entirely as his pupils stretched into narrow horizontal slits. His nostrils expanded even more, causing the bridge of his nose to pop and expand as he snorted again- firing two streams of white smoke! Each finger and toe covered in a segment of hoof, stuck somewhere between claw and hoof- his digits all devolved but did not fuse together, he could still move them all individually. When he pressed them together the segments jointed into a V shaped hoof. Because his thumbs had moved up and back, they became almost like a dew claw, but were low enough to the ground and had a large enough claw that its tip still touched the ground. His limbs finished changing by stretching just a bit taller. The growth quickly shifted into his torso, giving off several deep reverberating pops and snaps as his rib cage swelled huge, forcing him to breath in several times without breathing out as his lungs expanded and demanded more air to fill them. His hips popped and became massive and sturdy- but ensuring he could not stand back onto two legs. His tail stopped growing, just long enough that its tip almost touched his ankles- and when the hair grew on it, it only grew from the last fifth of the tail, leaving the top portion still bare. The hair on it also did not match his own- it was bright orange. Tod smiled and groaned in pleasure, moving back to subconsciously press his butt up against one of the posts holding the roof over the porch as he could feel his genitals changing finally. His anus puffed up and turned black and the black coloration bled down across his taint and into his scrotum. His balls swelled quickly, stretching the scrotum smooth as the skin on it thickened to protect its larger load. The growth continued forward swallowing the base of his dick in thick, soft folds of skin creating proto sheath before the cock itself started to grow and draw from that excess skin. After the flesh of his still developing sheath, the darkness became scattered. His entire cock turned black but as it expanded, the blackness broke into patches between increasingly large areas of pale pink. Tod squirmed at the feeling of a tingling pressure on the surface of his cock where blood pressure swelled and two hard, round bumps formed on either side of his shaft! Then it stretched longer and two more bumps formed, then longer, then two more. The medial ring that formed was a bit bumpy itself and projected farther out than normal, making it a pretty intense ridge itself. The corona started to develop stiff bumps around its entire parameter as it stretched wider, deforming the human bell shaped head into the soft dome of an equine glans. More hard bumps formed along the sides the longer it got- the space between each bump was only as big as each bump itself and they traveled the entire length of the shaft- though were a bit smaller on the later half beyond the medial ring. Tod groaned loudly in arousal as the cock finally finished changing, and slammed itself into his underside. All of his claw-like hoof segments started to glow a dull orange with heat! The bridge of his nose started to expand, growing his skull out from the middle, starting to push his eyes out to the sides. His teeth all started to sharpen rather than grow into large slabs, his mouth filled with fangs. His hairline did not expand- his hair started to fall out. Tod arched his back and bowed his head as his spine exploded with pressure and started to yank his body and neck longer. He had to keep shuffling his footing because his legs were getting farther apart- farther than a horse. After surpassing the length of a normal horse's body, the extra length was given to his mid section, which also made him much more flexible and dexterous than a horse. His neck as well continued to grow longer than a horses would be, giving him even more flexibility. The hair on his ankles and wrists became long flowing fetlocks of orange hair, but rather than fur- his skin hardened beyond this point and started to divide into a sheet of scales! Billions of tiny round scales formed a thin sheet of armor across his entire body, giving him a glossy black form. His underside and the insides of his limbs were the only part of his body to remain untouched- completely bare skin, though its coloration darkened to grey-pink, purple, and then black to match the scales. Tod's head remained bowed as he grunt and snorted at the huge pressure building. He could hear the faint sound of skin ripping and feel the tickle of blood down the sides of his head- though he did not feel the actual wound itself. There was several pulses of pressure in a stalled moment, before he neighed loudly and the pressure exploded out of him! Growing extremely quickly, four huge horns erupted from his skull! The two sets of horns tangled around each other before the front set arched forward, around the back of the read set. The rear set hooked around the front of the front horns, and leaned backwards at a diagonal. The horns were heavily ribbed, to the point where they almost had a serrated edge. Like his hoof claws, the base of the horns started to glow with heat but the heat did not travel all the way up their length. Tod rushed forward into the rain to let it sooth him and wash the blood off his head but it did not quite work as he intended. As soon as he stepped into the gentle rain, the drops hissed as they touched him. His body was surrounded by a haze of mist as the water vaporized the moment it touched him! Clouds of mist rose from the ground as his hooves hissed against the ground and dried it below him. He looked down at his devolved hands, flexing all his fingers individually seeing if he could cool the claws consciously- he could. It was like trying to control an erection though- it wasn't at all easy to do, and for the most part it controlled itself according to his mood and energy level. Since his mood was intense and horny- his flame was burning strong. His face cracked and snapped as it finished stretching his skull out into a proper equine shape and he whinnied loud in triumph of completing his changes, white smoke escaping his mouth and nostrils! As he did, a line of scales from the top of his head down his entire very long neck started to glow with heat, going even further from orange to pure white before a tall stripe of flames ignited over them! He had a mane of fire! Half dragon, half horse- he has transformed into a Longma! He wandered into the night, toward the barn, trailing a path of mist from evaporated rainwater behind him. The horses could see him approach the barn even in the darkness of night- the very base of his horns, his hoof-claws, and his red iris could all be seen glowing in the dark while his mane was like a lit torch over him. As Tod expected, it was Fate that stepped forward. She seemed to want some earlier and was disappointed she missed him then. That is why this form was chosen now. Longma was absolutely giant compared to most horses- and Fate was a behemoth work horse breed, she needed a giant brute to fit her. She walked out of the barn as Tod paused just outside. Fate circled him slowly like a shark eyeing its prey, a playful glimmer in her eyes again- he could see the light of his fire flickering in them. She paused behind him and lowered her head. Fate's nostrils flared as he pressed the end of her face to his balls and lifted them up with her nose slightly. She moved around him a bit more and gently kissed up his rigid shaft with her soft lips, causing it to vibrate from throbbing tension. She stepped forward, bowing her front legs and slid the end of the shaft in her mouth. Taking advantage of a horse's long mouth and neck, she slid down a good portion of his cock, rippling her tongue along its bottom and feeling the bumps on the sides. Because it took blood pressure a second to concentrate to them- there was a delay between the pulses. Tod's cock pulsed, then the glans stiffened, then the hard bumps each pulsed one set at a time, going from bottom to the top of the shaft- with a fraction of a second delay between. Fate did not bob too much- pleasuring the shaft almost entirely just with her tongues and playing around the medial ring with her lips just to fire him up even more before sliding back off. Dizzy with arousal, Tod moved almost aggressively without even thinking- the moment her mouth left his shaft he spun around and reared up. He slammed down ontop of her and yanked himself up her back with his front limbs. He only partially snapped out of his frenzy when she whinnied in slight displeasure- he accidentally scorched her a bit with his front claws. He would have to be careful not to grip her too tightly or he will burn her. He found his mark and thrust into her thirsty pussy, having to take several thrusts to get fully in- his dick was not only quite thick, but the added hard bumps created more friction than normal. His body trembled a bit with each thrust as hers did- the bumps were all quite sensitive like the glans, creating even more points of pleasure. The base of his balls bounced off her huge pulsing clit as the balls themselves slapped her huge butt cheeks. Tod felt so powerful, so big. Fate was a huge horse- and now his viewpoint was looking down on her from above, her shoulders, flowing mane and the top of her head. He breathed heavily- sending thin gusts of white smoke at her unintentionally causing her ears to flick from the feeling on them. They were both surrounded in the haze of mist from the boiled rainwater. He nickered deeply in pleasure as his glans swelled huge with approaching climax and the rough ridge of the corona jammed into the walls of her pussy from lack of room! He had to forcefully drag his hips back, raking the deep insides of her pussy and then rammed back in one final time, exploding into her his thick, hot cum. She held for a few moments after he finally stopped pumping into her, then slid out from under him. Fate made a whickering sound that was almost a chuckle, glancing at him as she walked past back into the barn. Yea... she was definitely a human somewhere in that horse form. Tod remained standing in the swirling mists to let them cool his body. When the rain finally stopped he made his way back to the house. Milly's bedroom lights were off so she was likely already asleep so he would have to be quiet when he slipped in. He had a bit of trouble getting to the formstone- it was sitting on the porch but if he stepped on the porch his claws would burn the wood, so he had to reach over and roll it close enough for him to use. Milly was on point with saying it was a good lullaby for him- once he shuffled his way to bed he fell asleep instantly. The next day Tod was woken up by Milly who once again was up before him. She made him a homemade breakfast and also slid him another formstone with runes Tod could not even read- it was a creature he had never even heard of before. She told him it was the perfect form to 'rise and shine' with and gave him a wink before skipping off to do some reading. Tod sighed as he finished his breakfast, eyeing the stone. Now he was starting to feel like he was being treated like the livestock too. He wasn't a breeding machine for Milly to use! He was also still a little unsettled by the fact he was actually making these mares pregnant. Although technically it wasn't with his kids- the sperm he fired in those forms was copies of the animal that was originally used to imprint the formstone with. And the sex was good- he couldn't argue that. Last night's romp complicated things even more- because while she was a horse physically, he technically had sex with a woman. That made him wonder who Fate really was, and if she was looking for a boyfriend for when she isn't equine. 4]Hippalectryon Tod shrugged as he felt the warm morning sun on his back as he wandered to the field and activated the formstone as he reached the barn. Fate had let the other horses out, keeping the studs restrained so they did not get the remaining mares pregnant before Tod could. Fate herself remained in the barn- not interested in a second round for a while. Tod tossed his shirt off and slipped the pants down as soon as he could feel his muscles start to flex on their own. Like with his hippocampus changes, Tod's muscles and arms especially seemed to change first. The muscles on his upper back and arms swelled up, pulling his skin tight and then the bones in his arms started to grow, lengthening the arms. His fingers quickly lost mobility and started to merge together as his nails bulked, blackened, and fused. At least this form seemed to have proper horse hooves. He wobbled in place a bit though as his thighs started to shorten a bit, becoming round and meaty as the femur inside compressed slightly. Tod went down onto all fours to take some of the weight off his legs as he felt his feet start to change- and his hands finished their transition to hooves just as he brought them to the ground. He groaned in confusion pushing more of his weight onto his sturdy new hooves- the way his feet were changing was definitely not into horse hooves. His feet were getting longer, but as they did they seemed to fold over, drawing his big and pinky toe closer together on either side till they touched and fused together like what happened to his hands the night before. His nails all thickened but did not turn black, and they became a bit more narrow as they started to grow out in archs. Bird! He recognised this from his hippogriff form- except it was with his feet not his hands. Sure enough, the remaining three toes got even longer and larger, gaining mobility rather than losing it. Three clawed toes in the front and one behind- a bird foot! Correct in his guess- quills started to sprout all over his lower body, causing Tod to squirm from the prickling feeling. He unintentionally raised his back legs to stretch the new muscle structure, bowing his front body at the same moment his neck cracked several times, stretching longer. He arched his neck backward in response and the muscle in his neck surged in size when he did- squeezing several large veins between skin and muscle. His hair started to grow longer and shift colors, turning from dark brown to dark red and then base red! It became bushier and more wild as it grew out, and then started to advance down his neck to form an equally long and bushy mane. It seemed like he was turning into a hippogriff again only... backwards. Tod could feel new muscle squirming into existence in the base of his ears, causing them to tremble and then flick as they became leaf shaped. His nostrils flared and he grinned as he could smell once again the scent of wanting mares on the air. The skin on his legs started to stiffen and bubble up and then segment as he moved his legs around in place- breaking up into banded bird flesh- its color turned a sandy yellow. His tail grew out to the length of a horses, but instead of hair it grew large quills like the rest of his lower half. Horse fur started to grow in from his hooves up, but before it reached his shoulders his torso started to change shape in preparation. Tod sucked in a very long deep breath as his lungs once again swelled in size. His veins hammered in stiffness as his heart swelled bigger to feed them. Tod's ribs cracked in rapid fire as the entire rib cage expanded. His pectoral muscles swelled up as his body barreled out, popping the pectoral muscles up front more to be between and above the front legs. His hips changed structure only slightly, and did not seem to grow individually of his overall bodily growth, so his back half remained rather lean compared to the front- more than likely because it was avian in nature rather than equine. Tod made a thunderously low pitched nicker as his body finished rounding into its new size. Black horse fur spread up onto his body, then raced up his neck. He closed his eyes as the pressure built in his nose, and his nostrils flared huge just as the cartilage in his nose cracked apart and swelled into a much larger bridge. His skull popped quietly to everyone but himself- since the sound was in his own head it seemed extremely loud to him. His face stretched out and expanded, pushing his eyes to the side in the process. He grew feeler hairs on his chin even before the advance of fur finally reached his face and covered it. His pupils changed to vertical slits, but then sprang back to circles as if unable to decide where it should stay. They stretched horizontal then back to circles, before finally stretching both horizontal and vertical- creating a plus sign shaped pupil! Tod neighed as his head finished transforming. When the fur reached the quills at the middle of his back the quills started to rapidly burst open into full feathers. It was like watching popcorn pop in a microwave! The fur continued to cover his lower body on the underside- the feathers did not grow between his legs. The feathers that grew from his tail were extremely large and long- they formed long arcs like streamers! Tod straightened his legs and bowed his head to look at his underside to his genitals. Once the fur covered the area around it, his junk itself finally started to change. His scrotum tightened, pulling his balls higher as they swelled bigger. Then even tighter it became, pushing them against his body as they grew even a bit bigger. They pulled tighter and tighter, causing him to grunt and scrunch up his face a bit from the ache till they suddenly popped inside of him- one and then then immediately the other! The scrotum quickly tightened more now that it was empty and vanished entirely into him! His penis felt the same inward pull and started to draw back into his body! It created a soft of leaf shaped opening of soft flesh as the dick pulled inward. There was two pressures happening in the same place, one drawing the shaft inward, and another growing in all directions. The veins on his shaft seemed to bulge larger as it was pulled in, and it became rock hard as if struggling against the inward pull. The head seemed to stall at the opening, the glans flaring larger and larger- plugging the hole so it could not be drawn in any further! It stretched against his torso changing from the small helmet shaped human glans into the huge soft curve dome of a horse. The head at least seemed to become that of a normal horse, the rest was definitely not horse like. The pressure in his crotch grew massive, and his shaft started to slide back out! It seemed like it too had become like a horse, but as more of it slid out he realized that was not the case. The more that slid out- the more girth it gained. The huge pressure in his crotch was his cock becoming massive while inside of him! The veins on its surface were giant, and the phallus lacked a medial ring like a proper horse. When finally it was fully emerged the base stretched the newly created opening for it to rest in tremendously. It was a shade shorter than some normal horse penis can be, and it was a bit narrow toward the top just behind the head, but the base was extremely girthy- as thick around as a fire hydrant if not a bit thicker still! The entire shaft did not change color at all, so it was bright pink. It started drooling pre almost immediately. Tod has transformed into a Hippalectryon- half stallion, half rooster- quite literally a horse cock. Unlike a hippogriff it did not have wings, because that would require it to have the upper body of a bird, and roosters can't really fly in the first place. The horse fur on him was black, the feathers were dark brown like his hair color was. His bushy mane was bright red like the comb of a rooster. His tail feathers were all black but faded to dark green at the tips. His balls were internal, even though they were even bigger than a standard horse, and his dick slightly shorter and tremendously thicker. Tod took some time to walk in a circle and get used to these legs. His front legs were better at walking on seemingly, but also his rear half did not weigh as much as his front half so there was less weight to carry on his back legs. Basically in terms of legs, a hippogriff was rear-wheel drive, a hippalectryon is front-wheel drive- the front limbs drive him forward with most of the force, the back legs just keep pace and balance while running. His brows lowered a bit as he finally got why Milly said this was a good form to rise and shine with- roosters crow at dawn. He also had not grown a lot compared to hippogriff and no where remotely close to the size of longma, so he would need a more petite, agile mare to make a proper fit. He almost immediately spotted his target. The mares weeded themselves out to an extent- the ones he already serviced went about their day wandering the fields and playing with one another. The mares he was yet to mount watched him and came close when they seen him transforming. He spotted a mare with rather odd proportions. She was red-brown with fur and hair the same, her body tall and lean in frame, except for her hips. Unlike the rest of her, her hips were large and her butt huge, and on top of that her udder was gigantic for a horse! It looked like two black G cup breasts wobbling around in her crotch! Milly had mentioned she was looking at using virility potions before her formstone idea hit her- she must have used potions on this mare, because these proportions are impossible otherwise. Her front and back half were two completely different body types- she was a pear-shaped horse! The pear-mare nickered as he approached her, turning her huge plump butt to him and swishing her tail to the side, fanning it over her big cheeks. Her pussy released a splash of natural lube as her big clit popped out to say hello and part the curtains for him to welcome Tod inside. Tod's avian legs were quite springy, so he reared up on them and got his hooves up onto her easily enough, hooking his front legs around her huge rump. He thrust into her getting the head in easily and the first bit. As he eased more into her, she became tighter and tighter as the girth of his cock increased more and more the further down the shaft she went. He could only get down to the halfway point! She was deeper but he was just too wide to fit. Tod started to thrust back and forth, letting his mind fade out in the rhythm. She smelled so good, and fit so snugly to his shaft, it made it so easy to forget who or what he really was. He remembered what it was like mounting the others- each a bit different but all so very good. They all smell so good, feel so good... so pretty. He was not even consciously aware that with each squelching thrust he was ramming a bit deeper into her- stretching her a bit wider. He stretched her vagina so wide he was starting to squeeze into her clit at the base of the vulva. She was snorting with exertion, trying to shove back against him in time with his thrusts- also determined to take more into her as if his dick was a challenge. A horse never backs down from a competition. His memories of being a human seemed so distant and irrelevant. The memories of being in these mares were so vivid and abundant now that his mind was tricking itself into thinking this was his life- the human part was just a dream. Tod could feel the slight swoosh of air against his legs from her huge tits swinging between her legs as he thrust into her. He could feel her plump black labia tickling the base of his cock as he approached climax! He was almost completely inside of her! She was stretched tremendously wide! Her legs trembled and the muscles twitched wildly as she was locked into a near-constant state of orgasm from his dick crushing her clit with each inward thrust. They both let out a loud whinny as he came into her- the huge veins on his shaft throbbing rock hard with each burst of cum fired up. Her front legs buckled as the pleasure took the strength out of them, and then her back legs as she was forced into a full sitting position with him still inside of her. He had exhausted the poor little mutant mare. Tod eased himself out of her, her pussy made a loud wet popping sound as he got to the halfway point on his dick and as he removed it fully her pussy remained opened slightly- a bit gaped thanks to being stretched so badly. It would contract back to normal, it would just take a few minutes. Her tits looked especially fat and round when she was sitting like this because they were squashed against the ground. Tod wandered back toward the house, a bit dazed, then remembered the formstone was by the barn. He was so lost in fucking her he completely forgot himself. In a full animal form, their scent made him hormone drunk like they themselves were- luckily getting off cleared it out mostly allowing him to regain his senses. He touched his hoof to the formstone and activated it, reverting once again to full human and quickly slipping his borrowed clothes back on. He sort of wanted to go again- half because that felt so good he wanted to keep the train rolling and half so he could finish filling this collection of mares and go back to his normal life. Unfortunately refractory period was a thing, and it didn't matter what form he took if his dick was sleeping regardless. He went back into the house to get something to drink and rest up a bit. He had spotted another unique mare he wanted to try who was giving him bedroom eyes the whole time. Milly was absorbed into reading a book most of the day, so he actually did not see much of her at all. At least she wasn't peeping on him as he fucked her horses. 5]Ichthyocentaur The ground dried in the heat as the summer sun returned for the day. Tod did not see any of the horses looking out on the fields as he grabbed the formstone he wanted to try. He hummed in thought as he also spotted the formstone for a normal stallion- so she did actually have one. Tod found most of the mares when he walked outside- they were not visible from the house because they were crowded up against the building. There was only one tree on the range and it grew beside the house- all the mare were crowded together laying in the only shade available. The remaining horses must be in the barn- even though their pens were open. Sure enough he spotted the mare he wanted to mount in the barn standing around in the open, just enjoying the cool shade. She stared at him hungrily even though he was fully human still, but Tod was going to fix that quickly as he activated the formstone. He was unaware of the danger he was in. This mare looked at him hungrily even in human form because as a human, he looked like food to her. Her body was sandy colored but her hair was pitch black and hung heavily and straight off her, almost like it was wet. Her mane was so long and voluminous it hung off both sides, and covered half her long face. She angled her head so that her ears parted the mane over her eyes, allowing her to see past her own hair. Her iris were amethyst purple. Tod did not notice when she walked, pacing a bit waiting for him to change that her hooves made absolutely no sound against the ground. They left no tracks. She is only half horse- her mother was a Nightmare, a spectral equine that haunts the dreams of mortals and feeds off the energy siphoned from them from the curses they bestow on their victims. When she breathed out normally it was fine enough to not notice- but when she breathed heavier you could see a heavy, dense black vapor that fell from her mouth and nose, pooling near the ground. Out in the field he would be fine- but in the barn the vapor could condense more and become a problem. Tod immediately staggered from the changes, this time surging in his legs first. He stumbled back till he put his back against a wall and leaned some weight against it. His leg muscles bulked up tremendously fast, his thighs and ass cheeks swelled hugely round and tight and the bones within bulked and grew alarmingly fast as well. His feet devolved hastily to very broad, large hooves- those of a work horse. Tod bowed forward a bit as he felt his spine stretching longer, but then it seemed to build pressure powerfully at his hips, as if the growth had somehow snagged on something. His legs let out a loud pop as they were growing longer and larger overall and the knee joint dislocated entirely- causing him to fall completely over onto his hands! He tried to move the muscles to draw his legs up under him to be on all fours but they did not work! The muscles had inverted- what was forward movement was now backwards! He moved his thigh backward and the knee joint finally re-set, but on the wrong side! His knee was backwards. He felt the pressure build in his ankles when he tried to move his legs and knew it would likely be the same- and sure enough when he flexed it popped and reset the wrong way. Part of his hip broke off with all the movement, and seemed to shift backwards, extending his butt out bizarrely. Before he could figure out what was happening with his inverted legs, the pressure in his spine reached breaking point and it grew out gigantically in a sudden burst- yanking the broken plates from his hips back more and then extending beyond that, rapidly dragging his body out in rapid growth! He could not tell what the mass of growth off his butt was, till his legs seemed to stretch lengthwise and with a sticky wet sound, pulled in two! A second set of underdeveloped proto-limbs divided from his inverted legs. Or more accurately- his legs were properly aligned... to be front legs, not back. The growth off from where his ass used to be continually pressed it farther and farther back. He moved the new proto limbs to try and help scoot the growth along the floor without dragging but they were entirely new limbs, and not even properly developed yet besides. His shattered hips were not hips at all anymore- the front part transformed into a overly large, sturdy collar bone, the plates that broke off became shoulder blades to carry the legs, which were now the front legs of a horse. The giant tube-like growth off his lower body was an entirely new torso! It seemed like a blob of flesh at first, and did not start to take shape till the rib cage started to form to contain the duplicate organs. A second, massive horse heart formed in the chest to keep the blood pumping through a body far too large for a single heart to handle. His human arms felt slightly numb for a moment as the skin hardened into a sheet of scales on the ou

tside of his forearms and backs of his hands. His nails grew into small claws of the same metallic cyan color his scales were. His ears flicked and stretched into the leaf shape of equine ears, but developed small scales on the backs instead of fur- the scales advanced around the edges of his face but no further. They seemed to hug his hairline and contain it while the scales advanced down his neck and tapered off on his upper back- forming a triangle mat between his shoulders and back. In his torso he suddenly felt empty and very queasy as his organs suddenly shuffled. His intestines seemed to fall away entirely, falling into his new torso, leaving the old one behind. To fill in some of the negative space, his lungs expanded greatly and divided like his legs had into a second set of equal size below the first ones. Tod grabbed the sides of his neck at a strange twitch of new muscle and felt two slits form on either side. He had gills! He could breath through his mouth and nose to use his old lungs, or through his gills to use his new lungs and breath underwater! His intestines stretched from the base of his old stomach down into the new torso where another, larger stomach grew from a segment of the intestines- and the remainder was behind that stomach. The bladder, prostate and kidneys remained in relative proximity to his ass- so they were yanked lower as the new body extended. Tod's rump started to lift finally as his proto limbs started to grow and develop. The skin on the ends where it had dragged on and stand against the ground stiffened, becoming thick and leather-like. His genitals followed the proto legs to remain the same distance from his butt- so they were no where near his old legs now. His balls swelled, pulling the scrotum smooth, then grew a bit more, surpassing the size of a normal horse- this overstretched the scrotal flesh though, and caused the balls to rise up against the torso to find enough skin to keep them contained without strangling them. His second body finally finished growing out- but his spine just kept on going completely ignorant of it- stretching a tail out of him now! Between his spine and proto limbs a thin ring of bone kept it barely held together long enough to expand massively into a new, huge hip. The second torso properly expanded out into that of a horse- his human torso grew from where the horse's collar bone was, which is why the collar bone is abnormally huge; its half a collar and half a hip. His tail squirmed around wildly as it continued to grow, bigger and bigger, bending around himself to find room. Tod groaned as his large balls were pulled half inside of him, so only half of them were visible as bulges behind his dick. Since not much scrotal flesh was actually needed to do that, the excess shifted forward and formed a somewhat thin sheath around the base of his dick, then fused to his underside. His dick started to grow bigger and longer now- the surges of growth could be felt all the way back to his ass, starting deep in his taint before becoming actual visible growth in his shaft. With each wave of growth though, there was a downward tug and a jolt of pleasure as his nerves started to peel in half- multiplying as well. Tod watched his violently wobbling dick mutate. "Oh no, not again..." He recognized the start of another division! With every wave of growth, his dick got bigger, longer and less human. The medial ring became a little more pronounced, the corona a little more bumpy, the glans a bit wider, the bulbous head a little but more subdued. But in addition, the dick also became much wider than it should be as a second identical shaft was growing from it, stretching the sheath wider and wider. The glans was the first to double- remaining fused only at the edges; the two heads were aligned one on top of the other. It was not till the shaft just below it gave off a wet sticking sound as it split off that the heads were able to divide as well. The division advanced down the shaft- the two breaking off felt like removing an annoying band aid that had been left on for too damn long. It was a sort of mildly itching pleasure, and then a refreshing feeling afterglow as they continued to split all the way to the base- inside of the sheath. Though they remained pink, he now had two full horse dicks, and they were even longer than a normal horse could reach- though the girth was average. Because of how they are stacked, when his dick throbbed the bottom one slammed into the top one, and then that slammed into his underbelly! The two glans grind into one another as the shafts bounce off themselves and his body- the lucky top dick getting sandwiched between the two walls of flesh. The moist thudding sound of them beating each other became the background music for the rest of his changes. His rear limbs were narrow but quite long. They were simple limbs even once they had finished developing- they had no digits. The femur was incredibly short, making the thigh almost unnoticeable at all from the outside. The shin was a good length, then the ankle and then from there a singular 'foot' bone that was twice the length of the shin- he stood on the end of this bone. From Tom's perspective looking back at them, they looked like narrow featureless pillars. From the sides they looked like fins! They formed into triangular sheets, standing on the points of the half fins with the ankle the only visible joint at the halfway point. Unlike a horse's back legs, his hips allowed sideways motion- he could do the splits with these if he wanted without tearing a groin muscle. There was no hoof to walk on though, no claws to protect the ends, it was just hardened flesh- so walking on particularly rough ground would hurt. The massive tail doubled the length of the body- reminiscent of the hippocampus, except he still had all four legs in addition to it. It grew a small dorsal fin only a foot off his butt, then two smaller fins on the sides further down, and then a gigantic fin on the end made of two huge flippers! Starting this time from around his hips where the human torso transitioned to horse, his dark brown horse fur started to grow and spread quickly as the final layer of the changes. The metallic cyan scales however started as well- beginning in the middle of his equine back on his back, and from his half fins on the sides- the scales did not touch his underbelly at all. The scales became sharper and more pointed the further down his tail they got. He felt a bit of a tickle, and a trail of hair grew on his lower human back to between his equine shoulders as a pseudo mane, finishing his changes. Human, fish, and horse all mixed in equal measure made for an extremely long body. He had transformed into an Ichthyocentaur! It took Tod some time to get a hold of his spacial awareness- he was both a lot taller and a lot longer than any other form he took. He had an extra pair of limbs and even a giant tail to deal with. He felt a mare sneak up behind him, pressing her nose against his balls up under his back legs and gently lick their underside while her hot breath tickled his scrotum. Tod looked behind himself but she had vanished. He furrowed his brow a bit- he never lifted his tail, how would she have gotten under him in the first place from that angle? Two other mares brushed up beside him, rubbing their heads up against him, but when Tod focused his eyes on them, there was nothing there. The nightmare daughter was still real when he looked directly at her though, and she approached him keeping her half-hidden eyes on him. It felt a bit odd, since he still had half a human body, and his nose could not pick up on horse pheromones in this form- however the heavy magic mist she breathed out was poisoning him in the confines of the barn, where it did not dissipate into the air as well as it would outside. She walked up to him and raised her head up, licking up his chest before looking him dead in the eyes and releasing a gust of hot breath from her nose. In the thick air, Tod's head spun slowly and for a moment he took a half step forward, leaning his human torso far forward as he thought he was pressing his face into the plump black labia of a mare- caught in another illusion. The real mare moved to his side and used her soft dexterous lips to kiss his lower cock, causing it to slam into the upper one and both to bounce off his underside- amusing her with the display of dancing masculine meat. She then slid her head up under the front legs and nudged up, giving him the queue to mount up. Tod lifted up his horse hooves and the mare turned as he half turned and he dropped down onto her. Because he still had a full human torso ontop of where there would only be a horse's head, he was a LOT taller than her, so having his upper horse body on her back put his head towering over her- and just clearing the rafters of the barn by a half foot. Even though it was impossible at that elevation, Tod still though he seen other mares brushing their faces near his, licking his bare skin or pressing their delicious pussies to him. The fact he had two dicks actually made it easier to line up- they basically corrected one another so each took its own hole! The mare whickered happily between grunts as he thrust into her, completely filling her- it was impossible not to scratch her itch when he hit everything at once! She hit climax ahead of him and let out a long sigh, releasing a thick cloud of her heavy black mist, darkening the very air around them. Tod hit his peak quickly after- the flare of his twin dicks became so wide that they pressed into one another- pushing enough against the sides of her vagina and colon that they could feel one another through the lining! He came hard into her, gripping her just behind her shoulders with his powerful equine legs. When it should have started to taper off however, it did not. Cum was rushing out from around his dicks, splattering the floor but still more came! Tod's started to feel light headed, his grip slipping slightly as he continued to blast more and more cum! If anything his prostate felt even more swollen, and also ached from the exertion. His urethra stretched from the force of the blasts of cum, increasing the volume of each burst! A minute passed and still he was cumming from both barrels! He gasped for breath, holding the sides of her neck with his human arms as he was too exhausted to hold himself up. In a sudden burst, his form exploded and he reverted human! Tod fell onto the mare's back, causing her to whinny in surprise and buck halfheartedly. She turned to glare at Milly standing in the doorway with the formstone. "Are you ok Tod?!" "W-wuh? How... what..." His head was swimming in the poisoned air still, and his body felt completely drained of all strength. "I should have warned you about her sooner, I didn't know you would pick her. Jade is half Nightmare, she was using her power to trap you in unending orgasm. It is a damn good thing I came to get you for lunch when I did. You probably lost a pound or two of liquid mass- Jade would have made you cum yourself to death!" Milly chastised the mare for trying to kill her mate and quickly took Tod back to the house. Milly made sure he had a ton of water to drink to replace all the liquid she had drained of him and recommended he take a nap as soon as he was done eating lunch. With a bit of a chuckle though, she congratulated him on successfully crossing the deadly mare off his list. As soon Tod touched down to the bed he immediately passed out- absolutely exhausted. He only meant to take a nap, but ended up sleeping the entire rest of the day away. His dreams- unsurprisingly- were very erotic. Between the extreme erotic illusions he had thanks to Jade's magic and the many real life encounters he has been having, his mind was flooded with sexual thoughts and memories. He had been in so many different bodies, burried in pleasure so frequently it was hard to not think about. 6]Hyper Stallion When Tod finally woke it was completely dark out again and Milly was fast asleep on the other end of the bed already. His erection was jammed into the mattress from his erotic dreams. With a bit of a groan he got up, wandering downstairs to get something to drink, still dehydrated a bit. He glanced at the pile of formstones on the table and remembered he had finally found the normal horse one earlier. Well... now he kind of wants to try that one. He did had an insistent erection from his dreams he needed to get rid of. Tod picked it up and wandered out to the barn barefoot again. He seen Fate and the jackass on the far side of the fields flirting in the night. Tod was quiet when he walked in just in case they were sleeping. The horses seemed to be resting but not really sleeping- Fate might have already woken them up unintentionally when she opened the barn to go out. He found the mare named Priestess- a very pampered horse with extremely long, well kept hair. She seemed to watch him rather intently- either wanting to be let out to play in the night or for him to take her... or both. Tod smiled at her and started to undo the latch, but then noticed a shelf covered with potion bottles nearby. He wandered over to them and looked over the labels briefly. These are the potions Milly was going to use before she recruited Tod to be her perfect breeding stud. He picked up a rather large potion bottle for equine genital enhancement. These potions were very potent, and could make the drinker's cock and balls permanently larger. The thing is- it's species specific, and this one was for horses only, it had no effect at all on human genes. A human version of this same potion would likely cost ten times as much. Tod smiled as he looked at the formstone in his other hand. The potion only works on horses- but he also had the ability to BE a horse. If he drank the potion and then used the formstone the potion will work on his other form! Like Milly said, the horse in the stone will already be a prime specimen to begin with, then add the potion on top of that and you have the most impressive horse cock the world has ever seen! Milly was not going to use the potion on the horses anymore presumably now that he was working them over- so Tod uncorked the bottle and chugged the potion of genital enhancement, then scanned the bottle for the one for prostate enhancement for large, long orgasms. He unfortunately was too horny and eager to have read the dosage instructions to realize the potion was meant for ranchers- who generally have more than one horse. The potion tingled a little where it slid down his throat but did not do anything because he was still human. Once he drank the two though, he activated the formstone. Like the first time- the changes immediately started with his already erect dick as he moved to finish unlatching the pen to let Priestess out. The skin of his scrotum thickened and expanded, pooling at the base of his dick to form a sheath as it turned to grey-pink. He flopped them out over the pants- too caught in the moment to remember he should be taking the clothes off while he could. His balls surged in size in a quick burst, and then continued to grow at a slow and steady rate, pulling the skin folds of the scrotum smooth as it continued to darken to bruise purple. It did not take long for the chicken egg sized human balls to swell pleasurably to baseball sized, then softball, then finally to the size of ostrich eggs, sitting heavily in the now smooth black scrotum as the sheath also finished forming- but did not yet fuse to his underside. The size of the sheath swallowed almost his entire dick even though it was fully erect, only the head remained peeking past the plush home. He could feel the gentle pressure of growth from deep in his taint, surging up behind his nuts and into the base of his cock, filling the sheath more. His dick started to wobble and inch forward as its structure expanded not entirely evenly. The growth went from base to tip in waves, making it almost look like there was an object travelling up the inside of his shaft, but it was just the shaft itself expanding. The veins grew to feed it more blood ahead of the shaft's own growth, covering it with soft ribbing from them all. Tod had to lean against the side of the pen as Priestess passed him, just because the pleasure was so intense. It was not as strong as physical touching, but more constant and more all-encompassing, because the growth stretched and tickled all of the nerves in the entire cock all together. The human shape started to deform the larger it became, most notable in the glans were the corona became rougher and the head became more of a softer curve but also wider. The medial ring started to become visible as it reached his rib cage in length. Beyond this point, patches started to darken and expand all over the shaft, quickly darkening to match the jet black sheath that housed it. The head stiffened as it stretched still bigger, inching up past his chest- shaking from tension with each pulse. The area around the urethra started to sink in deeper while the urethra itself remained as-is, standing from the depression. His entire cock turned glossy black except for a single large splotch of pink that remained immune on the back of the later half of the shaft. It finished growing when it was as tall as his neck. This was just its normal size- the potion was yet to kick in. From Tod's toes to his head, he felt a surge of growth deep inside of his body from his bones growing, increasing his entire body size and making the clothes fit tighter and tigher! When the bones in his hands grew, they fused, locking his digits together. He went to pull his hands down, but could not move his fingers properly and before he could figure out a way to do it anyway, his leg muscles tightened and swelled in a wave up his legs, getting more amplified as it went up! His thighs expanded thick, yanking the pants tight across them, but then his hips popped and his ass expanded huge and round with muscle as well causing the pants to burst open at the top! Tod was forced to topple the rest of the way over onto his stiff hands and his hips and ass grew some more, tearing the pants badly so far down that they just fell the rest of the way off his legs. He grunt in pleasure as he felt his shoulder muscles swell and tighten, starting to feed growth down to his arms as well when he remembered he needed to take his shirt off! He could not take it off if he was holding himself up with his hands though. Tod tried to get up but his back cracked several times in protest and took that time to start to expand- and refused to bend in a way that would allow him back onto two legs, he couldn't remove the top. Another wave of growth expanded through his bones and body size, which again caused the bones in his hands and feet to fuse further together. Now his hands and feet started to crack and shift- the bones inside useless as they were anyway, they melted together to form much bigger bones in less numbers. His nails thickened and melted together- looking like liquid as the material shifted even though it still reacted as a solid. His nostrils flared and Tod let out a few deep grunts and snorts as he could once again smell the sweet scent of the mare. His neck started to let out hollow popping sounds as it lengthened, and then the veins swelled tight as the muscle swelled after to fill it out, wider and wider. The neck of the shirt tore in the back, and then quickly advanced down as his upper back muscles swelled a bit more. Tod could feel his tail hair growing in, involuntarily swishing around behind him gently fanning his huge butt. There was a big pressure in his rib cage but it waited till he took a deep breath to actually expand, then forcing him to take several more breaths to actually fill his bigger lungs. His entire torso expanded wider taking the more barrel shape of a horse, this pushed his pectoral muscles further forward and caused his taint to stretch longer in the back, creating a much greater distance between anus and balls. This also set his arms further apart and prevented them from being moved on an inward angle- ensuring they were used as legs now only. The expansion of his torso beyond human shape put equal pressure on all parts of the already torn shirt allowing it to hold out longer than you would think it could- but it ultimately still popped. Almost every seam on the shirt burst at the same time, ripping it into several pieces and slingshotting them off his body. Tod supposed Milly made him ruin one of his outfits, so it was only fair he decimate one of hers too. His hair quickly started to advance down his now huge neck and Tod threw his head back to shake his head and neck- enjoying the feeling of the growing mane getting tossed around. His ears gained mobility and flicked to flex their new dexterity as they started to migrate further up his head and his head's mass surged forward. Consistent with his other changes, the bridge of his nose was the first to burst- being made only of cartilage it was easier to mold than bone. The bridge expanded greatly stretching the nostrils huge along with it, then it started to grow out and downward, then his lower jaw started to expand as well, pulling his entire face out. The expanding from the middle pushed his eyes farther apart to the sides of his head. In his mouth his tongue swelled bigger and much longer to try and keep up with the mouth. His teeth grew huge and flat filling much of the space but not all of it- horses had a gap on their jaw between the front teeth used to grab, and the back teeth used to grind. Now a complete stallion, Tod looked like a mix between a gigantic work horse and a riding horse. Big and muscular, but his muscles were not bulky enough to hinder his agility. His fur seemed to fade in all over his body at once, as if his skin had simply darkened. Most of Tod was black except his hair, and the fur immediately above his hooves was dark brown. He was still bigger than Priestess- she was a lithe horse with an ego bigger than her body. Tod was so ready to mount her he took a few steps toward her before remembering the potions he drank when he felt his dick tighten even further. It lifted straight out, almost touching his underside but not quite, and with each pulse it vibrated- too tight to bob. The veins squirmed under the surface and bulged before the shaft started to expand further. He groaned and took half steps back and forth, unable to sit still from the feelings but also not knowing what to do about it other than let it work. His glans inched up to his equine ribs and started to pass the ribs one by one. His balls grew slow but steady as well- their growth did not give off much feeling on its own but their increasing weight did; pulling heavier in the scrotum which also tugged on the sheath. In periodic surges precum would dribble out the head in a short stream as the glans started to inflate- flaring like he was approaching orgasm. The head became tight to the point it became perfectly smooth and shiny as the corona became wider and wider- becoming so huge it also stretched the last tenth of his shaft wider to keep up. It was so wide that it pressed into his stomach even though his shaft remained hovering a half inch off of it. Tod began to involuntarily twitch his hips in stuttered half-humps, unable to resist the feeling of the top curve of the glans dragging on his skin. His balls reached the size of cantaloupes and lifted closer to his body from lack of room in the scrotum- but then started to slowly sink again from weight as the scrotum too joined the growth. His sheath became tight on the base of his dick- it was so fat the middle of both the top and bottom portion of the cock was actually level with the medial ring between them from the bloat- it was looking like an elastic band strangling the cock's mid point. Tod groaned louder, snorting a bit as he closed his eyes and bowed his head. There was too much stimulus already, he closed off one of his senses for now so his brain didn't overload. The sheath flesh tightened even more as the weight of the cock started to tax it- yanking it down away from the body. The dick started to angle itself more toward the ground because it was just too long and thick to possibly hold up from one end. If you held it straight it would be passing his collar bone now! The head stretched even more massive- it was like an inverted satellite dish! He could feel his prostate tighten, both from the swelling mutated load within, and the fact that it was getting so large that it was running out of space and shoving other organs away to make room. Priestess started to back up, seeing what he was packing and getting more afraid that aroused. She was just a normal horse- but she still knew her limits and he was a bigger horse than her to begin with. The meat stick between his legs was starting to look more like a battering ram used to bust down castle gates than anything biological. Tod was breathing heavily and sweating as his cock grew so large its heavy head pressed into the ground- at the same length as the tip of his long horse face. The shaft started to bend irritatingly because it was jamming into the ground from its weight, but when it twitched in pleasure it trembled just enough to nudge it forward- springing forward with the added growth before snagging on the ground and starting to bend again. He finally opened his eyes and whinnied loudly in surprise as the growth surged. His prostate felt like it was being squeezed, but it just ran out of space and crushed his intestines out of the way and still ran out of room. His taint started to swell out fat and round, looking like a shiny black pool noodle wedged between his huge muscular ass cheeks. His balls swelled from cantaloupe sized to medicine balls- and their weight felt similar too. Even the veins in his scrotum throbbed fatter. His shaft was as thick as a fire hydrant, the veins toward the base so bloated they were almost as thick as a normal cock themselves! Tod looked at his dick nervously as it grew longer than his entire body! Ok... this was way too big. He seen Priestess watching him from a distance- out in the night and he did not blame her- this thing would split her in half. Tod quickly looked around for the formstone- he needed to abort this mission, the potion was way stronger than he was expecting; he could not actually have sex like this because he can't fit into any living creature! He stepped over the shredded clothes and placed a hoof on the formstone, cancelling the spell. His form exploded into colored vapor again and he sighed in relief, before looking down at his nine foot long horse cock. Tod yelled so loud in surprise he woke up Milly back in the top floor of the house! By the time she got to the barn to find out what the heck happened, she seen Tod basically spinning in circles on the spot frantic about the state of his body and not knowing what to do! The formstone failed. He looked pleadingly at Milly as his dick throbbed agonizingly hard. The long silence before she spoke was already plenty indication of how badly he fucked up. She explained that not only did that potion bottle contain doses for ten stallions- it prevented the formstone from functioning. The potion only worked on horses, so he turned into a horse to get it to work- but the changes the potion made to him were not part of what the formstone did, so the formstone did not revert them. Tod asked how long the potion lasts for and Milly just shook her head, rummaging through some larger equipment toward the back of the barn. "There is no duration. The potions alter the genes of the subject. It isn't an extension of your form made from mana. It isn't metaphysical like a formstone shape. It's permanent- that is your body now." Though his muscle mass and size reduced back to almost human, his arms and legs were still very much horse shaped, and ended in hooves- though lacked any fur. His torso was more muscular than it should have been, but was at least once again human. His head and neck was human again, but his ears were fur-less horse ears still, and his hairline went down to the base of his human neck giving him a sort-of mane. His eyes were lightened and the iris small enough to show the whites again like a human, but his pupils were horizontal rectangles like a horse. He had a horse tail and his butt was big and round- but within human possible proportions. Most alarming was that all changes to his genitals from both the formstone and the potion remained entirely unchanged at all. His dick was longer than his horse body- in human form it was bigger than his entire body mass. That meant it was impossible for him to go soft- there was no where for all the extra blood to go! Tod leaned a bit on the nearby pen and slowly stood up- his hips and back were human again so he should be able to walk on two legs, even if the legs themselves were horse. He would be right- except he did not account for the weight. About halfway up his bobbing cock yanked him back forward to the ground, clacking on his hooves hard. His dick weighed more than he does, he can't even walk on four legs because the head of his penis would be ramming into the ground. Milly managed to drag out a huge frame, Tod did not know what it was at first till she undid some latches and he seen the padded ring in the middle. It was meant for milking stallions- they mount the frame and shove their dick in the padded ring in the middle like a false vagina and their sperm is collected on the other side. This one was more technical than the old fashioned ones- once properly mounted the horse's weight caused it to slide and lock into a more leaned forward position, cradling the underside of the horse more and putting him at an angle as if covering a mare. Because it fell into that position, it adjusted automatically to the size of the stallion using it- so it was one size fits all. She pulled some pins out from the sides of the padded ring to adjust it to the maximum available size- which would still be a tight fit, but Tod should be able to get through. Tod was too desperate to think about modesty and immediately tried to go to it, having to buck his hips to shuffle forward- getting his dick off the ground for a second at a time. Milly went over and held it up for him to get over and then helped him aim it in. She also had to remove the collection equipment from the other side of the ring, because he had so much cock coming through that it would just break all the equipment. Tod's face was bright red as he started fucking the artificial mount. Milly hummed in thought- trying to plan out a customization for the mount to have a second ring spaced a foot and a half away from the other one- because as-is he had several feet of dick wobbling around on the other side unsupported. Tod reached climax very quickly and groaned long and hard as the high pressure blasts of cum painted a stripe down the entire middle of the barn and even landing in the field a bit. His glans pulsed bigger and smaller in the aftermath as he slowly started to slide back. The pleasure of sliding back caused his prostate to pulse again, telling him he needed more. He slid back in and slowly started to work up speed again. Then he remembered he also drank the potion that increased cum volume... and since it was the same size as the genital growth potion, it was probably meant for ten horses too. "So... there *huff* is no *huh* way to turn me completely human? Hooves too? *hah*" His expression clenched as he exploded into another orgasm. Milly shook her head. "Yea, you are like that forever now. You shouldn't have gotten greedy! Jeez, you boys are always so one track minded. Bigger isn't always better. You have a huge cock now sure- but you can't fuck anything at all, because it's too big to fit in anything! Even this artificial mount doesn't come close to fitting right, I am going to have to custom mod it. At least you will make the money back from the cost of modding it..." He hit yet another orgasm- glad the machine supported him because he had no strength to hold himself in place. "Y-you *huff* mean from... the foals?" Milly pointed at his still spurting dick. "Well yes, but no. You still have horse genitals, including your prostate- I can tell from the consistency of your cum. Once word gets around that I have a secret prime breeding stud and people get a load of the foals you produced- they will want to get a literal load from you. I can sell your sperm to other ranchers. It's not like you will be able to stop making it anyway." Tod groaned and wheezed as he felt himself approaching a fourth orgasm, in the span of only a couple of minutes. "If... uuugh. If I can't *huh* be human... *huff* maybe I should just use...*hnngh* the formstone, and stay a stallion. At least I might be able *hah* to move around easier in that body." Milly looked surprised, quickly shaking her head. "Oh god no, do not touch any of those stones ever again! I cannot emphasize this enough- you took the potion dosage equivilant of TEN super studs! For both volume and size! The only reason you dick stopped growing there is because you turned back to human! If you tried to go back horse, your growth would resume! Your dick would be like a fucking milk tanker on the back of a transport truck! If it wasn't for the magic mods you would already be dead because your heart can't circulate that much blood! Your body is human but your heart is still horse- which is keeping you alive in this form, but if you got any bigger you'd be a dead man." Tod's life certainly never returned to normal, but he also could not particularly complain. It felt good, all the time- and besides that, it was entirely his own fault that he ended up like that in the first place. She never told him to touch those potions, he did that all on his own, and neglected to read any of the warnings on the labels, which were clearly marked on each potion. Milly upgraded the barn, expanded the fields for more horses, and renovated her house several times turning it into a little country palace with all the money she made selling his endless supply of mutant sperm. Tod himself faded a bit in mind- sinking into the pleasure. He had to milk his mutant mega shaft so frequently he did not have a lot of time for anything else. And doing nothing but fucking and cumming did not require many brain cells, so he found himself stunted mentally, and even regressed a bit over time, becoming a bit of a dummy. The moral here- don't get greedy; it isn't about getting what you want, its about wanting what you have. And also- size does matter. Too big is a real size, and really annoying to have. You can work around too small with technique, but if you can't even fit in her in the first place you're kinda screwed.

Title: Cost of Life 2 - Chapter 2 by Sci the cheetah Tags: Bunny, Gay Relationships, M/M, Master/Pet, Snake, Vore (soft), Wolf NOTE: This story was written by myself AND my loving pet, Arlian (Who sometimes goes by Wolfi). We BOTH worked hard on this story and we hope you enjoy it. \*\*\* Cost of Life 2 Chapter 2: Understanding Karen sat there for a few minutes before he decided to see what was wrong. Not bothering to cover himself up, he slithered over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "C-Chris? Did I do something wrong?" Chris didn't answer right away...no, he was very silent inside the bathroom when he heard the knock on the door. Slowly he walked to the door, standing there. "No, Mistress..." he said sadly, feeling tremendously guilty inside. "Please, talk to me. What's wrong?" His shaft was already back in his sheath. He was very worried about his new pet. "I don't want there to be any tension between us." He kept silent for a few moments, looking at the door. "You....I thought....you were a woman...." he answers sadly, swallowing softly. "I...I thought of...how sick it was...a girl wanting to fuck a gay boy...I thought the most horrible things about you..." he says nervously, tears forming in his eyes. Karen blushed heavily, the redness in his cheeks showing through his pink skin. "You know...just saying that has made me really happy. I've always wanted to be seen as a woman by someone. I guess you could say that it was a bit of a challenge to myself. And I forgive your thoughts. You didn't know. Please, come back to bed with me." Chris blinked in surprise at the response, reaching a shaky paw to the doorknob. Quietly, he unlocked the door and moved back. "It's....It's open..." he says softly, looking downward before he sat down on the toilet. Karen slid in and looked at him. "You know...you're a really handsome bunny. Please, if it means anything, I want you to stay with me. I would like to get to know you better. And being your friend would be great if I can't have more with you." He blushes at the naga's remark, looking downward still. "Now....Now that I know you're male.....I....I can do...more with you now..." he says softly, his own blush showing. Karen giggled a bit. "Oh, you're going to do more alright. A LOT more." He lifted the rabbit up again and carefully carried him into the bedroom and gently laid him on the bed. His shaft was starting to peek out again as he gently laid on Chris and pressed his lips to the lapine's. Chris squeaked softly as he was lifted, than carried to the bedroom. He looked at the pink naga's shaft started coming out before he was given a kiss on the lips. He shuddered softly and moaned in his throat. Karen murred into the kiss as he rubbed Chris's chest a bit before slowly breaking the kiss. "Tell me you want it. I want to hear you say it, my cute lil' bunny," Karen teased before he gently nipped at the rabbit's neck gently. He whinced softly at the nips, closing his eyes tightly before he gives weak nods. "I-I want it....I-I want it Karen..." he say softly, his tail flitting under him. Karen reached down and slowly began to remove Chris's pants and underwear, the only things that the bunny was wearing. He murred as he looked down at the plump sheath. The bunny's sheath was indeed showing arousal, it already plumped up and a pink cocktip poking out. He gives a nervous whimper, his eyes still closed and his legs shifting all about. Karen noticed the nervousness. "Is this your first time?" he asked the rabbit. Chris looks up at the naga, shaking his head nervously before closing his eyes up again. Karen then realized what was going on. "This is your first time with a predator that you like, isn't it?" he asked. "Don't worry. I promise that I won't eat you unless you ask." He looked down, still nervous and fearful, but otherwise he didn't say anything. He didn't want anyone to know what he went through. "I think it's time you told me about Cora," Karen said as he hugged the rabbit close to him. "The sex can wait. But in order for me to be able to help you relax around me, I need to know what happened." Chris felt his eyes grow wide when hearing that name. He started to squirm and whimper when feeling the naga hug him close. "H...H-How....d-do you know that....that monster...?" he asks fearfully. "I have the ability to read people's minds. Of course, I'm not that good at it, so all I could get was a name. But please tell me what he did to you and who he is." He trembles fearfully, tears formming in his eyes. "H-He.....h-he's a naga....a c-cobra....a horrible monster..." he said with nervous sniffles. "H-He...ate my parents....right in front of me...when I was only seven...th-then afterward he injected me....with his venom....to see if I'd survive it to become....h-his toy...." Karen gasped a bit. "That's horrible. Oh, you poor thing. I'll talk to some people and have them on the look out for him. Cobra's do tend to be a bit aggressive, but that's going way too far." Karen nuzzled the bunny. "Don't you worry, Chris. I'll take good care of you." Chris whimpered when feeling Karen nuzzle him, tears flowing down his cheeks shortly afterward. He didn't want to tell him all of it, but what he did say was enough. "Is there anything you want me to do for you?" Karen asked softly, his voice showing concern and care for the rabbit. He flinches softly, but gives a shake of his head so he wouldn't have to talk. "N-No....I'm okay..." he says softly. "Well, I guess you're not in the mood for sex now, are you?" Karen asked as he gently rubbed over Chris's body with his paws. Chris looked up at Karen, worried that the naga would be upset with him for not getting to screw something. "I-If...you want to...I'll...suck you off..." "Well, I wouldn't mind it. But I won't force you." Thinking about the bunny's cute maw wrapped around his shaft was already starting to turn him on, but he didn't want to upset him by saying that. Slowly, the bunny leaned down toward Karen's shaft, the musky smell going right into his nose before his tongue reached out to take the member into his muzzle. Karen gasped and let out a moan as he felt his thick shaft sliding into the soft, warm muzzle of the lapine. "Oh, Chris. It feels so good," he said even though only part of his cock was in the muzzle so far. Chris remained silent as he gently took the rest of the naga's shaft in and began to suckle on it, closing his eyes while he expertly worked the member inside his mouth, like the was he was beaten to do so. Karen moaned out a bit more before stopping him. "W-Wait...this isn't fair. We could at least do sixty-nine. You deserve to be pleased too." He blinked when feeling Karen stop him, slowly shaking his head and going back to pleasing the pink naga, his eyes closed tight again. Karen let out a slight growl as he pulled the rabbit's head off of his cock. "Look, I want to suck some bunny cock, so turn around and we'll do sixty-nine." Karen laid back so that Chris could lay on him. Chris trembled when hearing the growl, slowly climbing up onto Karen's body and resuming his actions, his eyes still shut so to hide his building emotions. Karen bent forward slightly and gave a long lick over Chris's sack, murring at the musky taste. He then licked down the rabbit's sheath and cock, loving the salty, musky taste that was on it. Chris didn't make any noise as he continued to suck on Karen's shaft, his own crotch becoming muskier and more plumped from the licks the naga gave him. Karen closed his eyes as he began to suck on the tip of Chris's cock, loving the texture of the shaft as he licked over the tip of it and began to swirl it around in his maw slightly. Chris panted softly against Karen's crotch, his shaft slowly slipping further into the naga's swirling maw, his tail flitting. Karen murred at the warm panting around his cock as he began to suck a bit more on Chris's shaft. He pushed a digit into the rabbit's hole, trying to stimulate him even more. Chris winced at the intrusion to his tail hole, whimpering before he started to pre into Karen's muzzle, his own maw so far down around the naga cock it was in his throat. Karen let out a moan around the cock before slowly taking it out. "How about we take this a step further? Would you like that, my bunny?" Chris blinked nervously, trembling worriedly before he looked at Karen. "W..W-What do you mean...?" Karen gave him a small grin. "I mean I want to take your tight rabbit hole," the naga said as he pulled his fingers out of said hole. The bunny yelped when he felt the fingers get pulled out of his tight anus, trembling softly. "I...I-If you really want t-too...." he says softly. "Oh, I do. Right now, that's what I want the most. Get on all fours for me," Karen ordered in a soft tone. He wanted to show the bunny that naga's can be kind, even when they are the ones in charge. Chris trembled faintly, slowly getting onto all fours like Karen ordered. He lifted his little tail, his pink bunny hole on display, looking tight. Karen leaned forward and gave the bunny pucker a nice long lick before pushing his tongue into the hole to loosen the rabbit up before he would be humped. The white rabbit gasped loudly and moaned, shaking, feeling his innards being slurped all around by the naga's long, smooth serpentine tongue. After he was sure that the tail hole was well lubed, Karen pulled his tongue out of the tight hole and positioned his long shaft to the tight pucker. He bent over Chris's body and whispered into his ear. "You ready?" Chris gasped as he felt the tongue leave his insides, feeling the tip of a heated shaft against his pucker, making him shiver nervously. He gives a quiet nod to Karen's question, his eyes closed shut again. "Just let me know if it hurts," the naga whispered calmly as he slowly began to push in. He nodded again, gasping and trembling as the naga slowly began to push himself into the bunny's sensitive rear. Karen slowly pushed all the way in until he was hilted. He then held it there and began to kiss Chris's neck a bit to keep him calm. Chris moaned and shuddered as he felt that shaft rest inside his rear, his eyes closed tightly when he felt the naga start to kiss his neck. "It doesn't hurt does it? Are you enjoying it so far?" Karen asked. Even though he wouldn't admit it, he was nervous about scaring the rabbit off. He panted softly, shaking his head at the does it hurt question, his innards squeezing and rippling on Karen's length as it slid into his body. Karen slowly began to go in and out of the tight hole, trying to be careful not to hurt the rabbit that he now realized that he cared deeply for, even if he didn't know why. Chris moaned faintly as the thrusts began, his eyes closed tight while his insides continued to squeeze on the length going in and out of his rear. Karen relaxed a bit as he heard the moans and began to pick up his place, feeling his large shaft being squeezed by the tight rear. "You're tail hole is nice and warm. I love how it feels around my big, thick shaft," he whispered seductively. The little bunny trembled as he felt his rear being used, not daring to open his eyes to see what was happening. The whispered made him whimper mentally, having heard that same line before, and not under nice circumstances. Karen sensed that what he had sensed had upset the bunny slightly. "I hope I'm pleasing you as well," he quickly added as he reached around and began to stroke the bunny's meat. Chris blinked when he heard Karen's next statement, gasping at the touch to his sensitive member, softly trembling and panting from the naga's pressence to his cock. Karen continued his pace while continuing to paw off the rabbit, slowly making his movements faster and faster until he was sure he couldn't hold it in anymore and he came heavily into the tight tail hole that his cock was filling. Chris let out a heavy gasp when he felt the hot fluids spill into his rear, making him squirm and wriggle in shock while his own cock started to make a mess on the bed under them. Karen let out an ‘oof' as he collapsed on top of Chris. "S-Sorry about that." He nuzzled the bunny a bit. "Did you enjoy that?" The bunny whinces softly as he feels the naga collapse on him, giving a tiny nod before he felt the nuzzles. He could feel those pink scales against his body, reminding him that it was a naga showering him with affection. "Look, I want you to know that I will never let any harm come upon you. And if you don't want to be my pet, I understand. But I do want you to stay here so that I can at least protect you, okay?" He blinked, slowly looking at the pink naga again, his ears able to hear the honesty in the serpent's voice. Maybe....maybe he could trust him...Swallowing, he leaned up to nuzzle at Karen's chest, murmuring faintly. Karen smiled a bit. He really did like the bunny. He slowly pulled out of the rabbit's tail hole and laid down on his bed, his meal mostly digested at that point. "Perhaps you wouldn't mind cuddling with me while you tell me a bit about yourself," he suggested as he patted the mattress next to him. Chris gave a soft murmur when the cock came out of his rear, slowly laying down on the bed. He felt his whole body was heavy and tired, the little bunny tail flitting again. It seemed that talking would have to wait, because soon he was letting out tiny little snores, his breathing even and smooth. Karen smiled as he looked over the bunny. "Rest well, my bunny." He gave the rabbit a kiss to the forehead before laying down to fall asleep himself. ‘This is the beginning of a very wonderful relationship,' he thought before falling asleep. END OF CHAPTER 2

Title: Windswept by Squirrel Tags: Character Development, Fox, Leopard The world was weary and windswept. And white. But none of that could be seen. Not in this. Not in the absence of all earthly light. Assumpta padded over ice. Thin, thin ice ... holding her breath at each slight cracking sound. The sky was dark. Twenty-four hours of dark. Today was the winter solstice ... here. Here above the Arctic Circle. Sub-zero (without the wind chill). And her furry, snowy pelt, and her hot predatory blood ... kept her warm. Kept her from freezing. Oh, she was born in this! Was born FOR this. An Arctic fox had stolen her fish ... from her hut. She was going to get it back. He'd snuck in while she'd been resting (which she scolded herself for ... why was she resting ... ) ... Eyes squinting, she could make out the tracks. His tracks. Barely. In the frigid, freezing moonlight, she could make out the tracks. The sun may have taken a six-month hiatus, but ... the moon still showed its face. The moon was subservient enough that it couldn't take vacations. It showed up. Day after day. It knew its duty. The fox wasn't too far ahead. He wasn't faster than a snow leopard. And, despite any evidence, was not more cunning than one, either. Oh, she could smell him. He'd crossed the frozen river. He knew he was lighter. Knew she was heavier (and had more muscle) ... figured, being a feline, and ... having a natural disinclination toward water, that ... ... Assumpta would not follow. Was betting his life on the fact that, oh, she would not follow. Fool of a fox! But she would. Oh, she would. And, oh, she was. Don't think, don't think ... cross. It's not water. It's ice. It's ... whatever. Don't think. Don't look down. Focus, focus, and ... ... tread, tread ... ... creak ... and ... ... stop. Stop. Hold your breath! Even with her thick winter pelt, a plunge into the ice ... would be certain death. She would probably be swept away by the underlying current, and wouldn't be able to surface to breathe (due to the ice-sheet being so vast) ... was it worth it? Was she being too harsh? Was she obsessing? Her fish. Her supper. That's all this was ... that's what she was hunting him for. He was a fellow predator, and ... no, no, no. Wasn't the fish. She had been bested. She had been one-upped. In her own territory. In her home. By a fox. No, this wasn't about fish ... but damn it all, she WOULD get her fish back. And she scanned the horizon. Hard to do, being that it could barely be seen. But her ice-blue, slitted feline eyes ... they searched. Scanned. Saw. And ... there. The shadow of the fox. On the other side. And she quickened her pace. Going as nimbly as she could. This far out, in this remote region, there were no bridges. No way else to cross. By summer, boat. Canoe. Whatever. By winter, it was ... sled. She had no sled. Only her own sturdy foot-paws. And her tail to balance her as she went. Her ice-blue eyes narrowed, searching ... seeing better in the night than the criminal fox ever could. Seeing him. She now had him in her sights. And he wasn't going to leave them. He was as good as dead. One sense down ... several to go. Smell. She could smell him. Touch ... she could almost touch him ... as she sprung to the solid, compacted snow of the other side. Nearly toppling over, but throwing out her arms and paws and steadying herself, bending her knees, and then ... vaulting back up. Sniffing the frigid, killing air. Which, even being BUILT for this environment ... the air STILL burned her lungs. Still made her want to cough. Still so cold. But it would take more than cold to stop her. She knew. She vowed. As she went to a sprint. Her breath leaving vapor trails, vapor clouds, crystalline ... and her foot-paws going crunch-crunch-crunch in the virgin snow ... as she hunted down the hunter. Predator versus predator ... over fish? Over supper? So, that's what the world had come to. That's what her young life (at this point) had come to ... and the pangs, the little voice in her head ... telling her to go South. Go South. Where the prey are. You know you're more like them than you care to admit. You know you're squeamish about killing. You know you ... feel things that other predators don't feel. You know you're different. You're special, Assumpta ... She pushed the thoughts aside ... and ... ran, ran, ran ... You won't be able to kill him, the voice said ... coming back. Not going away. Are you really going to kill the fox when you catch him? Are you really going to BE a predator? Are you really doing to do the right thing (and draw his blood ... staining the snow)? Or are you going to flinch. Flinch, Assumpta ... like prey. You are prey ... You've disappointed your family. Your culture. You know they're considering banishing you. It's because you are weak. Run, run ... bolting, kicking up snow as she went, panting, eyes furious. Shoving the voice out of her head. Shoving her own doubts aside. This wasn't the place (or time) for them. She had to go on ... on, on, on. Even as all (in every invisible way) was coming untied. She pursued ... ... and she could hear his heart. Hear his panting. Hear the flagging of his bushy tail behind him. She could HEAR his fear. A predator feeling fear! It fueled her forward. He was no longer a predator (in her mind). He was the prey. Oh, he was the prey. Not her. Not her (despite her inclinations). No, no ... I am not prey ... ... he is the prey. You must kill him. There is no other way. She reached, reached, and ... ... pounced! Tackling the fox to the ground, wrestling, tumbling over and over each other. Until they stopped. With her on top. Pinning him down. "Mmf!" went the fox, yelping, yipping, and trying to bite her. But she socked him in the muzzle with a powerful, clawed paw. And pinned both his arms to the snow. To the white (which was reflecting every ounce of that moonlight). And both furs ... snowy-white. Both of the ice. Both huffing. Both reeeling. Both unable to run anymore. "You ... you have," Assumpta panted, "my fish. My supper. Give it," she demanded, "back." She clawed at the pack he wore on his back. The fox glared at her. "Food is scarce," was his response. "I have to eat." He tried to put on a sympathetic face ... "Then why not ask ... for food? Why steal?" She ripped the pack off his back, undoing the zipper. "Because you are a feline. Because you would've said no." Every breath he took ... visible. Every word punctuated by vapor. A quiet shake of the head. "I would not have." "A practiced liar, I see," said the fox. "I do not lie." "No?" A huff. "I will not," she assured, "be baited by you ... you stole. You will pay." "By predatory law, you have to kill me, yeah?" he asked. "I stole from you. You must punish me. So ... are you going to kill me?" he taunted. A hesitation. "No matter," the fox continued. "Does not matter what you do to me. I am a fox. I am ... full of guile. I am sly. It is in my nature to ... pull tricks. If I don't steal from a higher predator now and then, how can I expect to stay sharp? To stay nimble?" "Or, indeed, alive?" was Assumpta's response. Pressing down on him harder. The fox squirmed, and ... heart beating, and ... hissing, "I regret ... nothing! Do to me what you wish. Ravage me, for all I care ... " "No ... you would enjoy that," she whispered, "far too much." A sly grin. ... her eyes locked his. Gazes. Frigid ... and fiery. All at once. And, suddenly, the fox went ... limp. Stopped struggling. As if ... giving silent consent. Letting him know that ... she could have him. That he would take her. That, out here, in the tundra, in the endless night ... ... they could breed. They could ... " ... do it," the fox whispered. "Come on ... do it," he taunted. "We're both hunters. We both take what we want. We both need it. We both ... want," he whispered, "it." "All I want," Assumpta said quietly, swallowing, exhaling through the nose (where streams of breathy vapor showed). "All I want ... is my fish. My supper." "Supper? Why does it have to be fish ... " A squint. "Why should I trust you? You are a fox ... as you said, you are a practiced trickster." "Think I'm gonna ... fertilize the flower and ... in the afterglow, break free ... and escape? With your soul's imprint AND your fish?" he said (referring the prey belief that, when two individuals yiffed ... they left an imprint on each other's soul, an intimate, spiritual stamp ... and that ... to imprint, or yiff ... outside a loving, committed mate-ship ... was to invite pain and ... would lead to a dark road ... was to slowly sell your soul away ... ) ... "I think ... you are not worthy," she huffed, "of this huntress." And she socked him again. He yelped, and ... ... while dazed, she took his pack (which held her fish). And she stood, panting, growling ... and showing her teeth. "Leave me alone," she demanded of him. "I am sparing your life. In return, you shall leave me alone." "But you're like a flame, feline ... don't you know that?" he replied. "No one in their right mind ... could stay away from you." A squint. "You have a ... pull," he said, "about you." "You do not KNOW me," she said, and backed away. Padding (at somewhat of a hurry) back to the riverbank. "There are worse things to lose," the fox said (in an enigmatic, parting way), "than your supper's fish." The snow leopard didn't know what that meant, exactly, but the words rung in her ears ... as she went away. Back over the frozen river. Back to her hut. And, upon reaching it, slumping to the floor, sighing. She was losing her predatory edge. She was. She should've killed him. She shouldn't have been stolen from in the FIRST place. They would kick her out. They would ... place her in exile. But she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. No, she would leave first. She eyed the door. She would leave first. She gathered her things ... basic tools of survival. Enough to last her the journey out of this tundra. Leave first. She reached the door. Closed her eyes. Said a prayer (something only prey ever did). Leave. She left.

Title: Part II - Taking Care of Business by Zorha Tags: Bondage, Crossdressing, Gangbang, Incest, M/M, Master/Pet, NC, Various Species, Virgin, Wolf Disclaimer: I didn't wear any pants while writing this. More Important Disclaimer: Contains Furry Smut. Seriously, I mean a metric fuck load. Most of it in the M/M variety, but despite my best intentions, the gangbang scene at the end of this twelve page story got a little wild. Sorry. \*Sweatdrop\*. If your underage don't read this, as it might twist your innocent little mind. \*coughs\* Furs who read the first part of this story series will notice that Mycaelis' character changes a lot, and that ties into how such a loving father from Part I of this series could torture a fur in Part III of 'Dinner Date'. It's plot related. \*Gasp\*. Sorry this took so long, hopefully it was worth the wait. Thanks again to Purplewoof for his advance feedback. Rin, Dev, and Eden are copyright LittleVixen712. Zeke, Drake (uncredited), and Star are copyright Eldyran, Grylor is copyright himself, used with his permission. Mycaelis is copyright Eldyran, but created with suggestions from Slumovsky. Even Mycaelis knows Not to Taunt Happy Fun Ball(tm) !!! **Family Business - Part II - Taking Care of Business** **2006 by Eldyran and Grylor** "Objection." "Overruled." Judge Carver glanced back to Mycaelis over after peering at Ms. Starling over the brim of his horn rimmed glasses; the thick, coke bottle lens distorting his stern, dark stare. The old badger seemed to huff a bit, as if inhaling to add force to what he was about to say. "Mr. Avenches, please offer proof of some semi-regular income, so that the state may establish proof you are able to support your son in a decent standard of living." "Yes your Honor ..." With that Mycaelis stood up, smoothed out the few wrinkles in his well cut Italian suit, and handed some paperwork to the bailiff. The female husky in turn handed copies to the Ms. Starling and Judge Carver before she resumed her regular place. The judge poured over the bank statements with a stern eye, shuffling over the pages of deposits and withdrawals. "Mr. Avenches, most of these deposits were made this past month. Can you please explain to the court why?" The judge pulled out a highlighter and marked down some things on his copy. Mycaelis inhaled, calming himself before he spoke. "I finished three of my four latest documentaries this past month, and other royalties from previous ones also came in. As you can see, I manage my budget ..." The perfectionist female wolf lawyer for the state balked at this statement. "Objection, your Honor! These deposits are all from money orders ... which does not establish any proof of his outrageous ..." The old badger puffed up a bit, his gray fur bristling. "Overruled ... Mr. Avenches ... this court understands that your income is unusual, and so it will not place a further burden of proof upon you. However I would ask that you keep a close eye on your funds." Ms. Starling tried to chime in again. "But your Honor ...!" The grizzled badger gritted his teeth, his dark eyes glowering. "Ms. Starling, will you approach the bench?" The picture perfect female wolf with wire framed glasses looked startled for a moment, and then skittered up to the badger, now nervous. Mycaelis gave a smug grin, and turned to smile back at Samuel, the lynx who sat in the back row of the courtroom. The sly feline doctor nodded back to his lover, watching the exchange up at the podium with some measure of satisfaction. While the lawyer was busy in conference with the court, Grylor peeked his tan lupine head into the court and sneaked in. The preteen wolf wore a nice formal black dress and blouse with black high heels, with green lipstick covering his muzzle lips, the green of the lipstick matching his jade eyes perfectly. Mycaelis' own light green eyes grew wide, their similarities in fur and eye coloration too close to be simple coincidence. He doubted that even Ms. Starling would recognize Grylor dressed as a female, and his perfume would likely mask his scent. Still, he didn't want to take any chances. He shooed his son back out of the courtroom with a flourish of paw signals, his fangs bared. Grylor ducked his head and gave a silent whine before he slipped back out of the room, undetected. As soon as he was out of sight, Mycaelis turned back to the judge and stood up. "Your Honor? Could I request a recess?" The judge looked up from the frustrated, admonished female lupine and banged his gavel. "Very well ... the court grants a fifteen minute recess." His stared shifted back down to the lupine in front of him. "I urge Ms. Starling to take this time to collect her composure, as further outbursts will result in this court's contempt." She huffed once before she snapped her parted muzzle shut and stormed out of the courtroom. Mycaelis sighed and left the courtroom, already tired. His son had again almost inadvertently destroyed his careful laid plans to keep what little of his family reminded together. He wanted to be angry, but now was not the time to express it. As he stepped out of the courtroom, Samuel joined him and put a paw on his chest. "Mike. Can we talk?" "Sam ... I need to talk to Grylor ..." "It will only take a minute. You have fifteen ..." "Okay," Mycaelis sighed and nodded his head, "I suppose I owe you that much, for pulling some strings and getting us a judge who hates that bitch as much as I do. I can't understand what Grylor's mother saw in her." "Yeah ... it's a mystery even to me. But ... I wanted to talk about ... us ..." The lynx bit his lip, hoping the wolf wouldn't be mad for bringing this up. Ever since the funeral of Grylor's mother, Mycaelis seemed to be drifting further and further away from him. "Us?" "Yeah. Us. Look, I know how you feel about your son, and him about you, but even though it's ... unusual ... I hope that it won't come between us, you know?" Mycaelis looked away before Samuel took a paw and turned the wolf's face back to him. "Mike. It's not like that. I promise. I'm not some sick kink who wants to get involved with your film business. I'm actually camera shy if you can believe that. I just want to ... be with you ..." "I know," Mycaelis replied, looking down at his well polished shoes, "And I know if it hadn't been for you, Grylor would most likely be in a foster home right now, but ..." "But ...?" The lynx looked worried, fearing the worst. " ... Things are just complicated right now. I need to take care of business. Grylor comes first, and he always will. Anything else ..." The lynx closed his amber eyes, tears threatening to spill down the gray fur of his black striped cheeks. "Okay Mike ... I get the idea ... just know ... I ... lo ..." The wolf pushed a paw to the feline's lips, silencing him. "I know Sam. I know ..." The lynx turned and walked away before he could break down in front of the male he loved and create a spectacle for the many passerby's who milled around just outside the courtroom. Mycaelis rubbed his eyes and snout, that confrontation being much harder than he expected. He glanced up at a brass grandfather clock in the hallway. Ten minutes. He scanned the hallway for his cross dressing son, but didn't see him. He noticed the door to the female restroom was ajar, and his fur bristled. He strode to side of the door and sniffed; the light scent of Grylor's perfume drifted in the air. "Ms. Stillwater, you think you're coy, do you? Hiding in there? Let me tell you something, I've had it up to *here* with you. Oh you *think* that I'll forgive you for this serious lack of discretion? You ... just ... wait ..." There was a quiet whimper from inside the small restroom, and Mycaelis closed the door and walked away, fuming... \* \* \* \* \* Grylor watched through the sedan's passenger side window as the Seattle suburbia passed him by. The intermittent lights of lamp posts danced off his fur as they drove by; the February night closing in fast around them. The tires of the sedan sloshed its way through some snow and slush, but his father didn't ease off the accelerator even once. He glanced over to his father, whose grim, solemn features were draped in heavy shadow. He tore his gaze away and shivered. He didn't like his father when he was like this. It started the night his father caught him messing with his cameras. He had changed. Before he realized it, the sedan pulled into the driveway of their new house. Grylor didn't want to move out of his mother's old house, but his father insisted, saying something about a will. As a concession, Mycaelis allowed Grylor to keep any of his mother's things he wanted too. The only thing Mycaelis kept was framed picture of all of them in the hospital delivery room. They held him together, his mother in her hospital bed, his father with a camera, and him as a newly born puppy, swathed in bloody towels. Grylor never understood why his father picked that picture to keep, as gore always used to make him ill before. Mycaelis didn't even wait for the engine to come to a complete stop before he pulled the emergency brake and yanked the key out of the ignition. He got out, slammed the driver's side door shut, and stormed over to Grylor's side of the car. Grylor's eyes widened and he whimpered, moments before he slammed his paw down on the door lock. Mycaelis tried the handle and growled, before whipping out his keys again. Grylor squealed in terror and tried to scramble out of the passenger side seat to the back, but the older wolf had the door open before he even realized it. The preteen wolf screamed as he felt a paw clamp on his legs and drag him out of the car. His black dress rode up to his black lace panties and his claws tore into the car's upholstery, desperate for purchase. The fabric ripped free and Grylor felt a paw clamp around his muzzle, his father doing a fireman's carry of him right through the front door of their new house. Mycaelis stormed down the chilly basement stairs and threw the disobedient preteen onto a pile of old blankets in the corner. Grylor yipped as the blankets *almost* broke his fall, and his back slammed hard against the unyielding cement floor, knocking the wind from his lungs. Before he had time to react, Grylor felt a pair of knees pin his hips to either side, and something clamped around his neck. His paws shot up to his neck, but the steel spikes on his collar warded any feeble attempts to tear it away. A back paw snapped his muzzle hard to the left, and Grylor's world grew dim and fuzzy around the edges. He closed his eyes before the spinning world could make him vomit all over the basement floor. The taste of new leather and bitter iron bit into his taste buds as his split lips were muzzled. Grylor shook, trembled on the blankets and whimpered, too afraid to open his now ice blue eyes. He heard the clink of a thick steel chain secured to a ring in the concrete wall, and then to his collar. He was a common dog now. A bad, bad doggie... He didn't know how long he waited for the next blow to come. He cowered for what seemed to him like an eternity, before he realized he shivered not now from fear, but from cold. He opened his eyes, but his father was no where to be seen. He whined and pulled a blanket over to cover himself. The harsh incandescence from the single 100 watt bulb in the basement burned into his retinas, and he closed his eyes again, his head still dizzy from the brutal blow his father gave him. Grylor huddled into the blanket, alone and scared. Mycaelis meanwhile was in their bedroom, lying on their shared bed. He clutched the picture of Grylor's mother to his chest and bawled, tears streaming down the tan fur of his muzzle. "Maurice ... I can't do this!" He cried out between sobs, "I'm not strong enough ..." *You have to Michael. I'm not around anymore to do it for you.* "But I LOVE HIM!" Mycaelis slammed a balled fist into the side of his muzzle, not knowing what else to do to express his rage; his frustration. *And that's why Michael. If you love him, you'll do this. Do it for me Michael ...* Mycaelis opened his light green eyes and looked around for a moment in the bedroom. "Maurice?" There was no one there. She was still gone, and he was still alone. He sniffled a bit before pulling the chain for the lamp beside the bed, the immense guilt of her death still weighed heavy on his mind... \* \* \* \* \* *Grylor was in his mother's sedan again. But this time he made sure that his seat belt was secure. Maybe this time his mother would keep her eyes on the dark road in front of her. She still talked on her cell phone to her ... friend ... the stunning, attractive, and smart female wolf with wire framed glasses that always came over to their house, the one who spent a lot of nights over. It was like a great adult female sleep over, and he felt jealous he was never invited. Sometimes they giggled a lot upstairs. Sometimes they moaned.* Maybe this time, with one free paw on the steering wheel instead of on his seat belt, she would be able to control the spin of the car as it hit the black ice, which now lay just beyond the beam of the headlights. He tried to yell out, but he couldn't get his voice louder than the argument over the phone. Something about his father... For some reason he was muzzled, and he watched in horror as a small shadow appeared on the dark road in front of him. It all happened in slow motion again, and Grylor couldn't do a thing to stop it. Every night... The same nightmare... He found himself rolling over and over again, before coming to a rest upside down ... ... against the basement wall. The light from the harsh bulb seared his eyes when tried to open them, and he pulled both of his paws up to his face to shield them. Another kick to his side made him grunt, the muzzle muffling his yelp of pain. His father's rough, angry voice boomed in his tan ears. "I *said* get up, *bitch*." Grylor whined and got up, his knees shaking. His father's paw gripped the chain on his collar and pulled him off his hind feet, which kicked, jerked as the spiked collar choked him. A strangled yipe barley escaped past his muzzled lips, and Grylor felt his bladder let go. A trail of hot urine streamed down the fur of his legs to pool on the cement basement floor. Mycaelis was not pleased. He shook the chain back and forth, and Grylor's body continued to choke, flopping like a fish strung up out of water, before he dropped his own son unceremoniously to the floor again. Grylor's lungs gasped in precious air before he felt a paw at the back of his skull, forcing his nose into the steaming pool of piss. "Smell that reek you little piss wolf? It's you. You're a fucking little disobedient sissy pup. And your going to learn some respect ..." Mycaelis rubbed Grylor's face into the pool, the strong scent of urea soaking into his tan fur there, making the preteen wolf's eyes water and burn. His father let go of him and unchained him from the wall. He clawed the dress off his son and stripped him naked. "Now, go upstairs to the bathroom and clean yourself up in the shower. You will learn to show some respect, obedience to your Master. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?" Grylor nodded, but did not whine this time. His father kicked him in ass, and Grylor fled, his tail tucked between his legs. "When you come back down I want eggs for breakfast this morning. And if you dare put something in my coffee I'm going to beat the living *merda* out of your little worthless ass." Grylor ran upstairs to the second floor and was about to enter the bathroom when he skidded next to a stop beside their bedroom. The portable phone sat on its charging base on top of the nightstand. He skittered over to it, his wary ears perked to any sound of his father coming up the steps. He picked up the phone and hit the call button, ready to dial for help. Instead his father's voice answered on the phone downstairs in the kitchen. "Consider this the new *Fascio* little one. I am now the State. I will monitor your communications with the outside world. I will become your life. In return for your loyalty and obedience, I will protect you from the ridicule of the liberals who would take you away from my loving, caring paws. Together, we will forge a 'Pact of Steel' that none shall break. But this attempt at *Rivoluzion*, little one, will cost you. You will not share breakfast with me this morn. You will serve it to me and watch as I eat it. And then perhaps you will understand. Now ... I am getting hungry ... and impatient. Clean up and come downstairs, we will be having guests shortly." The phone clicked empty air, and Grylor whined, looking at the receiver in his paws. He set the pawset down into its base and trudged to the shower, defeated. \* \* \* \* \* Scene Missing - NIN \* \* \* \* \* Later that night as Mycaelis pulled the thick blankets over their mutual naked, furred forms; he nuzzled the back of his son's neck. Grylor murred and pressed backwards into his father's loving embrace, still muzzled. Their mutual body heat kept the cold of a typical Seattle's winter night at bay, and Grylor felt paws run up and down his slimmer, naked chest; his father's touch affectionate, gentle. "So tell me, little one. Is the muzzle ready to come off? Will you submit to me now?' Grylor closed his jade eyes and nodded, his heart full of sincerity. Mycaelis undid the leather binds to the muzzle and slid it off. Grylor turned around and lapped at his father's larger muzzle. "There, there little one... Are you not tired? My two trainers were quite harsh on you today ..." "But I love you Daddy! Let me show you ..." With that the smaller wolf climbed on top of his father, his own hips astride of the larger lupine's. Grylor leaned down and kissed Mycaelis, sliding his small tongue between his father's muzzle lips. He ground their sheaths together, their loose skins pulled back to expose the sensitive, slick flesh of their pink tips, which now slid against each other. "Ohhhh Grylor ..." Mycaelis groaned out, running his paws up his son's chest, his claws teasing the taut nubs of flesh there. This caused Grylor to squeal and squirm atop him, his hardening wolf cock squirting small jets of pre unto the older lupine's own. Mycaelis was through being patient. He grabbed the scruff of his son's neck and forced him chest first to the mattress. Grylor moaned out as his father lapped at his secret entrance, and his bushy tail twitched with excitement, pleasure. The rough buds of the large lupine tongue caused his tail hole to flex, clench around the thick muscle. His father's skillful, experienced tongue slathered his sensitive pucker with slick spit. Grylor groaned in disappointment as he felt the wonderful organ leave his virgin entrance. He gasped and clutched pawfulls of sheet as he felt something slick, hot, and tapered slide just inside his tail hole, the tight ring of muscles clenching instinctively around it. His own stiff erection jutted hard into the mattress underneath him. "Oh yes Daddy! Please! More!" "I'm not your Daddy anymore, Pet. I'm your Master. You will address me as such." Mycaelis bit gently down on Grylor's ear before giving it a long, sensual lick. "Yes ... Master. Please. Make Pet your Bitch." Grylor looked back at his fathers puzzled expression, and Grylor giggled, rolling his hips so that another bit of his father's length parted his virgin hole. "The female in the courtroom with you today used to say that to Mother." Mycaelis rolled his eyes but grinned. He put his paws on Grylor's back and pressed down, forcing the adolescent's rump at a better angle so that he could sheath himself into Grylor's fleshy confines. He shoved his thick, slick meat into Grylor's tight ass, knowing that it would hurt a bit. At this point all he wanted to do was ride his son's ass good and hard, and Mycaelis gasped as he felt himself sink into Grylor's hot insides. Grylor grunted in pain before his body adjusted to the much larger girth. It did hurt, but it felt so wonderful to have something hot and hard inside of him, mashing his prostrate up against his insides. All he could do was pant and grunt as a stab of pain and pleasure raced through him, radiating from deep inside. Grylor felt the tip hit resistance, and he gave a half moan, half bark. A hard budge distended his lower belly, and his father withdrew halfway, before shoving his hard member back inside the preteen pup. Grylor's form pressed into the mattress, now quivering, his small adolescent cock gushing a steady stream of slick pre. Mycaelis groaned out his son's name, their sweaty forms heaving a steady, primal rhythm. The mattress rocked back and forth with each of Mycaelis' brutal thrusts, and the poor preteen wolf's limbs sprawled outwards in a feeble attempt to steady himself. Grylor's claws dug into the mattress; his smaller paws balling the sheet in his fists, crying out in deep pleasure. His bushy tail thumping hard against his father's chest again and again. Mycaelis felt his knot slip from his sheath to bump up against Grylor quivering ring of anal muscle, and his large furry sacs slapped rhythmically against his son's smaller set. Mycaelis' thrusts deepened, forcing his knot hard into Grylor's clenched fuck hole. Intense pressure surrounded his slick, engorged flesh before his son's pucker finally gave way, and his knot sank deep inside the fleshy heaven of his own flesh and blood. Grylor squealed out and shook as he shot his thick, salty load into the sheets underneath him, and Mycaelis groaned out as his son's ass convulsed around his thick wolf cock. In the shadows in the corner of their bedroom, a red LED light blinked on and off repeatedly, the unseen camcorder recoding this once in a lifetime event for ... posterity. Both wolves howled out in pain, pleasure as Mycaelis came hard, deep inside Grylor, his hot seed splashing against Grylor's virgin insides. Mycaelis collapsed on top of his son... \* \* Four Years Later \* \* ...and nuzzled the scuff of the seventeen year old wolf. Mycaelis' arms locked around Grylor's chest, now almost as wide as his. Grylor murred in happiness, his muzzle tight around the leather ball gag. His paws flexed, now bound behind his back. Father squeezed son tighter against his body, protective of his only love. He buried his muzzle into Grylor's fur, and relished how their similar scents mingled together. Still, something was missing. There had been three. Now, just two. "Grylor, do you know what tomorrow is?" His son nodded. "Yes, that's right. It's your eighteenth birthday. Before that happens, before you become an adult, I think it's time ..." Grylor looked back with a puzzled \_expression to his master, his lover, and his father, whose knot was still deep inside of him. His furry ears twitched in anticipation. "... You find a brother." Grylor squealed through the ball gag and squirmed. His jade eyes lit up, filled with happiness and excitement. \* \* \* \* \* An hour later they arrived to the basement rooms of 'The Collision Down Under'. Few furs were allowed down to this area of the club, as all manner of debauchery occurred here, some of it illegal. The boom and thuds of the techno base on the main dance floor above shook the walls even down here, helping to cover over the cries of passion, pleasure, and some of pain. Most of the rooms were closed, a bouncer posted at each door. Access to these chambers of depravity were granted via 'invite only'. A score of furs milled about in the pit area around a circular bar infamously known as 'Cecond Circle'. No flashy dance strobes or DJ music added any further atmosphere to the already stark brimstone bitted decor, but the thundering bass from the main dance floor above added just enough background ambiance to keep prying ears from listening in to discreet conversations and ill gotten negotiations. A series of small bright red neon flames lit the bar area, but dim lighting bathed the rest of the tables in darkness, to discourage prying eyes. Mycaelis tugged on the chain around Grylor's collar with one paw, a AV suitcase in the other. He straightened his finest *Giorgio* attire, smoothing out the wrinkles, before descending the few steps to the pit area. He took his time, as Grylor couldn't see with the sensory deprivation hood on, and he didn't want his Pet hurt. Yet. Grylor's hind feet gingerly stepped down in sequence, and his nervous paws ran up and down his latest present for good behavior. The bondage harness still creaked with each subtle movement from the subservient lupine, and a series of leather straps wrapped around his form to evenly spaced 'O' rings on his chest, navel, and sheath. His muzzle was free of the hood, though he would not speak unless spoken too first, and with the hood on, Grylor couldn't hear anyone. Quite the Catch-22. So Grylor consigned himself to not speaking, as any well trained and obedient pet should. Mycaelis scanned the bar and the booth around the main area for potential candidates. He first spotted several male furs grouped around a snow leopard in the finest tailor designed flash pants and shirt he had ever seen, who was busy having some of his groupies manicure his claws. Too vain. He spotted a short 'yote in gutter chic trying to ply his services to several patrons, who caught the scent of trash and scat on his breath, and moved on. Too dirty. He spied a rather brawny boar over at the bar entertaining several furs with his surprising wit and charm, accented with the occasional bicep flex for measured humor. The group burst into peals of mutual laughter along with their host, who spoke upon a broad range of political and historical topics. Mycaelis gave a predatory grin. Potential. He sundered over to the bar, Grylor in tow, intending to speak with the manager, when he spotted Grylor's new sibling. The wolf in question hunched over the bar, masking his tall stature, absorbed in some strong brew of his disliking. The muscles of his upper body cut sharp, defined lines into his well worn plain black cotton shirt. His blue jeans were ripped in several places, as if he threw them on at the last moment before heading here, trendiness the farthest thing from his mind at the time. His hind feet shuffled a bit in his beat up sneakers; as if conscious they were not surrounded with protective steel inserts. The almost tangible chip on his right shoulder made the arm attached to it twitch. The large lupine's left paw gripped a half empty glass of the Captain's worst, and his brooding gray eyes bore holes into the reinforced glass bar counter top; the stare almost militant. And yet despite his apparent lack of sophistication, his fur was spotless and well groomed. This wolf hid his elitist ideals well, for the sake of social grace. Just like Maurice. He was perfect. But he did not tip his hand yet, preferring a bit of calculating style over heavy handed bluntness. Instead he turned his stare away from the oblivious lupine and talked for a brief moment to the female hyena tending the bar, who in turn, ushered over the manager. A large obsidian panther dressed in a no nonsense business attire stalked over with deliberate predatory grace, and rested his paws on the glass counter top. "Business or pleasure?" The deep voice rolled out like liquid thunder, much like the voice of James Earl Jones. His golden eyes bore down on the shorter lupine, never once breaking eye contact. Even Mycaelis' nerves of steel seemed to bend a little under the weighty presence of the manager, but he tried to remain calm as he replied. "Both." Mycaelis set the heavy AV suitcase down on the glass between them and opened it to reveal a camcorder, tripod, and various other pieces of filming equipment. The panther took a slow inhale, and his yellow, penetrating eyes rolled up and down Mycaelis, filled with suspicion. "Which business do you represent?" The ebony feline inquired, and the claws in each paw extended, as if on edge. "Ganymede / Hubris Productions." Mycaelis said as he managed a smile. The family business was doing quite well of late. No longer satisfied with simple BDSM, Mycaelis latest theme was total and complete humiliation. His canvases were those furs that had total conviction in their false pride, and Mycaelis relished breaking each and every one of them to mewling, shameless submissives. His artistic touch was light and skillful, often psychologically manipulating the fur in question so that their own insecurities subjugated their overblown sense of self worth. "I see." The panther relaxed a bit, familiar with the client's works, and his claws slipped back into the sheaths of his furry digits. "Then I don't need to tell you that the arbitrary laws and morays of typical society do not apply here." Mycaelis nodded with light smile and shut the AV case, placing it back at his hind feet. The panther wasn't quite finished, however, and leaned in closer to Mycaelis. His words flowed out of his muzzle, nice and slow, stressing each syllable for emphasis. "However ... celebrities here receive no special quarter. You are the guest of my house, true, but as my guest you will abide by *my* rules." Mycaelis listened carefully to any hidden innuendo that the panther's words might contain. "The first rule is that your footage will not contain any hint of what this establishment is called, or where it might be located. The second rule is that any face or distinguishing marks caught by your camera will be distorted, as my patrons expect their anonymity. The third rule is that regardless of what goes on in your chamber, a bouncer will *always* be posted within. He or she will be my eyes and ears, and will not hesitate to enforce my house rules. Do you understand these rules?" Mycaelis nodded again and his smile faded. His light green eyes locked on the obsidian panther's own so that there would be no chance of misunderstanding. "Excellent. Those who break my house rules, either through folly or choice, are banished to the frozen lake of Cocytus. If and when that happens, expect judgment to be decisive, punishment swift, and appeals unheeded." The fur on the back of Mycaelis' neck bristled. A part of him expected this. When you deal with such illegal, underground circles, you can well expect to put your very life on the line. He hoped it would not come to that. Mycaelis fought hard not raise his upper muzzle lip in defiance, and gave yet another silent nod. "Very well, we will place you in the Francesca room tonight; the full payment of five hundred United States dollars is required up front." Mycaelis pulled out a platinum engraved money clip stuffed to capacity with Dollars and Euros and pulled out five Franklin's, spreading them out before the manager. The female hyena who he spoke to earlier appeared from nowhere, wiped down the area with a wet bar towel, and the currency seemed to disappear into thin air. Mycaelis grinned. Quite the trick. "Your bouncer tonight will be Rin, he's the wolf in the corner there talking to the lynx with the spiked collar. He's the best we have, so don't piss him off. He'll toss your furry ass like it was a Frisbee. We have a patron upstairs tonight who will attest to that." Mycaelis closed his eyes and gave a final nod before turning his attention back to the wolf standing beside him. Despite the exchange that just took place, the lupine had barely moved, his eyes still focused on whatever he saw within the reinforced glass by his paws. Mycaelis opened his eyes and smiled at the larger wolf, resting an elbow on the glass beside his drink. This change in proximity finally caught the other wolf's attention, whose gaze walked slowly over to the elbow, then up to the fur attached to it. The two regarded each other for a silent moment before Mycaelis spoke. "My name is Mycaelis, but you can call me Michael." The other wolf snorted and turned his gaze back to his drink. "The only thing I'll be calling you is an ambulance if you don't remove that elbow." After a moment the other wolf turned his muzzle to Mycaelis and his upper lip furled. "Now." Mycaelis grinned and obliged the wolf. "Such vim!" Mycaelis ran his unchecked gaze up and down the fit physic. "You are just the specimen I am seeking." He shook the chain in his paw once and Grylor keeled down besides his master. "My pet is in dire need of a strong, disciplining paw such as yours. And as such you will follow us into my private chamber, and let me tape what you do to him. It can be whatever your little black heart desires most ... and you will do so for the rest of the night ..." The intoxicated lupine turned his whole body to face Mycaelis. "Let *me* tell *you* what you can do for the rest of the night ..." The cocky brute graciously extended the middle claw of his right paw to Mycaelis, whose smile faded. "You can go suck shit through a straw ..." With that the other wolf took his drink and poured it over Grylor's hooded head, taking his sweet time about it. The blind and deaf wolf whined when he felt the ice cold, foul smelling liquid run down his exposed fur, unaware of what was going on. The arrogant wolf deposited his empty glass on the counter top with a clink and smirked at Mycaelis before storming off. Mycaelis stared off after the insolent lupine and after he was gone, a toothy grin appeared on his muzzle. Little did that wolf know his little act of insubordination actually turned Mycaelis on even more. His paw stroked Gylor's green head fur absently before untying the sensory deprivation hood and taking it off. Grylor looked up confused and blinked a bit, shaking the nasty, foul smelling hard liquor from his head fur. "Master, what happened?" Grylor said as he looked about, still confused. "Nothing of great importance Pet, but it seems like your future brother needs to learn his place. You'll like him Pet. He reminds me of your mother ..." Mycaelis replied with a grin. "He... he does?" Grylor trembled a bit. His mother had been pretty stern, rough sometimes. "Yes ... but now we find ourselves in a quandary. We have a perfect room, but no perfect specimen to be your co-star." Mycaelis gave a thoughtful expression for a moment, looked around the room, and then smirked, tugging on Grylor's chain. "Come Pet, we'll have to improvise." He walked across the room to Rin, who talked with a female lynx sporting punk fur and a PVC corset. As Mycaelis approached, Rin turned to face the other wolf, looking down at him. He made the large lupine who poured his drink over Grylor's head look like a yearling in comparison. Rin crossed his arms, and the black athletic tee he wore tightened across his upper body. "The Boss told me you'll be in the Francesca room tonight. What will be the codeword for your room, so I know who let in?" "A pass code won't be necessary. The door will remain open at all times. Anyone may come or go as they please." Mycaelis smiled up at the other lupine, who shook his head, the single earring in his right ear jingling about. "I don't think that's such a great idea ... we ..." Rin said as he looked down to Grylor, obviously not impressed with the young wolf's assumed ability to take such a wide range of furs, and their particular ... kinks. Mycaelis frowned up at the wolf and stepped up place his muzzle right beside Rin's, their eyes only an inch or two apart. "You're not paid to *think*. You're paid to follow your boss's orders, and his orders were to get me set up." Mycaelis bared his fangs a bit, just to add salt to the wound. "Or should I go tell your boss that you have a problem following his orders?" Mycaelis seemed to know just what to say to stay within his place, yet manage to browbeat the wolf who could turn him into so many hamburgers the moment he stepped out of line. Rin's green eyes flashed amber for a brief moment before he grumbled something out, just unheard over the music blaring upstairs. The lynx's eyes opened wide in shock; she had never seen Rin take that from any fur before. "I'm sorry," Mycaelis smiled, "What did you say?" "Nothing... Sir..." "That's better." Mycaelis snapped his fingers twice and tugged on Grylor's chain, heading to one of the larger rooms with Gothic lettering above the doorway, two submissive wolves and the retro 80's punk lynx in tow. When they got to it, Rin pulled out a rusty iron key and unlocked the thick steel door as the lynx with a short cropped rainbow Mohawk pushed it open with a creak. Mycaelis stepped inside and was welcomed with an entire playroom of bars with chains, racks, and other Gothic apparatuses of dungeon furniture. This would do just fine. "Is there anything you require, Sir? Your deposit covers all manner of disposable utensils." Rin stated, taking his position near the inside of the door. Mycaelis led Grylor over to a forward slanting vinyl X rack, and chained the underage wolf to it for the time being as he set down his AV case in the corner of the room a few feet away. "Yes. A steel leg spreader, something to hold up a tail... Latex, lots of latex." Mycaelis replied, almost absently as his attention was focused on assembling his portable tripod and getting his AV equipment in order. Grylor looked around the room and mewled; his apprehension filling the thick air with the sweet scent of uncertainty and a hint of fear. "You heard the client, Star." Rin nodded to the lynx, who closed the door behind her on the way out. By the time Mycaelis finished getting his portable bare bones recording studio set up, Star returned with the items he requested. Mycaelis almost squealed with glee as he took the two piece, full body latex suit from the lynx, inspecting it. It was impossibly small even for Grylor, and it had a plastic ring where the muzzle would eventually stretch to, allowing the wolf to breathe, and a hole for the nose, sheath, and tail. He handed it back to Star, who nodded and walked over to Grylor. Grylor tried to back away, but the short length of the chain on his collar stopped him. He gave a bark of surprise and cowered as the bouncer lynx bore down on him. Mycaelis came over and took the collar off for a moment as Rin picked up the whimpering lupine from behind, pinning his arms. Star snatched one of the hind legs that kicked at her, and pulled up the lower part of the rubber-like full body glove. Grylor almost squeaked as his legs sank into an endless sea of latex, the tight, soft material bounding him completely in a way he hadn't thought possible. An erotic feeling ran up his thighs, the sea of sensation swallowing his furry sac. His sheath twitched as Mycaelis pulled it thought the hole in the taught, slick latex, and a moment later his tail followed through the similar one in the rear. Grylor murred out from the sensual sensations, legs flailing a bit, the latex flexing, squeezing around his lower body in response. Rin placed Grylor back on his feet and held up his arms as Star pulled the upper half down over his head and muzzle, squishing his head fur against his skull. The deafness, blindness, claustrophobia of being bound in such a way caused Grylor to thrash; worried that he wouldn't be able to breath under such crushing tightness. Yet the latex inched its way down, stretching, binding, as his arms went in, then chest, then finally stomach. Rin forced Gyrlor's muzzle open, and positioned the ring so the insides of his canine teeth caught on it, then released his grip on Grylor's muzzle. The underage wolf snapped his muzzle back and forth, unable to close or open his muzzle further. The latex stretched so tight over his skull he couldn't even open his eyes. His furry ears were pinned so tight against his furry head that the world outside his latex prison seemed muted, muffled. Mycaelis shoved his son onto the forwards slanted vinyl X, pinning the squirming lupine to it as Rin and Star secured his wrists and ankles to each of the four arms. "Now, just to make sure there is no funny business ..." Mycaelis leaned down and personally secured the leg spreader to Grylor's ankles. He shook the spreader and smacked Grylor hard on the ass, tying the busy tail up back to Grylor's re-secured collar with a leather strap. He took out a tube of lube and applied a copious amount to Grylor's tail hole, the excess dripping unto the floor. "So tell me Pet, are you ready to become a true slut?" Grylor nodded hesitantly. "Good. Star, open the door. Grylor is ready for his close up, Mr. Deville." Star nodded and strode to the door, shoving it open. The bright light from the room illuminated the darkened booths, and several furs held their paws up to their muzzles, shielding their eyes from the unexpected shine. When the door did not shut, there was grumbling, hesitation, then finally, recognition from the wanton masses. The lumps of irregular shadows stirred, squirmed, and shuffled their way to the open doorway, peering inside. That's when the floodgates burst wide open, and there was a virtual stampede to get into the room. Rin stood back, arms crossed, shaking his muzzle. Star lost count and gave up. Mycaelis hit record. The first fur to get into the room was a lanky cheetah, who threw off his clothes and jumped onto Grylor's back in a blur of liquid motion. He shoved his half hard kitty cock in the lupine's ass and went to town, screeching and hissing. Grylor groaned as he felt the first violation pierce his insides, the cheetah's paws latched firmly on his shoulders for support as he banged away at his bound latex form. The next one in was a slim gazelle, who bounded into the room and skidded on his hooves in front of Grylor, not bothering to even take of his clothes. Instead he unzipped his fly and grabbed Grylor's muzzle, shoving it down upon his tip of his erection. From the way this gazelle muzzle fucked the wolf, one might never suspect he was an accountant and by nature, a gentle grazer. Grylor groaned into the herbivore cock as he got split between two of natures most primal adversaries. They were most certainly doing it to him like they do on the Discovery channel. Both bounces balked as a stocky female hyena jumped onto the room, skidding across the polished black tile floor on her soft stomach and ample breasts. She came to a stop underneath the X and whipped her muzzle up to lap at the hardened, exposed wolf cock, her hip length, dread locked, magenta head fur snapping like small whips. Both Rin and Star looked to Mycaelis, who shrugged. "Cum one, cum all." Rin and Star smirked to each other, then to the growing crowd in the room. So far the first three furs had created an African ambiance to the spectacle. Grylor Gone Wild indeed. All this happened in the span of less than ten seconds. The cheetah didn't last very long, and from the way he carried on, screeching and pumping his blurring kitty cock into Grylor's ass, it wasn't a surprise. The world's fastest feline upheld his title as he yowled out, eyes clenched in orgasm, before the fur behind him ripped him away, his feline meat still spurting his thick cream all over Grylor's latex ass. "Excuse me Bloke, you're double parked," said the tall, muscular fox as he kindly redirected the cheetah to the floor. The fox's blue jeans dropped to his black furred ankles as he ran his dripping fox meat underneath Grylor's furry balls before slipping his tapered tip into the pre-stretched, well lubed fuck hole. "Thanks Gent, I'll take him from 'ere." The British body building fox smirked down to the cheetah, who still kicked and spasmed on the floor. The gazelle was about to blow his load before a feral growl behind him made him leap back in fear. The half hiss half growl came from a gigantic badger, who gripped Grylor's head and shoved his huge girth into Grylor's muzzle. Grylor flopped around, choking as the huge meat cut off his throat's airway, and the badger's razor sharp teeth gleamed in a sick way as his hips bucked relentlessly. Grylor's teeth scraped across the badger's slick flesh on instinct, and the badger hissed, emptying his huge balls into the lupine's stomach. Other furs crowded around Grylor, stripping off their clothes, stroking their cocks, impatient. Some were content with just blowing their load all over the latex covered, writhing form. Two furs reached for the female hyena, but she whirled around like lightning and snapped at their paws, growling so fiercely that even the badger flinched. The naked masses took a collective step back. Whoa. The hyena, now turned around, wasted no time in shoving her skirt down and impaling herself onto Grylor's underage, virgin meat. Grylor gave a stifled cry as his organ sank into her puffy sex, the sensation coming as a complete shock to him. Mycaelis smiled, a tear rolling down his furry cheek. His son was such a trooper. Grylor's training would soon come to an end, and then he would become the ultimate pet slut. The hyena panted out as she thrust back again and again on Grylor's wolf cock, her magenta eyes lit with crazed lust. The fox gripped Grylor's hips and bucked into him, his fox knot sinking deep into the wolf, bumping against Grylor's prostrate repeatedly. The fox gave a groan as he tied the wolf, his thick fox seed filling Grylor's bowels, mixing with the cheetah's own cream. The hyena's fleshy walls clamped down on the wolf's sex as her orgasm tore through her, and she barked out, yipped as she rode it out on the helpless, teenage wolf. Grylor cried out as the fox knot ground against his prostrate, and the double penetration in his ass and on his shaft made his whole body shudder as his own orgasm ripped out deep inside of him, filling the hyena's sex with his seed. Seeing spots open, other furs jostled each other for access to the cum-splattered latex lupine. A crocodile shoved the fox out of the way, ripping his knot from Grylor's ass. Grylor screamed out in pain seconds before thick reptilian cock plowed into his already sore insides. The crocodile gave a guttural, almost alien groan as his dry scaled form slid up and down the latex body. It felt like a reverse condom. A zebra took position in from of Grylor, the ring in Grylor's muzzle only able to accommodate the girth of the wild equine's blunt cock tip. The thick muscles of the zebra's thighs bulged, and he whinnied out his frustration. Grylor, the cum-slut that he was, ran his long lupine tongue around the blunt tip, flicking it back and forth with the flat of his tongue. The stripped equine gripped the upper arms of the X supporting Grylor, and he threw his head back in pleasure, need. Grylor snaked the tip of his agile tongue into the zebra's slit, parting the glans, and shoved it as far inside the urethra as it would go. Mere words alone could not describe how good that felt to both Grylor and his frustrated stallion. Grylor was rewarded soon after with a virtual geyser of horse seed, and he tried his best to swallow all of it, most flying past his face to coat the crocodile. The crocodile groaned out from the erotic act and ran his webbed, scaled digits up his cum covered scales. A coon crawled underneath the dazed, panting hyena to lap at the juncture of their sexes, seeking the cream dripping down between them. He stroked his rock hard coon cock as he slurped away, and the female hyena saw the opportunity and took the coon meat into her maw, sucking on the short, slick flesh pole. The rest of the furs in the room looked at that and then each other. There was a moment's pause before they gripped, grasped, stroked, and fucked one another. Grylor had inadvertently set off a massive orgy, and soon abandoned clothes, splotches of male cum, and drips of female cream covered the room's entire black tiled floor. Mycaelis wiped off a splotch of cum that errantly flew into the camcorder's lens. Rin and Star gawked at the spectacle before them, then to look each other up and down. For a moment they regarded each other, before snorting and turning back to crowd, arms folding in unison. As. If. Mycaelis checked the battery life and amount of tape left in the camcorder. Two hours. Not enough, but it would have to do. He glanced at the mass of writhing furs and smiled as the manager meandered into the room, stalking, weaving his way through the frantic orgy, before he came up to Mycaelis. "Your deposit does not cover a clean up this extensive." The obsidian panther said, crossing his arms, ignoring the gutter coyote attempting to hump his leg and stain his business suit. "I think I can manage to find the extra money somewhere," Mycaelis said with a grin as he leaned on his camcorder and patted it with a gentle paw, "First, I have to take care of some business." Rin stepped over to listen into the conversation, leaving Star to guard the expensive bondage assets in the room, which received a lot of use at the moment. Mycaelis continued. "I need to find a trouble maker, who had caused my little family much disgrace. And when I find him I will teach him his place." "You mean the wolf at the bar?" the panther inquired, "He comes around here once in a while. He's a rough patron, very reclusive, hard to find." "Ohhh I know who can find him," Rin butted in, growling, "Sometimes the best way to find trouble is to go look for trouble." He nodded to the door, indicating to Mycaelis to follow him, and soon they made their way up the secret stairway to the janitor's closet on the main dance floor of club. Rin nodded to the bouncer on duty in the closet and lead Mycaelis out to the main dance floor, the air thick with mist and whirling laser lights. They wormed their way through the throngs of ravers cheering on a sleek female white tiger dancing on stage to a remix of "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurhythmics, and eventually came to an occupied booth. There, a fox in leather pants and a silk gamer's shirt who looked a lot like Cliffy B, made out with a short coyote with glasses and a backwards MIT baseball cap. The two furs looked up at the newcomers, and stopped molesting each other for the time being. "What the hell do you want, Rin?" Dev said with a smile, "Zeke here is sick and tried of your lame macho bullshit. You better stay back, or this 'yote might tear into you. I've seen him in action." Dev licked the side of Zeke's cheek and laughed. "Come on Dev, stop playing," Zeke giggled and pushed Dev out of the booth, "Go see what Eden wants for the next round of drinks, he's going to be parched when he gets off stage. As Dev gave him a final kiss and squirmed out of the circular booth, Rin and Mycaelis took their seats. "Seriously Rin, what do you want?" Zeke said, looking over Mycaelis with a dubious, distrustful stare. "This patron is looking to track some one down ... I think the punk ass calls himself Two Skins." Rin replied with deadpan delivery. He nodded over to Mycaelis to take the time to redo his wrist cuffs to perfection. "I want to know everything about this fur. I want to know his full name, where he works, what he eats, how he sleeps, and which side of the bed he gets up on in the morning. Do I make my needs clear, or shall I sketch you a diagram?" Mycaelis said as he wiped off an errant strand of cum from his right sleeve before finally looking up at the computer crackin' coyote. "This sort of business isn't cheap," Zeke said in thought, adjusting the wire framed glasses on his muzzle with a paw tip. "That level of detail is going to cost you ..." "Oh trust me, money is no object," Mycaelis said as he gave his trademark toothy, predatory grin, "Especially when it comes to Taking Care of Business ..." **\~ Fin Part II \~** So was that Gangbang scene over the top? I can never tell! \*Gives a mad, insane cackle\* Seriously, if any furs are wondering, I used a furry generator ([http://www.seventhsanctum.com/gens/furrygenetiks.html](http://www.seventhsanctum.com/gens/furrygenetiks.html)) to generate up random furs as they were needed. So any similarities (aside from a certain boar) between your characters, living, dead , or undead, are entirely coincidental. Yes I totally stole that from An American Werewolf in London. And yes that 'Scene Missing' inclusion was intentional, as that will become a separate story at a later date. It's also a reference to the NIN video: Closer. Thanks for everyone who took the time to write to me about Part I. I had no idea that such a taboo story would garner so much praise. Who knows when the final part of this series rolls out, as I have three different story threads beating down my door. I'd like to give a shout out to all the insane, wild furs I met at the Hopkins, Minnesota furmeet in the middle of March '06. Hope to see you all again soon! :love: Eldyran Keywords: M/M, Wolf, Various Species, Gangbang, Incest, Virgin, Cross dressing, BDSM, Master/Pet

Title: sacrice 1 by RavenVenice Tags: Bondage, Crossdressing, Diapers, Dragon, M/M, Slavery, Tigerwolf Koeh and Vain created by: Kenshin Talian Story written by: Raven Venice I groaned as I raised my head, the movement making my head hurt, my blue feline eyes half open as I tried to figure out where I was and what had happened, though it didn't help that my body was numb and the only thing I could feel was the pounding in my skull. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breathes, grunting as pins and needles starts sliding over my body as more of my body woke up from it's sleep, causing me to growl in annoyance, I tried to stand up, grunting as I found that neither my legs nor my wrists were moving, when I suddenly realized I was kneeling against a tree...which I couldn't have fallen asleep like that naturally...I slowly opened my eyes and tried to look behind me but all I could see was the tree, as it was blocking the view to my wrists. I continued to growl, surveying myself, making sure I wasn't hurt in any other way besides the fact that it was obvious my wrists and ankles were bound together behind the tree, which was making my arms hurt from being forced to sit in such an awkward position, the next thing that came to my mind was that I really needed to pee...and that there was something soft and cottony that was obviously NOT underwear. I slowly moved my head down, to keep from jolting the feeling of nails being driven into my head from reoccurring to find that there was a diaper taped shut around my waist, the design depicting baby stuff like bears and cartoon characters, with a pair of what appeared to be dark tinted plastic pants. I shuddered and tried to work my claws into my restraints, finding that to be a vain attempt as they were metal chains and leather cuffs, which meant my claws would be useless, and the tree was blocking me from attacking with my teeth. I grunted and closed my eyes, trying to remember how I had gotten into this position, my brain only returning fuzz. I grunted and relaxed my body the best I could, wondering if whom ever had captured me had maybe left the restraints loose enough for me to slip out of, finding that to be another wasted idea, I grunted and started yelling for help, not knowing how deep into the woods I really was. A deep but silky voice spoke above me, the creature taunting me as I started to look up on hearing the voice. "No use crying out for help my tiger wolf friend, your within my nest, and nobody comes anywhere close to here without my permission. And anyways, the town won't help it's 'sacrifice'." The green dragon said with a chuckle as he laid on a tree branch, his tail wrapped around the trunk, his back and front paws loosely wrapped around the branch he sat on. I almost wondered why the branch wasn't breaking under his weight. "And be quiet, I'm trying to sleep at the moment. I will take care of you later." I glared at him as I struggled in my restraints, fighting with my bladder not to release as I howled in fury. "At least get me out of this infernal thing! I'm not a baby!" I yelled at him, which only made him laugh as I continued to struggle. Of course that was in vain, the restraints being dragon made and impossible to break. I closed my eyes and blushed in humiliation as I lost the battle with my bladder, a loud hissing sound coming from the diaper as my bladder emptied into it, turning the cotton into a pool of wet hot mush against my sheath. I whimpered as I fought back tears of humiliation, The dragon only smiling as he watched. I grunted and stopped fighting, realizing it was all in vain, at the moment I was in the dragon's control, and just had to wait for my opportunity to escape. After my bladder finished emptying the dragon laughed and rolled off the tree branch to land in front of me, he began rubbing the wetness against my groin. "Awww did the baby wet himself? To bad the diapers are in my cave and your all tied up and can't go change yourself...not that I would let you. So does the baby have a name?" I only growled in response, trying to pull away from the dragon's touch. "Aww the baby doesn't like his diapers? To bad he isn't potty trained..." "What do you mean not potty trained? I'm not a little baby! I'm 25 years old and I command you to release me right this minute!" I said, staring the dragon in the eye. He only laughed and slipped a messenger bag over his head and foraged inside, pulling out a dragon scale collar and matching leash. I struggled to try and keep him from putting the collar around my neck in vain, shuddering as I heard a lock click into place behind my neck, the leash clipping onto the solid metal ring on the front. "Well, hmm. How about no? Oh and you can call me Master or Daddy Vain." He said as he released my wrists and pressed me down onto the forest floor with a foot, holding me down as he wrapped my arms and upper body up in a quick rope harness that forced my arms up high on my back, he then undid my legs, dropping the chains and cuffs in his messenger bag, holding onto the leash in one set of talons, he helped me to my feet. I growled some as I struggled to get away from the dragon and out of the rope' embrace, as he started to walk deeper into the woods. "If you don't wish to walk I can easily drag you through these woods if you would prefer." He said with a challenging hiss to his voice. I grunted in annoyance but started to walk, humiliated with the way the diaper and plastic pants crinkled with each step and knowing there was nothing I could do about it. We arrived at his cave a while later, where he tied the leash to a post implanted into the ground, which forced me to stand with my back parallel to the ground or kneel. He came back with a rope, tying one end to the front of the rope harness, he dragged the other end between my legs, pulling it up tightly between my legs so it pressed the diaper more against my body, the rope between my legs braided into multiple bumps, he tied the other end to my arms. I growled and struggled, stopping quickly when I realized that when my arms moved even a little bit it would cause the bumps to press up into me. Vain smiled as he bent down to look at me eye to eye. "Comfortable I hope. Well actually I don't care. The little blue foxes around your tail are really cute and this position makes them all that more enjoyable. Now, the rules of this game are very simple. If you want to be put into a clean diaper and out of this position, all you have to do is tell me your name. Every fifteen minutes I will come back and add something to make this even more uncomfortable for you, ranging from a gag to making it so you can no longer bend your knees or making you stand with your legs spread. And to start we'll go with something simple." Vain said as I watched him pull out a muzzle guard with a small bar at the base of the muzzle. I bit down my teeth, trying to keep them shut to make it hard to slip the device onto my head. He only smiled and slid it into place, locking the first of the straps behind my head and under my chin, then grabbed the sides of my muzzle, pinching down on the jaw bone, causing me to yelp in pain, the bar sliding in place at the back of my maw. He then finished buckling the straps, so that I had leather bands going around my muzzle, between my eyes, and around my head to hold it securely in place. He then patted my head, causing me to growl, then walked off. The first fifteen minutes passed, my jaw He asked if I was ready to tell him my name yet, which only got him a growl, So he slipped behind me, forcing my left leg to fully straighten, he then slid a leather band above and below my knee, 2 small wooden slabs locking my knee straight, he did the same to the other leg, forcing me to stay in a standing position. I grunted, figuring that wasn't to bad, when I felt the coolness of metal touch the tip of my tail, then slide down to the base as he slipped a metal tail ring down it. I grunted as I tried to lower my tail, finding the ring kept me from lowering it to cover myself completely, only the tip would cover now. I closed my eyes and whined, my arms and jaw aching as I waited for the next fifteen minutes. I was tired of being in this position, feeling way to vulnerable and exposed, and the wet mush was cold and gooey now, making it more uncomfortable as the knots in the rope pressed it against me. As he came back I grunted at him, my bladder emptying again into the already wet diaper, filling it more. He smiled as he petted my head. I growled at him, which he only laughed at. He asked if I was ready to tell him my name yet and I whined in frustration but nodded. He unbuckled the straps, removing the muzzle guard. "My name is Koeh...I am a tiger wolf...now please...just let me go." Vain laughed as he put the stuff away, leaving me with the crotch rope and harness, the diaper still pressing it's warm goo against me. "How do I know that if I let you go you won't run?" He said with a chuckle as I stood there, collared, leash draped down over my front, intricate knots on my chest, back, and wrists, a rope pushing up between my legs, I could only whimper in response. He shrugged as he took the leash and forced me to walk to his nursery, a room filled with adult baby gear, he closed the door behind us, the lock resoundingly clicking in place. I knew I couldn't run as he untied me, removing the leash, he looked at me and smiled. "One thing you will learn here is that I like my captives to be girly boys. You have a choice right now, to either be padded or show off your girly side." He said as he motioned toward a set of toys and a pink/black striped shirt. I groaned, figuring that dressing up as a girl would be less humiliating then being diapered, I started toward the shirt. I slid it on, adjusting the pitch of my voice to be more feminine, as I grabbed a canine dildo. I sat it on the floor, adjusting my somewhat long hair so it was less masculine, I kneeled down, adjusting the toy as I noticed it was self lubricating, I moaned as the tip penetrated into my tail hole, my tail flicking some as I spread my legs more to slide lower on the toy. I blushed, shuddering and moaning as I slid down to the rubber knot, my moaning sounding like a virgin girl, my actions maintaining a girlishness to them as I started to ride the shaft above the knot, squealing in surprise as I accidentally shot the knot into me, the pain of being stretched so wide without practice causing my member to throb for attention as I continued sliding up and down the knot. Vain smiled as he sat down to watch, obviously enjoying the show as I rested one hand on the ground to stabilize myself, my other paw going toward my mouth as I continued going, gasping and moaning with every movement. Vain smiled as he continued watching, the way he was enjoying this scaring me a little, but I had dressed up as a girl a few times as a favor to friends, as I suddenly let out a slow moan followed by a few quiet squeals of pleasure as my shaft erupted, spraying the air with my seed, all but the base of the toy disappearing into me as I stayed kneeling, panting and moaning, even after the orgasm was finished. Vain stood up, his shaft clearly visible outside the sheath, the dragon member tipped with barbs, ridged along the shaft, and complete with a knot near the base as he stepped toward me. I closed my eyes and blushed deeper. He bent down and lifted my chin, resting the tip of his shaft against my lips. "Your such a good little girl...now show me how well you can suck." He said, gasping as the tip suddenly disappeared into my mouth. I knew better then to bite if I ever wanted to get out of here...but instead to go along with his wishes and try to avoid the worst situations the best I could as my head bobbed along his shaft, my tongue working at the shaft and head. I had never tasted dragon cum before, but as it shot down my throat I realized it wasn't as bad as I expected, though the barbs stung slightly as they tried to lock themselves inside my mouth. I slid back after he had stopped cumming, a little bit of cum stringing out between us, I purred at him and smiled some "Did I do good Master Vain?" I asked in a silky voice. He smiled and tossed me a pair of panties. I grunted some as I popped off the toy, I stood up, using a nearby cloth to clean myself up, I slipped the lingerie on, adjusting it to fit more comfortably, the little bow glittering slightly in the light. "As my captive slave, you will always either be a girly boy or a baby girl, no matter what you may think. You will learn to act like one, and I expect your voice to stay at a girly pitch for the duration of your slavery. Any disobedience will be dealt with severely. And thanks to the collar around your neck you will not be able to leave my territory, the moment you walk outside of it you will fall into a slumber. Now come to bed and show me your girly charms in bed." He said with a smile as he led the way to his bedroom, where he waited for me. I slipped onto the bed and started moving my tail and ass seductively, the purple panties showing the curves of my ass, along with the bulge of cock and balls between my open legs. I was nervous about letting him take me, never have being with one of his kind I didn't know what to expect, but I continued to try and entice him into taking me. After a short time I felt another weight on the bed, followed by sharp talons carefully sliding the panties down away from my ass to expose my tail hole, a tongue brushing up against the ring. I moaned and shivered in pleasure as his tongue slickened the outer ring and danced against the inner ring. His tongue was large and rough, but pleasurable as it teased my inner workings, after he had lubed me up with his spit, my tail hole glistening with saliva, he adjusted himself and pressed his member-head against my opening, ignoring my squeals of pain from being stretched and the barbs scraping against me as he slipped in, his strokes hard and fast, my shaft bouncing inside the cloth trap of panties, my claws popping as they broke the surface of the sheets and slid back out. I groaned in bestial pleasure as he slammed his knot into me, grinding his way deeper into me, my shaft throbbing and threatening to cum. I moaned and shuddered, panting out in a small voice "I'm...Ima...I'm going to cum..." He only grunted and continued driving home, my tail hole suddenly pulsing around his shaft as my cum shot into the panties, pooling and seeping through as his own shaft spasmed, spewing hot seed into my sore ring. I howl-purred as I felt the warm seed filling me, pushing it's way deeper into me with each pulse, his knot locking it in me. He wiggled some, then pulled out his somewhat softer knot out of my tail hole, cum dribbling from my hole as I collapsed on the bed. He picked me up, not evening seeming to have been affected by the sex, and laid me down me on my back, sliding leather cuffs onto my wrists and ankles, he padlocked them shut, cuffing each ankle to the corresponding wrist. I wondered what he was doing, whimpering in slight fear as he locked a spreader bar between my wrists, then slid leather mittens over my paws, locking them in place and zipping them shut. He then blindfolded me, sliding a ball muzzle guard into my mouth, I struggled in vain, now worried about what was happening as I felt a small metal dome slipped over my sheath, hearing a click as something was locked around the outer edge of my sheath and under my balls. I groaned and wiggled, trying to figure out what was going on when he suddenly drove himself back into my tail hole, my gagged squealing falling on deaf ears as he took me hard, my member trying to harden and finding itself cut short by the dome, the pain causing me to cry out. He came again, this time laying with himself inside me, he began to tease me, his paws caressing my exposed balls, which caused me to cry out more as I tried to get rid of the chastity device, whimpering in fear and frustration as his hard shaft was nestled inside me, seeming to have no plans of softening, his knot harder then rock as he seemed to be purposely pulling at my tail hole with it, stretching me out before pushing back in before his knot was fully out. After a while he finally slipped out, his shaft to soft to tease me with, he left me on the bed, I whimpered as I couldn't hear anything, I wondered where he had gone to. He left me there for what seemed a lifetime, finally coming back and releasing the bonds, he led me to the main room, where there was a highchair with wrist and ankle restraints waiting. He helped me into the highchair, securing my wrists and ankles down, he slid the table into place. He then sat down a plate full of food on the table, coming toward me with a glass jar and a spoon. I blinked as the ball gag was removed, rolling my jaw some. I stared at the bottle, realizing it was baby food I shook my head. "You aren't serious! Please...no..." I whined, finding it to be in vain as he sat down and began spoon feeding me. I resisted for a while, but gave in, gagging on the terrible taste, some of it dripping down my front to his amusement. "Aww the whittlee baby is getting his food all over hisself..whittlee baby can't do anything by himself...he needs his big strong master Vain to take good cares of him...i guess the wittal baby needs his diapers soon to..." I only whimpered in response, to humiliated by everything that was happening, only thankful it was getting dark now, and I knew he had to sleep eventually...if I was lucky I might be able to escape then. After he finished feeding me and eating himself, he picked me up and took me back to his nursery. He stepped in, and grabbed a couple of things, which I couldn't see, then led me to another room, this room having a huge bed with white sheets and pink pillows, the walls painted bright pink. The bed's headboard had ropes tied to the corners, with 2 leather cuffs on each rope. He handed me a pink and white shirt and a pair of socks, which I slipped into. He then had me lay down on the bed spread eagle, where he cuffed my wrists and moved the lower cuffs to the side, he then pulled out a thick pink diaper and a diaper cover. The diaper cover was brown/white with a teddy bear head and hearts on the front. He slipped it under me, then pulled the front flap up, connecting the small hooks on the back flaps to the front of the diaper. He then had me put my ankles under me, locking them into the second set of cuffs so that my legs were spread under me. He finished the outfit with a pacifier muzzle guard and smiled some as he looked at me, the position forcing me to thrust my hips up some, showing off the bear on the front. He then left, closing and locking the door behind him, I wiggled into a more comfortable position the best I could and tried to sleep, knowing he wasn't dumb enough to leave the cuffs loose enough for me to escape from. When I woke up the next day, I grumbled and rubbed my eyes, glad that the ropes were at least long enough to do that much, my bladder emptying into the cloth diaper, since I knew it wasn't worth fighting with it at the time, I waited for him to come back, looking around the room. There was little to look at, though it was clearly a girl room, the walls painted pink, the closet door open, showing off an assortment of girly clothes ranging from baby to teen designs. After a while the door opened and Vain came in with a cup of coffee in his talons, he sipped and smiled some as he looked down at me. "Ah, my baby Koeh is awake I see. Did you sleep well?" I nodded some as he removed the pacifier/muzzle combo, he then released my feet, which I slid out from under me and stretched them, purring as the muscles tensed and relaxed, I then took a closer look at what he was wearing, trying not to laugh as I saw he was wearing footed pajamas. They were blue with little clouds covering them, though he seemed to be quiet used to wearing them as he scratched his groin, a faint crinkling sound emanating. I raised an eyebrow, and even though I was a bit afraid, I asked a question. "Eh...Master Vain...are you...wearing a diaper?" I asked almost timidly. He laughed and nodded some as he slipped a talon into the diaper I was wearing, checking for wet and mess. "Yes I am my little girl. Though why is my own business and it would do you well not to dig into it, for your own personal safety. The last slaves to try and get that information out of me met a most unwanted fate." I whimpered, not wanting to know as he slid the diaper off and replaced it with a disposable, the bright pink covering everything but the little teddy bears. He then untied me and helped me to my feet, leading me into the kitchen where he let me have a normal breakfast. After we ate he told me to follow him, where he led me down to the basement, which was as a huge padded room split into different parts. The first part he took me to showed a wall of reptiles, covered head to foot in rubber, their ankles, legs, writs, arms, and necks were held in place by rubber straps, the suits having zippers for the muzzle and shaft. I looked at him wondering why he was bringing me here when he smiled and unlocked one of them. He then helped the rubber coated dragon to the middle of the room, where the dragon stood. "Look closely at this dragon. See how his entire body is coated with rubber? This is the fate of those who try to run from me. My personal rubber dolls to use as I please." He said as he unzipped the muzzle, he then forced the dragon's mouth open, to show that it was also coated in rubber, only leaving tiny breathing holes and a stretchable ring. "They can be used anally and orally, plus their member, encased in rubber, can also be used for any pleasure I desire. Care to try?" I shook my head. He smiled and nodded as he locked the dragon back up against the wall. He then led me into another room, a yellow reptilian hung from the ceiling, supported by leather straps, his ankles spread by a spreader bar, his chest encased in a rubber straightjacket, his wrists in front of him. He was wearing a collar with a muzzle guard attachment, his mouth enclosed over a bulb that seemed to be have a tube leading down the back of his throat. "This device is one of my favorites, as the bulb contains 2 tubes, one leading to the lungs, the other to the stomach, where it provides nutrients and continuous water. This water of course is controlled so that his stomach doesn't explode, but causes him to need to use the bathroom very often." around the lizards waist was a diaper, bulging from needing a change, the lizard's eyes closed and it was obvious he was crying. He had me help him lower the lizard down, laying him on the floor, I was forced to change the lizard's diaper, then we hoisted him back up. I shuddered, realizing what I was being shown. The next and final room we went into had a hedgehog tied on his side to a table wearing a mask with a tube leading into his maw, his ankles and wrists cuffed to the table, a device strapped to his waist with his shaft sticking out into a wide tube that was designed to catch and store the seed and piss as they left his body, to be fed into a machine that stored the cum in one bottle and the piss in another. The piss bottle was connected to the oral tube, the cum tube disappearing into his ass, his cum forming a pool around his tail hole, a wolf wearing a rubber apron attending to him. "All my slaves, even those that try to escape, are kept nourished and watered...though they spend their time in eternal punishment, depending on my mood. This one was one I was feeling I would be nice to. And each of them is given a care taker who makes sure they are in good health. And this room is always being changed to adapt to the new slave who tries escape." I whimpered, knowing why he was showing me this, suddenly wondering if escape would be worth it as the hedgehog looked at me with pleading eyes. I looked at Vain and whimpered, begging him to take me from this place. He smiled and nodded as he led me back upstairs. As I walked up the stairs I knew that nothing he had planned for me could match the tortures I had seen down there, though I still did not want to find out what awaited for me at the end of the day. End Of Chapter

Title: Another job by vore_wolf Tags: M/M, Mouse, No-Yiff, Vore (soft), Wolf Nyn shut the hotel door behind him and shook the knob to make sure it was locked. He had told the maid to wait for one day before coming in to change the sheets. It hadn't taken much to convince her that he was here on a honeymoon and that he didn't want interrupted. Walking down the hall he stopped at a trash can and pulled out his wallet. Looking at his driver's license he grinned at the picture staring back at him. The wolf in the picture had brown fur and blue eyes. Glancing from his fake ID to his grey paws he tossed the ID in the trash followed by a pair of blue contacts. Hefting his luggage bag unto his shoulder he stepped into the waiting elevator and began his decent to the lobby. In the lobby he stood by the main door until an overweight otter in a trench coat came in. He followed the creature to the snack bar and ordered a drink. "Hot in here ain't it?" The otter asked. Nyn gave him a sideways glance "Like the sun in July" The otter raised his drink, downed it, and walked away. Nyn finished his drink then dropped a ten on the counter, grabbing his bag, and grabbing the bag the otter left he walked away. After catching a cab and then a plane Nyn settled into the seat of his car and drove back to his home. Well maybe home wasn't the right term. Nyn stepped into a perfectly white living room. Locking the door he didn't bother to take off his shoes. Marching straight across the room he went to the thermostat changing the temperature to 13 degrees, then 98 degrees, and then 26 degrees. To his right a solid oak gun case sank back into the wall in response to his coded command. As the cabinet withdrew into the wall it revealed a winding stair case. Quietly descending them to his basement Nyn let the door seal shut behind him. As his feet hit the bottom step the lights clicked on showing a square white washed room with three doorways. Walking to the first door on the right Nyn pushed it open and threw in his bag. Taking the otter's bag with him Nyn keyed his way into the middle door and flicked on the lights, on the far wall was a blank computer screen with a keyboard and mouse held in front of it by a glass sheet which was attached to the wall by a curved chrome beam. Rather modern looking, if he did say so himself. Settling into a chair Nyn rolled himself over to the computer monitor and taped in his password. The screen flickered on with the face of a large lion who was obviously mad. "Where have you been wolf you were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago?!" Nyn grinned he was easily five minutes ahead of schedule, but more than willing to play this little game. "Your agent offered me a drink I couldn't resist." The lion's lips curled back. "He did what?!" Nyn saw the lion look off screen. There was a dull thud and a brief yelp before the lion looked back to him. He had only to glance at the grin on Nyn's face to know "He did no such thing did he wolf?" "No, of course not, but maybe next time you won't accuse me of being late." The lion gave him a tired look "Its always the same with you isn't it. Oh well, you at least did the job didn't you?" "Yes" Nyn replied "There's one less mouse out there to bother you now." "Good, I assume you took care of the evidence?" Yes, there will be no body recovered, as usual." The lion shook his head "I'll never understand you wolf, no name, no family, no bodies. Not that I'm complaining. Your work is perfect, but one day I'll figure you out, and then I'll walk away from one of these meetings understanding what just happened, for once." "I'm sure you will but it won't be today. I expect my bill has been met?" "Yes, I will have the funds transferred... now." Nyn grinned "Good doing business with you Mr. King." The lion's eyes lit up. "Wait how'd you get that name, who-..." Nyn killed the signal. Pushing back from the chair he sat the bag down on a small end table and pulled a black wand out of one of the drawers. Waving it across the otter's bag he gave a relived sigh and put the wand back in the drawer and shut it. No bomb this time. He really needed to be more careful when dealing with someone like King. Unzipping the bag he pulled out a bound pile of fifty dollar bills. Checking the rest of the bag he shoved it away and left the room. Stepping back out into the square room he looked to the stairs that lead back up to his house, or more accurately his cover story. As far as anyone in the neighborhood knew he was a work from home entrepreneur. Which wasn't to far from the truth. Turning to his left Nyn entered the room he had dropped the bag into earlier and flicked the lights on. The room had a large bed, two TVs, and a clothes rack. Walking straight to the clothes rack he grabbed a towel and headed for a door in the back of the room. Stepping through the threshold he entered a small bathroom. A shower stall, a hot tub and a toiled were the contents of the room. Stripping of his shirt and pants Nyn made a straight run towards the shower stall. By the time he got there he was stepping out of his boxers, having left a trail of clothes from the door to the stall. Stepping in he cranked on the water and leaned back against the wall. As the water ran across him he looked down across his chest. His chest was something to be desired by most men. It was tone and sleek his belly fur just short enough so as to flaunt his physique. His legs were trim from hours of exercise and his arms were equally muscled. His entire upper body would fit into anyone's fantasy, except maybe for the bulge in his six pack stomach. Ahh yes the matter of Mr. Thomas. The mouse was settling within his stomach and would be gone by morning. He had been hired to make the mouthy mouse go away. Apparently the mouse threatened to blackmail the lion Mr. King. Mr. King, being the lion he was, couldn't handle the thought of his business being brought to its knees by a mouse. That's were he came in. He had received an anonymous e-mail from someone offering him a job. He followed the enclosed directions, met his contact, and returned to his home with a disk covering his objectives and all currently known information on the target. His job had been a rather simple one. He was offered half a million dollars to hush Mr. Thomas and ensure that he told no one of what he knew. His first action had been to contact his employer and demand the first quarter-million in advance. Afterwards he let himself into Mr. Thomas's home and waited for the anthro-mouse to come home. Mr. Thomas had been rather upset to find him there. If your definition of upset means throwing your arms in the air and screaming down the hall at a full sprint. It had taken almost fifteen minutes to convince the mouse that he wasn't there to kill him and another ten to get him to unlock the bathroom door. Over the next hour he sat and talked with Mr. Thomas about his aspirations to buy every scratch of information that he had on Mr. King. He explained that he worked for one of the companies that Mr. King was about to buy out and that with this information he could save his job. Mr. Thomas had been even more eager to sell the information than he had imagined. They spent some time working out the particulars of their contract, deciding on when, where, and how they would make their transaction. They decided that the easiest way to make the deal would be for Mr. Thomas to rent a room at a local hotel near the airport. They would make their transaction and Mr. Thomas would be able to leave the nation within thirty minutes of receiving his payment. It was the perfect plan. It was the perfect setup. Nyn arrived at the hotel and checked in with the front desk as Jonathan Field the clerk said that Mr. Thomas was waiting for him and said that he had left a key card for anyone coming by to see him under that name. Moving quickly to Mr. Thomas's room he swiped his card and stepped in. The shower was running so Nyn made himself at home sitting crossed legged on the end of the bed. In a few minutes he was greeted by the image of a towel clad Mr. Thomas. "Are you ready to become a very wealthy man Mr. Thomas?" Nyn inquired from his position behind the mouse. Mr. Thomas nearly dropped his towel at the revelation that he had a guest. "Umm yes Mr. Field. Just as soon as I'm dressed I will tell you anything you want to know. "Well before you dress are there any tapes of pictures you have that I could look over while I wait?" Mr. Thomas seemed to pause and think before pulling the drawer of one of the dressers open and pulling loose a sealed envelope that he had apparently taped to the bottom of the drawer earlier in the day. He tossed the envelope to Nyn and began to search through the drawer for some clothes. "Is this everything Mr. Thomas?" Nyn inquired slipping the envelope into his jacket. Mr. Thomas gave him a yes grunt, turned his back on Nyn reaching for his shirt. Taking that to be his cue he stepped up behind Mr. Thomas and grabbed the mouse firmly by the shoulder. "What are you doing?!" the mouse asked, his voice riddled with fear and concern. Nyn didn't reply, these first few seconds of confusion were critical for his success. Spinning the mouse around he gripped him tight by the shoulders and pulled his gawking preys head into his mouth. Mr. Thomas did what ay reasonable person would do. He screamed bloody murder. Nyn almost laughed at the realization that the mouse was trying to fight back, but the anthro mouse was so much smaller than himself that he hardly had to hold him still. Transferring his hold from the mouse's shoulders to his forearm he continued to keep the mouse's movements under his control. The screams emanating from his mouth were much too muffled to be of his concern, no one would hear a thing. Noting the time Nyn remembered that this trip was for business, not pleasure. Taking his first gulp he was suddenly rewarded with a new flurry of kicks. It seemed that until now Mr. Thomas hadn't realized just how serious this situation was, but at this point it was too late for last minute realizations. Lifting the mouse into his mouth Nyn slurped noisily on the rodents shoulders, taking as much pleasure in this as he could afford. Tilting forward and letting the mouse's feet gain purchase on the hotel floor he pushed his mouth down over his struggling prey. The mouse's shoulders pushed their way into Nyn's throat and he gave a moan as twin popping noises echoed from his jaws. With the hardest part now behind him, or inside him as it was, Nyn was able to release the mouse's arms and occupy himself with removing Mr. Thomas's towel. He was not at all impressed with what he saw, even taking into effect that the mouse had just left the shower, the mouse was pitiful. He had hoped to have some fun with the mouse but it would be woefully unexciting. Tilting his head back Nyn gulped the mouse again and again. Pulling the mouse in further he ran his tongue across his meals stomach. He moaned as the velvet-soft fur that covered the mouse's belly caressed his mouth. Then pulling the mouse's waist into his mouth he was disappointed to find that the mouse wasn't enjoying the trip to his fleshy tomb. Making a few more gulps he squeezed the mouse's thighs into his throat. Closing his eyes to savor the feeling Nyn pulled all but the tail and feet of the former Mr. Thomas into himself. Reaching back with one jand he found the bed and sat while grinning at the wiggling toes that were all that remained of the mouse. Nyn wrapped his tongue around the waving digits and with one last gulp he pulled the rodent deep into his maw and swallowed. A resounding gulping noise practically echoed off the walls of the small room. The feet of the mouse disappeared from this world, shortly followed by a squirming tail. Nyn lay back on the bed and rubbed the mouse's outline as it slid through him before stopping as a twitching lump in his stomach. Patting the mouse goodnight and giving a burp and drifted off to sleep. Snapping back to the present Nyn stroked the small lump in his gut as the water washed across him. All in all the night had been rather productive. He had managed to raise himself another two hundred and fifty thousand dollars...and save some cash on groceries for the next couple of days. Finishing up his shower Nyn reached for a towel, he wrapped it around his waist and headed back to his bed. Sitting down he began to dry his fur when a beep interrupted him. An automated voice called across a speaker by the door " There is a client on the line sir" Grinning Nyn stood and wrapped the towel around himself once again. "This night may get more productive yet" By: Vore\_wolf [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) Any thoughts, ideas, or requests are appreciated.

Rudy was one of the honoured servants of Lady Donna and Lord Blitz. Normally his duties was pretty standard stuff, the most exciting being escorting her in public- making sure the plebs knew their place and fell to the wayside for her. Tonight though a very special task had rotated to him. Donna was fairly shy, and always took rules seriously, so Rudy would have to be careful not to outwardly show his enthusiasm for the task at risk of displeasing her. Rudy was scrawny but quite tall, not one to stand out usually. Donna however... a beast to behold. Donna was a reindeer woman, and since it was winter her huge antlers were grown in full. They lived in an estate to the far north so it beame too cold in the winter for most couriers to handle- being a reindeer however, Donna was immune to the cold. Her entrence was announced by a blast of frigid air as she came in the front doors. The click of her hooves on the stone floors built anticipation in Rudy. Her broad nose dipped toward her mouth giving it a bit of a triangular look to it. Most of the fur on her body was so dense but fine you could not tell it was fur at all- except her neck and her fetlocks which were giantly fluffy and thick. Several tongs of her antlers had rings slipped on them in decoration, all with uncut gemstones facing outward like crystal thorns. When her leaf shaped ears shifted around it made a gentle jingling sound from her sleigh bell earings. Another attendant rushed to her side to take her coat and guide her to her seat to start brushing her huge mane of fur, keeping her long neck fur soft and fluffy. Normally Rudy was doing that, but tonight he got a better job. He got down on his knees and gently took her leg in his hands, he was in charge of her hooves tonight. They smelled cold, and slightly earthy like subtle fresh soil. The cloven hooves were fairly broad, and protected from chipping on frozen stones and sharp ice by her special shoes. Her shoes framed the edges of her hoof as ornate golden filigree. Rudy carefully slipped them off exposing her bare hoof to him, as he dropped the golden shoes into a special cleaning mixture that started to softly fizz as it corroded the dirt off. He softly ran his thumb over the surface of the hoof to feel for any imperfections, feeling a few minor nicks in the surface. They were so narrow and womanly, yet holding it in his hand he could easily feel the power. She could pull sleighs in snow too high for most people to even walk in- if she wanted to, she could kick a hole straight through his rib cage. Her legs were toned and smooth, their contours not at all obscured by the very fine fur. Her broad hips swayed in time with her steps and her round butt cheeks took turns enticing arousal. The bushy wisp of fur that was her tail crowned it all. But her hooves were the real crux. Her work depended on her hooves being in good condition, they held her up and were the solid and beautiful foundation of her perfect statuesque legs. The two huge segments in the front, and the adorable little dew claws in the back. Rudy gently lifted one in his hand, holding a coarse cloth in the other. He softly kissed the hoof and then quickly scrubbed in a circular fashion with the cloth, using the moisture from his lips. The courseness of the cloth would help buff out any scuffs on the surface of the hoof. Donna could feel him working on the hoof, but didn't have to worry about him being too rough- the feeling within the hooves was very non specific. Rudy continued to softly kiss and polish her hooves, making sure to get into the cleft as well. Whenever she glanced away Rudy would dare lick the hoof when she wasn't looking. It felt so solid on his soft tongue. So strong and defined, yet it was the elegant foot of a woman. When it came to her bushy fetlocks, Rudy took out a small prismatic comb carved from a seashell. To keep her fur fluffy, soft, and warm, fine toothed brushes and small combs were needed. The fur was slightly damp- melted snow from having just returned. He combed it using very subtle brushing near the tips, working deeper into the fur with each stroke. With each pass of the comb the fur became less heavy looking and more fluffy. Rudy took her golden shoes back out, now perfectly glistening again. The liquid was highly corrosive but only to specific things- gold was immune. He slid one in place, marvelling at the beauty of the ornately adorned hoof. When he should have placed the second on he hessitated, tracing the contours of the underside of the hoof. His biggest mistake was touching her actual foot around the top of the hoof- because she could accurately feel that and immediately seen the obsession in his eyes, hardening her brow in reply. Rudy quickly slipped the second shoe in place to finish, but by then it was too late, she had noted the stiff lump in the crotch of his pants. Donna stood, placing her hoof in the middle of his chest as she tood to kick him onto the floor. She lifted her hoof again and placed it firmly down on his crotch. His dick was wedged in the narrow gap between hoof segments, and the outer edges of the hoof threatened to crush either ball. She slid her hoof forward and put a bit more pressure down, immediately taking it off when she seen the damp spot form from him cumming in his pants. She sneared at him andquickly walked away in a huff. The other attendant looked at him nervously and he could only shrug. On the up side she was probably more likely to forget this and not tell Blitz. On the downside, it was also probably going to be a while before Rudy was allowed to tend to her hooves again.

Title: Chapter 4 by DragonMercX4 Tags: Character Development, Doggystyle, Human, M/F, Plot Development, Renamon, Vaginal Intervention, Chapter 4 Sarah woke up to the sound of a low hum. There was also the sound of wind and music. She decided to listen intently to the music since she could hear her lover singing along to it. Look again from the heavens, it was easy to tell, It was love from above that would save me from hell, She had fire in her soul, it was easy to see, How the devil himself could be pulled out of me! There were drums in the air when she started to dance, Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands, And we sang, Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay, And the voices rang like the angels sing, and they're singing Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay, And we danced on into the night! (Yes, Santana's Into the Night) "Hay, you sound just like the man in the background. I'm impressed." Sarah said after hearing the first verse. Jaden chuckled lightly and pet her cheek softly. She leaned into it, surprising them both, and then purred loudly. Sarah couldn't describe what it was about the gentle caress that caused her to lean into it as she had, it just felt relaxing. Jaden smiled at his lover and thought of what she really was as his expression changed. He had to confront her on it and knew it. There was just the thought that she may be offended at the accusation if it was false. Then again, his operator, Katie, hadn't ever lied to him before. Jaden couldn't help it though, he had to know. "Sarah, why were you being attacked by that black renomon?" He asked, trying to stay away from his real question until he was sure it was valid. "I guess I should tell you. I'm probably not who you think I am, Jaden. And, and I hope you don't see me differently after I tell you the truth... That black renomon, he was supposed to be my mate." Sarah told him. As she did so, Jaden simply nodded through most it, finding what his operator told him to be true. She looked a little frightened at the end of her little confession and that didn't get past Jaden. "Now let me finish. You were betrothed to him to unify the Renamon of Kitsune valley. It was your mother who proposed the idea that a daughter from the yellow, red, and blue tribes be taken as mates by the eldest sons of the black, or shadow tribe. She picked you to be the one from the blue tribe." Jaden said, leaving Sarah astounded that he knew. "How?" She asked breathlessly, it was all she could manage. "You see, I've been one of the one's keeping an eye on that little feud between the tribes because it's a lot like racism here. It made me feel closer, as a human of course, to Digimon. Also, it was a reason to continue the bonding of Digimon to tamers since several government heads have proposed that it be stopped." He continued, taking a turn off an exit ramp. The car, that Sarah just noticed she was in, started to slow. She was amazed that he knew so much, and couldn't think of anything to say. "To be honest, I thought that you were just a renamon who one of the lesser shadow renomon had gone after. I didn't know you were who you were." Jaden finished on a down note. He had pulled up to a booth next to a gate. After briefly talking to the man there, the gate opened and Jaden pulled into a garage on the far side of the parking lot, labeled "High Rank Only". A tear fell from Sarah's eye as she asked "You're going to send me back, aren't you?" As she looked down, Jaden abruptly stopped the car as he released their seatbelts, pulling her onto his lap and into a kiss. The kiss, which was the deepest either of them had experienced, lasted for nearly a minute. Sarah couldn't help but surrender herself to him, and his strong sexy arms, as she purred loudly into the connection at their lips. Her purring increased in volume as a tongue slipped its way into her muzzle and found hers as a hand made its way around the base of her tail, causing her to "yiff" lightly into the kiss. A woman tapping on the glass of the driver-side window cut it short, however. Jaded looked from his fuzzy lover to the person who so rudely interrupted an intimate moment and his heart sank. It was Katie. Sarah let out a low growl from her position on his lap. The look on Katie's face just screamed 'I have a bone to pick with you!' and he knew what was coming. "H-hay Katie," Jaden stuttered as he rolled down the window, "I was just coming to see you and..." "What the hell are you doing Jaden?!" She interrupted him in a scream whilst waving her arms around like it was the end of the world. "Whatever he wants!" Sarah yelled back at her. This left a blank look on both Katie's face, and on Jaden's. Jaden then decided to point at Sarah and just go along with it. "What she said." He informed his operator with a smile on his face, poking Sarah lightly and causing her to giggle. He rolled up the window, shutting out a shocked Katie, and pulled into the parking complex. "I can't believe you snapped at her like that." He whispered to her, hunting for his parking spot. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just that" Sarah started, but was cut off. "It turned me on." Jaden whispered in her ear, which twitched out of reflex. She growled playfully as a response, still sitting on his lap in a comfortable position. "Can I fix that for you?" Sarah asked in a mischievous voice, slowly trailing a finger along his muscular chest in an attempt to get him further aroused. The change in his scent, and relaxation of his body, was a clear sign of success for the horny vixen as he began to rub her back with a free hand. "When we get inside, let's go straight to my privet office. If I lock it and have the "Do Not Disturb" sign up, they won't interrupt our 'privacy'." Jaden replied in as sensual a voice as he could manage. He pulled the car into a space marked "Price" and shut it off. Quickly, as to avoid being caught by Katie, he got out of it with Sarah in his arms, setting her down gently once he had closed the door, locking automatically. Taking her hand, Jaden pulled them over to the elevator. He pressed a button as the doors opened and a "Ding!" Was heard. He half-expected Sarah to jump again, but she didn't. They stepped in; making sure no one had seen them. Jaden opened a panel on the elevator and revealed a key pad. He pressed several keys on it. "Please use primary access code." A feminine voice said from the panel. Jaden typed in a short sequence. "Please use auxiliary, class 9 codes." Again, he began to put in the requested. This however, took a little longer. Sarah was amazed at how fast his hands were moving across the keys. "Please enter final access code." The cool voice rang, the elevator moving. "Final access voice key confirm." Jaden said aloud. "Voice recognized, hello Captain Price." The voice said calmly addressing him. "Please say the code." It continued. "Final access code, Serenity." He replied, leaving Sarah surprised that her name was the key. He smiled as he leaned in and kissed her, the door opening. "Jaden? You dog, I knew you'd find someone eventually." A fat man told Sarah's lover as he clapped his hand on Jaden's shoulder. Releasing his grip on her, he quickly saluted the man, whom was in a strange uniform. "At ease, soldier." The man said as Jaden put both of his arms around his back, a gesture Sarah copied. "Oh, my. She really is something." The man continued looking her over. "Jaden, I'm only going to say this once so remember it. Don't ever let her down." He said, gaining Sarah's respect. "Sir, yes sir!" Jaden replied, beaming the fat man a wide smile. "Sir, permission to ask a favor, Sir!" He continued. "Go ahead." The man said, returning the smile to Jaden. "Sir, I as permission that I be given about twenty minutes with my lover in my privet office, Sir." He asked, looking the apparently important man in the eye. People who had been walking by had been saluting him just had Jaden had. "Permission granted. Carry on, Captain." The man, that Sarah really liked now, responded. Jaden immediately took Sarah's hand and started down the corridors. She was really confused after a point as they went through turn after turn. Eventually, they came to a door. Jaded put his hand on the pad next to it and another soft feminine voice, in fact it was the same as the elevator's, chimed in. "Welcome, Captain Price." It rang as they walked in. Sara was going for a ride and Jaden was the one that was going to give it to her. She decided right then and there that she would take him for a mate, and that she would have him claim her. "We don't have much time, so... Mph!" He started but was cut off by her mouth as it's lips quickly clamped down around his. It was a kiss that he gave into, the response to the breaking of his general will being an intense purring sound emanating from his lover's throat. Sarah broke away from him and walked over to his almost empty desk, the carpeting of his office feeling good underneath her paws. She quickly moved away what little there was on the desk, making sure it was completely clean before turning to a befuddled Jaden. "Love, I want you to do something with me. I want you to do something -To- me. Now, I really hope that you are all right with this... I want you as my mate." Sarah said, watching her lover's facial expressions go through a wide array of emotions. At her last words, his eyes went wide, his legs started to shake, and then his face turned white. "M... Ma-ma, Mate?" Jaden stammered. He knew that the females of Renamon were the dominate sex, hence why their race is referred to as Renamon and not Renomon, but this caught him off guard. "Too soon?" Sarah asked, hoping she didn't just destroy the relationship that seemed to withstand all opposition. She looked down, her hands folding over one another, her tail coming up between her legs, and her ears pressing flat against the back of her head as a pit formed in the bottom of her stomach. Jaden could hear Sarah's heart pounding in her chest as she became very nervous while her body betrayed the fact. His own wasn't moving or speaking, no matter how desperately he wanted to shout to the havens \*Oh, god! Oh, god! Yes, yes I do!\* But no matter how hard he tried, his body wouldn't respond. He took a deep breath, becoming relieved that he was slowly gaining control, and though of how to approach the situation slowly after his little freeze up. "Sam, please lock the room." Jaden said, receiving a series of beeps in return. Sarah closed her eyes tightly, expecting something bad to happen, but instead, was kissed softly on the ridge of her snout. She let out a soft moan as she became turned-on from the gentle contact with her tamer or possible mate, as he still didn't refuse. A pair of hands, sweet caressing hands, made their way around her body, loosening all of joints and her muscles since they tensioned up. "I accept." Jaden whispered in her ear as he pet one side of her face and lovingly kissed the other. She melted into it, adoring the affectionate ways of her new mate. \*I'm so lucky.\* Was one of the only things to go through her mind as her returned the kiss, but doing so to the side of Jaden's neck, seeking out a sweet spot with great accuracy. He quietly gasped as he pressed himself to her, already going for the zipper of his cargo pants to take them, and the rest of his cloths, off. "Wait, there's a claiming ceremony. All you have to do is, uh, well, just fuck me senseless." Sarah said as she pulled away and bent over the desk. It was a high desk, enough so that her claws were the only part of her to touch the off-white carpet below. "Give it to me hard, claim me as your mate!" She called over her shoulder to him, thinking he was still where she left him. Sarah gasped loudly as he penetrated her, hilting her steaming hot, wet cunt with one swing, withdrawing immediately only to hilt her, and repeat the process. She gasped loudly and called out his name on occasion, "Oh, Jaden! Oh, Gods yes, Jaden! Yes, Yes, Yes! Make me your bitch Jaden! Make me your Mate!" She screamed over and over again, as he grasped her haunches firmly and fucked her harder then he knew he could. Again and again, his balls slapped against her clit as his cock rocketed in and out of her cunt, making her howl in pleasure as his pace and force increased significantly. Jaden felt all reality slipping away until it was just him and his mate, her screaming his name and words that further sped his pace as he began to claw at her hips, not really realizing the higher pitches that brought from Sarah's throat, the increasing moans of pleasure spurring him on to the climax of their lives. That apex they were running at full speed, for that matter, would seal them together as mates for the rest of their lives. Jaden felt his nose brush against his lover's neck and he began to nip and nibble at the skin that lay just beneath her shining sapphire fur. She instinctively propped herself up on her arms and bent her head forward in submission to the man that was wildly fucking her stretched pussy and bringing her to the edge of ecstasy, to hang over the wall of that cliff and come right back to earth to share in a loving after glow. Sarah felt her mate's hands make their way around to her chest and begin to pinch and roll the nipples of her size C breasts, effectively forcing her into a silent moan as her mouth hung open over the desk, a little bit of saliva becoming liberated from her maw by gravity as her eyes closed to intensify the building pressure within her body, her cunt convulsing and massaging the length of Jaden's member. That same pressure was building inside of him as well while he pounded into the vixen that had herself spread out on his desk, her hips coming up with each slam into her now well fucked pussy as it leaked it's precious juices out onto the carpet below, to forever stain it with the proof of their forbidden love. Sarah began to grind her hips against his as she lightly bucked against him, forcing him deeper then before. In return, Jaden moved his hand down and began to roll his thumb over her clitoris, bringing forth another silent scream of ecstasy while she panted loudly. She began to yipp as his member speared deep into her depths, lung after lunge, sending torrents of pleasure arching through her body. The tingle of his climax was becoming stronger with each thrust, even as he tried to hold it off, and was soon a blazing need for release within his loins. He began to run off instinct as he pushed his Mate's upper half hard onto the desk, taking full control of her body and making it his while something from the darkness of his consciousness was guiding his actions. He knew what to do next and leant over Sarah's back and bit down on her neck, not enough hard to draw blood, but enough to cause pain. Sarah was becoming confused as her lover became suddenly violent, but also surprised he knew anything about claming, and submitted to his mouth's grip on her neck. She began to cry out in bliss as the pain mixed with her pleasure and blanked out her already clouding mind. All she could feel was Jaden pounding into her as inch after welcoming inch of his thick maleness was plunged into her abused cunt, only to be withdrawn and leave an empty feeling within her as she waited for his welcomed return to her slick, tight confines. Each return was fast and hard, exactly as she had asked for, and was stimulating her beyond what she knew. Her moans and howls of pleasure were being torn form her throat as her wanton body took the iron hard tool of her mate as he claimed her for himself and wildly bucked against her, forcing her into the air. Jaden was beginning to grunt from the force of his thrusts into her heated confines, a low and very lustful growl emanating from his body as he increased the pace. His face was contorting to a picture of pure lust as he fucked his bitch harder then he even wanted to while loosing control and powering his way to an earth shattering climax with each strong thrust of his well muscled hips. Sarah was beginning to feel a burning sensation growing within her as she felt her edge nearing, clamping her sex down on his to speed him up, reaching the desired goal being the only thought either of them could muster. Jaden threw his head back in an inhuman howl as Sarah did the same. Both of them came hard enough that the desk was shaking underneath of them as they began to spasm from the intensity of their peaks, his cum filling her to the brim and running out from the sides of her stretched pussy as her own cunny almost squirted out onto his thighs. Jaden was still giving his all with short, rapid thrusts, ridding Sarah though her climax, their howls being prolonged from the simple action. Their howling died down as they sank onto the desk, completely exhausted from their lustful romp. Both were panting heavily as their chests rose and fell hypnotically, their hearts hammering wildly. "Heh, \*Pant\* How wah, was, \*Pant\* that?" Jaden asked, breathless. "Can't talk, to tired." She replied happily, sighing at the feeling of being filled again. Post-orgasmic tremors were still flowing through them both, sending little jolts of energy through their limp bodies. They were both just willing to stay there like that for then next hour or so, but that was cut short. "Captain Price, please report to Commander Alexandra's office. Also, just to let you know, we've been re-doing the insulation on your room. It's anything but sound proof. Just so you know." Katie said over the intercom to Jaden as his face turned six shades of red. Sarah, however, was beginning to giggle. "Oh, no! We've been found out!" She said in mock exasperation. Jaden didn't find this funny at all, instead he was wondering what his punishment would be. Slowly, he dismounted the giggling digi-fox and stretched a bit. Sarah turned over an sat up on the desk, admiring the view of her mate working the kinks out of his muscles, and giving her ideas as to some kinks of her own. "Jaden, I had you called to my office and..." It was Alexandra. Jaden stood completely still, without any cloths on. "Wow, so they weren't kidding when they said you two were making hot passionate love. I can't believe I missed it." She said smiling as she walked over to Jaden. His mind was blank except for the whole "Did she just say that?" Question. As she went to hand him a folder, Jaden went to cover himself up. "Please, it's not like I haven't seen it before." Alexandra said, putting the folder in front of his now limp tool and turning away. "Once you get dressed and clean her up, because I know you want to, head down to the armory. That folder has your new toy's blueprints. It's a prototype so don't loose it." At that conclusion, she smiled at him and closed the door. Both Sarah and Jaden were silent. Neither moved until she started giggling, then they both broke out into a fit of laughter. "I like her." Sarah said as she calmed down. Jaden was still partially confused but passed it off and decided it would be best to go check out this new "toy". "Alright, let's go. But first..." Jaden leaned down and gave her well-fucked pussy a long, teasing lick, getting off their combined juices. He savored his flavor combine with hers, making sure that he cleaned the last bit off her netherlips as the surrounding fur tickled his face. She moaned and gasped above him as he licked her, enjoying the talent that his tongue was giving, but oddly enough, wasn't getting too exited. Both passed this off as they gave each other their all and were both pleased with the common conclusion that seemed to be communicated silently. As Jaden finished up, he grabbed his pants, kissing Sarah's clit before letting his mouth leave the scene of their desire. She gave a final moan as he did so, slipping his shirt onto his back while he pulled up his pants as he rose. He helped her off the high desk and down onto the soft carpeting of the floor as he leaned in and gave her a long, fiery kiss. She again, moaned into the kiss and gave it back to him a little harder but with passion. "Let's go check out my new toy."

Title: 6 Snowbirds Tags: group sex, bisexual, voyeurism *(incest. group sex. bisex. "auditeurism". enjoy!)* The taxi's wheels half-splashed, half-crunched down the side street of slush. Whistling as he drove, the cabbie wheeled to the curb, sliding the last few centimeters. "There you go, folks. 911-13th Ave. Avalon Apartments. That'll be $21.50." Cooper McAllister dug into his wallet and handed over a bright Canadian twenty and a five. "I'm embarrassed to say that one winter in the USA has made our money look odd. Anyway, keep the change." 
"Thanks." The cab driver tucked away the money. "Watch your step there, ma'am." Lora McAllister gave herself a gold star for remembering to wear proper boots for the trip north. She stepped into the slop of ice and snow as carefully as the driver suggested. Cooper did a sliding step around the back of the car to offer his hand. Her big bear of a husband made a welcome anchor post, assuming he didn't do a flying splat on to the pavement himself. Reaching the freshly scraped concrete of the sidewalk felt like a successful mountain ascent. Having passed some magical boundary of responsibility, the cab tooted his horn and pulled away. A cheery shout came back to them, "You folks enjoy the great weather!" "My god, he's serious." Lora pursed a smile and shook her head. She hiked the collar of her green cloth coat around her neck. "Well, the snow is melting, the sky is blue and the sun is shining." Cooper looked up. "Though the Avalon is blocking it right now." Lora snorted, clutching her coat around her. "It's barely above freezing. Yesterday we were getting a last all-over tan session by the pool. I refuse to say this is 'great weather'." Shoving his hands deep in his jacket pockets and hunching up his shoulders, Cooper sighed and nodded. "I didn't want to admit we'd become a pair of namby-pamby snowbirds." "Well, we have. So deal with it." Lora huddled under her husband's arm, letting him be the wind break. Or, to be honest, the small breeze break. It still freshened the cold more than she liked. "Is there any chance we could stop enjoying the great weather and go inside?" She felt her husband's solid chest move against her face with a great intake of air. "Sorry, my queen. Just savouring the return of the old Canuck instincts. There's spring time in that air." "Hurry up, Cindy! I'm late for my own bachelorette party!" "Then they can't start without you. Get a grip, Akiko." Cooper and Lora turned as a pair of young women scampered in a clatter of boot heels up to the door of the apartment building. The length of leg exposed by their dresses made Lora feel more namby and even pamby about feeling the cold. She gave another shiver as she held Cooper's arm to the door, following the ladies. The foyer didn't really have the room to host four people. Personal spaces had to be temporarily adjusted, but being out of the fresh, fresh air made that a fair transaction for Lora. And there was no hardship being in tight spaces with these women. Laughing and rosy-cheeked, they had a hot kilowatt of charisma each. Lora felt Cooper shift slightly, stand a bit straighter, suck in a gut that really didn't exist and bringing a casual hand up to smooth his pepper & salt hair. She couldn't fault him in the least. She felt some interesting tingles going up and down her own body. "That's a lovely scent you're wearing. Or you're wearing. I'm not sure who, but it works very well scooched close up like this." 
Lora smirked to herself as Cooper let loose his charm. Totally uncontrived and natural as breathing for the big stud. Both young women laughed, but the bachelorette didn't turn from her examination of the building directory and intercom system. The tall woman with the full mane of walnut brown hair gave Cooper and Lora a winning smile with deep, twinkling eyes. Then she did a tiny double take. She frowned slightly with a cock of her head. "This sounds plain goofy, but do I know you?" He wishes, Lora thought to herself. And, with some pride at the sight of her distinguished man and his full head of thick hair, this chick should be so lucky. Cooper made a show of studying the radiant face before he smiled back. "I'm sure I'd remember. I don't believe I've had the pleasure." "Sorry." She looked back and forth between Cooper and Lora. "This is gonna bug me all day. I know there's a connection somewhere. I'm Cindy..." The intercom speaker blasted through the introduction in an explosion of static, music and voices. A voice shouted out of the tinny soundbox. "Who is it?" "It's Akiko and Cindy!" "What? Be quiet everyone! Who?" "It's the fucking guest of honour! Let us in!" The small woman bellowed. The door buzzed and unlocked. Akiko skipped through, Cindy right behind. The willowy woman paused, holding the door open for them to follow. Lora waved a thank you. "We'd better go through the formalities. Make sure he's even home." Cindy smiled and let the door close. Cooper took his turn at the button display, reading the list of names to find the correct code to punch, a finger going line by line. Lora watched through the glass as the dazzling Cindy and sinfully cute Akiko were met by a gaggle of women bursting from a door marked "Community Room". A toffee-skinned goddess with a blue and white paper party hat on top of her copper cascade of hair led the way with hugs and squeals. Lora gaped, feeling a rare pang of insecurity and age in the face of all that young beauty. The svelte young women jiggling about in chic sausage casings sent other potent surges and urges to wash away the insecurity. A humming purr of pleasure leaked out of Lora's throat. "What was that, dear?" Cooper turned from punching the code. "Holy jumpin' jeezus on a pogo stick. They're all gawdamn gorgeous!" He took an involuntary step forward to watch the flock of lovelies disappear into the Community Room. Lora admired that neither her husband or herself actually pressed their faces against the glass. "Roll your tongue back in your mouth, dear." Lora shakily smiled, giving her husband a prod in the arm. "They're young enough to be our daughter..." She stopped in mid-sentence. The cliche expression brought a blushing deep heat up her neck to her cheeks. Her eyes darted between the floor and Cooper. For his part, her words caused Cooper to swallow and his left eye twitched. The intercom squawked with their son's voice. "Hello? Who is it?" Lora gave herself a little shake, took a breath, and forced a steady tone to her voice. "It's Mom and Dad, dear." "Great! C'mon up!" The door buzzed like a saw again. Cooper opened the door and held it for Lora. The muffled roar of the bachelorette party filled the small lobby area. It held their attention for the few steps it took to reach the elevator, wondering what might be going on inside. "Afternoon." A smooth feminine voice snapped Cooper and Lora to reality better than a gunshot. A woman wearing a sweeping kaftan of black and deep burgundy joined them at the elevator, sorting through envelopes and a magazine. "A nice haul of actual mail today. Unusual in this day and age." This building wouldn't give them a chance to regain their composure. Nature, gravity and life caused the majority of women and men to sag and bag as 50 years rolled over them. Cooper and Lora had enough good sense to understand that nobody won a fight with Time. Every day a person got older, and that was the law. However, they decided they would at least go out with style and grace. Diet and exercise and the tiniest bit of discreet surgery kept them both, in all immodesty, looking damn good. And here, apparently, stood a woman with an identical philosophy. Lora took off her coat. She felt more than warm enough now. Cooper did the opposite, actually closing the bottom button. Ah. She sussed it out. The front of her hubby's pants had become a little tight and unseemly to public viewing. The dark kaftan pattern set off the cascade of blonde hair to perfection. Lora patted her own loose bob of black curls. The curl was natural, but the black came from a bottle, as would the blonde hair in front of her. Cooper told her regularly that her trim, vital body and energy meshed perfectly with the black of her youth. She did not intend to give up the dye until the first grandkid was born. "It's a very slow elevator." The woman smiled apologetically. She slowly looked the visitors up and down. The fires behind the blue eyes made Lora feel both naked and nude simultaneously. The first flushed her face with embarrassed heat. The second made Lora want to whip that kaftan up and over her head. Something in the way the lush curves moved under the silk suggested a complete lack of undergarments. "Let me guess...you're Zachary's parents?" Cooper grunted a half laugh. "How did you know that?" The blonde woman chuckled. "No witchery involved at all. He mentioned earlier this week he expected a visit. Quite excited about it, really." Once again the smouldering eyes appraised both the McAllisters. "And there is certainly a family resemblance." The elevator dinged and the doors slid aside. The three stepped aboard. Like the tiny foyer, the small elevator required a forced intimacy that no one seemed to mind too much. 
"Well, you've guessed it correctly." Lora stuck a hand out. "This is Cooper and I'm Lora. It's nice to know Zach has met people since moving here." "Oh, I'm being rude." The blonde shook hands, her nails elegantly manicured. Lora felt glad she had had a chance to touch up the swimming and sun damage on her own hand. "I'm Morgan. Zach and I met before he had actually moved in. When he was still apartment hunting. He's been a great neighbour ever since. Taking time to make a single, older woman feel wonderful. He has so many talents. You two did a marvelous job." "Umm, thanks." Cooper's rugged face had a sheen of sweat. "We did our best." The elevator dinged again. The McAllisters stepped out. Morgan gave a small wave with her magazine. "Delightful to meet you. Have a good visit." Cooper took a moment to whip off his coat. The material in the front of his trousers strained to keep the bulge contained. He looked down and shrugged helplessly. Lora snickered and gave the bulge a quick palm grope and squeeze. Nice and hard. He sucked in a sharp breath and glared at her. She affected an innocent expression and turned as an apartment door opened. "Mom!" Zach stepped forward and swept Lora up in a big bear hug. As big as his dad, he carried her into the entrance way of his home. "Put me down!" Lora laughed. "Have some respect for short people and old mothers." In her protests, she did notice that Zach had kept up his physical fitness routine. His chest had the same firmness as Cooper's and squashed her breasts in the way that made her wish for an all day hug. Her son set her back down on her feet, grinning. He turned to Cooper, closing the door to the hallway. "Dad!" Son and father enjoyed an awkward manly embrace as Cooper tried to keep his coat in front of his pants. Zach stepped back, chuckling and confused. "Here, I'll take that." 
Before Cooper could protest, Zach had his coat in hand and reached for a hanger. He stopped at the sight of the circus tent in his father's pants. Cooper spread his hands in helpless motions. His mouth worked and then he smiled a crooked smile. "You'll have to excuse the old man, son. Do you have any idea of the number of red hot sex bombs partying on the ground floor right now? Lora pursed a smile as Zach turned a bit red, busying himself with hanging their coats. He was always the shyest of her brood. "That'd be the bachelorette party. I forgot about that. Girls only, Dad, so whatever you saw is all you're going to get, I'm afraid." Cooper laughed. "A damned shame. I was hoping you could hook your Dad up with one or three of them." Zach blushed a little, again. Lora shot Cooper a reproving stare. "Well, yes I guess, but not, that is...it was posted on the Community Room calendar. I don't know if I..." 
Lora stepped out of her boots and took Zach's arm. "Never mind, dear. We've got days to hear all about your winter in a new city and a new life." She gave his muscular arm a squeeze. "I can't tell you how happy it makes me that you're blossoming so well with new friends and activities. When you left the old home town to move here, I was worried. Even with Harry living here, cross-country moves like that can either liberate or crush a person's spirit." 
"New friends? Who do you mean?" Zach seemed a bit nervous yet. "We met a charming woman named Morgan in the elevator." "Oh. Good." Zach swallowed and his left eye gave a little twitch. After these months apart, Lora had a new moment to marvel how much Cooper and his son looked alike, with a healthy dose of his mother's curly hair, if nothing else. No wonder Morgan spotted them right away. Lora's mind idly skipped to Cindy... "This is quite the set-up you have." Cooper walked into the immediate space from the door. Lora shook her head and paid attention as Zach perked up with pride. "This is my office-studio. 99% of the world would have this down as the 'living room'. Being self-employed is a solitary business. This way I can enjoy the big balcony windows while I work and see the world go by. Also, if a client actually comes by, I don't have to take them all through the apartment." Taking in the huge drafting table and computer desk combination across from the comfortable chairs, Lora smiled. "So you explained in your emails. It's a lovely arrangement." "Right. I keep forgetting what I've sent you. Or what Val or Harry might have passed on." "Just give us the tour as if we're newbies, son. We won't yawn at any repetition." 
Most of the remaining apartment had a typical layout. Lora felt pride in the male, but tasteful, decorating scheme. Her first born shared her artistic and creative aptitudes. Not that Val or Harry were dull. They and their father had lively imaginations that had other outlets. "That is an exceptional bed, Zach!" Cooper stepped into the room and gave a big, two palm push-bounce to test the mattress and the frame. "Solid as a rock. Big as a hockey rink." "You must get lost in all that space, dear." Lora ran a finger over the smooth red satin sheet and raised an eyebrow. She let her fantasies out for a romp across the king size spread. The fun that could be had on a bed like this. Lora made a note to replace the one at home as soon as they got back. "I take up a little more room than you, Mom." "But what about guests?" "Huh? What...?" "You're a fully grown man, Zach. I have no illusions or delusions that something other than sleeping goes on here." 
"Mom!" "Don't backsass your mother, boy." Cooper smirked as he plucked a photo off the wall. A black and white portrait captured a merry moment in the life of a bewitching Japanese woman. Her black hair swirled as she looked back over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled. "Would this be the delightful Linda, maybe, perhaps?" He waggled his eyebrows. 
Zach snorted at the teasing and half-smiled. "Yes, that's Linda. Though I think I might cancel tomorrow's supper rather than expose her to you two. I think all that southern sun is melting all your inhibitions!" Lora's stomach did a little flip at the comment, but she kept her smile from betraying the fact. Cooper hastily replaced the photo. "Uhmm...don't you dare. And I'm paying for that supper, for your information." Cooper followed his son into the kitchen, where good-natured arguing commenced on who picked up what cheque. Lora ran her tongue tip over her lips and stepped lightly back into the bedroom. It's definitely a law that mothers are allowed a little snooping. Her ear quivering to keep track of the men, Lora carefully slid the drawer of the night stand open. She expected only some cheeky evidence to prove her teasing correct. In point of fact, the drawer fairly bulged with packages of condoms in a selection of styles, two bottles of assorted top grade lubrication, a large bottle of massage oil and a several bright blue silk scarves. "Fuck me!" Lora couldn't stop the stunned exclamation from popping out, but she managed to throttle it to a whisper. The sheer quantity of sexual support gear demanded a repeat gasp. "Fuck me!" Then Lora realized her choice of words. Discovering her son to be a gawdamned sexual dynamo and responding with the bleat that someone fuck her. The lightning skipping through her veins now would not happen inside a conventional mother. Her nipples began to rise, and they were as hard to hide as Cooper's erection when fully aroused. A suggestion of moisture developed between her legs. Lora slid the drawer closed with a trembling hand. No, she could no longer make any claim to being a conventional mother. She tried to catch her breath as she stepped out into the hallway. Zach led the way with coffee mugs in each hand. The building's blueprints had this labeled as the 'master bedroom', but Zach had claimed it as his "social room". He settled his parents down on to the sofa before making the second trip of cookies and snacks. Lora felt she would burst from not being able to tell Cooper what she had discovered, but their son was too quick. "You have a good eye for furniture." Cooper ran his hand over the pseudo suede green fabric. "Not too many couches in this world that let us stretch right out." "What's the use of a couch that you can't sleep on? It was Val's bed when she visited." "What, you didn't share that colossal bed with your sister? She wouldn't take up much..." 
Cooper trailed off, his left eye twitching ever so slightly. Lora gnawed her lip and her darting, nervous eyes saw Zach's eye twitching in perfect synchronization with his father. Her mind began to speculate... Zach broke the stumbling silence. "Did Val's visit to you guys go well? Did she spill her big crazy plan?" "Yes." Cooper's big hands flexed as if gripping his nerves with brute strength. He spoke carefully and deliberately. "Yes, it was a very interesting visit. It really caught us by surprise. Her plan to move here, that is. That's what surprised us." Lora joined in. "We can't quite see the fascination of this town. I believe I'd been here once in my life before Harry made the move and now all three of my children will be living here. Harry had a great job opportunity at the time, so he makes sense. Your transplanting I sort of understand. I haven't seen Val so fired up about an idea since Kelvin proposed to her. What the heck did you do to your sister? " Zach's mug sloshed a tiny drop, which he caught with a napkin. He leaned out and took a cookie. "I guess she had a nice visit here. The way she told me, she wouldn't be so alone when Kelvin went on his business expeditions." He ate his cookie in one bite and pasted a smile on his face. Cooper readjusted his seat and recrossed his legs. He smiled softly. "I know you kids get along, but such an upsurge of brotherly-sisterly love is really something." Zach began to cough and choke. He waved his hand to stop his parents from leaping to their feet and stepped out to the bathroom. Keeping an ear out for her baby's condition, Lora turned to her smirking husband. She gave a half-smile and narrowed her eyes. "I think we're sharing a similar notion about our son. And our daughter." "I think we are." "You should see his bedside drawer. We need to buy some stock in safe sex businesses. Every pharmacy for blocks must be sold out of condoms." 
Cooper's thick eyebrows went up his forehead as his eyes widened. Then his smirk grew to a grin. "I've heard of late bloomers, but this is incredible. I guess a proper parent should be shocked or something. I'm feeling...jazzed." Lora cast a quick glance to the bathroom. The sound of water running came through the open door. She nibbled her lip. "Should we share our lifestyle secrets? About Val?" Wiping his big hand over his chin, Cooper hissed between his teeth. "Well, I..." Zach returned, smiling and a little red-faced. "Sorry about that. I guess those cookies are a bit dry." A sharp knock beat out the tune of "shave and a haircut..." throughout the apartment. Zach turned, quirking his lips. "I wonder who that could be. No intercom buzzer, so must be a neighbour. Excuse me folks. Sorry." The musical babble of excited female voices distracted both McAllisters before they could resume their discussion. Both their mouths opened in half-smiles of wonder and they cocked their heads to better listen. "Sounds like the bachelorette party is moving up here." They could pick out "scavenger hunt" and "tattoo" from the chatter, with Zach's deeper voice trying to explain he had company in the next room. Then the female voices made a clear chorus of "Please, please, please." and one distinct "we'll make it up to you". Zach appeared at the door. He sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mom. Dad. You can probably tell it's a gaggle of girls from the party. They need my help for some sort of scavenger hunt. They're about three jello shots past their best company manners or logical discussion. Do you mind if I left you for a bit?" Cooper gave a short guffaw. "Son, jello shots are beside the point. You don't tell ladies that look that good 'no'. It's an investment in your future." Lora only nodded and made shooing motions with her hand. When Zach hesitated, she looked around and picked up the remote for the TV and waggled it. Zach grinned and disappeared, closing the door. The chatter muffled to near silence. She turned on Cooper. "Investments in YOUR future, you're hoping. I know you, my stud. Now that we're getting a sense of things around here, you're hoping your son can hook you up." "Idle dreams, my dear, only idle dreams." 
The closed door allowed one shriek of feminine laughter to slip through. Lora jumped to her feet. "If I can't see what's going on, I'm at least going to eavesdrop." Cooper clambered up and followed close behind. They opened the door a head's span and peeked down the short hallway, Cooper above and Lora below, like some zany sitcom. No people could be seen, but voices came clearly. "Okay, you want me to draw temporary tattoos? With indelible ink?" "Um...it does wash off eventually, doesn't it?" "Eventually. But they'll stay on through sweat and spilled drinks and other fluids that may splash today." A few giggles came of this. A throaty female voice spoke up. "Perfect. I'm going straight to a 19 point job." 
Another woman chuckled. The third (there seemed to be only three) gasped in a posh British accent. "Cindy, really?" "Listen, we want to win this thing, don't we? 2 points for a polite, public tattoo. Forget it. 9 points for a tattoo that would only be seen at the beach. Not bad. 19 points on skin only seen during sex." The sound of a long zipper running its course brought some appreciative murmurs and new giggling gasps. "Besides, it's not like Zach here hasn't seen the goods already." "For which I drop to my knees and thank my lucky stars every day." A husky pleasure resonated in Zach's voice. "That's my boy!" Cooper breathed a hot whisper in Lora's ear. His hand stroked up and down her side, from hip to the side of her breast. "Lucky sumbitch." "That's OUR boy." Lora whispered back, shifting back and bending enough to rub her butt into Cooper's resurging bulge. "Quite strutting your fine body around the room, girl. If you don't give Zach something to draw, all we'll get out of him is a hard fuck." "Ahem. I'll have you know that I am a professional. Artists see more nude women than doctors." 
The women laughed. Cindy broke in. "Okay, okay. I want a saucy monkey that looks like he's riding a unicycle, only it's my nipple where the unicycle is." "Ooh, good one. Let's give it a try. Sit in my chair here so I don't have to kneel. All right..." Cooper's palm ran over Lora's back in massaging motions, then dipped under and began to squeeze her hanging breast. Her nipple grew and rubbed against the soft material of her bra cup. She flexed her tight butt cheek to prod and mush against Cooper's trapped penis. Giggles and gasps popped down from the studio. "You have to sit still." "It tickles." "Some girl is having too much fun. That unicycle wheel is looking more like a barrel by the second." "I can't help it. They're sensitive." "I remember all too well." Cooper and Lora kept a relaxed motion of caresses, enjoying the "radio show". Cooper's hips softly pushed his groin rhythmically into Lora's wonderful cheeks. Meanwhile his fingers tickled and teased her skin through the material of her clothes. Every time he wandered back to her rock hard nipple, Lora gave a fresh whimper deep in her throat. Their physical moves might be slow and serene, but Lora's imagination crackled like a string of firecrackers. She created visuals of what she couldn't see in Zach's studio right now. Those images moved into the fascination of her bookish, quiet boy transformed into a sexual being. That bounced into the staggering evidence that Zach had left "normal" sex behind and soared into sex the majority of humans know only in fantasies and stories. If that was true, the sheer possibilities set her mind on fire. Then Cooper touched her nipple again and the whimper became a guttural moan. "How's that?" "Quite jiggling your tit. Oh, Zach, that's great! Go look at it in the mirror, Cindy." Blurry in brain and hot in body, the McAllisters managed to step away and back to carefully close the door. Not seeing a topless Cindy skip to the bathroom made Lora's teeth grind. Cooper muttered quietly into Lora's ear. "Is it totally out of the question to just go introduce ourselves? Please?" Lora took a deep breath and tried to be rational. "No. No. We can't. I want to, but we can't. This isn't some low budget porn flick. We can't assume Zach would be calm and cool with his parents barging out there. And the girls...if we're wrong at all, it'd be so messy." A couple of his own deep lungfuls of air and Cooper nodded. "When you're right, you're right." "I really, really hate being right." Cooper gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "I think it's safe to open the door." Carefully, she cracked, then opened the door. They resumed their positions. "...make up your mind, Marita. What sort of cat do you want? It's only a temporary tattoo." "Hush. My pussy needs respect. You pick, Zach. You're one of my hot little kitty's favourite visitors." 
"'Kitty'? Phooey. This pussy is a panther!" "Ooh, yes. Do that." A long pause. "Oh, my. Breath a little heavier while you're painting, baby. It's blowing smack on the right spot." Cooper leaned over and nuzzled through Lora's hair and on to the nape of her neck. She inhaled sharply and her eyes closed as the tongue tickled the tiny hairs. Her husband's hand went wide across her flat belly, massaging. "One panther, deluxe." "Oh, I can't see her over these stupid boobs. That bathroom mirror isn't low enough either. I know he's good, but how good?" "Honey, I think you need a few photos so you can that done as a real tattoo. Let me get my phone." "Good enough for me. Zach, sweetie, I can hardly wait until I have time to thank you properly for this." 
"Well...I'm giving you a group rate, so it seems only right that you pay as a group." "You are a naughty boy. Are all artists like you?" Zach's gasping moan travelled the length of the apartment. "Are all artists hung like you?" "I'd tell you two to 'get a room', but you'd just disappear down the hall at the speed of sound. We have to keep on the move here. What's it going to be, Astrid?" Lora felt sweat beginning to collect on her face and her breathing came deep and ragged. She dry humped harder back into Cooper's crotch as his hand pushed against her belly to bring her in. "You two nymphos are a very wicked influence on innocent girls like me. But, since Zach has his Artistic License and all, I guess it isn't truly stripping in front of a complete stranger, is it? Professional, as you said." "What's your tattoo choice, Astrid?" Zach's voice had a throaty quaver despite his claim to professionalism. Another long dress zipper sound underscored the chatter. "I've always fancied that man pushing a lawn mower across pubic hair as a laugh. But all I have to work with is this land strip. See?" "Umm...uh...how about we shorten it a bit with a razor, shaving at a sharp angle. Then a little man with a pair of hedge clippers." "Brilliant!" "I'll go get my razor." In a sexual daze, Lora and Cooper floundered back again to avoid being caught. They didn't move nearly as gracefully as the previous time and the door closed with a jerky click. Leaning against the wall, they waited with panting breath they couldn't quiet. They waited a long count of twenty. Zach didn't test the door. Once more Lora opened the doorway to voyeur...her overheated brain paused. "Voyeur" definitely meant to watch. With eyeballs. What was the listening version? "Auditeur"? "Marita, may I inquire why you're still prancing about in your nude glory?" "Only so poor Astrid doesn't feel self-conscious. And to make sure my tattoo dried completely." 
Cindy chuckled. "It's way too wet down there for five minutes in the open air to dry." "Oh, you are so right. I think I'll leave my panties here so both my kitties will have more than five minutes. That's all right, isn't it Zach? If I leave my panties here and come collect them later?" A zipper sound ascended the scale. Zach made some squeaky sound of agreement. Cooper growled in Lora's ear. Lora made much the same noise as Zach as her husband began to unbutton her blouse. He opened it enough to palm and caress her bare skin, slipping under the cups of her bra and tweaking her electric nipples. She pushed the door shut, uncaring if it latched quietly or not. 
Lora couldn't take her lips off Cooper as they fumbled back to the couch. She couldn't stop pawing at his arms, chest and anywhere she could reach. For all their experience, the mystery of buttons and zippers seemed beyond solving. He fell with a muffled thump on the couch and Lora swung a lithe leg to straddle his lap. She gripped his face in both hands and pressed her lips to hers, mouths opening wide, wet tongues dueling. Lifting the sofa, with Cooper on it, wouldn't match the effort Lora had in pulling back from her roaring passion. She kept her hands on Cooper's head, holding him from following with his sexy kisses. Her breath came in savage gulps. She locked eyes with him to make sure she had his attention. "Stop. We...we...can't. If there's any...chance Zach isn't...doesn't..." A slender conservative beige vein of Conventional Mother still ran through her body and soul. "...so humiliating...bad..." Cooper snorted a chuckle and shook his head. He brought his big hands up and cupped her head in return, the big palms warm on her cheeks, his thumbs wiping tears she hadn't noticed. "Woman...with all the little clues we've picked up on...with all that that mind-blowing, white hot tease talk we just overheard..." He brought her face down to his lips again and ravaged her mouth. He pulled back one second "...just shut up and fucking fuck me." Two buttons kept Lora's blouse in place. One she managed to undo and the other spun off to the other side of the room when she lost patience. The blouse sailed away after it. Cooper pulled her bra over her head. Her nipples sparked with the intensity of rubbing on his rough sweater. She writhed her torso against his chest, loving the pleasure-pain-pleasure, dropping her mouth to chew on her husband's neck. A quiet knock on the social room door nearly went unnoticed. Zach's voice came from the hallway, strained and forced. "Mom? Dad? I know you heard some, maybe all, certainly enough of the shenanigans in my studio. I'm going to have to come clean about my life since I moved here and hope you'll still talk to me after I'm done. Hello?" Some change in air pressure tickled Lora's naked, glowing wet back, telling her the door had been opened wide. Zach made a puppy-like squeak noise. Lora came over shy, the Conventional Mother burying her face into Cooper's shoulder. She whispered "I can't look at him. Explain it, please?" Cooper's deeper voice thrummed in his chest and vibrated her nipples. She scrunched her eyes shut and counted her thumping heartbeats. "Son, there seem to be a lot of secrets bouncing around this apartment. You have yours and we have ours. What is exciting and hilarious is that the secrets look to be damn near identical. Everyone in this room has a true gourmet hunger for sex." "Uhh...um...wow. What do we do..." Zach trailed off. Lora hissed between her teeth at the hesitation in his voice. Just nerves? Just confused? Or was it revulsion? Cooper jumped into Zach's uncertainty. "The biggest, guiltiest secret we carried until today was letting ourselves go and fucking our daughter three weeks ago. We now have a solid guess that you beat us to that sweet sex maniac by about a month. If we're wrong, I ask that you slip out, close the door and let me have a hot quickie with your mother. If we're right, gawdamn get your clothes off and get over here! Your mother needs you!" "Mother. Father." Iron certainty had returned to Zach's voice. "There is no way I am going to join in a threesome with my parents on that couch." 
Lora snapped her head up. She looked at Cooper's fearful expression and felt tears well up. "We're fucking on my bed. Why would we try to squeeze around on a couch? Jeez, parents are weird..." His voice trailed off as he walked away. Lora twisted around in Cooper's lap in time to see Zach's shirt sail back through the open doorway. "You little brat!" Lora sobbed and laughed as she leapt up and scampered after her son. "Teasing your mother like that! My heart can't take..." Zach stood ready for her charge. She leapt into his arms and he held her tight, bare chest to bare chest. One arm looped under her ass for support and one across her back to crush her close. Without hesitation, Lora erased any remaining trace of "conventional mother" away and mashed her lips to her son's, undulating her hot swollen tits against his firm young pecs. The kiss went on and on and neither seemed ready to stop the soft and savage pressing of lips and thrashing tongues. Stumbling back, Zach sat on the bed. The jerk and bounce broke the passionate lip bruising. Panting for breath, Lora stared into Zach's hazel eyes, reading a volcanic lust as hot as her own. Zach fell back on the mattress, gripping her denim-covered ass with both hands. He pulled and she shifted up so he could latch on to her fat, excited nipples. 
"GAAHH!" Her excited nipples became so sensitive. For it to be her baby boy sucking on them like he did so long ago made her clutch her arms around his curl-covered head and keep him in place. Lora could feel her cunt flooding with steaming moisture. Through the fire of desire, Lora felt hands pulling and fussing with her legs. She roused enough to realize it had to be Cooper, tugging to remove her pants. Twisting and straightening her legs allowed him pull the tight jeans straight off. A much simpler yank had her panties whiffing off. Lora lay fully nude on her son's big body, his pants scratching her pubes and thighs. She rolled off to the left to hit the cool satin sheet. Cooper stood there, naked, trim and lightly hairy, cock horn hard, sniffing her panties. He tossed them aside and leaned forward to work the fasteners on Zach's pants. That done, Coooper grasped the cuffs. Their son humped his hips up and bumped his legs and the pants were gone. "No underwear? Didn't I ever teach you anything? What if you were in an accident? Nobody would know to return this fat, lovely penis to me." Lora reached and wrapped her slender fingers with the newly done nails around her own son's cock. It pulsed in her hand, hard and ready. She stroked it slightly and lightly. Zach's head fell back and his moan made her shiver with pride and her cunt flow a little more. Cooper stretched out behind Lora, snaking his sausage between her thighs so it sawed across her taint, big plum head dipping in that hot vaginal sauce. He reached easily over her petite, slim body, caressing and pressing. Lora tightened her grip on Zach's cock and tugged with a bit more authority. Her boy's moan stuttered and he gasped. He rolled his head to smile. "That feels great." "Even if it is your mommy giving the handjob?" 
"Especially since it's my mommy giving the handjob!" Lora eased back again. "Tell us how you became a raging stud slut, son?" "It's...kinda hard to concentrate on story telling..." 
"Well, perhaps I'll stop so you can think clearly..." "NO! No. I'll manage." Zach's hips gyrated and lifted slightly in reflex to the pumping action. "I had had only enough sex to have actual practical experience on my resume. Jacking off and porn and a hot imagination had to be enough until I came to this building in my hunt for an apartment. I was full of new confidence with my physical shape-up, full of juice starting a new chapter in my life and this nice little apartment building is full of gawdamn nymphos and satyrs. Saying I came three times that afternoon doesn't even cover the sexual thrills that hit me." "Was that lovely Ms. Morgan part of those thrills? Anyone that hot has to be a mature slut." "I really shouldn't name names. It's..." 
Lora slid down to replace her fingers with her mouth. She whipped her tongue tip around the plum helmet, dipping under the foreskin, loving that musky male taste. "OH, fuck yes!! Yes, Morgan was one of them." Lora clamped her lips around the thick rigid shaft and slid down on a tight piston of saliva until her nose bumped into her son's balls. She had perfected deep throating years ago. Cooper's hand wandered her flesh at will, tweaking stiff nipples, massaging her hot little boobs and sliding down tickle the outer lips of her pussy. All the while keeping a steady sawing motion with his cock. "So, son, you like a mature woman. Good, good. Oh, the images I'm having of Morgan and your mother in this bed together. Fuck..." Zach's throat sounded tight and his breath came quickly. "That's...the start of my introduction into this fun. What....oh gawd...what about you guys?" His father's voice didn't sound too even either, but then, Lora's blood roared in her ears as she devoured the young cock. "Well, you know we were barely more than kids ourselves when you came into the world. We loved each other and we loved you from day one, but you were an unplanned little miracle. When you consider the fact we fucked any time and any where we could manage, it's amazing the odds didn't catch up with us sooner." Lora felt Cooper move and the mattress bounce and suddenly that cock she'd known since high school slid its magic way straight up her cunt. Lora hummed at the intense reaction rocketing up from her groin. He still did it to her after all this time. "So, as teen newlyweds, money was tight. Your young mother wasn't the artist she is today, but she ran with that crowd. Someone offered her money to be a nude life model. When they got an eyeful of her jaw-dropping naked beauty, the offers kept coming from all over the college and with private studios. Artists may state out loud that they want to paint every type of human shape, but smoking hot babes will never lack for modeling work." Zach's hips had begun to jerk a bit faster and the muscles in his stomach vibrated under Lora's palm. She slid up slowly and so his angry red cock fall from her mouth, letting the rocket's fuse slow down and cool off. She turned her head to give a sloppy side kiss to Cooper, and reached to push at his hip. She rose carefully to keep her husband's cock in her juicy cunt, up on to her hands and knees , her belly above Zach's face. Cooper followed with a bit of floundering, but achieved that one knee stance behind his bitch. His big hands gripped her slim hips and he began to doggy fuck her slow and deep. Her pussy made lewd squelching noises and the dark perfume of her juices filled the air. Zach came up on his elbows. He extended his tongue and flicked at her tits. "That sounds pretty tame to me. Nude modeling." Lora had a turn trying to speak while being expertly plowed from the rear while her nipples were teased and flicked. "As...you told those young ladies...most artists, most of the time, treat the nude models...with total professionalism. Well, your dad was often exhausted after working construction all day, so we weren't getting as much fucking in as I wanted. Then, posing nude in front of strangers...OH...really fired me up. So, one horny artist got lucky. Then another. Then a small class of four. A quiet word went around that a particular model went beyond posing. I never actually asked for more money, but I almost always got a little something...ooh..EXTRA. Oh babe, you fuck so good." Lora savoured the feelings a moment. "I felt horribly guilty cheating on my new husband. Then I had an idea. I convinced my slab of beefcake to come modeling with me. Male models are always in demand. He was more of an exhibitionist than he was shy and he agreed. And then we became the couple who went beyond simple posing." Zach slithered around until his body lined up with his mother's. She looked down at his waving baton of meat. Then she felt his tongue lapping at her cunt while Cooper fucked her. "Oh, yes, son! Oh, you know how to use that thing. Yes, yes, yes." It only took seconds of Zach's dextrous tongue licking her in all the right places to trigger an explosion. Lora's hands clawed at the sheets. Her back muscles went rigid and her eyes went wide, staring at her son's cock without really seeing it. Her cunt clenched and held Cooper's penis as her orgasm crashed through her. Then she went as limp as overcooked spaghetti and fell forward to flop on the bed. She closed her eyes for a blissful moment. Lora came back into focus to the sounds of happy mumblings and groans behind her. She rolled over and around and sat up. "Oh, my." Lora leered in happy surprise to see Zach and Cooper wrapped in an energetic 69. Father sucked his son's hard rod with wet slurps and smacks. Son tongued and sucked his father's hard cock with an intensity that hollowed his cheeks. Even with such a recent orgasm, this bisexual enthusiasm between her two big men sent firecrackers popping in her cunt. She reached down and palmed her pussy, never blinking, watching every lick, listening to every groan. "Oh, I know I'm being greedy, but I need to fuck Zach. Please?" Cooper came off his son's penis with a loud pop of suction and grinned at his wife. He managed to keep his cock in Zach's mouth, though the angle wasn't perfect. "Do it baby, do it. Make him a mother fucker." The perverse lust of it made Lora's voice husky wild. She bounced to straddle Zach, his cock flailing just below the dripping lips of her pussy. "Do you want that, baby? Do you want to be a true mother fucker? Do you want to fuck mommy?" Zach didn't release Cooper's cock, but made a happy hum of urgent assent. 
Lora grabbed the cock of her first born in one hand, and by more luck than good aim, dropped perfectly on to the thick shaft, grounding down to the base in one stroke. Zach and Lora both sang out together in tuneless passion. Zach's cock felt so much like his father's, but subtly different. Wonderfully familiar, but new. Lora swivelled her hips and ground her loins to his, soaking his wiry hair, hissing as the thick slab touched every nerve inside her molten vagina. "Watch it babe. Your son nearly bit my dick off because of your moves." Lora began to fuck her son. She lifted up and down, her legs taut and flexing. Her knees couldn't do this like they once could, but the depraved power filling her would give her orgasm before her legs would begin to fail her. She thought sex with her daughter had been white hot perversion, but this went to a new lecherous place deep inside. She jackhammered on Zach's cock, clawing after the atomic orgasm waiting for her. Long moans and savage grunts and keen whimpers filled the bedroom. Sweat droplets flew. Lora's nostrils went wide and inhaled the animal reek of sex. 
Then Cooper bellowed, his big leg muscles clenching and jerking as he came. He slipped from the awkward pose he had held. His big dick popped free, whipping white strings of cum over his son's face, neck and mouth. The hot cum splashing his skin seemed to trigger Zach and his hips bucked up hard into Lora, filling his mother's cunt with spurting fluid. "OH, fuck me, mom, fuck!" 
Seeing her men reach heaven did the trick for Lora, she dropped down on her son's cock like a bomb convulsed through an orgasm that shook her entire body, curling her toes and gritting her teeth. And then she slipped into darkness. \-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Sitting around the kitchen table in borrowed sweat pants and t-shirts, the McAllister family laughed and ate pizza and washed it down with cold beer. "Remember when you were about ten? Once a month, we'd send you and Harry and Val over to the Palliser house so their teenagers would babysit you. And the Pallisers would come over to play Bridge? Well, we never once cracked open a deck of cards. That's when your father learned to enjoy cock." "My official housewarming party was an orgy with ten invited guests. It went to twelve with a pair of party crashers...two cops responding to a noise and lewdness complaint. I only managed to have sex with the female officer." "It's been slow for some years. We went purposefully looking for a swinging snowbird condo community and boy-howdy, did we find one. It's such a first class operation, even without the sex lifestyle. The people are all great. We played it cool and proper when Val visited. We waved goodbye and then invited some folks over to make up for the lost week. Val had forgotten her wallet, used the gate code and walked in on a mini-orgy. Our neighbours made themselves scarce so we could talk things out. We didn't end up talking much. Now I know why the little scritch kept smirking and giggling at our guilt. She was way ahead of us." "I can't really explain the chain of events now. You'll have to trust me that it all made sense at the time for Val and me to be standing naked in my studio, drooling at each other's body. I swear it was not planned. Then Harry opened the door with the key I had lent him and walked in on us. The bubble popped and we fucked the day, and the rest of the visit, away." 
"Harry?! All my children are incestuous perverts? We're the late bloomers??" "Let's call Harry and get him over here!" "Y'know, Dad, I think my brother deserves the sweet spotlight attention I enjoyed. And, don't forget that Val will kill us if she misses the first family orgy." Lora smiled. "Then expect us to be here for a visit, oh, about two and half hours after she finishes her move."

Title: My Dragoness by BuckyWhitetail Tags: Cuddling, Deer, Dragoness, Light Bondage, Love, M/F, Magic, Plushophilia, Transformation Ok...This is my first story...I dunno what's wrong with it, I think it sounds really good...I hope it gets out to yah all. Enjoy My Dragoness By Robert "Bucky" Losiniecki Bucky, a 28 year old white-tailed buck. His fur a soft light-brown from head to toe, except for his white front from just under his muzzle down his chest going to his groin in-between his legs and up the underside of his tail, up his back where still the spot signifying his as a fawn, which made him look a lot younger than he was. His hair was a little unkempt and the same soft brown and his fur, around his head was lovely crown of solid gold antlers with 8 point tines four on each branch. His hands and feet where like any normal anthro except they where tipped with hooves or at least a close resemblance. As Bucky lay in his bed he yawned and rolled to the night stand and picked up his eyeglasses and put them on. Rolling back over he looked down at his at his plushie, a 3 foot long purple dragon with yellow wings and orange triangular spikes and a heart-shaped tail-spade. "Well Peppy," (short for Peppermint) he spoke to her, "I'm gonna head out for a little while, ok?". Peppy just stared on with unblinking cloth eyes, lying there upon the bed. "I love you."and with that said he kissed her softly, "My lovely dragoness." He murred into her ear and got up from the bed trailing the blanket behind him and stood fur-nude for a few seconds stretching and picked out some clothing and a towel and went off to take a shower. Bucky was a plushifiler and was proud of it and in his mind Peppy was a perfect dominate female, she let him yiff her as much as he pleased. Although as of late he was wishing that she was so much more as it be. Finishing his shower Bucky toweled off and got dressed. Walking out of the bathroom he peeked into his bedroom and smiled at Peppy, who he had positioned to face the door way, and looked around his room at all the other plushies taking up all the available room with-in, with a soft, "Love you guys." he shut the door. Bucky shared an apartment with a few other males he considered mates. Basti a skunk-fox hybrid and Kit a young wolf with a black ear, they both where baby-furs, but only in private. Bucky stopped at their door and peeked in, they both lay in the bed snuggling each other and the buck had to smile as he shut the door and headed for the door that lead outside the apartment complex. He got to the lobby and exited the building and took a look up and down the street, cars and other vehicles made there way around town as so did many different species of furrs went about their daily business. Down the street a ways a construction crew was rebuilding an area that had been damaged by a macro. With a "Hrrumph," He shook his head and Bucky went on his way walking along carrying his "art pack" as he called, it a green bag holding all his tablets and other art supplies, his plan was to go to a nearby coffee house and do some drawing, maybe meet some of the friends he made in his new city home, but today..today would be different. Bucky entered the shop district and watched the signs as he walked along. He kept on his way until he noticed a unusual sign over head which caught his eye, "Dragon Dens Magic Store," the deer read out loud, now Bucky never though much about magic it had several good used many more bad ones or at least the ones the made front page news. But the dragon shaped sign and window painting where more than enough to perk his subtle deer curiosity, so he made his way inside. The door opened with a "ding" from a bell overhead. Throughout the store Bucky could smell incense burning, he wrinkled his nose at the smell and took a look around the shop, everywhere was piled with magic items all staked into piles all rather organized upon shelves. The deer rolled his eyes and hitched up his bag and made a turn to leave with a mutter of, "Good Gravy." that is till he heard a soft voice call out to him, "May I help you?". Bucky turned to say, "No I was about to leave." but he never uttered a word of it for his mouth fell agape as he stared in awe at the young girl at the counter. She was tall and slim and well muscled and atop of all that she was a dragon, her scales where a shiny soft green her under belly and wings where purple she had long shiny black hair her ears where pierced with gold rings and wrapped around her breasts and waist was a sheer white cloth which showed her nipples on her rather large chest and showed all of her curves rather well. The buck just stood there marveling this young dragoness his maw agape. She giggled and spun slowly around her long tail snaking behind her as she spoke, "Hi, I'm Emerald, this is my magic shop may I help you?" She stopped in front of the young deer and took his hand in her paw, she gasped as she did so, "I know what you need!" she exclaimed and bounced off into the back leaving our poor buck standing in the middle of the store. Bucky stood there his tail erect and to scared to move as he watched this lovely dragoness bounce, "What could she have for me?" he wondered to himself , but suddenly she appeared at the counter in a puff of smoke which caused Bucky to cough a little, "Come here," she spoke to him. Bucky nodded and walked over to the counter and leaned on it and finally spoke, "Sorry..I'm Bucky..." he managed to stammer out. Emerald held out her paw with a smile, "Take this" she said, "It will make all your dreams come true, just rub it into her body when you get home." Bucky held out his hand and Emerald placed a small purple bottle with a cork stopper in his palm. Bucky looked up to the dragon with a bit of confusion, she just winked her crystal blue eyes at him. "Thank you?..how much?" he asked. "For you my deer, it's free." she replied and gave him a kiss causing him to blush. With a giggle Emerald led him out the door and patted him on his tail, "Now remember, you must rub it into her!" she called out to him. With a nod Bucky made his way back to the apartment. As he climbed the stairs he though out loud to himself, "I have to rub this into Peppy!?!," as he turned the bottle around in his fingers. As the deer entered the apartment he could hear the game system going which means that Basti and Kit where up and about. As Bucky walked past the front room they called out to him, "Hi Bucky!" "Hi guys, I'll be in my room playing with Peppy, ok?" was the deers reply to them. "Ok!" was Kit's reply as Basti called out, "PERVY!!" but by then the deer was safely in his room. He sat on the bed next to Peppy after dropping his "art pack" on the floor. "Daddy has a present for you." he chuckled and took out the bottle and uncorked and sniffed it, "Peppermint!?!" he exclaimed and then shrugged, "At least you'll smell good, huh?" as he rubbed the oil into his dragons soft cloth body after which he got up and washed his hands. Bucky reentered his room and began to undress with his back to Peppy. He strapped on his dog collar, for when he wanted to be really submissive for his dragoness, and just as he was about to turn back around to face her a soft hand came up and hitched up his leash to the collar. With his tail erect he spun around, "What the..." he had began to say but never got to finish for his mouth fell open once again as he beheld the stunning creature upon his bed. She was at least 7 feet tall but it was hard to tell since she had her legs tucked under her, she was covered with a soft purple hide from head to toe, her teardrop shaped ears pivoted around atop her head. As he looked down her large firm flexible slightly muscled body he stopped a moment to admire the DD breasts with bright pink nipples. He kept looking down her body her legs parted showing of the slit of pink of her cunt. As her tail snaked behind her twitching slightly upon the bed, from the tip of her tail spade to the nape of her neck where orange triangular spikes. With a grin which shows off her ivory fangs she flexes her huge yellow wings, "Dose mommy's little deer want to play?" she said in a voice that was deep and sweet. Bucky felt the strength leave his legs and he sunk to the floor, he put his hands on the bed he looked up into Peppy's now blinking green eyes and nodded , "Yes mommy." he whimpered and began to tear a little, "Now, Now, don't cry my pet." she gently pulled his snout into her thighs and he could smell her feminine cumm and the sent of peppermint, the buck murred and licked at her sex causing her to coo softly. Peppy pulled on his leash gently leading him up into the bed and had him lay upon his back and proceeded to wrap the leash around his wrists as she stratteled upon his chest and began to cup and rub his balls with her tail-spade causing him to become erect his cock pushing free of his sheath. Peppy murred as she felt her buck's cock push up into her scales and firmer plushness. Standing up slightly she began to lower herself upon Bucky's cock This caused him to wail out slightly as Peppy's warm cunt wrapped around his deer meat. Bucky pushed up into her as she hilted him and began to pump his cock, flexing her strong leg muscles she lowered and raised herself on his cock, "Oh!! YES!! Mommy!!" he called out, "That's it my pet, let mommy do all the work," she purred and began to rub his pecks. The deer murred and squirmed pulling slightly on his tie downs as Peppy milked his cock faster and harder. Bucky panted and whimpered arching up into Peppy every time she came down on his cock. She pumped him harder and harder until her buck arched and pushed up hard into her as Peppy pushed down and flexing her wings out fully and bighting her lip causing her to push a little flame out her nostrils as the two of them climaxed in unison. Peppy panted and smiled down at Bucky who was panting as well, with a puddle of their juices mixing between them, the dragoness undid the bucks wrists and brought his hands around her as she layed down next to him, keeping his cock inside her as it slowly deflated, she smiled at him. With a tear in Bucky's brown eyes as they met Peppy's sparkling green eyes, "Say it, please?" as he nuzzled into her, with a nod she whispered into his ear, "I love you Bucky" and with that they both feel asleep, murring. Basti and Kit stood in the doorway with their mouth hanging open in astonishment, Peppy looked up at them and with a wink she shooed then away with a wave of her paw and the two males both nodded and went into their own room to have a bit of fun of their own. And as for the rest that's a story for another time. THE END

Title: Matt & Lisa at School Ch. 03 Tags: sister, china doll *(If you haven't already, please read **Matt and Lisa at School – Part 1 and Part 2**. This will make much more sense if you do. There is also more detailed family background in **A Family New Year's Eve.**)* Matt was living the high life; there was no question about it. Not only was he one of the few freshmen allowed to live in an apartment off campus, he had a car and a good parking permit as well. The tall, slim handsome young man grinned that same 'idiot grin' that crossed his face every time he thought about his current situation. He was majoring in the same field as his brilliant sister, Lisa, now his roommate, and his other roommate, the equally brilliant Margie Yuen. Both girls were seniors and headed towards graduating with honors. While Matt was every bit as bright as the two girls, he didn't have the same focus and drive they did. And it certainly didn't bother any of them that he used their well-annotated text books and class notes for the same core courses they had taken three years before. Of course, he knew that wasn't the best thing about them – not by a long shot. His pulse started to quicken a little as he thought first about his older sister. They had grown up, two and a half years apart, as best friends. And they stayed best friends until the winter holiday break of Matt's senior year in high school. Lisa had come home to celebrate Christmas and New Year's Eve with her family. What a celebration that turned out to be! The whole family discovered lots of interesting things about each other that fateful December thirty-first. Questions were asked and answered; truths were bared, along with everyone's bodies, and relationships were changed that night forever. Matt's cock started to swell in his jeans as he remembered it all. During the course of the long evening, between midnight and noon the next day, Matt turned his mother's attempted seduction around, possessing her in all ways. He reached a new level of understanding with his father, feeling an abounding love for the man whose deepest pleasure was to teach his son and daughter all he could of the practical and the arcane, the intellectual and the sensual. And then there was Lisa – the love of his life. That night changed them forever, brought them closer than they could ever have imagined. Best friend status was tossed aside as brother and sister became incestuously bound, both physically and emotionally. Matt started to sweat, remembering that first time...in the living room with his mother and father at hand, looking on...the exquisite feeling he had as he sank his ten-inch cock into the finest pussy he'd ever had...the exclamations of love between brother and sister bringing joy to the whole family. Then his mind shifted to his newest heart-throb, causing Matt to shift his swollen prick around in his pants. Lisa's roommate, Margie *Mai Ling* Yuen, was an absolute mirror image of his sister, aside from the obvious racial differences. Her long, black hair hung straight down over her shoulders and her eyes...fuck...those almond-shaped slits held the darkest, deepest eyes he'd ever seen. And before Lisa shaved Margie's pussy the first night Matt moved in, her silky, black pubic hair barely covered her plump mound. But their bodies were nearly identical – both could have been cheerleaders if they'd wanted to. They both stood about five feet two inches tall with athletic 34-24-35 inch figures. And their faces...God...they could be the two cutest coeds on campus – or they could look like the two dirtiest sluts he'd ever seen. They were fantastic! And the three of them were totally in love with each other...fuck, it was sweet. He was sitting at the desk in his room, in front of his computer. As usual, multiple chat windows were open, most of his friends were on-line, as he thought about plans for the weekend. His best friend (and roommate before their dorm was closed), Winston, was telling him about a new pool parlor in town. The idea appealed to Matt and he asked Winston what he knew about it. Winston told him that their friend Paulie went down there the other night. He got in the door and looked around...real classy, he said...great sound system and lots of tables. Matt: Sounds great...let's go 2nite. U n Paulie meet me n my roomies there @ 8. Winston: W8T a minute. P got hassled. Fuckin nerd, went in jeans n t-shirt. Tried to say he is gr8t shooter (he is) but small posse of big bald brothuhs in tuxes escorted him OTD. Told him not to come back – very rude! Matt: Gonna talk to roomies – got an idea – call you later. Bye. Matt swiveled his chair away from the desk, got up and found a joint in his ashtray. That brought another grin. Teaching Margie to roll the way he liked them was a stroke of genius! He lit it and took a deep hit, idly wondering where the girls might be. He sat back down and thought about how they might have a little adventure and help his friends out at the same time. As he smoked the joint, his little scenario took shape, the details sorting themselves out in his mind. By the time he'd finished the perfectly rolled joint, his plan was set. He called Winston on his cell. "Hey, Matt. What's your idea?" Winston drawled in his deep southern twang "Well," Matt replied, "I thought I would take Lisa and Margie down there...you know... meet the boys – maybe come to some kind of *arrangement*." "What kind of arrangement you talking about?" Winston sounded confused. Matt figured his friend was stoned, too. "You high already, dope fiend?" Matt chuckled as he asked his friend. Winston just chuckled back. "Thought so. Anyway, I think I can get them to agree to a couple of things...including letting Paulie and his nerd friends play there." He could picture Winston as they spoke. His friend was a tall, lanky southerner with thinning blond hair, whose pronounced drawl and dark, sleepy eyes belied an intellect of genius level. He also possessed a tremendous sense of humor – they kept each other amused at all times. Paulie, on the other hand...well, he was smart, that's for sure. But his body still hadn't really matured; neither had his social skills. But he was as naturally funny as anyone Matt knew. "And how you gonna do that, chief?" Winston sounded amused. "I ain't gonna do nothing, dude. That's what the girls are for." Matt let Winston think about that for a minute. "Well, is your little dick hard yet? Thinking about Margie and my sister with the *posse*?" "Dude, I think about Margie and Lisa all the time. And you know what that does to Winton, Jr." He paused and then continued with a little stoned trepidation in his voice. "Matt, do you think your sister would like it if I shaved my dick?" Matt started laughing at his friend's suggestion. "No, really, dude..." he sounded a little frantic, "someone told me it makes you look bigger...and chicks like it 'cuz, you know, no hair when they blow ya." Matt was nearing hysteria as he listened to Winston. "Well, what do you think?" Tears were rolling down Matt's cheeks as he tried to respond. "Go ahead, dude...I'm sure she'll appreciate your consideration." As he got himself back together a little, he said, "Okay, you and Paulie meet me and the girls at the pool hall at nine o'clock. Tell them at the door that you are friends of mine...don't worry; they'll know me by then. And for God's sake, make sure Paulie wears something nice, okay?" Winston confirmed and they ended the call. As Matt flipped his phone closed, he heard his roommates come in the front door. They were giggling and whispering as they made their way downstairs and into Matt's room. They were both dressed alike in tight jeans and halter tops and carrying shopping bags in their hands. The bags hit the floor as they moved in tandem to the front of Matt's chair. As always, Matt was struck by the pure sex appeal they both radiated. And as always, their presence caused blood to start pooling in his groin, feeding his swelling fuck-meat. Lisa stood just behind Margie, both of them facing their *Master*. He hadn't said a word, but Lisa caught his quick eye movement towards Margie's top. From behind, she brought her hands up slowly over her girlfriend's flat stomach, sliding her fingers under the halter until she had Margie's perfect tits in her hands. She kissed the Asian beauty on the neck as she rolled Margie's hardening nipples between her fingers. Then she pulled her hands out and grabbed the hem of the halter top, lifting it slowly up and over her head, revealing Margie's perky, cheerleader breasts and her fat nipples to Matt's hungry gaze. Then Lisa dropped to her knees, still behind Margie. She reached around the tight little ass that she knew so well and unsnapped her lover's low-cut jeans, pulling them apart until Matt saw the small white triangle covering her smooth mound. She let one of her hands slide under Margie's panties and cup her hot, moist pussy. As she slid her finger between the wet, puffy lips, she looked up at her brother. "It's Friday, Matt. No reason to get up in the morning." Margie started moaning softly as Lisa's fingertip found her clit and started to make gentle circles around it. "Got anything planned yet?" Lisa gave her younger brother a devastating smile. "Or would you like some suggestions?" Lisa moved her hands to Margie's hips and grabbed the jeans and her little white lace thong. Slowly and deliberately, she skinned them down her China Doll's firm, taut thighs and shapely calves until Margie lifted her feet and stepped out of them. Lisa moved in front of the other girl and pinched the dark, thick nipples that crowned Margie's *Perfect 10* tits. Then she put her hands on Margie's shoulders and pushed down softly. The little black-haired coed dropped to her knees, assuming the submissive pose that turned all of them on so fiercely. "What kind of suggestions you got, Lis'?" Matt's voice was unnaturally calm as he slipped into his *Alpha Male* persona at Margie's display. Lisa was slowly pulling her top up, teasing her brother with the bottom curves of her ripe, young breasts. No matter how many times she had been scantily clad or even naked in front of her brother, it never failed to cause nipple-stiffening, cunt moistening tremors through her entire body. She gasped as she felt the soft halter top catch on her swollen buds and then spring free as she pulled it over her head. "Your sluts went shopping this afternoon, Master." She spoke softly, her voice a husky whisper as her delicate fingers found the snap on her jeans and then the tiny zipper. She looked at Matt, staring at her breasts as they moved seductively on her chest. She pushed her jeans and panties down her tanned legs until she could step out of them. "We each got a new outfit, Matty...want us to model them for you?" Lisa was remembering what happened in the tiny dressing room at the shop. Her nipples were thickening as she recalled the taste of Margie's sweet cunt. Matt returned Lisa's lusty look with a grin. "Sounds great, sis. You guys change and then I'll tell you what's on for tonight." The girls giggled as Lisa helped Margie to her feet. They grabbed the shopping bags they'd brought in earlier and went into Lisa's room to change. Margie looked back over her shoulder and grinned at Matt as she shook her gorgeous little butt. In a silly sing-song Chinese accent, she said, "You will truly like them, Master...they hotter than Chinese firecrackers!" Then she shut Lisa's door as she went into the room. Lisa was waiting for her with open arms. Margie was hot and flushed as she moved into Lisa's embrace. "God," she said as Lisa bent her head to kiss her lover's stiff nipples, "your brother gets better looking every day." She felt Lisa moan in agreement, the vibrations moving from her engorged nipple to the depths of her cunt. "But then," she Asian coed continued, "so do you, lover." She raised Lisa's face to hers and kissed her hard. They both moaned as their tongues dueled and their lips crushed each others. Margie finally broke their embrace. "C'mon, *babygirl*," she gently pushed Lisa back, "our *Master* is waiting for us." Lisa knew her brother very well. She noticed that lately, he'd often had a Jet Li movie, *Romeo Must Die*, playing in the background on his computer. And she also was aware of his cock growing during an early scene in the movie. Two beautiful, young Asian women, dressed in tight little mini-dresses start dirty-dancing together at a club and as they kiss, one girl pulls the other's dress down over her breast and starts kissing her nipple. Earlier in the week, she passed a new boutique that had a very similar dress in the window. She'd brought Margie back and they found two dresses, tight, slinky and sparking, that were reminiscent of the outfits from the movie. A red dress looked perfect on Lisa and a similar one, colored electric blue, was pure *Mai Ling*. Then they bought Lisa a wig; long, black hair cut in a classic Chinese style, along with the proper make-up, transformed her instantly into a totally hot, slutty looking oriental woman. What she didn't know was how well her little fantasy for Matt would dove-tail with his plan for that night. As Matt waited for his little sluts to change, he got a cold beer out of his little mini- refrigerator, lit a joint, and stripped off his hot, sweaty clothes in anticipation of a blowjob and a shower. He was leaning back on his study pillow as Lisa's door opened. At first, he thought he was seeing things (he was very high...he loved Fridays after classes were out.) Two Margies? The girls were backlit until they were inside Matt's room. Only then did he see Lisa under the long hair and make-up. And then his cock started to grow. Lisa and Margie slithered into the room with their arms wrapped around each other and their tongues flicking against each other's neck. They walked over to Matt's stereo and put a dance cd in the player. Then they recreated the scene from the movie that Matt knew so well. They moved slowly, rocking together to the strong beat of the music. Their *Master's* eyes were glowing with a burning lust as Margie peeled Lisa's tight dress down over her 34B breast. His long, thick cock started leaking pre-cum as his beautiful *Mai Ling* nibbled her way across his sister's tit, then licking and finally sucking Lisa's hard nipple into her mouth. Then, following the movie, Margie used her hand to slide Lisa's dress back up, her fingers kneading her girlfriend's breast as they moved to the music. After a long french kiss, Lisa backed away and turned the music down. Both girls sat on the bed, one on either side of the highly excited young man. "Well, little brother, what do you think?" Lisa was breathless from her hot dance with Margie. Matt looked back and forth from one to the other. He just couldn't believe how exciting the two of them were together. He was quite stoned, his cock was fully extended, and it was time for the evening to begin. Falling naturally into his *command* voice, he addressed them both. "Very nice, girls...very nice. Beautiful dresses...take them off; you'll be wearing them again in a little while." They stood and peeled off the tight little dresses and sat back down again. Keeping his expression as neutral as he could, he turned to his sister. "*Little brother*?" His voiced dropped as his eyes widened. "Is that the proper way to address me, slut?" Lisa started apologizing, secretly thrilled that Matt caught her *mistake*. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face to his. "Stop apologizing, Lis'." He grinned at her. "Don't worry – you'll pay for that later." He knew she couldn't wait. What a hot little slut – no wonder he loved her so completely. "Love the wig, by the way. But keep it out of the way now." His long arms embraced both his loves. He drew them down to his massive erection. "Both of you...lips and tongues...and I'll tell you about my plan." A moment later, his tool had their complete attention. They used their tongues and lips to wet his shaft and spread his pre-cum over his spongy, dark pink cock head. And then they started sucking him, first one taking two or three strokes into her mouth and then trading with the other. As Matt got into their rhythm, he told them about Winston's call and Paulie's problem. "So," he explained, "we're gonna go down to the pool hall tonight. I think you two will be able to entice the big, bald posse into seeing things our way. And those dresses should only make your jobs easier." It was hard to maintain that particular tone of voice as he was far more interested in the boiling rush he could feel starting in his balls. Margie had his meat in her mouth as he finished telling them about the evening ahead. When he all but said that both she and Lisa would be fucking and sucking a group of strangers, *black strangers* at that, she couldn't control the shock waves that moved through her body. Her trembling reached her mouth, causing her lips to vibrate around Matt's thick stalk. As Lisa massaged his swollen sac, Matt felt his load surging up his cock and exploding into Margie's mouth, bringing her along with him into orgasmic never-never land. Since becoming Matt's slut, at his direction, she had slept with Winston several times (she thought he was pretty cute), Paulie once (she was still a little put off by his lack of social skills and dick-length, but he was very easy to blow and he came so quickly!) and a few of Matt's dorm friends. Except for Winston, the actual sex was okay at best. But that really didn't matter to the black-haired coed – she was pleasing her *Master* by doing his friends. Between the pleasure she received from her submission and the pleasure she and Lisa gave each other (they always partied together), and most of all, the supreme pleasure she received from Matt's cock, she had experienced more climaxes in the last month than she had in her previous twenty years. But now, all she could think about was her upcoming role that night – and it was making her completely crazy. She was aware of Lisa kissing and licking Matt's cum off of her lips and chin. She kissed her lover back hard and shared the sticky load their *Master* had left on her tongue. She knew Lisa had previous experiences with black men, and quite frankly, Margie didn't know how Lisa could do it. Margie had never been close enough to an African-American to know that her parent's old stereotypical attitudes were all wrong. But she had never let herself get put in that position – *until now*! And she was trembling in anticipation. Matt had crawled off his bed, sated for the moment by Margie's wonderful mouth. He turned the hot water on in the shower and stood under the spray, still planning the way he wanted the evening to go. When he saw the girls walk into his room earlier in those dresses, every curve of their bodies highlighted by the shimmering material, he knew they would be irresistible – that was the key to his plan. He washed and rinsed and when he stepped out of the shower, his older sister was there, holding a warm towel to dry him off. It was a small sensual pleasure they both shared. "You know, little *Mai Ling* has never been with a black guy before, Matty?" Lisa spoke softly as she toweled off her brother's long, lanky body. "Didn't know that, Lis'," he replied easily. "She should get a kick outta this, then." Lisa moved the soft towel gently over his cock and around his sac. "Well, I don't think she'll be surprised by the size anymore, baby brother," she giggled as she held his length in her palm, "at least, not after this big boy." Then she grew a little more serious. "But I think she's kinda scared, Matt. She told me her parents are really bigoted, and she thinks they handed down their attitudes to her." Matt started to laugh softly. "That's all, sweetie?" Lisa nodded. "Then there should be nothing to worry about...really. Ask Dad about it sometime – his stories are pretty funny – they're all based on the fact that Asian people thought that black people smelled bad." "What?" Lisa rolled her eyes at Matt's suggestion. "Are you kidding me?" "Nope." Matt was laughing now at Lisa's expression. "That's probably what's bothering her the most." He took the towel out of Lisa's hands to finish drying his hair. "Okay, time for you to get dressed." His voice dropped the humorous tone. "I want you both in those dresses...sheer black thigh-high hose and dressy shoes and lots of make-up" He paused a second, then, "And I want you two in matching thongs – the sheerest, smallest ones you have that match." Matt dropped the towel and kissed his sister, his hands pulling her perfect little figure against him. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "You're gonna have an excellent time tonight, Lis'...go make sure our little China Doll is okay." Lisa walked into her room, gathered what she would need and went upstairs to Margie's room. She found her on her bed, one hand rubbing her breast – teasing her thick, dark nipple; the other was lightly massaging her shaved mound. Margie was moaning softly, almost whimpering as she played with herself. She looked around and saw Lisa standing next to her bed. Lisa smiled at the trembling girl and bent down to kiss her softly on the lips. When she pulled back, Margie looked up and whispered, "We're really gonna do this, aren't we, Lisa?" Her almond-shaped eyes were as wide as they could be. "I mean," she continued her hoarse whispering, "it's one thing with Matt's friends, but...Lisa, this could be four or five really big black guys." Lisa thought Margie was going to start hyperventilating; her breathing was so shallow and rapid. She wanted to calm her girlfriend down – it wouldn't do for Margie to be afraid of what lay ahead. She kissed her again, very tenderly. "There's no reason to be afraid, my love. You know Matt would never put us in any danger, right?" Margie gasped as she heard Lisa trying to ease her fears. "Oh, no, baby...that's not it." She was following the feeling of her fingers in her cunt and on her tits. "You don't know how many times I've gotten myself off thinking about this exact thing!" Margie was bringing herself closer and closer to the crest. "I used to think about getting gang-banged by the basketball team..." Lisa started to laugh, both at Mai Ling's confession and at her own misunderstanding of her girlfriend's true feelings. Margie punched Lisa lightly on the shoulder. "Don't laugh at me...I'm trying to cum, damn it!" Lisa kissed her again and apologized for her mistake. "So tell me...what happens, baby?" Margie, resuming her finger play, brings herself close again. She says, "It's like a dream ...suddenly, we're all in my bedroom at home...they're so big, they take up my whole room." Lisa could see Margie's beautiful, golden skin begin to flush and then glow with her excitement. "They're so dark...big black hands on my pale tits...long black fingers playing with my pussy. My clothes are gone – so are theirs. Fuck, Lisa, their cocks are huge...and so dark...I want them in me so bad." Lisa had just put a finger into Margie's wet pussy when they both heard Matt calling from the living room. "We got places to go, people to see...let's go, ladies." Lisa gave her China Doll a final kiss. "You'll have your chance later, I think, to finally fulfill your fantasy, lover. But right now, we better hurry." She told Margie about Matt's instructions. Lisa held up a tiny, almost transparent white lace thong. "I know you have one of these...is it clean?" Margie found it in her drawer along with the black hose she would wear. They applied their make-up just slightly too heavy...*they might be hookers, but then again, maybe not...*slipped into their new dresses with all the appropriate jewelry, and finally got Lisa's wig adjusted just right. They put on the high heels that Matt wanted and walked down to the living room. Matt was sitting down on the couch, smoking a joint as they came down the stairs. It was all he could do not to choke on the smoke he'd just inhaled. *"Fuck*," he thought, "*they are So Fucking Hot*!" He never could understand it when a gorgeous girl couldn't see her own beauty. Not these two – no way. His princess-sluts knew exactly how good they looked...and they loved it every bit as much as he did. Margie's dress, an electric blue, skin-tight sheath, was tied halter-style around the back of her neck. The front had a generous scoop neckline, displaying her cleavage and the curved inner sides of her naturally perky breasts. Her excited nipples pressed against the thin material, inviting the stares of those around her. The tight bottom just barely covered the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings. Lisa's was of the same type of material, only hers was shiny red. And her dress wasn't a halter. It was sleeveless and strapless, fitting snugly across her breasts, barely an inch above her elongated nipples. The bottom fit snugly around her beautiful little butt just the same way Margie's fit her. With the wig and make-up, it was hard to tell it was Lisa at first glance. The two of them had never looked better – *Fuck, they were sooo hottt!!!* Keeping his voice as normal as he could, Matt asked them about their underwear. They lifted the bottom hems up, revealing the matching transparent white lace thongs. Matt grinned in approval, clapped his hands together and announced it was time to go. Twenty minutes later, Matt and the girls piled out of their taxi in front of the billiard parlor. Lisa and Margie smoothed and straightened Matt's jacket over his lean, muscular six-foot form. He had on a new charcoal-gray Italian suit that fit him perfectly – the jacket unbuttoned over a black, silky t-shirt. He thought he could do a walk-on on *The Sopranos* they way he looked. With an arm around each girl, they walked up to the club. Before they could reached the top step, the black and red lacquer double doors were opened from the inside and they were greeted by the wide-eyed stares of two very tall, very bald, and very dark thirty-something African-American men in perfectly tailored tuxedos. Lisa started to cream as the man on her side raised his eyes slowly from her beautifully displayed tits until he locked them firmly on hers. She smiled warmly at him as she decided he was the most perfect looking man she'd seen (other than her brother, of course) in a long time. On Matt's other side, Margie was experiencing much of the same feelings as her sister-slut. The man smiling down on her was every bit as awesome as the man who was captivating Lisa. Matt was smiling as he watched his sister and *Mai Ling* work their magic on the two bouncers. A moment later, a third, almost identical man greeted Matt with an outstretched hand. In a mellow, deep bass voice he asked how he might be of service. Matt shook his hand and said they thought it might be fun to shoot a little pool...did they have an open table? Maybe one in a back room? The man spoke again. "My name is Maurice, and this" he pointed to the man next to Lisa, "is Henry." Turning towards Margie, he continued, "And this is William. Please let them take you to the bar and buy you a drink, uhm..." Matt smiled pleasantly and spoke in a low, firm voice. "Glad to meet you gentlemen. My name is Matt. This," he drew Lisa closer and kissed her bare shoulder, "is Lisa." As he turned towards Margie, she met him with open lips. When Matt pulled back from her wicked kiss he said, "And this is *Mai Ling*." Maurice smiled and continued. "As I was saying, Matt, please let Henry and William escort you and these two beautiful ladies to the bar and have a drink on me. I'm going to find the manager and we will fix you right up...I believe you would like a private room, correct?" Matt smiled again at Maurice. "That would be perfect," he said and with his arms around his women, they followed the tall, tuxedo-clad men to the main bar. Standing with the bouncers next to the shining, ebony bar, they waited for Maurice to return. Matt sipped an ice-cold draft while Lisa and Margie drank champagne cocktails. They were looking the place over, listening to the music coming from an excellent sound system (loud enough to feel the music, but not too loud to speak in normal voices) when Henry leaned towards Matt and asked, "Both these women...they be with you?" Matt nodded his answer back with a small grin as he drank more beer. William took his shot and asked, "Both? At the same time?" Again Matt nodded and grinned. He was really enjoying the moment, and anticipating even more fun in just a few minutes. Both girls had finished their drinks and put their glasses on the bar. As the bartender poured them each another, Lisa put her hand on Henry's arm. "Can you help me up on the stool, please?" She hit him with a devastating combination of innocent school-girl voice and $1000 hooker expression on her face. "It's just so high, you know." Henry looked at Matt, as if for permission, and Matt nodded to him. He moved very close to Lisa, much closer than he needed to be, and circled her waist with his long fingers. Effortlessly, he lifted her straight up, brushing her protruding nipples against him until they were face-to-face. Lisa kissed him quickly on the corner of his wide mouth and said 'Thank you" as he put her down on the stool. William was staring. It was rude, he knew, but he couldn't help himself. The club hadn't had that many hot women stop by since it opened – certainly none as hot as these two! When he saw Lisa kiss his friend, he started thinking about all kinds of possibilities. He turned quickly to Margie and gestured towards the barstool next to her. She smiled up at the tall, dark man. While she may have looked in control on the outside, she was coming apart on the inside. All three of the men were simply gorgeous...and God, they smelled so good! Whatever were her parents thinking? But before William could lift her sexy little body onto the stool, Maurice returned with a fourth, identically dressed, tall and athletic man. "Matt, ladies...this is Jamal Compton. He is the manager of our little establishment." Jamal moved forward to take Matt's hand, impressed with the dry, firm grip he felt. The young, well-dressed white boy didn't seem nervous or intimidated at all...not the usual reaction he'd seen when he and his staff surrounded anyone. This might be fun, he thought to himself. "Nice to meet you, Matt...ladies. Welcome to our humble club." His wide smile revealed perfect teeth and warm, dark eyes. Matt could sense Lisa's and Margie's interest shift from the bouncers to the manager. "Maurice tells me you are interested in a private room. I think I have what you're looking for." He put his large hand down on the bar. "Please leave your drinks – someone will bring fresh one's to the room. And now if you'll come with me..." Jamal and Maurice walked along side Matt as they guided him through the club's main room and down a hallway with several open doors. Inside a few of them, Matt saw several people shooting pool, drinking and dancing to the pervasive beat of the music. Some of the rooms were vacant, and some had the doors closed. It was in front of one of the closed doors where Jamal stopped and turned. He smiled as he noticed that both of those oh-so-fuckable little cuties each had an arm around their escorts' waists. "I think you will like this room," Jamal said as he opened the door and turned on the lights. The room was divided into two areas. Eyes were drawn first to the classic pool table on the left side of the room. Clean, smooth green felt covered the thick slate bed and the pockets had woven leather baskets to catch the balls. A beautiful Tiffany lamp seemed to illuminate only the table, leaving the high stools and cue racks and the rest of the area to be lit by the reflection off of the dark paneled walls. The right side of the room looked quite comfortable as well. Well-placed indirect lighting highlighted a small bar in front of one wall, and two chairs and a love seat that were grouped around a small cocktail table. Just beyond the small couch, some lights in the ceiling shined down on a small dance floor. A waitress followed the group into the room, carrying a bottle of champagne and an ice bucket. She left them on the bar and then shut the door behind her as she left the room. "Please," Maurice said as he reached for the bottle, "allow me." He opened a small knife and expertly slit the foil around the top of the bottle, popped the cork and poured two fresh glasses for Lisa and Margie. This time, Henry and William lifted the shimmering beauties onto the barstools without being asked. At the same time, Jamal found a frosted mug in a small freezer behind the bar and poured a cold draft for Matt. "Let me show you a few things," he said as he handed Matt the beer. He moved towards the wall behind the bar. "This switch calls for a waitress...she won't come back again until you want her." His had traveled a few feet further across the wall. "And this rotary switch controls the volume of the music coming in." He turned it up slightly and the girls started to sway on their stools to the dance music that filled the room.. Matt glanced at his watch – it was already past eight-thirty and he knew his friends would more likely be early than late. He needed to take care of business quickly. Glancing around the room, noticing all four men watching Lisa and Margie move back and forth, Matt offered to buy them all a drink. Jamal thanked him and took a bottle of scotch from the bar. He topped off four shot glasses and handed three of them out to his posse. When everyone had a glass in hand, Matt said, "I think we should drink to your most excellent club, Jamal. I hope we have a chance to come back again sometime." Ignoring the slightly confused looks from the four tuxedo-clad studs, Matt turned to his sluts. "Nice dance music, huh?" Lisa and Margie put their glasses down on the bar and started to get off of the stools. Large warm hands helped them down and the girls moved under the thin beams of light shining down from above the dance floor. Aside from the music, there was dead silence in the dark private room as Lisa moved into Margie's arms and they started to rock together to the driving beat. Matt touched Jamal lightly on the arm to get his attention. "So, if the door is closed...no one comes in?" he asked. The tall good-looking manager couldn't take his eyes from the scene in front of him. Margie turned Lisa around so they were front-to-back as they danced, facing the men at the bar. As Lisa ground her fine little ass against her girlfriend's front, Margie moved her hands across the front of Lisa's dress until they rested on her curvy hips. Margie was licking Lisa's neck as they moved together. "Uhm...Jamal..." Matt tried again to get the club manager's attention, "you said no one comes in, right?" With his eyes still locked on the dancing girls, Jamal answered softly. "That's right, Matt...actually, the door is always locked from the outside. Only staff has keycards...the waitresses won't come back unless you flip the switch...if you need me or Maurice, we're on the speed-dial on the phone under the bar." Matt took a joint out of his pocket and held it out to Jamal. "This won't be a problem then, right?" Margie had her fingers on the hem of Lisa's dress and slowly slid it up her shapely thighs, exposing the lace tops of Lisa's stockings to the posse as they continued their hot little dance exhibition. And when she saw all eyes on Lisa's dress, she wiggled it up just a little more until the four black men were all captured by the sheerest little triangle of white lace pressed against her bare mound. Amid various comments, grunts and groans from their audience, Margie dropped Lisa's dress. Maurice and Jamal looked at Matt with wide grins. Maurice held out his hand for the joint. Matt gave it to him and Maurice lit it and took a hit. Making a face, he ground the joint out in an ashtray and then reached into his own pocket. He took out a gold cigarette case, flipped it open and removed a perfectly rolled joint. "Try this...I think you'll enjoy it." Matt took it and lit it, taking a lungful of sweet smoke into his lungs. The taste was incredible and the effect was almost immediate. He was getting very high – it was great dope. He handed the joint to Jamal and they looked back at the little dance floor. Margie's hands were covering and caressing Lisa's tits over the sparkling red material, forcing her breasts up and out of the top of the dress. Then she bent around Lisa and took her swollen nipple between her lips and sucked loudly to the delight of their observers. Henry was the first to move towards the dancing pair. He looked back at Matt and asked, "These girls just dance with each other?" Matt shook his head as he took another hit. "All you got to do is ask, my man," he grinned as he answered the big, black bouncer. With that, Henry took Lisa away from Margie, replacing the hot little Asian girl's hands and lips with his own. Lisa made little whimpering sounds of pure pleasure as the tall, powerful man flicked her nipples with his broad flat tongue and moved his hands over her ass and stroked her hot, inner thighs with his long, black fingers. Henry turned Lisa around until her back was facing Jamal and Maurice and the strange white dude. He lifted the shiny red material over her perfect bubble-butt, exposing her to the rest of the room as he slid his finger between her cheeks. William moved as well, gliding across the floor until he had Margie in his long arms. They started to kiss as well, with William's hands searching for and finding the halter tie behind her neck. Margie's breath caught in her throat as she felt him pull the bow apart. Untied, her dress fell away from her pounding chest; her nipples had never felt longer or harder as the tall, dark stranger licked and sucked the fat dark tips and then squeezed them between his long, dark fingers until she thought they would burst. He peeled the electric blue sheath down over Margie's chest, then lower, revealing her flat stomach and the curve of her hips. The good-looking man dropped to his knees by her side as his fingers stroked her golden flesh and his full, dark lips kissed the swell of her breasts down to her cute little bellybutton. Then with a flourish, he peeled the dress all the way down her stockinged legs. Balancing herself with her hand on his shoulder, Margie stepped out of the dress, leaving herself covered only by the tiny, white lace panties and her black thigh-high hose. She knew, without looking, that her panties were made totally transparent by the wetness leaking from her cunt. Matt looked at Jamal and Maurice taking in the action. Their tongues were almost hitting the floor as they watched Margie and Lisa, identical in matching lingerie, touching and kissing each other. Building the heat in the room, they teased Henry and William with their hard nipples and their tiny fingers. Taking the joint from Matt's hand, Jamal took a long hit and then turned to the young man. "Say, Matt, what did you mean before about '*You hope you have a chance to come back*'? You local folks, right?" Matt nodded at the manager. "Looks like your ladies are comfortable here...you seem to be pretty relaxed yourself." "That is certainly true, Jamal," Matt said as he took the joint out of Jamal's hand and took a hit. Lisa was kneeling in front of Henry, stroking his long, hard cock with her little manicured fingers. Margie was sitting back on the couch, relishing the feeling of William's tongue wiping across her shaved mound. "It's just that...well...some friends of mine were here yesterday..." Matt took another hit, "and they weren't made to feel this comfortable. In fact, they weren't even allowed to stay inside." He blew a long, thin stream of smoke between Jamal and Maurice. Matt picked up his beer and moved over next to Margie on the couch. When he sat down, Lisa immediately moved to his other side. Both girls started hugging him and stroking his body with their nimble fingers. Jamal and Maurice moved over to the couch, moving William out of the way. Jamal was starting to look upset as he looked down at Ma

tt. "That doesn't sound right...what happened with your friends?" He turned to Maurice. "Mo, you know anything about this?" Maurice just looked at his boss with a blank face. Matt sat forward, gesturing for their attention. A young man named Paulie was here with a couple of his friends. I guess they didn't meet your dress code, because they were escorted right out the door." Maurice started nodding his head. "Oh yeah, I remember. Shit, they were your friends, Matt?" "What happened, Mo?" Jamal interrupted his bouncer. "Talk to me." "Couple young kids came in, Boss...in torn jeans and old tee-shirts...didn't look like they could pay for a beer, let alone an hour for a table." "That's it?" Jamal asked. "You tossed 'em caused they looked like they couldn't pay?" Maurice was getting a little nervous as Jamal was getting more agitated. "No, man...that ain't all. They looked too young and they was getting up in all the girls' faces...made our guests uncomfortable." Matt waived his hands to stop the two men from further discussion. He stood up and his living bookends stood with him. "Listen, I don't really care what happened before." He smiled as he watched Jamal and Maurice focus their attention on the two hot little twenty-year old bodies in front of them. "And, as I'm sure you can tell, I'm all about everybody being comfortable." He gently directed his sister and their roommate to stand against Maurice and Jamal. "I was hoping we might come to some sort of arrangement... then we would all be comfortable enough to come back...often." Jamal was examining Lisa's breasts as Matt spoke. He was particularly delighted with the tiny triangles of pale flesh highlighting the hard, thick nipples on each tit. He rolled a swollen nub between his finger and thumb, slowly driving Lisa out of her mind. "What kind of arrangement might you be looking for, Matt?" Matt smiled again as he took another hit of the outstanding weed. "Remember," he choked out over the smoke, "I'm all about comfort. Let's start with yours, gentlemen." He gestured to the girls and they immediately dropped to their knees beside their tall, black companions. Jamal and Maurice looked down to see small hands unzipping their pants and reaching in for their thickening cocks. Lisa and Margie had been on the edge since they started dancing and making out. They were both so anxious to get this particular party started they were hardly listening to their *Master's* negotiations. Much more interested in what was in hand, they started licking the thick, dark slabs of fuck-meat right in front of their faces. Margie was fighting to control herself as she became lost in the musky smell of pure male sex coming from Maurice's groin. "*God*," she thought, "*my parents are so fucked up!*" Lisa, knowing she had to impress the club manager, started sucking his big, dark purple colored head into her mouth. "Comfortable, guys?" Matt asked as he watched his girls do what they do so well. "Maybe it would be better if you sat." He gestured to the couch and the two men sat down. Lisa and Margie moved with them, licking and sucking until two hard ebony poles jutted upwards. Jamal and Maurice were enjoying the oral attention until Matt spoke again. "Maybe," he spoke like he was thinking about what he was saying, "the girls can make you even more comfortable." Lisa and her Asian twin stood in front of the couch, facing each other right in front of the two excited men. They caressed each other gently, working their hands down the length of their trembling torsos. With hands at each others' hips, they peeled the little scraps of lace off of each other and turned back to the couch, their matching shaved pussies on display. Turning back again, facing Matt, Lisa backed up a step, moving her firm, round ass over Jamal's thick, black shaft. Holding herself up with her left hand on his strong thigh, she used her right hand to grasp him and hold his thick, spongy head to her moist, spreading lips. At the same time, Margie climbed onto the couch on her knees, poised just above Maurice's impressive member. And then, together, they sank down over the hard, black cocks; the two men were going slowly insane with lust as the girls sank down an inch at a time, using every muscle they had to squeeze and please the hard, thick shafts sliding up their tight little white cunts. The telephone behind the bar rang. Jamal told Henry to quit staring and answer the phone. He picked up the receiver and listened for a moment. "Eldon's at the front door, Boss..." he said to Jamal, "says two white boys...friends of Matt's...said they were expected." Jamal looked at Matt and started to chuckle from deep in his gut. "Goddammit, I like your style, young man." He turned back to Henry. "Tell El to buy them a beer, keep them at the bar until we send for them." He checked with Matt – "That okay with you?" Matt nodded as he watched Jamal's big hand squeeze his sister's breasts as he lifted her up and then pulled her back down over the length of his deep purple, swollen cock. "Okay, then. I believe you have me exactly where you planned on having me, Mr. Matt." He glanced across to see Margie frenching Maurice as she fucked her first black cock. She was all lust and hunger, sucking his tongue into her mouth and his massive cock into her wet, pulsating cunt. She was so close to cumming on her first black dick. She put her mouth next to Maurice's ear and whispered softly, "Please, baby, fuck me harder." Jamal and the others heard her and they all moaned and groaned at the raw lust on display. Matt moved a step closer to Lisa and Jamal. "It's simple, Jamal. All I want is for me and the girls and a few of my friends to have a nice club to go to, shoot a little pool, smoke some dope...have a good time, you know?" Jamal looked at Matt. "That sounds very reasonable...but why do I think maybe there's something else, too?" Lisa turned around and kissed Jamal long and hard on his thick, dark lips. "Because you're smart as well as sexy, Boss." She gave him her cutest, sexiest little girl look. "Can I call you 'Boss', Jamal?" "Sure, baby..." he grinned at the hot little coed sitting on his dick, "you can call me anything you like." He turned back to Matt. "So, what's the real deal, kid?" He was finding it hard to concentrate as Margie leaned towards them, helping Jamal massage Lisa's tits. "It's easy, dude," Matt started to explain, "I got a *Plan A* and a *Plan B*...your choice, but I think *Plan B* is the better option." "Go ahead...let me hear them." Jamal was chuckling again at Matt's nerve and poise. Lisa and Margie kept fucking the two men as Matt explained the options. "*Plan A*," he said, "would be pretty casual. We'd drop by every couple of weeks, have a couple drinks, and shoot some pool. If you or your staff wanted a little attention from these girls, I'm sure they would be more than happy to comply. For that, I would like my friends to be made welcome here as well. Don't worry about Paulie...I'll see to it that when he comes, he's dressed properly and he behaves with a least a little dignity." Jamal chuckled. "Oh," Matt continued, "by the way, Paulie shoots about the best stick I've ever seen...side bets could be quite lucrative." "Okay, sounds reasonable. What's *Plan B*?" When he wasn't speaking, Jamal's lips were trying to suck the skin from Lisa's neck. He wasn't being particularly gentle – she loved it! "Oh, I think this is way better, Jamal." Matt reached over to Maurice, who was still marveling at the way Margie's cunt clenched around his thick meat. "Give me another blunt, Mo." Matt spoke in the same voice he used with Lisa and Margie. Jamal looked on in amazement as Maurice opened his case and gave the young white boy one of his joints. "Thanks, Mo." Matt lit the joint and then turned back to Jamal. He ignored the puzzled look on Jamal's dark face and handed him the joint. "Personally," Matt began, "I would like to be here a couple times a week." He bent down and kissed his sister on her swollen, puffy mouth. "Oh yeah," he chuckled as he moved to Margie and kissed her the same way. "I think Lisa and Mai Ling would like to spend some quality time here, too." He took the joint from Jamal's hand and sat down. He took a long hit, enjoying the sight of his sluts fucking the shiny black poles in front of him. He blew a long plume of smoke at Lisa's pussy. "Okay...here's the deal. This is a great club, and I like you guys. So do the girls. We'll drop by a couple times a week. You and the guys can party with Lisa and *Mai Ling*. When my friend's come by, they get this room if it's available. No charge for the room or the table...Paulie will let you make the book and side-bets are your own." Jamal was impressed with Matt's control of the situation. "That's cool." He agreed to Matt's terms. "What about you, young son?" Jamal chuckled deeply. "What do you get out of this? This pussy is way too fine to pay for a few hours on a pool table." Matt smiled at Jamal. "You know, I really like this part of town. Some great music, nice little clubs and places to eat." He put his palm on Lisa's breast and rubbed her in circles. "Some pretty hot women around here, too." Matt looked around the room. "Unfortunately, outside around here isn't too safe...especially for young, pale-skinned college students, you know?" Jamal nodded – Matt was telling the unfortunate truth. "Well, I can't expect you to change the whole place overnight, Jamal...but it would be very cool if I knew that the girls and other friends who might be with me would be totally safe around here...you know...like someone heavy in the neighborhood vouched for us. That would be way cool." "What do you think, Mo?" Jamal was chuckling again. "You think we *heavyweight* enough to protect this pussy?" "Okay then," Matt resumed speaking in his control voice. "Just two things and we're done, okay?" He looked at Jamal directly. "First is...well, maybe three things, but the third..." Jamal let out a big laugh. "Boy, I think you had enough of Mo's weed for one night. Now what you trying to suggest?" Matt tried to control himself, but there was that little giggle in his voice. "Okay...first thing is..." he paused to make sure he had everyone's attention, "ladies, up please." Both Lisa and Margie lifted themselves slowly off the ebony poles embedded in their hot, wet cunts. Lisa turned back to face Jamal as she sank to her knees, right beside her China Doll. Both girls took the thick, crème-covered shafts into their mouths to finish what they had started earlier. "First thing, gentlemen, is that the only way you finish in them bareback is with current medical tests results. Current means within seventy-two hours, okay? Otherwise it's blowjobs...which...aren't too shabby...or condoms. Understand?" Matt looked slowly from man to man, catching their eyes, making sure he was fully and completely understood. When he was satisfied, he looked at Jamal again. "Good," he said in a more pleasant tone, "I know you see the value in that for you as well as me and my babies." Jamal stared at Matt for what seemed a long time. Still locking eyes with the young lad, he said, "Maurice, you know what I'm looking at?" The other man was leaning back, eyes closed as Margie used her throat muscles to massage his thick, black cock. But Jamal wasn't waiting for an answer. "I'll tell you, Mo...I'm looking at a man with all the necessary attributes to be good friend, that's what." His hand was riding the back of Lisa's neck as she bobbed up and down over his delicious chocolate log. "That is a perfectly acceptable condition, Matt. What else you got, buddy?" "Okay," Matt continued, "I knew you'd like that one, J." Matt glanced over at the man with a strange look. "Okay if I call you J?" he asked. "It just kinda came out naturally." Jamal looked at Matt again very seriously. "Yeah, that's fine. Last man called me J was my brother. Tell you about him some other time, but sure...that's cool." "Cool," Matt continued as if there was never a doubt. "Finally, because we are both business men, let's put a value on all that I've been talking about." Jamal looked at Maurice and punched him in the shoulder. "Wake up, Mo...this boy is good, god-dammit!" Maurice opened his eyes and rubbed his shoulder. He paid attention. Matt smiled at Jamal, his new best friend and possible partner. "The girls will be here for you and your tuxedo posse, to be used as you like..." his voice dropped a notch and got a little more firm, "no marks...no shit...no pain that they don't agree to." Again, he paused while he looked all four men directly in the eye, one at a time. When they all nodded their understanding, he continued. "Other than that, they really love being dirty little sluts – pretty much anything goes. They'll let you know when no really means no. And the first time someone disrespects them or their decisions, the whole fucking arrangement is over." They all nodded again. "The deal is for two nights a week, at least 4 hours a night. No charge to me, of course, for the room and the table and the booze we drink. Of course, when my friends play without me...no charge for the room and table, but they buy their own drinks. Unless you're making nice money off of them – then I know you'll do what gentlemen do." Jamal waved his hand in agreement, this was the small stuff. "And of course, if there was another, you know, local woman here...when I was here with the girls, well, that wouldn't be too bad, would it? But," he said to Jamal, "I'll leave that to you. Sound good so far?" Jamal tried to scowl at him, but it was hard. He was high, the cutest little white girl he'd had in a long fucking time was sucking his dick like a seasoned pro, and he genuinely liked this kid. "Yeah, sounds fine so far." He shook his head back and forth. "Fuck me, Matt...I don't want to know what this Homecoming Queen pussy is gonna cost me. I'll pay...take it easy on a old man." Matt smiled, ready to close the deal. He didn't want to be greedy, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. "Okay, old man, not that much...I am assuming you deal in a little something other than retail...I want two ounces of this very fine herb – per week – when I bring the girls over." Maurice and Jamal looked at each other, then looked down at the twin heads bobbing on their cocks and then grinned as they slapped hands. Jamal looked at Matt and smiled. "Done and done, young son. Let's have a joint to celebrate." "Cool," Matt said with a huge grin breaking out over his face. *"Perfect,"* he thought to himself. "Henry," Matt said, once again in complete control, "please call the bar and have my friends brought down." Jamal was once again amused by the young man's apparent control over his staff. "And, Henry," he called after the man, "you might want to get a bunch of condoms...unless any of you have a current letter from your doctor..." Matt was exhausted from putting the whole thing together and his throat was way too dry. "William," he called as he sank down onto a chair facing Jamal and Maurice, "please, man, can you get me a cold beer? My throat's killing me." Once again, Jamal noticed with interest the way his well-trained staff was responding to Matt's requests. Matt leaned forward towards the two bobbing heads. "Okay, ladies...quit screwing around... time to end round one." Lisa and Margie responded to Matt's command immediately. They both took the slick, thick, ebony shafts between their lips and over their tongues until the throbbing cocks were lodged deep in their throats. Then slowly, breathing through their noses, they started the swallowing technique that Lisa's mother had taught her and she had taught Margie. Both men started groaning as the twenty year old throat muscles worked their magic, drawing the hot, salty jism out of their balls and up the big, black roots. As the groaning became louder the girls used their perfectly manicured fingers to massage that sensitive patch of skin just behind the men's' sacs, causing hips to fly off the couch, driving the fat, purple-headed cocks even deeper down their throats. Neither Jamal nor Maurice could ever remember getting sucked off like that. Of course, as they blasted their thick crème down the coeds' throats, all they were aware of was the pure passion of complete release. Only later, when they talked about it, did they realize it was the first time that they never had to hold the girls' heads down – they fuckin' loved it as much as the men they'd blown! As Lisa swallowed Jamal's salty load, her body was vibrating along every nerve path. Her younger brother had just sold her hot little ass to these gorgeous hunks. She couldn't wait to start their new arrangement. Like Margie, she was more than happy to fuck her brother's friends, but she was craving something more exciting...more on the edge as their parents described it. She was finally getting it...understanding what her mother and her father told them about that long New Year's Eve night and day. Lisa found her Asian lover in the throes of her own climax as she lovingly cleaned Maurice's spent tool. She licked and sucked his crème and her saliva off his slick black shaft and his ebony sac. Sliding her hands up Margie's back, Lisa moved them around until she cupped the perfect golden globes in her hands, trapping Margie's nipples between her fingers. Lisa lifted her lover to her feet, turned her around so they were face to face, and then they kissed each other as though no one else was around. They were locked in that intimate embrace when they heard the high pitch of Paulie's distinctive voice. "Christ, Matt, what the fuck is going on here?" Jamal looked at Matt and then turned to Maurice. "That the one?" he asked, motioning towards Paulie. Maurice nodded and rolled his eyes back in his head. Matt was chuckling along with Jamal. "Dude, I don't blame you...just no more, right?" Maurice acknowledged the new deal with a long sigh. Matt grinned as he shook hands with Maurice and Jamal. Then he took Lisa in his arms and pulled her close against him, her hard nipples scraping across his shirt and her soaking pussy pulled tight against his muscular thigh. This is what she dreamed of...to be held and displayed like this...by her brother. Margie slithered against Matt's other side, gently humping her panty-covered pussy against him, alternately kissing and licking Matt's neck and Lisa's sweet lips. Matt looked at his friends who were standing wide-eyed and open-mouthed between Henry and William. "Easy, boys...have you met William and Henry?" Winston and Paulie shook hands with the men next to them, but no one really looked away from Margie and Lisa; no one could. Matt saw that Jamal and Maurice had tucked themselves away and stood up to greet the new arrivals. Matt gestured towards his friends. "Winston...Paulie, I'd like you to meet Jamal and Maurice. Jamal...Maurice, my friends Winston and Paulie." The two nervous and confused boys shook hands with the tall, bald men. "Uhm...Matt... this is the man who..." Paulie's voice was filled with stress as he spoke. Maurice, trying not to enjoy the young boy's nervousness too much, smiled down at Paulie – his teeth looming large and white against his dark lips. "And I do apologize for that, Paulie...I truly do." Maurice put his arm around Paulie's shoulder and gave him a friendly hug. Paulie was speechless. "But I must say, I am...I mean we are...thankful for whatever it was that brought my man Matt and these lovely ladies into our club." He was grinning hugely, very stoned and deeply in love with the two coeds making out... *swapping cum*...just in front of him. He looked at his three cohorts and raised his arms in the air. "Can a brother get an *Amen* to that?" Matt, Lisa, and Margie burst into laughter along with all the men in tuxedos. Winston and Paulie grew even more pale and confused. Jamal was the one who first took pity on them. He took them both to the couch and had them sit down. First, he told Maurice to light a joint for the two college boys to help them calm down. After each had taken a couple hits and they mellowed out a little, Jamal said, "You know, fellas...y'all are pretty calm seeing these two little girls all naked. You know them? You seen them naked before?" Winston looked up at Matt and saw his friend nod in his direction. "Uh, yeah...I mean *yes, sir*..." he pointed at Lisa, "she's..." Winston looked up at Matt again and smiled. When he continued, he sounded like a game-show prize announcer. "She's a senior...an honor student with several majors...she gives the most awesome blowjobs – though she says her mother does it better..." That brought loud gasps from the four club men. "She would be Lisa, the lady I love, the older sister of my best friend Matt." When his words were fully understood by the bald posse, they all sucked air in unison as they turned to Matt to ask if it was really true. They found brother and sister engaged in the most soulful kiss; Matt's hands covering his sister's ass and pulling her tight against the bulge in his pants. Jamal looked at them for a minute. "That some intense shit, Mo." Then he broke into a wide grin and started chuckling. "Betcha Mommy and Daddy happy the kids getting along so well." Winston, glad that the tension was breaking, continued with a much more normal voice. "This beautiful Asian angel..." Margie sat down between the two boys on the couch, putting an arm around each one. "*Mai Ling*," she interrupted Winston with a quick kiss. "*Mai Ling*," he continued smoothly, "is also a senior, also an honor student and has the most perfect body of all time. She, Lisa and Matt are roommates and lovers...all of them. Just like Lisa, she fucks whoever Matt wants her to fuck. Lucky for us," he pointed at Paulie, "he asked them to fuck us!" Margie put her hand on Winston's crotch to find a healthy lump forming. She kissed him on the lips and started to slide his zipper down. Matt watched his precious *Mai Ling* as she started to stroke Winston's cock. He spoke softly to her in Chinese, telling her that she could do Winston and Paulie later...for now, she and Lisa were there to be used by the tall, bald posse. She bent over and kissed Winston as she put his dick back in his pants. Winston looked at Matt with a big question mark across his face. With his sister draped all over him, dressed like Margie in only panties, thigh high hose and her 'come fuck me' high heels, Matt moved closer to his friends on the couch. Winston was trying to be as cool as everyone else in the room; Paulie, on the other hand, was pretty excited. He had only been favored once with Lisa's company, and that was for a blowjob. She had come into Matt's room when Paulie was visiting, dressed in her panties and a very sheer bra. Matt scolded her for teasing his friend and 'made' her suck Paulie's dick. It took about a minute before he spewed down her throat. He had never been this close to her almost naked body before...never had her bare tits in his face. The same was true for Margie...she had blown him, but she was dressed at the time as well. He was slowly going out of his mind...smoking that incredible weed and staring at the two most beautiful girls he knew. Matt waived a hand in front of Paulie to get his attention. When he spoke, both friends looked up at him. "Okay, guys...here's the deal. Paulie, you and your friends can play here whenever you want. In fact, you can have this room if it's available at no charge." Paulie started smiling, losing some of his nervousness. "You pay for your own drinks, Paulie...so go easy, dude." Paulie and Winston slapped hands and grinned. They knew that Matt would get stuff straightened out! "But you gotta do something too, Paulie." The young boy snapped his head back around to face Matt. "I told Jamal that you shoot for real, dude. When you're here to make money, you have to let Jamal make your book for you. More important, you have to tell him when to make side bets, which guys are your marks. Ok?" Paulie was grinning and nodding agreement, shaking Matt's hand and then Jamal's. "Dude," he exclaimed, 'this could be totally awesome!" Jamal took the boy's hand and led him through a multi-step soul handshake while Maurice, William and Henry laughed and slapped each others' hands. The tension was completely gone from the room. Matt moved closer to Winston, bringing Lisa within inches of her admirer. He looked down at his friend. "Like that dope, dude?" Matt took the joint out of Winston's hand and lit it again. He took a long drag and handed it to Lisa. She took a deep hit and passed the glowing butt to Margie. Winston looked up at Matt and Lisa and nodded his head. "It's sweet, bro...very sweet." "Glad you approve...we'll have some to play with on a regular basis – courtesy of Jamal and Maurice. Be sure to say thanks later." Matt was smiling widely as he spoke; this was all working out so well. "Hey, Win...listen, this is key...when we're down here, going to a club or restaurant...don't need to worry about bein' in this nasty part of town. Jamal and Maurice are gonna make us known...they'll be kinda like a sponsor for us in the neighborhood...keep our lily-white asses safe, right, Mo?" Maurice shook his head and rolled his eyes. Jamal could see that his friend liked this strange white boy as well. Meanwhile, Margie took a hit off the joint and handed it back to Matt. "*Master*," she whispered in his ear, "your slut is really hot. May I ask William to fuck me? Please, *Master*?" Margie rubbed her fingers in slow circles over Matt's cock. "Don't you want to see his big, black cock in my little pussy, *Master*?" He kissed her open mouth, drawing the breath out of her. And then he turned her around and sent her towards the tall, bald, black man. Lisa leaned into her brother and told him to watch Margie – this was gonna be hot! Margie glided towards the well-built ebony stud, barely aware of her surroundings or the other people in the room. The dope that Maurice had provided was working its full effects on the hot little Asian coed. She was very stoned and incredibly horny. Her pussy felt empty and she didn't particularly like that feeling. Telling Lisa about her parents silly racist thoughts brought her long and deeply suppressed desires boiling to the surface and she was more than ready to indulge in them all. William watched intently, trying so hard to keep his cool together, as the little Chinese angel came slowly towards him. "*Man*," he thought, "*she so fuckin' tight!*" He thought both girls were as good as anything he'd seen in the *Playboy Cheerleader* issues. Margie slid her hips to the dance music coming from the speakers, her breasts moving to the same beat as she got closer to the tall man. Even with her heels on, her face was at his broad, muscular chest. She moved into him, her hot pussy tight against his thigh and her arms around his narrow waist. Her breasts were pushed half-way into him, rock-hard nipples grazing his skin through the bright white dress shirt that covered his sinewy, powerful physique. Margie leaned back and looked into the eyes of the man holding her nearly naked body against him. Her eyes were sharp slits of black energy burning into his face and her voice held all the lust she felt at that moment. Her whisper was soft but her tone was harsh and impatient. "William, will you kiss me, please?" He didn't reply. No one said a word. All eyes in the room were on the entwined couple in front of the bar. William's hands moved lightly down both sides of Margie's face, his fingers familiar-izing themselves with the beautiful, young coed's cheeks and her full, pouty lips. Then they moved over her perfect, full young tits and his large fingers rolled the stiff buds between them; her nipples were so hard she ached. When his hands slid down her flat tummy to her athletic hips, he grabbed on to her and lifted her up to his face. Margie knew *this* is why she had let Matt mark her...make her his *slut*. *This* is what Lisa had tried to describe to her before. She felt totally *on the edge* like never before. She recognized a spicy rum smell...thought it was a perfect scent for his ebony skin. She tilted her head to accept William's kiss as he moved maddeningly closer to her hungry mouth. She threw her arms around his neck as their lips melted together in the heat of their passion and lust. Margie opened her mouth to her newest lover, letting him explore her with his long, agile tongue. She lifted her left leg around his hip and when he moved his hand underneath her firm ass to hold her there, she lift her right leg around him as well. William was lost in the heat of the crazy little girl he was kissing. He couldn't ever remember being with anyone remotely like her before. He was a good looking man, but he thought she was way out of his league..."*Like Playboy out of his league*," he thought. His hands felt so right, supporting her perfect ass as she licked his lips and slid her tasty little tongue around his mouth. His long fingers found their way to Margie's pleasure spots and proceeded to tease her sensitive back door and stroke her wet slit at the same time. The young girl gasped as she felt the tip of William's finger invade her anus and in reaction, she pushed out, knowing the hole would open and allow his thick, black digit to slip up inside her. When he felt her ass welcome him, he almost blew his nut. He broke their kiss and looked down at the golden-skinned girl, his finger still lodged up her pert little butt. "*Mai Ling*? That your name? Baby, I gotta have a piece of you now." William was trying so hard to control himself in front of the others...but it was hard...so hard! Matt was getting another joint from Maurice. He looked at William and smiled. "Of course you do...she is so fucking hot, isn't she?" William just gave him a puzzled look. "What you got William? A doctor's letter with fresh results or a condom?" The tall man shook his head for a second, trying to figure out what the crazy young white boy was saying...then he remembered the conditions for the deal he'd heard earlier. William smiled broadly at Matt and then gave Margie a peck on the lips before withdrawing his finger and setting her back down on the floor. He reached into his tuxedo and withdrew a long, flat wallet. From inside the shiny black leather, he with drew a piece of folded paper and handed it to Lisa. Then he bent down and started kissing Margie again. Lisa scanned the letter and then handed it to her brother. She didn't wait for him to say anything before walking over to the couple and kneeling at William's feet. She unzipped his trousers and drew his cock out. It felt so heavy in her small, white hand. She started to lick his thick, meaty shaft when she heard her brother. "Letter's two days old...very fresh," said Matt. "Been with anyone since the test, William?" The bald man smiled at the freshman. "Only my wife," he chuckled. He stopped grinning when he heard Maurice say, "Fuck, nigger, everybody's been with your wife!" Jamal, when he stopped laughing, told Matt that William has been spending all his time at the club – no time to be out fucking around. When Matt said it all seemed cool, Lisa sucked the big dark head of his ebony prick between her moist lips. Lisa bobbed her head back and forth a few times, making William long and hard. She loved that his cock was shaved...it felt so good when she sucked on him. Then she stood and kissed her China Doll deeply, sharing the taste of William's pre-cum that had collected on her tongue. When the girls finished kissing and giggling, they turned to help William undress. As they did, Matt motioned to Winston and Paulie and they all walked over to the pool table. The two friends thanked Matt for the arrangements he'd made on their behalf. Matt said he was happy to do it...it seems to have worked out well for everybody. But for now, he told them, it looked like the rest of the night was gonna be a private party. Winston and Paulie looked a little disappointed until Matt promised both of them an hour with either girl later in the week. Happier than they were a moment earlier, the boys said their goodbyes and made their way out the door. Henry had followed them and locked the door after they had gone. As he walked back across the room, his tuxedo jacket flew in one direction and then his dress shirt in another. Henry was a very impressive physical specimen and he knew it. He took a condom off the bar and grabbed Lisa's hand away from William. "We have some unfinished business to take care of, little sister." He pulled her into a clinch with his fingers around her tits. As they kissed he told Lisa that the fun would start now...now that the *little white boys* had gone away, he could show her what a real cock and real fucking were all about. Maybe Henry didn't realize how loudly he was speaking before, but he did now as everybody else was stone silent. Jamal almost jumped up as he started apologizing to Matt for Henry's behavior. Matt just smiled and shook his head as if to say 'no big deal.' But it was Lisa who put everything back in order. She backed away from Henry and stood next to Margie. They both smiled at the posse. "You guys seem really nice," Lisa spoke lightly to the four good looking black men. "You're all really hot, that's for sure. Right, Mai Ling?" The Chinese girl giggled and nodded her agreement. "And I think you guys think we're kinda hot, too, right?" All four agreed. "Then can't we just have a good time? No bullshit?" "It ain't no bullshit, baby..." Henry started to explain. But Lisa cut him off quickly. She walked back to him and slid her arms around his waist from behind, rubbing her tits all over his back. She slipped her hands under his pants and grabbed his prick. "Feel good, baby? Does it make you dick all nice and big for me?" Henry was enjoying the feel of her hands on his cock, making him swell up strong and proud. "Mai Ling," Lisa said to her lover, "could you please help me...with my little brother?" The Asian girl giggled as she stepped next to her *Master*. Matt looked at Jamal and Maurice, his eyes trying to say "sorry...it wasn't my idea." Lisa unfastened Henry's pants and slid them, along with his silk boxers, down his legs. Lisa gasped as Henry was exposed. On display was about eight and one-half inches of beautiful black cock. "It's so handsome, Henry," Lisa cooed as she licked the chocolate stalk. "It even looks a little bigger than William...maybe Jamal and Maurice, too. What do you think, *Mai Ling*?" Margie nodded in reply. "Bigger than anyone here, huh?" This time Margie shook her head. "Oh no, Lisa...not at all." Margie giggled as she batted her eyes and did a terrible Chinese accent. "Young white boy here have much bigger snake...look!" She'd unbuckled and unbuttoned Matt's pants and drew them down his legs. Without exposing him, she took his cock down her throat and 'swallowed' around the meaty shaft, making him expand inside her. When he finally unsheathed his full ten inches, Maurice, Jamal and William looked over at Henry and then back to Matt. It was Maurice who finally spoke. Trying to be kind to his friend, he just shook his head. "Not close, man...not even a little bit." "But it's beautiful, Henry," Lisa said just before she sucked him into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the ridge of his thick head. She pulled him out with a loud *pop*! and licked his full sac. Lisa stood up, rolling his cock between her perky tits. "I can't wait to fuck him, Henry," she said, "but let's just have fun...nobody's got anything to prove here. Right?" When Henry saw everyone waiting for him to agree, he nodded, almost embarrassed by what he'd said earlier. The tension once again left the room and Margie made her way back to William as Lisa took Henry back into her hungry mouth. Matt was getting himself all tucked in when Maurice handed him a joint. He took a deep drag and sat down next to Jamal. He exhaled the thin stream of smoke towards Lisa and handed the skinny back to Jamal. "So tell me, Mo," Matt was speaking to the guys but all three were looking at the two couples getting very friendly in front of the bar. "What's the deal with you guys...y'all okay with group activity? I only ask," he continued, "because if you want one of them privately...all you have to do is tell them to go with you to a more private place." Matt gazed at his sister as she licked her way around Henry's perfectly formed abs. He shifted his gaze towards Margie. She had removed her thigh-high stockings and her high-heeled sandals and then stripped William of all his clothes as well. Matt spoke quietly to Jamal and Maurice, watching the two girls move closer together as they each sucked a steel-hard ebony shaft into their mouths. "Those two look okay with it...and I do recommend it...there are additional benefits when my girls play together." Maurice answered Matt quietly as he kept his eyes on the girls. "Ain't no big thing, bro. Whatever fits the time and place is cool. Right, Boss?" Jamal grunted in assent, more interested in watching than in any discussion...these girls could really suck dick and they loved putting on a show. Margie let William's black pole slip out of her mouth. She rubbed the dark spongy head over her erect nipples, loving the feel of his pre-cum on her sensitive buds. She stood slowly, licking her way up his perfect torso until she had her arms around his neck once more. And again, William's hands held her up, supporting her firm buns in his long, strong fingers. She felt weightless to him, she seemed perfect to the tall black stud in every way. Margie leaned across his shoulder and 'whispered' in his ear, loud enough for everyone to hear, "I've never been with a black man before, William. You're so dark...so beautiful..." she nuzzled his neck, sucking on his slick flesh, "Do you want to fuck me, William? Do you wanna be my first African lover?" Maurice, his voice low and petulant, said, "Hey, little girl sucked *my* dick first..." He shut up when Jamal punched his shoulder. William face broke into the widest smile as he looked at Maurice. "That be good for you, nigger, but it is this *beautiful black African* who gonna fuck this girl now...not you." He brought Margie's face to his and they kissed deep and hard. Margie was starting to feel faint from the excitement of her fantasy come-to-life. She let William's tongue explore her lips and mouth as she ground her thick rubbery nipples into his chest. She locked her legs around his back, trapping his thick erection between them as they continued to kiss and rub themselves lewdly against each other. At the same time, not two feet away, Lisa was on her knees again after helping Henry out of the last of his clothes. When she looked up at his nude body, it was like she was gazing at a statue carved in black marble. He was perfectly developed in every way; his muscles defined but not overwhelming, his black penis uncut and thick and his heavy sac as bald as the rest of his body. He was, she was sure, the incarnation of some powerful warrior. And so it was natural for her to fall back on her heels, arms clasped behind her back, thrusting her perfectly shaped twenty year old tits up at him. She could smell her own excitement and wondered if the others did as well. She hoped so...and it made her tremble. Margie looked down to see her girlfriend in the slave pose. She gasped at how hot Lisa looked, but she was worried...she didn't know if it was okay to be a slave for someone else. She whispered something in William's ear and he put her down so she could speak to Matt. Walking over to the couch, completely naked, Margie really started to feel all the eyes burning into her flushed body. It felt absolutely electric and the energy seemed to magnify every sensation. "*Oh fuck, Daddy,*" she thought as she stopped in front of the couch, "*your perfect little princess...naked and stoned...waiting to fuck four of the most BEAUTIFUL BLACK MEN I've ever seen...I wish you were here right now, Daddy!*" She dropped to her knees and then sat back on her heels the same way Lisa had done before Henry (who w

as now watching Margie as well.) "*Master,"* she kept her eyes down as she spoke softly to Matt, "I'm sorry, but I just didn't know what to think when I saw Lisa kneel like that. Can we be a slave to others while bound by you, *Master?"* Matt looked across Margie to his sister. Lisa was looking directly at him, her eyes full of all the love, trust and respect they felt for one another. He knew she was thinking the same thing he was...they could hardly wait for Margie to be as comfortable with them as they were with each other. He looked back at the beautiful girl on her knees in front of him. "*Bu shr*," he said in Mandarin, "no, not be their slave...give the appearance only... it makes everyone feel better, yes?" Margie looked up and smiled with a new sense of understanding. "Now go back to your friend, *Mai Ling*, I think he misses you." Margie stood and went back to William, jumping into his arms and kissing him deeply. Matt turned to his buddies and apologized for speaking Chinese. "It's rude, I know, but sometimes it's just easier and quicker." Maurice and Jamal just looked at each other and rolled their eyes again. This kid was too much. Lisa looked up at Henry. She was close enough to see the pulse of his blood in the veins that fed his cock, making him thicker and longer with each passing heartbeat. She was on fire, wondering how he would use her...how many times they would have to come back before this magnificent man would give her what she truly wanted. She didn't care – she knew they would be back plenty! For now, she just wanted to get fucked hard! A little tear in the foil packet and she slipped the condom over his growing cock. As she stood up, grasping Henry's thick meat in her hand, she hooked her right leg over his hip and pushed down on his shoulder with her left hand. He let his knees fold until he felt Lisa place the tip of his cock against her shaved pussy lips. She was so wet his head popped right in and as he slowly straightened his legs, Lisa was impaled on his exquisite erection. She wrapped her left leg around his hip and threw her hands behind his head, drawing herself up to kiss his beautiful mouth and then fucking herself with him as she slid back down his steel pole. When she lifted herself up again, she bent to his ear. "You feel so good in me, baby..." she licked his ear and she whispered to him, "I want you to fuck me hard, Henry...I know I'm small, but I swear I won't break." She felt his fingers dig in to her firm ass cheeks as he slid her back down the thick, ebony shaft. Then it was Henry lifting her up and then jamming her small pink pussy back down so hard that everyone could hear it splat against his groin. Lisa threw her head over the tall black man's shoulder. "Harder, Henry," she whispered directly in his ear, "I want to know what it's gonna feel like...when I ask you some day...to breed me...make your baby in me..." Her body was trembling, she was so turned on her skin felt like ripples of electric current spreading out from her wet cunt. Henry held her perfectly shaped body out at a forty-five degree angle, his left arm under her ass and his right arm under the middle of her back. Just like Margie was to William, Lisa felt weightless to Henry as he used all the power in his legs and his ass to fuck his cock as deep into the little naked white pussy as he could. Everyone in the room could hear his heavy sac slap against Lisa's ass as he fucked her harder and faster with each passing minute. Margie was also beyond rational thought as she watched Henry pounding Lisa's pussy just a few feet from where she was resting against William. She sat on the bar stool next to him, her head at the same height as his. She stroked his cock slowly as they watched their friends' fucking frenzy. Margie spoke softly to him. "It's very hot. Isn't it, William?" He moaned his reply. "Is there something I can do for you, baby? Make it better?" William just shrugged his shoulders as he watched Lisa start to cream all over Henry's weapon. Margie whispered into his ear. "I read a story about a white woman and some black men...they told her that she had to prove how much she wanted their big black dicks...they said..." her heart was pounding so hard she wasn't sure if he could hear her words over it, "they said she had to eat their ass holes if she wanted them to fuck her." Margie's eyes closed as the mini-explosion started in her cunt. She couldn't believe those words came out of her mouth. Then she startled herself again. Not waiting for his reply, Margie whispered once again, "Is that what you want, lover? Want me to eat you, ream your asshole, baby?" William looked at the cute little coed, wondering for the hundredth time how the fuck he got so lucky. Not saying a word, he just nodded his head once and moved to the love seat. He stood behind it, facing the bar with his back bent over and his legs spread. The hot little Chinese girl followed, leaving the others to guess what this latest twist entailed. Margie stopped by the couch, took a hit of the joint in the ashtray, and the a sip of Matt's cold drink. She smiled at Jamal and Maurice. "Why are you guys still dressed? Don't you want to party with us too?" Then she moved behind William, running her hands softly over his back and sides, giving him a light massage was he watched Henry fuck Lisa. When Maurice noticed that Margie's hands had moved to William's ass, he got Jamal's attention. When they both saw her delicate, golden fingers spread his ebony ass cheeks apart, they undressed in record time. Lisa was riding the crest of the strongest orgasm she had experienced in a long time. Her admission...her confession to Henry...released an unending flow of her slick cunt juice. The hard black cock inside her seemed to grow longer and thicker with each thrust as it finally drove past the ring of her cervix. "There, baby...right there...cum in me, Henry... ohhh!!!!...fuck me, baby....ahh...ahhh...FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!! She screamed as Henry unloaded his hot, thick potent cum. Lisa would swear she felt it deep in her womb. He pulled her hips against his harder and harder as each spurt of hot semen shot out the tip of his rock-hard cock... four, five, six times his ass clenched as he filled the condom with his thick crème. Finally, he brought her flushed body back up to his. He held her close, his right arm supporting her bottom, his left arm across her back. With the little energy she had, Lisa threw her arms around Henry's neck and put her lips against his. She kissed her African Warrior with the promise of more pleasure to come. Then, pulling her gently off his softening cock, Henry put her down. He leaned down and whispered to her to call him anytime she was ready...to be *black bred*. It made the twenty year old white, suburban honor student cum again...really hard! Lisa's legs gave out as the effect of Henry's words rippled through her muscles. She stumbled towards the love seat, falling on her back on the seat cushions, right under William's wide-open eyes. He couldn't move – it was all he could do just to moan and groan as Margie performed like the slut of his dreams and the whore of her own fantasies. She had started to massage his butt cheeks, using her thumbs to pull them apart. Leaning into him, she tongued the back of his sac and then the skin between his balls and his ass. William groaned as he felt the tip of her tongue slide up that slick skin and work its way into his anus. He pushed out and his sphincter opened to admit her tongue into his rear passage. Margie was so excited she could hardly breathe. She had never felt so *dirty* before...and she loved it! She found the tart, tangy taste of his ass flesh intoxicating and she drilled her tongue through the tough ring of his sphincter. Her sensitive diamond-hard nipples were digging into the back of his thighs, the pressure and friction driving her insane. William thought he was going crazy as well. Matt had moved to the love seat to see to his sister's comfort, his hands moving all over the gorgeous little coed, his tongue moving from her nipples to her mouth. William had seen a lot of different things in his life, but he'd never seen a brother kiss his sister like that! When he broke the kiss, Matt looked at William and motioned towards the girl behind the tall, well-built man. "You want her ass or her pussy for your first time, bro?" William didn't hesitate. "Her pussy, man. Got to tap that!" Matt grinned back. "Excellent choice...right here okay?" He waved his arm over the love seat. William nodded his approval. Matt started to lift Lisa upright and told Margie to come around the front. He laid her on her back on the love seat cushion, her ass resting on the low, padded arm. William moved around and spread Margie's legs, pulling her wet slit up and open. As he rubbed his thick meat through her moist swollen lips, massaging her clit and lubricating himself at the same time, Matt brought his sister back down so she was facing William and her creamy cunt was poised above Margie's mouth. And as William slid his rock-hard cock into Margie's waiting, gaping shaved pussy, Lisa lowered herself, her well-used cunt leaking Henry's cum, on to Margie's mouth. Jamal, Maurice and Henry all started to make nasty comments as William soul-kissed Lisa, squeezing her tits as he fucked the beautiful Asian girl beneath him. Matt moved out of the way as the three tall, well-built (obvious now, as they were all nude) black men surrounded the love seat. Their hands were all over Lisa and Margie...fingers exploring every opening they could find. After a few minutes, Jamal and Maurice took hold of Lisa and lifted her off the love seat and carried her over to the couch. Within a minute, Jamal slipped on a condom and had the hot, slick-skinned coed bent over the side arm and his broad cock had worked its way fully into the twenty year old and her magic pussy. As he lodged his stiff fuck-pole deep in her hot, wet cunt, Jamal became aware of the most incredible feeling...her cunt walls were rolling over him, *massaging* his prick! He was receiving the benefit of hundreds of hours of Kegel exercises – and it was a feeling he'd never felt before. His eyes rolled back as he started to moan. "Sister doin' something...fuck, Matthew, s'good, very good, goddammit! Unghhh!!!" Maurice was facing Lisa and Jamal, standing with his left foot on the floor and his right knee on the couch. Lisa's long dark hair hid her face, but Matt knew Mo's hose was buried deep in his sister's talented throat. "Ain't nothin' to what she doin' to me," he moaned as he rocked his hips slowly, his hand on the back of her head as she 'swallowed' his cock, massaging it with her throat muscles. "Sweetheart," he was swooning with delight, "I'm bringing you home with me...show my wife what a blow job supposed to be." Margie was enjoying the way William was fucking her. Long and deep, he blew past her cervix with each thrust. But it wasn't exactly providing the level of excitement she was looking for. When Henry appeared at her side, her pulse started to pick up again. She'd seen the powerful fucking he gave Lisa – she wanted that too. The adorable Asian coed wanted to be slutty, not cute. She wanted to be used hard, not lovingly. She grabbed his thick shaft and she knew exactly what she wanted. She drew him into her mouth as William continued to fuck her accommodating cunt. When Henry started to harden, Margie let him slide out between her lips. She raised herself up, kissing and licking his articulated physique as she moved upwards. When she reached his neck, she whispered in his ear. "Get a condom, Henry...I want you in me now. Please, Henry?" Margie moved his hand over her breast, pressing his fingers into her hot flesh until he was pulling and teasing her swollen nipple between his broad fingertips. "Will you fuck me, Henry? Now...while William's fucking my pussy...I want you to fuck my ass, Henry...okay?" Margie *Mai Ling* Yuen, honor student and the pride of her very old-fashioned Taiwanese parents, couldn't believe the thoughts and images that were invading her head. She looked up at Henry as she stroked his thick, hard shaft. She smiled as her eyes smoldered. "Don't you wanna stretch my little asshole with this big, black monster?" Henry almost knocked Matt over as he moved to get a fresh condom from the bar. "Sorry, man," the naked black man held out his hand to the young freshman, "you know, about earlier...I spoke without thinking...sorry." Matt took the strong dark hand in his and shook it warmly, with feeling. "No problem, Henry. I like you guys," he looked at his sister and then at Margie, "and I think they do, too. It's all good, my friend." He drew Henry closer. "What did *Mai Ling* want, Henry?" "Don't know why, dude...beautiful little girl want me to tap her ass." There was a definite smile behind the bewilderment. "Guess it would be impolite to say no, huh?" Now he didn't even want to stop the grin that was spreading across his dark, handsome face. Matt leaned close and spoke softly. "Do it, Henry...double-fuck her with your buddy. When you start going hard, slap her ass with an open hand." Henry looked up with surprise. "Don't worry...she'll love it – believe me." Henry nodded as he took a foil square off the bar. Matt spoke again, "Looks like you were a hit with my sister...I hope it was good for you, too." Matt chuckled as Henry did a double take. His voice was deep and clear as he asked Matt to clarify. "She really your sister? And the rest of your family? They know about this?" Matt looked at him, careful to keep his expression very neutral, and slowly nodded his head several times. "Your momma too, boy?" Slowly and carefully, Matt reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He flipped it open, punched a few keys, and then held it towards Henry. "Wouldn't you?" He handed the tall black man his cell, an image of his mother, Laurie, nude and hugging an equally nude Lisa. "Fuck me..." Henry mumbled as he stared at the picture, his black shaft thickening as he thought about doing mother and daughter together. He slipped the condom on as Matt took the phone back. "Anytime, brother," Henry chuckled, "I'll help you out any way I can! I see where your sister gets her looks from, alright." He moved back to the love seat to attend to Margie. "Show that picture to my brothers, young man...you are creating a legend here tonight!" He moved in and spoke to William and Margie. They separated and William sat down on the love seat, leaning back into the cushions. Margie moved in front of him, a vision of young, perfect lust. Her nipples were so hard they seemed to jump off her firm, sweat-covered breasts. Her golden skin was highlighted by the moisture that covered every delectable inch if her body. Her labia were dark from the fucking and stretching that William's cock put her through. They were spread apart, her pink, wet pussy walls on display as she licked her way up her African lover's perfect body. With her knees straddling him on the cushion of the love seat, she settled herself over his ebony spear and sank down, inch by indescribable inch as her cunt opened, got slick and consumed his wonderful prick. She paused several times, adjusting to the new depth that this position allowed. Finally, with his engorged cock fully sheathed in her tight, twenty year old cunt, Margie leaned into her lover, pressing her thick nipples into his chest as she kissed him deeply. Then she turned her face back to Matt. "*Master*, please?" She laid her hand on her firm ass cheek as she looked at him. "Will you help me get ready?" It was a very bold request, she knew, but she also knew that brother and sister liked to be on the edge as much as she did. Maybe he wouldn't like it...maybe...he would *punish* her? Not knowing where that thought came from, she simply enjoyed the rush that traveled through her flesh like electricity. Lisa felt that electric pulse as well when Margie asked Matt for help. She was feeling magical and powerful as she worked her cunt and throat muscles on Jamal and Maurice. They were barely moving...moaning and groaning as they exclaimed their surprise and delight over and over. Sensing something exciting was going on across the room, Lisa intensified the cunt massage and started bobbing her head up and down the full length of Maurice's cock. She needed to hurry them...she needed to see her brother react to Margie's request. Neither man could take the assault on their weapons. Exclaiming Lisa's wonders as they unloaded jet after jet of thick white ropes of cum into her cunt and down her throat, they congratulated themselves on their newest 'find'. She held Maurice's cockhead in her lips as he climaxed over her tongue and into her gullet and worked her fingers around his sac while she sucked every drop she could from his chocolate pipe. Jamal was slowly making his descent as well, the rocking motions around his now tender fuck-pole slowed as his breathing started to normalize. Coated with a mixture of his semen and Lisa's secretions, his cock slipped from her well-fucked hole. Lisa squealed as Jamal's large hands moved under her to grab her tits. She pushed his hands away and then turned around to face him. Lisa put her arms around Jamal's neck and pulled him down into a hot little kiss. Then she slid down his well-muscled torso until her face was directly in front of his softening cock. She licked him up one side and then down the other, sucked their crème off his sac, and then finally sucked his head into her mouth to complete his cleaning. She looked up at both her men and motioned towards the loveseat. Matt stood at the bar, taking in the scene in front of him. To his left, his sister was sandwiched between Jamal and Maurice on the couch. Long black fingers were playing over her tanned flesh – the contrast most erotic when they ventured into the pale triangles at her chest and her crotch – as the three of them looked back and forth between Margie and him. Ahead of him, at the loveseat, Henry stood to the side of Margie and William away from the couch, not blocking his bosses' view. (He thought he should let Henry know later that he'd noticed the action.) He could see that while Henry was eager to start, he knew something larger was happening and was willing, if not content to wait. The music had gotten wilder – the Latin rhythms mixed with African drums and soulful electric guitars seemed to have everyone in a sweat. Matt took a joint out of the ashtray on the bar and took a hit. He held the pungent smoke deep in his lungs as long as he could as he removed his clothes and folded them neatly over a bar stool. When he was as naked as the rest of them, he took the joint and walked over to the couch. He took another hit and handed it to Jamal. When he exhaled, he moved in front of his sister, his semi-flaccid cock dangling in front of her face. He just looked at her for a moment before Lisa leaned forward and took his cock between her lips. The music lifted him higher as he enjoyed the feel of her tongue swirling over the crown ridge of his swelling head. The four tall, imposing black men all gasped as they looked on in shock and awe as the hot little twenty year old sucked her brother's very large cock deep into her mouth. They all *knew*, of course...they had even seen him kiss her in a decidedly 'un-brotherly' way as he felt her naked tits. But this... this was the real deal. They all had heard the stories; they all knew someone who knew someone, etc. The moment she sucked him inside her hot mouth... *incest* ran through each of their heads...*this is for real!* Matt heard the gasps and knew what Jamal and the others were thinking. Maurice got up and walked to the bar to get another joint. He saw the open flip-phone and took a closer look. "Oh goddam, boy!" Mo was groaning as he looked carefully at the photo of Lisa and Laurie. "This your moms?" He found a joint in his coat pocket, lit it and walked back to the couch with the phone. He exhaled the smoke as he handed the phone to Jamal and the joint to Matt. "She's a fine looking woman, bro...a little like big sister here, no?" Jamal looked at the picture and then at the naked couple before him. "Your momma teach you this shit? When she come to visit? You bring her 'round to shoot pool...let your new *boyz* taste that?" He handed the phone back to Maurice. Matt laughed as he shoved his growing meat stalk past his sister's lips again. He took another hit off the joint and then blew the smoke out in a long plume that exploded around Margie's upturned ass. He shook his head slowly back and forth as he said, "I don't know what I'm gonna do with you, *Mai Ling*. Me help you?" He saw the flicker of excitement in her dark, almond-shaped eyes before he turned back to Lisa and said, "Doesn't she have that backwards, *slut*?" He pulled away from his sister and moved to the crouching tigress, her eyes flashing with lust as she waited, half-full, for her *Master's* response. Matt slid his hand lightly down Margie's smooth arched back. When he reached the curve of her upturned ass, he slid his hand off and then brought it back down hard across her firm cheek. At the same time, he spoke to her in Chinese. He made it sound as though her was angry with her. "Little sister, I love you so much!" He massaged her ass where he'd slapped her. "I'm so happy you enjoy our games. I'm happy to help you, *Mai Ling*." He slapped her ass again as he switched to English. "And how exactly did you want me to help you, slut?" He was still acting angry and his audience was enthralled. He reached across and gently brushed his hand against Henry's still hard cock. "You think I'm gonna make him all wet for you?" He looked up at Henry to see his shocked expression. "Don't worry, bro...ain't gonna happen." Matt grinned at the puzzled face in front of him. "I really don't like the taste of latex." Matt turned back to Margie to make sure she was watching him as his hand came down once again across the red mark on her ass cheek. He saw the flash in her eyes as the rest of the group gasped in reaction to the cracking sound of flesh on flesh. His hand slid over the perfect curve of her butt to her inner thigh. His fingers found what he was looking for – her pussy was leaking crème from her reaction to being spanked. He held his slick, wet fingers out to Henry. "See, I told you she likes it." Then he scooped up some more and stuck his fingers into Margie's little puckered hole. She moaned as he worked the natural lubricant around her tight sphincter, stretching her muscle in preparation for Henry's thick cock. "That's all the help I can give you now, *slut*. Let my man take over..." he moved away and Henry took his place, "he knows what you want, baby girl." Matt didn't look back as he heard Henry's hand smack Margie's backside. He was facing his sister when Margie groaned as the stiff black pole invaded her backside. Lisa moved towards her younger brother, her mouth open and waiting for him. With the sounds of Margie urging her lovers to find a comfortable rhythm and the hot, sexy music in the background, the young man brought his cock to his sister's mouth once again. This time, though, he wasn't gentle like he had been before. He'd watched the four men with his girls and it had gotten to him. They were all incredibly attractive people and the mix of racial features and skin tones proved highly erotic to the young man. He looked over to see Jamal moving his eyes back and forth between the sweaty DP taking place on the love seat to Matt's cock as he worked it in his sister's mouth. When he saw both Jamal and Maurice staring at his burgeoning tool, he put his hand behind Lisa's head and pulled her to him, forcing his thick cock into her throat. "Unghh! Unfff! Gunghh!" Lisa grunted as her brother forced his half-hard cock against the back of her throat. Matt knew that Jamal and Maurice, tough as they are, were bothered by the gagging sounds issued from Lisa's throat. Not Matt, though. He knew Lisa was doing it to add more atmosphere to the already taboo incestuous act. Surrounded by powerful men, Matt thought it was time to exhibit some power of his own. Grabbing a fistful of Lisa's long, dark hair, he pulled her off his burgeoning tool. "Suck it all, slut! Take it all down your throat now!" Matt took his sister's breast in his hand and pulled her erect nipple out from her chest. His fingers rolled the swollen pink bud until Lisa moaned and dropped her mouth over the head of her brother's cock. Between his sister, his mother and Margie, Matt had a hard time deciding who gave the best oral sex. Usually, his answer favored the one he was with at the time. But regardless of who might be *the best*, all three knew exactly what to do and how to do it. Now, it was all about the show that Lisa and Margie seemed to enjoy more each time they performed it. Lisa held her brother's heavy sac in her small palm as she rolled his balls gently in her fingers. Matt groaned as she swallowed his entire pole into her throat, this time not bothering to gag. She kept her lips tight against his shaft where it grew out of him until she heard Maurice comment on it to his friend. When Jamal said that Matt 'obviously... can't be that big' she knew her time was at hand. Margie was having the fuck of her life, riding the crest of a cataclysmic orgasm as two of the most gorgeous male specimens she had every seen were exercising all of their perfectly formed muscles on her behalf. Every grunt and groan was music to her ears; every sweat-inducing pelvic thrust brought their hot, moist ebony flesh into contact with the satin smoothness of her golden skin. Both men were drilling deeper and deeper with each plunge, filling her cunt and her bowels with their thick, meaty shafts. They felt themselves rub against each other, desperate to fill the little China Doll sandwiched between them with all the thick, hot crème they could produce. Back and forth, the men acted in perfect synch as they brought Margie closer and closer to her climax. The sweat-soaked coed looked across to see Lisa deep-throating her brother and she immediately wanted to play with them. As William and Henry fucked her faster and faster, Margie began rolling her hips, grinding her clit against William until she brought herself over the brink. "OHHHH MY GOD!!! FUCKKK MEEEEE!!! I'M COMMMIIIINNNNGGG!!!" Screaming as she climaxed, her cunt and her colon started squeezing the cocks they held on to so tightly, working them, wringing out every drop of semen they produced. "Oh God..." Margie slumped forward against William's sweat-slicked chest, "...thank you. That was fucking perfect, guys...just perfect." Henry withdrew slowly from Margie's ass. When his head popped out, his cum started to trickle out of her anal ring. Reaching behind her, the little dark-haired girl scooped up as much as she could and rubbed it all over her flushed skin. She rose up off of William's deflating hose and moved Henry so he was sitting on the love-seat next to William. Kneeling between them, Margie completed her attentions by sucking the love cocktails off of their cocks and balls. Then kissing each man gently on the cheek, she slithered her way to the couch to help Matt and Lisa complete their incestuous coupling. Margie swayed her hips to the music that infused the room as she got closer to Lisa and Matt. She rubbed her pert breasts and her swollen mound first against Maurice and then Jamal as she moved passed them, playing lightly with their semi-erect organs. "Did I hear you say my *Master's* cock isn't that *big*?" She giggled as she moved passed them and knelt beside Lisa. She dragged a long fingernail under Matt's scrotum, making him shiver. Margie saw the bulge in Lisa's throat as the shiver reached that magnificent tool. "Don't you remember...before...when Henry..." Maurice interrupted the beautiful Chinese girl kneeling in front of him. "Too far away to tell. Besides...look...nobody could take that much and she got him all." "Mmmmh hmmmmmm!!!" Lisa mumbled around her brother's erection. Margie flashed a killer smile at Maurice as she slid her hand up the inside of her firm thigh, dragging her fingers through the moist slit of her swollen pussy lips and then up to her centerfold tits. "You a betting man, Mr. Maurice?" She tweaked her dark pink nipple waiting for his reply. "What you got in mind, honey?" Maurice chuckled, slapping Jamal on the shoulder and drawing a glare in response. Margie smiled at Matt and then turned back to Maurice. "If she has swallowed at least ten inches, then you give me an ounce of your best stash." She took the joint out of Matt's hand and took a hit. After she exhaled, she said, "And not this stuff, either. It's good, but I know you don't carry your best, right?" Jamal, William and Henry started laughing, knowing the girl was correct. Maurice suddenly didn't seem so sure of himself. "And if he under ten? What do I get?" Margie stood and moved to the couch. She slid her body around the tall, muscular black man, pressing her breasts into him and dragging her hard pink nipples across his ebony flesh. Her pussy was sliding over his thickening shaft as she moved against him. "Me," she said. "For a whole weekend, Maurice..." she grabbed his balls and started to squeeze, "no rules, no limits. You can do whatever you want to me...anything, Maurice..." her voice dropped so he could hardly hear her, "anything at all for forty-eight hours." The comments from the posse decided it for Maurice. He asked William to get a tape measure from the toolkit behind the bar. A moment later, Margie had the device in her hand. She knelt next to Lisa again and looked up at the handsome black stud. "Come closer, Mr. Maurice," she curled her finger at him, "I don't want you to accuse me of cheating." He leaned forward and saw Margie press the end of the tape against Matt's groin at the side of his thick stalk. "Okay, baby," she said to Lisa, "time for show-and-tell." Lisa began to pull away from her brother, slowly letting his cock slide out from between her plump, juicy lips. Margie held the tape next to his stiff pole as Lisa moved back. The rest of the men gathered closer; Maurice counted out the inches as more and more of Matt's cock was exposed and measured. When Margie held the 8" mark next to the throbbing meat, she motioned to Lisa to stop moving. Margie looked at Maurice and smiled at him. "Would you like to go double-or-nothing, Mr. Maurice? For the second weekend, I'll pay for the best hotel room in town. You can keep me handcuffed to the bed for forty-eight hours...bring your friends...whatever you want." Maurice almost succumbed to the comments from the posse, but in the end declined her offer. That done, Lisa let the rest of her brother's cock slide out from between her lips. Maurice had his hands around Margie as she held the 10" marker just above the ridge circling his dark cockhead. "Well fuck me...you'll have your ounce before you leave, darling." Margie dropped the tape and licked Matt's pole. Maurice turned to Jamal, his eyes wide and bright. "Ain't never seen a brother and sister do that for real. Is it me, or does it get you in the nuts, too?" Jamal and the others all moaned in agreement. Lisa stood and took a drink of water and then found a lit joint in an ashtray. She took a hit and then gave it to her younger brother. She looked at each of the men in the room, a smile on her all-American cheerleader face. "You guys liked that, huh? Did I tell you guys..." she found Matt's phone and held up the photo of Lisa and her mother, naked in each other's arms. "it was Mom who taught me how to do that for my baby brother?" Lisa sat back on the couch, making room for herself between Jamal and Maurice. Leaning back, with the edge of her ass on the front of the cushion, she threw her right leg over Jamal's left thigh and her left over Maurice's right. Lisa loved this part most of all. Her heart was beating so fast and she could barely speak. Just knowing what was coming was enough to start her cunt lubricating itself and to make her nipples extend themselves on her perfect, firm breasts. Lisa grabbed a thick, hard black cock in both her hands and slowly started to stroke them. "Look," she told them and nodded to where Margie was sliding the end of Matt's cock through Lisa's dripping slit. When she had coated the long, thick stalk and the firm head in cunt crème, Margie put Matt's cockhead inside his sister's pussy lips and started feeding him into her cunt. "The first time my brother fucked me..." A moan interrupted the gorgeous twenty year old as her brother slid the full length of his blood-engorged tool into his sister's cunt. "UNnnnngggghhh...easy, baby...let me get used to it, honey..." She continued stroking the hot, ebony cocks in her small white hands. "The first time, my daddy put Matt's big cock in me and then he and mom watched us." Matt was really fucking his sister now, sliding out until just his head was between her lips and then plunging into her until his groin meshed with hers and his balls slapped against her upturned ass. Lisa leveraged her legs against Maurice and Jamal as her back slid lower and her ass lifted higher, making it easier for her brother to take her hard and deep. "That's it, baby...fuck me...ohhh OHHHH FUCK ME MATTTTTT!!!!!!!!!" The nonstop thrusting of his engorged cock put his sister right over the edge and it was all Matt could do to control his orgasm as her cunt muscles worked his fuck-meat with each spasm. When Lisa stopped trembling, Matt pulled his thick pole out of her well-fucked hole and laid his ten inches across her stomach pointed up at her face. Lisa let go of the ebony flesh she had been gripping so strongly. Now with one hand she held Matt's hot, hard cock and with the other she cradled his full sac. She looked at Jamal and then at Maurice. She smiled across at Margie as she saw her China Doll pleasuring William and Henry, appreciating the contrasting colors where their hands covered Margie's flesh. She blew a kiss to her brother and then spoke again. "Boss..." she looked first at Jamal and then at Maurice, "Mister Maurice...what you think now? Isn't family love just the best?" She looked across at William and Henry as she stroked Matt. "And you two...oh my God!...you are so beautiful...even money says any of the women in your families would have you in a minute – if they haven't already!" Lisa lifted her brother's cock, aiming it towards her mouth and scraped her fingernail against the soft underside of sac. "Boss," her voice was deep and breathy, "I bet you have a sister or a cousin you would like to do this to..." She scraped his sac once again and Matt let one long spurt of his cum fly at his sister's face. With some of the cum on her tongue and the rest on her chin, she turned to Maurice. "And you, baby? You dream of doing this to your sister?" And again, she coaxed another long stream from her brother's cock. This time she displayed the cum in her mouth before swallowing it down. Matt pulled his cock off Lisa's stomach and pushed it back into her cunt where he shot two more thick streams of his cum into his sister. Then just as quickly, he pulled away and turned to Margie. She stood in front of him with her arms reaching up and clasping him around the neck. He lifted her curvy little golden butt in his hands and her legs wrapped around his hips. Margie moaned as her Master dropped her slick pussy lips over his swollen cockhead and plunged into her hot gripping cunt. Her diamond-hard nipples scraped his skin as she felt him release the rest of his climax. They kissed hard and deep as he emptied himself into this perfect young girl, feeling their connection and their love once more. When he was through, Matt lifted her off his softening cock and laid her down on the coffee table in front of his sister. He took Lisa's hand and lifted her up, kissing her deeply as well as he guided her to Margie. She knelt above her girlfriend's face, her heart pounding so hard she thought she would pass out. Matt hadn't really pushed her into anything too outrageous since the drive back to school...until now! She squeezed her pussy muscles rhythmically, thankful once again for Margie's exercise tips, until her brother's crème slid out of her gaping hole and unto Margie's open mouth. Then Lisa dropped her head to Margie's bare mound and in a well-practiced move, they rolled over so Margie was now straddling Lisa's face. Margie sat up, her swollen lips hanging several inches above Lisa's hungry mouth. She looked at her Master and smiled as she started to gently roll her hips. She closed her eyes and thought, for just a moment, about her childhood in Taiwan. Little girls were taught at school, from the earliest years, that they must exercise their vaginal muscles *every day of their lives* or they would lose their husbands after they had a child. That was nonsense, of course...but she was certainly happy with the results regardless. Lisa was happy with the results, too, as she saw her brother's thick semen fall slowly from Margie's beautiful pussy and collect in her hungry hole. This time, after the exchange, Margie leaned forward and started licking and sucking Lisa's gash and Lisa did the same to her. Using their fingers to hold cunt lips apart and ass cheeks spread open, they exposed themselves fully to the four black men who would become very close, very special friends sooner than anyone might have imagined. And as they had done to each other so often before, fingers and lips and tongues brought both of them to resounding orgasms, each of them losing themselves in the moment...in their fantasies... and in their dreams. When the girls came back to reality, Matt was already back in his clothes as were the beautiful black men of the pool hall posse. William had rung a waitress to bring some fresh towels and he gave them to the girls so they could clean off. Maurice went to his office and then returned with a package for Matt and a smaller package for Margie. He wasn't surprised when she handed her bag to Matt as well. "Call me, young man," Maurice said, "before you get rid of any of that." He nodded at the larger package. "And be very careful," he laughed, "with that." This time he motioned towards the small bag. The girls were dressed and ready to go in minutes. *"They look as good leaving as they did walking in earlier. Better," thought Matt, "more confidence."* He realized Jamal was saying something to him. "Sorry, J..." he shook his head at his sister, "I couldn't take my eyes off her. What did you say?" Jamal chuckled quietly at his new friend. "I understand Matt...I truly do. What I said was take my card..." he held it out for Matt, "it has my cell number and my email. Send me pictures of you and the girls and your friends...and your cars and license plate numbers, okay? I'll make sure it gets circulated around." Jamal looked around the room, making sure everything was under control. He smiled as he saw Lisa and Margie flirting with William and Henry as they waited for Matt. Then he noticed Maurice on the phone at the bar, smiling and then replacing the receiver on its cradle. Maurice walked over to Matt and put a long arm around the young man's shoulder. "Taxi out front for you, Bowie." Matt looked puzzled and then Jamal started to laugh. "You still got it, Mo," he said. "David Bowie," he explained to Matt, "you know...Thin White Duke? That David Bowie?" Jamal laughed again. "You're too young, Bowie, but I like your style." He called the others over to the door and they all walked back out to the main room. "Now remember to call Maurice tomorrow. He know you gonna sell that weed – he just wants to make sure you in a safe territory and your price in line with his boys." And with that last piece of advice, Jamal put Matt and the girls into the cab waiting in front of the club. "Saturday night pretty exciting down here. Call me if you gonna come back for dinner or later tomorrow." The door closed and the cab sped away. Jamal looked at Maurice and grinned. "He told me it's gonna be Parent's Weekend in a couple weeks. Momma be coming in for that... and a whole lot more..."

Britania's Ordeal The young Dark Dragoon leaned against the solid rock face of Mount Ordeals, wiping the undead ichor from her lance with a cloth. She had spent most of the day trekking up the sacred mountain, fighting off the animated corpses and restless spirits of the dead that guarded Ordeals' secrets from the unworthy. Her name was Britania Strangeways, and she hailed from the Kingdom of Baron. Long ago this mountain had been sealed, and the great hero Cecil Harvey and his allies had fought their way to the peak of Ordeals, to redeem the Dark Knight's spirit and gain the power needed to defeat the dark forces of Zemus the Lunarian, though they hadn't known that at the time. Later on in their quest, a long sealed segment of Ordeals had opened up, offering trials to test the worthiness to fight of several of the great heroes of the Crystal War. Legend had it that the entrance to the Cave of Trials still existed, but only revealed itself to one who was worthy. But the peak of Ordeals still offered hope to any who could make their way to the Hall of Mirrors. Usually one attempted the journey with others who wished to prove themselves worthy, redeem past sins, or receive a token enhancing personal power or might. For some it unlocked the power of the grandest of magics, Meteor, Holy, Quick, and the power to call upon the God of Summoned Monsters himself, Bahamut. But Britania wasn't here for any of those reasons. She had been raised by the state of Baron and had for a long time held a place in its army. Her rare skill to wield a lance in the tradition of the Dragoons, to wear the armor of the Dark Knights, and to cast the spells of a Black Mage was a rare and somewhat unique combination indeed. She pushed off the wall, having regained her breath. The split peak of Ordeals wasn't too far above her, she could see the bridge to the Hall of Mirrors, and about a hundred feet below that, the spot where Scarmiglione fell to his death, at the hands of the Great Heroes. His second death, actually, maybe his third. Britania wasn't quite sure what Scarmiglione was in the first place anyway. Britania climbed Ordeals not for glory, or redemption, or for power, but for knowledge. Knowledge not of magic but of herself, and of her family. She had been orphaned the day she had been brought into the world, birthed from a sorceress known only as Elena, a near-mad mystic that had arrived in Baron via Mysidia's Serpent Road. She had been dressed in Mysidian robes, but as far as anyone could determine that was not her place of birth. As best as anyone ever found, Elena of the Strange Ways had been a pilgrim journeying to Ordeals, an easily noticeable person in the town of mages due to her tall, statuesque beauty, porcelain skin, and lilac hair. She had gone to Ordeals on her own, and seemed to have returned an insane wreck. She found work as a mixer of potions for one of Baron's goods merchants, where her knowledge of medicine and magic could be utilized, and her mutterings to herself about scaled beasts and terrible deeds committed below the earth were kept away from the ears of paying customers. Elena had died in childbirth, and none were surprised. She had never been the healthiest of individuals. Magic took a great deal out of a person, those who devoted their lives in whole to it by their sacrifice, and training the mind over the body ended up with a weak constitution and a frail physique. By all accounts, Elena had been a powerful sorceress, she had shown mastery of powerful White and Black magics, and a hint of the use of Grey, the rare Space and Time magic that was practiced by few, and understood by even less. For so young a woman to wield so great a power, she would have had to make great sacrifices indeed. As powerful a sorceress as Elena had been, she wasn't quite in touch with the real world. She often forgot to eat, she never seemed to notice wounds, which often got infected. The fact that she had been suffering from the terrible pains of Ghoul Fever when she arrived in Baron hadn't helped either. Her body had been made even more frail from the terrible wasting disease that she had never recovered from. But despite it all, Britania had come into the world a healthy child with a full head of lavender hair. It had earned her the taunting words of the other children in her youth, and she had dyed it the moment she figured out how to do so on her own, a practice she kept up to this day. Though less often than she used to, as her helmet covered her hair most of the time, allowing her to let it grow out a bit before needing to recolor it again. If her hair had been silver, as that of the royal family was, odds were she wouldn't have been mocked. Nor if she had been raised in Mist, where strange hair colors were the norm and indicative of a strong ability in summoning. But it was lilac, and she was born in Baron, and so things occurred as they did. What she quested after was the knowledge of her family, who her mother had been before her madness, who her father was, where her kin had come from, and if any still lived. Thoughts of her goal filled the Dragoon's mind as her body glided effortlessly in battle, her spear whistling through the air, knocking skeletons to pieces. Britania rounded a corner and found her breath caught in her chest. What stood in front of her, perhaps a few strides away were strange creatures, not the undead and damned spirits she had fought on the way up, but strange creatures. They appeared to be women from the waist up, beautiful women at that, but serpents from the waist down. Five had radiant sea green hair, the scales of their tails a scintillating pink with shimmering blue markings. Four were blonde, with the pattern of a diamondback rattlesnake on their serpentine halves. Two more sported pale blue skin and metallic blue scales with navy spots upon their bodies. The last featured pale porcelain skin, and scales of brilliant gold and red. It was the latter three that gave Britania pause, for they had hair of purest lilac, the very shade of her own. The Dragoon ducked back behind the corner. Lamias, that's what they were called. There were legends that they appeared on Ordeals, but they were thought to be nothing but myth. They were believed to inhabit the Tower of Bab-il alone, and no where else in the world. But here were a dozen individuals where none were supposed to be! Living beings did not reside on Ordeals, at least not for long. Undead did cluster in groups, but never more than a handful at a time, easily able to be handled. But twelve of these she-creatures was definitely beyond the Dark Dragoon's own capabilities. They were too spread out to all target with a single lightning bolt, and even with her famed Dragon Jump, Britania was sure to be mobbed on the ground while she recovered between leaps. She peeked around the corner, judging the distance, maybe she could use her Dragon Jump to hop over them and make a retreat? The stairwell to the next level of Ordeals was nearby, and monsters tended to avoid the stairs as they were treacherous places. While the spirits could simply float around, the clumsy skeletons and zombies might accidentally end their un-lives with a careless misstep. Britania wasn't sure how well a Lamia could slither up stairs, but she was willing to take the chance. She stepped out from behind the ledge and tensed her legs for the jump. The golden-scaled Lamia turned, apparently deciding to talk to another one of her group, and caught Britania out of the corner of her eye. The serpent woman turned her head quickly, meeting Britania's gaze. The Dragoon couldn't break eye contact, she couldn't move, all she could do was stare. Oh no. she thought, no, no no! She recalled her lessons on Bab-il creatures, and recalled the mind-warping gaze of the Lamia, that which could bind the heart of even the most powerful warrior to the will of the she-snake. She wanted to run, wanted to flee, but she couldn't move an inch. She could feel the unwanted emotion rising up in her, noticing for the first time that the creatures wore no clothing only a few items of jewelery. Rings, tiaras, and bracelets mostly. An unwanted heat began to build in her loins as desire filled her, a desire for the female form that had been present at times in her life, but often ignored and never acted upon. The golden Lamia crooked a finger, and Britania found herself walking towards them, placing her spear in its harness across her back. "Look at this, sisters," the golden Lamia said, "A new female plaything for our amusement." One of the blues slithered up to Britania, her hands tracing over the Dragoon's armor. "A warrior, powerful and beautiful as well. A wonderful prize." she purred. The other blue did much the same, removing Britania's helm. "Indeed, such a pretty face and such fair skin. A rare specimen of beauty. A pity that she hides her body in armor." The rattlers conversed amongst themselves for a moment, giggling before slithering over, dexterous hands working straps and buckles, beginning to strip the warrior of her armor and weapons. In a few moments Britania stood dressed in nothing save her undergarments, gauntlets, greaves, and boots. She lowered her head and blushed deeply. "Oh sisters, it seems we have a demure little pet to p..." the gold paused, slithering closer, her clawed fingertip running over the crown of Britania's head, running over the lilac roots of her hair. The lead Lamia backed away, a fanged grin on her beautiful face, "Sisters, it appears that we may have more than a pet here. Tell me, pet, can you cast spells?" Britania found herself nodding and speaking in a dreamy voice, completely enraptured by the golden Lamia, "Yes, Mistress. I am able to utilize Black magic of a mid line level." The Lamia's smile widened, "Excellent. Sisters, we have finally found a subject for the ritual that we have traveled here to discover. The Ascension of Gia has found its first subject of this day and age." Those words seemed to please the other Lamias greatly. Britania, in her mind-controlled state, couldn't help but feel proud that she had brought them joy, though the name Gia associated with the ritual sent a shiver though her body, the part of her that was still under her own control wincing at the mention of it. Gia was a name associated with forbidden knowledge, the legends told of her in centuries past, a sorceress who desired immortality for the sake of knowledge. She wished to gather all that could be known, and knew that a human lifetime was insufficient for the task. She had extended her life, giving up her humanity piece by piece for extensions to her lifespan. She became a monster for knowledge, and her discoveries had brought many creatures into the world. "You may call me Mistress Ralael, little sister." the golden Lamia said, placing a hand on the small of Britania's back, guiding her forward, "And what are you called?" "Britania Strangeways, Mistress." the Dragoon found herself replying. Ralael nodded, making a motion with her other hand becoming the other Lamias on. "Well, Britania, you may consider yourself incredibly lucky. I do not know what your reasoning for being on this mountain is, but my sisters and I have acquired the item we have sought, and now have the perfect subject with which to use it upon." "Gather her armor and bring it along." the Lamia leader instructed her smaller, pink scaled kin, "She might wish use of it later. Study tonight sisters, for tomorrow we grant Britania her freedom from this weak body." The five Lamias nodded, doing as they were told, while the rest followed behind Britania and Ralael. "You are about to have a great honor bestowed upon you, little sister." Ralael said to her Dragoon pet, "You will be the first since the Crystal Wars to undergo this ritual, which was lost to our race when the paladin Cecil slew our kin coming down this very mount." "Our kin, Mistress?" Britania asked, curious. "Why, yes, little one. Our kin." Ralael said with a smile. "Why do you keep calling me little sister?" "Because you are. You're one of us, born of a union of human and Lamia." the Lamia leader purred, finding delight in informing Britania of her heritage. The Dragoon shivered, not from the chill of the approaching night and her state of undress, but from the knowledge just bestowed upon her. She had set out to take on Ordeals, in order to learn of her family and where she had come from, and know she knew the answers to her questions. She had been conceived by a serpent creature. The blood of monsters flowed through her veins. Britania shivered once again, realizing sage advice present in the words "Be careful what you wish for." -o- The Dragoon sat on Ralael's tail as the Lamias gathered around the fire in a hidden cavern below Ordeals. This particular cave featured a path between the Underground and the surface world. The maze of tunnels beneath the earth was impassible to any who did not already know the way, making it a wonderful place to shelter from unwanted discovery. An hour's trek lead them to a wide cavern with a Traveler's Field in the center, a runic circle that would produce a fire that would burn for hours with only meager fuel, and put off a calming scent that made fighting difficult and kept beast-minded monsters away. Britania had followed the Lamias at Ralael's side, walking peacefully, silently, speaking only when spoken to due to the enchantment placed upon her. Despite this, she had managed to learn a great deal. Ralael took it upon herself to instruct the half-Lamia in the aspects of a heritage that the Dragoon hadn't known existed but a few hours before. Ralael was the designated Matriarch of this band of Lamias due to her age, experience, strength, and skill. A Lamia's scale coloration showed her strength and her power. The pink and blue coloration was that of a juvenile, one who had yet to tap into skill in combat, casting, or racial abilities. Britania learned the names of the five youths, Tyilae, Eodai, Eori, Haili, and Istyria, though matching the names to the proper Lamia was beyond her. The rattler Lamias, Ailoru, Naena, Tyasri, and Dairith were all warriors, skilled combatants with fangs and claws. They were a new sort of Lamia that though ritual enhanced their own serpentine aspects. They lacked the Charm gaze of the other elders, but their fangs and claws were capable of injecting a powerful poison, and the strikes of their powerful tails could render a foe unable to move. The two blues, Isur and Aena, were magic users, one Black and one White. In most groups, either would be strong enough to be the Matriarch. But with such an important task as the recovery of the Ascension of Gia, which Britania still hadn't learned a thing about, the group was under the command their Queen Ralael. Apparently she was that much more a cut above her fellows than would normally be found in such a small band. Rather than a title of royalty, Queen was a title of skill and prestige, of one who was a master of both hand to hand combat and magic use. Britania had seen Ralael's skill in action, devastating a Mythril golem with a Flare spell, one of the most powerful Black magic spells in existence, far, far ahead of Britania herself was able to cast. Britania sat, finishing off the cup of tea that Ralael had given her, watching the Lamias prepare for bed. Some just curled up their tails and rested atop them, while others coiled around one another, sleeping in a serpentine hug that reminded the Dragoon of snakes balling together for protection and warmth. The four rattlers entwined their lower bodies in a way that allowed them to avoid laying their upper bodies on the bare ground, and wrap their arms around another at the same time. They all looked happy and peaceful, several shared passionate kisses with one another before drifting off to sleep. The Dragoon couldn't help but lick her lips, imagining what that must feel like. She felt the needful ache in her loins intensify, the persistent result of the constantly renewed Charm spell. Seeing the lamias act as they did brought forth from the back of her mind a question. "You like what you see?" Ralael asked with a grin. Britania nodded, "Very much so, Mistress. But I do have a question." "Ask." purred the Lamia Queen, taking the empty cup from her pet's hands. "Where are the male Lamias?" the Dragoon asked. "Why, they're right here of course." Ralael said, gesturing to the rest of the band. "But you all look like females." Britania replied, not understanding. Ralael just chuckled. "Let me show you." she whispered, slipping her fingers into Britania's panties and drawing a gasp from the enthralled Dragoon as the Lamia caressed her nether lips. Britania felt... confused. Her desire was finally being attended to, but she felt conflicted, even under the influence of the Charm spell. She wanted Ralael, wanted to pleasure her, wanted to be pleasured by her. But the unpleasant sting of the punishment that had been inflicted upon her when she had kissed another girl as a youth leaped to mind as a half-remembered warning against such acts. She was magically bound, her desire artificial. She wanted sex, but she knew her lust wasn't her own. It was rape of a sort, and then again it wasn't. It felt wrong, but it also felt so right. Britania couldn't make up her mind as to if her feelings were real or false. She was half Lamia, and she wasn't bound by human culture any more. Ralael was a leader of her people, if she would engage in this, than it was okay in Lamia society. But then again... But... but... but... argument and counterargument filled the Dragoon's mind. But all evaporated as she suddenly found her head pressed against a large, pale skinned breast pressed against her face, a lavender nipple forced into her mouth. "Pleasure me." came the command from the Lamia Queen, and the bound Britania had no choice put to obey. She slipped off her gauntlets, her bare hands sliding over the Lamia's smooth skin and even smoother scales, running down the sides of her body, down to the Ralael's hips, moving inward on her scaled underbelly, back up to her trim, muscled tummy, and up to her beautiful, full breasts. This wasn't her own action, Britania decided. She was being forced to do this, yes. A warrior of Baron magically compelled to pleasure a monster against her will. She was a young woman forced to take part in, and enjoy, the act of lesbianism. It was definitely rape. And with that decided the Dragoon was finally free to fully act, one hand moving from Ralael's breast to her own, following the Queen's own hand into her underthings, hooking her thumb in the band and pulling them down. Britania pulled her head away from the Lamia's breast, allowing herself to remove her panties entirely. Ralael aided her pet in her undressing, a simple motion with her clawed finger cutting Brit's bra in half and tossing it aside disdainfully. Her forked tongue slithered out, circling the Dragoon's breast in a slow spiral before coming to the sensitive center and rubbing the nipple, which sent a shiver through Britania's body and drew a moan from her lips. The Lamia curled her tail back, allowing Britania to kneel with her mistress' tail between her legs, the Dragoon's moist sex rubbing against the smooth scales of Ralael's underbelly. Britania's hands sought the slit she had noticed on the Lamia's underside, a thin area where the plate-like belly scales split in half. Her fingers parted it easily, finding the warm, wet folds of the she-snake's sex. Her fingers moved upward. The Lamia was cunt designed to accommodate the exit of eggs and thereby making it larger than the human version, or so Britania thought. About halfway up her hands encountered something she hadn't expected. It was something just as warm and wet, but hard as well. Ralael pulled her head back from the half-breed's breast, allowing Britania to watch in rapt fascination as the Lamia Queen's cock slid free from its confinement. The Dragoon understood the Queen's words, the Lamias were all male, and all female, both in one. The sight sent a shiver through her body, she was more aroused than she had ever been before, looking down at the Lamia Queen's cock. It wasn't at all like that of a human's, nor was it like that of a serpent's, though it shared features of both. The same lilac shade as Ralael's hair and nipples, the shaft was large, perhaps sixteen inches in length, but thin looking. The twin heads, one above the other, were about an inch and a half in diameter and were kind of triangular in shape, the two tips coming to a point. Compared to a human length, one seemed to be upside down, with the slight split facing upward. It tapered down slowly, growing thicker until it was as big around as Britania's wrist at the base, covered in strange conical nodules, aligned in two rows on the elliptical shaped shaft, bigger up and down than it was left to right. The nodules grew larger the further down they were, until they stopped two thirds of the way down the length, where the shaft thickened and became rounded, a number of thick rings appearing. Britania knew what they were for, having once visited a store that sold pleasure objects for women, just out of curiosity. The texture added pleasure, supposedly. She shivered again, a cascade of her juices leaking onto Ralael's tail. The Dragoon wrapped her hands around the solid section of tail, slowly bringing them up the slick length, and back down again. She raised her head, looking into her mistress' face, smiling as she rose up and prepared to lower herself onto Ralael's rod, but the Lamia placed a hand in her lap, pushing her back down. "No, my pet, you must be pure for your Ascension in the morning. You haven't mated a male in the past week have you?" The half-breed shook her head, it had been a long time since she had sex, period. She had had a few men in her life, but most of her pleasure came from her own fingers, except for those the times she had been stationed on Kaipo patrol. All alone in the middle of nowhere, with no one but her riding lizard to keep her company. "Good." Ralael purred, lifting Britania up by the waist with ease, sliding the Dragoon's legs over her shoulders, bringing Britania's sex up against her lips, her long tongue immediately diving into the Dragoon's depths. Britania felt her muscles turn to water at the pleasure of it. She had never felt such pleasure, the Lamia's skilled tongue twisting about inside of her, caressing all the right places, her upper lip moving in such a way to stimulate Britania's clit. The Dragoon moaned with pleasure as the Ralael's hands found her breasts. It was sheer sexual bliss. She didn't mind at all when the Lamia curled her tail upwards, bringing the tip of her maleness to Britania's mouth. She opened her lips wide, allowing the Lamia Queen's cock to enter, slipping down into her throat with ease. Being partially serpent explained something that Britania had discovered about herself a young age due to numerous eating related dares and contests. She had no gag reflex, allowing her to gulp down whatever she could fit in her mouth. She mmmed around her mistress' member, eyes closing in bliss as she sucked, delighting in the salty sweet taste of the precum that seemed to leak from those small nodules. She felt Ralael's tail coiling around her body, soft scales pressing against her skin, a hug that no human would ever be able to duplicate. She could feel the tension building in her body, the hot pressure of climax in her belly. She didn't want to cum, not yet. She wanted this wonderful embrace to go on forever. But Ralael's skill was too much for her. A muffled moan escaped her throat as she crossed her legs behind the Lamia's head, pushing her sex against Ralael's face. The Lamia mmmed happily, her agile tongue quickly lapping up Britania sweet nectar. The she-serpent uncoiled from the Dragoon, shifting her eagerly sucking pet into a different position, allowing herself to lay down with the half-breed's lips still wrapped around her cock. She placed a hand on Britania's head. "Sleep." she commanded, "You will bring me pleasure filled dreams as we both rest." -o- The Dragoon awoke the next morning after dreams of dragons and serpents seducing her, snuggling with her, mounting her, filling her with eggs. Dreams where her body grew covered with scales. Dreams where she slithered on her belly and hunted rodents. Dreams where she burned villages to the ground with her fire breath. Dreams where she ruled a scaled empire atop a golden throne. She awoke without the burning in her loins of the Charm spell. She awoke with Ralael's hard, erect cock in her mouth. The half-breed pulled away slowly, letting the Lamia Queen's dick slip from her mouth, thread of sticky precum linking her lips and the lavender shaft. She wiped them away with her hand, making slow movements, not wanting to awaken the Lamia while she was still in control of herself. Britania sat up, looking around. The rest of the Lamia band was still asleep. Her eyes darted around the cavern, seeking her spear. The Dragoon attempted to ignore the feeling of fullness from her belly, a pleasant, warm, liquid fullness. She found her Dark Spear resting on the rock that Ralael was pressed up against. It wasn't quite in arms' reach, but if she leaned just a bit, she could grab it. The fire had died, the calming scent no longer in the air. The Lamia Queen was defenseless. This was her opportunity to escape. But did she really want to escape? Her lavender hair, her lack of a gag reflex, the attraction to females and scaled creatures that had been present for her entire life. Her mother's pregnancy beginning after her return from Ordeals was more than mysterious. The pieces fit. They made sense. But Elena Strangeways had had lilac hair as well. Could it be that Britania wasn't half-Lamia? She looked down at the sleeping form of Ralael, she looked so beautiful, so wonderful, the perfect ideal of beauty to Britania's mind. To humans she would be considered perverse, finding the ideal lover being one possessing a female form. She would be called worse than that if anyone had every discovered her literal love of riding lizards, the creatures that thrived in the dry heat of the desert where chocobos could not. The Dragoon had traveled to Ordeals to find the answer to the question of her ancestry, and she had found it here, with creatures that the rest of the world called monsters. She had been sired by one of them, by a creature who was male and female, able to satisfy her eyes and fill her sex. What would be awaiting her if she returned to Baron? Nothing but a rigid military structure that would not understand her natural desires, that would shun her for them. She knew that it was a one in a million chance that she would find a mate, a true mate. Someone who understood her, loved her, accepted her, knew of her desires and her heritage and embraced them. Britania stood and smiled. This was where she belonged. She knew in her heart what she was. She wouldn't deny it any longer. Nor would she keep up the lie she had told herself the previous night. She had thought the Charm spell had begun to fade as she ate dinner last night, but she dismissed the idea, since the ache in her loins had remained. It wasn't the false need of the spell that had aroused her, but her own desire. She had made love to Ralael of her own desire and her own free will. She walked to the fire pit, tossing a chunk of dried mushroom into the ashes, using the flame rod placed nearby to set it alight. She looked over her body in the light of the flames. Pale, perfect skin, always free from even a single hair that was not upon her head another oddity explained away by her Lamia blood. As Britania thought, more and more pieces of the puzzle that was her life slide into place. She smiled and shook her head, she could not return to Baron, not knowing what she knew, not having felt what she had experienced with Ralael. She shivered as she recalled the sensations that the Queen's tongue had given her, something no human could every replicate. This was what she was. This was her family. For the first time in her life, Britania truly fit in. She was little different that any of the she-serpents around her, save for the fact that she walked upon two legs, rather than slithered about on a scaled tail. But that didn't seem to matter them. They called her 'little sister.' Even under Ralael's thrall, the Queen had treated her well. The she-serpent's soft touch, guiding her and making sure she didn't get lost. The Queen always moving with Britania by her side, arm around her, pulling her close against the Lamia's own body. She treated the half-breed far better than any commanding officer ever had. And the other Lamias? They had been kind, friendly, playful. Naked, save for her boots, in a cavern beneath Mount Ordeals, surrounded by she-serpents that the rest of the surface world despised, dried Lamia saliva between her legs, still moist precum on her face and neck, Britania felt something that she never had before. For the first time in her life, Britania truly felt at home. She smiled and warmed herself by the fire, hearing the yawns of Isur and Aena, the two mage-serpents stirring from slumber. Britania placed the tea kettle on the fire, preparing the morning tea. She gasped softly as the two blue Lamias coiled around her, each kissing a side of her neck. "Good morning, little sister." Aena whispered into her ear, the White mage identifiable by her darker hair, thicker build and her bracelets, alternating red and white triangles set into silver, the universal mark of White magic. "I'm glad you've decided to stay with us." Isur purred into the other, her hair worn looser than that of the other magic user. She also wore a tiara with a black gemstone and fingerless black gloves. "H-how did you know?" Britania said softly. "Because you had the opportunity to poke Ralael with your spear..." said Aena. "But you didn't." concluded Isur. The two mages true biological sisters, twins. The two sat by the fire, waiting for the water to heat, Aena patted a place on her tail for Britania to sit on, which she did. "We are Lorekeepers," Isur began. "We have thought long and hard about what you have told us about yourself." Aena added. Britania had, on command, told the Lamias about herself, her upbringing, her history, and some of her fears, desires, and dreams. "And we believe we can fill in several gaps about your mother, and your father." Isur concluded. The Dragoon smiled, "Wonderful. I would love to know, but first there's another question I'd like answered, if you can." Both sisters nodded. "Go ahead," said Aena, "We will do our best to answer." Isur finished. "What exactly is this Ascension of Gia ritual that I'm supposed to be a part of?" The mages chuckled and told her, a grin appearing on Britania's face. She could hardly wait to begin.

Title: Dr Mabuse SOI: Harry & Faith Tags: faith pulled, sister faith, sat father, good harry, special assignment, faith back, faith sat, faith began, train back, nice home I was in my first year of college when Pearl Harbor was attacked. By the end of the following summer, I was drafted. My name is Harry is this is my story. I grew up in the south suburbs of Minneapolis with my younger sister and parents. I was still living at home when I was in college and going to boot camp was the first time that I had been away from my hometown. Boot camp was tough but I did enjoy being in a warmer climate during wintertime than being in Minnesota. Boot camp had ended and I was waiting for my next assignment when my staff sergeant called me into his office. He handed me a telegram and told me that I had granted two weeks leave. My mother had unexpectedly died and I was to come home for the funeral. Being granted leave for any reason was unheard of during wartime but I assumed my father's cousin who was influential in Minnesota politics pulled a string for us. That afternoon I was on the first train back to Minneapolis. The train pulled into our union station almost 48 hours later. I was tired from the journey and sad from the journey's purpose. I was walking off the platform with my duffel bag when I saw my father waving to me. I waved back to him and to my sister who were waiting for me. I now remembered why my sister, Faith, reminded me of Carole Lombard. Faith has tall, thin, fair skin, pale blue eyes, natural blond hair that slightly curled at her shoulders, and wore almost no makeup except for lipstick. I dropped my duffel bag as Faith hugged me. My father, Frank, shook my hand in his usual stoic manner and welcomed me home. It was nice to be home after months of being with only the guys and the sparse military living. "I'm so glad that you were able to come home" smiled Faith, "We really missed you. Mom and I were so happy to get a letter from you and see how you were doing." "Glad to have you home, son." said my father, "I am glad the service let you come home for the funeral." I could see that my father had pulled some strings in his slight smile. I asked, "What happened to Mom? She seemed to be in good health when I left." Frank said sadly, "She seemed to be in good health, never complained about feeling bad, wasn't sick, although she worried about you. Sunday afternoon, I found her on the kitchen floor. Doctor said it was her heart that stopped" Faith and I were quiet as my father drove us home. Faith occasional had to wipe a tear away. As my father talked, I began to realize how their lives had changed since I had been away. Food, cigarettes, tires and gasoline were being rationed and what I used to take for granted was now scarce. On the bright side, my father took a new job at the local defense plant and was making better money than he ever had during the depression. My sister had graduated high school and was debating whether to go to college or make the good money at the plant. Our car pulled into the asphalt driveway of our white frame house. I thought how nice it was to be home again as I carried my duffle to my old room. It had been a long couple of days and I immediately fell asleep in my old bed. I woke up the next morning, dressed in my uniform, and joined my father and sister. We drove to the funeral home. I got to spend some time thinking about my mother as I sat next to her casket. The funeral home had done a very good job and she looked happy surrounded by baskets of flowers. Soon our friends and relatives arrived and most of the conversations were about how sorry they were and catching up with each other's lives. I lost count of talking about how military life was treating me. After a few hours, our pastor came in for a small speech and then we walked to the churchyard nearby where my mother was buried. It was sad for us and I could see that it was real hard on my sister. I put my arm around her shoulder as we walked back to where our car was parked. It was a very long and silent ride back home. We drove home and my uncle and his wife were already there waiting for us. They were going to fix dinner for us so that we could relax the rest of the day. My father went into the living room and propped open the lid of the console radio. The radio buzzed softly after being turned on and after Frank adjusted the station dial to his favorite program, he sat in his easy chair. Faith had changed into a blouse and slacks. She was going to help in the kitchen but our aunt told her to relax and wait for dinner. I could see that she didn't know what to do and I was getting bored just standing around too. "You want to throw the baseball around like we used to?" I asked "I'd love to play catch" smiled Faith, "Wait here and I'll get the ball and gloves!" I watched as she went up the stairs. She really did look like Lombard, especially in those slacks. She threw my glove down the stairway which I caught and then I followed her into the backyard. It was like old times as we threw the baseball back and forth. I could see that the day's events were fading from her mind as she began to smile and talk. Playing catch was good for me also. It seemed like the ball passed between our hands for hours when our aunt yelled out the back door and told us it was dinner time. The family sat down for a chicken dinner and later my father thanked our aunt for using her sugar and coffee rations when dessert was served. It was starting to get late when our relatives left and the three of us went to bed. It had been a long day but as I was falling asleep, I was thinking how much fun I had tossing the ball with Faith. The next day was Sunday and the day our family always went to church. Since my father worked long evening hours, we went to the noon meeting and we did get to sleep in late. I awoke around eleven, cleaned up and dressed in my dress uniform. As I walked down the stairway, I could smell the coffee and baked biscuits coming from the kitchen. My father was already dressed in his suit eating at the table. Faith had made the breakfast and was already dressed for church. She was beautiful as ever with a floral dress with white dress shoes to match. She and I sat with my father and ate a quick breakfast. I helped Faith clean up and we left for church. In church, Faith sat between me and my father. I was distracted by the perfume she had on and all during the church service thought how nice she smelled. After service, we chatted for an hour with the other church members then went home. At home, we snacked on yesterday's leftovers and talked. Soon my father was getting ready for work and he came into the kitchen to wish us a good evening. After he left, Faith and I sat on the swing on the front porch. We chatted about what she was going to do after school and what the military was like. After about an hour, I went back into the living room and and turned on the radio. The NBC Red network was playing some local big band music from the local affiliate. I turned up the sound to where we could hear it on the porch. Then I went to the fridge and grabbed two cold Grain Belt beer bottles. I sat back on the swing with Faith and handed her one. "Like old times" Faith grinned, "Still sneaking Dad's beer for us to drink." "I think that I have better excuses now" I chuckled, "I know he still doesn't know you drink beer once in awhile. He will think that I drank them both and I don't think he will care. Dad has more respect for me since I'm in the service and thinks I'm a man now." "I know" said my sister, "He says that a lot when you are not around. To me, you are still my brother who likes to be with me. I think of you as still a kid like me." We just sat on the swing for awhile and enjoyed the music as the sun and our beer was going down. It had started to get dark when these sirens in the neighbor went off. I looked at my sister and yelled to her over the sirens, "What is this all about?" Faith cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled to me, "It the air raid sirens and it's a blackout. We need to go inside!" I looked confused and I didn't understand what was going on and followed her inside. Inside the sirens whined in the background but we could speak in a normal voice. "What is it all about?" I asked. Faith started to laugh and said, "You really have been out of touch." Becoming more serious, she said, "This is civil defense stuff and when the sirens go off, we have to turn out all our lights or block the light from the windows or doors. We can be fined by the air wardens if we don't" I looked out the windows and could see the lights turning off around the neighborhood. I said, "I don't think there is much chance of enemy bombers hitting Minnesota but I understand why. Well, lets do what we have too as I don't want Dad to be fined. Boy, he'd be mad about that." Faith smiled at me and began to close the curtains in the house as I went through the house turning out any lights. We met back in the living room.The last light was the amber glow of our radio dial but the curtains blocked that from the outside. "Is it OK to play the radio during these blackouts?" Faith nodded her head yes and I switched the station as Glenn Miller was doing a live broadcast from New York at 7:30. It was strange being in a darken town. "Do these last long?" Faith sighed, "Sometimes they last for hours. When the sirens sound again, we can turn the lights back on. I'm glad you are here with me. I get scared sometimes when we have blackouts and since Dad is at work and mom is gone... I don't know what I will do when I'm by myself? By the faint light, I could see tears glistening on my sisters' cheek. I walked to her and after reassuringly hugging her, held her as she put her chin on my shoulder. I noticed the broadcast was starting and as the sound of Moonlight Serenade began to fill our living room, I started to dance with her. I held her close as we shuffled around our room and the smell of my sister's perfume filled my head. I was feeling good holding my sister close and noticing my cock starting to thicken. My hand began to stroke her blond hair as we moved around the room. For some reason and I really don't know why, my hand moved from her hair to the pull of her dress zipper. Slowly,I pulled the zipper down the back of her dress. My heart started to pound as I realized what I was doing and my sister never said anything or moved away. Faith held me close as the music played. My hand that unzipped her dress slid between her dress and her silk slip. I could felt the cool of her of her smooth silk slip and her body heat as my hand rested on her butt cheek. It seemed like hours passed while we held each other then Faith took her chin off my shoulder and looked deep into my eyes. Faith kissed me hard on my lips then putting the tip of her finger between her teeth, looked down at the bulge in my pants and smiled mischievously. She said, "Let's play upstairs." I took Faith's hand and followed her up the stairs. It was very dark but some illumination came from moonlight through the windows upstairs. I had not thought to close those shades as long as the lights were out. We went into her room and I secured the shade and curtains then switched on a lamp. I turned to face Faith who was sliding her dress past her waist. I started to remove my clothing while watching my sister undress. Her dress was in a pile next to her shoes and she moved the straps of her slip off of each shoulder. It was strangely silent as we undressed in front of each other. Faith let her slip flow to the floor leaving her only in her panties. I was never so excited in my life. I had never seen a girl nude before not even a picture of one and my beautiful sister was one piece of clothing after from being completely naked with me. Her nipples which were light brown delicate and the size of quarters that harden to the size of dimes. I pulled down my skivvies and stood up with a hard on facing my sister. Faith looked amazed and then smiled as she slid off her panties. We stood looking at each other's naked body not sure quite what to do next.I had not been with a girl before except kissing and I had heard a lot of sex talk at boot camp but only believed what the married guys had said. I wanted to break the ice and took the next step by hugging my sister. I could feel the excitement of her nipples in my chest and my cock pressed against her hip. Faith looked at me and said, "I have never played with a guy before. I mean I have kissed guys. But I am not sure what to do but this is fun." I whispered back, "I have only kissed girls too. I know what you mean." My sister grinned and said, "Your peter sure is big. Are all guys like that?" I smiled and said, "yes". After showering with 50 other men in boot camp, I knew that I was not that big, only average but is wasn't the time for details. "Can I touch it?" she asked. "I want you to" I smiled. Faith began to touch around my cock as I gave her a kiss while feeling one of her breasts. She reached lower and cupped my balls in the palm of her hand and gently massaged them. "Those feel funny" my sister giggled, "What should I do, what feels good?" Getting more excited by the moment, I whispered "put your hand around my peter like you would hold on to a handle and slowly go up and down". I felt Faith grip her slender fingers around my cock and gently started to jack me off. I began to kiss down her neck and across her shoulders. I could feel her shiver as I kissed to her breasts and began to suck on those hard nipples. "Ummm that feels so good Harry", moaned Faith, "I have never felt anything so good in my life. I love feeling your peter but what is that sticky stuff ooze coming out?" I looked up from breasts and said, "That's called precum. That's normal when you excite a guy. That keeps it from getting rubbed raw and makes what you are doing feel much better." Faith smiled, "Do I make you feel good? I like your peter when it's slippery." I smiled back and said, "You make me feel that best I have ever felt." I continued sucking on her breasts and let my hand slide across her thigh.I lightly slide my hand up the inside of her thighs and across her light blonde pussy hair, and then placed the palm of my hand over her pussy. I held it there for awhile as I had never touched a woman there and enjoyed the new sensation. I could tell Faith enjoyed it also as she lightly moaned and began to stroke me faster. I moved my palm back and massaged my fingers through her pussy hair. I continued smoothing my fingers around her pussy and slowly slipped one finger between her pussy lips. I heard my sister gasp then let out a pleasurable sound. My finger felt hot and wet as I explored my sister's pussy, the first pussy I ever felt. I could feel her clit, slid further to feel her pussy hole, and then back to her clit softly rubbing her it. My sister whispered, "Oh that's feels good. Keep touching me there." "Let's lay on your bed" I directed, "It's easier than doing this standing up." We untangled our holds on each other and I watched Faith lat flat on the bed with a wicked grin on her face. I sat on the side of the bed for a few minutes running my hands across her body then I laid on my side next to her. I returned my finger to her pussy as she spread her legs open. I arched up one leg where it was easier for Faith to feel my cock. She started jacking me again with one hand and feeling my balls with the other. I began to tongue and suck her left breast while massaging her clit. I placed my thumb on her clit and began to explore her pussy hole with my index finger. I could feel it slide in so far. It was hot and softly gripped my finger tip. Her cherry kept me from going further but I moved my finger in and out as much as I could. Faith began to moan more breathe deeper, yelled out, stiffened and then relaxed. "Are you OK?" I asked as I thought I had hurt her. "Oh I feel great!" my sister sighed, "That was the greatest feeling I have ever had in my life. I want to feel it some more! Do guys feel that good when they have an orgasm?" I smiled, "Yes, it is the best feeling ever. When I shoot my jizz out of my peter, it feels so good like my head is on fire with pleasure. There is nothing quite like it." "How do you feel now?" asked Faith, "Am I making you feel good. Good like how I felt?" "What you are doing feels real good." I smiled, "Guys are kind of different from girls when we have an orgasm. I will be shooting soon." "I want to do it." grinned Faith "Do what?" I asked "Go all the way, you know real sex." she grinned, "Stick your peter in me." "That would make me so happy." I smiled, "Let me lay on top of you and get between your legs. It may hurt a little when I first go in but then it will feel real good." "You sure that big thing is going to fit?" she asked. "It is a little tight at first, but it will" I smiled reassuringly. I rolled on top of my sister and could feel her heavy breathing as her breasts pressed hard on my chest. I moved my cock along her clit and along the sides of her pussy lips. After I felt that I was slippery enough, I put the head of my cock at the entrance of her opening. My heart was pounding as I was about to experience my first fuck and with my sister. Faith let out a pleasurable moan and spread her legs farther. I pushed in slowly as Faith was very tight and held it when I felt her cherry against my cock head. I looked into my sister's eyes and asked, "Are you ready?" She smiled and nodded yes. I began to move back and forth in short slow strokes, each time pushing harder against her cherry, and finally I pushed through. Faith let out a gasp and grimaced in some pain. Her pussy muscles tighten around my cock and I waited for the brief pain to subside. Then I began to push further until the length of my cock was in her pussy. I thought I heard Faith gasp "Oh" something but I was too immersed in enjoying my own good feelings. Then I begin to pump my cock in and out of my sister's pussy and Faith began to moan in pleasure as I began to pump faster. Faith was now screaming and I was moaning when I pumped my hot jizz into her. I would have liked to have lasted longer but I was too excited to hold back. We lay on each other, panting out of breath, sweat pouring off our backs, and our heads filled with pleasure. My cock was starting to slip out and I rolled over on my back next to my sister. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling I asked, "Did you like it? Was I OK?" Faith smiled, "That was so good Harry. I wish we had been doing this a few years back! I can't describe how good I feel." I joked, "If we were doing this a few years back, mom and dad would have caught for sure. Then we would have been in big trouble." "Don't I know" laughed Faith, "Well, I want more so we will have to sneak around dad, that is if you want too." "Oh yes" I smiled, "You have made me very happy" "Look Harry" ask my sister, "I have to clean up and your stuff is getting on the bed sheets. I think the blackout is over." Faith giggled, "I was too busy to hear the sirens again. Go take a look and see if any neighbor's lights are on and then turn some on for dad. He gets mad coming in at 3 in the morning and the porch light isn't on." "OK" I said and stood next to the side of the bed. I extended a hand and helped my sister up. She propped the sheet between her legs as she walked to the bathroom and I headed down the stairs. Peeking out the front window shade, I could see some lights on in the neighborhood. I turned on the front and back porch lights and walked into the kitchen. I turned on the light over the sink and began to run water until it was warm. I took a clean towel from the drawer and after soaking it in warm water, wiped off my body. I took the towel with me as I went back upstairs. Faith was still in the bathroom with the water running. I went into my room, throw the towel under my bed and laid down to wait until Faith was done in the bathroom. The next thing I knew the sun was shining through my bedroom window and my sister was shaking my shoulder. "What time is it" I asked sleepily. "About 11 in the morning" she teased, "Guess I wore you out." I really opened my eyes to see a cup of coffee being handed to me by my sister who was naked. She motioned me to scoot over and she sat next to me. "That was so great last night and you fell asleep. You know I wanted more. How about right now?" I took a sip of the coffee and smiled, "I'd love to but we are going to have to wait. Dad will be up soon and I don't want to make him mad at us. You get dressed and I'll meet you downstairs." "Oh Harry" said my disappointed sister. "Later" I said, "Dad will be up soon and you know that he will be leaving around 4 this afternoon. We will have plenty of time to play. Lets go to the drugstore and get a soda, maybe play the jukebox." "OK" smiled my sister as she walked out of my room. I watched as her butt cheeks moved in the daylight out of my sight. I thought how lucky I am. I know some people hate their sisters but I loved mine and most people consider what we are doing wrong, but I loved screwing my sister. I know she loved it too. I put on my skivvies and headed to the bathroom. I showered, got dressed, and went downstairs into the kitchen. I saw my sister smiling radiantly at me. She looked lovely with the sunlight reflecting off her blonde hair and dressed in a white blouse and white safari slacks. My father has still asleep as we left to the drugstore. We stayed there for a couple of hours, listening to music, drinking soda, chatting, and just staring into each other's eyes. We returned to the house, holding hands, and kissing when no one was around. Dad was up and eating a late lunch when we came back. He handed me a telegram. I opened it and it was my orders to return on the Sunday train. It was good news that I was being sent to California to work with the payroll units. I was trained to fight but the military decided my services were best used in the accounting units. Faith and Dad were happy that I was in a safer place but at the same time Faith was upset I had to leave in a couple of days. At four in the afternoon, Dad left for work and then Faith closed the living room shades. Faith and I snuggled on the couch, exchanging kisses or tongues for a long time. While kissing, I manage to undo the buttons on the front of her blouse. I stroked Faith's ribs and reached around to unhook her bra. Soon my sister was topless kissing me as I enjoyed the pleasure of caressing her breasts. Faith stopped kissing me and smilingly said, "I want to try something the bad girls in school told me about. They said guys like to have their peter licked and sucked on. Would you like me to do that?" I nodded yes. My sister kneeled on the floor and began to unbuckle my pants. I assisted and soon my pants and skivvies where around my ankles and my cock was at full mast. Faith took my cock in her hand and then stared at my cock for a few seconds. Soon she kissed the head of my kissed, licked over it, and finally put it in her mouth. It was the first blow I had and it felt great even if Faith was inexperienced at it. My sister looked up and asked, "Does it feel good?" "Oh yes, it feels real good!" I replied, "Do it some more. You like how it tastes?" I gave Faith the approval she was looking for. She smiled, nodded her head, and put her lips back on my cock. She explored my cock with her tongue and mouth for awhile then she began to pump my cock with her hand while she played with the head of my cock in her mouth. Faith let go and pulled back with a strand of precum stretching from her lips to my cock. "Tastes like salty milk", she smiled, "Are you ready to shoot your jizz soon?" I nodded and my sister said, "I like sucking on you but I'm not ready to drink your jizz. Some girls do but I'm not ready to try it yet. Let me know when you are ready. I want to see you shoot it out of your cock" I nodded again and she put her lips over my wet cock. She began to stroke me faster as she sucked on my cock head. I whispered loudly that I was going to shoot. Faith pulled back as one stream of cum flew across her cheek. She was still jacking me as three then four streams of cum shot straight up in the air. She smiled as cum dripped off her cheek and said, "That was so cool! Wow, that is what you shot in me last night. This is so neat!" I was regaining my consciousness after coming hard and looked down to see that most of my cum landed back on my stomach. My sister was doodling with the cum on my stomach and traced a heart with my initials on one side and hers' on the other. Faith got up and went into the bathroom for a towel. I watched my topless sister leave the room and thought how lucky I was to have her. Faith came back in a few minutes without cum on her cheek and the rest of her clothing was gone too. She lovingly wiped cum from my chest, removed my shirt, and the clothing gathered at my feet. Faith grabbed the clothing from the floor and extended her hand to me. I clasped her hand as she led me to her bedroom. Soon Faith was on top of me kissing and my cock was hard again poking between her legs. Our two naked bodies rolled side to side as our tongues flickered in each others mouth and our hands touched every part of our bodies. Soon I was on top of her, sucking on her nipples when I began to push my cock into her. She was not as tight as last night and I easily slide in on the first try. I could hear my sister let out a pleasurable moan as I began to pump her. Her legs were wrapped around my hips driving my thrusts even harder. It was not long before I was ready to cum again. I pushed my cock hard and deep into my sister as streams of cum shot into her. I was still very excited and my cock stayed hard as I continued to fuck Faith. Faith had a happy smile and was moaning in pleasure as I continued to pump her. "Harry, I love this but my legs are getting tired. Can we do it a different way? said Faith who moaned and screamed out in orgasm. I pulled out and stood up. I helped position Faith on all fours and scooted between her legs. On my knees, I slide my cock back into my sister's pussy and moved her hips with my hands, back and forth against my cock. I could see that Faith really enjoyed that position as she pushed her hips hard against me. I liked this position better too as I get a better opportunity to explore my sister's body with my hands as I pumped her. I reached down and played with her nipples and then began to massage her clit as I pumped her. Faith screamed out in pleasure as I rubbed her clit. Faith let her head hang down and was breathing hard as I grabbed both hips and began pumping my cock in her as hard and fast as I could. I pushed hard and again shot my white hot cum into her. We rocked slowly as the pleasure of sex filled our heads and our bodies relaxed. Slowly we untangled our bodies and cuddled together. We kissed some but mainly stayed quiet and held each other. We fell asleep in each other's arms until I woke up startled. I heard the back door close as my father had returned from work. I quickly and quietly covered my sister and went into my own room. The next few days were great repeats of that previous day. Faith and I would do things together like go to the drugstore or the movies and after our father left, snuggle in her room for great sex. Sunday arrived and I was on my way to the train station. Dad drove and Faith was in the back seat. It was a silent drive except for Faith quietly weeping. It was sad for both of us that I had to leave and I wanted to stay and be with Faith all the time. They walked with me to the train. Before I boarded the train with my duffle, my father shook my hand and told me to take care and write often. Faith gave me a big hug and kiss. We waved to each other then I entered the train car and found an empty seat. I arrived in California a few days later and became adjusted to my new job in the service. It turned out to be a very important job as I was handling thousands of dollars every day. After two months, I convinced my father to send Faith out here for a few days on vacation as I had some leave coming due. I borrowed a car from a buddy who owed me some money and picked Faith up at the town station. After much hugging and kissing at the station platform, I packed her bag into the trunk and we headed for a rented cabin at Yosemite. Yosemite was a quiet place during the war and we had this great cabin to play in. We explored Yosemite somewhat that weekend and even skinny dipped in one of the secluded streams but we mainly stayed in the cabin, making up for lost time. Faith really liked California and missed me very much. Too soon she was on the train back to Minnesota. I was sent to Hawaii for two months on special assignment when I received a telegram that my father passed away. He had a tragic mishap at the defense plant. Because of the special assignment, I could not go home for the funeral and had to leave so much responsibility to Faith. I would call her as often as I could. Our aunt and uncle helped her out with the funeral, the will, and the personal effects. Faith and I decided that she should sell the house and move out to California. Our uncle bought the family home from us which turned out to be a wise investment after the war. Faith sold what she could of the household effects. Soon I was back in California and sent for my sister. With the proceeds of the estate, we were able to buy a house and begin a new life as man and wife. Faith got a job at the defense plant in town and after the war I got a job in the same plant as an accountant. We have lived a long and happy life together and have no regrets enjoying our family love.

Title: Why is it all so hard? by RalysEtnedra Tags: Fantasy, Love, Poem, Poetry, Thought Provoking Why is it all so hard? Am I that different? Or just insane? No. It can't be that simple. Why are people so quick to judge? Are they so empty? Or just angry? No. They are people too. I create my own problems. All your problems are in your head too. You think it's hard? It's not. You can never see until it's too late. I create my own worlds. Many of you do this too. Do your worlds make you happy? I hope so. Because sometimes mine just remind me of where I really am. This state we are all in. None of you like it. I know you don't. That's the whole point. We can hate it together. This fantasy we all share. That's really all it is. Most of you know this. That is it's very nature. We must despair together. Is that not the fate of all things? So why not just let it be? Let's all play in the fields of our fantasy. Perhaps we won't notice when judgment day arrives. Has that not been the goal all along? Why does it matter if outsiders deem us base? We can all play together. We can ignore this world, yet find love within it. Is it our condition that makes us lonely? It seems to be the opposite for them. The populace revels in their limitations. Why can't we... or I... do the same? Is it my upbringing that makes me different? I can't seem to find myself anywhere. Others make it look so easy. Why is it all so hard?

Title: 1derful Tease Ch. 04 Tags: dad rolled, erica dad, slight groan, thoughts dad, moment feeling, soft head, still sex, fuck erica, erica turned, dad knew The hum of the little car shut down. with out saying a word dad looked over one last time and then proceeded to get out. I opened the door trying hard to get out with out falling, and quickly adjusted my skirt. Turning back I offered a hand to Erica pulling her up. She looked at me, her face said so much. It was obvious she was in a wanting state as she just smiled at me to cover her emotions. I smiled back as we fixed our selves behind the cover of the midget door. Then making our way to the line to catch up with my dad. We passed some young jerks on the side and they were giving off whistles and cute remarks. I turned and gave them a disgusted grow up look and that seemed to prompt them more. Saying, “Come here little girl I will give you something to lick!” Erica turned stopped and said, “Fuck you! I guess your town is full of scum!” chucking the bird. Two of them got up off the cement wall they were sitting on, and quickly got in our way. It was not easy trying to walk in heels on the gravel to begin with. I said, “get out of the way dirt ball!” The one on the left kicked a dusty layer of sand and shit over our feet. Now I was pissed and started to yell out, “You fucking losers!” I didn’t know what else to do. They were younger but certainly bigger, and it wasn’t like we were dressed to scuffle with these real jerks. We didn’t really know them, but I knew of them, just as I suppose they knew where we were from. I looked up from looking at my shoes all covered in dirt. I smiled at the jerk. He had no clue as to why. My dad stood right behind them placing his hands around both of their necks at once. Erica laughed as he picked them off the ground. I could see he was not fooling around he gets that look when he is really angry. The one on the right wet himself out of fear. Erica said, “Oh my god he just pissed him self!” holding her hands to her face laughing, as we walked around them. Three other adults came over quickly one looked like the coach or something. The other two looked to be just parents. One of the parents bursted out, “What the hell are you doing!” he knew exactly what had transpired. Dad flung the two toward the three men as they both skidded on the ground. His head just turned toward us as a shrewd look came across his face. Then he turned back to the men saying, “Fat boy, is that your poor excuse for a child? Maybe I should help you install some manners on how to treat a female?” I could see the muscles flex under dad’s shirt in his chest and arms. His neck muscles grew tight as they also swelled with his anger. I looked at his bum. It looked tight in the fine dress pants as he walked closer to them. He might have only have been a few inches taller than them, but there was no doubt in my mind he was going to knock the shit out of them, if they gave him any reason. The man looked at my dad it was obvious my dad was not backing down. There grew a crowed of on lookers and it was fairly quiet. The other two men just looked on as pretending to be some sort of back up. The guy fumbling to answer said, “I am sure we can settle this in an adult manner?” Dad slowly nodded his head in silence. He was right in the man’s face looking for an answer. The two jerks were now standing slightly behind. The crowed seemed to close in. My hands were sweaty as they shook a little. I was not scared, but concerned there were a lot of people now paying attention to what was going on. I didn’t realize that my dad knew him until he said, “I want a letter from each of these \_\_\_” looking about, “Nine boys’ parents explaining, why their son is a jack-ass.” He was as calm as could be. The man spoke, “That’s absurd!” making a face like as if to say go to hell. Then being cocky said taking a look around, “I think there is a few to many witness for you to do anything, tuff guy?” Dad backed up a step pointing his finger toward the team shirt name (Briggs & Son Lumber Supply). With a look of all seriousness he said, “I know you, you think you’re somebody around here. Let me assure you I will cripple you not physically, but financially!” the look of confidence on his face showed he was not bluffing. The man took one look at the little sports car parked only several feet away. It shined with such a gloss and prestige in the setting sun light, even with a film of dust from the parking lot. All the louvers and contours almost make it look like a spaceship. I’ve been told it is one of only 400 in the entire world. Suddenly I think the man realized who my dad was, as he called out, “Fine! Fine we will do it your way!” My dad turned toward us, and started walking he placed each of us in his arms as we moved toward the order window. He said out loud, “First thing Monday morning! You better get busy!” never turning back. The man gave a wicked dirty look to the young jerks, and walked off, pissed. The crowd dispersed as soon as the excitement came to a close. He was sweaty under his arms but I didn’t care as I held him. I could tell Erica was just happy to be holding him so close, as she stole a look at me every so often with a big grin. Being all happy and kind of a sappy way Erica said holding him tight, “My hero!” Dad just laughed giving us both a gentle squeeze. We ordered, took our time ate, and made our way back into the car. It was getting darker now as we arranged our selves in the seat. As agreed Erica sat on my lap. The car had not even started yet as I pulled the skirt she was wearing up a little. Erica turned her head fast, laughed as she knew exactly now it was pay back time. I think in all the excitement she had forgotten. I whispered in her ear, “It’s your turn.” As I pulled the hem up a bit more. Dad looked back several times before backing up. Each time he would glance down, and then glance at me. I licked my lips slowly to tease him behind Erica’s view. He pretended not to see me. I slid her skirt up higher. Though it was dusk I knew he now had a good view of her pussy. His eyes kept looking down as he cautiously waited to pull out on the busy road. As we finally pulled out Erica said, “Thank you for the wonderful evening.” Dad replied, “Your welcome.” His eyes darted from the road to her face to the little display between her legs. They carried on a small conversation as I continued to raise her skirt higher. I was getting so wet watching my dad eagerly looking at my friend in such a way. Erica just played along like nothing was happening. She had no clue. She thought I was playing with her alone, but in reality I was playing along with both of them. Dad knew I was teasing him by exposing her. If Erica only knew. I wanted to tell her in some ways, but also felt it was best I kept quiet. As they talked I traced lines up her outer leg with my fingers. My mind was racing. I could feel the wetness between my own legs, and just knew Erica must be going wild right at the moment. The thought of her being aroused in some strange way made me feel like I wanted to please her even more. My mind was whirling with emotions as my stomach tingled with butterflies. This was the queerest moment I was getting aroused by my friends arousal, and teasing my dad. It was overwhelming just from the thoughts of what dad and I had done. Now thoughts of making him and Erica do something was like it was his biggest untold fantasy. And I wanted to make him happy in any way I could. Soon we dropped Erica off at her house and back in the car I took hold of his hand. I placed it on my exceptionally aroused pussy. My hands were trembling as I held onto his hand. Dad allowed me to comfortably place his hand over my burning desire. He did not say a word only looked at me briefly, as his fingers fiddled slowly into the slippery area. My eyes closed as I was tormented with desires. Suddenly I heard and felt the car stop. We were home and it was quiet for a brief moment. Dad removed his hand and took it to his mouth. I watched as he licked my wetness honey from his fingers. I almost couldn’t believe the vivid reality right in front of me. There was no doubt in my mind what had just taken place. My ass cheeks squeezed as I tried to calm the quivering drip from my pussy with useless cause. Upon exiting the car we made way into the house. It was darkened in the kitchen, as I felt his hand playfully on my shoulder. We turned and kissed, my neck stretched while on tippy toes, and he leaned down toward me. I felt his awesome warm hands holding my lower back pulling me into him. We came to a gentle break in the kiss, and in the dim light dad looked at me and passed his hand through my hair. Then in a low soft voice he said, “Kay, we have a little problem. I know what we discussed earlier, but I can’t help it. You know I love you. I just can’t stop thinking about holding you. I love you in so many ways now I don’t know if I can stop.” I was too horny to want to talk love. I wanted to hear him say it a thousand times. Just right now I needed to fuck, and fuck hard. I looked up at him and with a simple move dropped my skirt to the floor. I then removed my blouse carefully, while I shook my hair to make it flow strait down my back. My answer was silent, yet loud and clear. I am not sure if it was the vibrations of the car, the excitement of the confrontation, or the intrigue of the want in dads eyes with two young females, neither of which he was suppose to desire. I licked my lips as he stood silent watching me. Finally I spoke up from no where, “You do want me don’t you?” Looking up trying to be as cute as could be, making him feel like he was my protector. I always loved that feeling of how powerful he was and when I am with him, how secure I can feel. Dad’s hands rested on my small chest tweaking at my stiffened nipples. He lowered his mouth with out a word to completely envelop my left breast. With his mouth firmly sucking hard on my breast his tongue darted about over the nipple. While his hands slowly traced my skin coming to rest as they squeezed my ass cheeks. Taking hold of his hands with mine I smiled at him as I backed away from his mouth, and led him toward his bed. I Only let go of my hand hold once we were in the room to get on the bed. I lay on my back, my head propped up on the pillows. I spread my legs as I watched him climb between them. Dad placed his mouth over my pussy and I felt his tongue part the tender opening. The warm wet feeling had me closing my eyes as it felt so good. His tongue lapped and licked as one hand slid between my legs massaging my ass, and pussy opening. The other reached up and tweaked my nipples. He continued his deeply desired lust to make me cum. I was bellowing out a loud scream as he hit just the right spots. I was not in control of my body as it ripped through me. Wave after wave of pure bliss took over and wrung every muscle in my body. When the feeling calmed dad took the opportunity to slowly climb up my body. I opened my eyes and looked right into his. I kissed him, and could taste my self on his lips. I then looked at him and asked, “Can you do that every time?” Dad just smiled back as he said, “For that taste I will do it all the time.” Chills ran through my body as I shook for a second. I could feel his hardened cock pressing at the entrance that his fingers and tongue had just made so sensitive. My legs were spread wide as if I had just ridden a horse. My fingers reached into the fuzzy hair of his chest. I played with his nipples as he waited patiently for me to ask him to enter. Looking more at his chest than his face above me, I asked, “So did you get a good look tonight?” Dad eyebrows flinched with uncertainty to my question. “Did you like seeing what you saw in the car?” I asked with a determination. Dad grinned, “I saw quite a bit, and yes it was all nice looking.” I thought for a bit as he hungrily started to press his throbbing member into me. Calmly I asked, “Would you want have sex with Erica?” There was a pause as it was silent. Then he said, “I am with you. I don’t know, not really on my mind at the moment. Is that what you want?” I nodded my head as I spoke, “I think I want to watch as you make her feel as good as you do me.” I traced a line with my finger from his chest to his face stopping over his lips. “Would you do it for me?” Dad let out a “Hum” then a slight groan of thoughtful thinking. He looked at me and said, “I really don’t know if that is a good idea. What if you become jealous?” I could see his point, while replying, “Well you’re going to still have sex with Mom. And I am going to still have sex with James. You wanted to know if I would have sex with others. So here is my thought. I will let you pick a partner for me only if I can pick one for you. Dad rolled his eyes, “Do we need to go into details right now.” His lips were but tickling mine they were so close. I smirked under him in a devious thought. I said, “You want to fuck me?” He nodded slightly. “Then call me Erica, I know how bad you want her. I saw you watching her pussy in the car. I saw you the other day too at the pool. I think you like the idea of a young female wanting you. So if you want to fuck me tonight you will have to pretend I am Erica. Dad’s face contorted, in an unusual way. He looked at me and said, “Fine if that’s what you want. Can I fuck you now, \_\_ Erica?” I let out a little, “MmHmm,” with a big grin as I felt his stiff thick cock press past the opening. My legs went rigid. God it felt incredible to be stretched so tight. I lifted my hips a little to meet his slow penetration. I looked into his eyes and said, “Your going to fuck my friend aren’t you?” He said, “Why, but Erica you are so tight. Do you know how long I have wanted to fuck you?” As he kissed my lips and his tongue played with mine. My toes curled with excitement. He was playing my game, I wanted him to release and tell me all that was in his mind. I just knew he had been horny for us. Now I wanted him to admit it. Some time passed when he stopped withdrew and just looked at me. He was haunched up, poised with an intimate stare. I asked, “What is wrong?” He rolled his eyes up and replied, “I want to fuck you from behind.” “Who do you want to?” I remarked. “I want to fuck Erica from behind, and feel her tight little ass as I fuck her hard.” He said all stern and to the point as he sat back on his knees. I sat up, and gazing at his cock I could see it was still hard as can be. The shine from my wetness gave it a particular nice purplish tint. I stroked my hand up and down his shaft a few times. It was so slick and hard to the touch. I was like, so into his cock right at the moment I almost forgot his request. I looked up at him watching me, enthralled with his erection. I said, “You got a big cock.” My hand was still slipping around his shaft. With a slight hesitation my eyes returned to take in the sight of my small fingers dancing over the soft head. I remained with my legs spread around him and leaned way over, folded in half. I kissed the top of the head, and then licked it. Holding it firm I sank the head of his cock into my mouth. I could taste myself upon his tender skin. The moment was so arousing, all I wanted to do was prove to dad I was in love with this thick warm cock. Slowly I swept my legs under so I was on my knees, without letting the head out of my mouth. My hand slid under his balls gently lifting them. Instinctively I began to suck, and fuck his cock with my mouth. I felt him lean over me with a moan of gratitude his hands slid down my back. One hand parted my ass cheeks, and was reaching for my pussy. While the other rested on my butt cheek grabbing it fully kneading it firm. Soon the wet fingers from within me rubbed over my anus. I was not sure what he was up to but allowed him to feel me openly. It really felt nice as it sent tingles through my crotch. Continuing to suck I let my fingers mimic his I passed them across his rectum. It was so warm to the touch and arousing to think where my fingers were. Now I could taste a little pre-cum as his cock throbbed to my touch. Dad made little circles with his finger then pressed it slowly into my ass. I became frozen for a moment as it entered. He pushed it a little further, and then stopped. My mind was erased for the moment as I just took in the feeling of his violation. I could feel the trickle of womanly silky-smooth oils run down my inner thigh. My body remained still as if in a state of shock. I wanted to stop him because it felt so unusual, for the moment. I felt so exposed it actually made me more aroused if that was possible. His finger rotated slightly, and then proceeded to move in and out ever so slightly. I knew he was watching my puckered anus, as his finger played. This sent a quiver through my body which caused me to clench down on his finger tight. I tried to relax, but as soon as I felt his finger move again I involuntarily tensed up. I thought to my self, “Wholly crap! My dad has his finger in my ass, and is playing with it as well as watching.” I never dreamed of letting a guy play with my ass in this way never mind my own father. I breathed hot and heavily on his cock which was rubbing on my face. My pussy was like a flowing stream sending me out of my mind. I called out, “Oh please! I need you to fuck me!” Dad removed his finger as he turned me around. I was laid on the bed with my face firmly planted on the comforter and my ass exposed to him. His hands rubbed my cheeks, and every third stroke over my ass he teased my anus with a slight probe. I asked without lifting my head, “Do you want to fuck my girly ass?” Dad Spread my ass cheeks, and pressed his tongue into my anus. Only for a brief moment, and then placed the head of his shaft up to my anus. Holding his cock firm pushed it tightly and directly at the small opening. I could feel the warm soft head press against the small opening. I relaxed as much as I possibly could. The thought was incredible, “My dad wants to fuck my tight little teeny ass.” I wanted to give him at that moment the world. Dad rubbed the tip of his cock a few more times then retreated. With a strong desire he placed his cock up to my pussy, sinking it deeply into me. With one hand he brushed my hair back from my neck. Leaning in he kissed the nape tenderly. Then whispered in my ear, “You’re not ready for my cock to be in your ass.” His hips where gyrating fast as he fucked me hard. “Don’t you worry I have been wanting to fuck you too long to not do it right.” He said with a kiss. Upon hearing his words I began to orgasm hard. I let out some loud moans, and girly screams of delight. He fucked harder his balls were stinging my clit sending me through another roll of pleasure. Finally he held my shoulders as he planted his cock deep within, and let it grind on my pussy. Growling he shot his load. It tickled almost like he was taking a pee inside me. He held his firm grip. Only retracting his cock to slam it hard again shoving my body held tight by his grip. Again he grunted as he stiffened his erection as deep as it could go. My pussy pulsed around his member I let out another cry as my head lifted and the sweat dripped over my nose. My fingers dug into the bed as his cock seemed to swell to epic proportions. Then it hit me hard his sperm made a last attempt to completely fill me. I could feel the pressure escaping from the tight fit between his cock, and my pussy. That is when I swore I was wetting the bed. I couldn’t hold it back I just let it go. I am not sure if I even blacked out for a moment of time. I was coming so intensely I didn’t care if I was pissing or not. Dad was ending his climax, as he held me tight holding onto my tiny chest with his hands wrapped under me. He kissed my neck as I just continued to cum on his cock still buried in me. Every once in a while he would give a little push with his hips. Making me feel just how wet I was. These made me give out a mini moan with delight; just that little after glow grind on my sensitive pussy gave me a thrill. A few minutes passed and he slid off to the side. Dad was rubbing my pussy, and smearing his and my cum all over, and around my ass. I just lay content and overly stimulated. I could feel the wet comforter penetrating under my legs and belly. I turned my head toward him with a smile, letting out a gasp of approval like moan. I smiled at him for a while before I said, “Now don’t you think if you were really fucking Erica you should have pulled out?” Dad didn’t respond but for a slight groan. He remained fixed on still playing with my open pussy. I then thought about what he said,”He had wanted to fuck me for too long to not do it right.” I let out a, “Hmm” as I kept my silent thoughts, “I bet he has.” I thought to my self. Dad kissed me on the cheek as he waited, then said, “Ok!” My eyes told him I had no clue as to what was Ok. He kissed me again, “Ok, I will play your game. I will do your little friend if you let some one of my choosing have sex with you.” I was already so wet I knew he couldn’t tell I was dripping over the thought. I played coy then asked, “Who?” He answered, “I am not sure yet, you are kind of young for most of my friends. I am sure they would all gladly ride you, with out a doubt. The thing is finding one who is really horny for you, and can keep his mouth shut. Ya know?” I nodded my head before I asked, “And what are you going to do?” He just smiled as he leaned in close to my ear. Then whispered, “Where going to take turns making you cum.” I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath as I visualized the moment. Upon opening my eyes I said, “You’re really going to do that?” He nodded his head back, “Just say the word. I will make it happen, and a lot more.” I pondered the thought. Taking my hand I slipped it down to his cock. He was already erect again. I said, “You really want to see if I will do it?” I bit my lower lip for a second. “I don’t care if that is what you want. I’ll do it in exchange for a night with Erica and me.” Dad rolled back on top of me and placed his erection back into me. I let my hands stray far above my head. I just laid there as he made his way with me for a long while. He sat up right with his hands on my small ass. He was wasting no time as he drove into me with vigor. His finger soon found my anus, pushing it in deep making me quiver. I wanted to know what thoughts were going through his mind. I just knew he was being upsettingly perverted as he fucked me hard. My own mind danced around the thought of the two men wanting me as their sex toy for the night. Then thoughts of Erica and me naked in the same bed with dad drove me over the edge once more. I began to orgasm and shake. My own mind was betraying me with such wicked thoughts. Dad slapped my ass as he with drew his finger, and thrusted hard. He leaned down quick as he sucked the back of my ear. I could feel him let loose as he then bit down on my neck. I arched up and took all he was giving. My whole body felt intensely good like a morning stretch. His fingers quickly took a perked nipple in each hand and tweaked. I screamed out, “Fuck! Fuck me!” as I again felt the warm rush of blood rise through my entire body. We were both pausing while the moment gently began to fade. Releasing my neck with his mouth he said, “Oops!” Then kissed the painful spot he had been sucking on. With his weight he pulled me to the side leaving us in a spooning position. He made no attempt to pull out, just held me tight in his arms. I rubbed my neck and said, “It better not, be or I’ll Oops, ya!” He nuzzled his nose into my hair and said, “Quiet, or you can have the wet spot to sleep in tonight.” I let out a quick frowning disappointed breath, and then placed my arms onto his. And then said, “Good night.” As I lifted one of his hand to kiss it tenderly. He kissed my bare shoulder and said, “Good night Hun, I love you.” I smiled and replied, “I love you too.” I knew it wouldn’t be long before he slipped out of me. For the moment I was feeling so fulfilled. I would do anything for dad at this point.

Granted, suddenly turning into a giant was not part of his plans, but if Shrapnel liked to believe he was good at something, it was improvising; not that he actually was good at it, but it gave him the level of raw enthusiasm and energy required to bullshit his way through a lot of situations that he otherwise would’ve gotten stuck on, such as the one he was in at that exact moment, for instance. Anyone else in his position might’ve done something stupid, like stop to think about what happened and probably panic about the fact that their cumtanks were bigger than their entire body and still growing, or the sudden duplication of a previously-singular shaft, or any number of things really, but not him; the wolf knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, and understood perfectly that if he was to put his new body to good use, he had to start at once, or else he might just lose himself when the serotonin flood finally got to him. Thankfully, all that was really required of him was that he lean forward and let his body weight do everything on its own, moving his hips in just the right way to make sure that when his twin rods emerged from their one sheath, they would do so directly into the growing, increasingly cavernous cleavage he was delighting his eyes on. It was almost ludicrous just how much of it there was, especially considering how Elizabeth herself wasn’t any bigger than before; in sharp contrast to the giant lupine casting a shadow over her, the serval’s body itself was just as it had always been, sans the colossal pair of mammaries and an increasingly gigantic belly struggling not to be crushed underneath the former. There was a little bit extra pudge added onto her rear, but that was hardly anything to write home about when compared to the titanic weights on her front, doubly so whenever Shrapnel remembered that what he was seeing was not their true size, but whatever was left of the multiple compressor layers that were still functioning. His own equipment had begun to malfunction as well, albeit not as explosively as Elizabeth’s; after all, he wasn’t technically supposed to have a pair of nuts that eclipsed him in weight and were possessed of enough volume to hold the rest of his body several times over, nor did he remember having two dicks instead of one, but at least he wasn’t actively growing several feet every few seconds, and at a rate that only seemed to be getting faster as time went on. In fact, though he was very comfortably draped over a pair of tits that, just moments prior, he’d barely been able to see the top of, the wolf rapidly found himself being pushed back as their circumference grew wider and wider still, until he was left practically sliding off when he finally deigned to open his eyes in order to survey all the changes; that Elizabeth was that big wasn’t surprising, but that the distortions keeping her mobile and (relatively) small could falter so easily absolutely was… especially since there was no backup plan. That, more than anything else, was the only thing holding Shrapnel back from fully committing to this more animalistic side of him, the last barrier standing between himself and giving in to the voice in his head telling him to quit fucking around and get to breeding again: if he did, then it would be all over. Not for him or Elizabeth, heavens no, but for everything else around them, for not only would their full sizes be unleashed upon the world, but these would multiply upon themselves, constantly, until such a point as the serval actually gave birth several months down the line. And if a few days had been enough to leave her so massive that she could flatten most of their local metropolitan area, one could only imagine what she would look like by the end of the final trimester, if such a thing could even be measured by conventional means. Yet, despite this, neither Elizabeth herself nor Shrapnel could really bring themselves to care; maybe if they were their old selves, the ones for whom Liz’s pre-pregnancy size was already considered “large”, laughable though that notion may be, then they might’ve stopped and called it a day. The compressors would still fail, most of downtown would still be smothered and there would be plenty of destruction before they were contained again, but at least it wouldn’t be made worse than it already was… but they weren’t their old selves. In fact, that version of Liz and Shrapnel might very well just not exist at all for how irrelevant they were, locked away in a remote, inaccessible corner of their psyches, replaced entirely by a new couple, one who didn’t particularly care about what amount of damage they caused to the local skyline, or how much flooding resulted from them losing control of their sense of self-control. Already there were thick globs of precum firing from both of the wolf’s cocks, though most of it didn’t actually leave the confines of the cleavage he was… unfortunately stuck in. He didn’t want to think about it too much, but he was clearly unable to actually pull back and free himself, a somewhat distressing state of affairs that was made paradoxically enjoyable by the simple reality that it was happening because Liz’s tits were just that big and stuffed; it was, oddly enough, a sort of joyous pride that Shrapnel took, in knowing that he’d helped his mate reach such a point of perfection that, even with the size boost he received, he was still somehow too small, too weak, to fully handle what the serval had to offer. And, to some degree, the serval herself understood this too, as she honestly had nothing better to do than lie back and look up at what her partner was doing; with her body slipping further away from her control by the second, and her ass picking up in size at an alarming rate along with her increasingly fattened thighs, all the feline could do was open her eyes wide and watch as it all unfolded before them. It felt surreal, and if not for the endless torrent of sensations that her brain could scarcely begin to process, she might’ve just felt as if she were a passenger in someone else’s body; instead, everything combined to make it impossible for her to really do anything proactively at all, with every ounce of willpower having been siphoned from her and replaced with a purely reactive breeding engine running entirely off of raw arousal. Thus, it wasn’t too long before Elizabeth opened her mouth again and let loose another moan, with it almost immediately triggering yet another growth spurt in the colossal wolf above her; it was a testament to how absurdly huge she was that, despite Shrapnel gaining a good ten feet in height and a proportional amount on the rest of him, it still wasn’t enough to even begin to catch up to the growth taking place in the rest of her. Hell, judging from how much her cheeks were starting to ride up her back, and how much ground the bottom of her legs was touching, he’d probably have issues handling her backside as well if he weren’t careful… but really, wasn’t that the point? Wasn’t that what they both wanted? Had they not chosen to forgo protection precisely so they could reap the fruits of their labor with Elizabeth’s motherhood? Sure, they weren’t expecting it to be so explosively big, but that was just a variable they failed to account for, nothing too important; everyone else would just have to learn to live with it, because they certainly weren’t going to stop any time soon. This posed a slight issue for the rest of the city’s inhabitants; while the wolf and serval couple were happily titfucking and ruining a significantly large portion of the buildings around the park (or, at least, what used to be buildings), everyone else had to contend with the sudden emergence of a giant lupine creature with body-sized cocks and what looked to be a disembodied pair of tits running with enough milk to clog up the storm drains and somehow manage to backblast all the way up into people’s bathrooms. Alarm sirens were going off throughout the city, emergency services were mobilized, and the mayor’s office rapidly convened in order to call for assistance from the state government before promptly packing up and leaving once they noticed one of the serval’s breasts getting dangerously close to where they were. Mass evacuations began in earnest, at least as far as they could given that several of the larger avenues had become rivers of thick cream, milk mixed with spunk in quantities too large to allow vehicles through, outright requiring seaworthy vessels if anyone wanted to be foolish enough to be caught outside on foot. The only way to salvation was through airlift, prompting helicopters for miles around, civilian and military alike, to divert their course in order to try and get as many people as possible out of the disaster area before the buildings they were on collapsed underneath the advancing avalanche of soft flesh, or the countless thousands of gallons of fluids being spilled every other second. The very ground quaked underneath them, pulverizing foundations as it did, causing large chunks of the city to start crumbling even before they had a colossal tit grind them into dust, even the air vibrating whenever one of the giant wolf’s moans coursed through it, breaking the sound barrier and shattering whatever windows were still around; flying in those conditions was next to impossible, but the bravery of the helicopter pilots could not be understated… even if a new problem came to light amidst evacuation efforts. No one present could have predicted that anyone would want to go closer to the budding giants, nor could they have guessed that they would do so not with the intent of ending it all, but to join the wolf and serval in a grand orgy of self-indulgence that everyone for miles around could look at and watch. Yet, with each minute that ticked away and brought everyone closer to an explosive, cataclysmic finish, more and more souls turned away from this supposed “rescue” and instead began climbing down the stairs that had led them to safety, eager to throw themselves into the currents of cream so that they may swim upstream towards their new gods, that they may pay worship in whatever way they could think of. There was no plan beyond that; even the first ones to shift priorities had no clue what they were supposed to do once they got to their destination, beyond some vague understanding that they’d be letting go of whatever limitations society had imposed on them. Maybe they were to spend the rest of their days pleasuring themselves, or perhaps making good use of a willing partner to mimic what the two giants above them were also doing. Whatever the case, one thing was certain in their lust-addled minds: they had to get closer to the colossi, not further away, even if that meant risking drowning in frankly ludicrous quantities of fluids. No matter how hard the pilots tried, the number of people succumbing to this sudden siren’s call went up uncontrollably… to the point that, eventually, even the pilots themselves would abandon their crafts and direct their attention to a much nobler goal. All of this and far more would fly by both Shrapnel and Elizabeth, with both lovers gleefully unaware of anything happening around them. To them, spending any amount of energy, no matter how insignificant, in anything other than pleasuring themselves or one another was nothing short of a dreadful waste, especially when there was just so much of them to attend to, to knead, to rub, to squeeze, to rut even; for the wolf especially, having grown to such a size that he could easily knock down a few buildings on his own without even fully realizing it, this gigantic new body of his presented itself as an opportunity, one that he could put to good use in giving his mate the kind of attention that she so rightfully deserved. It wasn’t enough for the serval to get pumped full of cum in the regular way, nor was it sufficient for her to be knocked up and then allowed to grow to such a point that the city itself was beginning to crumble underneath her advancing form; for others, this might be seen as downright excessive, but the wolf knew that the two of them could go further, reacher greater heights, if only they put their hearts and minds into it properly… or, in his particular case, his brand new twin cocks. He’d been looking for an opportunity to use them properly, rather than just allowing them to be, in the way that they were; while he couldn’t deny that having his shafts stuck in a cleavage so tight that it could rival most slits for just how much it pressed down on and tugged at his members was anything but utterly divine, there was something that Shrapnel had always wanted to try, an idea that, so far, he had done a relatively good job of keeping to himself. Not for any good reason, sadly enough, but rather out of shame and embarrassment; to some degree, the wolf didn’t believe himself big enough to do what he truly wanted, at least not in comparison to what Elizabeth’s body was like, but now that the both of them had seen to that, now that their forms were improved upon to such a degree that they were utterly unrecognizable, at last he could propose doing what he’d always dreamed of… or just go ahead and do it anyway, because Liz certainly wasn’t in any fit state to actually understand words at that point. Though it pained him, and quite literally at that, Shrapnel pulled himself from within the serval’s vice-like cleavage, sinking his hands into her tits for leverage and in the process releasing even larger spurts of milk thanks to all the pressure he placed on them; the amount of force necessary to wedge him out from where he was stuck was such that, by the time he succeeded, he very nearly stumbled backwards to fall flat on his back, only stopped thanks to the positively gargantuan set of nuts that prevented him from doing anything other than taking a single step in any direction but directly forward. This, above all else, was going to be a problem; if he was going to walk out in front of Liz, such that he could actually bring his cocks to bear, then he was going to need to drag his cumtanks along the way as well, which was going to be slightly difficult considering they were several times his body weight, probably sunk in the ground, and utterly immobile. For a moment or two, the wolf genuinely believed that his situation was hopeless, and that his own size had come back to bite him before he had the chance to truly appreciate it, but it was this exact line of thought that led him down to the answer as well: if he wasn’t big enough to drag his nuts behind him, then clearly he had to be made even bigger, and he knew just how to accomplish that, didn’t he? Hadn’t he gained several feet in height when Elizabeth called out for him, in those whorishly loud moans of hers? Had he not grown stronger, whenever his partner’s pleasure reached an apex and was unleashed upon the world in the form of her sweet voice cracking in half? Then clearly, if that was the case, he need not do anything but repeat this stunt, and force Liz to force him to grow even more, a simple task if there ever was one; there was no shortage of options from which to pick from when it came to pleasuring the serval in such a way as to make her open her mouth and beg for more, even with his dicks firmly outside the constricting embrace of her ever-growing cleavage. After all, did he not have his immense self, along with the weight that came with it, to put pressure on those colossal milk tanks in just the right way to make every nerve that he touched flare as actively as it could? Could he not just throw himself into the milky folds yet again, except this time with some very active grabby fingers to make sure he squeezed Elizabeth in just the right way to ensure that she felt a jolt of electricity fire up her spine? Because he absolutely could, and it wouldn’t take him more than a handful of seconds to try it for the first time, to allow his form to collapse onto the serval’s, and for his hands to seek the nearest handful of breastflesh to grab onto as softly, yet decidedly firmly, as possible; nor would it take more than an instant for Liz to reply in the only way that she could, by throwing her head back, opening her mouth wide and letting loose the sound that so desperately yearned to be set free, something that might’ve once been a moan, but was, at that point, the harbinger of yet more growth for the giant wolf. He didn’t even hear it properly, so much as simply recognize that it was there, and indeed a sound; he was far too preoccupied with the effects it had on his body, with the surging of height that left him so much taller that he could once again see over the top of his mate’s tits… giving him even better leverage over them, that he might sink his fingers even deeper and show the feline what it was like to lose herself in pure bliss. Again and again he pushed, and again and again he received in kind, until he was swimming in his own pleasure, receiving such wonderful additions to his body that, by the time he successfully forced himself to stop, he was already big enough that he wouldn’t need any extra boosts. The city around him looked diminutive, and even Liz’s body was something akin to… well, not small, but certainly not as overwhelmingly massive as it used to be; perhaps even better was how the plan had worked marvelously, and the wolf did in fact manage to outgrow his own sack, even if by just a hair’s breadth. If he didn’t act immediately, then he would once again end up being pinned by the two dangerously-quickly growing cum factories attached to him, which was precisely why he didn’t even think twice before walking around Elizabeth and creating a colossal, incredibly deep trench as a result of moving his nuts around with him. But, in the end, it would all be worth it, because he could finally put his plan into motion… well, he said plan, more so a very basic need, a desire that was only half-formed and not exactly in the best of shapes, but one that told him to do something that he should’ve done a long time prior, that being to use his cock (or cocks, as the case may be) in the one part of Liz’s body that he most fantasized about: her chest. Not through the front, splurting countless gallons of cum in yet another titfuck, but into those two titanic nipple buds that were so eagerly gushing with rivers of thick milk, the nascent fonts of life-giving nectar that, if he so desired, he could just… plug. Not with his hands, not even with his arms, but by shoving his twin rods into them, a thought that was powerful enough on its own to strain the limits of the compressor gear still holding onto its last vestiges, as blood rushed from the rest of his body down into his sheath and the duo of monsters residing within. He was expecting them, truly expecting the emergence of a pair of colossal, body-obscuring rods of cockmeat, truly stretching his sheath out to the breaking point in just the right way for him to make good use of the two growing tits he had at his disposal; to a certain extent, he was even expecting them to be far bigger than even his largest, most unrealistic expectations, because that was just the way their bodies apparently behaved at that point. But what Shrapnel couldn’t have ever been ready for, the one thing that he couldn’t have ever prepared himself for, was the emergence of a third cocktip, arranged in a triangular pattern with the other two, pushing out from the plump, cavernous opening between his legs! It felt as if his sheath had been elongated even further, and it probably did if he bothered to measure it, which was entirely necessary given that he could already feel the weight of his apparent tri-cocks threatening to pull him down towards the ground, requiring all of his strength just to remain upright, and copious amounts of breast-grabbing in order to heave himself up during the process of emergence. It was as if he were threading a needle, the main difference being that the proverbial thread was about fifty times larger than the hole and yet somehow it still managed to go through, leaving Shrapnel wondering whether he should be screaming in pain, or begging for it to go faster and harder. He didn’t even know how much time had passed; could have been just seconds, or perhaps he was standing there for hours as those three rods came completely out from their holster, fully turgid, desperate for something to be shoved into, hungry for a hole to fuck and throbbing so harshly that Shrapnel had to wonder how it was that he still had a blood flow to the brain, or how he still managed to keep himself up despite being very obviously unbalanced. Looking up at the sky, he could just barely make out the tips of his rods, so far up that it took a few seconds before the droplets of precum, each one thick enough to fill up a swimming pool, came crashing down on his head, promising so much more if he just began pumping properly, instead of just waiting around for something to happen; and with Liz still there, and with her tits still very much growing, what better use could there be of this tripled package than being shoved directly down three very tight, very narrow openings so that their insides could be flooded? Shrapnel didn’t even consider the possibility that the serval might not be capable of taking what he had just planned for the third cock; her two nipples might be big enough to handle his size, but surely it shouldn’t be possible for her mouth to stretch open wide enough to take something that was probably bigger than every dick in the country put together and then some. Then again, all sense of logic and reason had long-since been abandoned between himself and Elizabeth, so far as Shrapnel cared, the only way to truly be sure was to go ahead and try it, and hope for the best. Judging by the kind of noises coming from behind the boobwall, Liz was clearly wanting to have a go at it as well.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation Text: I couldn't believe that Helia wanted to come back to Texas with me. Summer in New York was pleasant for me, but a New York girl experiencing a Texas summer? But Helia paid for the ticket out of her own money, so I guess I couldn't complain much. "Ooooo, we're gonna have such fun, Strig," cooed Helia, "I've never been to Texas before. This should be fun." "There's not that much to do, where I'm from Helia," I said, "You'll just get bored." "I won't get bored," replied Helia, as she settled into her seat, " I can always find something to do." She asked the stewardess for a pillow, and began to nap as the plane took off. As the plane gained altitude, I watched as Helia slept. As the air pressure dropped, Helia began to slowly get bigger. Her breasts and belly swelled slightly filling out her seat and the space in front of her. Helia slept soundly until the plane landed. As the plane descended, Helia's generous measurements returned to their normal 68GG. As the plane's wheels touched the runway, Helia woke with a start. She stretched and gave a big yawn, as the captain announced our arrival in Dallas. "Did anything happen while I was asleep?" asked Helia. "No," I replied, "Not for you anyway." We caught the commuter plane back to San Angelo, and landed a little after three in the afternoon. "How will I recognize your dad?" asked Helia. "You remember that Uresei Yatsura tape I rented at your place?" I asked her. Helia nodded. "Well my dad looks a lot like Onsen Mark." Helia giggled furiously as we left the airport. Outside in the parking lot, my dad was waiting beside his Mustang, a palomino-colored hatchback. "How was the trip?" Dad asked. "It was interesting to say the least," I replied. "Yes," said Helia, "Travel is a great way to expand one's knowledge." She burst into giggles as I loaded her bags into the back of the Mustang. We had a lot of fun that night, I treated Helia to a movie that wouldn't be showing in her hometown, and after the movie was over, she beat me two out of three times at my favorite video game in the theatre arcade. After the game was over, she arched her back and stretched, a very impressive sight, and asked if I would take her back to the house. At the house Helia took a long shower, and dressed in some high necked satin pajamas with an unusual cut to the fabric. "Maternity PJ's?" asked my mom. "They have a better fit for someone with my condition," said Helia, patting her overly full bosom. Mom left it at that, as Helia retired for the evening. The combination of the date plus jet lag must have taken a lot out of her, because I heard her snoring almost immediately after her head hit the pillow. The next day, Helia was still halfway wiped out as she emerged from her room. She went into my bathroom, and started rummaging around in her overnight bag when she cried: "Oh no!" "What's wrong, Helia?" I asked sticking my head in the door. "I forgot my multivitamins," replied Helia despairingly, "I'm gonna be a mess if I don't take them. What am I gonna do, Strig.?" "Umm, wait a minute, I have something," I said. I opened my medicine cabinet and pulled out a large bottle of caplets, and handed two of them to Helia. "These help me when I don't feel up to snuff in the morning," I explained. Helia took the two caplets, and washed them down with a glass of water. As I went out of the bathroom, Helia got out the bottle and took four more of the caplets, but I didn't know this then. I had my own little sports car at the time, but considering the car's size and Helia's generous assets, I borrowed one of Norvell Allen's Cadillac convertibles for today's little jaunting. Helia had asked if I would take her shopping, and I said I would. "You just tell me where you want to go," I said, "And I will take you there." I put the top down, started the engine, and pulled out of the driveway. As we drove around for a while, I noticed Helia adjusting her shoulder strap. "Is something wrong?" I asked. Helia shook her head a bit. "It's probably the heat," said Helia, "I sometimes expand a little when it gets hot like this. I won't get much bigger." Helia leaned the seat back and raised her arms above her head to stretch. "It's a lovely day," she said, pulling some slack into her belt. We stopped at a music store on Knickerbocker and bought some CD's to listen to. I looked for a couple of Pink Floyd CD's I wanted and Helia looked for something to her taste. Maybe a classic rock fan like me. I glanced over at Helia to see what she had picked out. I couldn't be sure, but her top looked a little tight on her for some reason. "Helia are you alright," I asked. "Yeah," she replied, "Why?" "You look a little full, that's all," I explained. "I told you, it's the heat," said Helia, "You should have seen what happened one time at a tanning salon. I got wedged in the tanning bed for over an hour." She giggled. Back in the car, Helia leaned back in the seat and stretched. She asked if I knew of any place to get a decent meal. I took her to one of my favorite pizza, places all you can eat for five bucks. By my standards it was a bargain. Helia wasn't the picky eater that I was, she tried everything on the buffet, and even a few things I wouldn't try. I could never see the attraction of pineapple and Canadian bacon myself, but when she asked for jalapeno and pepperoni, I was tempted to run out and buy her the biggest bottle of antacid I could find. Heartburn City. As Helia left her seat to go to the restroom, I noticed her belly was sticking out a little bit from under her top. I didn't think much of it, until she came back. This time I could see the bottom of her navel sticking out from under the fabric of her top. She helped her self to two more slices of thick crust Meat Monster Pizza before we left. As we got into the Cadillac, all of Helia's navel was exposed. "This is more than just the heat, Helia," I said with some concern. "How do you mean?" Helia replied. "Well most of the stores that we went into had air conditioning," I explained, "You should have shrunk down a little, but your still blowing up." "You're right, I am getting a little big," said Helia, pulling her top down over her belly "Even with the heat, I never got this big." As we pulled out of the lot, Helia's belly continued to balloon up, as did her breasts. As I turned onto Sherwood, we passed the Holsome Bakery, a thought hit me. "Helia," I said, "Did you take anymore of those pills from my medicine cabinet?" "Yes I did," answered Helia, "I didn't think they were as good as my vitamins, so I took a few more." "How many more?" "Umm, three or four," said Helia. "No wonder you're blowing up," I said, "Didn't you read the label on the bottle?" Helia shook her head. "I couldn't, it was torn," she said, "Why what are in those tablets?" "They're Brewer's Yeast," I said, halfway serious. I couldn't help but laugh at the situation. "Helia, you're rising like a loaf of bread." "Oh no!" Helia cried. Slowly, but steadily, her belly surged forth and grew towards her knees. Helia gave a short squeal. "There's not enough room up here," she said, "I'm gonna have to get in the back." Helia had a difficult time getting in the back with her belly the size it was, but finally she managed to get over the seat. She laid down in the back seat and tried to relax. "Hoo boy," she said, "This has never happened to me before." As the time got close to noon, we found ourselves in a slight traffic jam. The sun began to shine down into the back seat and onto Helia's exposed belly. "Strig," she cried, "It's happening again." I looked in the back to see Helia's breasts and belly grow full and tight as yeast began to make more bubbles inside of her. Her belly slowly swelled to the size of a beach ball. Bigger and bigger she grew, as the warm sun-heated up the carbon dioxide bubbles inside her belly. Helia's shoulders thighs began to grow thick and round as well, becoming cone-like. Helia's belly and breasts began to rise over the top of the Cadillac's back seat for every one to see. Suddenly an opening turned up in the traffic jam. I revved the engine and turned into a side street that I knew would get us home quickly. Helia began to get bigger than the Violet from Willy Wonka. As I passed the house I turned right on the next street and pulled into the alley behind my house. I then did the only thing that made any sense. I opened the back gate, and tossed Helia into the pool. She drifted through the air, and landed lightly on the water's surface "What did you that for?" she asked. "Sorry, I panicked," I said, " I thought it would be the best place to hide you until you deflated." "Good idea," she said. "Can I get you anything?" I asked as she floated over to the side of the pool. "How about some suntan lotion and a pair of sunglasses," she said, "As long as I'm here, I might as well work on my tan." "Okay," I said, "Anything else?" "A tall glass of water?" "Right." I helped Helia strip down to the French-cut Lycra bikini she was wearing beneath her clothes. I then hung her clothes on the fence to dry, and then went into the house to get Helia's things. I returned wearing a bathing suit. "Sunglasses," I said slipping them over her cute nose, "Water," I set that in front of her and slipped a long bendy straw between her lips. "Thanks," she said, as she began to suck up the water through the straw. As she did this, I poured sunscreen on her swollen body and rubbed it into her soft skin. I then oiled her legs and, with some discretion, the top of her bust. "You can touch them," she said, when she saw me blush, "Your doing me a favor." I finally settled on putting the oil in her hand and then guiding it to each swollen breast. "You're sweet, Strig," said Helia, "I don't find that kind of modesty often. I guess that's one of the reasons I like you. You don't want my body, you just want me." Before I knew it, she had hold of my arms, and hauled me upon to her swollen belly. Before I could do anything, she said: "Relax, I don't mind being a pool toy, in fact I kind of like it. It keeps my hair out of the water." I saw what she meant. My weight off set her buoyancy so that rather than laying on the water, it was more like she was sitting on it. "It's a nice day to go swimming," said Helia. I laid my head on her swollen belly. Without really thinking about it, I heard a sort of fizzing sound. At first I thought it was just the water in my ears. Then it hit me, water, you mix yeast with water to get the CO2 bubbles. I looked at Helia just as I realized why she wanted the glass of water. "Or for a balloon ride," she said with a grin that belonged on an Irish girl that loved to steal kisses from innocent boys. As I felt Helia continue to swell in my arms, she began to giggle girlishly. As warm gas filled in Helia's bulk floated us off the water's surface, I realized what it was that I liked about Helia. No matter what the circumstances, she could always rise to any occasion. AFTER WORDS by Helia I must say that my visit with Strig was fun as well as relaxing. Something about Texan hospitality. I left his beautiful state with a ten gallon hat and a new ten gallon brassiere along with a ten gallon blouse and ten gallon pants. Thanks Strig! I also must say that in the warmer months you can find me in a pool or near the lake. I love to swim or, as often as it happens, float about on the water, soaking in the warm yellow rays of the sun, being rubbed down with lotion or oil (of course, in a more inflated state I need additional hands to assist). I like to keep inflated during the summer months. If not my whole body I typically keep my breasts at a rotund round and incredibly bouncy size. I have a set of Lycra bikinis that will stretch to nearly any size. Every once in a while a suit gets old and I simply will "blow" out of it ending up standing there in the water with my giant life-preservers hanging off my chest or billowing up to my chin. So, if you see a very busty girl hanging out in the local wading pool or lake, and a moment later you see her boobs expand and blast out her swimsuit top...be a dear and head over with a quart of suntan lotion and oil me up, won't you?

Title: the fourth floor by Ahote Nordekai Tags: M/F, Romance His feet hit the ground with the rhythm of the music in his headphones: rapid, consistent, beating heavily against the hard concrete of the sidewalk. He wasn't able to run like this on the reservation. His grandfather always wanted him to leave the reservation, and educate himself - become a better man. Graduating 4 years ago from Saint Joseph's Technical University majoring in computer science and a minor in English literature made his grandfather proud; proud enough to pass on the bear necklace that rattled against the dark fur of his chest as he listened to another rave song that blared through his headphones. Grandfather died shortly after that. Pancreatic cancer took him at the young age of 94, just shy of his 95th birthday. He was happy to go with the spirits that graced the land, and Alexander knew that grandfather watched over him, keeping him on his path. The concrete sidewalk ended in front of Alexander's apartment building. His sweat soaked his dark colored fur, through his orange SJTU t-shirt. The railing up the steps welcomed him, as he leaned his arms over it, panting, slowing his breathing, letting the boom boom in his ears run on its way without him. Taking the headphones off his ears, he could hear himself breathing heavily against the summer breeze, and the passing highway behind the building. Alexander also heard a car door close behind him, and the click clack of heels slowly walking closer. The rustle of the shopping bag against her newspaper is what caught his attention, making him turn his head. Heather. He had only moved in 3 months ago, and he already knew who she was. He knew she was a manager of a clothing store further inside the city. He knew she lived alone. He knew she lived above him. He knew she had a great set of legs that drove him insane. Remembering when he moved in, she had been to the apartment's swimming pool with a couple friends, he had only caught a glimpse of her as she walked around the corner, and still remembers what the back of her legs looked like. Still panting, not only from his run, but now from the fond memory he has of her, she walked up to the steps. "Good evening, Miss Heather," he said between labored breaths. The dark brown spaghetti strap of her tank top had lightly fallen off her shoulder, with a newspaper tucked under her arm. He glanced at it shortly, then looked to the ground, further slowing his breathing. She smirked and nodded to him, reaching her arm around to pull her strap back onto her shoulder, almost dropping her bag of groceries. "Hey, Alex. You do that too often, you know." Alex liked to run, and she would sometimes watch him from her balcony, sitting on a simple white chair, her legs crossed and bare feet resting comfortably beneath her seat. "What's that?" She giggled softly. "Running. Every time I see you, you're running somewhere. You need to slow down." Fumbling with her keys, she reached for the door. With his new breath, he ran around his welcoming railing, quickly taking his keys, and opening the door for her. "Please, I got the door for ya." Stepping back to let her pass, he was finally able to see the detail in her dirty blonde fur, as it hugged her body tightly, as a kiss holds tight against a lover's lips. Her dark green hair lightly flowed with the gentle summer breeze, and her pale blue skirt flowed and swayed against those legs he so fondly remembered. Setting her keys back in her hand, she smiled at him, then lowered her head with a smirk. She could smell the sweat on him, his muscles tensing as he ran, his large arms swinging back and fourth, his strong thighs and legs pounding and punishing the pavement, working themselves to soreness, only to become firmer and tighter. Never seeing it, she imagined his chest; full, dark, strong, able to wrap her inside, with his arms to her back, the side of her head resting against his bear claw necklace. Blushing, she stepped past him through the door, rustling her groceries as her spaghetti strap fell off her shoulder again. He watched her walk inside to the elevator at the end of the hall; watching each step she took, her long firm legs slowly swaying beneath the flow of her skirt. Inhaling deeply, he smelled her perfume: daisies. Like a spring meadow before the rain. Closing his eyes, he imagined rolling around in her perfume, rolling in her scent, rolling with her in his arms. Stepping inside the elevator, she quickly turned around. Her long green hair flowing over her shoulders as she pressed the button for the fourth floor. Smiling back to him, he gazed at her with a smirk. "Bye, Alex," she said with a slight giggle. The doors quietly shut. Alexander stepped inside the coolness of the air conditioned building, sweat still dripping from the fur on his forehead. Running his large hands through his hair, pulling his scent from it, he took the rubber band around his wrist, tying it into a tail. Stepping toward the steps for one last run, something brushed against his running shoe. A newspaper, grey with black print, and an advertisement for whitening toothpaste, accented against his dirt brown shoes. He had been admiring those legs so much, he hadn't noticed that she had dropped it. Picking up the paper, he headed for the stairs, and the fourth floor. As the doors to the elevator doors closed, she sighed. "Damn that man is fine." Resting her groceries on the railing around the elevator, she shifted her hips. Just the thought of him made her hormones run wild, the smell of his sweat drove her senses to insanity, and his smile just topped everything off. If she were any other woman, that man's furry assed tail would be in her bed quicker than it takes to make toast. Hot toast. Dripping with butter. She shifted her hips again, lightly blushing, as she felt a warmth start to form between her legs. She continued thinking about him as the bell in the elevator struck the second floor. How she wanted to press her large firm breasts against his bare chest, taking that bear necklace between her teeth, and having him pull at her fur, pulling her closer and into him. His arms, dreaming they held her close to him, forcing her every need to emerge and be met. Licking her lips, she closed her eyes, holding that picture of him, standing in the doorway, holding it open for her, the gentleman he was. Wondering, if she could ever get him behind the door to her apartment, if he'd still be that same gentleman, or take her for a ride and make her sweat like he was. The elevator rang the third floor, and the doors opened. Flustered, she quickly grabs her groceries, blushing her dirty blonde fur to a deep purplish red. Nobody was there. Rolling her eyes to the back of her head, she flicked her tail around, leaning her back against the wall of the elevator. As her tail brushed against her ankle, she imagined his tail there, close. So close that if his tail were at her ankle, he'd have to be pressed against her, kissing her lips, pushing her against the wall, taking what could be his. She trailed her free hand up her side, gently grazing against the side of her breast., leaning the back of her head against the wall. She licked her lips again. "Mmmm ... right there, Alex," she whispered to herself. As the elevator rang the fourth floor, she composed herself as the doors opened. She straightened her top against her hips, and walked into the hallway, half dizzy from her elevator dream state. Smiling to herself, she walked past the stairwell to her apartment, slowly sliding her keys into the door. Smirking, still thinking about Alex, she wondered what it would be like to have his hands around her hips, slowly sliding his thick shaft into her as she wrapped her legs around him. The door unlocked with a click. Setting the keys back in her hand, she reached for the handle, as the door to the stairwell swung open. "Miss Heather?" she heard behind her. "Miss Heather. You dropped your paper." Lightly turning her head, there he was. Her elevator fantasy standing in front of her. "I... I what?" she stammered, blushing, trying to get the thought of his chest out of her head so that she could think properly. Lightly panting from the run up the stairs, he stopped next to her, leaning a hand on the wall. "Your paper, Miss Heather. You dropped it in the hallway downstairs." With a smile, she opened the door to her apartment. Then looked down to where her paper should have been, blushing further, taking both arms around her groceries tightly, trying not to think about him. "Oh .. Can you bring it in for me?" She kicked the door all the way open, slowly walking inside. "Yes, Miss Heather," he said, now breathing normally. His headphones had fallen to his hip, as he walked past her door. She closed her eyes, wishing only to be his headphones, dancing alongside his hip, his firm thigh, sliding against his sweaty fur. Biting her lip and rolling her eyes, she brought her groceries inside to her kitchen, setting them gently on the marble counter. Leaning her head back, she bit harder, not wanting him to leave. "Can I interest you in a cup of tea? You really didn't have to bring that up," quickly looking to her tea kettle on top of her stainless steel stove. Her lightly shaking hand reached for the tea kettle, and quickly brought it to the sink, filling it with water. "I have mint, if that's what you like." Slowly stepping inside her hallway, he leaned his head around the corner. "I would love to, but I haven't cleaned up from my run." The sweat on his fur was starting to dry and become stronger. Turning his head to the empty apartment hallway, he cautiously stepped further inside, not wanting her to think him too bold. "Maybe some other..." She set the tea kettle down, quickly, and spun around the corner to catch him. As she turned the corner, all she saw was his orange t-shirt and bear claw necklace against his dark fur, kissably close. Blushing, she put her hands up to prevent herself from completely running into him, gently resting her hands against his firm chest, damp with his sweat. ".....time?" he asked, turning his head around only to see her flowing hair in front of him, looking down to her large green eyes, and delicate hands, now resting against his chest. Holding her paper to the side, he lightly raised his free hand, gently resting it on her arm next to her elbow, almost catching her. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he slowly took in a deep breath, raising his chest against her hands. Blushing further, she drew back her hands, and lightly patted his chest. "Nonsense. I wouldn't take you to the movies like this, but tea is fine." Giving a nervous chuckle, she quickly stepped around him, closing the door. "Not that I wouldn't take you to the movies ... or anywhere else ... I mean ... dressed for a run is different than ... " She realized that she was stammering and rambling on, nervously, and waved her hand. "Oh, you know what I mean. Get in here," she said with a slight laugh, and playfully pushed his back. His back was strong and tight. Tighter than his chest. Closing her hands into fists, holding them close to her breasts, she walked around him, and back into the kitchen as he stood there, still with his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Do you take your tea with sugar?" Slowly leaning his head around the corner, he saw her at the stove, stirring the tea in the kettle. His eyes wandered from the back of her head down her back, slender, knowing just how tight her fur was against her body. The curve of her hips seemed to ask for his hands to hold them, and trace down her long legs. His eyes traced her legs instead, down to her high heeled shoes, tied on the outside of her ankle. "Sugar. Y-Yes Miss, Heather." He bit his lip, lightly tilting his head in admiration and desire, slowly letting his eyes walk up her legs. Turning her head to give him a smile, she noticed his eyes wandering around her body briefly before he quickly looked the other way. With a smirk, she turned back to the tea, lightly swishing her tail as she stirred, shifting her hips to the side. His eyes looked back to her, his head not turning, catching her tail as it flowed against her pale blue dress. She saw him. She saw his eyes dancing along her backside, and didn't say anything. "So Alex, what kind of music do you listen to as you rush everywhere every evening? Must be something fast, because I know I wouldn't be able to keep up with you." He walked further inside the kitchen, and leaned against the faint purple colored wall, turning his head to her, getting a closer look at her tail as she stirred the tea. It looked to him like she must brush her tail daily to make it flow like that, softly with every movement, tight just above her rear. "Tech, actually. It's the only thing fast and steady enough to keep me going. Sets my pace, and keeps me consistent." He smirked. "But I'm sure you could keep up with me. I wouldn't leave you behind." Setting the spoon on the marble counter, she reached into the drawer next to the stove, pulling out the remote for her stereo, pressing play, as a soft down tempo technical melody started to emit from the radio across the living room. She lightly tapped her foot to the slow firm beat, letting the bottom of her skirt dance slightly against her strapped heels. She opened the cabinet with her tea cups, reaching to the top shelf, past her usual tea cups, stretching her arm further than need be, giving him a look at her side. Quietly stepping towards her, he gently licked the inside of his teeth, his pelvis growing warmer, and set the newspaper on the counter next to her with a smile. Her hand still in the cupboard, she turned her head to look at him, instead seeing the firm chest and bear necklace. She breathed in with a smile, smelling his sweat., raising her eyebrows and eyes from his chest to look at his face. It was stronger than she had remembered, his jaw line trailing down to his thick neck. What she wouldn't give to wrap her arms around that neck as he took her to ecstasy. He looked at her with a smile. Those eyes. Eyes he started to lose himself in. Slowly, he trailed his eyes up her arm to the cupboard, to her fingers which rested just out of reach of a white tea cup. The smell of mint traveled from the stove to him, and mixed with her perfume of daisies. Eyeing only the tea cup, he slid his hand past hers, lightly grasping the cup, pulling it off the shelf, setting it next to her, looking back to her eyes to get lost. She smiled, gently looking away with a blush, shifting her hips in front of him, intentionally accidentally brushing her tail against his firm thigh. "Thank you, Alex. What would I do without you?" He shivered. Her tail sent pins and needles up his spine, setting his fur on edge. "Find somebody else to reach your tea cup?" he asked with a soft laugh. He looked to the tea cup, and realized that he never let it go. His hand rested close to her arm. He could take her arm, and spin her around into him if he desired. He did. He wanted her. He wanted to feel her fur rubbing against his, wanted to feel her legs around him, her hot body against his. She turned her face back to him, stirring the tea. "And why not you?" She blushed at her bold statement, and set the spoon next to the tea cup in his hand. Smiling, she gently traced the shape of his hand with her finger. Looking up into his dark deep eyes, she gave him a smile, slipping her tail to the side, again brushing his hip. "I think you're more than capable of giving me what I need, don't you?" Her fur shivered as she spoke. Lightly leaning his head down, clenching his teeth, he slowly moved his fingers from the teacup, and lightly grasped her fingers. "I would be more than willing, Miss Heather," he whispered. Her daisies smelled stronger, and her touch made his tail flick with desire. Her lips were within inches of him, and rested just out of reach. Softly blinking her eyelashes to him, she slowly slid her other hand to his, holding it with both her hands, smiling wider. "I'm sure you would be." She lightly turned her body, the heel of her black strapped shoe gently grazing along the top of his running shoe. Sliding her body in front of him, and her back to the cupboard, she lifted her eyes and head to the cabinet above the stove next to her. "In that case," she said slowly, "can you reach the other tea cup in that cabinet? I'm afraid I can't." With a slight smirk, he reached to the cabinet door, opening it, not taking his eyes off her face. Her lips seemed to scream for him. Leaning closer, he grasped the teacup, her face getting closer to his. She lightly lifted her chin, gently kissing his, as his hand rested on the shelf. Inhaling deeply, he gently squeezed her hand, lowering his head to gently kiss her lips. His back shivered at her touch, her hot lips against his, then gently slid his hand up her arm, feeling her fur as he softly pushed it against its natural direction. Speaking slowly and softly to her lips, gently closing his eyes, "Is this the one?" Closing her eyes, kissing his chin again, shivering as her fur was pushed, she inhaled deeply, lifting her chest to his. "Yes. That will do nicely." She reached her arm to his side, wrapping her delicate hands and fingers around his sides, pulling him to her, as she stretched her neck to taste his lips. She teasingly licked his lips with a smile, then slid her hands up his back. His hand slid around her shoulder to her back, beneath the strap of her shirt. He smiled as she licked his lips. His other hand fell from the shelf, lightly grasping her shoulder as he pulled her to him, kissing her firmly. Slipping his lips to her cheek, kissing it as well, his hips leaned into hers, his bulging shorts resting against her skirt. He whispered to her ear, "Miss Heather, I believe you're trying to seduce me." She leaned her head back, lightly raising a knee to his thigh. "Is it working?" She grabbed his shirt, clenching the soft sweaty cloth in her hands, leaning her cheek to his as he gently licked her ear. "Yes. Yes it is." Sliding his hands down her back, he firmly nuzzled against her neck, kissing her tight dirty blonde fur. His hands grasped her shirt, pulling it from her back, trailing a kiss up her chin, then lightly licking her upper lip. Heather could feel her fur between her legs becoming hot. She bit her lip briefly, only to slide her tongue inside his mouth, pulling at his shirt as she slid her knee up the outside of his thigh, lightly hooking her heel around his knee. Pulling him forward, she felt his swollen shaft press against her thigh, only driving her hormones madder. With a smile, she lightly bit his lip, tugging at his shirt again, lightly pulling the bottom of it up his back. In a single motion, he slid his hands to the bottom of his shirt, and lifted it over his head, tossing it to the floor in front of the stove. His lips returned to hers, tasting her daisies, pressing his firm chest against her breasts. His hands lightly traced down her sides, his palms grazing the sides of her breasts, and grasped the bottom of her shirt, lifting it slightly. She leaned into him, pushing them away from the counter and the stove. He slid her top off, tossing it next to his, and wrapped his arms around her bare upper body. He could feel her hot breasts against his, as her cleavage lightly bunched the fur on his chest. They stumbled to the rear wall of the kitchen, now with Alex pinned, as she pressed her body against his, trailing her hands down his naked back. She grabbed his fur, tugging at it, wanting more of him, as her lips and tongue danced with his. With the beat of the music in the background sounding through their bodies, he slid his hands to her tail, then beneath, unfastening her skirt, as her hands trailed around the front of his shorts. Slipping them beneath, she traced the muscles of his hips, as her body raced with heat. His throbbing shaft pressed firmly against her, as his hands slid around the inside of her unfastened skirt. She slid her hand to his rear, grasping his fur again, pulling his hips and manhood against her. His hands lowered her skirt off her hips, as she tightened her thighs, letting it fall to the floor. He grasped the fur on her hip, sliding his lips to her shoulder, passionately kissing it, sliding his lips to the base of her neck in front of her. She leaned her head back, giving him more of her neck, as she lowered his shorts off his firm thighs. He slid his hands around her hips, firmly grasping her tail, and pulled her to him, her breasts rising to him. Answering their call, his lips slid down her chest, lightly kissing her breast. She moved her hands in front of him, grasping his manhood, claiming her ground as his lips found her nipple. He suckled it lightly, gently tugging at her tail. She wrapped both her hands around his erection, gently sliding her hands forward along his large shaft. Inhaling deeply, she turned her head out of the kitchen, pulling his erection with her, taking his hand, running to the couch. He pushed her down into the soft couch as she giggled. His tail swished along her leg as his lips kissed between her breasts. Her hands slid up his sides, interlacing her fingers behind his neck, pulling his head to her body, lightly wrapping her legs around his hips. His hands slid down her sides, lightly cupping her breasts as his lips kissed lower, taking fur between his lips, tugging at her abdomen. Caressing her sides, his hands slipped down her hips and around her thighs, spreading them, as his lips kissed her hip. She ran her fingers through his long hair, finally grasping the bunch of hair tied in his rubber band, and sliding her tied high heel shoes up the middle of his back. He kissed her inner thigh, resting his hands on her knees, sliding his lips to what was already hot and wet, kissing her womanhood gently, lightly nipping her fur. She arched her back, pulling his hair and head closer to her, as he licked the lips of her neither regions. They quivered lightly, and her legs squeezed his back. She opened her mouth, giving s silent scream of pleasure as his tongue delved deeper inside, finding her tiny swollen mound between her lips. He flicked his tongue against it, listening to her inhale deeply, pushing her knees farther apart. Her tail flicked against his bare chest, brushing against his swollen erection, making his mouth want more of her hot silk. He suckled her swollen mound, taking it gently between his lips, flicking his tongue against it in his mouth, wetting it further. She bit her lip, letting out a squealed moan, pressing her knees back against his strong arms, stretching her fingers along the back of his head. She would be happy if he did nothing but this to her for the rest of the night, week, or even forever. Her pelvis tingled at his lips and tongue, her thighs shaking lightly, then firmly grasped his hair with her hands, pulling his head up her body, dragging him against her fur. He slid his hands up her sides, lightly working them behind her back and kissed the front of her neck. Taking a deep breath, and most of her strength, she rolled him onto his back sliding her legs and tail up his side as he held her hips as his feet fell to the floor. Straddling him, she wrapped her arms around his thighs, sliding her head to his inner thigh, nuzzling against him, his manhood next to her head, and her knees at his shoulders. He slid his hands to her rear, pulling her to him, nuzzling against the swollen mound he tasted before, again taking it in his lips. She brushed her cheek against his erection, feeling him kissing her between her legs. She spread her legs for him, lowering her hips as his tongue danced along her clitoris, pulling at the fur on his legs, gently kissing the side of the base of his shaft. Alex inhaled deeply, lapping at her mound, nuzzling her vagina, as she took him into her mouth. She slid his shaft inside her, pursing her lips around his thick cock, slowly sliding back to its tip. He moaned to her legs, grasping her fur. Opening his eyes to the pink flesh before him, he moaned again as she slid her head back down his shaft, wrapping her tongue around it, tracing the thick vein that ran down its middle. His shaft quivered to her as she firmly sucked him. She slid her lips back up his shaft, lightly grazing her teeth along its flesh, catching them on its head and slid her hands inside his thighs, one to the base of his shaft, one to his testicles, as his tail frantically swung side to side beneath them. He slid his tongue along her crease, seeing her tail standing at attention above them, contrasting the blonde fur and her pink flesh. Closing his eyes again, he slid his tongue inside her, trimming her vaginal hole, running his tongue in circles around its edge. Firmly grasping his shaft wet from her lips, she slid her hand up and down it, tilting her head to the side, trailing her tongue around the tip. She moaned as his tongue entered her, wanting a thicker, hotter, firmer part of him inside, and lightly bit his tip. Arching his head back, he grasped her inner thighs, then lifted his head to her tail, kissing its base gently, interlacing his fingers in its fur, lifting his hips to her. She slid her head back down his hot shaft, and grasped it firmly, pulling it slightly, feeling her womanhood lightly drip to his chest, mixing with his sweat. She slid her lips off his shaft, as his tongue slowly slid back down her crease. "Oh, Alex," was all she could muster through a deep moan dripping from her lips. She slid around herself around on him, slipping her fingers to the tip of his tail, and straddled his hips. Keeping his tail in one hand, she caressed his chest with her other, again tasting his lips, sliding her tongue inside his mouth, dancing with his teeth. She slid her hands up his side grasping his fur, feeling his flesh and muscles beneath against her nails, lowering her tail between his legs, wagging quickly from side to side, beating against the inside of his firm thighs. He lifted his hips, sliding his cock along her crease, feeling her tail finally brush against his, and looked into her deep green eyes, almost to ask for permission. She smiled, kissing him again, stretching her back, pressing herself against his shaft, and pressed her hands against his firm chest. Drawing back, then lifting his hips again, he slid himself inside her, hot and wet, steaming against his pulsing and aching erection. Letting out a small whimper, she arched her back, lowering herself to him. He leaned his head back, still faintly hearing the down tempo tech playing on her radio, and firmly pressed his hips against hers. "Oh, yes," she stammered, lifting herself from his chest. He filled her, his hot cock lightly beating inside her to the rhythm of the music. Shifting her hips on top of him made her drip lightly against his pelvis. She leaned back, spreading her fingers against his chest, and faintly curled her tail around his. His hands grasped her hips, and slid up her sides, tangling his fingers in the fur next to her breasts. Back and fourth, his hips slid against her, his hands holding her upper body in place. She whimpered as he pumped her, her legs becoming weak and trembling. His tail tightened around hers, pumping her harder. Sliding his hands to her back he felt her fur become wet with her sweat. Sitting up, she slid her hands to his abs, feeling them tense as he up righted himself, sliding his back to the back of the couch. She grasped the dark brown leather behind him, biting her lip as she felt herself tense around his cock. Firming her thighs, she lightly bounced on him, his head lowering and his lips kissing her firm breasts. Heather mixed sounds of Ooo's and Ahh's, sliding herself higher and higher with him. He arched his head back, moaning himself, as his thighs twitched beneath her. "Heather," he whispered. "Oh, Alex, yes," she moaned, quickening herself with him, felling her hot flesh become wetter and more slick. "Yes, Alex, I want it." With a forceful thrust, he pressed his shaft deep within her, releasing his cum to her. She moaned, widening her mouth at his thrust, his cum seeping from inside her, and he began to pump her again. Heather screamed. Her muscles tightened around his cock, as he pumped inside her. Feeling his sticky ejaculate against her fur excited her more, and she grasped his hand, sliding it to her breast. "Oh, don't stop," she said, bouncing firmly against his hips. Lifting his hips to her, he lightly bit her fur, feeling her womanhood contract around his. She wrapped her fingers around his pony tail, and pulled his head to her chest. Grunting, keeping with the beat on the radio, he slid his cock in and out of her tightened flesh, feeling it become dripping lava hot, quivering like his hands against her breast, unable to control his hand movements. Inhaling deeply, she moaned again as she came, leaning back, firmly sitting on his cock, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of her face as she dripped on him. Opening her eyes, slowly flashing her eyelashes at him, she kissed him firmly, humming her lips to him. Alex caressed her back, remaining inside her for a moment, tasting the sweetness of her lips, inhaling her daisy perfume. He slowly slid out of her, holding her naked body close to his. She whimpered as he exited, feeling their juices mixed between them. Heather rested her forehead against his, smiling, catching her breath. "Wow." She giggled. "Helps you keep rhythm, eh?" Alex chuckled. "Yes, Miss Heather." Smiling at her in his arms, he gazed into her green eyes. He could definitely get used to this. So could she. "I think we can drop the 'Miss', now, Alex." Rubbing his nose against hers, he grinned widely. "Yes, Dear." He held her hand as she dismounted him, her legs still quivering. Keeping his hand in hers, he stood, taking her into his arms again, softly kissing her lips. "Ya know, I like it when you make me tea," he said with a chuckle. Blushing, turning her head to the side, she rested her head against his chest, lightly rubbing her cheek against his bear claw necklace. She smiled, lightly flicking her tail. "Then I'll have to make you some tea again, sometime." Heather turned her head, and kissed his chest. She was in his arms. Her whole body radiated heat against him, making her smile wider. She'd stay like this forever if she could. Taking her by his side, they slowly walked to the kitchen. Alex bent down and picked up his shorts and shirt, handing Heather her top and skirt. She took her clothes, grasped his sweaty shirt, and leaned her head up, gently kissing his chin. "Mine?" she asked, looking into his eyes. Alex smiled, letting go of his shirt. He stepped back into his shorts, as she put on his shirt, swimming in its large size, covering all but the bottom edge of her rear, flicking her tail back and fourth in content. With a chuckle, he kissed her forehead. "Damn, you look good in my shirt," and they started walking towards her door. She smiled, and kissed his lips. "I have the feeling I may have found a new wardrobe," she said, half meaning it that she didn't want him to leave, half meaning she wanted to go with him to his apartment. "Of course, if that's ok with you?" Alex held her side next to him as he grasped the handle to the door, turning it slightly. "You're welcome to anything that I'm not wearing at that moment," he said with a smirk. "Care to come downstairs for some dinner?" She smirked at him, trailing a finger down his bare chest. "Mmm ... I'd love to. How soon?" "Come down whenever you're ready, I'll leave the door unlocked for you. I just need to take a shower, and we can start." Alex smirked, knowing full well that he was going to be taking his time in the shower. Lightly opening her door, he placed a foot out. "See you, soon, Heather." "Can't wait to see what you have cooking for me," she said. Quickly, she flicked her tail, brushing it along his inner thigh, giving him a rather innocent look.

Title: Housewives Club Pt. 03 Tags: mature, milf Jane Luscious Dimples got assignments more often, she was selective with her clientele. While Ted contacted her regularly through HWC, Chris eliminated HWC as the middleman. She did turn down some high profile clients. HWC, especially Anna, did not seem very happy about it. On her family front, David interacted very little with her. Mark kept to himself. She missed being his mother. Jane was unaware that David was gay, and that he moved out with Bill. Alice nor Chris were going to tell her. Early November, Jane called Alice to help plan and prepare for the Thanksgiving get together. Chris was out of town. Alice thought that he may be with one of his mistresses. Alice arrived early. Jane, 5ft2 165 lbs., D cupped in her long T down to her knees, opened the door to greet her. She noticed a changed Alice. She observed her confidence, her improved grace, and the purposeful movements. "My! You look lovely. There is something different about you." Kissing her on her cheeks, Alice brushed off the compliment. They moved to the kitchen table and were soon discussing the menu for the Thanksgiving dinner. Alice observed that Jane was not her usual self. She did not want to pry. She knew what Chris was into. She was intrigued to find out more. "Mom", she called. Jane looked at her. "Is everything alright? You don't seem to be yourself." Jane immediately burst out crying. Alice was taken aback. "I feel so lonely. Chris seems to have moved on." Alice contained herself. She reminded herself of the HWC confidentiality agreement. Jane went on to express her loneliness, frustrations, and finally desires. "I just want to be loved." Suddenly standing up, she dropped her T shirt to the floor and stood naked in front of her daughter-in-law. Her breasts were firm for a 50+ year woman and she had a hairy muff covering her aging cunt. Alice stepped back and closed her eyes for a second. She could not believe that Jane just did that. When she finally opened her eyes, Jane was still standing there bearing all. "I don't think Chris wants this anymore." Alice appeared sympathetic. She remained silent as Jane continued. She wanted to tell her, she had him in her. She pressed her lips together to stay silent. "I am loosing Chris. I think he is seeing other women. It's ok that he does, I would like him to do me too." Jane went on for the next few minutes to openly tell Alice that she wanted sex and she kept going back to Chris not fucking her anymore. She asked her for suggestions to help her out. Alice wondered if she should bring her into the HWC membership. Jane being naked turned Alice on a bit. She wanted to drop her clothes too. Her eyes constantly moved to Jane's muff. She recollected what Chris said about Jane - "She is very possessive and jealous, likes her pussy eaten. She watches gangbang porn. I taught her how to swallow cum. She now loves it." Alice decided to verify if Chris knew his wife's needs. She calmly asked Jane, "What are you and Chris like in bed?" Jane hesitated to answer. Alice put her hand on her naked thigh, "I promise not to tell anyone." She moved her fingers closer to her muff. She wanted to feel it. She could smell her strong fragrance. Jane felt a shiver coming on as she felt Alice's hands reaching out to her cunt. She enjoyed it and she let her do her way. "Chris is a good lover. He is a good kisser and licks me down well." Alice smiled. Jane continued. "I like his taste. I swallow. I enjoy it." She could not believe the confession she was hearing. "I notice a change in you. You look different and appear more confident." Jane walked to pull the apron in the kitchen and wrapped it around her. Alice was glad she did. Her muff was distracting. With her ass uncovered, Jane told her how much she loved Chris and that she never loved anyone like she did Chris. Alice's thoughts went back to the evening and the next day when Chris fucked her till she was sore. She could relate with her addiction to Chris. "Is he a good lover?" she asked teasing Jane. "On my Gosh. He is. He can fuck for hours, cum multiple times, and keep going on." "Really, Wow!" she pretended to show her surprise. "But, I think he is fucking outside of our marriage." "Are you okay with it?" "He is a good man, loves me. I want some loving too." "Have you considered doing other men?" Jane smiled, "I want to. I am shy to explore." It was Alice's cue. She liked Jane a lot and wanted to help her out. "Share with me, Jane. What are type of men are you into?" "Like Chris." "Sure, Sure. I am sure there are others that make you wet." Jane laughed, "God I feel like a young teenager again." "Wait till you get laid. You GILF! You MILF!" "What are those?" "Granny I like to fuck, Mother I like to fuck." "Oh." She felt self-conscious and went silent. Alice smiled. Jane took her time to answer. "Brandon Jones - at the library - turns me on. I often imagined him in bed with me." Alice listened attentively. She did not want to bring Jane into HWC too soon. She felt insecure that she might lose some of her clientele to her, especially Chris. "Brandon Jones eh! I can reach out to him for you. I am sure he will want a piece of your ass." She playfully slapped her exposed ass behind her apron. "No. No. Don't." "Nobody will know. Only Brandon, you, and I." After a short discussion, Jane agreed. Alice had to move quickly. She wanted to make sure Jane got her share of loving to free up Chris for her. Brandon Jones + Jane By 2:30 pm, she found herself walking into the library. She went over to the information desk. "Hi, I am looking for Brandon Jones." The young girl behind the counter used the telephone to call him. Alice waited patiently at the counter. She heard a low pitch voice, "How may I help you?" She turned around and saw a medium height black man, few inches taller than Jane and her, well built - firm bodied, greyed hair and clean shaved. She did not know how to start. She looked at him and confidently asked him, "Is there a private space we can go to? My request is personal." "Personal?" "Yeah, I have a proposition." She followed him to his office. He sat her down and went to the other side of the desk. "What I can I do to help?" She reached for her phone and picked out Jane's picture. She flipped it around and showed it to him. As he looked at Jane's picture, Alice softly spoke, "She is my mother-in-law and she wants you." He dropped the phone in shock and disbelief. "What?" "She wants you", she repeated. "She goes weak on her knees when you are around", she lied. He laughed, "Really", and continued to look at Jane. "Give me your number, I will text you the time and place." He looked up at her, "Listen, I don't know who set you up for this, I am married and have a happy life." Alice walked around to him and bend to whisper, "Are you saying No to a white pussy?" He turned to look at her. "Seriously!" She nodded. She reached for his phone on the desk, and dialed her number. "Her husband is out for the next couple of days. She is ripe for your taking." Without waiting for his response, Alice walked out. Few hours later, after dinner, she got a call. "You got me. Tell me when and where." "Tomorrow morning 9:00 am. Oyster Shore, I will meet you there." As she put the phone down, she had an idea for her own business. Voyeur She called Jane immediately. Just as she told her of her meeting with Brandon. "No way, wow! Did he agree?" Alice moved too quickly for Jane. "Mom, I will bring him to you by 10:00. Prepare yourself well." She left Jane in surprise and shock that she was going to have a lover other than Chris. At 8:30 in the morning Alice picked Brandon from Oyster Shore. He had flowers in his hand. As they drove to Jane's place, Alice and Brandon were amused by the turn of events. "There is a first time for everything." "Yes there is", he adjusted his crotch. He seems excited and ready for action. As soon as the car pulled in, Jane opened the door. Alice glided into the house, Brandon took his time to follow her. "I will leave you two together." Jane smiled nervously. Brandon walked in, giving flowers to her, kissed her on her lips. "I had no idea you were interested in me. I saw you many times and thought you are a sexy woman." She took the flowers and found a vase for them. Brandon was high on confidence, he followed her as she watered the flowers, his hands on her hips and kissed her on her neck. Alice sat on the couch watching him play Jane. Jane seemed reluctant and was trying to avoid the inevitable, when suddenly he picked her up in his arms and looked at Alice. "I have been hard all night thinking of her, where is her bedroom?" She pointed him in the direction. He moved fast and shut the door behind him. Fearing for her mother-in-law she quickly followed them in the room. As soon as she entered, she saw Jane holding on her back, legs stretched, her dress pulled up to her waist, his head between her legs and mouth sucking in her hairy cunt. His thick lips pulled her tender clit into his mouth. Jane closed her eyes, her hips raised, she was moaning and screaming. The sight was erotic. Alice's pussy was wet watching them both together. Jane erupted and her screams filled the room. His face was wet with her cum. He moved next to her and flipped her to her side. He unzipped his pants and Alice saw his chocolate thickness. He did not care for Alice's presence. She saw him tap Jane's cunt and exposed her pink cunt lips through her muff and then in one jerk his cock entered her wet slippery cunt. "Oh Fuck. I never had a black male before." "There is a first time for everything", he laughed as he said that. He was pounding her cunt. He pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her as he fucked her hard. Jane took him in. "Fuck me harder." He pulled out slow and then suddenly she heard her cunt being slammed hard. Jane's eyes popped open wide with pleasure. Alice moved to sit at the bed to watch her mother-in-law being fucked by her fantasy man. The dark chocolate fucking a white woman was exciting. Alice decided that she wanted an interracial experience too. She knew Jane wanted Brandon to herself. Alice rubbed her self over her panties as the couple fucked each other's brains out. After a while, Jane was on the edge. "Pull out, Pull Out." He obliged. She raised her hips, her open cunt lips squirted s shower on the bed. He did not wait, he pushed back in as soon as she was done squirting. "I am going to seed you baby. Here cums some black cum in your white cunt." Jane held his cock hard in her. She felt him grunt and jerk into her. She was clearly enjoying it. He was hugging her from behind, his cock filled her cunt tight. His black balls pressed into her splitting lips. Jane's eyes met Alice. They read each other's thoughts and nodded in appreciation. Brandon's hands moved down to play with Jane's pubic hair. It tickled her and she giggled like a virgin. Alice was happy for her. She could tell that they were going to go at it again. The phone rang. It was Chris reaching out for Jane. Jane was plugged deep by Brandon's thick hard cock. Alice picked the call. "Hi Chris, Alice here." She saw Brandon push Jane onto her stomach and his cock pressing into her from behind as she stepped out of the room. Jane was moaning and Brandon was at it again. "What's up, Chris?" "Hey Luscious Dimples." "Now, now, this is Alice." "What is Jane doing?" "She is in bed, doing her work." The moans and grunting were getting louder. Alice stepped out to avoid him hearing them. "Where are you Chris? And what are you doing?" "Well, please don't ask. I don't want to lie." "You horny bastard." "You know me I am oversexed." "Are you busy these days?" "Not very, what do you have in mind?" "I may have someone special for you. He is a single dad my age. Let's chat about it later. Let me talk to Jane." Alice muted the phone. She walked back to the bedroom. Brandon was pounding her. Her face dug into the pillow as she received him. "It's Chris. He wants to speak with you." Brandon looked at Alice. He slowed down his humping to stop. Jane looked up and Alice placed the phone to her ears, unmuting it. "Hi honey" she murmured. "No I am alright. Just getting some work done." Brandon's cock was pounding hard in her gripping cunt. "I miss you too", she lied over the phone. Brandon was impatient, he began to push in and out slowly. He knew had little time with his new white bitch and wanted to make the most of it Alice took the phone and walked out again. "Chris, I am taking her to the movies later. She will call back." Alice returned to watch Jane gripping the bed as he held her hips and manhandled her to his whims. Brandon was fucking her like an animal. "Are you sure you belong in a library?" Alice asked him. "I am glad I am in a library. I would not have got fuck this woman." He did not even remember the name of his sex bitch. Alice's cunt was dripping watching them in action. He turned to her, "Unless you are going to join us, you have nothing to do here. Please leave." Jane looked at her as she was ordered out. She stepped into the kitchen. Her thongs soaking wet. Their fucking continued. Jane confessed to Alice. Jane was being roughed up and banged like never before. Chris had fucked her on that bed many times before. This time around, she felt like a virgin being taken by her first black cock. Alice noticed a picture of Jane, Chris, and David. She had a happy thought of having her revenge on David for turning Gay on her. Jane and Brandon met often. At times, Alice saw them together in public places. She was convinced by Alice's words, "It's your private life. What Chris doesn't know, won't hurt him or you." "I am a GYLF. Thank you Alice". Threesome Luscious Dimples felt liberated. David was out of her life. Her father-in-law, Chris, loved her - rather she fucked him at will. Her mother-in-law, Jane, adored her for making her feel like a woman again. Chris and Jane took care of Mark to school him at a Prep School. Mark absolutely loved it there. Her HWC life was very active. She was in fantastic shape. She began Pilates and Yoga. Confident, Alice began to expand her HWC operations. She was now travelling to be with her prospective clients. HWC loved her for it. She loved the variety and diversity she was exposed to. While she enjoyed the fucks, to her the thought of new prospects, their sexual desires, diversity, and basic needs turned her on. More often, she found herself walking around with a wet patch on her panties. Madison Wisconsin, her flight landed early. It was 10:00 am. The airport was deserted. Alice had 4 hours before her meeting. She wandered through the gift shop, slowly finding her way to the rental car counter. Behind the counter, a Hispanic/Latin woman in her 30s, with a name tag - Jen, was sitting uncomfortably on the high chair trying to balance her pregnant bump. Her breasts were engorged, and her nipples were forcing her pasties out. As they worked out the rental process, Alice struck a conversation. "When is the baby due?" She sighed "3 months more." Just then, a stout fit Latin male stepped in to the counter, "Which Car?" "A-4". "Nice, the BMW." He looked at Alice checking her out. Alice felt a strange twitch between her legs. She smiled. "Are you okay, Baby?" He asked as he felt her baby bump. She turned her face to him and he put his lips on hers, his hands dropping between her legs. Alice envied the long kiss as she waited patiently for her car. She sarcastically, "You guys should get a room." He turned to Alice, "Would you like to join us?" "Ricky, watch what you say to our customers. We could get fired." Ricky read her right. She smiled. Alice's phone buzzed. A message read, "Sorry, meeting cancelled. Room and Car paid for two days and non-refundable." Alice looked at Ricky and Jen. She lowered her glasses looking at Ricky, "What time do you get off work?" Jen answered instantly, "around 2." Jen turned to Ricky ordering, "Help her with her bags to the car." Alice walked behind him as he led her to the car. He was handsome, well built, and seemed well packaged. Alice's panties were wet. As he loaded the car, she saw his strong arms and athletic body. He saw her eyes checking out his bulging crotch. They heard footsteps behind them. Turning around, it was Jen. The three of them were alone in the rental parking lot. Jen and Ricky exchanged glances. Jen smiled and moved close to Alice, "Which hotel are you booked into?" "That's presumptuous of you." Jen gently moved Alice behind the wall, away from the cameras. Ricky moved in after them. "I have heightened sense of smell. I can smell you are wet." Ricky unzipped and his thick hard cock popped out. Alice stared at his muscle. "He is horny, so are you. There are things I can't do for him, you can help." Alice replied, "Hilton Airport." "You don't need a car. We can drop you by the shuttle." Alice felt her ass being caressed by Ricky's big hands. In no time, Ricky was driving her in the rental shuttle to the hotel. Jen returned to the counter. He waited for Alice to check in, and took note of the room number - 601 before he left. Jen knocked the door at 2:30 pm. She walked in with a bottle of Merlot. No sooner, she entered the room she hugged Alice. "I feel a connection with you. A sister I never had." Jen's body was warm against hers. Alice did not expect this. She felt Jen's lips on hers and pulling her close to her. Jen moved slowly. For the first time in a while, Alice was out of her comfort zone. Jen stepped back from Alice. Unbuttoning her blouse, she unzipped her skirt to step out of them in her white laced bra and back panties. Alice wanted Ricky. Not her. Her bra came loose, her darkened nipples stood erect on her swollen breasts. She pulled her panties down and laid on the bed. Her legs stretched out, her trimmed pubic hair was wet with her juices. She looked at Alice. "Come on." Alice felt ordered, and in a strange way compelled to obey. She was about to go down on her knees. "What are you doing? Drop your clothes and come on here." Her full naked, athletic, flexible, and yoga body came to view. Jen sat up and her face met Alice's cunt. She inhaled her and her lips sucked in her clit, her tongue tasting her wetness. Alice swooned. She was wet and ready to let go. She heard Jen's muffled voice, "Got to get you ready for Ricky." Alice found herself holding her head into her pussy, encouraging her to go at it. Jen began to flick her tongue around her clit and suck in her wetness like a pro. Alice was shaking, she was going to cum soon. Jen sensed it and slowed down her oral on her. She laid back and touching her wet lips, "Go on, your turn to taste me." Alice never tasted a woman before, she hesitated and moved slowly. Jen reached for her hair and gently forced her down between her legs. Alice's nose rubbed against her cunt and she put her tongue out to get her first taste of a woman. She heard her moan and raise her hips. Her cunt squirted a gush into Alice's face. She received the shower as Jen moaned aloud. "Woa! Wow!!" Luscious Dimples enjoyed that. Few minutes later, it was Ricky knocking the door. Jen lazily walked to the door. She greeted him with a body hug and a kiss. "You started without me?" he scolded her. "She is ready for you." Ricky unzipped and his cock was erect, long, and amazingly thick. "Don't hurt me with that." He laughed saying, *"estarás suplicando por más."* Jen was smiling too. Ricky laid Jen down next to Alice. Jen rolled over on her fours and laid on top of Alice. Ricky positioned himself behind her. "First my horny wife, then you." Jen yelled like a dog as he pushed right into her pussy. Her breasts dangled and moved against Alice's. Alice could see the pleasure in Jen's face. Her hands gripping the pillows next to her. She was moaning aloud. After minutes of pounding her from behind like a dog, Ricky moved back and Alice felt Jen's squirt again on her lower body. Jen was exhausted. Once again, she slowly laid down next to Alice. Then. Ricky picked Alice up from the bed. He had her on her feet. His cock erect and wet. He grabbed her breasts firmly. In his own sexy Spanish way, he ordered her "Levanta tu pierna. Extiende tu coño mojado." His hands moved down her left thigh and raised her left leg to his shoulders. Her flexible yoga body did not protest. She was dripping wet. She felt him grip her ass and spread her, his cock moved in. He exclaimed, "Apretado y Caliente." Her right leg was firmly resting on the ground. He hugged her tight. His cock moved in pushing aside her cunt walls. "Fuck, this guy is good." thought Alice. Alice cunt felt full, it was plugged tight, no room to breathe. Soon, she began to keep up with his moves with the moves of her own. Her legs circled his neck, and she began to kiss him passionately. Her tongue rolled on his. He raised her right leg and her left leg slipped down. She was in his arms, her legs around his back. He raised and dropped her as he pushed further in. Alice was never handled like this in her life. She started grunting. Encouraging him to continue. "Yes, Yes, Oh my Gosh. Do me. Spread and stretch me." Her cunt gripped his cock. He felt her tight. She wanted him to know she is experienced too. Her cunt swallowed his thickness and held him firmly. She heard him sigh. "Oh baby, she is fantastic." The lovers heard snoring. Jen was fast asleep. They laughed together. Alice's mouth met his. She felt him hug her hard. Her nipples pressed against his muscular chest. His hands moved on her ass, trying to caress her pucker hole. She kissed him, softly, "No Ass." Her cunt tightened around his thick cock. "Por favor." Alice shook her head negatively. For him, her cunt was tight enough. His pounding continued. Alice's cunt was squeezing him as he moved in and out. His facial expressions began to change. Alice has seen this so often with her clients. She wanted to see him cum. Her feet fell to the ground and her cunt pushed his cock out. She reached out and cupped his balls with both her hands. He grunted. His cock shook. His body shuddered. With a loud, "AAh!" the head of his cock splashed thick white blobs on her face, hitting her closed eyes. The splashing continued, along with his grunts and moans. She was wet and dripping too, on the edge, ready to cum. She held back. Exhausted, he collapsed on the sofa, panting hard trying to catch his breath. Alice crawled to him and took his cock in her mouth. He struggled and whined painfully. "Stop. Por favor." Alice licked his dripping drops of cum. She slowly rose to her feet, reached for her phone, and walked into bathroom. She took a picture of her cum laced face, white blobs on her hair. She smiled looking at herself in the mirror. In an hour, she tasted a pussy and loved it. She took in the thickest cock she ever had, and wanted more.

Title: The Frozen Flame -III- The Marble District by X. Archaego Tags: Action, Adventure, Dragon, Plot Development, Wolf "I won't let you have what's here, mage!" The shout rang across through the trees, from the other side of the small clearing that the marble pillars made. All three of the dragons, Jerrin, Dante, and Silmilon, turned to see where the words had come from, only to find thin air. There wasn't a figure standing across the clearing, nor was there even a glimmer of movement within the treeline. Dante's paws held tight to his metal staff, while Sil quickly got used to having a sword in his hand, holding it up with a shaky posture. Jerrin just stood there, clad in his black, ruby-adorned armor, cape flicking some with the breeze from the ruins. "I think this would constitute a problem..." Dante gulped a bit as he looked about, then took a bold step forward next to the dragonlord, tail flicking out behind him. The moonlight shone through a part in the trees, glimmering off of the silver armor he wore, both on his chest and over his legs. He wasn't cocky enough to have his guards wear nothing to protect their lower halves when there was an obvious danger here. But the three stood there for a long moment, looking about for what they knew was there. A minute passed. Sil gulped and looked over his shoulder for a moment. "Why did you want me here? I can't use a sword...we can't hit what we can't see!" "Quit with the panic, kid." Dante huffed, glancing about, twirling his staff between his hands as he looked about. "But he does have a point." Jerrin just grumbled, his wings ruffling underneath his cape as he looked about, taking another step forward onto the stone tiles that were covered in moss and other assorted plants, turning the former white marble into a greenish mass. The clouds over the forest parted some, letting a few beams of moonlight down through the leaves and onto the marble tiles. "Jerrin. Get out of here. You've done enough." A voice, almost mistaken for a wisp of wind going through the branches of the forest, whispered out to the three dragons. "The Avian Kingdom is already on its way. I suggest you and your guards get out of here before Sulian arrives. I'll handle this..nuisance.." Sil looked up, blinking some, then over to Dante, who had the same puzzled expression on his face. Both dragons looked to Jerrin, who turned and looked over his shoulders for a moment with a bit of a shrug. In the next moment a sharp whizz sliced between the dragons, leaving a glittering trail of sparkles in the moonlight that trailed down towards the ground. All three looked at the falling glitter, then back to each other. "Well, you heard the creepy voice. RUN!" Dante shouted out before he turned quickly on his heels, rushing back down the forest trail they came to. The moonlight glimmered from his silver armor, only to be cloaked from sight as Jerrin made his way down the trail as well, cape billowing out with the wind. Silmilion stood there for a long moment, enough to see another silver streak rushing towards him. The slice of air, the silver glitter falling to the ground, accompanying a loud clang and a huff from the side were all that rang through the forest. Sil looked up to see a form, draped in a white cloak decorated in black stripes like a tiger, standing on the center of one of the mossy tiles calmly. "You heard the man. Run." The voice was another soft whisper in the night sky before the sapphire drake nodded, running after his two superiors down the forest trail to the caravan where they came from. The clouds above fully parted, shedding their light down upon the ruins of the marble city that had been swallowed up by the forest for hundreds of years. Standing in the center was the tiger-printed cloak, hood pulled up over the form fully, only back enough to let two violet eyes shine out towards another figure perched on one of the crumbled pillars, clad in black and hunter green to keep him from view. "You are not wanted here, Ancient." The deep, rumbling growl came out in a snarl as the assassin leapt up, landing in perfect stance only a few tiles from the silent man, crimson eyes glaring out from behind a mask of pitch black. "We are never wanted. But yet, we come..." "And you go at the point of a blade. My orders are to guard the Marble District with my life." The figure waved one silken-gloved hand in front of him, rolling his eyes. "Guard it with your life in the name of the lord of magic, yadda yadda." A slight sigh came from the shadowed figure as the hood was pulled back, revealing a long violet mane, tied up in a braid along his back. The two violet orbs were connected to the face of a dragon, dark as night, with faint white stripes along his scales. The tiger stripes continued along the dragon's arms, which now were crossed in front of his body, clad in a simple black silk vest, shirt, and pants. All well-tailored and regal, save for the fact they were only a single color. "If you only knew what kind of serious mistake you idiots were making..." Crimson eyes turned upwards to the dragon, giving another growl, a paw slashing forward into the air, claws trailing silver in the moonlight. Each one was tipped with a silver metallic point, connected onto the glove the warrior wore, a trademark weapon of a single sect of fighters. A sect that nobody dared speak of, from the Dragon Kingdoms to the Avian and Cetacean ones... Wolvers. "What the hell was that back there?!" Sil shouted, jumping over a fallen log before getting back onto the path, wings folded tight against his back as the three drakes emerged out of the forest to a few shouts from the caravan guards, pointing towards the treeline. Dante skidded to a stop, his boots leaving a mark in the grass as he stopped, Jerrin almost running into the amethyst dragon as he managed to stop as well from the sprint. "Don't wanna know kid. Trust me." Dante leaned forward, gasping for air as he put a paw onto the ground, clutching it. "Where the 'ell did that thing come from.." Sil stopped next to Dante, panting for breath as Jerrin made his way back to the guards, wings ruffling. "We found the marble city...not the bronze one. That sage must have been off." He grumbled, turning back to the two guards that went with him, then back to the others assembled around the caravans. "Not by much though. Ko was there." Silmilon blinked, then looked to Dante with a confused stare in his eyes. Jerrin looked over his shoulder, giving a nod to the amethyst captain of the guard before Dante patted a spot next to him as he sunk down onto the grassy ground. "Wolvers, kid. Trained fighters, kinda like us, just not workin for us. They're known to attack any of the kingdoms, though mostly the Avian and Cetacean ones. Everyone thinks they're after power more then anything else.." Sil took it all in, blinking. He'd never been beyond the dragon kingdom. No reason to, given that Jerrin controlled one of the largest empires on the continent. He had heard of the other kingdoms, mostly the neighboring Avian one, but only in passing. "Who do they work for..?" The only think the young drake could think to ask, falling back onto the grass with an audible thud. Jerrin turned, giving a smirk some. "Asks all the right questions." The dragonlord took a few steps forward, stretching his wings back out again. "We think they work for one of the lords of the north." Jerrin turned back to look into the forest, staying quiet for a moment to listen to the silence. Not a single sound came from the depths of the forest, where the marble ruins lie. "And as for who that was...an old friend." "Ko...Byak-Ko..." Sil looked up to Jerrin, then back into the forest. Both Dante and the dragonlord stopped, blinking as they looked down to Sil. Dante shrugged it off as a tale told around a mug of ale - Jerrin kept looking at his newest guard, giving a slight hrm to himself. "I knew there was a reason Ko wanted him about..." Deep inside the forest another clang echoed out, of steel upon marble this time, as the wolver made a leap towards the dragon, only to get sidestepped in mid-lunge. "I told you, these ruins aren't for the likes of your kind." The striped dragon simply shook his head, flinging one arm out to the side, talons tracing through the air slowly, drawing a glittering white symbol out of flowing wisps of energy while the wolf warrior spun around with his landing. Another lunge came forwards, along with the sweep of the weaving paw towards the incoming wolf. All the wolver could do was bark a laugh when he saw nothing happening from it. All he could do was groan in pain when one of the marble tiles flung up from below and impacted him square in the chest. Not only did it knock him up a few feet, it sent him sprawling back onto the broken marble floor with a growl, steel claws clanging on the stone. "Laugh at that." The wolf stuttered some, then leapt back up onto his feet. A growl came, then another leap up onto one of the pillars nearby, putting himself into the level of the trees. "We should have killed your kind when we had the chance!" A growl, and a lunging streak of silver as the wolver leapt from the pillar, clawed gloves out towards the cloaked form, silver points gleaming in the moonlight. The dragon simply stood there for a long moment, watching. Waiting. In the blink of an eye the claws tore through the cloak with a rending shred, then clinked almost musically onto the marble tiles of the ruins. With a growl those claws were moved up, clean and glimmering without a drop of blood. It didn't take the hunter long to realize what happened before another tile slammed full force into his back, the shadowed figure atop the pillar he was just at, arm stretched out to his side, tracing out the intricate designs of his magical weaves. "And this is why you haven't killed us." He grumbled out, flicking his talons through the air beside him to trace another design. The wolver leapt up onto a crumbled wall, right for the cloaked magister. That was, until one of the fallen pillars had rose up to act as a barricade, the camouflaged wolf slamming into it full force, rebounding back onto his back with a groan of pain. A snicker came from the mage as the hand went back under his cloak, crossing with his other arm and a smirk. The Wolver leaned up, clutching his chest, but still managing to jump up onto one of the pillars alongside the ruins. "You haven't heard the last of me, Ancient." A snarl came out before the black-clad figure leapt up into one of the tree branches, vanishing from sight with a cloud passing over the full moon overhead. A trail of white glitter rained down upon the branch from where the warrior was, soon fading into the darkness of the forest, leaving the tiger-cloaked dragon alone again. A slight grumble came out of his muzzle as his gloved hand grabbed up at his hood again, pulling it over his head with a bit of a huff. "I never hear the last of you gnats." He spun about, making his way over to one of the intact marble archways, resting his hand onto the intricately carved surface of the pillar with a bit of a sigh. There was enough nostalgia in that pillar to make him forget about the sound of flapping wings coming closer to the marble ruin, until those wings were accompanied with two avian forms, feathered wings stretched out, settling behind him. "Byak-Ko. You're still alive.." "Su-Zaku. You're still fashionably late as ever. You just missed a Wolver." The red-feathered avian blinked, taking a step forward with a slight grumble. "A Wolver in the Marble District?" One hand gripped at the hilt of a long, thin blade at his side, sheathed for the moment." "Relax, Zaku. He left. He obviously didn't find the fact I kept having him run into stone funny." The avian raised a brow, ruffling his wings before his arms crossed back behind his chest, the silk robe he wore ruffling some, loose enough to show the steelcloth armor underneath. Light, and intricately crafted. A hallmark of the upper echelons of the Avian Kingdom. The black silk over it decorated with finely-woven red designs, oriental, but all centering around the kingdom's obvious insignia: A single, pointed feather. With a slight rush of breeze past the ruins the half dozen long ribbons along the robe swayed gracefully, a hallmark to the superior swordsmanship of the Hawk Knights that Zaku kept for his defense, and his own tutelage. "Run into stone. Something tells me you ran it into him for the wolf." All Ko could do was smirk some, leaning his head down under the hood before the cloak shuffled some, the back falling a few more inches inward before a gloved hand stretched back out, talons gone, replaced by the silk ends of the covering cloth gauntlet. "What do you expect. After five thousand years, you pick up a few things." "Like Jerrin and his crew, eh?" The red bird huffed some, wings spreading out again. "Last I saw they were back on their way to their own kingdom." The hooded form just nodded, turning a bit. "Good. I'll need to speak with him about this. It's good enough we found the Marble District...but the columns aren't bronze..."

Title: Forgotten Promise: Chapter 1, Isis by BigFurryMonster Tags: Adventure, Captivity, Cub, Story Series, Tiger, Violence (Not In Yiff) It's not often that I stop and reflect on my life and how things have been. Not that I don't care I just have a slight lack of time to waste on things I consider frivolous. Do I consider it unworthy of my time or is it just a way to deal with the pain I know is associated to my past. And yet I sit even now pondering and questioning my decisions. So it cannot be as passé as I make it out to be. "All this thinking is making my head hurt I guess it's time to drown my sorrows in ale." It took little effort to rise off of the bed and stand to her full height of five foot one inch. Being as short as an elf didn't do her much justice but several opinions known she was much more pleasing to the eye than even the most beautiful female elf. She was muscled, but not disgustingly so, her body had been chisled from years of work and adventuring. Beneath her set of common clothing consisting of a light tunic and a pair of worn breeches was a coat of orange fur with black stripes. Her left eye was a stunning royal blue and her right was as jade green as the most pure of gemstones. A shock of long blonde hair ran down her back tied up in a leather thong to keep it managed. She wore a belt around her waist that sported several hilts and pouches that promised dangerous surprises, almost as dangerous as the various other things hidden about her person. Before leaving the room she had rented in the inn she checked the window to make sure the trap she had set was still ready to be triggered and double checked the loose floorboard under the bed she had stored her most valuable belongings in. A quick check of her belt made sure that her weapons, the ones that could be seen, were tied with a peace knot as was the custom in the taverns and inns around this city. She exited the door and reset the trap she had set on it with a deft flick of her hand and headed down the stairs to the taproom to get a drink. It was only morning but she had learned when she was younger that it was never too early for a good pint of ale. Once she reached the common room she took a seat at the bar and waved the barkeep over with her fingers. She knew this man; he was a portly human with a perpetual smile pasted across his features. It was often said around town that if Merdok ever wore a frown the world would come to an end. "My usual breakfast Merk." "I still say ye shouldn't be drinkin' so early little missy but I canna refuse me best customer." He had already pulled a tankard from the shelf behind him in anticipation and filled it with the best mead he had in stock. "Ye'll drink me outta me bar if'in ye don't start eatin' a decent meal in the mornin'." "Same story every morning, where's my drink?" They had an established relationship because she both rented a room from him and was a frequent customer in the taproom, very frequent. "Anything interesting happen since I passed out?" "Nah, ye haven't missed much Isis me darlin'." He shrugged and went to his perpetual duty of wiping down the counter and cleaning the mugs. Isis smiled at him and turned around to survey the unusually large morning crowd. She almost laughed out loud when she realized that it was well past midday and the crowd that had gathered was here for a quick afternoon meal, drink or both. She preferred the middle of the three; she had convinced herself it helped her think. She nursed her drink slowly, not fully past the headache and hangover accompanied with a night and early morning of drinking. But on that same note she had grown so used to it she wasn't hindered as much as she used to be. Placing a few silver pieces on the bar for Merdok she rose and headed up for her room to gather what she would need for the night's work. It was well-known that the best prepared 'expert treasure hunter' started casing her target early in order to dispense with the preliminaries. The trap at her door was rigged with a poison that would drop most men in moments but she was so familiar with its design she barely flicked a finger to disarm it before entering. Quickly she donned her darkened set of leather armor and slung a pack onto her shoulders. From the floor board beneath her bed she pulled a ring, an amulet and a small contraption that looked like a tiny spool of rope coiled around a crank and wheel. Before leaving she touched the amulet that now rested between her shapely breasts and whispered a soft prayer. She was familiar with it but she did not know where it had come from. A sigh escaped her lips before she started heading toward the door. She had been an vagabond now for years upon years, so much so that she sometimes thought if she continued on she would write herself enough past to fill the void that was missing in her mind. She had no memories to speak of before the day she woke up on the shifting dunes of the Goyan desert. She was in tattered rags and had only an amulet and a dagger on her person. Truth be known she did not even know if she knew her own name, she was merely using the name Isis because it was engraved on the back of the amulet in the common tongue. "Isis. Somehow the name seems right." She whispered to herself before she walked out of the door and headed downstairs offering Merdok a simple nod before she left. When she arrived in this city she had been quite poor and so she took to a life of stealing and skulking about in the shadows to make her living. Again that felt natural to her but she did not know the reason why. The streets of Gorandah were usually no place for a rogue with no guild but she managed quite nicely. She had carved herself a little niche and given herself a name on the streets. Several guilds had harassed for her skills offering riches and infamy but she preferred to work alone on a contract-to-hire basis. It was better to have no ties; she didn't know herself so she had no idea who knew her in turn. So far she had never met anyone that knew her or where she had come from but then again when the truth is purchased it is never the whole truth no matter what the cost. Her target came into view not long after she had left the inn. She was unnaturally fast but her target was also just a few blocks away. She had navigated the crowded streets with ease because of its familiarity. Slipping down a side alley she pulled her lucky dagger from the sheath and fixed it between her teeth for easy access. Her clawed hands aided her climb as she scaled a short wall and peered over the top. Quickly she ducked back down to avoid the sweeping gaze of a guard who was even now turning a corner. Thankfully he had been distracted with talking to another guard walking beside him. She waited until their conversation was nothing but a soft buzz and peered over cautiously. A large garden greeted her with green hedges, plants and flowers of all types. She was astounded at a sight she had never seen before. The sands and sun usually made growing anything almost impossible but when she had heard that a rich family had brought in a series of wizards and clerics in order to create a garden paradise in this harsh climate she was skeptical. Her eyes drank in the sight of so many colors and shapes just as her nose twitched to gather up the fragrant natural scent around her. Something stirred inside of her that she did not understand and unable to hold herself up she dropped to the street and leaned against the wall sliding down to the ground to sit. A flash of images came to mind; trees as tall as the eye could follow, plants, flowers and various growths. She shook her head and tried to right herself as the strange images flowed uninhibited. "Makar?" The word meant something to her but she didn't know what. She struggled for many minutes to gather her thoughts and pull herself back into what she supposed was some sort of flash back. The familiarity was gone and so was the flood of memories. "I've been to a jungle. What is Makar?" She had forgotten all about her target for more than an hour as she sat pondering the meaning of the strange flashes. She was guessing more than she knew but the familiar smell of plants and flowers had triggered the memories. It was the first flashback that she had ever had and it had left her a little unsettled. Scolding herself she looked around to find dusk falling and cursed her luck, she had been thinking and introverted for quite a while without even knowing it. She picked up her dagger from the ground where she had dropped it and slid it into the sheath again. She had a feeling she may have need of it tonight. Her arms strained slightly as she climbed the vertical surface again and peered over. She saw the disappearing helms of two guards as they rounded a corner. The voices were different than before so apparently they had changed shifts while she had been lost in thought. As quietly as possible she straddled the wall and tied off one end of the spool she had been carrying with her. She rolled out a length of it as she dropped to the ground and landed in a tumble to minimize the noise. With her lucky dagger she cut the rope and pressed it against the sand-colored wall confident that it would blend enough to someone not studying the wall at close range. For a moment she admired the spool of rope she had purchased from a mutual partner, he had promised that it held over a thousand feet of rope and so far she hadn't reached the end of it but she was sure that she only had a few hundred feet left. Before continuing she cursed her carelessness again and pulled a bundle out of her pack. She slipped a long black silk shirt over her head along with a set of gloves, pants and a black hood that hid her face quite well considering. Without any further delays she sheathed her dagger and crept out among the plant life of the garden. As quiet as a whisper she blended into the garden's winding paths and plants so well that she even surprised herself. The guards walked past her not five feet away oblivious to her presence and as they continued on she slipped out of her concealment and headed straight for the wall of the large house. It was odd compared to the rest of the houses in the city, it had a manor-house look to it and the corners and various walls were dotted with stonework and gargoyles. Faerie fire made most of the statues glow in various colors to complement the flowers below. It was a nice layout she thought, almost a shame to rob them. "Almost." She whispered quietly as her skilled hands found holds among the grey stones of the house wall. Quickly she scaled the side and pitched herself up onto a balcony. Just as she pressed herself against the wall to listen the door burst open and a pair of purple satin curtains billowed softly from the movement of a passing form. It was a female, most likely a young girl from the look of her. She was dressed in a fluttering and lacy blue dress that hid her body well along with a blue bow to keep her long brown hair up. Isis froze and slowed her breathing down so as not to be detected at such a close distance. She brought a hand up across her chest and pressed her breasts inward as much as possible and tried to blend in with the growing shadow of the door. "Shayna get back in here this instant!" A loud voice boomed out into the night from the open doorway. Isis guessed that it was a father figure of some sort from the harsh tone. "Young lady if you continue this detestable behavior I will be forced to punish you again!" "You'd do it anyway regardless of how I act!" The young girl turned around and scowled at the doorway. She was pretty as far as Isis was to judge, she had never seen another like herself before but this young female had white fur and black stripes. A young girl just starting to bud into womanhood she had fine features and long blue gloves on her hands as she accented her statement with a dramatic gesture of her hands. "You punish me every night as a matter of fact, just like you have for as long as I can remember. The punishment just varies from night to night depending on how you feel!" Isis almost laughed out loud. This girl seemed spoiled from the look of it and her form of punishment was most-likely a sound talking to or being denied some of the 'finer pleasures' of life. Those who lived rich lives found simple things to be punishment enough. She wondered if this little girl had ever lain in a ditch with nothing but an old tattered blanket for warmth and no food to speak of. More likely she had never been without a plush bed and pillow with a menagerie of soft blankets. "I do not want to entertain your friends, its bad enough that I have to endure your advances from night to night father." The girl turned around to the balcony and started weeping softly. Isis arched an eyebrow and wondered silently if she had been wrong with her surface observation. Just as she had expected a portly human man walked out of the balcony and over to the thin girl. He was dressed in a gaudy set of purple clothing that almost didn't fit his rotund form. His hair was jet black and he had a face like a crow that had been repeatedly beaten with the proverbial ugly stick. "I don't want to do this anymore." The girl begged at him more than spoke to him. Isis noticed how soft the girl's voice had become once her father was near and she watched the large man put a hand on the girl, Shayna's, shoulder. She found herself pitying the small female and wondering idly if she should do something about it. She decided at length that she should not interfere even though she had the urge to. The girl would have to take care of things herself just as Isis had. "You're only angering me my dear. I gave you an order and that is final, the men who are coming tomorrow night have paid a handsome sum to spend some quality time with you." He sneered at her and used his large meaty hand to turn her around to face him. "You'll do what I say and not give them any trouble if you wish to continue the magic lessons you love so much." "That's not fair father! You gave me those lessons as a birthday gift!" She pouted at him and then cast her eyes downward as she met his burning gaze. Apparently the young girl realized her error in challenging her 'father'. His hand slapped her face and she brought her own hand up to hold her face as she held onto the tears she knew she wanted to release. "I've always been a prize to you, not a daughter." "That's the truth and you'd do well to remember that I feed you, clothe you and keep a roof over your head." Isis was burning inside as she watched the listened to the large man speak; the idea of slavery offended her deeply. She had never seen it first hand as far as she knew but she felt that it was wrong, no she knew it was wrong. The fat man spoke again. "Keep your temper and do not anger these men or it will mean your pretty little head. I can purchase a million other slaves that would die to be in your position right now." One hand covered in black silk had slipped down toward her dagger and even now her finger traced the hilt impatiently. She was ready to kill this man where he stood regardless of the alarms that it would create and barring the fact that she wouldn't get her take from this job. Wisely she held herself in check a moment later three guards poked their heads round the corner and cleared their throats one by one. "Sir we heard raised voices, is everything okay?" "Yes! Go back to your posts now!" The angry fat man turned around and fixed them with a glare that made even Isis want to flinch. She wisely stopped her fingers and other movements because she was in the man's direct field of vision. She had trained herself to hide quite well, even in plain view. It was still a relief when the guards rounded the corner and the man turned back around to his slave girl without noticing her. She almost sighed with relief but caught herself at the last moment. Listening to the girl's plight she felt something gnawing at her heart strings and again she told herself that it would be better just to walk away and leave things as they were. She could not afford to let her feelings get in the way of a take like this. "You're not going to defy me on this. If I have to tie you down to your bed so be it, I will just charge less for you. I can still pull a fair sum because of your virginity my dear." The man snickered and went back into the house closing the door behind him, leaving the whimpering little girl looking out over the balcony longingly. "If only I could learn enough magic to be free of this." She said softly and wiped a few tears from her face. Watching the girl kept making her feel as if she had a duty but she quickly turned around and scaled the wall next to the balcony in order to get to the third floor before the girl turned around and saw her. It didn't take much for her to reach the third floor and inch her way right to get closer to the balcony. She swung herself over and peered into the window. Not seeing anyone near and with darkness finally settling over the city she began her work. Deft fingers probed softly around the edges of the door searching for traps or alarms of any kind. Not finding any mundane traps she pulled a small pouch from her belt and pulled out a wisp of fine powder. Pursing her full lips she spread the powder over the lock and the cracks near it; there was a familiar blue glow that made her grin. "Clever, very clever." Her whisper was as the wind as she once more took a look around the courtyard and inside the door to make sure that she had not been noticed. With her lucky dagger she tested the handle by pushing it softly and watched the blue glow flare a bit. She nodded and put the dagger between the two doors and pried it open without letting the handle bend. Satisfied she opened the door slowly and peered inside. A hallway lined with tapestries and three doorways greeted her. Taking stock of the situation she crouched down and listened for several minutes before she stepped into the hallway toward the first door. Once again she tested the door and finding nothing she listened with one ear to the wooden frame. She heard nothing, not a voice or even the sound of someone or something breathing. She tested the door lock and slid the door open a hair and looked inside. It was a store room filled with food and linens. She made a mental note of the room and the contents then moved onto the next door. Listening for a moment she caught a hint of someone shuffling around inside the room. Cautiously she tested the door for traps and again finding none she pressed herself against the wall for a wait. She did well to trust her instincts and reflexes as she pressed herself against the wall the door flew open and pinned her against the wall. The fat man strode out and headed down the hallway without bothering to close the doorway. Isis quickly peered around the corner and surveyed what she thought was his bedroom. She ducked inside and almost cursed as she heard the big man turn around and start heading back for the room. One dive slid her under the bed and as quietly as possible she unsheathed her dagger and prepared to roll out of the other side just incase. She heard him shut the door and just for good measure she waited a few minutes before peering out from under the bed. "As good a place to start as any." She was lithe and quick so as soon as she was out from under the bed she was once again on her feet and peering around the room. The place was a mess, it had a large wooden chest at the foot of the bed, and a chest of drawers against the wall near what she presumed was a closet and two night stands that flanked the bed. Spotting a desk behind the bed she crept over and sat down in the plush chair. The first three drawers she opened had nothing of interest but the fourth drawer was locked. Her smile nearly took in her ears as she pulled a lock pick from hiding behind her ear and began working on the lock. It was a simple thing to pop the lock and open the drawer. Her eyes went wide as she spotted a lumpy velvet sack died a deep purple color like the curtains. With trembling hands she lifted the pouch and opened it revealing a handful of gems she was sure as a whole was worth more than she had pulled all month. Something inside of her said to take the gems and run but her enterprising side told her to search for more. A few ledgers and other papers caught her eye and as she was closing the drawer something else caught her notice. The drawer was a lot shallower than it should have been. Removing the ledgers she spotted a knot in the wood and pushed it in using her finger to remove the false bottom from the drawer. Once again a smile took her features and trembling hands removed a ring and two wands from the bottom. She stuffed all of the objects into her pack and replaced the bottom along with the ledgers and locked the drawer back in place. She turned around and did a quick sweep of the room before going back to the door and listening. The sound of footsteps greeted her and moved right past. She peered out and spotted a guard rounding the corner. "Paranoid much? I guess I would be too if I were rich and lived in this city." She was a shadow against the wall as she crept out of the room and out toward the next door down the hall to the right of the bedroom. She quickly opened it without checking for traps and slipped inside to avoid the patter of coming footsteps. She waited for a moment before looking around the room and immediately she knew it was the room of the little girl. She couldn't bear to even try and steal something from someone who was a slave in their own home. She peered out of the door with one eye and closed it back quickly as she spotted the room's owner coming down the hallway. In a flurry she did the same as she had in the girl's father's room, she dove under the bed with abandon and lay there quietly so as not to attract attention. The door opened and a pair of dainty feet walked up to the bed and disappeared as their owner splayed out on the plush bed above. She heard some movement then saw the dress hit the ground on the opposite side of the bed along with a pair of blue slippers and the blue ribbon. With an inward sigh she waited for the girl to drift off with the patience of a stone lying at the bottom of a quarry. It did not take long for her to hear the rhythmic breathing of the young girl and just for good measure she waited another twenty minutes before she slid herself slowly toward the edge of the bed. She exercised extra prudence in keeping quiet because she was quite sure that the young girl had the same sharp senses she had. Luckily the room was so clouded with the scents of fragrances and oils that her scent was masked quite well. She couldn't even detect the girl's scent and she was barely a foot away above her. Her movements slow and pronounced she tiptoed toward the door stealing only a side glance at the prone form on the bed. In a small night shirt Shayna was still just as beautiful as she had been when she was dolled up in the dress. Her brown hair was splayed out across the bed and she lie there curled up with a pillow clutched to her chest and a frown on her face. Something inside of her cried out for justice and wanted nothing more to lay down in the bed and wrap her arms around the child to comfort her and reassure her it would be alright. With a sigh she walked back toward the bed and leaned over to run her fingers through the girl's hair softly. She watched the frown melt away for a moment and heard the girl moan pitifully for her mother. Isis found tears welling up in her eyes without an explanation. She decided there and then that she would be leaving with more than just a few valuables. It was almost more than she could take mentally but she could not help herself. With new determination she stalked toward the door and closed it behind her. A few long strides took her to the corner of the hallway and she fell against the wall with her back to crouch down and hold a dagger in each hand. She was counting the footsteps and measuring the distance and sound she heard the guard coming down the hall with his clumsy loud clods. Just before he came around the corner she sprang into action and drove a dagger upward catching him just behind the chin. A soft gurgle told her he was dead with a length of metal gouged into his brain. She moved his body back to the storage room and put him behind a few barrels marked as wine. "Elven, and quite a nice year too, now if only I had more time." She chuckled softly and wiped her dagger on the man's tunic and relieved him of both his sword and his coin purse. Isis tucked it away in one of her pockets and peered out of the door again. Without another thought she rounded the corner where he had come from and headed down that hallway toward a large set of double doors. It wasn't long before she reached the large doors and pressed an ear on it to check for voices. She heard a steady scratching noise which she could only attribute to writing. Soft lighting came from the inside, most likely a candle or small lantern. She wisely kept her body pressed against the wall so the shadow of her feet would not cast under the doorway. For a moment she sat and mulled over her decision, she couldn't leave the girl here to be forced into sexual torment but she was loathe to take on another mouth to feed. With an inner sigh she reached up and knocked on the door to get the writer's attention. "Come." She heard from inside and for a second she paused; once she heard the writing again she slipped into the room and closed the door before the fat man had ever known she had opened it. He looked up toward the door and scowled in the dark room before he walked over and opened the door. "Rould I'll have your head for these gags!" Isis could have laughed at the situation if she were not working. She watched him open the door, growl and shut it again before he turned around and begun heading back toward the desk. She followed him closely and just to the right as swift and silent as his own shadow now dancing across the floor. He turned and sat down at the desk without even knowing she was now behind him. The feel of a steel blade against his neck made him flinch. "Scream and you're dead." "You have no idea who you're dealing with rogue." His voice was almost confident and it almost didn't have a quiver in it. She jeered at him and scoffed in her throat. His hand was moving toward the desk until she stuck a dagger between two of his fingers with a quick down stab. "I know good and well who you are slave master. Your blood money is going to pay my way for quite some time. I have a message for you Kennan." She whispered haughtily into his ear. "You're no longer of any use to me." His eyes went wide and he began to fumble over his words as he searched for a way out of this situation. "Please, I'll pay you double what he offered. I have items of magic and slaves, money if you give me time!" "Lets start with magic; do you have anything on hand?" She smiled down at the back of his black-haired head. She had no intention of betraying her contract but it would be so much easier if he volunteered the items she was going to search for anyway. "No but I have some in my chambers if you'll let me show you. Powerful magic I promise you!" He was trying his best salesman act she could tell so she played long with him for the moment. "Alright then, stand." She let him stand up but was suddenly surprised by an elbow in her abdomen. She went down in a heap for just long enough to let Kennan get out of her immediate grasp. She cursed loudly and stood up to chase him. She could hear his cry out to the guards of the house even before she lobbed her lucky dagger at his back. The blade dug deep into the door where he had just been standing. As fast as she could she pulled the blade out and exited the room to follow him down the hall and down again toward a staircase. Her blood was racing as she finally caught up to him and buried a blade deep into the back of his neck. Her victory was short lived as a flurry of bolts hit the wall beside her along with one in her arm and another grazing her hip. A yelp escaped her lips and she again ran up the stairs and around to the balcony. "Father?" The voice she did not wish to hear was merely steps from her so she grabbed the sleepy-eyed girl who had some how managed to put on her dress again before exiting the room. She did not wait for the girl to protest before darting for the balcony. She had hoped not to use her most prized escape method but she was desperate for a way out. She leapt out hands first from the balcony and let her momentum carry her as a bead she kept tucked away between her breasts crumbled and she floated across the night sky. Bolts once again sang out and she was again grazed by two of them before she cleared the wall and let the spell drop so she could hit the roof of a nearby building running. "Great Isis, real smart lets go ahead and let him lure you into a trap. By the gods those bolts sting!" She felt as if she was loosing her touch but now was not the time for such thoughts, she had to make it to one of her safe houses as fast as she could and dress her wounds. The girl over her shoulder finally broke from her shock and began struggling. "Let me go you thug! My father will have your head for this!" The thin girl kicked and hit her as she wiggled to get free of Isis's grasp. "Shut your mouth if you want to keep your tongue girl." She hated being so harsh but in her experience it was the only way to keep a hostage silent. The girl went limp again as Isis jumped to an adjacent building and then dropped down to the street from a shorter height. Her fingers curled around a sewer grate and she strained with all of her might to get it free. After a moment it fell to the side and she dropped the girl in and followed soon after, giving herself pause enough to pull the grate back to. "Of the gods cursed luck! Do you know what you just dropped me into?" She watched Shayna stand and fix her with a hateful glare. "Why have you taken me from my home?" "I said be quiet." She stalked toward the girl and looked down at her with the best stern look she could muster. Without another word she pointed down the tunnel and cocked her head that way once. "Go, I'll be right behind you." "Why should I follow your orders you thief?" She stamped her foot on the ground and turned up her nose most likely because of the pungent odor coming from the offal she had just stomped on. "Because I have the blades and all you have is a big mouth." Isis was fast growing tired of the impudent little girl and she started rethinking her decision to grab the girl on her way out. With a sigh she pointed down the tunnel with her dagger. "Go." Inwardly she applauded the young girl's performance and hoped that his forceful treatment would not soil their relationship. They walked for some time before Isis directed her toward an upward slope and out into the night via a pipe that overlooked the sea not far from the city docks. "Wash yourself in the water if you need to but be quick about it, we have to get out of here soon." She dipped her leather-soled boots in the sea water and swished them around to clean them off as she kept a sharp eye on Shayna. She noticed that the girl was not moving to clean the offal off and sighed. "Hurry up." "I can't wash myself in the sea water! It's almost as dirty as the sewage that's in the pipes down there." Shayna looked to the water and almost caved in right there but she quickly looked back to her captor and scowled. "Fine then, let's go so we can get you to better facilities your highness." Isis motioned for the girl to come along until Shayna finally bent down and began cleaning herself with the water. "Hurry." "Alright already I'm done, let's go." Shayna sighed and walked out ahead of Isis. She directed the girl as quietly as possible. They walked for what seemed like an hour taking side roads and back entrances and soon Isis noticed that Shayna was shivering from the cold night air of the desert. She decided to go through the back entrance to Merdok's inn; The Drunken Wench. She had the key for the back due to a special arrangement between the two of them. Ushering Shayna through the kitchen and up into a loft at the very top of the inn she opened the door and let the girl go in. "Stay here if you know what's good for you. There are a few blankets and a cot against the back wall. I'll be back with some food if you're hungry." Isis shut the door behind her and headed back down the stairs into the kitchen. She was lost in thought even before she hit the welcoming smell of roasted boar and fresh rolls. Merdok would get his pay for it so she made herself two plates of fresh food nodding to the two cooks as she passed and took what she wanted. "Busy guys?" She didn't hear the reply but she grunted to acknowledge it anyway before she put a mouthful of meat stuffed into a roll into her mouth. Again she wondered if she had done the right thing in taking the girl from the large home. She dismissed those thoughts as she remembered that Slave Master Kennan was dead and she had no where else to go as it was. Isis half expected not to find the impudent young girl in the room but when she returned Shayna was fast asleep on the sole cot in the room. Again Isis found a smile reaching her face but she quickly remembered her wounds as a shooting pain split through her side when she bent over. "Good job Isis, just leave the end of the bolt lodged in there." Isis grasped the end of the bolt that had pierced her side and steeled herself for the pain she knew was to come. The adrenaline had worn off so she was beginning to feel the sting of her wounds. With a yank the bolt came free and her eyes swam with red pain for many minutes, after threatening to black out the pain began to subside and from a nearby nook in the wall she pulled a kit of medical supplies she kept stashed for just such an occasion. Her armor was hard to remove because of the flexing and stretching she had to do but she finally removed it and cast it aside to be patched later. Most of her hurts were surface wounds which made her feel a little better about the whole ordeal so she quickly washed and dressed them. She didn't bother to put clothes back on as she stretched out on the floor. The fur covering her nude body along with the white patch that ran along her chest and stomach accented her curves very well if one was an onlooker. Isis failed to notice that she had awakened Shayna with her groans. She also failed to notice that the girl was watching her with wide eyes and as she drifted off to sleep she also did not hear her young guest devour the remainder of the food she had left on the plate. \*\* Isis cracked one eye when she heard one of the floor boards squeak near her head. Shayna was up and about and she was obviously creeping, or trying to creep, toward the doorway to make an escape. "I wouldn't do that." "Why? Am I your prisoner or am I to become your slave now?" The girl turned around and faced Isis boldly with her arms crossed over her chest. "Is that why you stole me away from my father?" "You really believe that man cared about you? He was going to sell your virginity to some 'associates' and you call my rescue 'stealing you away'? I don't know where you're from but you step foot outside in that city and it'll eat you alive within five minutes. This isn't your mansion, you don't have servants, you have no money, you have no skills and you have no where to go." Isis walked over to the door and opened it for Shayna in addition to stretching out her arm as an open invitation to leave. "Please feel free to go though, take your chances out there or take your chances with me." "Alright then, let's go about this reasonably." Shayna went back to the cot and sat down as Isis eyed her for a moment then nodded her consent. "First off I'd be more comfortable if you'd put some clothes on." "Fair enough." She slipped her common clothes on over her nude body as carefully as she could so she would not aggravate her wounds. After doing that she sat down on the floor again and faced Shayna. "Now listen, I took you out of there because I felt pity for your situation. Trust me when I say that you don't want to go back there." "Why should I trust you at all? Everything you're saying could be a lie, as far as I know you could be extorting my father for money to get me back. However since you seem to be at least a little sincere I'll give you a chance to prove yourself to me." She was intrigued by this thief and her motives but she still didn't fully trust someone that stole for a living. "I don't even know your name." "Well then for starters my name is Isis." The girl had guts and that was a quality that Isis could respect for someone in her situation but on the other hand she still had an attitude that betrayed her 'noble' nature. "Drop the nobility act in the city; it makes you a prime target. Hence why you expect me to have ulterior motives, personally I don't need your father's money. I can make my own way." "Well then why were you stealing from him then?" She retorted, feeling rather superior at the moment. "Perks of the job my dear." Isis replied as casually as she could muster, she was trying not to let this girl dig too deep. It was bad enough the poor misguided child had some sick attachment to that rotund human but if she learned that Isis had been there to kill him the girl may never trust her again. Isis found herself wondering suddenly why she cared if this girl, whom she did not even know, trusted her or not. "Enough questions for now Shayna lets get some breakfast. Actually, let's get you some clothes that are less conspicuous." "But I like my new dress." She found herself pouting into the stern face of this woman who she knew was most likely a little more street-wise than she. "Alright, but can I keep the dress at least?" "Of course, it may come in handy some day." Isis liked this girl for some reason, she wondered though if she had made a mistake in liberating someone so green to the world and its ways. \*\* "My word, its not my color Isis can we..." She trailed off as she looked up into the face of a not-so-patient Isis. Inwardly she cried in outrage over the frumpy brown tunic and breeches that did not even come close to being any of her colors. She did have to admit that it was supremely comfortable though. "Yes, so what about that breakfast?" "That's better." She began leading the girl back to Merk's tavern, the wench for some breakfast and a starter lesson on how to survive the streets. "Shayna I know we got off to a rocky start but I want you to know that I pulled you out of that situation because I felt sorry for you. I'd be willing to bring you in as a partner if you'd be willing to train with me." "Steal for a living? That's dishonest." Shayna had a look of surprise on her face as she gave Isis a questioning look. "Aye, and what do you think you could do for food and lodging otherwise?" She waited for the reply she knew was to come, something about her noble heritage and some sort of flippant talent she had. "Well I guess you're right. But that doesn't mean I have to like it." She entered the tavern before Isis and they both headed up the stairs. She watched as Isis walked past her and did something to one of the bedroom doors before opening it and letting her walk in. "Don't mess with the window and watch it before enter this room alright?" "Paranoid?" Shayna said with a growing grin. "Yes. It pays to be paranoid in my, our, business." Isis motioned her over and pointed at the doorknob. "It's relatively simple; in order to enter this room without being poisoned just lift this thin strand of wire up before turning the doorknob. When you're leaving wrap the wire back around the door knob and make sure that this little tube is loaded with one of these needles." Isis directed her to a small wooden cylinder that was lying beside the door. "Don't get scratched or poked by one though or you'll be out for hours. Maybe even days with how skinny you are." She took Shayna to the window and demonstrated the same with the window latch. "I usually get more elaborate with traps but I feel more comfortable in this inn. Thieves usually frown upon that by the way, getting comfortable is getting clumsy but on that same note you can't live your life in fear all the time." "Interesting way to look at it but I suppose you make a lot of enemies in this sort of work. So tell me, what is my job?" Shayna sat down on the bed before addressing Isis again. "Well first things first, let me go down and get some food and something to drink." Isis turned and left the room while arming the trap all in a swift motion. Shayna shook her head in wonder, Isis was truly the most dexterous woman she had ever met and she was taking a shine to the idea that she could live her own life however she wanted to out on the streets with this thief. "I guess I'd better find a way to be useful quickly." Her thoughts went back to what little magic she could cast, in her mind a few of the spells she was familiar with could be useful to Isis but her spellbook was still in her room at the mansion. The more she thought about that place and her 'father' the more she realized that the thief had done her a favor by liberating her. When Isis returned they both ate in silence for a time. "I think I know how I can be useful but there is a problem. My spellbook is in my room at the house." Shayna looked up at Isis questioningly. "Do you think you could get it out of there?" "Not for a while, one rule of this profession is that you never try to rob the same place twice in a row. They'll be on high alert." She reached under the bed and pulled a small sack from the springs of the mattress they were sitting on. From within the sack she pulled two tomes and handed them to Shayna. "I got these off of one of my targets, he was quite skilled at casting spells but no manner of spell can keep you from a blade for long. Keep that in mind my dear." Shayna opened the first book and marveled at the pages within. There was one spell that her mentor, a sour man by the name of Winthrope, had forced her to memorize for just such an occasion. She cast the spell that would allow her to read the pages of the tomes and began studying them at length. "Thank you Isis, with the spells in here I can make your 'career' a lot easier!" She reached over and gave Isis a hug around the waist and retreated to the small desk in the corner to pour over the books. Isis watched in wonder, she could not have hoped that the girl would take so quickly to her new life. Freedom was apparently a powerful thing to someone who had never had it before. With a smile on her lips Isis finished her mug of mead and stretched out on the bed to take a short cat nap and heal her wounds. "Hey Isis?" She heard the girl call from across the room. "Yeah?" Was the simple reply she gave the girl. "Did you kill him?" Isis froze for a brief moment before sitting up and facing Shayna who had already turned around in her chair. For a moment she pondered lying to the girl but if they were to be partners as they had become fast friends she would have place a little more trust in her. "Yes I did, he was my target." "Good, I don't want him to hurt anyone else anymore." Shayna turned around just missing the surprised look on Isis's face. She began studying again and vowed to herself that she would become a powerful wizard so she could put a stop to slavery. Silently Isis dropped back down to the bed and smiled at the resolve she heard in the girl's voice. This would be quite a partnership if they could make it work out right. Isis had never before trusted anyone enough to make them a partner but she could not help feeling a connection to this girl somehow. She guessed it was some sort of maternal instinct she had repressed. Her thoughts led off into dreams of grand schemes and riches abound as sleep took her.

Title: Best Friends Forever Tags: football, volleyball, drunk, prom, surfing, beach, sports, best friend, lovers Tony Harris sat of the beach with his buddy, Jim Gallagher. They'd just finished surfing a few sets and were watching the other surfers. The sun was about an hour from setting, and the light gleamed from the ocean's surface like a million flickering fires. "Take a look at that babe," Jim said, pointing to one of the surfers. She had a rocking body and wasn't wearing the familiar wetsuit, but a bright yellow bikini instead. The sunlight gleamed on her long limbs, and she had the look of a long time surfer, fit and slender, with lean muscle. Tony nodded. The girl finished her ride and walked to the beach through the small breakers, her yellow short board under her arm. Jim blew out a breath when she stopped a few yards away and planted her board. She picked up a towel from the sand and toweled her hair vigorously, her firm breasts jiggling pleasantly. "Bra," Jim said quietly, "take a look at those tits! I could die happy with my face buried in those. And that body, those legs! Man, I gotta meet that girl." She finished toweling and shook out her long, dirty blonde hair, the wet, ropy strands falling to her shoulder blades. She looked at the boys then and smiled coquettishly, her light blue eyes sparkling. "Fucking goddess," Jim whispered. She threw her towel over her shoulder and hefted her board under her arm, beginning the trek up to the parking lot. She was looking at the well muscled bodies of the boys and smiling, having always enjoyed the look of a fit, muscular body in board shorts. "Hey Tony," she said as she passed, her voice soft and kittenish. Jim turned to watch her go, amazed that his friend knew the hot girl. Her hips swayed seductively as she negotiated the sand, her firm, round ass barely covered by her low-rise bikini bottom. "Fuck, Tony! You know that girl?" Tony was still looking out across the surf at the other surfers. He smiled, not looking at Jim or the retreating beauty. "Yeah," he said, "That was Erin." \*\*\*\*\* Tony had been thirteen when he'd met Erin Bradshaw, on the first day of seventh grade. He'd just moved to the small beach community from Austin, and the few kids he'd met had quickly nicknamed him Tex, because of his accent. He had been small for his age, and not very intimidating. He hadn't grown into his face, and it looked like his nose and jaw were too big. His eyes were dark, almost black, like the short curls on his head. He'd gone into his Science/Biology classroom and taken a seat near the back of the first row of large, black topped tables. Seated directly across from him was a girl with honey tanned skin and straight blonde hair with streaks of darker brown. She had boobs! She was talking to the girl who sat next to her, a short, kind of dumpy girl with glasses who's only purpose on Earth seemed to Tony to be to make the other girl look even more angelic. "Hi, I'm Tony," he said to the blue eyed beauty when she turned to face him. She wore a yellow shirt with lace around the sleeves and collar. She giggled and her nose wrinkled when she said, "You sound like a cowboy." Tony felt his ears get hot, and the girl said, "I'm Erin, and this is my friend Valerie." Valerie looked at Tony disinterestedly, supremely unimpressed. "I'm pleased to meet you," Tony said as a broad smile lit up his face, and Erin giggled again. "I like you," she said, and then turned back to resume her conversation with Valerie. \*\*\*\*\* Erin had barricaded the door to the instrument room. It smelled of rosin and leather, from all of the instrument cases, and she leaned hard on the door with both palms flat against the pressed wood. She'd gotten used to the boys snapping her bra straps, even copping a feel once in a while, but Jonny and Earl were bad news. They liked to grab her an pin her between their tall bodies, grabbing her and sometimes hurting her. They'd chased her into the Band/Orchestra room and had trapped her there. She could hear them pacing outside the door, and jumped whenever one of them punched it. "What'cha doin'?" she heard a familiar drawl outside, in the main classroom. She'd made friends with Tony, the new boy she sometimes called Cowboy a year and a half before. He was really cute, and he'd grown almost a foot in the last six months and was starting to get kind of cute. She knew he liked to look at her because she caught him looking often, but Tony wasn't creepy about it like some boys were. They'd look away or pretend they weren't looking. Tony would just smile and wave to her, his friend. She thought about his smile and felt the fluttery butterflies in her tummy, and smiled herself. "We've got a girl in there and we're gonna have some fun," Jonny's voice said. "Leave her alone," Tony said, his voice cracking and rising. "You can have some too," Earl's deep voice said, "when we're finished." Tears filled Erin's eyes. She turned and leaned her back against the door. She heard the sound of a scuffle and someone shouted, then there was a crash and someone screamed. Oh no! Erin clawed at the lock on the door. They were hurting Tony! She pulled the door open and rushed into the classroom, stopping short and looking around. The black metal music stands had been knocked over and the far door stood open. Sitting on the piano seat was Tony, and he was smiling at her softly. His mouth was bleeding, but he didn't seem to notice. She ran to him and touched the split on his lower lip, her butterflies swirling and raging within her. Her arms closed around him and she hugged him hard. Jonny had gotten a black eye and Earl had lost a tooth in the brawl, and while neither was particularly friendly to either Tony or Erin, neither of them ever snapped her bra or even touched her again. \*\*\*\*\* They were alone together in the back of Tony's crappy old van. He was laying on his stomach on the thick comforters thrown there for cushioning, and Erin stroked her fingers across the hard muscles of his back, soothing him. Her long legs were crossed, perhaps not the most modest of positions considering the tightness of her cotton short shorts, but she was alone with Tony, so it wasn't like anybody'd be trying to catch a glimpse of anything. "I can't believe she broke up with me," Tony whined for the gazillionth time. Erin sighed and continued to rub her friend's back. She knew Valerie, had known her since the third grade, and she had always liked her. When Valerie had blossomed in their junior year, she had finally gotten the courage to go out with Tony, and they had dated for nearly six months. Erin had no idea why Valerie would have broken up with Tony. He was smart and funny and handsome as all get out, with hard muscles and a gentle nature. Hell, Erin often thought, I'd grab him up for myself if he wasn't, well, Tony. Tony and Erin had broken all of the conventions of their society, being two of the popular, beautiful people, they loved each other deeply and were best friends but had never even kissed. They were buds. They played touch football and beach volleyball. They even surfed together! The fact that they hadn't slept together simply astounded those who knew them, and was frequently disbelieved by those who didn't. Erin ran her fingers through Tony's thick black curls and marveled that any girl would want to break up with such a great guy. \*\*\*\*\* Tony stood near the punch bowl, watching his date Melanie talking to a group of her friends. Her red gown hugged her thin, large breasted form, and he felt a thrill, knowing that he'd be with her later that night. They'd been dating for almost four months, and this was Senior Prom, after all. "Looking good in that tux!" he heard the kittenish voice of his best friend at his elbow and turned to see Erin, resplendent in a gorgeous peach colored gown. Her eyes sparkled and her smile gleamed as their eyes met. "You look beautiful," Tony said, offering her a cup. "Is Jason treating you right?" She nodded as she sipped. "He thinks he's getting some tonight, but I'm not sure." Tony looked thoughtful, considering what his thoughts had been just before she'd arrived. "Don't rush, Erin. The guy you pick to be your first is going to be the luckiest guy in the world. Don't forget that you're worth the wait, and you want it to be special." Her eyes gleamed warmly and she said, "You're my best friend, Tony. Thanks." Jason came along then and punched Tony's arm lightly. He was a good guy, but Tony couldn't see him with Erin long term. He hoped she'd be careful. They'd talked many times about her first time, and she had a very romantic notion about it. He wanted her to have her dreams come true. When they left, Tony went over and escorted Melanie out onto the floor. As they slow danced, she leaned up and whispered into his ear. "Tonight's your lucky night, Lover." Tony smiled, the bulge in his pants throbbing. \*\*\*\*\* Tony rubbed Erin's back softly, reaching forward to brush the hair back from her face. They were huddled together on the vinyl tiled floor of the bathroom, Erin propped up on the toilet, a thin line of drool hanging from her lip. Her puke spattered dress was in the sink, her high heels on the counter, as the gorgeous young woman hugged the cool porcelain and fought the urge to throw up again. As his hand caught on her bra again, Tony wished he could take it off just so he could rub her back properly. She seized and then vomited violently into the toilet again, and Tony jumped and grabbed her hair, pulling it back and away from her face. He held her hair gently as she retched. Erin collapsed to the floor on her bottom, dragging the back of her hand across her mouth. Her pale blue eyes were dull and bloodshot, and she looked horrible. "I'm sorry Tony," she began to cry, and Tony pulled her to him, holding her tightly. "It's okay. Frat parties are designed to get girls drunk. I'm just glad I was there," he said, feeling her shudder in his arms. He was surprised she'd been in college this long without having succumbed to the requisite partying. "I am too," she whined, and he felt Erin press her lips to his and she began to kiss him deeply and passionately. Tony's cock leaped to attention almost painfully, and he returned her kiss. She tasted like puke and five different boozes, but the electricity that passed through him erased any distaste. They clawed at one another, unable to be close enough, their tongues lashing each other in a crude dance that seemed something of a battle. He pulled away, cradling her face in his hands, and he kissed her lips, her cheeks, and even her nose. Erin looked up at him then, her eyes sleepy, her happy smile a little drunken. "I always wanted to do tha-ulp!" and she retched again, before spewing hot, liquid vomit down his chest. \--- Erin woke, almost screaming because of the pain in her head. Her whole body ached. The shades were drawn, but the light that crept in around them stabbed her eyes like hot pokers. She pulled the blankets up over her head, smelling the rank body odor that permeated them. It was a manly, almost musky smell, and Erin found it strangely comforting. She moaned softly as she realized she was in a man's bed, and a quick pat down revealed her to be naked. She touched herself softly, probing, and then laughed painfully at herself. How would she tell by touch if she'd lost her virginity? What should feel different? If she was supposed to be in pain, then her whole body had lost it's virginity. Oh God, she thought, starting to cry. She'd saved herself for nineteen years, only to lose it in a night of drunken partying that she couldn't even remember. As she lay crying under the heavy blankets, she remembered as much as she could about the party. That guy had kept bringing her drinks. He'd been cute, but nothing special, and he'd been an okay dancer. She remembered Tony being there, looking incredible in his tight black t-shirt and jeans, his curly black hair longish in the back. She remembered kissing someone, a toe-curling wonderful kiss, followed by gentle kisses on her face. She couldn't remember who she had been kissing, but assumed it must have been the guy with the drinks. He kissed much better than she'd thought he might. God, he kissed well enough to be freakin' Prince Charming! She heard the door creak open and her stomach settled slightly as the aroma of coffee wafted through the man-scent of the blankets. "It's supposed to be black, but I knew you wouldn't touch it without sugar. No cream though," the deep, masculine voice of the man with the coffee said, and the bottom dropped out of Erin's stomach. She yanked the covers from her head and sat up, shocked. "Tony?" she asked, incredulous. Oh God, she thought, why can't I remember? Was it Tony? Did he...? The question stuck in her head, her body filling with warmth. He handed her the coffee and sat on the edge of the bed. He was wearing a blue shirt with different jeans. She tried to commit the moment to memory. If she couldn't remember the act, at least she'd remember the morning after. "Your clothes are almost done," he said, sipping his smoothie. "I think the puke will wash out of everything okay." "Did we?" Erin asked, glancing down under the blanket to remind him of her nakedness. Tony laughed. "Are you crazy?" he snorted, and Erin was at once filled with regret, relief, and anger. "Erin, I had to get your pukey clothes off to wash them, but I wasn't going to-I mean, you're my bud, right?" "Yeah," Erin said, touching the blanket to her face and inhaling deeply. \*\*\*\*\* Tony leaned back in his chair. The restaurant was crowded with college students, staffed by college students, the flare covering the walls and ceiling of the garish and gaudy little chain store. The world whirled around him as he gazed blankly across the table. Erin was wearing a tight white tank top, a metal ring circling her left nostril. Her hair was chopped short, and sitting across her lap, arms around her, was Irena. Irena the Romanian student with short black hair and a build almost too muscular to be a girl. Irena who just kissed Erin. He watched them kiss passionately, his stomach tightening, and thought, Aren't lesbians supposed to be hot? Erin smiled at him, looking almost shy, and she said, "So, are you okay with this? I figured out that the reason I never lost my virginity was that I'm not really into guys. Irena says that I was just waiting for the right girl to come along, and she did." Tony put on his best smile and leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Erin, if it makes you happy, then I'm totally cool with it." He didn't mention that his heart twisted in his chest. \*\*\*\*\* "Okay, I was wrong. Sue me." Erin said. They sat in Tony's new apartment, only a block from the beach. Erin's hair had grown out past her shoulders again, and she wore her yellow bikini with a wrap around her waist. "I get it, it's okay," Tony said, taking a sip of his soda and leaning back on the couch. He was wearing his board shorts, having returned from the beach only an hour before. "You were together for like two years. There must have been something." "Oh, I'm perfectly willing to accept that I'm bi," Erin said, "but I'm not in love with Irena." "So she threw you out?" Tony asked, and Erin nodded. "No problem. Do you want the couch or the bed?" "The couch, unless you want to share the bed." "Funny," Tony said without smiling. "Unless I'm mistaken, you're still a virgin." "Well," Erin said, glancing around the room, "I haven't been with a guy. I've played with dildoes and strap-ons..." "TMI!" Tony shouted, holding his hands palms out. "I get it. You're a worldly sexual creature and all that." "Thank you," Erin said softly, and she leaned over and kissed Tony's cheek, lingering. He slowly pulled a throw pillow across his lap to hide his raging hard on. \*\*\*\*\* "Damn it! Stop arguing and let me move out!" Erin shouted. "No!" Tony shouted back. "You're my best friend and you need a place to live. If Susan has a problem with you living here, then she's not the right girl anyway. I'd rather have you here than keep dating her." "Really?" Erin whispered, the strange Tony-butterflies flitting about in her tummy again. Every once in a while, ever since junior high, he'd made those damn butterflies dance around inside her. \*\*\*\*\* "I don't want to hear it!" Tony shouted at Erin through his bedroom door. Erin threw a pillow at the door and shouted back, laughing. "Look, I'm dating guys again and I want to tell you what's going on in my life." The door opened and Tony leaned out. "I don't want to hear about you sucking some guy's dick!" Still laughing, Erin said, "But I'm getting really good at it. And it's kind of fun!" The door slammed again and she heard Tony slamming things and muttering agrilly. What she couldn't figure out was why the fact that it was upsetting to him made her so damned happy. \*\*\*\*\* Tony set his surfboard against the wall and went into the apartment. He called out, but didn't hear any answer, so he went into the bedroom and dropped his wet shorts. He threw a towel over his neck and walked into the living room, pausing to look at the clock, which had stopped again. Hearing a soft exhale, Tony turned around and saw Erin, standing in the bathroom doorway. She was wearing tiny panties and a midriff bearing camisole top, her nipples poking out at the fabric. Her expression was surprised, her mouth open, her eyes wide, and looking at his- Tony snapped the towel from his shoulders and wrapped it quickly around his waist. Erin's eyes slowly rose, taking in his body, until their eyes met. At least she had the decency to blush, he thought, and a smile slowly formed on her lips. "Wow!" she whispered, then cleared her throat. "You're really packing, aren't you?" "Hey, the water's cold!" he said, embarrassed. "Bragger," Erin said, her eyes returning to the spot on his towel that covered his - oh shit! - growing erection. He hurried past her into the bathroom and slammed the door, and Erin leaned back against it, feeling so strangely, so odd. She ran her fingertips down her belly and slipped them beneath her waistband. She was wet! No, she was soaked. Connections formed, thoughts and feelings clarified. She'd become so used to the feelings Tony made her feel that she'd stopped noticing them. No wonder she couldn't get interested in any guys. Pressing her hands to her face, Erin shook. She realized she'd loved Tony for ten years. Ten years of being close to him, having him protect her, take care of her. How could I have been so blind? \*\*\*\*\* Tony woke slowly, his dream influencing his reality. He'd had the same dream for the last six months, Erin sucking his cock until he was about to come, and then he'd roll on top of her and fuck her savagely until he woke up, sweating and sometimes with dried cum coating his lower body. He felt her warm mouth on his cock, her tongue running around his shaft and flicking hard against the head while her fingers caressed his shaft, stroking him slowly but firmly. He moaned softly and woke completely. Thank God he hadn't moaned Erin's name! Susan must have sneaked in to "apologize" in a very welcome and creative way. His hands moved under the covers and he found her hair and ran his fingers through it. "That's right Baby," he moaned, "suck my dick." He groaned loudly as the sensations overwhelmed him. "Oh yeah, that's good! Better than ever!" She sucked off of him with a loud slurp and crawled up his body, kissing him, touching him, and driving him crazy. He felt the heat of her cunt near his cock and it felt like he was straining to reach her. And then her lips met his in the darkness, and his cock pressed into her hot, wet pussy, rubbing between her labia and against her clit. Her nipples stabbed him as her tits crushed to him, and Tony wrapped his arms around her tightly, secretly imagining she was Erin. He'd kissed her for almost five seconds when he had a sensation like ice water running down his spine. He broke their kiss, and then again because she'd kissed him once more. "Erin?" he gasped softly, tensing. "Oh Tony!" Erin breathed, grinding her hips to his, her pussy rubbing along his shaft, seeking to envelop him. She'd never wanted anything more, and felt such an animal desire that thinking was difficult. Her world consisted of their bodies, and her one desire was to be filled by him. "Erin, wait," Tony moaned, his resolve stripping away from him like loose sand in a windstorm. "You want to save yourself for the right guy." "I did, Tony," she gasped, and then she cried out passionately as she bore down and took him inside her. Tony rolled over on top of Erin and he slowly ran his cock inside her, feeling the reality that he'd dreamed of for over ten years, anticipated and wished for, had idealized in his mind as perfection that no other woman he'd been with could match. He hadn't dreamed big enough. The feelings he experienced, the sensations, the emotions, were so much stronger, so much better than he'd ever imagined. Gasping as he slowly moved in her, sweat beading on his skin, Tony whispered softly, "Tell me if I'm hurting you." "You are," Erin moaned, and then she cried out and moaned more loudly, "but don't stop! Please, don't ever stop!" She could feel him inside her, alive, throbbing with his pounding heart. He felt so perfect, so right inside her that she couldn't help it, and didn't try to hold back as she came, the intensity of her orgasm driving all thoughts but pure bliss from her mind. Tony cried out, almost losing control when he felt her pussy crush him, her contractions hard and fast, and he held her as she bucked against him and cried out his name over and over. And then she relaxed in his arms and he moved again, now even deeper into Erin. His head was spinning, the feel of her body in his arms, so hot and moist, her every tremble an invitation to continue. She moaned into his ear to make love to her, and he moved faster then, his thrusts more powerful, and her cries in response were louder, more passionate. All thoughts of technique, of style and panache left him, and all he could think of was being deeper inside her, closer to her, joining totally with her. Her senses were only just returning when Erin felt the waves of ecstasy crashing down on her again. She shouted gleefully, feeling Tony's fat cock slam into her repeatedly, feeling so perfect, and she dove into the waves, rising to the crest and attempting to ride them, but the thundering currents were too strong. With a cry of blissful surrender, Erin was dragged under and battered by the most powerful orgasm she'd ever imagined, helpless. This time it was too much for Tony, and as she contracted tightly to his cock he barely had time to drive himself as deeply as he could inside her before his brain exploded and the resulting wave of energy stole his senses, whited out his vision, and he shouted his release. Powerful waves rushed through him, coursing through his veins to his hips, where they condensed and grew more powerful before jetting out through his cock to splash into Erin's tight, spasming womb. Spent, Tony crashed onto Erin's panting, shaking body. They held each other, trembling hard, breathing deeply and quickly, their bodies, the bed, everything damp or wet except for their parched lips and tongues. When their mouths found each other that dryness disappeared quickly, swept away by long, slow, passionate kisses. And then, her body still pressed beneath Tony's, Erin relaxed and slept. Afraid to move lest he wake to find this only the best dream he'd ever had, Tony held Erin tightly until he drifted to sleep himself. \*\*\*\*\* "Damn it!" Erin shouted at Tony, and she threw the football at his head. She'd been running for a touchdown after making a glorious catch, and he'd held back. She knew he could have yanked off her flag when she passed him, but he'd missed. Somehow, he'd missed. "If you're not going to play, get off the fucking field!" Erin shouted, and she went to the sideline and sucked on a bottle of water. She saw Gerry and Ben standing close to Tony, arguing with him. Good, she thought. He deserved it. What good was playing the game if you're going to throw it? Just because they were sleeping together didn't mean he should let her win! She got up and went into the bathrooms to relieve herself, and after she returned she was running to intercept a thrown pass when she noticed something was wrong and stumbled to a stop. She looked around as people shouted at her, and she turned and saw Pat, the guy she'd been covering, run the ball in for a touchdown. Ignoring the shouts, Erin called to Gerry, asking where Tony was. "He went home! The guy's useless if he won't give it everything, and so are you! See you next week, maybe." Humiliated, Erin stalked from the field to walk home. Ahead of her, maybe a few hundred yards away, she could see Tony, his head down and shoulders slumped. Serves him right! she thought morosely. Just because she let him stick his long, fat, beautiful dick inside her didn't mean he should treat her any differently, should it? She didn't treat him any differently. Oh sure, she wore prettier clothes sometimes, and they would go out dancing more, instead of hanging out and watching football, and they cuddled together when they sat, more often than not, but nothing fundamental had changed. Okay, she thought, sometimes she liked to sit on the couch when she was alone, wearing his sweatshirt, or even just using it as a pillow, balled up under her head. There had always been a thrill when they'd touched, but now it was positively electric. She loved to sit and talk with him, she always had, but had she always gazed into his eyes or watched his lips moving, her mouth wet and wanting to kiss him? Well, kind of. Now she felt whole when she held his hand. She felt complete when he was inside her. Erin could laugh and be silly about it, she could deny it to everyone in the world except herself, but she knew she loved Tony, and had for all of her life. She'd even caught herself daydreaming about looking over at the playground to see their children when they'd been there to play football. \*\*\*\*\* Tony sat at the little counter top attached to the wall under the front window and took a deep drink of his beer. He saw Erin walk past slowly, distracted, and she wiped a tear from her eye. His heart skipped a beat, something it had always done when he saw her. He was fucking up her life. The two months they'd been together as a couple were honestly the best two months of his life. But now he could see he was hurting her. He knew he should have resisted her, let her keep her virginity for her one true love, but he hadn't been able to. He'd loved her from afar for so long. And now she was convinced that she loved him, even though he knew it couldn't be real. She'd built up so much romantic expectation toward her "first" that when added to their long standing and mutual affection, she'd mistaken it for love. That was the only explanation he could come up with. Still, he couldn't bring himself to break up with her. He just loved her too damn much to let her go. "Hey Sweet Thing!" Debbie said, wrapping her arms around his middle. "It's been ages!" She was a little thing, perky and fun and pretty good in bed too. "Hi Debbie," he said, feigning interest. "It has been a while. What have you been doing?" Tony didn't hear a word she said, nodding politely as she spoke. After a half hour or so, Debbie said, "I've missed you. Especially that great big part of you that liked me so much." Tony grinned, remembering that before Erin, and maybe that girl a few years back in college, Debbie was the best fuck he'd had. "I'm seeing somebody," Tony said softly. "So?" Debbie said, her smile turning wicked. "If I remember right, you've got enough for both of us." "Give me your number," Tony said. \*\*\*\*\* "What's wrong, Dear?" the old woman in a loose pink day-glo t-shirt asked. Erin wiped away the tears that had plagued her for two States and tried to smile at her seat mate. "A guy," she said, the tears coming again. "Oh yes," the woman said, shaking her head. "A cheater?" Erin shook her head. "No, never. He's just better off without me." The old woman looked at Erin and asked, "Do you love him?" Sniffling, she answered, "Yes, since I was fourteen years old." The woman shook her head again, smiling. "Does he love you?" "I think so," Erin answered, rubbing her eyes. "I didn't even know that I loved him until a few months ago, but I always did. Then as soon as we got together everything changed." Hunkering into her seat, the old woman asked, "Isn't it supposed to? Being friends isn't the same as being in love, is it?" Erin considered for a moment before answering. "He's my dream guy. We love the same things, and we can talk for hours and hours, days, and it's never boring. He protects me and takes care of me. He always has." "So what is so different now?" "He let me get away instead of tackling me! We used to play hard, compete, always giving our best. We used to talk, but now we kiss. We used to sit close and watch movies or TV shows, and now we.." "Have lots of sex?" Erin blushed. "Yeah. Things aren't the same, and I miss the old stuff we did." "Is he really better off without you? Was he unhappy?" "No, I don't think he was unhappy." "So you're really saying that you're better off without him." "Yeah," Erin said, wiping away her tears. "But he was my first and only. He took care of me. He protected me. Tony made everything better." "So you're running away to see if you can live without him?" "I guess I am," Erin said, and she had stopped crying. \*\*\*\*\* Jim ran up to the little yellow VW and called out, "Hey, Erin!" She turned from securing her short board to the roof and saw the tall, muscular man running toward her from the beach. He caught up as she was rubbing the remaining moisture from her hair with her towel. Jim was out of breath when he stopped, and he waited a second before speaking. "I saw you on the beach back there, and I've got to tell you, you're freakin' hot. Can I take you out some time?" "Are you Tony's friend?" she asked warily, and when he said he was, she asked, "Tony was okay with you asking me out?" "Well, I guess so. He told me your name, and I took off. I didn't really ask his permission. Should I have?" Jim turned and waved to Tony, who was walking toward them slowly, burdened by both men's surfboards. They watched as he approached without speaking. He looked good, Erin thought. It had been a little more than two years since she'd packed up her things and taken the bus to Chicago to start over, and his body was still just as firm, maybe a little more muscular. His damp curls were short again, and his face held a little more character. No ring, she noticed happily. Damn she hadn't changed at all, Tony thought. Everything is still bright and yellow, her body tight and firm and so hot. As he got closer he saw her eyes, the pale blue gems of her face. Her hair was long again, and he was glad. He handed the boards off to Jim and walked around the little care, to face Erin. "You moved," she said in a conversational tone. "You knew where to find me," he answered simply, not smiling. "I did," she agreed. "Are you seeing anyone?" "I tried, at first. Nobody for a couple of years, I guess." He shuffled his bare feet on the sandy asphalt. "You?" "Nope," she said, her eyes sad. "I never found anyone who made me feel...anyone like the one who got away, you know?" "Where are you staying?" Tony asked, swallowing hard and blinking away glare from a passing car. "Holiday Inn," Erin answered. "I've only been back for two days." "I take it you two know each other then," Jim said uncomfortably. Glancing over his shoulder at Jim, Tony turned his attention back to Erin. "You want to do something this weekend?" he asked, choking slightly. "What do you have in mind?" Erin asked, smiling for the first time since they'd began talking. "I don't know. We could go surfing, maybe take a drive. Stop at that little restaurant in Victorville maybe. Then hit Vegas, see a show, get married...?" Tony watched her expression, saw her smile disappear. Erin started to speak but her voice cracked and she swallowed a few times before answering. "That sounds good. I was just hoping for somebody to help me move, but I like your plan better." "Holy shit!" Jim shouted at them, smiling broadly. "You two are really going to get married this weekend? Jeez, who is this girl, Tone?" "The love of my life," Tony said, as he pulled Erin into his embrace, and she held on to him tightly. \*\*\*\*\* The volleyball flew toward the net, tipped by Ray. Tony crashed to the sand by the net, sliding under the ball and tapped it up, and seemingly taking flight, Erin rose up and hammered the ball, sending it into the sand between two players on the opposing team. "Game point!" the Ref shouted and Erin helped Tony to his feet, and they kissed passionately. "Who in the hell are they?" the new guy asked Jim as he came off the roped outline of the court, "Brad and Angelina?" Jim smiled. "That's Tony and Erin Harris. I was the best man at their wedding," he said proudly. "They look like they're unbeatable," the guy said, then blew out a long breath. "She's fucking hot, too." "Yeah, well," Jim said softly, "don't let Tony hear you say that. They are pretty hard to beat. Nobody fights harder to win, and once they learned to be a team instead of playing against each other, well, look out." Jim watched his friends gather their things and start the walk to their beach front home. He figured to head over for a beer in an hour or two. He saw Tony playfully slap Erin's ass as they walked. Two hours, Jim thought, hell, maybe three. \--- They walked into the house and Erin hurried to the bathroom, turning on the shower and getting in before the water warmed. The sand cascaded from her body, and after a moment she peeled off her shorts, tank top, sports bra, and finally her sand-logged panties. The sand formed swirling patterns as it was moved around the drain. Leaning out of the shower, she tossed her soaked clothes into the sink and called to Tony to let him know the water had warmed. Hanging up the phone, Tony went into the bathroom and joined his wife in the shower. Erin giggled girlishly as she pulled his board shorts down, releasing a mountain of sand onto the floor of the tub. They turned for each other, letting their bodies be washed thoroughly free of the gritty sand. Satisfied they were sufficiently sand-free, Tony kissed his wife's lips, moaning deep in his throat as the familiar but still powerful electricity of their contact coursed through him. Erin put her hands on her husband's waist, since he had no hips to speak of, and she held him close, feeling his erection bounce against her thigh, then resisting gravity to rest against her pussy. Just the thought of his desire for her, the feel of his hardness near her, excited Erin and she became wet from wanting him. Putting his hands on her slender waist, Tony lifted Erin and pinned her to the wall of the shower, and she opened her legs for him, closing them tightly behind his back as he entered her. They didn't stop kissing one another, moaning and crying out, gasping and biting, as they kissed. Tony had entered Erin completely, and he released her, letting gravity press her down onto him, impaling her on his hardness. Using her powerful thighs, Erin lifted and released herself to fall onto him again, plunging his cock deep inside her. His hands were on her breasts, and then under her, squeezing her ass tightly, and his desire grew. Tony pressed her to the wall of the shower and began to thrust hard into her, hearing her cries as he crushed the breath from her, and then the high pitched keen as Erin's orgasm caused her pussy to convulse and contract on him. Promising himself silently that he'd make it up to her later, Tony shouted and released his seed into Erin, shaking as great pulsating contractions moved through his cock, in almost perfect time with the crushing tightness of her pussy. Still kissing, her legs still holding her up, Erin wrapped her arms around Tony's neck and held him. Tony leaned into Erin, and he held her until the water on his back began to run cold. They entered the living room wrapped in towels, just in time for the knock on the door. Tony opened the door and greeted his mother, who bustled in, her arms filled. Tony relieved her of two large but not too heavy bags, and his mother handed the baby to Erin. "Thanks Mom," Tony said, smiling broadly at her. Erin held her baby up and blew raspberries on his belly, making him laugh and almost losing her towel. Tony's mom asked about their game, then if they had any plans for the evening. "I'm always available to watch little Aaron," she said hopefully. They agreed that they might like to go to dinner or perhaps a movie soon, and they'd call her first. Tony escorted his mother out, thanking her again for watching Aaron, and then joined his wife and thirteen month old on their bed. Watching Erin play with her son, his son, their child, filled Tony with a joy he couldn't explain, could hardly comprehend. Erin looked over at his towel covered body and the movement she noticed, and said, "Whoa, Cowboy. Baby on board." Tony laid back on the bed and watched her put their baby into his crib, and then turn to face him, her towel dropping to the floor. \--- Jim stood at the door, fist raised, poised to knock on the little glass windows of the door, when he heard the sound of several soft, passionate cries from inside. Shaking his head, he turned and climbed down from the porch. Maybe he'd try again in a couple of hours. Or maybe he'd just come back tomorrow, he thought.

Title: 9 Steps to Sexier Stories Tags: writing, prose, tips *As a reader, I want better porn. As a writer, I've taken note of the most common weaknesses in stories here, and I offer the following as a reminder to all of us. Porn stories can be made sexier, stronger, and more effective by following the tips below:* **1. Skip Irrelevant Details** If your story is about Betty Boob seducing pool boy Dick Hung, do not start with 5 paragraphs detailing how Betty divorced her husband and then went back to school and finally landed a job at Doofus Industries and quickly worked her way up to Executive Vice-President of Boring Readers to Death. Get to the sex!! When readers want back-story and human drama, they read Joyce Carol Oates, not LickMyRim69. Many authors here pride themselves on not writing "stroke stories," filling their work instead with what they feel is literary quality, lots of non-erotic plot and character-development, before throwing in a little sex. But if you're a writer with a burning desire to do that, write novels, not porn stories. A writer who fills the first Literotica page with non-erotic content is like a stripper who walks out on stage and spends a half-hour reading her own poetry before she takes anything off. Even if that stripper happens to be Emily Dickenson, her poetry won't get a good reception because that's not what the audience came for. And if she can't find a better venue to present her poetry, she probably is no Emily Dickenson. Every paragraph of a porn story should be rich with sexual tension. That does not mean you start with intercourse. Tease and build to the sex act. Start with Betty Boob checking out the pool boy. Then let every paragraph describe either wrestling with desire, planning the seduction, or doing something that moves the story closer to the sex. This is literary foreplay. Back-story can be fine, but only if you wed it to the sexual tension. For example: *"I'm sorry, Ms. Boob, but I can't sleep with a married woman. It's wrong." "Oh, you silly boy. I divorced that loser years ago. I'm single now, and I need a man like you to satisfy my needs." "That's great," he told her. And he meant it, judging from the bulge in his jeans. "But if I don't get the other pools cleaned today, I'll be fired. We can't do it now." "How would you like to make more money sitting in an air-conditioned office at Doofus Industries?" "Would they hire me?" "I'm their Executive Vice-President. But I only hire assistants who know how to lick pussy. Do you qualify?"* **2. Skip Irrelevant Sexual Details, Too** When I said, "get to the sex," I really meant "get to the plot of your sex story." Back-story used as a long introduction can be boring even when the details are sexual. In our hypothetical story about Betty and her pool boy, some authors will start by telling us that when Betty was married, she and her husband had lots of sex at first, but then it became sporadic; after her divorce, she had a boyfriend, and they did it in the missionary position on the first date and did only a few variations later; but lately she's been in a dry spell except for blah blah blah. A summary of the character's sexual history can be as boring as a summary of her career moves. Get to the plot! **3. Don't Generalize** Here's something distracting: *Like any 18-year-old, Peter had the typical long hair and wore only black.* Readers are annoyed when you stereotype or make sweeping statements about an entire group. They think about people they know who don't fit your generalization, and then they are annoyed by your falsehood. Such generalization, in fact, is presumptuous and condescending. Like most right-handed readers over 5'1", I don't need to be told which elements are "typical." Just tell me what is true of your characters, and I can decide for myself whether it's true of others. Stereotyping on the basis of age, race, gender, etc. is not only condescending but can be offensive, even to elderly Latinas. The above example reads much better when written as follows: *Peter, 18, had long hair and wore only black.* That tells us about the character without distracting us. **4. Stop Starting** Here's an annoyance plaguing many stories at Literotica: *He started unbuttoning her blouse and then started to smile as her naked tits began falling into his view, her nipples starting to harden. She started unzipping her jeans, beginning to feel eager to start showing him her pussy, which was starting to begin getting moist. No sooner had she finished beginning to unzip her jeans than she immediately began continuing.* Does anyone in a porn story ever COMPLETE anything?? Enough starting! Compare how much better the same paragraph reads if we simply remove the starts: *He unbuttoned her blouse and then smiled as her naked tits fell into his view, her nipples hardening. She unzipped her jeans, eager to show him her moist pussy.* See? **5. Remove Empty Phrases** The classic writer's rule is "omit unnecessary words." Two phrases often used without purpose at Literotica are "with that" and "for his/her part." As in: *"You're hot," he told her. With that, he unbuttoned her blouse and then smiled as her naked tits fell into his view. She, for her part, unzipped her jeans, eager to show him her moist pussy.* "With that" and "for her part" are attempts to smooth transitions that, in 99% of cases, are smoother without. And with that, I, for my part, shall pointlessly transition to the next tip. **6. You Must be at Least this Literate to Post Stories** Writers should check THEIR dictionaries for correct spelling, or else THEY'RE going to look bad when they put THEIR stories out THERE. And not just them. YOU'RE going to need YOUR spelling correct as well. IT'S important that a word have ITS spelling checked. **7. Advertise Effectively** Literotica lets you write the story summary, which tells readers whether this is a story they want to check out. Too many authors will write a summery like this: *Pat and Chris do more than hold hands!* This tells us almost nothing. It suggests only that two people (Two women? Two men? One of each?) do something sexual (In a porn story, I would hope so!). Tell readers what makes your story interesting. The relationship between the characters. The context of their actions. At least tell readers the genders of the major players. If your story is a voyeurism story, tell us the genders of the watcher and of the person being watched. A reader who's in the mood for a man peeking at a woman is probably not in the mood for a woman peeking at a man. Likewise, if your story is group sex, is it a man with multiple women, or a woman with multiple men? Here are examples of specific summaries that let a reader know if these are stories she wants to read: *A high school jock spies his favorite cheerleader changing. Julia says she's straight, but Barbara plans to test that. Can Betty seduce her pool boy?* It is often tempting for an author to want to surprise his readers and therefore avoid spoilers in the summary. But with thousands of stories to choose from, readers are likely to skip those stories with vague summaries and keep searching for something they know matches their taste. **8. Say "Said"** In writing dialogue tags, some writers fear the simplicity of "said," and they use in its place fancy words that prove distracting. Ex.: *"Can I fuck you?" he queried. "You may," she preached. He observed, "Your pussy is pretty." "Thank you," she bellowed. "I hope we don't get caught," he iterated. "We won't," she enthused. He verbalized, "Are you sure?" "I am," she whined. "How sure?" he harped. She declared, "Very." "How do you know?" he tittered. "Trust me," she howled.* Just shoot me, the reader proffers. Usually, you don't want to use the same word more than once or twice, but "said" is an exception. In a dialogue tag, readers skim over the word "said," reducing it to white noise. And that's a good thing, because it's not the important concept in the sentence. When you use other words, you distract the reader's attention from the important elements of who is speaking and what is being said. **9. Don't Start with a Curtain Call** Some writers start by giving each character a paragraph describing the character's face, body, and personality. This is boring. Why use paragraphs to describe characters we do not yet have reason to care about? Personality should be revealed through action. Bad: *Monica was shy.* Better: *Monica's face turned pink as Jim unbuttoned her jeans. "I can't believe we're doing this," she giggled.* Physical description can spice up a scene, but don't give it to us in one block. Ladle out the details as they become relevant. Bad: *Monica had shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes. She had long, curvy legs.* Better: *Monica dipped her face down as she giggled, letting her brown hair veil her face for the moment. When her face resurfaced, Jim loved the spark in her blue eyes. He loved even more what he saw when he pulled off her jeans and drank in the sight of her long, curvy legs.* Better yet, perhaps, leave out physical details altogether. Let the reader imagine the characters as she pleases.

For miles in all directions, the wasteland experienced what had to be the loudest noise ever since the bombs dropped who knows how many years before, when Clove’s body, empowered by the sudden influx of the mutagenic viral concoction, obliterated the vault he was in and the hundreds of tons of rock and sediment it was buried under. Despite clocking in at “just” under fifty or so feet in height, the amount of power that the Deathclaw’s body packed in those immense muscles was enough that the hill the vault was built inside was ripped from the ground and held high into the air, with Clove lifting it effortlessly before throwing it aside, a small-scale earthquake ensuing after the impact. As for Clove himself, his body had blossomed into a thing of glory; so enormous was he that he towered over everything around him, even the metallic ruins left over from the world before. Much like the initial transformation, he was effectively becoming a living pile of bulging muscle, his bulk haphazardly stacked on top of itself until he was having trouble seeing anything; despite the Deathclaw’s neck being a veritable tower of power, his chest and back had packed on so much mass that his head was almost swallowed up by it. All Clove could do was look upwards, seeing the vaguest hint of his own biceps threatening to overtake the rest of his body. He could feel himself bloating at that stage, every inch of his form flaring up in his mind’s eye; he could see himself, and ​feel​ himself, and with that came a sudden surge of clarity he wasn’t even aware had been there before. Much like he’d been able to figure out what the symbols on the screen meant, so too did he start to understand how his own biology worked, making it surprisingly easy for him to halt and resume his growth at will. He couldn’t ​shrink​, that much was impossible, but he ​could​ control the rate at which he was ascending… and not just the rate, as he soon discovered, but the ​form​ as well. He started by manipulating the bulk around his head, pushing it down, as it were, until it was less a bloated mess and more a set of well-defined pecs that bulged outwards by about fifty feet. His back soon followed, being shaped to take on a more toned appearance, while the excess mass was diverted to his shoulders, seriously widening his already gigantic body. The end result was that his face was slowly allowed to rise up again, being freed of the confines of his own musculature and allowing him to directly survey how his body was looking. “Not bad,” he said to himself, “but I could stand to make it better…” With that, he went to work chiseling himself into the perfect being, at least as far as he could imagine it; rather than the misshapen heap of fibrous tissue that the mutagen was turning him into, Clove focused his energy and directed his body to instead adopt a much more rugged, conventionally attractive shape. For Deathclaw males, this of course meant maintaining his new set of body-dominating pecs, sculpting a rock-hard six-pack, and then making sure his legs were as wide as his biceps were; not an easy feat, considering those things were already wider than the vault door itself was. Once that was finished, it was time to take all of that extra, unused mass and shove it somewhere it could be used properly; the ground rumbled and quaked once his balls ballooned outwards, enough to slam into the cracked soil and create two enormous craters. Above them, his cock was fed enough bulk to be perpetually stuck at half-mast, as wide as his torso and longer than he was tall. The pillar of vein-covered cockmeat was so alluring that Clove spent a good hour or two rubbing his entire body against it, almost losing control of himself as he did so; it took a lot of concentration, but he directed his body to keep its current proportions while he grew outwards, flattening what remained of the hill the vault was built under, and digging deep grooves into the soil wherever his claws and tail passed. The more he pleasured himself, the more the Deathclaw wanted to know what his own cum tasted like. He’d never been big enough to justify giving himself a blowjob, but now, with such fine control over his body, and a cock of ​that​ size, he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to truly go wild. Halting his shaft’s growth and allowing the rest of him to surge upwards, Clove plunged the tip of his cock directly into his maw the moment he could manage it, and from that point onward allowed his entire body to process the remainder of the mutagen. This not only caused him to take on literally monumental proportions, but had an unexpected side-effect between his legs. Without him really noticing, both of his balls had begun to swell at an even faster rate than normal compared to the rest of him, without needing any input from the Deathclaw’s mind. Seeing as he was sitting down he didn’t really have the chance to notice until those titanic cum factories rolled over his legs and started flattening the ground around him. They were each producing so much that the underside of his cock was permanently bulged out, forced to deal with such immense pressure that, even without achieving orgasm, Clove was pouring hundreds of gallons of cum into his mouth at every second! The production rate was of such a scale that, even at full flow, his cock just couldn’t deal with all of the cum being stored away… until his body up and found a solution all on its own. It happened so quickly that the Deathclaw didn’t even have time to notice. A small groove appeared along the tough skin of his nuts, growing deeper and deeper as it pushed inwards. Like an invisible rope was tugged around them, their mass was forced to sink into itself; it didn’t hurt, it didn’t even register in his mind, but with a deafening gurgle and at least a 3.0 on the Richter scale, the transformation was complete, and his two orbs split into four, their mass perfectly distributed! For a moment, Clove honestly though that would give him a reprieve from the maddening levels of cum production he was subjected to before… but of course, his body had been infused with a virus whose defining trait was forcefully mutating lifeforms, so it didn’t take long before each of those four nuts started making as much of his seed as his entire sack had before the division combined! Left without anything else to do, helpless as he watched those four tankers grow larger than him, Clove hugged his cock and started pumping it with all of his strength, hoping that a proper climax would empty him out. He got his wish after five minutes of smearing his torso against his shaft, after which his nuts suddenly stopped growing, and in unison… clenched. The deluge of cum that flooded his insides was so vast that his cock doubled in size just to deal with the sudden surge; Clove, not expecting such an immense tidal wave of cum to smack the back of his throat so hard, nearly choked on his own seed before getting a grip on his gag reflex, forcing himself to drink the uncountable tons of the virus-infused cum his balls were producing. He could tell he had been corrupted, not just by the taste of it, so reminiscent of the glass tank he’d drank from, but from the fact that he completely lost control of himself after the first taste alone. All he could do was demand that his own body retain its proportions, because he could no longer make it stop growing in every direction. The seventy-foot mark was reached within seconds, rolling over to ninety without much difficulty. His body was like a balloon, inflating wildly before shrinking down, each cycle adding more height so that the next expansion could go even further. The amount of air being displaced was so much that small tornados began to form around him, and when it all felt like it was just too much, his pecs started to bloat outwards until they took on the familiar shape of breasts, which Clove was all-too happy to use in order to titfuck ​himself,​ something he never thought would be possible. His newly-grown bosom continued to billow out, growing heavier with each second, until those colossal tits grew large enough to rest on top of his nuts, the pressure succeeding in dragging the remaining thousand or so tons of cum that yet remained right down his throat. By the end, his breasts had become so enormous that if he stood up they would drag along the ground, even at his height! What’s more, each was capped with a nipple of gargantuan proportions, looking oversized even on Clove’s already-disproportional frame; if the Deathclaw wasn’t busy drinking down the last few mouthfuls of FEV-infused cum, he would’ve realized that they were just the right size for him to handily shove his cock into… if he could only manage to bend it hard enough to get in, of course. But for someone of his girth and power, such concerns were trivial; he could simply ​will​ his body into finding a way and his brain’s sub-routines would find the most efficient solution. In fact, that’s exactly what he did after he was done drinking his fill, allowing a small portion of his cerebral processing power to come up with an idea independently of what the rest of his brain was doing. He had no explanation for why he could do such a thing; but when he saw his cock lengthen and bend unnaturally, until it started to snake around one of his titanic breasts, he figured it would be best not to ask any questions. After all, all he had to do was politely ask himself how best to nipplefuck his own bosom, and in return he turned his manhood into some kind of serpentine member, easily twice as long as it was before and yet fully controllable, its muscles allowing Clove to maneuver it however he wished. This, obviously, meant immediately shoving it into one of his tits, at least until he realized that leaving the other one all alone was a stupid idea… upon which he crafted for himself another “solution”; shifting some of the mass from his bulky body down below, a second cock began to emerge right alongside the first one, pushing the original’s base off to the side in order to make room. Four balls, two cocks, just as it should be; at least those hyperactive cum factories had died down enough that they were merely gaining about a few inches every second, absolutely nothing compared to the monstrous giant the Deathclaw had become. It gave him plenty of time to find the most comfortable way to walk around while he had two snake-cocks protruding from his body-encompassing cleavage and thrusting needily into the mammothian set of breasts he was sporting. To anyone else, it would be a display of abhorrent excess; to Clove, it was quickly becoming just another day of the week. Much as the transformation had made him feel like a god amongst beasts, especially given how the ground was so far below him that he feared he’d crack the wasteland in half if he ever tripped, he knew when to hold back from his insane growth spurt. With his newfound power came a finer control over his bodily functions, and it became progressively easier to order his physiology around to accomplish what it was he wanted the more he put his mind to it. This meant that, if ever actually ​wanted​ it, he could force his balls to start producing virally-tainted cum at a rate too fast for even those enormous snakelike shafts to empty out; but seeing as how he still wanted to remain mobile, he thought it best to keep those snakecocks nice and dry while he nipplefucked himself. There was no need for more growth so quickly, so he could just enjoy himself in the most obscene way possible. It was genuinely surprising how little that show of depraved self-exploration affected him. In a way, he could feel how good it was, even to the point where he could succumb to it if he so desired. But in his state, so close to divinity as he was, even something like that was naught but another piece of the puzzle; to him, being able to pump himself in such a manner was just another display of how much he outranked everyone around him, and he would soon get to showing off just what exactly he could do if given the right motivation. First things first, though: he needed to return to his pack. Getting back to the den was easy enough; at his size, it took about a hundred paces to cover the same amount of land that it took the smaller, injured version of him most of a day, after which he had to exercise extreme caution not to just squish his entire pack under a single toe. Despite the distance between them and his ears, his hearing had been improved enough that the screams of terror were perfectly clear to him, a delicious treat once he identified whose voices those were. His old pack had taken refuge inside of their den, the males trembling in fear of the colossus casting a shadow over them while the females fought themselves over whether or not they should step outside. Clove, being the merciful god that he was, decided to make the decision for them, and ripped the top of the den off the ground with a single hand, showering the Deathclaws inside with dust and debris, sending them flying for a cover that didn’t exist. Upon realizing that there was nowhere left to run, the whole pack stood there, staring in awe at the hundred-foot giant casting a shadow over them. A few even dared to speak up, stuttering as they tried to say Clove’s name, only to make everyone else stare at them in confusion; surely this monstrosity, this immense beast that was more muscle and breast than Deathclaw, wasn’t the runt of the litter? His face did look similar, but his body… could it be? Such thoughts swam inside their heads until they began to consume their thought patterns completely. The utter impossibility that was Clove began to make more and more sense as they kept thinking about it, until suddenly the whole pack found themselves wondering just what was so odd about it; of course it was the younger Deathclaw standing there, mutated beyond recognition aside from his face. They told him to toughen up... so he did, and now he was back to show them up and tell them how wrong they were to treat them so badly! Clove himself was quite happy with himself when he began noticing the expressions on his former bullies were softening over time, going from scared to accepting to downright ​needy.​ The combination of his imposing presence, powerful musk and probably a little bit of help from his expanded consciousness had yielded the results he’d been fantasizing about for years: his whole pack, prostrated in adulation, calling out for him to take them where they stood. It was especially delicious when the top female of their group, the broodmother responsible for ensuring the continuity of their bloodline, threw herself at him, only able to reach the very bottom of his foot but still eagerly rubbing herself against every inch of him she could reach. This was enough to snap the soon-to-be-old alpha out of his funk, an expression of fury adorning his face at seeing his mate forsake him to be closer to Clove… but with his mind so distorted by desire and his nose flooded with the bigger Deathclaw’s musk, it was only a matter of seconds before he succumbed to lust again. For Clove, it was the best possible outcome; if only he could shrink himself and give each and every one of them the love they deserved… but he had a better idea. It wasn’t enough that his old pack knew who was in charge; every Deathclaw in a hundred-mile radius had to be keenly aware of that as well, just to prevent any prospective alphas from getting any ideas. Doing so was simple: his body already exuded a potent, natural musk, courtesy of his sheer size, but it could be easily coaxed into producing even more, covering him in a cloud of pheromones that were swept away in the wind, powerful enough to affect any member of his species even if he couldn’t see them. The effects on those directly around him was immediate and as powerful as the scent itself was; if they were already close to worshipping his very body in mindless adoration, then Clove’s latest trick was enough to push them off the edge and make them cry out for his name. In the distance, he could hear other packs of Deathclaws being caught up in his web, sniffing the air in his direction before mindlessly walking towards him, abandoning their hunts and attempts at mating just to get one step closer to the burgeoning Deathclaw god. But… baby steps. The first order of business was making sure they knew who the new alpha was, if it wasn’t already obvious. Doing this was simple enough; lowering one of his hands to the ground as softly as he could, he beckoned the old pack leader onto it. The little one dutifully climbed on, only to be flattened when Clove lifted him up at full speed. He was so tiny that the giant could barely even see him… which was a problem for what he had planned. He couldn’t just ​feed​ him, as even the tiniest droplet would cause him to bulge out uncontrollably, but there weren’t a lot of other options either… Clove sighed and shrugged, figuring that it would be best to just try it out anyway and hope that it worked. Giving a short look towards his right breast, he made sure to turn around after pulling his original member from within the distended nipple, so as to make sure no one was caught up in the waterfall of milk that came pouring out. The snakecock slithered up his cleavage to where the old alpha was being held on the Deathclaw’s hands… and then eagerly slammed into Clove’s palm in order to devour the little thing in a single thrust. With the previous pack leader safely within the confines of his manhood, the giant enacted the second part of his plan: a little transformation of his own. The old alpha was bathed in a raging maelstrom of FEV-infused cum, battered on all sides by currents that made oceanic storms look like puddles by comparison. Rather than being torn apart at the seams, however, his body was allowed to take it all in and grow outwards, consuming Clove’s seed until it began to take on the same kind of proportions as Clove himself did. But the captive wasn’t there to be a replacement, or even a pet; as soon as he got big enough, he’d start noticing his body was elongating, becoming a lot taller and thinner than it should be. Poor bastard probably got a couple of seconds of consciousness to realize what was happening before Clove began to replace the very tissue on his original snakecock with the old alpha’s engorged body; the veiny surface grew coarse and rough like a Deathclaw’s hide, its base sporting the same kind of howling maw that his kind used to tear prey apart. An enormous head blossomed from his groin, perpetually stuck with its mouth open so the tongue-cock could freely move, snaking around Clove’s breast yet again until its tip, by that point replaced with a scaled-up version of the old alpha’s head, was ready to thrust into the giant nipple again. Clove stared down at what used to be a Deathclaw and was now just another one of his body parts. It would’ve been unthinkable just hours before, but it was right there in front of him; the greatest possible revenge he could’ve wrought was accomplished, and the short yelp of mindless pleasure that left his cock’s “throat” before it was muffled in another nipplefucking was the cherry on top of the perfect shake. But Clove had two snakecocks, and it wouldn’t do to only have one of them turned into some weird kind of hybrid. Thankfully for him, the male who took a special interest in “toughening him up” was right there for him to take, and though he ​did​ try to run after seeing what happened to their leader, poor thing couldn’t make it more than a couple of feet before nearly being smushed by one of Clove’s paws. He could very well absorb him through his skin at that point, add the insignificant mass to his own as a means of revenge, but seeing as how the old alpha was enjoying being one of snakecocks so badly, Clove thought it’d be rude of him not to share some of that love with his biggest bully. Effortlessly, he pinched the male’s body between two toes and threw him in the air, dislodging his second shaft from inside his nipple and using it as a second mouth; its tip opened wide, enough to swallow the smaller Deathclaw whole in a single “gulp” while he was still hanging in the air, before sending him off to be transformed by the cum-slurry. As a repeat of the alpha, this second one’s body was bent out of shape until it adapted to the snakecock around him, and for the second time that day, Clove’s groin sprouted a perpetually-howling yet silent maw with a massive snakelike, prehensile member protruding from the inside. His “victim’s” head adorned its tip, face stretched out to fit its size, an enormous tongue lolling out for just a second before Clove threw it right back inside of his left breast. With the major transformations complete, it was time for him to indulge a bit; still keeping his body at around a hundred feet in height, if only for the time being, he allowed himself to enjoy their newfound status as a god amongst Deathclaws by sitting down and relaxing onto a nearby mound, allowing the rest of his pack to climb onto him and find refuge in one of the many nooks and crannies created by his titanic bosom. Clove himself was busy watching his dicks pump up his tits; he adored watching their lengths swelling and contracting as enormous blobs of cum were forced through them, only to erupt violently into his massive breasts, swelling them up even more. It was a testament to his control over his own body that they weren’t already ten times his own size; he was keeping the FEV production under wraps until he could make sure he would have no one to rival him, at which point he’d just go completely insane to see how far he could take himself. But unbeknownst to him, his body had developed to such a point that, even despite his best efforts, some things just… slipped through the cracks. Compared to the rest of his pack, he was simply too large to notice when the many females became “glued” to his skin, unable to pull themselves away, only to then start slowly sinking into his form. They were so tiny that Clove couldn’t tell the difference; he only knew something was wrong when he started feeling his tits being pushed upwards. With his mind capable of running his body semi-independently from his conscious desires, it wasn’t surprising that it had decided to make good use of the sudden “donation” on the part of his old pack. And seeing as how the new alpha already sported a pair of tits large enough to dominate his whole body, then it was only fitting that all of those consumed females would turn into something similar! Thusly, before Clove had any opportunity to stop it, several more pairs of tits began sprouting underneath the first, competing for space on his torso while they ballooned to match the original pair’s size. All the giant could do at that point was scramble to his feet to avoid being completely buried, only to realize with some measure of panic that he had become too heavy to even ​move.​ Acting quickly, he allowed his nuts to start pumping out FEV-infused cum, figuring that it was better for his upper pair of breasts to swell even harder so long as he could make himself stronger for what was about to come. It was a race against himself, his torso sprouting four extra rows of fast-growing tits while the rest of him desperately tried to bulk up enough to keep Clove mobile. It got to the point where his topmost pair, no longer being the dominant one, began to push against his face; the Deathclaw god saw his muzzle stuffed into his own cleavage, which rose several feet above his head, obscuring the sun and nearly deafening him with how loudly it was churning. So stuffed with FEV that they were visibly pulsating with each heartbeat, it took all of Clove’s willpower to stop the flow, at which point the damage had been done; his height had been raised to two hundred feet, his entire front was covered in breasts… and he was reasonably certain that instead of regular nipples, they were capped with the faces of his pack’s females; it would certainly explain why he could still hear them begging to be stuffed with his seed. Of course, that wasn’t the end of it. With the females having been absorbed into him and Clove too busy dealing with it to do anything else, it was the males’ time to do their duty and add to his body. And if their former companions added rows of tits, it was only fair that ​they​ make Clove’s groin even more cramped than it already was. Before the titan had time to react, his nethers began sprouting a great number of extra cocks, all of them struggling to pierce through whatever little space was available in between his multiple cleavages; it was no easy feat, as all of those mounds of milky goodness were so immensely full that when they squished against one another, barely inches were left. Clove’s cocks had to forcefully part every inch of breastflesh just to burst free from its confines, at which point the giant Deathclaw, not wanting to have to walk around with his face getting smacked by about a dozen new shafts, began turning them all into snakecocks as well. Much like his first two, they took on the appearance of the members of the pack of he had absorbed, and seeing as how he was running out of space down below, he thought it best to reduce the number of Deathclaw heads on his nethers to three, and simply have each one possess multiple tongue-snakecocks. It didn’t really register with him how absurd his mutations had turned, mostly because he was too busy with ten simultaneous nipplefuckings driving him absolutely fucking crazy at every half-second. Moving had become a challenge in and of itself; not just because he was carrying that much weight around, but his mind was being assaulted with wave after wave of pleasure from his body going haywire with self-exploration. To most people, the ​idea​ of being on the receiving or giving end of a nipplefuck was enough to make their legs shake; and yet there he was, giving ​himself ten of those, while keeping around a couple of “normal” shafts in order to maintain an eternal titfuck for good measure. Each step deafened him with the sloshing of oceans of milk, only made worse when his quad-orbs began splitting into multiples once again; if he could’ve moved before, it rapidly became impossible when the remaining space between his legs was taken up by twenty rapidly-swelling nuts, each one heavy enough to flatten a steel girder, all of them together capable of lifting the Deathclaw off the ground! And there he stood… or sat, as the case may be, trapped on one side by his burgeoning cum factories and on the other by five sets of tits that just kept getting fuller the more the pumped them with his seed; and ​not​ filling them as hard as he could wasn’t an option as far as he cared. It took about two hours of carefully adjusting his FEV production and redirecting mass to make himself mobile again, if only just barely; he still had to drag his nuts around and push his tits out in front of him, leaving a massively wide trail of destruction wherever he went. By that point, the neighboring Deathclaw packs had already converged on his position, though Clove was smart enough to stop himself from absorbing them… at least until he felt it was necessary. Without any real direction or goal in mind, all he could do was move forward and hope something interesting happened; he’d heard stories of great beasts lurking in the more irradiated areas of the wasteland, of giants like him that smushed even power-armoured humans into paste with a single swift blow. If such things even existed, then they should be the perfect targets for him; he had his doubts, but if they did, he was eager to absorb them into himself, to make his body even greater than it already was. The thought alone was enough to make him shiver in anticipation, and despite his best efforts, it allowed a few of the Deathclaws hanging onto him to be taken in by his mass. Rather than sprouting more of the usual, however, Clove had a new idea in mind. With so much already adorning his divine frame, it was a crying shame that he only had two hands to pleasure himself with. Such a shame, in fact, that he figured it best to turn those eager devotees into a brand-spankin’-new set of arms; four of them, in fact, so he could lift every breast at once if he felt like it! However, it was difficult to find space for them, as his original pair was already so swollen and bulky that he had a hard time moving it around without being forced to flex from the amount of muscle stacked onto it; and seeing as how his musculature kept growing the more he strained himself, it was rapidly becoming a problem that even he couldn’t contain. Eventually, he had to give up what he was thinking and resort to a more drastic solution: if he couldn’t find room in his torso, he’d just use his back! With a creaking so loud that some of the burnt metal around him began to shatter from the vibrations in the air, and a flood of endorphins of such a scale that Clove himself had to stop moving just to enjoy it, several pairs of arms sprouted from behind him, his spine cracking loudly enough to be mildly uncomfortable when it was forced to grow multiple new bones structures just to keep those appendages mobile. Each one was as utterly gigantic as Clove’s originals, and each was all-but forced to constantly battle for moving space with every other; this caused them to rub and squeeze their vein-covered bulk as a matter of simple fact, something that made it extremely difficult for the Deathclaw to concentrate on anything else. All he could think about was ​muscle​. His muscle, the powerful sinew and fibrous tissue that made up his body. He wanted to flex and show it off, knowing it’d just make it grow more; he wanted the whole damn wasteland to see him swell to absurd proportions, just so he’d be visible from across the horizon. And after fighting it for what felt like too long, he finally gave in. Or he would’ve, if not for a loud, booming voice snapping out of his trance-like state. “Hey, shrimp!” The voice wasn’t familiar, or at least it was too rumbling and bassy for Clove to know who it belonged to. One thing was for certain, though: whoever spoke was at least big enough for the Deathclaw to hear. It wouldn’t be until he turned aside to look that his jaw dropped at the sight. He had thought himself big, massive even. He had thought of himself as a divine figure, a true god amongst his lower peers. But in front of him, blocking out the sun and casting a shade large enough to make even him look tiny, was a ​true​ god. It was a gecko, or least that was the closest analogue Clove could come up with. It shared the same colours and the head was the same, but that’s where the similarities ended, for its body was so unbelievably colossal that the Deathclaw felt like he was shrinking just by looking at it. It wasn’t as mutated as Clove was, sporting only a single cock and pair of balls, as well as a more conventionally masculine body shape, albeit with horrendously oversized pecs. But what he lacked in extra assets he made up for in ​size,​ being at least thrice as tall as Clove himself was and wide enough that the Deathclaw felt like an ant about to be squished by a hammer made out of raw power. It only got worse when he actually stepped forward and came closer, at which point Clove suddenly realized the godly gecko was even ​larger​ than he thought. “I heard of an upstart trying to take my turf,” he boomed, voice powerful enough to nearly throw Clove backwards from the sonic blast, “and I’m feeling generous today, so unless you want me to eat you and take whatever made you that big, ​scram!”​ For a moment, Clove honestly considered just running away; it felt like the obvious solution to the problem, even if it made him squirm at the injustice of it all. He’d just been granted a free ticket to divinity, and here it was being revoked by someone several miles further down the line than he was. How could he hope to compete with someone of that power? “Hey, you heard me?!” the gecko’s voice raised with anger, “I said ​beat it​, now fuck off!” It was so unfair! He’d come so far, he refused to just turn around and forget about his plans! … but wait… did he even have to? Clove beat himself up for forgetting such an obvious, and yet crucial bit of information. Why was he worrying so much about this upstart of a gecko trying to intimidate him into leaving? If that pathetic creature truly was a god like him, he wouldn’t need to resort to threats or implied violence; he’d just take what was his by right and move on! Yes, that was it, that was the truth; this ​thing​, this big pile of muscles was nothing more than a fool pretending to be something else… and Clove would prove it. With a snap of his fingers, he allowed his body to cut loose and finally start doing some proper work on growing him out. He’d been holding back until that point, and it took the shock of seeing someone that gigantic to remind him that he was fully capable of being even larger. Each one of his breasts suddenly swelled when a deluge of FEV-cum flooded them, quickly enough for Clove to be pushed backwards, leaving deep claw marks on the ground; this wouldn’t last long, as his nuts began to bloat with renewed production as well, the mutagen acting on them as much as it was on everything else, leading to their size ​exploding​ while the rest of the Deathclaw’s body tried to catch up. “Wha-... what the fuck?!” the gecko screamed, taking a step back when his target refused to back down, “You think you can outgrow me?! Fuckin’ runt, I’ll show you!” With that, the gecko clenched his fists and hunched over, flexing his upper body to the point where every single vein was visible to some degree or another; predictably, he began growing as well, his own bulk building on itself until it nearly buried his head. But as much as the gecko tried to compete, he was hopelessly out of his league; all he could do was increase his size linearly, while Clove was happy just multiplying himself over and over again. Without even trying, he was half the size of his opponent; mere seconds later, he was large as the gecko had been initially. He could’ve carried on, utterly dwarfing the poor thing; the two were already massive enough to be visible from over the horizon, but Clove knew he was barely even started. Still, there was something cute about that little thing thinking they were hot shit. Even after the Deathclaw matched him pound for pound, he kept trying, kept flexing in a futile attempt to dethrone the ​true​ god amongst the two. And Clove just couldn’t help but find that endearing. He opened his maw and allowed even more FEV to flood his system; it was time for a reward.

Title: Beetlesmith's Ch. 23 Tags: group sex, orgy, lesbian, tranny, bisexuals *You've heard the expression, "Everything but the kitchen sink?" That's in these next few chapters as well. Enjoy! \*\* Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire, I lead the way to the funeral pyre. And without a thought of the consequence, I gave in to my decadence. One slip, and down the hole we fall...* —One Slip *from* Pink Floyd, A Momentary Lapse of Reason. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* He was just a silhouette—a vague, dark outline of a man that always sat across from me. His voice was anything but nebulous; cultured, mirthful, rich with resonant tones that bespoke of timeless knowledge and wisdom, and unequivocally seductive. He visited me every night for the past four, saying it was his way of preparing me for my decision—a way to make the transition easier, to use his words. Maybe so, though mostly I got the impression he liked tormenting me while stiffening my resolve. "It isn't long now until the new moon," he began. "A couple of days." "Are you ready?" "What's to be ready? I have done it before. It's not like I'm about to pitch in the World Series." "But you are in a way. I've waited untold millennia for this..." "Why are you here?" I interrupted. "I told you I would do it. I'd do anything to avoid your...punishments." "That may be, but you would be surprised how many of your kind said that exact same thing only to fail at the last. Fail when paradise was so near. I'm here to see to it you're not counted among them. I'm here to give you strength." "Paradise?" "Your reward." I laughed, sarcastically. "And what is to be my reward? Riches? Power? Women?" "All three if you like." "I'd have little use for any of those where I'm going, I suspect. How about peace of mind instead?" "How about a realm of your own to command. There are seven now. We could make it eight. Reward enough?" "I thought there were nine circles of Hell." He signed deeply, and for the first time since he began visiting I heard annoyance in his voice, "Why anyone listened to that Florentine pederast is unfathomable. I have six brothers. There are seven realms. You will make eight." "I don't know what that means, even if I believed you." "It means you would be treated as an equal, ruling the lesser lights for the betterment of our kind. My brothers and I need noblemen such as you." He chuckled. "Remember, better to rule in Hell..." "Then serve in heaven?" I finished. "Exactly." "Speaking of ruling and serving, what are you going to do with the children I sire?" "You keep asking that, and my answers will always be the same." "That it's none of my concern. Well, if we can't discuss the children then I'd like to ask you about that time I tried to wean myself off the elixir." "Go on." "You found time to...play with my wife." "Undeniably. You left me little choice than to get to know Sarah better. And such a wonderfully fun time we had with that scrumptious tart, Barbara." "Sarah?" "Oh forgive me. I meant Karen. Your wife so reminds me of another I grew fond of so many ages ago. It's easy for me to mistake the two." "I take it you favor us both?" "Indeed, though I don't ordinarily manifest in the weaker sex as a matter of preference, but you left me no choice. And Karen did provide me interesting pleasures that I had long forgotten. Still, once I brought you back into the coven, so to speak, I have since kept my influences solely on you." "I find it hard to believe that my will forced you to seek amusement elsewhere." "Forced me?" "What I mean, my determination not to use the elixir, not to be used by you in effect, was strong enough to keep you at bay." "You are willful creatures, to be sure. It's one of your many characteristics that make your species so special...and valuable. Added to that, the barrier between our two worlds precludes me from using my full powers. So, there's only so much influence I can exert. A strong willed individual can resist my murmurs if they are determined. As such, I need a willing host to allow direct manipulation. And before you ask, as you always seem to divert our conversations in their direction, yes, my opposites are limited in the same manner. Free will—it's a bitch, to use the vernacular of today." "That's what the elixir is really for, creating willing hosts so that you can manipulate them?" "Mostly. Didn't Beetlesmith go over this with you?" "Beetlesmith is less than open about many subjects, and for those things he does talk about, he tends toward longwinded subterfuge." "One of his many talents." "What is he?" "One of my agents here on earth." "I understand that, but what is he? He's not human. Spirit? What?" "He is...different. He's what we call a half-breed. Unlike my kind, he can fully function on your plane, yet possesses limited powers that make him extra-human." "Is that what I am now, a half-breed, because I have powers?" "No, you are much different. Much more. Although you are still fully human, you are my ancillary." "Do the Others, the Bright Ones, have half-breeds working for them?" "Of course. Many over the ages, in fact. A most famous example was the entity you know as the Christ; a most powerful half-breed, indeed. Nearly turned the tide against us, but we manipulated your kind into disposing of him for us. Well done." "Well done? Based on my reading, it seems to me that whole incident worked in their favor, not yours." "Things would have ended far worse for us if he hadn't been...eliminated. You're correct, though. He did give them an advantage. Temporarily that is. That advantage will soon be reversed, thanks to you and your descendants." "Yes, that mysterious thing you keep eluding to about my children. You hint at it, but won't pay me the courtesy of telling me what it is. Will they be half-breeds?" "You keep wandering back into familiar, yet forbidden territory." "That it's none of my concern?" "Exactly, so let's just leave it alone." "Very well. There is one thing I don't understand, and hope you will answer." "Again with the questions? It's getting late." "You began this conversation. I would have been perfectly happy with a good night's rest." "You're right. My apologies. Please continue." "Going back to an earlier point, you agreed that you favor my wife *and* me." "Yes, I remember." "If that were so, then why did you goad us into that terrible confrontation? It was an awful, nasty fight, and things turned very badly, very quickly. It seems reckless considering your plans for us." "That wasn't me. That was instigated by a mischievous succubus who was meddling where they didn't belong. They have long since been dealt with in the harshest manner." "It's fortunate you intervened, then, halting what would have been a disaster for you." "Disaster?" "Yes. I could have killed Karen, and came very close to doing just that. It would have ruined all your plans." "Killed her? Ah...oh yes, it was...ah...indeed, fortunate. Like I said, the succubus has been dealt with, and your wife is safe." A silence fell between us. Seeing that I was deep in thought, he finally asked with irritation, "Is there anything else?" "I'm sorry. You seemed confused just now." "No. I just grow weary of the conversation. I get distracted easily. But that reminds me. I have a question for you. Before all this happened, you didn't believe in us." "No. I never gave the afterlife much thought." "You do now, however. And yet, knowing the truth of it all, having not a scintilla of doubt about our existence, you chose to side with us." "I've been told the die was cast. Did I really have a choice?" "We all have choices we have to make. Even me." He chuckled again, as if amused, "Sometimes those choices are limited. Sometimes we must choose between the lesser of two...goods." "I suppose that's true. I guess I would frame my answer it this way, I didn't choose you as much as I felt abandoned by the Others. I sided with the powers that were granted me by both sides." "Both sides?" "Yes. Although you gave me these powers, they allow me to keep them. Isn't that correct? So, in a sense..." He quickly cut me off. "An interesting interpretation, though I'm not sure I'd interpret their indifference as agreement. "How would you interpret it?" "You're forgetting about free will, and leave it at that. I will say, many of your kind feel abandoned by them at some point. As you do now. Their apparent aloofness comes off as indifference. Or maybe they are indifferent. I can never really tell. It's why I like to refer to them as absentee landlords; expecting the rent, tribute, and worship, without giving an effort to...fix things. I and my brothers, on the other hand, have been down in the trenches with humans from the very beginning, nurturing every sensation and desire you've been inspired to have." "Yes, your influence does seem more powerful than theirs, or at least, more obvious. You called them absentee landlords as if they are unconcerned with what goes on. Don't they try to influence us anymore?' He hesitated for a moment. "In their own feeble ways. Yes." "Really? How? Where is this influence? If they have been trying to affect some change in us, I haven't felt it. I certainly haven't seen it in my life." For the first I saw a part of his face. He smiled, revealing a perfect set of straight, white teeth, appearing even more stark and vivid against the darkness that shrouded him. "Their influence has been right under your nose the whole time you've walked this earth." \* I woke up from the conversation slightly disoriented. I was in an unfamiliar room, and it took me a moment to get my bearings. The clock on the nightstand read three am. "Fuck, only three," I mumbled to myself as I got up to go to the bathroom." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* **The Present Day** Much has happened since that day I found out Asmodeus was my antagonist. The next day, I saw the sigil in the mirror—at least that was what I interpreted it to be, a mark of possession engraved into my forehead. It was a little, red, inverted triangle, shaped like an arrowhead, long and proportionally narrow at the base, and with what looked like the letter D in the middle. Touching it, I couldn't feel it, as I would expect if it were a real brand or even a tattoo, but it was clearly visible to me, and it was always present from that moment on. However, as with the obsidian eyes of my companions, I was the only one who could see the manifestation. More importantly, I didn't see a sigil on any of the others that were close to me. I took great solace in this—one of the few since—knowing that I was the only one damned. My fall from grace did not translate to them. I was reassured that my fate wasn't shared by Karen or the others, when, two weeks later, I saw the sigil on another person—a gentleman of about my age. I spotted its distinctive triangular shape on his forehead as we passed each other on a city sidewalk. I decided to follow him, and, given the chance, strike up a conversation. I'm not sure why talking to him was important to me at the time. Maybe it was desire to find others like myself. A grief shared is half the sorrow... Isn't that how the old saying goes? Or maybe I just wanted to know I wasn't soldiering on with this absolute knowledge of Hell alone. I also held out hope that he may know something more about Beetlesmith, about the elixir, or about our fate. Maybe I could glean some clue on how I could escape my destiny. Wishful thinking, I know. For when I casually dropped Beetlesmith's name and that of the elixir, he feigned ignorance of the whole matter. Even when I pressed him, assuring him I was also a client of the inestimable Mr. B, he wouldn't admit knowing the old fraud or his potion. Beetlesmith certainly hammered home the, 'Silence is Golden,' trope. It precluded him from speaking to me about the matter at all. One thing I did gather, it was evident that he was ignorant of the mark of Asmodeus he bore. Confirming for me that I was the only one aware of its presence. I left him happily ignorant of the mark, and of his fate in the afterlife. I have seen others bearing the mark. Not many, but occasionally they would cross my path. Each person, man or woman, was a current client of Beetlesmith, and each one professed ignorance of his existence and that of the elixir. All, except one. She was about twenty-five years older than me, mother of four and grandmother of seven, and lived in an apartment in the city with her husband. We had a pleasant conversation over coffee. I think she even had pie. She told me all about her exploits—when she met Beetlesmith, what happened the first time she administered the potion, all the perfunctory information that I really had no desire to know. She was quite candid and unabashed, telling me that she uses the elixir mainly on young men and boys so that she can have sex with them in front of her husband. Other than that, however, she knew very little else about Beetlesmith, or the elixir, and as I've come to realize from everyone bearing the mark, knew nothing of the sigil so clearly visible to me on her forehead. It seems all of Beetlesmith's clients are damned, but I was the only one who knew it. When we were about to part company, she invited up to her apartment. I knew why, of course, and even though I really wasn't in the mood and she wasn't really my type, I decided to give the old bag a whirl. Actually, in looks and demeanor, she reminded me of Judi Dench of the Bond movies—minus the British accent, of course. So in that regard, I didn't mind fucking her brains out in front of her husband. All in all, doing the old biddy turned out to be another error in judgment. When she introduced me to her husband, I saw that he bore the sigil of Asmodeus, as well. I asked him if he had also administered the elixir, and he said he had on several occasions to very young acquaintances that struck his wife's fancy. So, again, my assumptions seem to be correct. Only those who purposefully give the elixir to another are damned, and only I could see them for what they were. Once the introductions were out of the way, she tied hubby to a chair in their bedroom. It seems he likes being the captive while the young men bone his wife, and she loves raining insults over his head as she's fucked silly, and all while assaulting him physically in the most egregious ways—ways Gabby would never even consider doing to her husband Phil. I made what little of her day she had left when she saw the size of my cock. Long story short, she took it in the ass several times, screaming and squirting for each. After each session, I made her suck my cock and balls to clean it off. She wasn't thrilled about that, but did derive some pleasure out of the looks her cuckold husband gave her. And I was having some fun treating the old bitch like a used-up whore. So things were going well from my perspective, as well. That is, until I dived back into her now, loose ass, again. Just as I sent her into another shrieking fit of butt quake, she has a heart attack. Right there on the bed with her plump ass in the air and in mid-squirt. It must have been a massive myocardial infarction. She was dead before I even pulled out of her. At least she had a smile on her face—though I don't suppose her smile lasted very long once she met the two grunting guardians down below. There was no way I was going to be bothered with the cops or the coroner. What a nuisance that would have been. Instead, I wiped hubby's memory clean of my existence, and left their place with him still tied to the chair. About two hours later, I made an anonymous tip to the local police. At least I think I did. After that, I didn't bother engaging anyone else concerning the sigil. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* All that sigil nonsense aside, my new, overriding philosophy became: make hay while the sun shines. Regardless of what Beetlesmith had said, I felt that the sunset of my life was fast approaching. And even if Asmodeus allowed me to live after performing my manly duties, I was sure it wouldn't be with the benefit of the powers I now possessed. I figured I had until the appointed hour, according to Beetlesmith's timetable, before those powers would sunset. So make hay before sunset. Embrace the powers granted. Carpe diem, asshole. So much irony permeated my life. Looking back over these many months prior to the knowledge of my outcome, I exercised restraint using those powers, but to what ends? I'm still going to Hell. What's the point in restraint now? Will my destination be any different if I continue to curb my appetites? Now that I was living with one foot in Hell, I might as well take full advantage of its fetid waters while I'm still able, and dive in. There's a market for what I could offer. I live in a time where all manner of people thirst to indulge themselves in the debauched and the lascivious. Why not enrich myself giving the people what they truly desire, and at least bequeath to Karen some measure of wealth and comfort when I'm gone? The day of the sigil was the last day I went into work, and the only reason was to invite everyone on my floor to my house Friday night as kind of a bon voyage party. Not surprisingly, everyone came, as well as all the others from the last orgy, *sans* Jack. Even the snooty assholes came. The ones that looked down their noses at me when the rumors spread across my office floor like wildfire—hypocrites, all. When all was said and done, there were close to sixty people gathered in my home. I supplied beverages for all the guests. I did this mainly to provide me a focal point, a smaller object that I could mentally project the emotional essence of what the elixir did to people—all of the routine of administering the elixir, without using the elixir itself. Over the subsequent weeks, I've learned how to imbue a large group of people with sexual frenzy without using the mental crutch. Prior to learning the trick, however, I was still new at the mass manipulation game, so I relied on a fixed focal point that they would ingest. That first time using mass manipulation worked better than I anticipated—actually, it was almost too good. There was no slow ramp up to sexual frenzy, where the individual's ethical and moral walls were broken down, bit by bit, as with the potion. All it took was one sip of my mentally infused drink...poof...they barely had time to put their drinks down before their clothes came off. Karen and I stood in amazement watching the interior of our house ignite in sexual decadence that went beyond our wildest imaginations. Women dropped to their knees, clawing at the pants of the nearest male—or female for that matter. Within moments, they were all sucking cock, and begging and demanding their new partner, or partners, to fuck them like sex slaves as they chugged and slurped on any and all naughty bits thrust in their faces. It didn't matter if several men found themselves momentarily with one woman. They ravaged her simultaneously, wantonly sticking their stiff members into any available opening, much to her squeals of delight. The floor of our house became a great, flesh-colored sea, with bodies slithering and sliding about each other, looking every bit as ripples on the surface of the water. All manner of sexual deviancy went on display without either Karen or I providing any further mental prodding. However, it was chaos that first time. If you ever witnessed starving dogs fighting over a morsel of food, you have some idea what it was like watching three women viciously service the same cock at once. There was blood. I pushed them too hard into frenzy. Jackie made a half-hearted attempt to restore some order by organizing some structured sex games, but the rest of the 'combatants' were having none of that. She was quickly pulled back into the great mass of flesh. I barely saw her over the next two days. Yes, you read that right, the orgy lasted until around mid-day, Sunday. There were periods of quiescence where some members took a short nap, but the 'sexploits' never fully stopped. Toward that last day I was beginning to feel tired, as if energy was being drained from me a little bit at a time. It wasn't debilitating, just an overall feeling of listlessness. The whole process felt as if I were some sort of human capacitor, storing energy for a time before discharging it into the group. I have since learned how to better control my group psychokinesis, as well as control how much 'energy' leaves me at any one time. That first time was a free, 'getting acquainted,' offer. After that, Karen and I charged a hundred dollars a head as an entrance fee. Again, everyone came, paid, and 'came' as much as they could for as long as the orgy lasted. Surprisingly, our reputation for providing safe, uninhibited, and unadulterated adult participation spread quickly through word of mouth. Within weeks, the number of people paying for entrance swelled our ranks so much that our modest home could scarcely contain all of our members. It wasn't long before participants were spilling out into our backyard, which became a problem. Parking was another problem. Almost all of the streets in our subdivision were fully lined with parked cars for each orgy. I began to fear it wouldn't be long before the local police began slapping us with zoning and decency, or indecency as the case may be, violations. It was about this time that Rodney Portnoy made my acquaintance—that's correct, Rod Portnoy. Yeah, I didn't believe it either. He was a strange man—tall and lanky, almost to the point of looking emaciated. He had a full head of jet black hair, wore glasses with heavy black frames, and talked with a very gentlemanly southern drawl—more South Carolinian than Texan—and an absolute genius when it came to management and organization. I always thought he looked a little like Buddy Holly, minus the guitar. I recognized him right away when he introduced himself. It was hard not to. Even though the large number of people at our gatherings made the newcomers' faces a blur to me, he stood out. He was the only one that didn't do anything with anyone. He didn't even masturbate. When things got going, he would undress like the others, but just sit in a chair with a raging hard-on and watch with great intensity. I got the impression that he probably would have preferred to stay fully clothed, and undressed only so he didn't stick out too much like a red-headed bastard at a family reunion. At times, a female would saunter up to him with the intension of relieving that burgeoning hard-on, but he would politely refuse her offer. I thought then that he might be gay. But when one of the bisexual husbands began fondling his cock, he politely begged off those advances as well. Eventually, everyone left him to his own...vices—whatever they might be other than voyeurism. I was more than astonished by his control. I never would have believed anyone could go an hour without sexual release when in frenzy, let alone days. And make no mistake about it, he was in a state of frenzy, just like the others. Even more astonishing, when I tried reading his mind to see where his precise appetites lay, I couldn't. I could read most everything else about him, but not that. I've met a few more like him since, individuals whose sexual proclivities were blind to me. No matter how hard I tried, I could never 'read' them. Stephen King called the blindness a dead zone, from his book of the same title. I call these individuals, 'Blanks.' Karen couldn't read him either, and never did trust him because of it. As for myself, I felt no malice about him, and so accepted his hand in friendship. After the initial introductions, Portnoy wasted no time making his pitch. He said he knew of a warehouse in the light industrial district, and with the minimal amount of renovations, it could be converted into a first-rate adult club, complete with indoor plumbing for bathhouses, bathrooms, and possibly Jacuzzis. I thought it a great idea, but hesitated due to the costs. I certainly didn't have enough capital to start such a venture, and knew a bank wouldn't lend money on a business model based on a private sex club. Portnoy waved that off, stating he would see to the acquisition of the building and its renovations himself. All he asked was a cut of fifteen percent of all net profits when the club opened. Naturally, I agreed. It was about a month later when Portnoy showed up at my front door again. I hadn't seen him at our gatherings since our handshake, and thought he had given up on the idea of a club as being too expensive. The last of the partygoers from our latest orgy were just leaving when I spotted him standing in my foyer. Shaking my hand, he asked, "Would you like to see it?" "You bought it," I said with surprise. A bright twinkle sparked his gray eye, while a small crease touched his lips. "Bought, and then some, my dear sir. There are still a few odds and ends that need attention, but we could possibly open the club by the end of the week." "Wait... What? This week?" I blurted, with even greater surprise. He smiled again. "Come, let me show you." We all piled into his Escalade. Besides Karen and myself, Gloria, Denise, and Jackie tagged along. We sat, parked across the street from our new venture, as Portnoy began explaining everything that he had been doing for the past month. "As you can see, just a typical warehouse, one big rectangular box; although, I was surprised how little work needed to be done partitioning the interior. Ample parking all around, though we should keep the front free so that we can set up a red velvet rope line with posh, red carpeting under foot, that sort of thing. Full Hollywood glitz." I smiled at his optimism. "You think there will be a need for lines, and room for bystanders?" "Oh yes, my dear sir. When word of this really gets out, you'll have to turn people away. Because of its size and the number of exits, building codes only allow us about 750 individuals at full capacity. As such, we should keep the guests down to about 700 total per night, which will take into account any support staff and security that's needed. Of the 700, I would only like the first 580 in line immediate access when we first open each night, except for late arriving VIP's, of course. First come, first...come, as it were." He chuckled at his pun, then continued, "Then over the course of the evening, we can slowly let in the remaining 120. This builds up tension and a desire for those waiting and watching to have access at all costs. We could charge these double, if not triple the admission." He waited a moment to see if anyone objected, and then continued, "There's one main entrance, and a suitable number of emergency exits situated all around the building. All up to code, of course. There was a large service entrance for delivery trucks in the back, but I had that welded shut as it wouldn't be needed." I looked up and down the street, and said with concern, "What's it like around here at night?" "A veritable ghost town, I thought that's what you would want. What are you thinking?" "Well, by your estimation there'll be lines of well-healed patrons right outside our doors, and in a less than stellar part of the city no less. It would seem to be a sweet target for thugs and muggers. We'd be lining up lambs for the slaughter." "I see what you mean. Although we will have some muscular young lads who have done work in the protection game guarding the doors, I suppose we should have a bit of extra insurance. Let me talk to the local constable about sending an extra patrol car down our street every couple of hours. Their added presence should discourage the...ah, riff raff." I smiled again at his optimism, "You really think the cops would bother?" "Oh, my dear sir, you'd be surprised what kind of protection fifty-thousand placed in the correct sticky palms can buy." Jackie whistled loudly. Karen let out an abrupt chortle, but wasn't surprised by the stench of graft inherent in the city. Gloria sat with her mouth hanging open, and then asked, "Fifty thousand? Dollars? This is a bribe, right?" I asked, "Before we go any further, maybe you should tell us what you've put into this so far. Cash-wise, I mean." He thought for a moment, and then answered, "Oh, I'd say a little over a million." Now, Gloria and Karen both sat with mouths agape. Jackie wasted no time proposing marriage. "Hmm, Mrs. Jacqueline Portnoy, I like the sound of that." I blurted, "A million! I can't...pay..." Portnoy quickly explained, "And I don't expect you to. The property itself was nothing. The owner was happier than a lark in spring to unload it. The interior was where most of the money went." Still seeing a look of disbelief on my face, he added, "You're looking at it all wrong, my dear sir. I see this as a superb capital investment. I have no doubt I will triple that amount in as many months. Come. Let me show you where my million went." He led us through the front door and into a fairly extensive foyer with real, white marble flooring and synthetic marble wall covering. There was a smaller antechamber off to one side of the foyer. I tapped the floor with my foot, producing a solid ring that echoed through the empty enclave. "Now I see where the million went." "Actually, I didn't need that much marble, only here at the entrance, the corridors and walkways, and the bathhouses, of course. The majority of the club is done up in a sort of red satin-silk with padding and lounge pillows. Now, that was the real expense. An extensive amount of very expensive material, to be sure, but it's actually cheaper and easier to clean in the end if done right. So the costs may offset over time." He paused for a moment to wave a hand around, and continued, "However, before we get to all that, I figure this will be the main greeting area. We'll put in a counter where the patrons pay for admission. I've already set up accounts so that we can accept most major credit cards." "Better bring a Visa for those hot, honey-filled vajayjays fellas, because we don't take American Express," Jackie said softly close to Gloria's ear. Gloria whispered something back in her ear, causing both to giggle. Ignoring their snickering, I asked while pointing to the antechamber, "I assume this smaller room is for coats and what not?" "Yes. I'm planning on a Dutch door with a counter as partition, with one or two hat check girls to see to the members' coats and what not. That sort of thing." "Yes, of course. However, it isn't big enough if more than coats are going in there." "Sir?" Karen interceded, "By your estimates, we're going to have 700 people, fully nude and fucking like bunnies without a care in the world. Where are their clothes, except haphazardly strewn around the building. After one of these things at home, it sometimes takes the sluts a couple of hours to gather their things. I can't imagine the chaos when all of them are tearing the place apart looking for their elusive de la Renta gowns with matching Prada stilettos, or their Versace silks with the Gucci loafers." "You're right, my dear. I hadn't thought of that. I may have to expand the bathhouses to include lockers. Let's think on that as I show you the rest of the club." Portnoy led us through a short corridor, also lined with marble flooring and white, decorative walls, and then into a darkened, more expansive part of the building. "Oops, forgot to turn on the lights," Portnoy commented under his breath. He fumbled along a wall for a second, until we heard the loud clicking of several switches. Immediately, everything was bathed in a bright, warm light. "I call this the main pleasure grotto." We all gasped. Nothing screamed Western excess and decadence more than our first sight of Portnoy's creation. The floor of the grotto was sea of satin red and purple silk. Twenty feet above us, the vaulted ceiling was painted in trompe l'oeil clouds—azure blue and white. The contrast between the red of the floor and the blue of the ceiling was breathtaking, and all augmented by the simulated white marble walls with green and gold veining,. The illumination, though stark, was at the same time warm, as if it were truly outside light. There wasn't a shadow to be seen. Even the far corners of the grotto were bathed in deep clarity. The greatest area of the grotto was taken up to the right of where we stood; an extensive floor, plush and padded, and draped by hundreds of yards of red satin. Laying all about the satin were hundreds of silk pillows or all shapes and sizes—pillows for resting a head, a hip, to drape someone over or prop oneself up, for leaning against, or for sitting upright as someone tended to their pleasurable duties. Hundreds of pillows that could be used in any way imaginable, and all were purple—the color of royalty. To the left of us, a much smaller area was occupied by a raised platform, standing about ten feet above the main floor and totally encircled with steps. It, too, was adorned with purple silks and red satin. Between the platform and the expansive, padded floor was the marbled walkway on which we stood. Here and there, and against each wall, large potted, green plants with flowers, ferns, shrubs, and small trees bearing lemons and apricots were interspersed. The scent and the look of it all sent the mind whirling back to a more agrarian time. The real touch of antiquity, though, came from ten, make-shift Corinthian columns. Not made of real stone, but looking the part, each was paired in a row in the middle of the room. They were well secured to the floor and stretched upward, high above us, their capitals not quite touching the blue of the ceiling. What with the warm, bright lighting coupled with the trompe l'oeil clouds, and the various potted ferns and other greenery lining the walls, the expansive room did take on the appearance of a grand courtyard opened to the daylight heavens. "Naturally, I was thinking of a Greek or Roman ambiance," Portnoy commented proudly. "Oh Roman," Karen said, breathlessly, "This is definitely Roman." "Madam approves?" Karen quickly found her composure, then answered, "I do. Although, wouldn't it be better to include a few more, raised platforms. Sort of like the one you have on here on our left. Much smaller, of course, yet done in the same motif." "Platforms?" Portnoy asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Yes. Nothing too tall, say raised a couple of feet above the floor, and large enough to easily accommodate five or six partygoers. Something to break up the monotony of a single level, and add dimensionality to the...ah, fun." Portnoy put a finger to his lips as he scanned the room. "Yes. I think we can do something like that. I'll get the contractors working on it immediately." Looking directly at Karen, he finished, "Say, five such platforms built haphazardly about the center of the grotto?" Karen responded with a smile. "Oh, togas!" Jackie suddenly blurted. "What?" we all almost said in unison. "You know, Roman togas and tunics. Everyone has to wear a toga. We could make it part of the price of membership to the club. Long ago, I watched a porno with my third husband that took place in Rome. You can't believe how hot it was to watch all those bare-bottomed actors in their short tunics. All those thick, hard cocks and dripping cunts barely peeking out enticingly from under the folds of their tunics as they..." "Okay Jackie, we get it," Karen interrupted. Portnoy beamed a great smile, then mused, "Yes. We would require them to come dressed in Roman fashion, wearing a coat for cover when outside, of course. Then at the end of the fun...to use Madam's words...if they go home with someone else's toga, it isn't a great hardship. It would certainly solve the need for a changing room. A capital idea, my dear." Jackie smiled broadly, puffing out her ample breasts in pride at his compliment. As I've said before. Jackie may be a ditz, but she was a veritable Einstein when it came to matters of sex—as was Karen, it seems. "Platforms and togas, any other brilliant ideas from you two?" Jackie winked while saying, "Give us some time. We'll think of something." I turned my attentions to the other side of the grotto. I was still curious about the larger platform set off from everything else. "Rodney, if you're going to install more low-lying

platforms in the main area, then what's the reason for this larger, higher platform on its own?" "I was planning on it being a dais for you and Madam... Or, in keeping with Roman trappings, for the Emperor and his Empress..." "And entourage," Karen quickly added, as she slipped an arm around Gloria and Denise, each. Portnoy smiled. "And entourage," he corrected himself. Looking at me, he explained, "I noticed that during the events in your home, you and...Domina, didn't partake as much with the other guests. It seemed you receive a great deal of pleasure observing the events. Much like I do. So I thought to reproduce that mood in a much more august and grander style. I've ordered a couple of fine, high-back, cushioned chairs that can be used as thrones. They should arrive tomorrow, and will be placed, side-by-side, at the top of the dais." Then, bowing slightly to Karen, he added, "And I will certainly order two more, maybe smaller chairs, to flank Dominus and Domina." By this time Denise had wandered deeper into the grotto, seemingly taking a closer look at things. On her return, she astutely commented, "It's not my cup of tea, but during our orgies I've often overheard some of the guests mentioning more...how can I say it... more aggressive desires." "Denise! You naughty girl," Gloria said with a chuckle. "I didn't say I liked it," Denise said, defensively. "It's just that if we're going full sex club..." "Say no more, dear lady," Portnoy interrupted, "And follow me." Taking us through the main grotto, we ended up in a partitioned area in the back of the warehouse. Portnoy began, "I've divided up this part of the club into various specialty rooms. I haven't decided what they all should be... Maybe Domina and her entourage can put their pretty heads and brilliant minds together and come up with some suggestions. But in the meantime, I've allocated a couple of rooms for those interested in their more...aggressive desires." The one room he showed us was spacious enough, and looked like it could easily hold twenty people if empty. The room's décor was minimal at best. There was no august marble flooring, or red satin sheets and silk pillows adorning the interior. The beauty and culture of Roman accouterments were thrown aside in favor of something far more Medieval. The floor consisted of nothing but smooth concrete—smooth enough for bare feet, but very cool to the touch. The walls were made of an ugly, dark gray brick—looking definitely dungeon-like. Spaced about every five feet or so along the walls were simulated oil torches. They twinkled an electric red at odd intervals, simulating flames, and provided the only meager illumination to the room. The ceiling was low, barely seven feet high. All in all, the low ceiling coupled with the dim lighting produced a claustrophobic atmosphere to the room, particularly when one compared it to the spaciousness of the main grotto. Various devices of bondage lay about the room, or hung from the ceiling and walls. Two St. Andrews crosses occupied the far corners of the room, each situated above a floor drain. A leather swing with stirrups was suspended in the middle of the room, along with trapezes doubling as makeshift suspension bars. All around the rooms interior were tables fitted with wrist and ankle restraints, and bondage benches with even more restraints. Walls were lined with shackles, and rows of every conceivable paddle, switch, whip, and cane. Spreader bars, leather and metal cuffs, hoods, collars, ball gags, pony gags, open mouth gags, and all other manner of individual confinement lay about the different tables and benches. There was even full-body, leather suspension cages in the other two corners opposite the crosses. Jackie opened one of the drawers of a table. It was filled with neat rows of dildos, vibrators, and anal plugs of all shapes, sizes, and colors. There were ten more drawers just like it in the room. "Holy fuck," Gloria intoned with awe, as she scanned the chamber. "What do you think we should call this room?" Karen asked, rhetorically, and with equal awe as Gloria. "The Caligula Grotto, perhaps," I said as a joke. "A capital idea, my dear sir," Portnoy uttered. Then upon further reflection, he continued, "In fact, we should name all of these specialty rooms after a particular emperor. We can put their names above each entrance. It would help organize things in a deviously clever way." Jackie asked, tongue in cheek, "Speaking of naming things after emperors, which one should we call you, William?" I balked at the suggestion. "Wait a minute, I don't want to get that deep into role playing." "Oh come on," Jackie whined, "You and Karen should each have a name. A proper, noble Roman name. Dominus and his Domina. Emperor and his Empress..." "Gods that walk among us mortals," Denise added quickly while lifting an eyebrow, and subtlety alluding to mine and Karen's special abilities. "I think it's a wonderful idea, Will." Karen nibbled at my earlobe, and said, "It would be fun." "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, we don't even have a name for the club yet." "Roman Wilderness," came a quiet reply. It was Gloria. Oddly, she was standing off by herself, absentmindedly fingering a suspension chain for one of the swings, while looking around at the other equipment. It was obvious she was captivated by the room. We all stared at her for some time, wondering who this person was, and what they had done with Gloria. Finally, Karen asked, "What did you say, baby?" "We should call the club, Roman Wilderness. It reminds me of a song I liked as a kid. I think it's fitting." She turned to face us, and smiled. "Just a thought." The others continued to stare at her, dumbfounded. I looked over at Portnoy, who was silently mouthing, 'Capital.' "Sounds like we have a name for our club," I muttered, almost to myself. Jackie finally injected some levity into the odd situation. Holding up a steel, cock cage, she quipped, "Oh, look at this. I haven't seen one of these since my second husband. Ah, the memories. Maybe we should put Willy's willy in something like this? It would make all of us ladies feel safer." Denise laughed, and said, "Not a bad idea, though it needs to be bigger." "A hell of a lot bigger," Karen added, laughingly. "So much amusement at my expense. Your Emperor is displeased. Twenty lashes with a wet noodle for the lot of you." "You direct those noodle lashes at my bare hoochie-coo while sticking that thick rod in me, and I'm..." "What's next on the agenda, Mr. Portnoy?" Karen interrupted, with only slight irritation in her voice. "There's another room similar to this, but with... More modern equipment, let's say. More electric devices and cages rather than manual as you see here. I even procured a couple of Sybian vibrators that should provide a wonderful torment when used in capable hands. The real plum for the other bondage den, though, is a full head, arm and leg stock." "A head, arm... Stock? What in the hell is that?" Gloria asked. "You've seen a medieval stock? Well, this is similar, but the stock itself is housed on a table and consists of two parts. The submissive first sits on the table with their legs extended forward. The first part of the stock is secured around their thighs. Then they are doubled over so that the second stock locks their wrists and neck in place. I'm told it's a most uncomfortable and humiliating treatment, and made more so because the submissive's derriere hangs over the edge of the table, thus adding to the effect. "Oh, Jackie, it sounds perfect for you," Karen intoned, musically. Karen ignored the look Jackie gave her, and added, "That room could be the Nero... No, on second thought, the Domitian Grotto. I never really cared for Nero. Even with all his cruelty, he was still a momma's boy." Portnoy smiled. "Quite. Well, we can look at that room later. Instead, let me show you the bathhouses." Tiled from floor to ceiling with white marble, the bathhouse had an open floorplan consisting of just long rows of shower heads all around the room. There were tiled benches below every other showerhead so that one could sit and soak—or do other things—under the spray. "There's another like this, just across the corridor. There's also a smaller annex attached to each shower area," he said, pointing to a smaller room behind us, "With toilets, bidets, sinks and a trough urinal. No stalls. Fully communal and unisex like the showers." "Speaking of which, I need to tinkle," Jackie commented. "So do I," Gloria seconded. As they walked off toward the toilets together, I commented, "Ah, the heady days of Rome. I can smell its historic aroma already. Communal toilets, something they never quite talk about in history books." Portnoy quickly added, "I put in more than adequate ventilation. I figure these bathhouses are much needed, and will be welcomed relief with so many guests exerting themselves, covered in a fine sweat, and other...stickiness." "Yes, an excellent idea all around, Rodney" I said. Karen turned on one of the showers. A forceful stream of warm water shot out onto the floor, and then ran to numerous drains in the middle of the room. A moist, warm vapor quickly filled the interior. Putting her hand under the spray, she closed her eyes in bliss, and said, "Mmm, warm water mixed with hot sex. What could be more luxurious?" Portnoy handed her a towel, and said, proudly, "If you like that Domina, you're going to love this. Come. Let me show you my pièce de résistance." It was a short walk from the bathhouses, and even before we saw his masterwork we could all smell the chlorine. There was already a wood plaque above the entrance, which read, 'Golden Grotto.' "I took the liberty of naming this room already," Portnoy said, "I hope no one minds." We descended a short way down blue-painted, concrete steps. When we got to the bottom of the landing, the room expanded up and out, away from us. At our feet lay the most enticing pool of water. Steam wafted off its surface, illuminated only by submerged lighting. There were no other lights in the grotto. The pool itself must stretch seventy-five to one hundred feet away from where we stood, and looked at least thirty feet wide. It was all lined by turquoise-colored tile. The walls above were gilded paper, and shimmered blue and gold from the lighting. High above us, the ceiling was painted jet black, with small splatters and speckles of phosphorescent paint to imitate a starry night sky. From behind us, we heard Gloria and Jackie say in unison, "Holy fuck." They had finally caught up. "Took the words right out of my mouth," Karen said. We all took a moment to catch our breath, and to marvel at it. Portnoy stood proudly with his arms folded across his chest, taking a well-deserved moment to admire his handy work, as well as listen to our awe-struck compliments. Finally, he broke the silence, "Given the number of members we'll have, I thought this better than hot tubs. It's a constant eighty degrees. There are two cooling showers on either side, one on this landing, and one on the other across the pool. It's a uniform four feet deep. Good enough so anyone can completely submerge and soak, but not too deep to make it an uncomfortable prospect for those who can't swim or for shorter members. It took quite an effort to retrofit the plumbing for this room, waterproof it, and add heaters, filtration, skimmers and the like. Much of our investment went here, but as you can see, I think it's worth the expense." "Holy fuck," Gloria said again. I was still in awe when I asked, "This is all magnificent, Rodney. But I still don't understand why you went to such expense and opulence? We could easily do just as well with half as much." A sad look crossed his face before he answered. "You don't see it, do you sir? None of you really do. I guess you're too close to it, or unaware of it. But I've traveled the world over, delving in all forms of its...sexual decadence. I seek it out, revel in it, swim in it..." Spreading his arms out over the pool, "I submerge myself in all of its passionate self-indulgences. I've been to orgies in Europe, Japan, Brazil, and even harems in Arabia. So many orgies, all exotic, all unique, and all in places where conventional Western moralistic scruples have become passé, and yet, never have I seen such continual, unabashed, wanton lust and fervor as I've seen at your parties. Bar none. I don't know how you do it, but in my eyes, you and Madam...I'm sorry, Domina...attain the perfection of absolute decadence." He finished with a slow wave of his hand, "Something that exquisitely perfect needs a proper home, and I have built you one." We all fought off the temptation to jump into the pool, and as we made our way back to the car, we stopped briefly to admire the main pleasure grotto again. Portnoy smiled as he looked around, and said almost as an afterthought, "I only wish we could have real marble for the walls. That would really bring out the Roman excess. It would be a terrible expense, though, to cover everything in marble." Looking up and around at the ceiling and high on the walls, I asked, "Speaking of excess, how much would it ruin the atmosphere you've created if we put up more than a few big screen TVs, or even smallish Jumbotrons like the ones in casinos, all about this area and in the various specialty rooms in the back?" Karen looked at me with narrowed eyes, and asked with a sly Mona Lisa smile donning her lips, "What are you thinking?" "A man once told me to go big. I'm going big." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* It was another two weeks making the changes to the club suggested by Karen and the others before we opened. I was happy for the additional time. It allowed us to get better organized. Actually, it allowed me the time to fully wrap my head around our new venture. Unlike myself, Portnoy was well ahead of the curve. It seems that over the past four weeks, in between converting the warehouse into a Roman pavilion, he had already been advertising the club to his many contacts, local, national, and international, as well as soliciting for members with advertisements in underground newspapers and on the internet. He even had a web site ready for launching. All he was really waiting for to complete the logistics was a name for the club, which Gloria had already brilliantly provided. We thought about printing membership cards, but disregarded the idea. They would be too easily counterfeited. Instead, we relied on a secure server and computer system where member's names could be quickly accessed when they bought admission. We charged an annual fee of a thousand dollars. The same amount I paid for that first vial of elixir—it seemed fitting to me. Each member, couple or single, was allowed to bring one guest, preferably female. Besides the membership fee, we also charged an admittance fee of one hundred dollars per person per visit. Only members and their guests were allowed to enter, and only with a reservation. Some would consider that a poor business model, to exclude so many potential customers by first charging a pricey membership fee, on top of limiting the number of attendees to 700 a night. However, you would be surprised how many people from all walks of life would scrap together enough money to buy membership into Roman Wilderness. When word got out about the events on opening night, we almost couldn't keep up with all the new applications that were submitted to the web site. To make things equitable to all members, we implemented a reservation system where each member could only reserve a slot one night out of a week. In this way, every member had the potential to enjoy the club at least once during the month. Naturally, overseas clients who happened to be visiting the States were admitted without reservation, at least for the first night. Young men and women having a particular body type, and who wished to be members but couldn't afford the luxury, could work for their fees as slaves of the club for a month. We required them to be clean shaven—face and body, alike. When working in the club, they were only allowed to wear a single, silver chain—loosely fitted around the waist for the women, and around the neck for the men. Besides providing certain services to the other members, the slave's main duty was after hours club clean-up. In any given month, the waiting list to become a Wilderness slave exceeded a thousand names. Karen and Denise assumed charge over the slaves, and would pick the fifty most suitable each month. Being the old softy that I am, I gave our friends free memberships. All those that attended that first orgy in my home became regulars, except for Jack, and most of them helped out with the nightly operations. Sara, with Jackie and Gloria's help, was particularly adept at organizing over-the-top sex games and contests for the other members. The club was open seven nights a week, from eight in the evening to four in the morning. In keeping with Portnoy's original idea, each night the first 580 reservations in line gained immediate access, while the 120 late-comers had to wait. These were let in two or three members at a time over the course of a couple of hours after the club opened its doors. I thought it excessively haughty to make paying customers wait, but Portnoy said it soothed his sense of equitableness. Why should the tardy be given the same treatment as those who showed punctuality? Besides, he'd say, it did his heart good knowing the slothful wealthy and powerful had to wait alongside the great unwashed. Each day, rain or shine, the line would begin to form starting around four. The gathering of patrons was usually orderly. Most waited quietly in line, though some heated jostling did break out on occasion. After the first, such incident, Portnoy hired four, very fit and very large men, ex-military types, to keep order while everyone waited for the doors to open. Every evening was a packed house, and surprisingly, many more showed up than had reservations. I guess they were hoping beyond hope that there would be a cancellation, or that a member would unexpectedly leave early, thus providing an opening. The Glommers, as Karen called them, were roped off separate from the others. Some of these weren't even members—Uber-Glommers using Karen's vocabulary. Even more surprising, Glommer and Uber-Glommer alike, stayed waiting right up until the club closed in the morning. On opening night, membership to Roman Wilderness stood at around 6000. By the end of the third month it was just under 40,000, and climbing. We had to stop taking applications at 50,000 members. Any more, and it would be too many people for too little club space even with the reservation system. At a thousand dollars a member, it was hefty sum of money to be sure, and unlike the gate receipts, which were subject to state and local taxes, the membership fees were deposited in an overseas account in the Caymans, sheltering it from any tax liability. Every week, gate receipts from the first two nights more than paid for the weekly overhead. Most of these costs went to cleaning the satin coverings and pillows in the main pleasure grotto, paying security, and paying a small team of techies for maintaining our web site, and another team for camera work—I'll get into that shortly. Overhead charges could have been less, but I wanted to provide libations for the members—a fairly inexpensive champagne, Bollinger Brut Special Cuvee, as well as a nice little Merlot and Riesling from Napa. No beer or harder alcohol was provided, and members were frowned upon bringing their own. Portnoy was worried about needing a license, but since everyone was an adult, and we were providing it free, there were no state or federal, bureaucratic entanglements. The wine was served by the slaves, Roman style, in metal goblets, and usually when the members were gathering in the main grotto after the doors were opened. Once everyone was in frenzy, there was very little drinking done—which cut down on costs. Membership and gate receipts aside, the real moneymaker was my idea, and the reason for the wide screen TVs—an adult, amateur web site. On any given night we had 700 willing participants, more than eager to be filmed. Husbands and wives, first-timers or experienced swingers, everyone eventually made it in front of the camera, and no one cared. And why should they? We live in the age of rampant sexual lasciviousness, and our cultural excesses showed no signs of slacking. Porn was mainstream now, and everyone wanted to star in their own movie at least once. Couples, married or otherwise, were already filming their bedroom antics with their phones and digital cameras, and dropping them on the internet or even putting them on their Freakbook page for all to see. Who cared anymore if someone you knew watched as you knelt in the middle of a bukkake circle jerk? If the moral busybodies and societal prudes weren't hypocritically doing it themselves while condemning it in others, they were longing to do it just the same. All anyone needed was the right incentive to become their very own porn star. The club and web site provided just such incentives. I hired five, semi-professional camera operators who were good at shooting porn on the go with a shoulder mount, and told them to film anything and everything they see. Besides a remote feed from the cameras to the numerous wide screens all over the club, the first weeks shooting became seed videos for our pay-per-view subscription site. New videos were added every week, subdividing them all into over fifty different categories of filth. Anything and everything was offered for any fetish imaginable—excluding scat and snuff, of course—and all for the reasonable fee of twelve dollars a month. Yeah, we undercut our competitors a little, which pissed them off to no end. Besides shooting the various activities in the main pleasure grotto, we would peel off a few of the more sultry and eye-appealing members that night for a special shoot. These went out on live feed all over the world. Eventually, we converted one of the back chambers into a mini-soundstage, and made a small production out of these special shoots, complete with direction, simple plots, and a few lines of dialogue for some of the members who could act. Jackie had a particular knack for spotting talent, and would pull them aside to shoot her own, special, high definition videos. It wasn't long before a Jackie O'Bannon production became a by-word to everyone, inside and out of the industry, for the sleaziest, raunchiest, most deviant true amateur adult, pay-per-view porn this side of Bangkok. Jackie had finally found her niche. We set up her material on its own, and charged triple our normal membership for just her HD's alone. We figured her material increased our pay-per-view membership by twenty percent. The web site took off better than I could ever dream. By the sixth month, subscribers numbered in the tens of millions, and all the proceeds were funneled into our Cayman accounts. When word reached us that swingers clubs and private parties all over the world exclusively showed our live feeds during their own festivities, we knew the popularity of our web site was unsurpassed. About a month into our newfound popularity, I had Portnoy begin setting up satellite clubs in most major cities worldwide. They were all connected via closed-circuit, digital video to our main club. Consequently, Karen and I, and our powers of persuasion, were with everyone. As such, all members from Paris to La Paz, Bangor to Beijing, fell under our complete control. As it turned out, the same effect occurred for those just using the pay-per-view sites, and was one of the reasons how our popularity increased at such an astronomical rate. One visit to a club as a guest, or one viewing of our web-site, was all it took for the unsuspecting to become hooked for life. All of this increased our membership rolls and subscription services a hundred-thousand fold, and the money continued to roll into our Cayman accounts faster than we could possibly spend given several life-times. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that if and when I'm gone, Karen, Gloria, and Denise would never want for anything. The only real annoyance—and it was just an annoyance—from our increased popularity was the increased scrutiny from 'normal' society. As our fame grew, so did our exposure to the more pious in society, and many of those took immediate and great offence at our existence. It didn't help our anonymity that Karen and I did more than a few interviews with various magazines and newspapers, promoting the club and outlining our philosophy and opinion of changing culture mores. The ones we did for Maxim and Newsweek were real plums, and fomented us as leaders of a new, cultural vanguard. Now, an evening doesn't go by without the presence of more than a few protestors. There isn't much the societal scolds can do about us. They tried to pressure legislators to pass laws to shut us down, but since many of the state and city politicians were members of the club, nothing came of it. And none of them had the courage to confront us physically through violence or other acts of righteous terrorism. Mostly, they're relegated to standing across the street, holding signs, assaulting us verbally with empty and anonymous threats, and wailing in frustration like so many weak and impotent bullies, hoping we'll go away on our own. Not a chance. I'm having too much fun, and getting filthy rich in the process. Lastly, two things of minor note. After considerable whining and pleading from the women, I adopted Tiberius, second Emperor of Rome, as my club name. He wasn't as wickedly malevolent as some of the others, and certainly not filled with too much Roman virtue like Augustus or Aurelius. Plus, being the true patriarch to the era of Roman decadence to come, I thought it fitting. With that, Karen became my Vipsania, first wife of Tiberius, and the one he most deeply loved and cherished. When I first saw a bust of her on the internet, I was floored. Even though the tip of the nose was broken from the sculpture, I could see that Vipsania's likeness was the near spitting image of Karen—truly uncanny. Oh, and that last item? My cock stopped growing. I figured it stopped right after my last talk with Beetlesmith, when all was revealed. From tip to base, it finally settled down to a meaty, thirteen inches—lucky thirteen. When fully erect, the damn thing was as long and thick as my forearm, from fist to elbow. Maybe it was from not using the elixir, or maybe it was Asmodeus taking pity on me. Whatever the reason, I was happy it stopped growing—and so were the others, as their cunts dripped profusely every time they begged me to slide it through their primed and needy assholes. Heady days of Rome, indeed. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The limo was an exquisite ride, though a bit of an extravagance. Normally, I would drive us all to the club in my Range Rover, but tonight was special. Tonight was demanding indulgence and spectacle. Tonight was the first anniversary of opening night at Roman Wilderness. For the past month, all the woman had a hand in planning what would be a gala extravaganza. Attendance was restricted. Only the crème de la crème of the club's membership from around the globe received an invitation. Karen and Denise sat across from Gloria and me in the limo. All three deeply inhaled the heavy scent of newly polished leather, and sighed. Decadence, along with newfound fortunes, has its rewards. I told the driver to take it slow as we exited the expressway into the city. I wanted us to arrive fashionable late. Plus, I wanted to enjoy the complimentary twelve year old Macallan for as long as possible. The four of us were all dressed in typical Roman fashion of the club, a short, white tunic with a purple sash, covered by a more expansive purple wrap of the toga. Gloria was the exception. She wore a purple tunic and sash along with the colored toga—or stola as is the case for women. We kept the dress fairly simple for the members, although there was a hierarchy to it all. Everyone in the club wore a short tunic—all white. The more powerful or well-healed members could pay for the privilege and prestige of an additional white toga, as a cover for the tunic. These were also white. If you were part of the upper echelon of the club, the white tunic had a colored sash. The togas of the upper echelon are also colored, which also separated us from the other members. Tonight, we all wore purple. The presence of a colored sash was a signal to the other members that permission needed to be asked for, and granted, by the wearer, before engaging in any sexual activity. As such, a male member couldn't just pull Denise or Jackie off the dais and start skull fucking them like he could any other member. If one of my ladies wanted to totally disrobe, she wore the sash around the waist so no 'accidents' would occur, and accidents came fast and furious early on in the club's history, before the system was implemented. Punishment for taking liberties with one of my entourage without permission was total banishment from the club. Gloria, because her whole tunic was colored, was totally off limits to the other male members of Roman Wilderness. No exceptions. The continuality of the act, using Beetlesmith's words as it relates to her virginity, needed to stay intact. I was the only male allowed to have any type of sexual contact with her. She could, of course, take a female lover, but Gloria is even more hetero than Jackie. So, more times than not, she needs my undivided attentions, which, most times, were extremely divided. As a consequence, and as I predicted so long ago, her 'monogamy' to me was causing her problems, and she increasing sought refuge in the Caligula Grotto to dispel those...difficulties. As I sipped at my drink, enjoying the ride, I felt Gloria's hand squeeze my thigh. I was going to take it into mine, but I felt her finger languidly tracing the outline of my flaccid cock through my tunic. She did all this as she stared blankly outside her window at the passing city scenes. I looked over at Karen and Denise, who stared with reserved amusement at Gloria's playful fingers. They just smiled at me and shrugged their shoulders. We were all getting used to Gloria's, sometime detached behavior, and without further comment we went back to our scotch. After a while, Karen asked, "How should we start things tonight, my love?" "Same as we've been doing, slow and steady. Let's not push too hard right off, but we should see to it everyone enters, 'Anything Goes,' territory rather quickly." Saying as she cocked an eyebrow, "Anything goes?" I knew what she meant with that whimsical brow. "Yes, my love. You've earned it." She smiled at Denise and they kissed briefly before Karen began humming to herself. I love it that I can make them wet with such little effort. As we turned onto the street for the club, I heard the driver say with some alarm, and slowing the limo, "Sir, we may have some trouble ahead." Looking past the driver, I saw two large crowds gathered on either side of the street. The crowds on our right were the members waiting to enter the club. The crowd on our left was less organized, consisting of the usual assortment of social busybodies, protesting clergy, and third wave feminists, as well as their meddling congregations and adherents. All complete with painted signs and loud, verbal scorn. In days past, they'd be spitting their derision at each other, and leaving most of us alone. Now, with Roman Wilderness as their common enemy, they've became strange, protesting bedfellows—the enemy of my enemy is my friend, as the Arabs say. "It's nothing," I assured the driver, "We see this every night. Just pull up in front of that red pylon on the right." "It's like the opening scenes of Two-Thousand and One," I said to the others. "All that's needed is a watering hole and a jaw bone of an ass to beat the other tribe with. Speaking of ass, look who's here, the good Reverend himself is even attending." Karen put on her Medusa face and began swearing when she heard the news, "Goddamned, weasel-dicked cocksucker and his brain-dead mob. Doesn't that goat humping fuck face have anything better to do than make an asshole out of himself?" "Other than fucking goats, I'd say he's good at pissing you off." "Funny," she said, sarcastically. "Can't you do something about this?" "What's to do? It's a free country. As long as he and his hoary horde stay on their side of the street, nothing can be done." Members were already filing into the club as our limo pulled up. I first spotted the two security guards dressed in tuxedos, flanking either side of the entrance. There would be two more inside. Once most of the guests had entered, they'd mainly watch the emergency exits. "Oh, there's Darcy and Gabby," Karen noted. They were in full Roman regalia talking with the waiting members in turn. Darcy was carrying a PalmPilot and checking for each member's reservation. If someone was in line but not on her list, Gabby would pull them aside and have them wait with the other Glommers. The great thing about Gabby, although she barely topped five foot two, no one would fuck with her. Especially after hearing her rain the vilest expletives down on their heads, all shrouded in that husky, whiskey voice of hers. 'Peckerwood' and 'fuck-stick' were commonly heard above the din of the waiting throng, as she yanked another Glommer out of line. Heady days of Rome? Well, at least the heady days of West Virginia hill folk when it came to Gabby. Sure enough, I saw Gabby crook a finger at a couple, and then pull them out of line to stand with the other uninvited. These Glommers were easy to spot. They weren't even wearing a toga or a tunic. "Glommers or Uber-Glommers?" Denise asked, rhetorically. "Uber. Definitely Uber," Karen answered, shaking her head. "Could the morons at least make an attempt to show up in costume?" There was a sudden influx of noise that invaded the interior of the car as the driver opened the door to get out. The protestors across the street were in full derision and high dungeon, producing an unceasing mingled roar of verbal fire and brimstone. "Just ignore them," I reminded everyone. When the driver opened our door, I stepped out and into a roar of cheers and acclaim erupting from our side. Shouts of, "Tiberius! Tiberius!" from the waiting members echoed off the buildings and pavement, drowning out the frustrated protestors from my ears. When I offered my hand to Karen, the crowd erupted still louder as she exited the limo. "It never fails to inspire, doesn't it, my love?" she said, close to my ear. I kissed her a reply, as the continual roar became near deafening, and they continued to chant, "Tiberius! Vipsania!" as the four of us made our way to the entrance. Calls from the left of me, "Tiberius, hear us, hear us! Pick us," I ignored. They were the last pleas for mercy by the uninvited, attempting one last time to worm their way inside. As we entered, two slaves worked the counter of the greeting area, taking the members credit cards for payment in turn. Two slaves worked the hatcheck, taking coats, wallets, or small purses with credit cards and other valuables from the members. The slaves would relay a check number to the member, and it was up to the client to remember their number. We found out this system was better than handing out a numbered slip. I recognized one of the hatcheck slaves. She was coming to the end of her tenure, and had an inexhaustible love for double teaming. Karen and I had played with her quite often. "Are things running smoothly, Turtledove?" I asked her. Turtledove wasn't her real name, of course. Each time a slave entered into a contract with the club, they were given a new identity by Karen and Denise. After twelve months and 600 odd slaves passing through our doors, it was becoming hard for the two women to come up with anything original, let alone Roman. "Oh yes, very smooth, Dominus. There's high excitement tonight." Turning to the other slave checking coats, I commented, "I can't seem to recall who you are." "This is Anonna," Karen answered. I smiled at her, and then asked, "Anonna, such a lovely name for a lovely girl. How long have you been in my service?" "Just over two weeks, Dominus." "Two weeks? Then why haven't I seen you?" Glo

ria giggled an answer, "Denise has been hording this one for herself." Denise turned a brilliant red, and said to Gloria in a harsh whisper, "Snitch." I laughed. "Well, that's all right then. We all have our weaknesses. But perhaps you shouldn't be so greedy. Share her with us sometimes." "Yes Dominus," Denise said with down-cast eyes. I took another look around at the entrance hall before leading everyone into the club. Members were filing by in an orderly fashion, making sure to introduce themselves to me and Karen before entering the main grotto, which, after minimal debate, was renamed the, 'Tiberius Grotto.' A decorative, gold leaf sign bearing my name hung above the wide entrance. Also on the walls of the entrance hall, and prominently displayed as a warning to all, were the pictures of twenty, or so, ex-members, and details of their crimes. Most of these were ones who tried to take liberties with my entourage without permission. However, seven of them did the unpardonable acts of attempting to bring in underage children, trying to deal drugs, or just coming to the club in possession of drugs. Although libertarian on drug issues myself, I didn't need to give the authorities an excuse to exercise warrants. In any event, pederasts and druggies alike were banished without hesitation. As we entered the grotto, a loud din from the gathering members filled the great hall. Most were standing in small groups and conversing as they waited patiently for the events to begin. Numerous slaves shuffled about with trays laden with goblets of wine for the assembling throng. As always, when Karen and I entered the main grotto, the last movement of Beethoven's fourth piano concerto was played as a signal of our arrival. It was ritual that Portnoy began, and although clashing with the Roman atmosphere of the club, the music was still apropos. Everyone stopped what they were doing when they heard the music. Members and slaves alike, turned in our direction and presented themselves with a short bow. A tip of the head and a raised arm from us allowed everyone to resume what they had been doing. With the perfunctory greetings concluded, Denise and Gloria peeled away and walked ahead of Karen and me toward the dais. It was then I spotted a new slave standing with a tray full of filled goblets and looking around as if unsure of what to do. She was a cute young thing with large heavy breasts and wide hips. Her face was round and cherub-like, and perfectly framed by a short, brunette mane. She froze like a statue when she saw me approach her. "You're new," I said to her. She stood silently, doe-eyed and stiff. At least she didn't faint. "Tell the Emperor your name, dear," Karen prodded, as she took a goblet from her tray. "Slut, Dominus," she answered. Then pushing the tray closer to me, she asked, "Wine?" As I took an offered goblet, Karen explained, "Over my objections, Denise engaged her services earlier this afternoon. I think she's too chunky to be a Wilderness slave. Don't you?" Karen's words nearly shattered the poor thing, as she turned her tear-filled eyes downward, and shivered uncontrollably where she stood. Placing a gentle finger under her chin, I lifted her face to meet mine. Then staring her in the eyes, I said, earnestly, "On the contrary, I think she's perfect." She heaved a great sigh and beamed a great smile, and then turned beet red from my gaze. "Such a way you have with the young ones," Karen noted. Then touching the young slave on the shoulder, said, "Forgive my harsh words, Slut. Besides all my best efforts, it would seem Tiberius has taken a liking to you. Maybe you should attend to us this evening. Stand at the base of the dais and be ready to fetch wine and other things for us when we call. Can you do that?" "Oh yes, Domina! Thank you!" "Now, finish handing out wine to our guests, and then make your presence seen at the dais." "Of course, Domina." "I knew she would catch your eye," Karen said, as the slave scampered off. "You know me too well." Karen and I climbed the steps of the dais to our 'thrones.' As we settled into our chairs with Gloria flanking my left and Denise on Karen's right, I'd always take this moment to scan the great hall and look over my domain. That same feeling washes over me. The one I had at the dinner party when I first took the elixir, when I felt like an Emperor having absolute dominion over all. Except now, it wasn't a feeling. It was reality. I had become that personification of absolute power, and I've learned to exercise that power with impunity. Besides the members and the slaves, the cameramen I'd hired were also milling around the main grotto, checking equipment, filming some of the members as they conversed and drank. Their images were transmitted to the wide screens that lined the great hall. In the center, supported above from the ceiling was a moderately-sized Jumbotron having screens on all its sides. The live feeds were always projected on the big screen. More than a few members were already engaged in heated encounters, and their antics were being projected on the wide-screens for everyone to watch. Images of one enterprising young lad with his face buried between a mature woman's buttocks as she sipped from a goblet. An older gentleman, probably her husband, walked up and offered her his cock to play with. She stroked it lovingly as they kissed. Images of a black couple and a paler friend made their way to a wide-screen. She was being spit roasted between the two. A slave stood above her with a towel at the ready. Sure enough, their paler friend pulled out of her mouth and jerk a heavy load across her beautiful face. The slave was quick to wipe her off with the towel. Still other images of three couples in a daisy chain, alternately arraigned—boy, girl, boy, girl—each with their faces buried deep between the others legs. There were many Doms—male and female—leading their submissives—male and female—around on leashes. It was rare that the disciplinarians would make themselves noticed so early in the evening. I watched one particular well-formed sub being led on a leash toward a man seated on one of the low platforms Karen insisted upon. Her ass, which wiggled seductively as she crawled, was a breathtaking sight. The seated man flipped his tunic up exposing his rock-hard cock to the sub. Once she was in front of him, all I could see was her head bobbing up and done into the man's lap. Her Dom lovingly petted her hair, as he and the seated man talked. Karen also noted the early encounters, and commented, "The fire won't need much kindling tonight." "Well, it is special. Let's push enough to send it into the stratosphere, but nothing more." "Controlled anarchy?" she said with suspicion, and a slight smile. "Indeed. More Eyes Wide Shut, and less Clockwork Orange. I don't want another dungeon incident." "Why is Kubrick on your brain lately?" "He just is." "Well, more Spartacus, and less Full Metal Jacket from you," she said as a counter. Then thinking for a moment, she cocked her eyes up and to the right in that fetching way I love, and began talking in a horrid Asian accent, "On the other hand. Me so horny. Me love you long time. Me fucky, fucky long time." Finishing with a smile, she added, "Maybe just a touch of Full Metal Jacket, after all." "Touché, my love." "We're still on course for anything goes, however. Correct? Anything goes?" "You are such a slut, my love." "Anything for you, my love" she said, and smiled. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Portnoy climbing the dais steps, and said in hushed tones to no one in particular, "Fuck. Here he comes." Even after all Portnoy had done for us, building the club, soliciting the clients, as well as making us wealthy beyond the dreams of avarice, Karen still didn't trust him. She viewed any interaction with him with displeasure, and when she couldn't avoided the man, she took great pride ridiculing him to his face. As he came into earshot, Karen did her usual, crass greeting, "Poindexter. How are things? Still stiff, hard, and unrelieved?" He ignored the insult, and answered, "Very well Domina. Things are always well when I'm in your service." I asked him, "Where do we stand on attendance, Rodney?" "Nearly to the five-fifty. I'd say another twenty minutes," then handing me a stack of papers he was carrying, said, "Invoices and balance sheets that need your perusal and your signature, Dominus." "Does it have to be now?" I commented with annoyance. "Forgive me Dominus, but this is about the only time I get to see you. You're rarely here after closing." "You know you can drop by my home at any time. You're practically family. We can settle the accounts there." "I wouldn't think of disturbing you and Domina in your leisure." Karen suddenly jumped into the conversation, "Besides, you probably have more important things to attend to on your off times, like frequenting city playgrounds and molesting little girls. Or is it little boys?" "Vipsania, behave," I chided her, as I looked over the papers. Ignoring me, Karen continued her torments, "Really Portnoy, what do you do for fun...for release, after standing around all night with that hideous woody you never attend to?" Portnoy answered, oily, "My supreme pleasure comes from attending to your needs, Domina. It is more than enough reward." Karen was about to make another snide comment, but I cut her off, "Enough!" As I continued looking over the ledgers of our operating expenses, Portnoy commented, "Oh before I forget, the President of France sent you and Domina those gifts you requested. They just arrived this morning." "Gifts?" "Yes, the Pissarro and Gauguin you had your eyes on." Several months ago, I took the ladies on a two week vacation to Monaco. It was our only break from the club for the past year. Toward the end, we spent some time in Paris, and visited the Louvre. It was there that Karen fell in love with the paintings. The President is a club member, and I happened to tell him about Karen's affection for the art when he last visited the States. "How did he get the Louvre to part with them?" I ask with astonishment. Portnoy shrugged his shoulders. "I guess when one is president you can accomplish the impossible." "I'll have to thank him personally." "He'll be visiting the States for a week next month and asks if you'll reserve space at the club for him and his entourage during his visit." "Done!" Turning to Karen, I asked, "Did you hear?" "Yes!" she said, her eyes alight. "A magnificent gift." I smiled, and added, "A magnificent *anniversary* gift to you, my love." She stared at me, dumbfounded before tears streamed down her cheeks. Then she grabbed my head, kissing me hard and long in thanks. It does my heart good seeing her happy. I went back to the ledgers as Karen heaved a contented sigh, and began whispering to Denise about the gifts. When I got to the last page showing the month's net balance, I just about choked. Looking up at Portnoy, I asked with even more astonishment than before, "Are these figures correct?" I showed the bottom line to Karen, making her still watery eyes go large as she mouthed a silent, 'Wow!' "Net profits from the previous month. Yes, Dominus. Most from our pay-per-view ventures." "My God, how many subscribers do we have now?" "As of last week, well over half a billion." "And how many villas in France will your fifteen percent buy?" He smiled at first, then said, "I told you the club was an exceptional investment, Dominus" I quickly signed where I needed to and handed back the papers, saying, "I'll transfer your commission into your accounts the first chance I get. Thank you, Rodney." Portnoy bowed, and said as he walked down the dais stairs, "I'll see where we stand on attendance." As Portnoy climbed down, Jackie climbed up—ships that pass. Besides becoming one of the better producers of amateur pornography, Jackie was also the club's demented, Mistress of Ceremonies. She was beautiful as ever. Disregarding the traditional tunic, she wore only an ankle-length, sheer skirt, a thong underneath, and a colored sash draped around her waist signifying she was upper echelon. Brazenly, she wore no top, allowing her large breasts to stand out firm and proud—firm like ripe fruit, and just as succulent. Jackie being Jackie, however, couldn't help doing something completely off-the-wall and silly, as she also wore a hideous orange wig, similar to that sported by Cassius, the orator of the Colosseum, from the movie Gladiator. As she knelt at my feet, Karen remarked, "Jackie, would you please take off that ridiculous wig." "No. Everybody expects me to wear it as Mistress of Ceremonies. Especially tonight." Seeing the glare Karen continued to shoot at her, Jackie pulled the wig off, and sighed an exasperated, "Oh, all right." Then turning to me, she asked, "Will...I mean Tiberius, do you remember Lydia?" "Of course. How could I forget?" Lydia was one of our special members. She was a big girl with long, straight blonde hair, round face, big blue, pining eyes with long black lashes, and very heavy breasts to match her smooth, protruding belly. She wasn't what I would consider morbidly obese, but she did fall well into big, beautiful woman territory. Her weight could have been a problem with some of the more stuck-up members, and they could have made life at the club difficult for her, except for the fact that she had a particular insatiable appetite for cock. Any cock. Any size, any shape, any color, anywhere. She was always hungry, and always very good. It goes without saying that given her talents, her dance card was always filled, preferring to take on the men two at a time—one from the front and one behind. One member made the mistake of calling her ménage a, 'true spit roasting pig roast,' in my presence. I was so incensed by her cunty attitude, I lost control of myself and fried her brain. I felt a little bad about it afterwards, seeing that she needed to be committed to a sanitarium not long after. I hear her prospects at getting better are diminishing, as she continues babbling nonsense to this day. On the plus side, however, I still use her as an example for the other holier-than-thou cunts and pricks, to keep their insipid thoughts to themselves, and their pious mouths shut. Well enough of that, and back to Lydia. How good was she at cocksucking? She nearly swallowed me without choking. It hasn't been all peaches and cream for me. Ever since my cock inflated to its present size, I finally had to give up on those sloppy blowjobs I loved so much. The ones where the woman seats your hard cock deep in her throat as copious amounts of her drool slather it thickly, and drip off it profusely. Yep, those went bye-bye until Lydia. She didn't quite get me all the way in, but she got me in enough to where I felt it was close to the old days with Karen again. Jackie put a hand on my knee, "I wonder if you could do me a favor? I've been thinking of showcasing Lydia's special talents with one of my special productions since we don't have enough BBW stuff on the web-site. Lydia is really jazzed to do it, and we thought it would be extra special if you leant us your...special services for a while." She said that last part while gently palming my cock though my tunic, and almost making it stand at attention. How could I refuse after that? "Sure. Just get with me when you're ready, but not too soon." "Great! I'll go tell her," Jackie said as she bounded back down the stairs, and all while putting her wig back on over Karen's continual, shouted objections. "Another special production?" Karen asked dryly as she continued to watch Jackie walk away. "She likes me." Karen thought for a moment, and then asked, "May I be in a special production of my own? I would like you to attend, but not participate." She had that look on her face, the one that, so long ago, inflamed and chained my desires to her. I smiled back, saying, "Anything goes, my love." With a satisfied smile donning her lips, Karen was about to sit back in her chair when she caught sight of the slave we met earlier, standing at the bottom of the dais. "Slut," she yelled, "Come here!" As the slave reached the top of the dais, she asked, "Yes Domina?" Handing her an empty goblet, Karen commanded, "More wine. Make it the Bollinger. My love? More wine?" "The red, please, Slut." Karen continued to ask around, "Gloria?" "The Bollinger sounds yummy." "Denise?" Denise asked the slave, "Is there a white other than the Bollinger?" "I think so, Domina." "I'll have that." "Off with you, Slut," Karen said to her with a backhanded wave, and then she went back to scanning the comings and goings of the grotto. Ah, it's grand being Emperor and his entourage. I casually mentioned, "I haven't seen the Grants. I've seen the other regulars, but not them." "They're here, I saw Lisa with Barbara earlier," Karen answered. "Still hanging with Barbara? Are they still fucking their daughter?" Karen smiled, then said, "Not so much since we made them members. Lisa and Darcy usually hang together once things start going." "Ah, they must still be on that quest for the perfect load, in both texture and taste." "And that's all they really do. Suck, swap, and swallow. I think it's weird." "Meh, everyone needs a hobby." The slave was back in short order with our wine. "Will there be anything else, Domina?" "No, Slut. Just remain at hand if I need you." As the slave went back to her place at the bottom of the dais, Karen continued scanning across the grotto. Searching for someone in particular, her noggin swiveled about like a dashboard bobblehead in a car careening down a washboard road. Not finding who she sought, she asked, with just a tinge of panic in her voice, "Gloria, are you sure you sent out invitations to the Virgins?" "Yes Domina," Gloria answered as she rolled her eyes. As with BBW Lydia, the Vestal Virgins were also special associates of the club. Back in the days of ancient Rome, the Vestals, usually numbering two, were priestesses of the goddess Vesta, who saw to the good fortunes of Rome. Besides ensuring the continual burning of the sacred fire, the Vestals took an absolute vow of chastity, freeing themselves from any obligations to children, family, or any other mundane, earthly pursuits. Our Vestals were anything but virgins, and it was kind of a twisted joke that only Karen could conjure. They were a pair of very flamboyant transsexuals—real Las Vegas panache—always wearing elaborate headdresses that would make Carmen Miranda blanch—though I will say, always in the style of Rome. Often times, their little outfits consisting of just a bra and small panties, were adorned with peacock or rooster feathers, and it was all loosely covered by a golden robe signifying they were high priestesses of the Vestals. They showed up at the club one day looking for a cheap entrance into the club. Karen took one look at them and made them regulars on the spot—free membership and admission, as well as a monthly stipend. They've been fiddling with some of the male and female members ever since. Given their feminine features, it was easier for the bi-curious husbands to taste the waters of their wild side with their wives, and not feel they're going, 'full tilt boogie,' gay. Although not my kink, I found them quite alluring in an overly painted, coked-up Kathleen Turner meets Jane Lynch, sort of way. They were, indeed, feminine, having all the right curves. It was only if you stared at them long and hard enough did you begin to notice a trace of masculinity in their lovely faces. "Oh, there's Ronda," I heard Karen say, "But I don't see Tiffany." Way in the corner of the grotto I saw her in full priestess regalia, already mingling with two couples. The wives were on their knees passing her cock back and forth between them, while the husbands played with her breasts and kissed at her neck. Tiffany made her appearance a few moments later, walking into the grotto from the back rooms—probably visiting the bathhouses. She wore the golden robe of the Vestal with nothing underneath, along with a gaudy, Roman headdress. Being well-endowed, more so than her partner, she liked to show off her naughty bits, early and often. So if the robe stayed on it would remain open. "There's Tiffany," I said to Karen, pointing her out. "Oh good," Karen said, relieved. I noticed one of security guards from the main entrance making his way to the back in order to cover the emergency exits. It was a sure sign the first 550 members had entered the building. Spotting Portnoy, he gave me the 'thumbs up.' "It's show time," I said, as I took Karen and Gloria by the arm. A recording of trumpeters blared through speakers, as all four of us walked to the edge of the dais. The brief trumpeting was Karen's idea, and signaled to the members to stop any activates they were engaged in, put tunics back on if need be, and turn their attentions toward the dais. Some members were caught in the back of the club, and came scrambling into the grotto quickly finding a place to stand along the perimeter of the throng. When the four of us came into full view of everyone, a chorus of cheers erupted. "Tiberius! Tiberius!" was shouted over and over, producing a near deafening roar as their voices reverberated off the walls. "It never fails to inspire," Karen said, trying to make herself heard above the mingled roar. "Never," I answered, then raised my hands to quiet the crowd. "Good citizens. As your Emperor and host, along with my lovely wife the Empress Vipsania, and my two wards, the Ladies Gloria and Denise, we say welcome to this most auspicious and august occasion of the year; the first anniversary of Roman Wilderness." I waited for the cheering to die down. "Out of all our many tens of thousands of members, you alone have been invited to help in our celebration. For thanks, my entourage and I ask only one thing of you... Let yourselves go. Be unburdened by the world at large. Don't hesitate to taste those forbidden desires that have long been denied you by the prudes of society. If you do this for us, then this will be a night long remembered." I paused briefly to let the laughter, excited babble, and overall tittering and anxious mirth to die down. When all eyes were trained on me once again, I raised my hands, and shouted, "Let the festivities commence!" A loud, collective sigh rose up as everyone lay on the red satin all at once. "Ready my love? Focus on the tunics with just a gentle push." An unusual problem presented itself early on in the days of the club. How to put all the members of the club in frenzy without affecting service personal in the same manner? We had security guards, cameramen, and even slaves, who needed to perform their duties without being in a perpetual sexual fog. Comparable to my first attempt in inducing group psychokinesis, where I focused my mental powers on the guest's wine glasses, Karen and I would focus our powers on the tunics of the members. That's all it would take, at least for me, lude and lascivious thoughts directed at an ordinary tunic. Once done, the whole hall trembled from one loud, protracted moan. For the rest of the evening, I would occasionally feel a soft tingle in my gut, as if a current was moving from me or through me, but that would be all. Karen kissed me on the cheek, and said, "I don't think I've ever felt it this intense with anticipation and pent up erotic tension." "That's why I want a slower, gentler push." Metheny's *Au Lait* softly played over the loud speakers, given the grotto a dream-like, macabre quality of a Poe masquerade. Because of our gently prodding, most of the members fell into a nice languid rhythm, lying on their sides in the traditional sixty-nine position—cunts and cocks, fingers and mouths, all in perpetual motion, while their bodies rested listlessly on the mats. . This was actually one of my favorite parts of any Wilderness get together—the startup—it's what I always imagined it was like in Ancient Rome. And Jackie was right about the tunics. Such a wonderful sight to see all the pretty young maids, or the mature ones for that matter, flip up the tunic of a fine stud, and revealing that thing they most desired. Most times, they'd pause for a moment, running their fingers across his semi-flaccid meat, tickling his balls and making his sack clench. Then, with a brief lick of their lips, they would pull him in deep, sucking gently, but earnestly. Angelic expressions always donned their soft faces with eyes closed, nostrils flared, moist lips ringed tightly about the growing pole. They slide that muscle ever deeper, through their hungry mouths, and down...down...down into their tightening throats. Over and over, they repeated the pattern until it felt ripe in their mouths. Then pulling back to expose the cock to their perusal, the maidens would stare at it, longingly, and admiring their handiwork at making it stiff and slick. Playfully they'd blow on it with cherry red, pursed lips, or nuzzle it with a nose, kiss it and lick it, work their playful mouths down its shaft to finally kiss, lap, and suck at his swelling balls, all while lovingly cradling the hard cock to a cheek. Then up the pole they'd go, gently licking and kissing throughout that sensual traverse. Once at the apex, again, they'd open wide and pull him back in—deep, deeper, deepest—working him in until the cock was fully seated inside. Then, while holding him fully inside their lovely throats, their curious noses would lewdly tickle his balls until his sack wrinkled as it tightened snug against the shaft. It was the same with the men as they serviced the women. With the folds of the women's tunics riding high, exposing their well-formed, and plump globes to my view, the men would sink their faces deep between their thighs and gorge themselves on the musky sweetness of their partner. Seeing the women spread their legs wider, inviting the men deeper, the noses of the men tickling the fare ones' openings as they plied cleaver lips and tongues to their hardened pebbles. Hard hands and fingers running rampant across their buttocks, pulling that dark cleft open so that they can massage that tight ring with a digit or three. Then, at fever pitch, when, at last, she can tease his tightening balls with that playful nose of hers, he'll brand her asshole with his tongue, setting the couple alight. Then, a great heaving of the throng would occur, as pairs moved *en masse* toward dominance, one on top of the other—man on top, or woman, it made no difference. The woman on top I found the most erotic. Most came off their man's slickened cock, and left it unattended as they sat upright while shifting their hips and bottoms about. Back and forth, to and fro, they ground their drenched cunts against the faces of their lovers, forcing his tongue deeper into their holes. The men complied with eager enthusiasm, wrapping their arms around her thighs to hold, grip, fondle, and roughly massage each of her buttocks, helping her to smear their faces with her arousal. Digging their tongues ever deeper into any hole, the men licked, lapped, and sucked her sweet nectar. Then, shifting chaotically between canal and clit, they feverishly worked their wet lips and mouths against all of her damp flesh. Quickly, the final moments arrive where the men's pleasurable toil meets bliss. Pushed into frenzy by their partners, the women utter a great, collective sigh just before they throw their mouths fully onto their partner's waiting cocks, and suck on his quivering meat as if it were their life's essence. "That should be enough pushing, my love," I said to Karen. "Are you sure? I can still feel so much needfulness and want left untapped." "They'll get their on their own. Remember, more Eyes Wide Shut." Sitting back in our chairs relaxed we watch it all with relaxed attention, shifting our views fluidly between the actors themselves to the selected offerings of the cameramen on the wide screens above us. God, the women were hungry. Hungry for bliss, hungry for ecstasy, hungry to show their men how much they desire them, how much they need to taste them, and to pleasure them. Filled with unbridled needful want—to use Karen's term—to show the men they were deserving of that rich, creamy reward. For some, their mouths tightly grip the hard shaft as they suck until their cheeks are fully sunken and hollow. Their painted, ruby lips slowly slide from balls to glans along his slickened shaft. For others, their tongues and lips dance and kiss wildly at the glans, now grown swollen and full—the color purple in full bloom, ripe as a plum with nectar just as sweet and sticky. It flows out as a continual clear trickle. They sip and lap it up with relish. Feminine backs arch as they feel the great tide approach, and a delicate bow is formed, forcing their aching cunts off his face, and high into the air. It drips arousal as it hangs above him, taunting him to chase it ever higher. The men lift their heads to capture her dangling peach by their lips, and once captured, they roughly bite and suck at her little pebble while slipping one, two, or more fingers deep into her dank and drenched canal, or some even deeper into her tightened ring. Suddenly, a great stuttering moan rises from the grotto floor. The grand Sapphic, orgasmic splendor muffled only by the hardened tools still seated deep in their throats. They continue to feverishly work through the great flood, stroking and sucking along the shaft with abandon. The men slow their pace, knowing their partner has achieved Nirvana, and that they would soon be joining them. Then, here and there, some of the head bobbing slows, as the women match their man's languid rhythms. Moments later, the evidence of their partner's orgasm come—pun intended—stark and white, trickling out the corners of their mouths, sticky and thick, flowing down the still hard shaft and over their delicate fingers. Still other women, allowing their inner slut to run rampant, stroke the cock an inch or two from their opened mouths, producing and procuring long, thick jets of semen that plaster them about the face. Hungry slutty tongues swipe at the dripping cum, while their fingers continue to stroke more out of him...and more...and more still. Everyone was in spasm. Everyone was captured wholly within euphoric bliss of the moment. Karen smiled down at what we had wrought, and commented, "God, we are good." Denise asked, "Why always sixty-nine at the start, Tiberius?" "Care to answer her, my love," I said to Karen. "Tiberius and I find it to be the supreme depiction of pleasure without any regard for procreation. More so than butt fucking, I think. Sixty-nine is both giving and receiving pleasure, simultaneously. It's pleasure for pleasure's sake, alone. It's what makes us unique among all the animals of the world." \*\* We had reached free flight free-for-all. The point when the members were left pretty much to their own imaginations and desires. If Karen and I have done it correctly, it will be sublime anarchy for the rest of the evening without the risk of uncontrolled violence. Unlike the slaves, who we demanded to be fit and toned, we rarely discriminated against the physical traits or the sexual preferences of potential members. This made us unique among sex clubs. All were welcome as long as they could pay the annual fee. The super-rich to lower middle class, thin to not too fat, young to not too old, straight or gay, we accepted them all. There were, of course, a healthy smattering of the handsome and ravishing—gorgeous Georges and Janes. They were the jet setters and glitterati from around the world. Ones who would look right at home on any Hollywood sound stage. However, the majority of our members were just common folk like Karen and I. As such, because our members represent a wide and varying cross section of humanity, various subcultures, manifested themselves not long after the club opened. For example, gay members, mostly male, segregated themselves into a little clique of about ten to fifteen individuals, and set up shop in the Domitian Grotto. After a while, however, they requested their own room. I granted them their request, bequeathing a small room in the back that they equipped themselves through their own resources. They called it Pluto's Underground. There were also about six, hard-core dykes who mostly kept to themselves, but they weren't nearly as clandestine nor demanding of their own space as the males were. As a show of equitableness, I asked them if they would like their own room, as well. They politely refused, preferring, I think, to remain connected to the main club in order to pull unwitting wives into their Sapphic web of pleasure. So instead, they took over the Domitian Grotto after the gay males had moved on to more secluded horizons. Although I was accommodating, I really didn't care for the segregation, and told both groups to make an appearance in the Tiberius Grotto now and again, at least at the opening each night. They agreed, and did make their presence known on occasion, but it was mostly done to snag a slave for fun and games back in their lairs once the events had begun. After a while I gave up trying to coax them out, thinking them comparable to the criminal collegiums of ancient Rome, gangs who lived separate from the rest of Roman society, and keeping to their own affairs and counsel. It wasn't long after opening night when some members discovered Abstention Punishment, also known in the old days as the 'Will treatment.' These were individuals who would try the torturous undertaking of going as long as possible without orgasming. Much to my amazement, there were a fair number who relished this particular kink. So much so, we renovated another of the back rooms to accommodate them, lining up about eight bondage tables against the walls to be used as restraint platforms. We eventually named the room after the Emperor Elagabalus, who married Aquilia Severa, a true practicing Vestal Virgin. Both Emperor and wife lived a life of celibacy, up and until Elagabalus' assassination that is. As for our abstainers, slaves were provided to tease the devotees' genitals with ticklers or feathers, heightening the torment. The more limber enthusiasts would be put into ankle-to-wrist restraints; thus, opening themselves fully for any type of sexual teasing and torture. Now that the club had entered free-for-all, these various subcultures began to subdivide from the main gathering. As host, I would visit with all of these different subgroups at some point each evening, extending them my greetings and welcoming possible guests, but for now I sat back and watched sublime anarchy unfolding at my feet. So many interesting pairings are on display tonight. Sitting on one of the low platforms, a young woman is flanked on either side by two men. She has a leg each across their laps as she strokes their cocks, one in each hand. The men kiss, massage and suckle at her breasts in between brief nuzzles and soft kisses to her neck and mouth. Between her legs kneels another woman, who's servicing the dominant one's pussy. One of the men leans back and ejaculates. A powerful spurt arches through the air landing on the woman's thigh. The submissive woman comes off the Dominant long enough to suck the rest of his cum from his cock, before going back to feast on cunt. Her cum-covered lips and chin painting the Dominant's labia white. On one of the monitors, a young couple is fucking doggy. She was truly in heat, wildly gyrating her hips, and rapidly sliding her pussy along his cock. He didn't thrust, letting her do all the work. Only occasionally he'd spank her ass hard, spurring her to fuck him even faster and harder. After one such spank, she slowed her pace. A trickle of wetness runs down her thighs. Turning her head back toward the man, he leans forward, and they passionately kiss as she continues her slow fuck. My eyes shift back to the floor. I spot a mature couple about my age. He's propped up on one of the larger pillows, and she's straddling him in reverse cowgirl. Gripping her hips firmly, he vapidly and ravenously slams his cock up into her pussy. A second man, now standing alongside her, pushes his stiff member deep into her mouth. She sucks on him voraciously until he pulls out

and strokes himself across her flush face. Heavy strands of cum drip off her face and onto her chest, as she sprays a heavy stream of ejaculate forward. My eyes continued to wander around, shifting from the events of the floor to what was highlighted on the monitors, and then back again. I finally sighted them, the twins. They were taking turns passing a sizable cock between them. The twins were a pair of precocious, very beautiful identical twin sisters who went by the club names Lucinda and Lucretia. Why they even bothered with names was a mystery, because no one could tell them apart. To make matters worse, they would always dress the same, use the same makeup and perfume, and wore the same hairstyles—usually one similar to what Miley Cyrus sometimes sported, closely cropped hair on both sides of the head, while allowing the longer hair in the middle to flop over to one side. The only way to tell them apart is that Lucretia wore a small diamond nose stud, whereas Lucinda did not—or maybe it was the other way around. They showed up at the club afterhours one day, seeing if they could work as slaves. I took one look at them and hired them as full-time courtesans of the court, and gave them a monthly stipend. It would be money well spent, for neither had an ounce of sexual inhibition or scruples, and both had the devil's own penchant for mischief. As would be expected of twins, they were inseparable, always playing together with the members they chose. Along with the upper echelon, they could deny sexual services to any other member, picking who they would play with, rather than other way around. If there wasn't a member they wished to play with at any given time, they would just play with each other. I tried to strongly encourage them to live up to the cardinal rule of the club—never denying someone anything—but they were steadfast in their persnicketiness. I never forced the issue. They were too valuable as club courtesans; although at times, their precocious mischievousness was sometimes more trouble than it was worth. The one with the nose stud, Lucretia, was taking the man's cock deep, as her sister intently watched. As soon as Lucretia pulled him out, Lucinda pulled him fully in. Back and forth they'd go, unvarying until the man finally came. They wouldn't share the prize, nor would they allow it to be wasted with garish facials. Whichever twin had him at the time the cock ejaculated, she would swallow him whole, and hold him there until he began to go soft. The cock always came out clean in the end—slickened and soft to be sure, yet clean. Spotting another member to their liking, they quickly scampered off, zeroing in on their next target. I didn't follow their movements, but said to Karen, "The twins are in a lively mood tonight." "Aren't they always? Have you ever played with them?" "No. You?" She shook her head. "I find their overt consanguineous relationship kind of creepy. That's why I don't do much with the Grants." "That's too bad. Lisa and Barbara are quite fun together. The mother-daughter antagonism provides a wonderful spice. I'm sure Lucinda and Lucretia can be just as dynamic, if not more so." Couple after couple were coming again, and even more intense than the first time. Male and female ejaculate was flying everywhere and landing on everything. They were all ramping themselves up on their own, and soon, couples would merge with other couples. Twosomes will become foursomes and more, and then the more exotic, sexual appetites would emerge. I commented with a laugh, "I think we did just right, my love. Though the slaves will have their work cut out for them cleaning up after tonight." "Just right, indeed, look at the big screen," Karen said, breathlessly. The image on the Jumbotron was going out as a line feed to all the subscribers of our website and to our satellite clubs. It was a close-up of a women, beautiful and petite, with strawberry blonde hair. I recognized her as one of the glitterati. The cameraman had set up a little bit behind and to the left of her head. A man, probably a glitterati as well, straddled her in the sixty-nine position. Based on the camera angle, all we could see was her lovely profile, head propped up on a pillow, and the man's smooth ass, shaved perineum, and clean, heavy balls hanging down inches above her nose. She had a hand on each of his thighs, massaging them sweetly as she licked and gently nipped all around his smooth balls with her lips. Her mouth wandered higher, as she laid gentle licks and kisses to his clean perineum, and then it wandered back as she slowly flicked that gentle tongue against his balls again. A hand came off his thigh, and she picked a large drop of his fluid from the tip of his cock with a delicate finger. Bringing to her mouth, she let the drop hang above her slightly parted lips for a moment. As the drop slide off her finger, producing a thin, clear, delicate thread hanging precariously between heaven and...well heaven, she put her finger in her mouth and sucked on it. With her now wetted finger she gently rimmed the man's anus as she licked at his perineum and nipped at his balls once again. Taking her other hand away from his thigh, she began slow stroking his cock as she continued kissing and licking his balls. It wasn't long before his balls went high and tight against his thick shaft. She never change rhythm or tempo, and just let her hands and mouth dance about him unvaryingly, soft and seductive, almost romantically. Another, larger drop of fluid formed. Picking this one off as she continued her slow stroking, she gently slipped that slickened finger deep into his asshole. Almost at the point where her finger was fully seated inside him, I saw his balls tighten again as great jets of cum shot out across her chest and stomach. When he rolled off her, she played with his cum for a bit. Picking some off her, and letting it hang off her fingers as thick strands before sucking it off. The man moved around and buried his face into her pussy, as another man replaced him in the choice spot, straddling her head as well. "That was amazing," I commented with a heavy sigh. "Maybe we should put her on the dole along with the Vestals and the twins. We could use her talents as a regular." I expected at least a small comment from Karen, but when I didn't hear anything, I turned to look at her. She sat trembling, staring intently into the grotto. Her hands tightly gripping the arms of the chair, as small beads of sweat formed on her face and forehead. In days long past, I would have thought she was deep in the throes of the 'elixir shakes.' Bending close, I whispered playfully in her ear, "Frenzy? Already? The evenings only just begun." She ignored my comment for the moment, and screamed, "Slut!" She then commented in a raspy tone, "You do this to me." "I may have pushed a little bit hard in your direction, yes." When the slave arrived, Karen lifted her tunic above her waste, sat on the edge of the throne and jutted her pelvis well forward. In a husky voice of full throated arousal, she commanded, "Eat me, Slut!" As the slave went to work, Karen said to me, "It's not fair you can do this to me, but I can't reciprocate." "All's far in love and orgies. Remember, you threw down the gauntlet tonight. Anything goes. Is it my fault I'm too powerful for you?" Kissing her hand, I added, "Though you have other ways of controlling me. With your smile, your laugh, a gentle kiss, and mostly with that look you sometimes radiate; the one that makes my brain soft and cock hard. The same look I'm seeing on your face now, and turning me into your devoted servant." Leaning over to me, she kissed me hard, and then huffed out, "God, I love you." She went back to staring at something in the grotto as the slave continued to work her tongue into Karen's pussy. I followed her eyes to see what held her in such salaciously, rapt attention. Close to the edge of the cushioned part of the grotto, right before the marble walkway, a very large and fit man was playing with two women. He was one of the muscle-heads—as I call them—well-toned body builder types, with broad muscular shoulders, massive arms and thighs, and washboard abs. The two women, a blonde and brunette, were laying on top of each other, face to face, wildly kissing. He pounded first into one pussy, and then into the other, alternating back and forth between them at regular intervals. The brunette I'd seen before, but the blonde was unknown to me. She looked remarkably like an actress I liked. "Well I'll be damned. Is that Charlize Theron?" I asked Karen. Karen wasn't listening. She wasn't even watching the threesome anymore. She was deep in the outer limits, and had eyes and ears only for Slut. Karen laced her fingers in the slave's hair, pulling the young one's mouth even tighter into her groin. "Look up at me Slut. Eat my cunt and look up at me. Oh yes. Oh, so pretty. You're so pretty...with your big brown eyes...that cute little...nose...and oh so...tender lips. Oh fuck me! Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it...Jesus fuck me twice!" Just before Karen's dam broke, Denise leaned close to her ear, "I told you it wasn't a mistake acquiring her. You owe me big." Karen only produced a deep rumble as thanks, and began curling up into a ball, bringing her legs up and her head down, as multiple, orgasmic waves washed over her. The sloppy, soggy sounds of Karen's ejaculate were loud and prolonged as the slave continued to work deep in Karen's pussy with a ravenous tongue and mouth. Finally, Karen's body relaxed. Tapping the slave on the head, she commanded weakly, "Enough tongue my slutty cunt. Fetch us more wine." Just as she was about to dash off, I said, "Wait. Come here, Slut." "Yes, Dominus," she answered, her face glistening from Karen's heavy arousal. "Just a kiss, my sweet." I tasted her and Karen. Drawing her in, she deepens the kiss. Opening her mouth wide, she sucks in my tongue with a greedy appetite. Her hands fidgeted about, exploring haphazardly across my tunic. When she finally finds my cock, she emits a sharp intake of air, as if pinpricked. Her eyes went wide and I felt her tremble as a large, unexpected wave slammed into her. Breaking off the kiss and taking her hands in mine and off my cock, I say, "Mmm, that's just a taste for now. The rest for later. My wife tastes wonderful on you. I hope to enjoy more of that tonight. Now go fetch wine." She just stood there a moment, wide-eyed and frozen like when we first met. Then snapping out of her trace, said, "Thank you, Dominus," and ran down the dais steps for more wine. Karen kissed my cheek, and reiterated, "You do have a way with the young ones." "Just the young ones? Not the mature maidens as well?" I asked, stroking her cheek lovingly with a finger. "Oh yes, those too. But we hide our desires better." Slut was back in no time with more wine. Karen sipped thoughtfully at her goblet as she went searching for the muscle-head, who was now lost in a sea of flesh. For myself, I went back to perusing the grotto floor for more entertainment. The white hot sexual torch of fathomless desire burned throughout the grotto, now. Members ramping themselves ever higher, exploring their darkest passions ever deeper. Ass fucking, double penetration and mixing things up with the Vestals were becoming more common. Rabid and ravenous gang bands along with bukkake cum baths, where one woman teases a gaggle of men for her perverted pleasures, were also developing across the floor. Such selfish sluts to horde so many cocks for themselves. Still, the women who found themselves temporarily without masculine companionship, found easy refuge indulging in the Sapphic, and if a phallus was desired, there were plenty of dildos and strap-ons to go around. Two such women were on a platform, bumping their behinds into each other as they shared a double-dong. They're heads turned so they could look at the other's face while they slammed their ripe bottoms together, pushing the dildo deeper into each other's cunt. It reminded me of that first night with Karen and Denise alone, and it made me hard. Others without male companionship were daisy chaining in small groups of three and four, eating each other slowly, gently, and oh, so, sweetly in ways only women who love pussy can. Although the all-female group orgies were erotic, I preferred watching mixed couples and groups, and so I continued to scan the grotto floor for fun to my liking. I spotted lovely Sara. Usually after the opening sixty-nine, she was with Jackie, helping to plan and organize the sex games that would continue throughout the evening. For the moment, however, she found another, more pleasurable, distraction. She was ringed in by four men, her husband Rashid was one of them. All had their hard cocks, already well slickened with her saliva, pointed at her face, and she would take brief turns servicing them all with mouth and hands. I could tell she was happy, laughing mirthfully between sucking on all the men, encouraging them to bring out their more rabid, sexual tastes by looking up at each with a sensual, 'come hither and come in my mouth,' look in those velvety, dark eyes or hers. The men eagerly complied. Some held her head steady as they fucked her mouth, pushing themselves deep, and making her drool and gag. Others slid their cocks in alongside their neighbor's, making Sara handle two at the same time. And still others slapped her across the cheek with their cock, or even with a firm hand, before going balls deep. Through it all, I could see Sara mouth, 'More,' to the men, as long strands of saliva dripped from her chin and onto her flushed breasts. When it was time a particular man was about to come, she would stop what she was doing to the others, and turn to directly face him. Then closing her eyes, she'd open her mouth as wide as she could and waited. A great, open-mouth grin would unfold across her face as the man stroked his load onto her tongue, or jet thick, sticky ropes to the back of her throat. If an errant shot landed across her face instead of in her mouth, she would always gently chide him with a, 'bad boy,' slap to his cock, and a, 'Hit the target next time,' joyful squeal. After each was finished in turn, she'd swallow, lick up what leavings donned her lips and chin, kiss the cockhead in thanks, and then go back to sucking off whomever remained. Rashid would always remain with her when the others had left. Then pulling her up, he would kiss her deeply and passionately. Sara would always pass him a snowball left by the last man, which they would savor together. Unlike Sara, some of the other bukkake devotees preferred the full facial, rather than the swallow. I found a mature woman with such tastes, just finishing up her turn. The men still stood around her, with their temporarily deflated cocks still dripping cum. Two other mature ladies were licking and kissing, and scooping up with a finger, a massive amount of cum off her face. "That's going to take some time, even for two," I commented absentmindedly. Karen asked, "What is?" "Oh, a woman has her faced plastered with a heavy coat of male cream, and two of her friends are cleaning her. There's a lot to clean." Looking at her, I added, "Given their fetish, it's funny I never see Darcy or Lisa in the middle of a circle jerk." "I think they just like to taste them one at a time, so they can swap and savor. I still think it's weird." "Meh, everyone needs a hobby." Above the mingled din of the members in various throes of excitement, I could discern Jackie's voice coming from the middle of the grotto. She was clapping her hands for attention, and lining up about ten men along the edge of a platform. Jackie's games always went out on live feed. Presently, the camera is focused on her, as she says, "First game is for the ladies, and this is your big test. Now, I've heard some of you bitches bragging about what kind of cock loving cum sluts you are. Now, we shall see. First one who gets their man off has free admission to the club next time. No hands, and don't swallow ladies. We need to see the evidence smeared on your pretty faces." Jackie directed the women to kneel in front of their partners, as the cameraman pulled back his focus to include the whole group in a single frame. "Hands free blow job to start, again?" I heard Karen ask Denise. "What else. It's a tradition with her. Hands free, always hands free to start. Kind of like you and Tiberius' opening the fun with a sixty-nine." "What other decadence does she have planned tonight?" "She mentioned something about International Women's Day." Karen laughed. "What the hell is that?" Denise shrugged her shoulders, while saying, "She wouldn't say, except it was something she recently saw in a movie." Karen heard the disappointment in her friend's voice, and asked, "I thought you liked hands free? Why aren't you down there showing everyone how it's done?" "Oh, ever since that Carver cunt joined the club, she out sucks me every time. She's broken just about all my records. It isn't fun anymore when you know you're going to lose right out of the gate." Karen looked at her in astonishment. The kind of look you give an old friend who surprises you with an unexpected detail you never knew. She smiled at her, and commented, "Wow, I didn't know you...kept track of those things. It's kind of hot in a dirty, slut girl sort of way." Denise blushed with embarrassment, and said, "Well, I don't keep track, per se. Jackie does. She posts the results of the games on the web-site along with the videos." "Really? Wow, that's new too. I'll have to check the web-site more often." Still trying to console her friend, Karen turned to me. "Tiberius, tell Denise how much you love her sucking your cock." "I don't think Denise needs me to tell her that. She should already know." Denis leaned over Karen, "Oh yes. I think I do. Please Tiberius. Pretty please. Tell me how much you love me." "Denise, not only do I love you deeply, and find you extraordinarily cultured and beautiful, but you are one of the very best cocksuckers I have ever enjoyed. From that first night when it was just the three of us, I knew you were someone special with very special talents." "And the way you eat pussy isn't too shabby either," Karen said softly, as she gave her friend a quick peck on the cheek. Denise smiled and kissed her on the lips as thanks. Denise sat back in her chair with a sanguine look on her face. "Well my souls refreshed," she signed, "Fuck that Carver cunt and her fucking cunty mouth of joy. I have great friends." Denise's serenity wouldn't last long. Loud cheering erupted from where Jackie's game was taking place. On the Jumbotron was a woman's face in close-up. She was smiling broadly for the camera with semen covering her lips and chin. We heard Jackie shouting, "Fifteen seconds! Fifteen fucking seconds! A new Wilderness record! Well done, Jane! Okay guys, it's time to show us what you got. Switch places with your ladies, and start eating pussy. First one to make her squirt gets free admission." "I take it that was the Carver woman," I said to Denise. "I may have to try her myself." Denise didn't answer. She just sat with mouth agape. Finally, she said with barely controlled ire, "That fucking whore. Fucking fifteen seconds. Un-fucking-believable. How can she do that? The best time I ever managed was forty-five, and I was really familiar with his likes. Now you know why I don't bother with the games anymore." Karen was laughing into her hand. "Well, thanks a lot friend," Denise said, irritably, "I'm so glad you find my disappointments funny." "Oh, Denise, that's not why I'm laughing. Haven't you figured it out yet? Well before the game starts, she picks a partner and has him abstain from coming. I've seen her placating the men for an hour sometimes, keeping them from shooting their wad until game time. By the time Jackie says go, all Carver has to do is breathe on the poor shmuck's cockhead. Pop...goes the weasel." Denise stammered, loudly, "That cheating little...goddamn little...fucking little...cocksucking little...fucking cunt!" Gloria was laughing. "What are you going to do Denise? You can't let a cheater steal all your glory." "I don't know yet, but I'll think of something. I'm going to nail that fucking bitch, but good." Gloria smiled and winked at me, before retuning her attention to the happenings in the grotto. So far, she'd been unusually quiet and distant. Her mirthful poking at Denise's ego was a good sign she was coming out of her self-imposed isolation. "I'm glad to see you smile," I said to her. "I was getting worried." She looked up at me thoughtfully, almost reverently. She couldn't hide her love for me anymore. It was plastered across her face every time she looked at me. Karen saw it. Everyone did, actually. Moreover, Gloria knew everyone knew, but she no longer cared, and at times it pissed Karen off a little that Gloria no longer tried to hide it. "How come you're letting Karen run free?" she asked with a tinge of jealousy. "It's a special night, and I thought she deserved to run wild." "She can, but I can't. Why?" "You know why. Mostly because you're special." "Not special enough for your special night, though." "You're special to me, and that's all I need say about it. You know what happened the last time I let you join in." "That wasn't my fault. I was being good. I wasn't fucking anybody, just playing with their dicks. He just came up behind me and tried to stick it in." "I know that. But because you're special, those types of things are bound to happen. So, we have to avoid those situations. We talked about all this when I gave you my chain with those conditions. You didn't have a problem with it then." She sulked back into her chair, and said, frustrated, "It doesn't matter, anyway. Ever since then, no guy wants to even come near me, except for the Doms." "I'm sorry. I'll spend a lot of time with you in your preferred place. I promise. Now give me a smile." She did. "Now a kiss." She did, sweetly, and then turned her attentions back to the orgy. I watched her eyes moving here and there, sifting her attention from one group of partiers to another. She noticed me watching her watching, and smiled. "Yes, Tiberius?" "Why don't you show me some of the things going on that excites you, it would be fun." "You know what I like. Anything and everything with you." "Humor me. Please." She looked around briefly. Finding something, and said, "That looks very hot." She pointed out a threesome, a typical spit roast with the woman in the middle on all fours. The men weren't rough with her, loving actually, as they just slowly slide their well-formed tools in and out of their desired orifice. The woman's body, head to toe, was becoming increasingly flushed with each passing moment. Suddenly, she began to aggressively throw herself forward and back as she neared orgasm. "You like watching the boy, girl, boy threesomes?" "Yes...well, I've never done it. And now I can't do it because I'm so special. I'm curious to know what it's like with two guys." The two men pulled out of her just as they came. Repeated hot shots hit her about her face and quivering ass. Her arousal and ejaculated already dripped onto the satin below. Gloria giggled. "Wow, they had a lot. Messed up her pretty face, and she messed up the sheets." I said, sarcastically, "There's going to be a lot of wet spots when this night is over. I wonder who will have to sleep in it." She laughed, then said, "The man, always the man. It's the price you guys have to pay." Hearing her genuinely laugh made my heart glad. "You know, if we're careful, we could do that. Just as long as our guest takes the front. Would you like that?" "Really? Please? I would like to try at least once." "We'll see. Now find me something else." As she scanned for another threesome, I slipped my hand under her tunic and between her thighs. Without word or comment, she spread her legs wide for me, and continued to look across the grotto. Her pussy was so succulent, and already drenched and dripping with warm arousal. "Ooh, there's something hot," she pointed out, her breath becoming raspy and horse. It was the girl from the Jumbotron, the one who loved nibbling on large, smooth balls. She was still lying on her back, but the pillow was now under her shoulders, allowing her head to loll backwards. A male friend had a hold of her head as he slid his cock deeper into her throat. Another friend held her knees to her chest as he pounded slow, but hard, into her cunt. Through all this, she vigorously massaged her clit. When the man who was sliding his cock deep into her mouth touched his balls to her nose, he held himself there, shifting his hips, and grinding his balls against her face. Gloria emitted a stuttering laugh, and commented, "That's no way to treat a lady, but it does look...fun." "I would love to do that to you." She hitched up her tunic higher. Then hooking her feet around the legs of her throne, shifted her hips forward and spread her thighs wider. "I don't think so," she answered, breathlessly, "Not with your cock. Karen's right, pull some teeth and then maybe." "I don't think it has to come to that. Lydia can almost do it." "Lydia has special talents most of us don't possess." I slipped three fingers into her pussy, curling the up into her G while massaging her wall. "Jackie has a plan for me and Lydia later on. Would you like to come and watch?" In between long protract moans, she stuttered, "Y-Yes." "Find me another hot scene." When her eyes focused on a couple close to the dais, all she said was, "Oh my. That!" It was just a couple this time. The woman was on her knees, head resting on the floor with her fine ass jutted up in the air. She was spreading her ass cheeks with her hands, and her asshole was already well greased and fully gapped. Her lover at the moment was very well endowed, and he teased her with it, rimming her asshole with the cockhead, and running it through her cleft. He spanked her ass a couple of times before plunging full into her—balls deep. Gloria inhaled sharply just before I felt her warm ejaculate wash across my fingers. As I kept massaging her canal, she lifted her ass a little bit off the chair, thrusting her hips forward and back against my fingers. I felt the walls of her cunt grip my fingers as another heavy flow of fluid shot out of her. I kissed her cheek, and said, "That was a hot scene. Those two got you going." "I love it when you take my ass that way. It's worth all the prep time for that salami of yours." She finally sat back down, momentarily sated. Returning my kiss, she said, "Thank you." "No, thank you for being so patient." I brought my drench fingers up, and moistened her lips with her arousal. She licked and sucked on them hungrily until they were clean. "I think I'd like some more Bollinger," and then cried loudly, "Slut!" Johnny on the spot as usual, Slut asked, "Yes Domina?" "Bollinger. Anyone else want more wine? No? Just the Bollinger, then." "Yes Domina." As the slave left, Karen whispered in my ear, "You get her out of her sullen mood?" "Momentarily." She kissed my hand, and said, "Thank you." "No, thank you for being so patient." She didn't let go of my hand, and instead slipped it between her thighs. "I need a fuck, too. Give me your cock!" "So soon? You just had Slut eat you out." "Please! You pushed too hard. Now I'm in fucking heat like a rabid cunt." "Just the way I like you, slutty, pleading, compliant, and appreciative. But it would be bad manners to use my cock when I just used my fingers on Glo. So, to be fair..." Slipping my fingers in as I had with Gloria, I said, "Can't wait to see what that fetid little brain of yours comes up with for Jackie's special production." She just smile as her eyes went sleepy with pleasure. For months now, that's the way it was between Karen and Gloria. What one had, the other wanted, as well—just like a couple of bratty snots fighting over the same toy. At times they would run me ragged. I didn't mind, really. It was pleasurable duty. The only thing that irritated me was their fits of overt cattiness. "I see the Vestals are involved," Karen said, breathlessly. "At least one of them." It was Ronda. She was still in full priestess garb, playing with a mature couple. They were up on one of the monitors. Ronda was in a sixty-nine with the woman, and being fucked wildly from behind by the man. "What I can't figure out is how the Vestals can keep their headdresses on throughout the energetic evenings of ass pounding and sucking." Karen stuttered a reply, "H-Haven't you...e-ever h-heard...o-of h-hat p-pins?" She moaned loudly once while gripping the arms of her throne hard, and then I felt her flood. As she relaxed back into her chair, I asked, "Better?" "Momentarily," she sighed. "As for what my fetid brain is cooking up, anything goes, right?" "You can do the whole club if you like. Line them up and take everyone one, three, or thirty at a time." "I wouldn't want that." Teasing my earlobe with her lips, she said, seductively, "I want to do something so outrageously filthy, though, it compels you to jerk yourself off as you watch." I kissed her, and then said, "My own personal porn star. I can hardly wait." She returned my kiss with a smile, then yelled, "Slut!" "She just got wine for Gloria. You didn't want any." "I didn't want wine then. Now I do." "Poor girl's going to be run ragged." "Yes Domina?" Slut asked, slightly out of breath. "Everyone ready? Good. Wine for everyone." "Of course, Domina." Pharaoh's Dance was being piped in over the speakers. Davis' trumpet, unmistakably aggressive and frenetic, exploded from the speakers at odd intervals; the jazz ensemble well emulating the structured chaos evolving across of the grotto floor. Peak frenzy had been reached by the members, and the anarchic emotions would remain stratospheric for the remainder of the evening. Usually at this time, the women members became the prime motivators in debauchery, picking two or three men to play with. Directing them to fill any hole not yet occupied. Double and triple penetration, and anal became the norms. Lube flowed like a torrent. Other women liked to bait themselves, appearing submissive but always in control. There assholes well-lubed and already gaping, they'd just wait on all fours with their derrieres in the air, inviting anyone passing by to enter, cunt or ass it didn't matter, and if a second filled her mouth, so much the better. They stayed that way for long periods, cum dripped from every hole to be periodically cleaned by another—woman or man. Naturally this was Karen's favorite time of the group session, for she was my own rapacious anal angel and DP diva. "Slut!" she yelled. Even before the slave got to the top of the dais, Karen had jerked up her tunic and sat waiting at the edge of her chair. Leaning all the way back, she brought her knees up to her chest and held them there. The slave didn't have to be told, as she dropped to her knees and dived into Karen's inviting, arousal drenched pussy. Watching Slut attack Karen's vulva with abandon, Denise positioned herself the same way, and snapped her fingers while saying, "I'm next, Slut. Finish her up and give it to me." Gloria couldn't take it anymore, and she too, leaned back, holding her knees to her chest. "Don't forget me, Slut. And be quick about it." I looked at the three of them acting like dogs in heat, and laughed. "Shocking to see such unladylike behavior from my upper echelon. I guess I pushed too hard in all your directions." Karen huffed a laugh. "You love it." As she wrapped her fingers through Slut's hair, she commented, breathlessly, "You know you could fuck us!" "I like watching Slut ply her magic on my wanton sluts. Besides, it isn't time, yet. Have patience." "God, you're such a glorious, magnanimous asshole sometimes...and then there's now." I always liked to do my own abstinence punishment on them whenever I could, denying them my cock for as long as possible. It made our private sessions more fun and ravenous. Slut was extra good, and dispatched each lady in quick order. Face slickened with heavy arousal, and hair disheveled from where the ladies held her tight against their groins, she asked, "More wine, Dominas?" "Yes," Karen answered, "But first, I have to pee." "Me two. Me three," Denise and Gloria said in tandem. They left me alone to watch all the pretty maids of the grotto, old and young alike, make insatiable demands with any passing cock or cunt, and everyone obeyed implicitly. By now, the exotic and unusual had begun to rise to surface of the orgy, and helped along by the Vestals and the twins. The bisexual and bi-curious husbands began making themselves known, spurred on by a loving wife and an eager male friend. There was more aggressive and passive play with Ronda and Tiffany, who were topping as much as bottoming. And a delicate finger or two, probing deeply into a male's netherworld always made for an enjoyably heavy and protracted orgasm. The wine was waiting for my ladies when they returned. On the Jumbotron, going out on live feed, a very mature woman was riding a much younger man in her ass in reverse cowboy. A second younger man filled her other hole, and both pumped her simultaneously. A third, older gentleman, slipped his cock into her waiting mouth. She remained fairly still as the three men fucked all her holes without restraint. "That's what I like about mature women, and men for that matter, they know what they what and take it," I commented to no one in particular. "See the look on her face? She wants it all, cock, cum, and cunt, and she won't stop until she has her fill." Karen said, "Speaking of fill, do you know why I like doubles so much? Look at the group you were just commenting on, and notice the two men fucking her aren't particularly large. They're not small, but they're not that big, either. Just a couple of average Joes. On their own, their size could be a problem for some women when it comes to feeling 'it' while fucking, but that's where doubles come in. With DP, even two smallish men can fill you well, and take you on a ride of your life. Like you said, my love, it's written all over her face. I just think women would be happier if they took it up both holes at the same time every so often." Gloria shook her head, and commented, "Karen, you are a slut. You don't necessarily have to fuck two guys at once. You can get the same feeling with one guy and a dildo, perhaps." Karen ignored Gloria's breaking of Wilderness protocol by using her given name rather than her club name, and instead, targeted Gloria's rank hypocrisy. "Coming from someone who, not moments before, was whining about her inability to take on two gentlemen at once, I'll take your 'slut comment' as a compliment. And yes, I am a slut, as is everyone else in this building. Yourself included. And no, you can't substitute a dildo for the feel of an actual, randy man fucking you with another. Sliding his cock alongside his partner as they both fill you, even a woman with a strap-on doesn't quite make it. But, you wouldn't know that, would you. Dream about it, maybe, but that's all theory for you, isn't it?" Picking up on Karen's mocking tone, Gloria said under her breath, "Whatever, bitch." "What was that sweetheart?" Karen chided. The barbs were out, and both were headed for a real slash and burn confrontation. It would be only a matter of time before one or the other sulked away to a different part of the building. I was about to head the Karen-Gloria train wreck off at the pass, when Denise saved me. "The twins seem to be in fine form tonight," she said with a chuckle, "Look at the third big screen from the right." I chuckled myself when I looked at the screen. The twins were, in a sense, spit roasting an eager young man. Lucinda, or was it Lucretia? Whomever—the one without the nose stud—was wearing a strap-on and fucking a young man with a slow, deliberate glide as he lay on his back. Lucretia was straddling his head while facing her sister. The young man had his arms wrapped around her thighs, and was going to town on her pussy. The sisters leaned in to each other and kissed passionately, while

leaving the man's throbbing cock totally unattended, and dripping. "Wait a minute," Karen began, "I see something better. Look at the 'gi-bo-gee' on the middle platform." Gibogee was Karen's shorthand for a girl-boy-girl threesome. The girls, middle-aged really, had the boy in a shoulder stand, with his back supported against the side of a platform. One of the mature ladies was attacking his cock from below, ravenously sucking on him as she roughly massaged his balls and rubbing his smooth perineum with the flat of her hand, all while she continued to bob her head up and along his thick stick. The real kicker of the entanglement was the other mature, who was kneeling on the platform above, fingering and rimming his asshole. It was the old high-low game, but flipped on its side. I could tell he liked what they were doing, allowing his legs to hang out wide, and opening himself up ever farther to their lascivious attentions. At times I could see his lips move, telling them something sweet and dirty, which impelled them to attach their chosen areas with even greater enthusiasm. Karen spotted someone, and began to laugh. "Oh, oh, here comes Tiffany. This should be fun." Sure enough, Tiffany, the 'larger' of our two Vestals offered the woman rimming the man her cock. The woman took it greedily, sucking and spitting on it until her drool dripped off Tiffany's shaft—and then the exotic and unusual occurred in full bloom. The woman guided Tiffany's dripping cock into the young man's anus. He actually tried to refuse the invasion by attempting to shift his body away, but the two women held him tight while squaring his body so that Tiffany had the perfect angle for her dangle. In a blink, Tiffany was balls deep in his ass, and pumping like a bull. After a few good, long thrusts from Tiffany, the young man gave up his protests. The woman below went back to sucking and stroking his cock, as Tiffany continued her slow, hard pumping. Moments later, the 'butt-fuckees' cock erupted, covering the sucking woman's face in a heavy shower of cream. "And another convert is born," I said laughingly. "Good choice in obtaining the Vestals, my love." "I knew you'd approve." "Okay. Now that's not going to fit," we heard Gloria giggle. "No matter how much she wants it to." "Where?" Karen asked, scanning the events on the grotto floor. "Second wide-screen on the left. Bo-gee-bo at twelve o'clock," Gloria answered, using their shorthand. It was another mature, not as old as the one taking it in all holes, but just as classy. This one had that Helen Miriam air about her—where the older she got, the more elegant and beautiful she became. She was on top, face to face with a well-endowed, younger man. She was doing all the driving, slowly sliding his cock all the way in and out of her ass. By the look of things, he was spreading that delectable asshole wide. She was loving it, too, occasionally clenching her ass cheeks around his sliding cock so that they both could feel maximum pleasure with minimal effort. A second man stood above the two, waiting for her signal. He was equally as endowed as the first man, and maybe more so. She stopped her glide so that the cock inside her barely had its head in her ass. The man standing then proceeded to hunch down, and holding his cock at the base, tried to slip it into the same well-greased hole his friend occupied. "I think you're right, Gloria," Denise said, laughingly with a southern drawl, "It ain't fittin' that it ain't gonna fit. No, it just ain't fittin' atoll." I scoffed, "Oh ye of little faith. These older sluts are the best, so full of spit and vinegar, and having tons of will. Watch, and see she doesn't get what she wants." Sure enough, slowly, yet inexorably, the second man slipped his cock in alongside the other. The woman threw her head back with a large, open-mouth grin when balls met balls, and both sets touched her buttocks. We could even hear her laughter and shrieks of pleasure above the din of the grotto. "Told you," I said, laughingly. Denise answered in an astonished tone, "I would have paid money she couldn't do it." Gloria said with equal amazement, "If you think that was near impossible, you're going to love this. Everybody look at the Jumbotron." Taking a quick look, I said, "Man, we're only an hour and a half into the show, and the 'Fisters' are already coming out." Two cutesy-poo blondes were in the standard, female position for the night—on their hands and knees. Two male companions lie below them in typical sixty-nine position—ladies on top, always a favorite of mine. Each of the men teased at the blondes' pussy with a gentle finger. A third, petite, blonde girl was behind and between the other two. She already had her fingertips of each hand in the other blondes' assholes, and was determined to push each hand all the way in. She directed a bystander to squeeze more lube on her exposed hands and wrists before sliding them a little further in.. Once lubed, the Dominant would halt her advance for a bit, rotate her hands in place, and then cork screw them in a millimeter at a time. After a while of doing this, she'd pull both hands out so that the bystander could squirt still more lube on her fingers, hands, wrists, and arms up to the elbows, as well as into the gaping holes to the other blondes. Then the blonde Dominant would repeat the cork screw process. It was slow going to be sure, but when the Dom got her knuckles past their sphincters, it was all downhill from there. Deeper and deeper she plunged first her hands, then her wrists, and she didn't stop her advance until she slid half of her arm into their assholes. She rotated her arms briefly, allowing more lube to cover parts of her exposed arms, before she began a slow, easy pumping. "What do you think, Vipsania," Gloria chided, "You think they need another throbbing dick in their cunts to feel anything?" Karen glared at her, but Gloria didn't acknowledge Karen's anger, and continued to stare at the monitor with a self-satisfied smile on her face. "Enough you two," I warned. "You're both harshing my mellow." The pussies of the two blondes that were being annually fisted were dripping onto the men below. I could tell by the way their thighs were shivering that it would only be a few moments before they achieved Nirvana. Just as I saw the first trickle of their dams bursting, and covering their male friends faces with their clear, sweet ejaculate, Karen screamed like some teenybopper at a Justin Bieber concert, and nearly blew out my ear drum. "Yeeee-hawww! Dicks in the air and she don't care..." "What the fuck, Karen!" I said loudly while cupping a protecting hand over my ear. Karen broke away from her screaming to say, "Middle platform. Look at Ronda go!" There on center stage, Ronda was in reverse cowboy...girl, whatever...wildly bouncing up and down along a thick cock, and causing her own hard dick to lewdly wave about like Tinkerbell's wand after a four day drunk. When Ronda heard Karen scream, she looked up at the dais and winked. Her partner then took a firm hold of her ass cheeks in the palms of his hands and began ramming his cock up her ass hard and fast, which really set her wand a'wandering. The funniest part of the whole scene was the chubby brunette who was trying to catch Ronda's waggling widget in her mouth. Try as she might, all she caught was air...and the occasional slap across the face by the flailing phallus. Denise broke out laughing. Karen continued screaming. "Yee-Haw Ronda, baby. You ride 'em cowgi..." ...and Gloria? Well, she cut Karen off in mid-scream, "Shit Karen, you're acting like some retarded hillbilly at her first orgy. You might what to dial it down a tad, while there's still be some plaster on the ceilings." "Jesus, lighten up, will you. You've been a fucking buzzkill the whole night." "And you've been an obnoxious slut." Karen smiled at her for a long moment, and then rolled her eyes before saying, "Why don't you have some more wine with your whine." "What are you talking about?! Why?!" Gloria asked loudly, apparently flummoxed by Karen's apparent non sequitur change of subject. "So that it might kill that fucking bug that fucking crawled up your fucking ass." Karen turned her attentions away from Gloria and back to Ronda, leaving Gloria fuming. "I see the brunette finally snagged Ronda's cock," I commented. "This should be interesting," Karen said, as she settled back in her chair, waiting with anticipation for the inevitable Ronda cum-blast. Just then, two men came hurling across the platform, knocking Ronda, the brunette, and several other bystanders onto the floor. The men ignored the curses and loud cries from everyone around them, and continued to wrestle viciously in each other's arms. Karen was livid that they should spoil her entertainment and was about to spit her anger at the two, when she recognized one of the men. It was the muscle-head from before—the one who caught her attention as he fucked the Theron lookalike with a slim brunette. Karen gave me a little smile, and then said, "Well, isn't this a fortunate turn of events. Give them to me." I smiled back, saying, "We'll see." Eventually, the larger of the two gained advantage over the other, and slapped the smaller man with an open hand across the face. He was about to do it again when I yelled, "Enough!" They bolted to their feet. Both looked around and saw the angry faces of the other members staring back at them, and they knew the shit was about to hit the fan. They actually tried to move into the crowd and disappear, but those members closest, ringed them in and prevented them from leaving. Standing at the edge of dais, I looked down at them in anger, "I thought Vipsania and I made the rules perfectly clear to everyone when the club opened. There is no fighting in Roman Wilderness. Explain yourselves." They didn't say a word. Just stood silently like idiots, staring down at their feet. Blood dripped from the nose of the smaller man and disappeared into the red satin below. Now irritated by their tight lips, I said again, but louder, "I said explain yourselves! Who started the fight?!" Again, my words were met with silence. I was about to threaten both with expulsion, when Lucinda and Lucretia come up and stood on either side of the men. I should have known. Whenever there's trouble, the twins weren't far behind. I asked them, "Do you know anything about this?" They giggled maniacally, before saying in perfect unison, "They were fighting over a girl." Then they both slapped at the still hard cocks of the two men, while also saying in perfect unison, "Bad penis. Bad...bad boy." "Jesus, I hate when they do that. It really creeps me out," Karen whispered. I whispered back, "Seriously, it's like watching that scene from The Shining." "Again with the Kubrick?" not waiting for my answer, she continued with a slight British accent, "Hello, Danny. Come play with us. Come play with us, Danny. Forever...and ever...and..." "Oh, shut up!" Shaking my head in disbelief, I said to the two men, "A woman? You fought over a woman? Here? I think that is the most moronic thing I've ever heard. You two dickheads are standing in a sea of dripping cunt, and all you need do to satisfy any desire is crook a finger at any combination you could desire. Yet, you fight over a single woman." The twins slapped at their cocks again. Fortunately, they didn't say anything this time, keeping the creep level to a minimum. "Who is this woman?" I asked. The twins pointed at the Charlize Theron lookalike. Immediately, those closest to her moved away, leaving her standing alone under my irritated gaze. I said to her , "You must be quite the fuck; a true thunder cunt in blonde bangs, to have two men fight over you. Are you such a thing? Are you a true thunder cunt?" Looking down at her feet, she squeaked out, "I-I don't k-know." "Hmm, maybe I should find out for myself, and see what drives two men into such stupidity. I don't recall seeing you before. What's your name?" "Pricilla. Pris." "You will address him as Tiberius or Dominus," the twins said in unison. "Yes Tiberius, Dominus. My name is Pris, Dominus." "Are you here as someone's guest?" She answered meekly, "Yes, I came here with Mark, Dominus." "And who is Mark?" The smaller of the two men that had been fighting stepped forward, and cleared his throat. "I am, Tiberius." "Tell me, is she a thunder cunt, Mark? Does her pussy grab your cock and never let go?" He stared down at the floor for a long moment before answering, "I...ah...I...don't think..." "You don't think? That's obvious. So, by your words I'm guessing you two haven't fucked yet?" The twins pointed at Pris, accusingly, and said in a sing-song kind of way, "She came with the small one, but left him to fuck the big one." I looked back at Pris. "I think I see what's happened. Like a selfish tart you were playing games; promising yourself to one, and then breaking that promise and denying him your pleasures. Did you rub his nose in it, as well, thunder cunt? Did you gin up his desires for you, only to shake your ass in his face as you walked to another?" "No Tiberius, it wasn't like that at all. It was those two...," she said nervously while pointing at the twins. Cutting her off, I yelled, "Enough! You have violated the one inviolable rule of Roman Wilderness, denying someone anything. Let's see how many fuck games you play after your conniving cunt stews a while." Pointing to two male slaves closest to her, I commanded, "Take her to the Domitian Grotto, and put her in the stocks. Make sure you tell Nefertiti and the Sisterhood she's not to be touched." As the slaves led Pris away, I turned to the men, "Now, what should be done with you two? In previous days, fighting was cause for banishment." They both protested loudly, and at once. "I can't let this go unpunished." Karen said close to my ear, "Gladiator contest. Give me the winner." I smiled at her cheekiness. "As if I couldn't guess who will win that contest. Very well, a Gladiator contest, but I will choose the manner of his reward." Raising my arms, I said loudly to the gathering, "My lovely wife, Vipsania, has offered a compromise to banishment. You both will finish your fight in Roman style as Gladiators. Vipsania will then determine the loser's punishment, and I will determine the winner's reward. Clear the floor, and oil the two combatants." When the club first opened, we used to put on Gladiator contests with some of the more muscular and fit members—the muscle-heads. The combatants didn't fight with weapons. It was more in the style of Greco-Roman wrestling; although they could hit each other with an open hand. To make it interesting, the fighters were greased up with a light mineral oil. The winner was often given a choice of a stable—any ten women to do with whatever for the night, which could include the upper echelon except Gloria. The loser was given to the twins, or to the Vestal Virgins, if he performed poorly during the match. The female members certainly loved watching the contests. Seeing two burly men, oiled and wrestling in the nude, each of their slipping and sliding hands grabbing at sensitive areas to get advantage over the other was an intriguing sight for most of them. Unfortunately, we stopped having the contest because they were becoming too violent and rancorous, much to the women's, and especially Karen's, disapproval and disappointment. Given that the big man had more than three inches in height and at least twenty pounds on Mark, the contest would be short. For his part, Mark did make a valiant effort defending himself against a much bigger man. He was wily and much quicker, keeping his distance as best he could so the bigger man couldn't use his weight as an advantage. Mark even got in a couple of good shots to the other man's head with his hands. In the end, the bigger man did a leg sweep, dropping Mark to the floor before he was quickly pinned. As the men fought, I read their minds and emotions to see what their likes, dislikes, and kinks were. Surprisingly, both were very hard-edged heteros, and I thought of a devilishly, agonizing punishment...and reward. Over the past year, I've come to learn there are a fair degree of bisexuality in both men and women members. The ease to which a member would slide into same-sex territory varied considerably between individuals, however. Sometimes it was an expression of the individuals own nature, whereas others would only engage in bisexuality with a mild, mental push. Still others needed far more prodding. Karen and I called the ones that needed a supreme amount of mental prodding, hard-edge heteros, or homos, depending on their natural sexual preferences. It was actually something we didn't like to do, and once we determined their extreme resistance against changing their primary sexual appetites, man or woman, we would leave them alone. As the two men stood before us, still breathing heavily from the contest, I hoped Karen read the same thing in them as I had. I asked her, as a hush fell over the grotto, "Have you decided on a punishment, my love?" "You, the big one, what's your name?" Karen asked in a loud commanding voice. "Connor, Domina." "Connor, very well played. Very well done, indeed. Tiberius will tell you your reward. But first, Mark, just as every completion produces a winner, it also provides a loser. Since you cannot be trusted to maintain peace, and since you refuse to enjoy the bounty of female pleasures immediately before you, we must find other pleasure for your enjoyment. For your insolence in starting a brawl in Tiberius' pleasure grotto, you will banished to the Underground for the evening." She had read them. "Excellent choice, my love." A great roar of laughter at Mark's misfortune rose from all quarters of the grotto. The twins especially mocked him cruelly, pointing and laughing, making gagging sounds as they simulated sucking cock, or loudly yelling and screaming as one bent over while the other grabbed her hips, and simulated fucking her roughly in the ass. The laughter from the other members was pronounced, prolonged, and merciless. Mark, upon hearing his sentence and understanding its implications, yelled, "No!" and tried to run. Before he disappeared into the crowd, two of the stronger club members, as well as Connor, grabbed him and held him in place. Mark protested loudly, causing more laughter to erupt, but Karen ignored it all. She began to say to a male slave, "You, Antonius, go to..." ...but I interrupted, "Maybe you should send a female slave since we want Bradford *and* the slave to come back." "Your right. Slut!" The slave came bounding up the dais stairs. "Yes Domina." "Find Brandford, the leader of the male coliseum. He should be in the Underground. Tell him to come here with a few of his larger friends." As the slave ran off, Mark began protesting again in earnest, "Please Domina, let me take something else as punishment." "No," Karen answered curtly, as she nonchalantly checked her nails "Then please, Domina, not for the whole evening." "No." "Please Domina, I beg you!" "Your only other option is to leave the club and never return." Mark no longer protested, standing rigid and silent with downcast eyes. "That's what I thought," Karen said with a cruel smile. Moments later, Slut came back leading three men. "Ah, Bradford, so good of you to take the time away from all your coming...to come visit us," Karen said in a mirthful voice, "How many of my slaves have you abducted so far for your pleasures?" He didn't answer, and he too, stupidly looked down at the floor like the two combatants. "I thought so. I noticed the flow of wine into the grotto was slackening. No matter. We have another for you, an insolent member needing of correction. How many of the Brotherhood are with you tonight?" "All of them, Domina, as well as a few guests." "Excellent!" Pointing to Mark, she continued, "Take this one for the evening, and for your pleasure. Do with him what you like, within reason, of course. Just make sure all of you have your fill." Bradford smiled. He licked his lips looking Mark up and down, but when he tried to cup Mark's testicles, Mark abruptly twisted his pelvis away from his uninvited hand. "I don't think he likes you, Brad," one of Bradford's companions noted with delight. Bradford grabbed hard under Mark's chin, holding his head still. "Is that right? You don't like me? Speak, slave." Mark remained tightlipped, but gave Karen a pitiful look for mercy. Karen just shook her head at him. Putting his face close to Mark's so that they almost touched, Bradford said, "You'll talk soon enough. A few hours in the Elagabalus Grotto with loosen your tongue. That sweet, succulent mouth of yours will be quivering to talk, then. Aching and begging for it. What do you think, Russell? How will his lips look tightly wrapped around my fat cock?" "About as luscious as his tight asshole wrapped around mine." "Thank you, Domina," Bradford said to Karen with a slight bow. "Oh, and Bradford, release my other slaves. You won't need them now." Karen watched Mark being led away to Pluto's Underground, and then said to me, "And now for the reward." "Ah yes, the reward." I led the four of us down the dais steps to the floor of the grotto. "You know, Connor, I still cannot condone your actions earlier, and although you won the contest, you're still guilty of that insult to my realm. As such, your reward will be mixed blessing, as it will be mixed with a little punishment." Before he could object, I said loudly, "Bring out the table." Yes, it wasn't just *a* table, it was *the* table. A bondage table specifically designed to torment men. Standing about three and a half feet above the floor so that a woman could easily fit underneath, the table top had a large opening cut in the middle so that only a man's cock and balls were exposed to the feminine torture in the compartment below. The man's wrists and ankles were then strapped to the table, and a strap was also secured across his back, immobilizing him. It made the teasing from below even more brutal...and delightful. Naturally, the woman couldn't see the man she was servicing, and the man couldn't see what the woman, or women, were doing to him. All of which added a wonderful spice to the entertainment. The table was actually very popular with some of the ladies, who found the idea of servicing an anonymous cock...anonymously, so to speak...sexually exciting. Upon learning of this particular kink, I had Portnoy construct a series of stalls in the back of the club to be used as glory holes. As a few members went to retrieve the table, Karen said, "You are devilishly clever." "Even more so since you're not doing it alone." Turning to the slave, I said to her, "Slut, go find Domina Jackie, and bring her here." "Jackie?" Karen blurted. I heard the disappointment in her voice, and laughed. "Yes, my love. Anything goes, remember?" Jackie arrived still wearing the orange wig, and asked, playfully, "You rang, Dominus?" "I have a pleasant task for you..." "Oh, does it have to be right now?" she whined, "We're just about to start another game." Gloria asked with a laugh, "What's it going to be this time, Jackie, International Women's Day?" Jackie ran massaging hands down her breasts while saying, "That's for later. Right now it's who can give the best boob job. And I was going to enter." "They're going to have to get by without you," I said. "But...the game. I'm Mistress of..." "Sara can manage it in your absence. This needs your particular, oral attentions." The members returned with the table, and set it down on a part of the padded floor in front of the dais. Pointing at Connor, I said to Jackie, "This is Connor. He's caught the attentions of Vipsania." Jackie looked Connor up and down...and then down again. "My, you're big...all over." Looking at me, she added, "I wonder what caught Kar...Vipsania's attentions first, those bulging biceps or that big, beautiful, bulging cock? You know, your wife is a slut." "Look who's talking, Miss Tit Job," Karen blurted, and then said with annoyance, "And for the last time, take that fucking wig off." I continued, "Connor has won a small contest, and it's up to you and Vipsania to mete out his reward. I want it done the only way you two can, slowly, teasingly, and deliciously. Prolong it as much as you can." As the two crawled under the table I commanded to Slut, "Prepare him for their pleasure." Not really much of a torture, I would agree. In the old days, most of the men here, including myself, would have taken it up the ass with a chainsaw and then said thank you, to be teased in the way my lovelies were about to tease Connor. Still, it had been a while since he had sex, so his cock was already straining to its limits and dripping. The longer my sluts took, the worse it would be for him. Excited murmurs filled the grotto as everyone stood around the table, waiting and watching, as Slut strap Connor to the bench. Everyone except Gloria, who softy said into my ear, "I'll be with Caligula, waiting while the Imperial slut has her fun." Those same storms, hurricanes Karen and Gloria, were still brewing, and had been for months—their petty little jealousies always rearing their ugly little heads at the wrong moments. Both vying for my attention, and if either deemed I gave too much devotion to the other, the barbs would let loose. Even though I've seen it coming, her animosity shocked me a bit, coming, as it did, in this moment of revelry. I stared at her sternly, but also with concern. I knew the real reason for her animosity toward Karen, and it had nothing to do with me allowing her to roam free tonight. She lowered her eyes in shame. Touching her cheek lovingly, I said, "You know I don't like it when you talk about her this way. It makes me feel so very low." She was about to respond, but I cut her off, "We'll talk later. Now, go tend to your needs." As Gloria left, despondent, I noticed Denise sitting on the lower step of the dais, and she too, looked a little disappointed. I sat behind her on the next step up, and cradled her between my legs. She rested her arms on my thighs, and gave my knees an affectionate squeeze, as she stared at the table. Wrapping my arms around her neck, I kissed her cheek, and said, "I know you'd rather it was you under table instead of Jackie, but I have a very special job for you, as well. Do you have that finger vibe you use so well?" She smiled, guessing my intent. "Yes." "When the time is ripe, you're going to help send Connor to oblivion." "Karen's right, you are a devilishly clever man." "Living with you three has taught me more than a few tricks." Karen and Jackie were kneeling under the table with Connor's meaty cock between them. Karen knelt on his sensitive underside with his balls hanging sensuously close to her forehead. Jackie knelt on his opposite side. Connor's cock was already well greased from the Gladiator contest, and the heavy coating of oil glistened at times from the lights reflecting up and off the marble floor. Seeing a cameraman close by, Jackie said, "Michael. Live feed this." "Give me a minute to set up a tripod," came his hurried reply. Sighing heavily as she delicately kissed Connor's cock, and painting her lips with a thin coating of oil in the process, she replied, "Take your time, Mikey. We'll just amuse ourselves staring at this wonderful tool as we wait." No word was said between my two nymphs as they stared into the other's eyes, occasionally taking long, lustful glances at Connor's rock-hard member. Sighing deeply, they leaned close and softly kissed as a prelude to the torment to come. Then, each brought a hand up. Gently brushing his sensitive flesh with the tips of their fingers, his tool abruptly twitch, as if it were startled. Many in the audience laughed mirthfully, and knowingly, at his reaction. My sluts' teasing was oh, so slow and deliberate, gentle nails and fingertips raking him down form balls to glans, and repeated, over and over, without mercy, until Connor's cock visibly quivered like a tuning fork. Occasionally, Karen would break the routine, and ply two oily fingers to his balls, and gently massage them in a slow circular motion. And as Karen tended to his testicles, Jackie would barely wrap her palm around his shaft, and slid it down his greased shaft, and only once, before going back to using just her fingertips. Through it all, they stared into each other's eyes, and kissed sweetly and sensually with slightly parted lips and brief brushes of their tongue. A small drop of pre-ejaculate fluid formed at the tip of Connor's cock, and quickly grew. When the two women caught the sparkling, little jewel out of the corner of their eyes they smiled at each other. Then, without a word or gesture to the other, they changed the delivery of their tease, using their mouths instead of fingers. Both of them went high, crooking their necks to give themselves room close to the tabletop, they gently licked and kissed around the base of his cock. Karen paid particular attention to his balls, as she sweetly kissed each one while provoking them with quick brushes with her tongue. Down his shaft they continued with their kissing, a subtle peck here, a gentle rake with pursed lips there, slowly and haphazardly, never applying any suction, and always stopping when they reached his sensitive glans. Besides using their lips, they'd nuzzle his over-strained shaft with a nose, or even sensuously brush their cheek against it, as if applying a brief hug to a favored pet. By now, a long, delicate strand of pre-ejaculate fluid dangled from the tip of his cock to just above the floor. I heard one of the members comment to another, "Look at that! It won't be long now." "How long has it been so far?" another member asked. "About five minutes." "I'll wager five thousand dollars they'll take it at least past ten." "You're on." A third member piped in, "I'll take a piece of that action. There's no way this is going to last more than another minute or two." Noticing the long strand hanging down, Karen and Jackie broke away from kissing his cock, and kissed each other. Their lips remained locked together in an opened-mouth embrace, tongues dancing wildly within and between each other, until the end of the hanging strand finally reached satin. Then, Karen then took two fingers, and spreading them wide apart, rolled the thread up between them, making her own perverted version of cat's cradle. She stared for a moment at the thin, clear threads crisscrossing between her fingers, before lightly smearing the fluid on him at mid-shaft. A collective groan rose up from all around the grotto at Karen's deviant display. Most of the members were masturbating by this time, trying to relieve their own, pent-up arousal. Using their fingers, the two women took some time to smear the fluid all around and down his shaft. When his thick stick was well lubricated with his own pre-cum, Karen firmly pinched his shaft between two fingers, and slide them down, causing another large drop of pre-ejaculate to form at the tip of his glans. They alternated now between hand and mouth. First Karen, then Jackie, and then back again, plying one long, stroke of his shaft with a hand, then followed with hard sucking kisses and licks about his mid-shaft and down. When it was Jackie's turn, Karen would always massage his balls with that same gentle, circular motion, making them go high and tight against the base of his shaft. Given their treatment to his cock, it wasn't long before another long thread of pre-cum dripped off his cockhead, hanging just inches from the floor. Again, Karen quickly picked this one away with two spread fingers. Instead of smearing Connor's cock with it, however, she slipped both fingers into her mouth and sucked the fluid off. She then spit it back out and onto her fingers, and offered them to Jackie. Jackie sucked her fingers clean before they resumed their slow stroke and kiss. With his cock twitching in exquisite agony, Connor groaned and pleaded for mercy...pleaded for release...but my two vixens simply giggled and continued with their torment. Ten minutes came and went, but not Connor. Now the real fun began for my two lovelies. Pressing and holding his cock between them by their lips, they slide their mouths up and down, taking exaggerated sucking bites where each ended with rough licks to his sensitive flesh. Their mouths crawled ever downward along his shaft, and just before they reached his glans, now grown plump and purple as a ripe fruit, up the shaft they'd ascend. Every so often, they would flick their tongue just below his cockhead, careful not to touch it, and deftly pick off another clear drop of pre-cum that had formed with their quick tongues. Connor's torment was continuous and sublime, and a constant low groan and grumble was all he could manage to voice. The only movement that could be discerned from his ridged form was his fingers and toes, as he repeatedly balled and curled them into fists. "I think this is the moment, my sweet," I said close to Denise's ear, "Do your worst." Grabbing a bottle of lube off the floor, she stood alongside the table at Connor's midsection. She kneaded his ass a bit, spreading his cleft ever so slightly as she massaged—testing how compliant he would be. At first he'd clench his buttocks against her probing fingers, but he eventually relaxed with her continued massaging. Karen and Jackie instinctively knew what was about to happen, and began quickly flicking their tongues at the base of his cockhead, that sensitive area right where the glans meets the shaft. Pre-cum dripped profusely from his tip, appearing as a thin, crystal clear waterfall. Karen and Jackie would catch the falling drops in a hand, and run their slickened fingers up and down his shaft as their tongues continued to rapidly lap at his glans. Everyone watched Denise pull a thin, finger vibe from a pocket in her tunic, and in a flamboyant display of showmanship, she held it high above her head for all to see. It was a delicate, little devise, where the main phallus part was only about the length and breadth of her pinky finger. When it was turned on, it provided just a subtle vibration, barely perceptible except on the most sensitive parts of the body. All the members laughed when they saw what she was holding up. Denise put a dollop of lube on the tip of the vibe, and another on the middle finger of her free hand. Then spreading his cleft with her thumb and pinky, she massaged the dollop around his anus. Connor tried to protest the anal invasion by clenching his cheeks, but Denise just spanked his ass, stopping him. Then she loudly said, "Hush now. You can thank me after. Ready ladies?" Hearing her call, Karen and Jackie fully pressed Connor's glans between their mouths and began forcefully kissing and biting it with their lips, and pushing it into and out of each other's mouth with their deft tongues. The vibe slid easily into Connor's ass. When Denise turned it on, all anyone could hear was Connor's long, protracted, masculine yelps and wails. Denise teased it in his ass, gently fucking him with a slow in-out motion. It was only a few moments before his cock exploded. First one, and then another, thick pulse of semen shot down hitting the floor. After that the hard shots became just one continuous white stream flowing out of him. Karen and Jackie continued clamping their lips hard around his erupting glans, licking and nibbling him, as cum began to drip off their lower lips and chins. And as the heavy white stream began to wane, Karen finished the act by slow stroking the rest out of him with a hand. When all was finished, the ladies kissed and licked the remnants of their dirty deed from their mouths and chins. Connor still hadn't spoken a word when Denise pulled the vibe out and wiped it on a towel. Then undoing his straps, she spanked his ass hard, and asked, "Well?" "Thank you," was Connor's muted reply. "Your welcome," Denise giggled, and then added, "Now thank your sweet Dominas and get off the table." He huffed out a, "Thank you Domina Vipsania, Domina Jackie," before lazily rolling off the table, and landing on the padded floor with a heavy thump.

Title: Preview - A Bump In The Night Chapter 16 - Preview by Vendetta Tags: Brother, Cub, Female, Fennec, Leopard, Male, Preview, Series, Sister My Eurofurence fund has taken several leaps ahead lately; go here to find out what that's all about: [http://www.sofurry.com/page/252855/user](http://www.sofurry.com/page/252855/user), and please click here to donate: [https://inkbunny.net/donate.php?user\_id=3176](https://inkbunny.net/donate.php?user_id=3176). More on that later. With that boost, and it being the end of the month, I wanted to give you guys and girls a little show of faith. A lot of chapter 16 is done, and so with no further delay, here is an exclusive sneak preview of it: \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Valerie picked up the phone and then stopped, the receiver partway to her ear. Her heart pounded; this wasn't like her. There wasn't time for this. There wasn't time to waste. Pride came before a fall, and she had to swallow hers. The vixen began dialling, glancing round her darkened office. Everyone had gone home hours ago, herself included. A pause, some clicks, and then the ringing tone. She could always go home again later. Another click and then a male voice answered. "Julian. Who is this?" She took a deep breath, squeezed the phone a little tighter, then spoke. "Mr Fleck, sorry to bother you at this late hour--" "I said who is this?" He cut her off, impatience and tiredness bleeding through his words. "Mr Fleck, this is Doctor Shoemaker, you saw me--" He cut her off again, "You've got some nerve. Do you have any idea what we're going through? Do you have any idea what you did? Do you have any idea how we felt, taking those hateful paternity tests? How dare y--" She raised her voice, hackles raising too. "Mr Fleck. Mr Fleck! We havn't got the time for this. She called me." The words died in his throat with a strangled sound. "...What?" One paw clenched into a fist, she pleaded with the empty air above her office desk. "Katie called me." Now, suddenly, the fennec was trembling. A sharp intake of breath. "You've spoken to her? To them? They're okay? You know where they are?" "Yes Mister Fleck, but--" A tinny growl crept from the phone's earpiece to the doctor's large ears, conveyed from mercifully far away. He snarled down the line. "Well, tell me woman! Where are they? Tell me!" The leopard was shouting now. Valerie cringed, pausing for a moment to gather herself. "I'm sorry Mister Fleck, she made me promise I wouldn't." There was a sudden sound down the line of plastic groaning and creaking well beyond its design limits, a crack, a loud electronic squeal, then silence. The line went dead. The fennec gently replaced the phone on its receiver, and with a tight smile, retrieved a small can of pepper spray from her desk. She sat down and waited. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* To be continued!

Another day, another building destroyed. Really, it was getting tiresome just how much wreckage she woke up surrounded by every morning, especially considering how the compressor company insisted that they were doing their best at containing her; truly, if they were actually going all out, then she wouldn’t need to wipe concrete chunks off her eyelids every time she woke up, nor would she be forced to stare into the sun every godsdamned day instead of a ceiling. Then again, perhaps she was expecting too much from people who really didn’t know what they were dealing with; she was a goddess after all. Thoughts like these crossed her mind on a near-daily basis, or at least that’s what Starry figured was the case; the memory issues were becoming worse as time went on, with her awareness of the fogginess becoming so pronounced that it was honestly nothing short of inexplicable that she didn’t resort to some kind of medical consultation… or didn’t accidentally trip onto the truth of the matter, given the sheer amount of implausibilities being stacked on top of one another with each second that she lived in that self-imposed charade. Really, the only thing she could worry about was how exactly to get to work without utterly obliterating everything around her in a half-mile radius, or just ripping out huge chunks of the city’s foundations whenever she took a step; anything else was secondary. Beginning the arduous journey of getting up from wherever she was sleeping, the vixen took care not to roll over too much; even the most powerful of spatial distortions failed to live up to the full impact of that bust she was carrying, and if not that, then those cheeks of hers would flatten even the strongest and most resilient of metallic alloys. Truly, she was a person of mass destruction, capable of wreaking havoc on an unprecedented scale purely by virtue of existing, but that didn’t mean she had to sit there and take it; being a goddess came with its own set of responsibilities towards those who lived underneath her, mostly dealing with not crushing them, not drowning their living spaces in her milk, and certainly not allowing any of them to get close to her until she was ready to deal with the avalanche of worship that was sure to come. She was divine, yes, but still needed her rest, lest she wake up cranky and smite someone. This still didn’t stop onlookers from immediately rushing towards her the moment she woke up. It was always a wonder why and how they managed to avoid doing this while she was still asleep; perhaps her slumbering form created some kind of force field around it, or perhaps it was simply too glorious for any to approach. Maybe these tiny ones believed that with her being awake they stood a higher chance of receiving some attention on her part (they didn’t), but whatever the case may be, the end result was always the same: a torrent of hyper-sized individuals all waddling towards her as quickly as they could move, every last one of them trying their best to get even the slightest touch in before being pushed away. Not that Starry would be so rude as to physically prevent anyone from getting close to her; after all, her body was everyone’s to admire, to glorify, to adore and praise, and if that meant offering it up in a more direct fashion, who was she to say no? Besides, it’d be rude not to reward some of those little ones with something after the amount of effort they put into trying to reach her. Starry didn’t remember her neighbors all being some kind of tauric variant, nor their forms being so laden with phalluses and breasts that they could barely move, but they were certainly giving it their all in trying to get close to her, even if they had to drag themselves across the ground with a thick lactic trail behind them. It was obviously very difficult for most of them; hell, some were so big that it was a wonder they could move at all, so big that part of Starry wondered why and how exactly the buildings surrounding her were exactly the same size as they’d… always been? Sure, when she blinked and they were suddenly much larger and equipped with elevators designed for plus-sized hypers, the mega-vixen was slightly confused, but they’d always been there, so clearly it must be normal. Clearly. No thoughts were paid to the obvious impossibility that was both her body and the sudden transformation of her environment, nor to the frankly ridiculous amount of milk she was already outputting without even noticing. To the vixen, this was just the way things went: she woke up, she doused everything and everyone around her in thousands of gallons of her delicious cream, then she did her best to get up without harming anyone. Easier said than done considering how crowded things usually got at her feet, but with some elbow grease and plenty of sheepish requests for all the tiny ones to please and kindly walk away so she could stand up, Starry somehow managed to heave herself into a standing position, her head pushing through a cluster of clouds before her yawn turned them into wispy remnants of their former selves. It was always a bother when she accidentally affected the local pressure systems, honestly; ‘twas bad enough that her moving caused seismic tremors, all of her supplicants really didn’t need the sudden gusts of wind and occasional sonic shockwave. Still, she had to go to work… to a certain extent. Starry didn’t exactly need the wages, nor was it something she had any real obligation to do, but it was a task that someone had to perform or else the entire city would explode from the amount of pent-up sexual energy being repressed. With her divine self being at the epicenter of that most blessed metropolis, it was unsurprising that the city’s inhabitants themselves would grow to become significantly different from those who lived elsewhere: not only did their bodies change into forms that were far more suited for the kind of mindless self-indulgence that those who lived around her were allowed to engage in on a daily basis, but their minds warped as well, becoming significantly more receptive to the kind of debased debauchery that had once been the exclusive purview of extreme kink art. However, this carried with it a bit of a problem: someone had to handle all of that horny, and someone had to defuse it in a way that wouldn’t cause serious, lasting damages to the environment and the people themselves. That’s where Starry came in. She remembered, in the way that the universe and the multiverse around it allowed her to remember, the days where her being at the café were actually perfectly normal: she’d wake up, walk through the city, sit her enormous ass out back and then let her tits flow freely. Now though, the point of her presence there was not for the sake of a commercial transaction, but more a case of… tradition. Everyone knew where she was going to be, everyone already knew what the service hours were, so it made it a lot easier on the city’s population; this way, they knew exactly when to divert their attention and where to divert it to, for the daily ritual that was their collective, orgasmic relief. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t glamorous, and it certainly wasn’t clean, but it was necessary. Every day, for several hours straight, Starry had to do her duty as the world’s resident goddess and offer herself up to her worshippers. Now, this didn’t exactly mean that they’d be able to actually reach her, or indeed get anywhere close to the point where they could establish physical contact; rather, the vixen would sit down, focus her power, and the resplendent radiance of her divine form would allow all those who gazed upon it to… relax. Relax and simply allow their inner desires to flow through them, without the need for any complications or second thoughts, until every last soul in a several mile radius around her succumbed to their own arousal and entered a state of rapturous, endless orgasmic bliss. Very few would actually manage to even keep their eyes open after the first dose of the “god light”, as they called it, and even fewer would retain the ability to move; the amount of individuals who succeeded in walking more than a few feet before inevitably losing control of their legs could be counted on one hand. And yet, a few always tried, a few always attempted, all in the hopes of maybe someday reaching Starry, and achieving true enlightenment. Starry herself wasn’t sure where this belief came from, but she was happy to encourage it; she quite enjoyed seeing people exercise, rather than simply lying on their tits all day like some of the lazier ones did. It couldn’t possibly be healthy for them, and as such she strived to give them the encouragement they needed to get off their fat whatevers and at least try to get closer to her, hoping that maybe, one day, everyone who gazed upon her would be capable of doing so. Sadly, such a day was still a long way away; as far as she remembered, not a single person had ever managed to climb onto her, mostly because the radiance she exuded became stronger the closer someone was to her physical form. A few were very determined though, trudging through a good few hundred yards before the increased doses of energy all-but forced them to stop and experience eternal climax, and a couple had even gone all the way from the outskirts to the very edge of her throne. But these were the exceptions, rather than the rule… for now at least. One day though, they would get there, and to that end, she had to get a move on; even a goddess such as herself couldn’t afford to let go of her schedule, lest she need to perform a full reset and go back to the start of the day, assuming that was even a thing she could do. Was that a thing she could do? Did goddesses reset time? An interesting question, but funnily enough, not one she had time for; chuckling to herself at the sheer stupidity of that realization, Starry gingerly made her way through the enormous arcologies that had replaced the standard apartment buildings that used to be there just moments prior, making sure to squeeze herself through whatever compressed alleyways she could in order to shave off as much time as possible. Off in the distance, framed against the blue sky, was her destination. She was quite proud of that pillow. She’d made it herself after all… or at least, that’s what she remembered made the most sense. Seeing as nothing could really hold that immense, mountainous ass of hers, and she didn’t feel like having it lie on concrete all the time, Starry had no doubt employed some of her godly powers in the creation of a pillow big enough to be able to provide the support she needed for her very long hours serving as a beacon of pure arousal. It wasn’t exactly a throne per se, but it was about the closest she could get; besides, having an actual chair would be a bit too regal for her taste, seeing as she liked to keep things down to earth and somewhat relatable. Thus, where once had been her café, the backyard where her old form would sit and service whoever wanted some of her attention, and about ten or so extra city blocks, there stood only a single, massive, down-filled pillow. The only sign that it belonged to a goddess was the fact that it was that big, because otherwise it looked exactly like any other pillow one might purchase at a store… well, apart from the gold trim, that much Starry decided to splurge out on a bit. It served its purpose wonderfully though, even if it took a few minutes for the giantess to climb onto it, and a few minutes more for her to turn around and actually place her ass on it, rather than using it as something to rest her tits on. Then again, considering both her bust and butt were about the same size, it did give her ideas about potentially getting something for the latter as well, maybe some kind of padded seat where she could place her immense mounds during “work” hours; it would certainly reduce the amount of incidents where she accidentally moved to one side in order to check up on what was happening to the tiny ones around her and ended up smacking the side of one of her tits against a few residential arcologies, not to mention the perennial issues with overflow after she started milking herself. Honestly, there were just so many logistical problems that came with her body being the way that it was that Starry was surprised she hadn’t yet migrated to somewhere off-world just to make it easier on herself. Then again, how could she, when she was that world’s goddess? Hers was not a body to be observed from a distance, but a gift, something to provide to the people of Earth and give them a chance at reaching, even if no one really managed to do so. To leave the planet behind and become some sort of orbital fixture might make things infinitely easier, doubly so once the next growth spurt came around (did those come around? Did she actually grow?), but it would also deprive her supplicants of her very much intoxicating presence, and that just wasn’t acceptable. She had a responsibility as their deity to do something about the intense horniness she caused in everyone, and that meant staying behind and making sure everyone could get the release they very much deserved, and so desperately needed. After all, if not her, then who else? Who else had both the power, the resilience and the endurance required to keep so many people on edge for so long that they could experience that sort of pure, unbridled bliss? If not for her, those poor things would be stuck, unable to truly cross over into the realm of orgasm, constantly stuck atop bodies that swelled and bloated and filled to such absurd degrees that they’d be perpetually unable to achieve any kind of proper climax; a fate worse than death, as far as Starry was concerned. No, she had to remain behind, had to do her best to help those around her, every day, day in, day out, until such a point as she could do so from further away. Because… that was the goal, right? The goal was to become so magnificently perfect that she could achieve the same results from a distance as she did in person… wasn’t it? It certainly seemed to make some sense to her, even if she couldn’t quite place her finger on why that was; after all, why exactly was she holding back? That was the main question there, and one that immediately leapt to the forefront of her mind the moment she formulated it, given how critical it was to her identity as a goddess: why was she holding back? Starry knew for a fact that she could do so much more than what she was doing at that point. Sitting there, emanating pure magnificence and allowing everyone else to achieve release was fun and all, but where was her enjoyment? Where was her release? Why was it that she had to do all the work and get none of the orgasmic pleasure in return if she was supposed to be that world’s goddess? In fact, now that she gave it some thought, the vixen couldn’t even remember the last time that she actually achieved climax, though she was quite certain it had something to do with that jewelry bracelet with odd electronics strapped to it that she had on her wrist; something about a promise made and upheld, a task given that must be followed to the very end or somesuch, she couldn’t really remember all that well. It was hard to think back further than that morning, a fog curtain that Starry was only vaguely aware of despite slamming her own consciousness against it multiple times. If there was one thing that the goddess could be certain of, however, it was that she hadn’t gotten off in… some time. Indeterminate, but certainly longer than usual given how much she wanted to rub her legs together or otherwise spread them before summoning an equally-gigantic partner in order to get rid of that nagging itch in the back of her head. Surprisingly, however, some part of her resisted this temptation; despite it being entirely within the realm of possibility for her to just snap her fingers and transform any one of those thousands, millions of little ones into a suitor that could satisfy her desires, and in fact such a thing being little more than the equivalent of a short jog… something inside of her told her not to do it. Was it some kind of moral obligation towards her “subjects”, if she could call them that? Some sort of universal imperative that forbade her from attempting such a thing while her charges still yearned for release themselves? It would certainly make sense given her luck, though why exactly she thought like that was also nothing short of a mystery; surely, as the goddess of that world, Starry and Starry alone would be the one to decide what laws she obeyed, or what laws even existed at all. And yet, despite all this, there yet remained that incessant prohibition, holding her back just enough that she couldn’t bring herself to raise her hand and make reality bow to her whims; and, if nothing else, this was extremely interesting to her. Starry recalled that she was supposed to hold herself back from experiencing orgasm, though again, she couldn’t quite remember why. While she couldn’t put her finger on when the last time she came was, the vixen was reasonably certain it happened a few days prior; add these two things together, and the reasonable answer should be that she was “due” for one big climax, especially considering how much her loins were aching for some kind of distraction, any distraction really… or was it? She was, at the end of the day, a goddess, a creature of absolute, utmost perfection that therefore required a great deal more pleasure to bring over the edge; similarly, whenever she did cross that line and end up venting all that pressure, the results were proportionately cataclysmic, often leading to large-scale flooding thanks to all the milk and other, assorted juices that flowed so easily from her. Or, at least, this is what she figured made sense, and just as she did so, the multiverse simply made it so. Out there in the vast expanses of everything, the other Starries responsible for this one iteration’s power boost were quick to pick up on any errant thought that crossed their newest member’s mind, in order to simply make it true; all that was really needed was for this sister of theirs to embrace her divine side, to accept it and make it true, for the barriers to come down and another instance of reality to fall to a tidal wave of soft flesh, orange fur, and copious amounts of breast milk. To this end, they needn’t rush; they had all of eternity, after all, and it had only been a couple of days ever since the ascendant vixen engaged in the kind of reality-distorting self-deprivation that weakened the dimensional veil to begin with. Nonetheless, and just like with every other version of Starry, this one too quickly fell to the whims and desires of her alter selves, countless eternities’ worth of raw horny energy being poured into her form just as her godlike abilities were unlocked, boosted to the seven hells and back, and then multiplied even further. And yet, she still sat there upon her immense pillow, scratching her chin and pondering over her inability to pleasure herself. Ultimately though, she was a plaything to the other Starries pulling her strings just as much as she was her own woman, with the latter half of herself slowly, but surely, overtaking the proceedings and coming up with a (for her) reasonable explanation for why she couldn’t bring herself to orgasm: it was too soon. She had memories of a time when she truly let loose, and the ensuing destruction was such that she had to put everything back in its place via some extreme abuse of her own powers; not exactly something difficult, but not a sequence of events she was in any rush to go through again, given how much it damaged the fabric of reality. It was absolutely divine, she wasn’t about to say otherwise, but the sheer amount of buildings that were wiped in the flood, and the deep grooves she dug into the surface of the planet with her paws were enough to convince her that she should probably hold back until a later date, in order to give existence itself some time to simmer down and center itself. At least, that’s what her mind conjured up as an explanation; it certainly made sense, in its own demented sort of way, but Starry couldn’t be certain if it was true, given her unique nature. Time was, after all, nothing if not relative around her. Not only was she dense enough to distort spacetime itself just by her sheer presence, but her status as a divine entity made it difficult to pin down just what timeline she was actually in; the vixen could peer into adjacent ones, possibilities that would be, had been, and never could be, and her job was to take them all and weave them into something that resembled a coherent narrative. Be it through her action, inaction, or anything in between, her job was mostly to make sure that her version of reality continued to exist within the bounds set by its own rules, and going off orgasming whenever she felt like it was incredibly dangerous in that regard; yes, it was fantastic and probably the most pleasure that anything alive had ever gone through, but what about the consequences? Starry looked around, at the many tiny ones surrounding her. She hadn’t yet started the process of unleashing her full glory unto them, and yet they were already digging their heels into the concrete and asphalt in their mad dash to get as close to her as possible before inevitably failing to resist their own bodies’ arousal overload. They hadn’t always been like that; Starry very much knew that people used to be people-sized, without tauric bodies riddled with so many engorged assets, and that it had been her actions that transformed the population of that city and its suburbs into those kinds of over-sexualized creatures. Her influence had spread beyond it as well, and though the rest of the planet was still safe from her, it wouldn’t be for much longer; soon, billions of souls would be turned into their perfect dream form, and from there, everything would stop: no more industry, no more economy, no more anything but travelling to see the perfect goddess that started it all, right up until she ejected herself into orbit and everyone on the planet could spend the rest of their days looking up and glorifying her. And while this was certainly an alluring prospect, it also made it very clear that she had to slow down; if she didn’t, who knew what might happen to all of her little ones, trapped as they were in their own inability to resist her own allure. It was settled then. As much as it hurt her to deny her own desires for any stretch of time, Starry was certain that it was, if nothing else, the right thing to do; she could always let loose at a later date, when the entire cosmos would be hers for the taking and she had plenty of room to jettison millions of gallons of milk each half-second during a climax that lasted for entire days, so why bother rushing it? Anything she could experience while planetbound would be naught but an appetizer compared to what she was truly capable of, so it was best if she held herself back; after all, the vixen had a whole city of playthings to “unleash” upon themselves, and all of this introspection had left her a few minutes behind on schedule. Readjusting herself on her colossal seat, Starry got ready to complete her task for the day, a slight grin growing on the edge of her lips as she closed her eyes and began her breathing exercises. It was always the most intense part of her daily experience, having to shut every external stimulus off and focus purely on that endless wellspring of divine power that had transformed her into whatever she could possibly be categorized as; it was a fire that never burned out, one fueled by an unknown source that even the vixen herself couldn’t identity, but her extra-dimensional other selves certainly could. Even a small fraction of their own power was enough to transform this version of Starry into something unrecognizable, and the further it was used, the more this iteration of the goddess-vixen drew upon it, the wider the proverbial door became. Eventually, it would become big enough to flood the entire cosmos with herself, and quite literally so with that, enough that this, this thing that she was doing that day upon her pillow, would only truly happen once. But it would still happen. Those in the city, stuck as they were atop thrones of curves, milk and cum, were all looking up at her, staring at the giantess off in the distance as the heat that permeated their own bodies grew stronger with each passing moment. They looked on as the silhouette of the godlike vixen became more defined against the blue sky, her outrageously exaggerated curves seeming to bloat up even further as she began glowing like a second sun; laying eyes upon her was impossible, for the sight would burn through to the observer’s soul, and yet everyone managed to do it without any real care nor concern, for such was Starry’s power that her own presence could never be anything less than completely benevolent. There would be no overpowering of minds or destruction of essences, naught but the exultation that could only come from being in the presence of someone like Starry herself; she was to become a beacon for all those that saw her as their goddess, and her body would be the main vector for distributing this glory to all the little ones raising their hands toward her. Everything, from her imposing height, tall enough to overshadow the biggest of skyscrapers downtown, to her ample bosom, stupendously stuffed with countless trillions of gallons of tightly-packed, dense cream just waiting to be poured out, so immense that they could blot out the sun for a couple of square miles each, all leading to the equally-titanic rear sat upon her throne-pillow. All of her, every inch of her (and there were plenty of those to go around) seemed designed from the ground up to cause the same reaction in anyone who looked upon her: desire. Desire and arousal and sheer, unfettered horny all rolled up into one transcendental experience that no one, not even herself, could truly comprehend; all they could do was absorb the radiance that emanated from her, drink from the light that bathed them and welcome it into their bodies, hoping that it would lead them down the same path that it had their goddess. This was, of course, impossible. No matter how hard these little ones tried, they would never truly reach the same level as Starry, if for no other reason than because of the simple fact that, by the time they became that large, the vixen’s own permanent growth rate would have ensured she became far, far larger than she was already, perhaps even big enough to blot out the light of the rest of the galaxy’s stars. But still they fantasized, locked as they were in their own minds, of their forms expanding and bloating and filling and multiplying until they too were sat upon their own thrones, locked in an endless cycle of self-indulgence and debasement of the likes unseen and unimagined by any who hadn’t been blessed by Starry’s presence. This, ultimately, was the secret behind the radiance’s uncanny ability to trigger a city-wide climax: it wasn’t that it made people horny as much as it simply gave them the mental resources to truly see their fantasies in their minds’ eye, making it far too much of an alluring prospect to simply ignore anymore. And, in the middle of it all, Starry herself, cross-legged and with her arms draped over her milk-stuffed udders, her eyes closed as she felt her power leak out in such vast quantities that it began to scare her on a level she hadn’t considered before… right before the fear turned back around into arousal once she became truly aware of how much power and energy she was wielding with such ease. The vixen could just shut it off, deprive all of her supplicants of their mannah, leave them begging for more as their demands turned to prayer… but she wouldn’t. Starry was, at the end of the day, a merciful goddess, and one that would never once think to make her followers feel anything other than rapturous bliss. It was what she wanted for herself, and she was nothing that special, so why hold back from giving everyone else the exact same thing? For hours on end, day after day. Forever.

Title: A Dog Named Travis: Chapter One by BlackSmoke Tags: Contemporary, German Shepherd, Hospital, M/F, No-Yiff, Prologue, Science, Transformation [I needed some motivation, so I'm posting this for feedback. If you like where this is going, as inferred by the tags, please leave a comment. This was partially inspired by the song "High and Dry" by Radiohead] Chapter One: Hospitalities "Mister Shiloh," softly came the voice of a young nurse. She was a student at the San Francisco Center for Cancer Studies. She entered into the sterile room of Mr. Shiloh, one of the facility's many patients. He lay in his bed, looking forlornly out the large window which let the natural light of the beautiful day filter through unadulterated. It partially heated the room. There was little to smell. The plastic decorative flowers on the particle board bookshelf had no perfume, and the faux-wood baseboards of the room only served to agonize Mr. Travis Shiloh further. "Yes?" I replied weakly. I'm Travis Shiloh. No one who knew me then would know. I was in this study center with cancer wracking my body, and no treatment so far had worked. I dreaded chemotherapy, and knew that even if I lived, I would never be the same. In the prime of my life, I was beginning to die. I was losing everything, and I could feel my life draining. "Mister Shiloh, someone is here to see you," she said, almost timidly. "Send them in, if it isn't a life-insurance broker." I replied disdainfully. The nurse left, to go fetch my company. I was left to ponder things. I suppose I thought about life and death, and realized how I was falling into despair. I was becoming cynical, I knew it, and I saw that, as of late, I had been pushing away everyone I loved. My parents, my girlfriend, my brother... Out of spite and bitterness, like a wounded animal that knew it would soon die. I thought especially of my girlfriend, who I planned to marry. But it would be no use now. It seemed to take too long. Eventually there was a knocking at the door, and, though it took some strength, I called to the visitor and told them that the door was unlocked. To my surprise, a very sophisticated-looking man in a suit emerged from behind the synthetic door. He was tall and thin, with a hairline that retreated from view to the top of his head. He wore a sincere looking smile, and carried a tan briefcase that seemed to come from nineteen seventy. I immediately became defensive; cursing the nurse for letting a solicitor into my room to bother me on what I thought was my deathbed. I watched him set the briefcase down, and turn his shining, optimistic eyes towards me. I disliked that look. I couldn't help but think to myself that this man had an unthinkably sinister agenda, as I had never seen a solicitor with such a genuine grin and such a twinkle in his eye. He looked me over, and held out his hand to mine. "My name is Fred Sohare," He said to me, holding out his hand. I thought to myself, 'Sohare doesn't have so much hair.' I reluctantly took his hand in mine, and gave it a brief shake. He looked me in the eye, and I became unnerved. I fancied that he was one of those brainwashed corporate slaves, like the too-happy employees seen in offices and at Walmart. I'd swear they worked for the Soylent Green Biscuit Company. "Travis." Was all that I replied. He took his time to reply. I became impatient as he looked around the room, and gazed out the window. I didn't retort when he said, "Nice day, huh?" though, I wanted to. I slowly grew from pessimism to irritation, as he looked over the one picture I had of me with my family, when I was healthy. That wasn't me anymore. I hardly ever smiled. Some one-sided small talk took place. He talked, I just glared. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, he turned to me with a serious look. "You want me to leave, Travis," He said earnestly, "You think I'm here to sell you something." I simply nodded. The carpetbagger bowed his head, and paced around the foot of my hospital bed. I was beginning to get uncomfortable under the sheets from my lack of movement. I fancied I could feel the blood clots forming in my legs. "You're a cynical man, Travis. I know you know that." I couldn't help be crack a sarcastic grin. "No, sir. Everything's diamonds at the moment." He seemed offended slightly. I was proud of myself. "Listen, Travis, I know you want me to cut to the chase. Or maybe you don't. But just hear me out, here. I work for a neurologist who specializes in the human central nervous system." I nodded. I didn't understand where he was getting at. How could a neurologist help me? I didn't have brain cancer; I had other kinds of cancer. The kind that spread and didn't die under chemo, lasers, herbal therapy, or whatever other crazy voodoo that the local San Fran hippies said would work. But I was bored, and could use a good laugh. I let him continue. "Travis, I read your case. You're a young, proactive, intelligent man. You deserve more than this. I'm not here to sell you anything. In fact, you'd get paid for accepting my offer." "I'm sorry, mister," I said bitingly, "But I don't do endorsements or public announcements." "Will you hear me out? My boss is a neurologist- he's been working on a new treatment--" "I don't have brain cancer." "You don't need brain cancer. Listen, you're going to die soon, we both know that. So I tell you what, you can either agree to participate in this experiment and live for fifteen more years, or you can die next year, alone and decrepit." I was taken aback by his bluntness. Surely there was no way that this could work, no matter what it was. Nothing short of a miracle would save me. I glared hatefully at this suited man before me, confused and indignant, not wishing to be taken advantage of again. "Go on," I said. "Alright, Travis," the man said as he went to his briefcase and opened it up. I looked at the clock during this brief requiem. It had already been almost forty five minutes. He returned to me with a pamphlet, printed on fine stationary, with a diagram of the central nervous system on the front. "I work for Gene Franksten, Ph.D. He's received a multi-million dollar grant for his research in therapy to stimulate the reparation of nerves. I know you don't think this can help you, but his research has hit a breakthrough. Doctor Franksten knows the tragedy that cancer has, and pulled the names of fifteen participants from the various cancer research facilities around the nation." "As it says on the cover, here... Now, I assume I got picked, right? Whoopdee-doo. Cut to the chase." "Well, you ungrateful... I mean, Mr. Shiloh, you were picked. This sounds like magic, but what Doctor Franksten has discovered is a way to safely transplant a human brain from one body to another." I nearly choked when I heard that. This was playing out like a bad sci-fi movie. Once I was done staring incredulously at the psycho Borg fan in front of me, I found my voice which I had seemed to misplace momentarily. "Transplant... a brain? Doctor Franksten? Don't you mean Doctor Frankenstein? You must be delusional, sir. Get out of my room and get back to your padded cell, I'm not in the condition to deal with you or your fucked up sense of humor!" The man frowned at me. "Whatever you say, Mister Travis. Call me if you change your mind. I'll tell Gene that you needed time to think on it. My number is in the back of the pamphlet." He closed his suitcase and left promptly, leaving me to stew in the fumes of my anger and hurt dignity. \*\*\*\* \*\*\* \*\*\*\* Two days later, I felt better. The day outside was overcast and dark, so that my eyes didn't hurt from the light or the beauty of creation. I marveled at how this sudden change in moods left me happy. I sat in my bed, watching the people in the small landscaped park across the street, bundled in their jackets and parkas, even though this was just an inconvenient spell of cool weather in the fall. It wasn't even that cold; it was around fifty degrees. I thought to myself, if I could go out there, I would need nothing more than a long-sleeved tee shirt and a pair of jeans. I would revel in the feeling of the cold and the fresh earthy smell of the park. I looked over to the bedside table. There was the pamphlet that was given to me by that man in the suit... I hardly believed what he said, but in the darkest moments of the night when I was too sick to sleep, wracked by pain and shortness of breath, I thought about it, and the more I did, the more verisimilitude it gained in my mind. I felt so hopeless, that I was truthfully considering this as a viable option. "Mr. Shiloh, your girlfriend is here for you. Do you feel well enough to see her?" the nurse asked. I had long since forgotten my curses against her, and was now thankful for her assistance. "Yes, please bring her in." I said. It was only a few moments before she walked in, not leaving me time to ponder the sinking feeling in my chest, and the dizziness I, for some reason, was experiencing. Her beautiful, slim frame came in to greet me. She wore one of the leather jackets that I'd bought her for when we went motorcycle riding together, and carried a wet umbrella in her hands. Her brunette hair was tied back, and covered with the cap she wore. I felt comforted by the fact that she wore no makeup, the lack of which being a symbol of her trust and ease with me. She came to my bedside and kissed my forehead, and I gently pressed my hand on her shoulder, and kissed her cheek. "Hey, baby." She said to me, staying close. I looked back at her, not really knowing how she'd perceive my expression. It must have been obvious to her that I was troubled by ponderous thoughts. "What's wrong?" She asked, genuinely worried. I was nervous to admit to her what I was thinking. She'd probably think I was crazy. "Nothing's wrong." I said as calmly as I could, as I took hold of her hand. "I'm just wondering about something that I heard..." "Did the doctors tell you anything?" "Nope, nothing new. They strongly recommend chemo again, but I'm scared... I don't think I'd make it this time... Say, Alex..." I began. My hand started to shake. Over the last few days, I'd had a change of heart. My doctor had told me that the only option was chemo, and that there was no guarantee that it would indeed work. "Yes, baby?" she replied. I looked into her soft hazel eyes. It sounded gimmicky, but I had to try it. To live. To live for her. "Alex, a few days ago, a man came into my room... He was an agent working for some Gene Franksten, some neurologist or something. He said he could give me a new lease on life..." Alex had the same skeptical look that I did when I first heard, but she was far more patient than me. I continued. "He said that this Gene dude could transplant my brain into another body..." She was shocked, but I begged her to let me finish. "I'm going to give them a call... See if I can meet this Gene Franksten. I want you to be with me. We'll see what it's all about..."

Title: Prison Rings, Chapter 1 by Fuzzy Dimplebottom Tags: Husky, M/M, NC, Oral, Otter, Raccoon, Wolf Adam lay on his bunk, trying to make sense of the day. The whole thing had just been one big blur. Just that morning he'd been standing in court, wearing his best suit. The colours perfectly complimented his well groomed, black and white husky fur. The suit had cost a lot, though on his income, such things don't really matter. In fact, the price was half the reason he liked wearing it so much. However, just looking good hadn't been enough to save him, and after the judge's hammer came down, he was immediately escorted out of the room by two armed guards. By noon, he was standing naked in a cold, empty room as two prison workers assigned him a number and catalogued the few possessions he'd had on him at the time. One donned a pair of rubbed gloves and cold, uncaring hands searched him for smuggled items. He growled as two fingers were forced into his sheath, stretching the opening so that a light could be shined inside for inspection, and winched as seconds later, the same happened to his tailhole. When the workers deemed him clean, his prison uniform was shoved into his paws, and he was marched, naked and violated, through the corridors of the prison until he reached his cell. Now, Adam lay in his cell, wearing his prison uniform, staring blankly at the ceiling. The uniform itself was simple, an orange shirt and shorts bearing his name and number. The simple design kept costs down, while at the same time ensuring that the prisoners had no place in which to keep items. The bright orange colour was intended to make the prisoners stand out if they ever tried to run, but the gaudy colour also served as a tool to remove individuality, and to help break the inmates' spirits. "You've really messed things up this time", he thought to himself. His quiet musings were suddenly interrupted by the guards banging against cell doors. "SHOWER TIME", the guards yelled, every syllable they uttered filled with disdain for the lowlifes around them. Adam followed the guard's angry points and shoves until he arrived in a square room, covered in white tiles with draining grates littered across the floors. The walls were covered, every half meter or so, with shower heads, with another dozen mounted on a circular piece of metal hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. He sighed as for the second time that day he was forced to strip naked in the presence of other men. He found a showerhead and began washing his soft fur, thankful at least that the water was warm. A few minutes later, another man took the shower head next to him, a tall grey furred wolf. Adam's attention was drawn to the man's sheath, as it was pierced, and the wolf wore a ring made of what seemed to be iron or steel. Quickly pulling his gaze from his neighbour's crotch before anyone noticed, he finished cleaning his fur and walked towards the other side of the room to dry himself off. It was in doing this that he noticed something curious - a handful of other guys there, perhaps one in every six or seven, had the same plain sheath piercing as the wolf. Shrugging it off, he finished drying himself, pulled on his prison uniform, and waited to be escorted back to his cell. As the weeks passed, he eventually came to learn that the wolf, who everybody simply called "Step", was the leader of a prison gang, who used the sheath piercing to identify members. Piercings, fur shavings, and other markings were illegal inside the prison - however as sheath piercings were hidden under the uniforms, and could be removed or hidden before inspections or health exams, the wolf's gang had gotten away with this since its birth. The showers, he was told, weren't heavily monitored by the guards, which is why the bathers there sported their sheath rings in the open. After almost two months in prison, Adam had adjusted to the routine as best he could. The indignity of being locked in a cell had long since faded, and he had resolved to just live day by day until his release. The only problem with this was an otter named Anthony. Anthony had, for reasons unknown, chosen Adam as his own personal punching bag, and seemed to like nothing more than making him suffer. He'd push the husky off the exercise machines he was using, steal the football when he was trying to play a game, and always sat opposite him at meals, stealing his food when the guards weren't looking. One afternoon, Adam was in the exercise yard, when his legs were suddenly hit from behind. He felt his feet fall out from beneath him as he crashed to the floor, turning to face his attacker. Anthony stood over him, a stick in his paws, grinning evilly. "The guards are being changed, so I thought I'd have some fun with my friend." He smirked. Something inside Adam snapped; he leapt up off the floor and threw his full weight at the otter. He wrestled the stick from his hands, and threw it across the yard. Anthony recoiled in shock, and Adam took his chance to land two clean blows against his jaw, overcome with rage, and taking out two month's of frustrations out on the bullying otter. Anthony fell to the floor, and Adam kicked him as hard as he could. Adam closed his eyes, trying to regain some sense of self control. Breathing deeply, he looking down at the bloody mustelid lying beaten beneath him. The voice of rage in his head was silenced, and he was calm. In the back of his mind came a new voice. A calm voice. A calm voice that very softly pointed out that Adam hadn't had sex in two months. A calm voice that pointed out that the guards were being changed, which meant he was able to do whatever he wanted until they returned. He grinned at the otter, sitting on his chest, facing downwards. Anthony shrieked in pain, apparently his kick had broken one of his ribs. Adam wasn't distracted though, and he pulled down the otter's prison shorts, exposing his sleek brown furred sheath and fairly large balls. Adam stuck his thumb into the sheath, grasping his fingers around the balls, digging his claws ever so slightly into the soft fur underneath them. He looked over his shoulder at the otter, who had a panicked expression on his face. "Now then, Anthony," Adam said calmly, "I'm sure you appreciate how easily I could hurt you badly right now, and want to assure you that I'm not going to damage you further unless I have to. Do you understand?" Anthony nodded, yelping slightly. Adam reached down, pulling his own shorts down enough to let his fully hardened, 8 inch husky manhood spring free. "Now, you're going to help me relieve some of the tensions I've built up these last months. And if you don't..." Adam tugged slightly at the otter's sheath, "Understand?" Adam didn't wait for a reply before pushing the head of his cock into the otter's muzzle, murring deeply as he felt sensations he hadn't felt in a long time. A crowd had started to form, some of them watching on, shocked, some of them obviously enjoying the show, and some of them cheering him on as he dealt justice to the man who had wronged them. Anthony sucked on Adam's manhood, swallowing the pre it dripped into his unwilling muzzle, too scared to do anything else. Adam forced more of his length into his toy's maw, until the otter was almost gagging, his tongue flicking over the canine's sensitive shaft. Anthony quickly decided that the only way to get out of this was to make the husky cum as fast as possible, and began to bob his muzzle over his captor's cock, causing him to moan loudly. Noticing his reaction, Anthony quickened his pace, rubbing his tongue over his cockhead, sucking firmly on the throbbing rod. Adam closed his eyes, nearing his climax as the otter reached up to fondle the canine's white furred balls. This took Adam by surprise, pushing him over the edge as he sprayed two months of his seed into the otter's mouth. Anthony swallowed the cum as it shot into his muzzle, repulsed slightly by the salty, musky taste of the man he had tormented. He sighed in relief as he felt Adam's softening member withdraw his mouth, and the obtrusive thumb pull out from his sheath, as the husky pulled up his prison shorts and walked off as though nothing happened. Adam didn't hear any of mention of the incident until three days later, in the shower room. He picked his usual showerhead and soaked his fur from head to toe, when he noticed Step standing next to him, the large wolf's eyes staring directly at him. "We all saw what you did to Anthony the other day. That little runt's had it coming to him for months now." Step said, his voice dry, but far from unpleasant. "We'd like to offer you a place with us. We think you'd serve us well." Adam looked at the wolf, soon deciding that this was a man he'd rather be on the good side of. "Sure, I'll join you." "You've made the right choice." Step grinned as two men, both with the gang's sheath rings, took hold of him, and forced him to the floor of the shower. They held his legs open, exposing his sheath to the wolf. "Stay still," Step demanded, "there's the simple matter of your initiation." Step pushed a finger into his sheath, which Adam noticed for the first time was rather large, even for a fur of Step's size. After a few seconds of searching, he pulled out a steel ring. Noticing the look on the husky's face, he grinned "When you've been here as long as I have, you learn to use your body to hide things in any way you can. This is to be your membership ring. It may only be a loop of steel taken from a prison mattress, but to you, it's your life from this point on." He handed the ring to a raccoon, who removed a short, but sharp looking nail from his own sheath. Removing a small ball of rubber he kept on the end to prevent injury, he then washed both under the shower, before sitting between Adam's legs. "This may hurt." He said, in an accent that Adam had difficulty placing. The raccoon pinched the skin at the top of the husky's sheath, stretching it upwards, before driving the nail through the sensitive flesh, and quickly threading the ring through before letting go. Adam's eyes watered, looking down at his sheath, at his piercing, and at his new identity. As the pain quickly started to subside, he looked up at the naked wolf who was to be his leader. "Shower up and get back to your cell. You're one of us now. If you need us, we'll be there. If we need you, you'll answer without question." Step said, breaking out into a grin, absentmindedly rubbing at his sheath where the hidden ring had stretched it "And from what I've seen, I'm definitely going to be needing you."

Title: High School Transformation: Ch 5 Phillip,Kyle, and the Team by the roo Tags: Anal, Bull, Football, Horse, M/M, Magic, Oral, Stallion, Transformation, straight to gay Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff Story retyped: 5/28/2011 Phillip and Kyle were both major players of the high school varsity team. Phillip was six feet tall with brown hair and Kyle was five foot eleven with blonde hair. Both were still fit despite Kyle had a bit of a belly. Kyle was the right tackle of the football team while Phillip was the left tackle. Both were at practice as the sun set and Corban, along with all his newly claimed pets, walked along the hill that over looked the practice field, all standing in near human form. Today was a skirmish between their team and one from the nearest school district. The entire team loved these practice skirmishes because they could hit hard without worry about injuring their own players. The rest of the team like the freshman got the day off, sitting along the sideline in their pads, just watching. Their star quarterback, Charlie, a short guy with tanned skin and long black hair, was especially ready to show off his skills. He didn't look like the football type, but he was definitely one of their bests. Corban raised his brows and grinned evilly as the two teams came together to start the skirmish. The center of the field had four stripes of color, black and purple, and streaks of gold and red. "Ed...take hold of me, I'm about to get very tired..." The tall, black haired mind slave took hold of his masters arms as he was instructed, just as Corban lifted his arms and opened his eyes and jaw as much as he could. The players on the field did not seem notice as a thick black cloud formed over the field, a bizarre thunder rolling. But as lightning struck the skies, they at first began to scatter. It was far too late for them now. A ghostly wisp expelled from almost every orifice on Corban's body and overcame the field. As it struck the players, some fell to their knees; others threw themselves at each other, trying to rip the other's clothes off like animals. Phillip and Kyle were two of the few who would watch in horror as the men around them contorted, changed, or brutally raped each other. The freshman on the sidelines had collapsed for unknown reasons, not having to endure the sight that would have been before them. Trembling, Kyle raised his gloved hand to watch as his hands grew and easily split the material, his skin stretching before fading into a blackened tone. He looked to his left to see Phillip kneeling on the ground with his helmet dug into the muddy field. His ass was jutting towards the sky as high pitched squeals left his throat, the dude sounded like a horse! "I gotta... I gotta get my pants off!" The jock was trying to push down his pants, but much like Kyle, his hands were changing against his will. With one last thrust of his ass, the stud neighed loudly from his human mouth as a chocolate brown tail sprouted from his pants, flicking back and forth happily until it had reached its full length. Kyle looked around himself in fear. One of his fellow team mates had pinned down a guy from the other team, apparently fucking the hell out of him. "NO, please stop, UNGH!" Whatever he was thrusting into the guy wasn't human! It looked about a foot long each time it pulled out and had a flat flopping head. Neighing loudly, the guy plowed his victim one last time as jets of jizz shot from the abused asshole. But it wasn't over! The guy flapped his lips as soon as the horse man pulled out. Turning around on his knees, he grabbed hold of his abuser's cock and ripped off his own helmet. What was behind it was a forming horse head which had lust in its eyes. Within moments he was gagging down his once rapists cum. "Do you like what you see?" Kyle turned his head, only to be met with Phillip's twelve inch, horse hung cock, giant melon like balls hanging beneath it. Gasping, Kyle made his first mistake as his once best friend shoved the monster cock down his throat. Though he was still mostly human besides the tail and cock, Phillip's mind easily gave into the beast like control. Kyle's eyes widened as he gagged on thick leather like meat as the changing man fucked his face. It gave him a good view of two more beast men breeding nearby. A sort of Minotaur like guy in black and purple uniform had flipped a half horse man in gold and red onto his back and was holding his hoofed ankles up into the air as he violently raped him. "NeeeNOOOO, NEEEEIIGH!" Struggling to fight it, the horse man finally gave in and started pumping his fat dick, ramming his ass back against the bull man who was nearly finished his change. Throwing Kyle on his stomach, Phillip easily tore at his bitch's pants with his new found strength, exposing Kyle's new bulbous horse ass and pink pucker. Smacking the ass, Phillip gave off a heavy neigh as his face contorted, forming his chocolate brown equine snout, snorting out of his big black round nostrils while his cock grinded in Kyle's ass crack as his butt cheeks sprouted little golden hairs to match that of his head. "OH FUCK....YEAH!" An oh shit look fell over the jock's face as he couldn't believe what he just shouted out. Twitching his butt and gladly grinding against that teasing horse meat, Kyle flapped his lips as a pink nub stretched from his tail bone before sprouting blonde hairs that grew into a thick veil of horse hair. Without wasting any more time, Philip grabbed hold of Kyle's ass and filled him full of horse. All around them the field was full of moans, neighs, and bull cries, easily pushing aside the once sad cries of mercy from men. Phillip's transformation quickened as he came close to busting a nut in the new stud's ass beneath him. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming....ree hee hee he!" Grabbing Kyle's shoulders, his hips bucked into the gold stallion, tapping smooth equine sacs together. Watery cream sprayed out of the rim of Kyle's pucker, dripping down his leg. But he didn't feel full until he could literally feel something sliding along inside Phillip's shaft. It was a plug, a kind of cum that filled up a mare when a stud was ready to breed her. Snorting from his large nostrils, Phillip leaned towards Kyle's ears as they shifted to his head, becoming long and pointed, "Cry for your stud." Sharply pulling his cock out of Kyle's ass, Kyle whinnied loudly, slamming his feet back as the pressure in his ass disappeared. Like paper, the stud's new hooves burst from his football cleats, leaving them not but a heap of leather on the field. Kyle grunted, his blonde main falling before his eyes, soaking up the sweat of sex which was now running down his snout to his pinking nose and lips. Looking around, he licked his lips with his thick pink tongue, watching horses and bulls slow fuck as they were just finishing up their wild sessions of sex, hot wet slurping sounds coming from assholes and shafts. The golden stallion didn't feel quite finished yet. Lowering his equine snout, he looked down at his own horse cock which was throbbing between the rims of his pants, the band pleasurably grinding up against it. The sounds of groans caught his attention, causing his ears to flap. On the sides of the field, the freshman teams were just starting to wake. A young freshman with short black hair and adorable blue eyes looked up, resting on all fours to see a massive figure standing over him, it was Kyle. "Welcome to your high school initiation..." As ruthless as Phillip had been with him, Kyle placed his hoofed fingertips on the back of the kid's head and forced him down onto the raging horse cock. Other freshman watched in terror, they couldn't do anything else; their bodies seemed to be frozen on all fours. One after another, the transformed varsity team line up in front of a freshman, giving them a taste of what they had experienced. Corban collapsed as soon as the spell had worked itself deep into the minds of everyone on the field. Or so he thought. As Ed helped him to his feet, he spotted a figure in football jersey and pads fleeing into the nearby park woods, giving off a very irritated neigh. "No one escapes THAT easily..." For now he could do nothing about the single survivor, not after turning a field of football jocks into a field of butt fucking bulls and studs.

Title: Me and My Big Mouth Tags: male, blow job, first time, camping, reluctant "I'm not sure I can do this." I said as I looked up from my knees at Dave. "Well, you're the one who offered ya know." "Yeah, I know but you were going on and on about being horny and were keeping me awake." "You could have just said 'be quiet'." I knelt there in the living room of Dave's apartment in silence. I didn't know where to look. Looking up at his face felt weird. Looking straight ahead had me staring straight at his semi erect cock. And looking down at the floor felt submissive than looking up at him. I closed my eyes and stayed silent. "Well, Jayson, what was it you *did* say when you could have just said 'be quiet' or better yet nothing." Dave continued. We had been camping along the Oregon Coast when the conversation turned to women. I've been dating Amy for a few years now with plans to get married when we finish college. Dave had just broken up with the girl he had been dating since high school. It was about midnight and he was going on and on about how Diana had fucked him over, cheating on him, and as a result he hadn't had sex now in about three weeks and how horny he was. He ranted for about an hour all the while keeping me awake. "For god's sake Dave, it's midnight and I'm tired. Go to sleep. If you let me get some sleep *I'll* suck your dick when we get home? Will that work?" I said in frustration. "Okay." And with that Dave rolled over and was soon asleep. I had forgotten all about the incident until we got back to his place a few days later. "Come in and we can shower first." Dave said as we pulled into his parking spot. "Shower? First? For what? I want to go home and see Amy." "Before you blow me." "Wait? What?!" Dave turned and looked at me as he got out of the truck. At that moment I remembered what I had said. *FUCK!!* The word repeated over and over inside my head! "Come on Jayson. Lock up the truck and let's go." I really didn't think he was serious. I figured he'd back out so I wasn't *too* worried. Dave was already in the shower by the time I locked up the truck and grabbed my clothes bag and got to his apartment. I called into the bathroom to ask if he wanted coffee. I needed some after the long drive home. I made a pot and waited for him to finish. He walked out wrapped in a towel and told me the shower was mine. While showering I got to wondering if Dave really was serious about this. I started thinking about how Amy sucked my dick and how I would do it if I had to. I was still hoping he would back out. I felt my cock start to get hard! I quickly attributed it to thinking about Amy blowing me and not me blowing Dave. I cranked the water to cold until my boner was gone. I dried off and headed toward the smell of coffee. Dave had poured my coffee and left it on the counter. When I walked into the living room he was sitting in a chair watching a porn movie. SWELL! A towel was draped across his lap and beneath it I could clearly see the outline of his hard on. "Why don't you leave your towel on the floor there, Jayson? You probably won't need it." I hesitated but eventually I let go of the towel and it slid to the floor. I stood there naked holding my coffee cup and feeling very naked. I imagined the scene in my head and thought how absurd I must look. Although I thought if it was a woman this scene would be incredibly hot. I glanced at the TV to see a gorgeous Asian chick sucking off a guy dressed as a cop. Against my wishes my dick began to stir as I watched her lavish his cock with attention. I looked at my coffee. I tried to force my boner to go down. I didn't want there to be *any* assumptions I was enjoying this. I stood there fascinated at the oily sheen on the surface of my coffee. I was hoping if I didn't move or make a sound Dave would sense my unease or come to his senses and forget this whole thing. "Come over here and kneel down Jayson." FUCK!! No such luck about him coming to his senses. My body began walking toward him before my brain said it was okay. It felt as if my legs had a mind of their own. When my knees bent and I found myself kneeling between his legs I felt like I was in a trance. Dave pulled the towel aside and I was up close and personal with another guys dick for the first time. And that brings us back to my current situation of kneeling in silence. "You really want me to do this? I know what I said but you really want this?" "Look. I'm so horny I don't care who sucks my dick. I need to cum and my hand is beginning to leave indents on my cock." Dave repositioned himself in the chair by moving his body forward until his balls were hanging down and his butt was half off the cushion. I watched as his balls swayed just a foot or two from my face. Staring at a nut sack from this vantage point was unique. I had only seen my own from above. Dave must have shaved in the shower because the territory before me was devoid of any hair. "Come on Jayson. Amy is going to be wondering where you are." *What the hell would Amy say if she ever got wind of this? What would anyone say? FUCK!!* "Dave, you have to promise me no one, *NO ONE*, will EVER find out about this. Okay?" I said emphatically. "Yeah. Sure, okay. But let's not make this an all-day event okay. Get on with it already!" "Are you going to watch?' "Fuck no! I'm going to watch this movie and imagine the mouth attached to my cock is that little Asian hottie!" Okay. Well that made me feel a *little* better. I haltingly reached out and cupped his scrotum with my hand. I raised my hand to gently lift his balls. They felt heavy. Probably full of cum I thought apprehensively. My fingers gently curled around his sack. Dave moaned as I held his balls. "Your hand is warm from the coffee cup. It feels good." I wasn't sure whether to be happy or repulsed. I had just brought pleasure to another dude by touching his balls. It was easier to be happy about it and I continued. I began to tickle the back side of his sack with my nails and finger tips by curling my fingers toward me as I cupped his balls with my hand. Dave let out another moan and rocked his hips back and forth. He was grinding his butt into the cushion as he did. Emboldened, I let go of his balls and took hold of his cock. It felt smooth and hard in my hand. I ran my fingers over the shaft. Like a layer of rubber over a piece of steel. Holding someone else's cock was completely different than holding my own. When I held mine, I could feel the sensations in my cock. However, holding Dave's cock, the sensations where in my hand and fingers. I was able to feel the vein on the bottom as well as the soft spongy head. I ran my hands up and down the entire length. I quickly glanced up at Dave. His head was back and his eyes were closed. When I looked back down a drop of pre-cum was oozing from the tip. I squeezed the head to make the liquid come out then ran my finger over the slit to gather it up. I swirled it around between my index finger and thumb. "Taste it." I looked up again to see Dave watching me. "Lick your fingers. How does it taste?" I did as I was told and licked my fingers tasting his pre-cum. "Like nothing really. Maybe a little salty but no real taste." I said. Surprised at my own casual description of tasting another man. "Okay, continue." "I thought you said you weren't going to watch?" "The movie ended and I was switching to a new one and glanced down." "Okay." I took hold of the shaft and began to jerk his cock off. It was an odd sensation moving my hand in a way I was unaccustomed to. I was pulling my hand toward me rather than away from me as I do when I jerk off. It took a few strokes for me to get a smooth rhythm going but I did. I was beginning to enjoy this. Dave moaned again and moved his hips in the chair. This time his butt rose from the cushion while he let out a deep sigh. I watched as his hands gripped the arms of the chair. I was doing this! I was really doing this and Dave was getting excited by my actions. This time I was happy. Repulsion never entered my mind. I was getting into this. I wondered if Amy felt the same way when she got me off? "Stop playing Jayson. I'm getting close and need to cum!" I had come this far to back down and really wanted to finish this. I rose up on my knees and leaned forward. Dave put his hand on my head and guided my mouth down to his cock. I held his shaft still while giving the head a long slow lick. Picking up a large drop of pre-cum in the process. "Are you expecting me to swallow it?" "Of course! You already tasted it? What's the big deal?" Secretly I was hoping he said that. I wanted to taste it, to feel it in my mouth, to swallow it. But I didn't want Dave to know I wanted to. I wanted him to tell me to do it. I opened my mouth and started working my way down his shaft. He was a little longer and thicker than me. Regardless of his size and my size this was the first dick I ever sucked so really, I had not point of reference. My lips wrapped around him and I slowly worked my head up and down. Once I got the motion down and my confidence up I began to pick up the pace as well as the amount of cock I was able to get into my mouth. A loud moan came from above me and Dave's hips rose from the chair pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I could hear his breathing get heavier and quicker. I was feeling proud of myself. I increased my up and down motion and continued to force as much of his meat into my mouth as possible. My hands found their way down to his balls and began to gently massage them. I could hear his breathing get more intense as his hips rose off the cushion and did a mid-air wiggle before setting back down. A low growl came from above. His shaft was slick with my saliva and his pre-cum and glided effortlessly over my lips and into my face. Dave let out a sound somewhere between a scream, a growl, and a moan. I felt his scrotum contract and his balls move. I slowed my head motions and waited for him to erupt. The first blast of cum caught me by surprise! As did the second. Before I could swallow, a bit of cum escaped my mouth and ran down my chin. I managed to swallow the next blast as well as the remainder of his cum. I pulled my head back from his shaft and quickly licked my chin. I noticed a pearl sized drop of cum emerging from the slit and I quickly licked that up before clamping my lips over his glistening dick again. I gently began to suck the rest of the cum from his balls until he pushed me away. Dave sighed in contentment as he sat there with his head back and eyes closed. "My god that was one incredible blow job, Jayson. Have you ever done that before?" He asked. "No. Never. That was my one and only." "Well, if you ever need to suck another cock again I am always available for a repeat performance." "We'll see about that. But it looks like you're ready to go again now." I said jokingly as I reached down and took hold of his dick that was again getting hard. I was shocked at myself for so casually touching his cock. "Maybe next time I'll fuck you, Jayson." He said as he slapped my naked ass. "We could always skip camping and just spend a few days of me taking care of you. But for now, I have to get home to Amy." I said as I took a sip of cool coffee and wiped my face on his towel. The End?

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation, Male Inflation, Implied Popping, blowkiss, deflation, inhale, revenge Text: Leslie awoke, but didn't open her eyes at first. She no longer felt Roger's weight on her. She was lying flat on her back now, to whatever extent she still had a back. Best as she'd been able to tell, her body had been one giant curve before she went to sleep. She wiggled her fingers, breaking into a grin as she realized she could move her hands freely once again. Her feet were similarly mobile. Moving her arms and legs proved somewhat less fruitful. She could wiggle them some, causing her to wobble in place and displacing the air inside her, but bending simply wasn't happening. Leslie was still somewhat heartened. At least now she could distinctly feel that she had limbs. Taking a deep breath through lips that she could feel were still significantly plumper than normal, she steeled herself in preparation for viewing her current condition. Leslie opened her eyes. "Holy shit, my tits are huge!" she cried out, then laughed at the absurdity of her response. She was used to her breasts growing larger when she inhaled, but she'd never had the opportunity to appreciate her pneumatically enhanced mammaries. Previously she'd never stayed inflated very long, and last night she'd gotten so huge that they were stretched to near nonexistence across the vast surface of her body. But she'd shrunk down considerably while she'd slept. Now her breasts stood out from her body as two towering, swollen domes blocking most of her view. She couldn't even see the rest of her torso. "I've — I've deflated." Not completely, that was obvious. Looking to the left and right, marvelling at her reclaimed ability to turn her head, she could see her hugely distended arms tapering to hands that had returned to their normal size. Leslie was still massive by any reasonable estimation, even though she was a mere fraction of her former size. She looked more like an overinflated doll, whereas before she'd been a weather balloon with feet. She smiled, laughing with relief. "You're awake," Roger said as he approached. "And in good spirits by the sound of it." "I'm not a blimp anymore," Leslie said. "I was worried I might be stuck like that." He leaned over her and kissed her, gently stroking her tousled red locks. "Good morning." "Yes," she said. "Yes, it is." "You started getting smaller around midnight while you were asleep," he said, looking her over. "Somehow the air was leaking out." "Enjoying the view?" she asked cocking an eyebrow. Roger quickly turned his gaze from her enormous bosom and back to her face. "By the sound of things, so were you." "Don't change the subject," she chided. "They are rather — enticing," he said. "And large." He reached out to gently press a hand to her colossal bosom and could clearly hear Leslie's sharp intake of breath in response. It was a fascinating sight. "Large" was an incredible understatement. His hand looked so small against the vast, pale surface of her breast. And although her dark pink areola was vastly diminished in size from last night, it was still far too large for him to cover it. And despite being swollen to several times its normal size, her nipple still looked absurdly small by comparison. Her flesh was soft and yielded easily to his touch. Her pale skin was smooth and showed no distress from having been so impossibly overstretched. There were sharp transitions to a darker shade where her swimsuit hadn't shielded her from the sun the previous day. At her current size, the rhythmic rise and fall of Leslie's chest was barely discernible, but had noticeably quickened at Roger's touch. Roger turned his attention to Leslie's face once again. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, her freckled cheeks blushing. "That feels a lot better than I was expecting," she breathed. "Do you want to?" Roger asked. "It would be a bit cumbersome, but you're small enough now that we could probably manage it." It felt strange to describe Leslie as "small" in her current state, but recent events had greatly altered Roger's sense of scale. Leslie bit her lip nervously. "I do, but I don't?" she said. "I mean, I bet it would be amazing, but this is all pretty new to me. It's definitely something I'd want to explore. But right now I really feel like a balloon, and I'm a little apprehensive about how a balloon might respond to a vigorous poking." "As you wish," Roger said with a chuckle. "Coffee?" "Coffee sounds wonderful." While the coffee was brewing, Roger made several attempts at standing her up. It was to no avail. With her decreased mobility Leslie was unable to maintain her balance. Even a small shift in weight resulted in a slow-motion fall and gentle bouncing. "At least I have built-in airbags," Leslie joked. They decided that the best course of action was to lean her against the sofa so she could be comfortable and mostly upright. She could hear the clink of ceramic and silverware as Roger prepared the coffee, but with her back to the kitchen she couldn't see him. It was frustrating. Will he remember? Cream, no sugar? This was the sort of thing she'd normally handle herself, but now couldn't. After taking a sip to make sure it had sufficiently cooled, Roger brought the mug to her lips. She smiled. "Good?" Roger asked. "You remembered." "Of course. Now, what would you like for breakfast?" While Roger was cleaning up after breakfast, he heard Leslie grunting in the living room. He went to investigate and found Leslie flexing her arms. She'd strain to lift them as much as possible, then let them fall back to their resting position, sticking out nearly straight from her body. She'd repeat the process, bending them forward, then down, then up again. "Under the circumstances, I think it's okay for you to skip a day of aerobics," Roger said. "I'm trying to force the air out faster," Leslie responded. "Do you want me to help?" Roger offered. "I could — squeeze you?" "Squeeze me? What, you're not going to roll me to the juicing room first?" she teased. "There's no juice in there, that's air," he countered. "Besides, my juicing room's out of commission. The living room will have to do." "That's alright," Leslie said with a laugh. "Honestly, I have no idea if this is speeding things up. But I'd rather do something besides sit here and wait." "Whatever makes you feel better." He kissed her cheek. "Let me know if there's anything I can do for you." "Could you put something on the television? I could use the distraction." "Certainly." As much as she would have liked her thoughts to reflect the cheesy levity playing out in the sitcoms she was watching, Leslie couldn't keep her mind from wandering into unpleasant places. She knew that Roger had only meant it as a lighthearted quip and it was completely irrational for her to read anything more into it, but his comment about the juicing room had left her unsettled. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was one of her favorite movies. She'd long felt a deep kinship with Violet Beauregarde, and her recent experiences had strengthened that connection. In the movie, Wonka stated that Violet had to be juiced immediately lest she explode. Had the juicing room not been available, that scene would have had a much darker tone to it. What if Violet hadn't been juiced in time? What if Roger hadn't let go in time? Leslie pushed the thoughts away and concentrated her attention on her arms. She could already feel her range of motion increasing as the air slowly left her. After several episodes, Leslie wanted to test her progress. "Roger, could you help me up?" He lifted her from the couch and stood her upright. "Okay, gonna let you go now." Roger took a step back. Leslie swayed a bit, but managed to adjust and remain vertical. "I can stand!" she cried out overjoyed. Her spirits lifting, Leslie's ambitious drive was returning. She shifted her weight to left, lifting her right foot. Carefully, she swung it forward. And set it down. She then shifted right and brought her left foot forward. "Oh my God, I can walk!" "Where do you want to go first?" Roger asked. "The bedroom," Leslie replied. "Changed your mind about some pneumatic naughtiness?" Leslie was already lumbering away from him, so he couldn't see the look of consternation on her face. "No. I'm exhausted from that workout. Now that I can, I want to sleep in an actual bed." As it turned out, regaining the ability to walk wasn't the only hurdle she had to clear to get to the bed. She was too big around to make it through the doorway on her own. Roger had to pull her through the doorway sideways. She just barely squeezed through, and nearly smothered herself with her own bosom in the process. He helped her onto the bed and laid a sheet on top of her. It couldn't completely cover her, but she didn't even notice. By the time the sheet was in place, she was already snoring. Leslie awoke to a number of pleasant surprises. Most of the air had left her. Her limbs were still quite puffy, but she could easily bend her knees and elbows now. And to top it off, most of the air that remained had settled in places where she was naturally curvy. Even though she still had a prominent paunch, her hugely swollen breasts and backside gave her the most exaggerated hourglass figure she'd ever seen. It's a bit much, but I guess getting blown up isn't all bad. Admiring her new shape in the mirror, she gave a quick shimmy and watched with amusement as her various swells quivered and jiggled long after she'd stopped. The end of Leslie's ordeal was in sight. She was still comically curvaceous, but she didn't mind much. At least she could now move with relative freedom and easily fit through doorways. She was no longer trapped in her own body and could leave the house if she wanted to. Assuming she could find clothes that fit, of course. But her first order of business was to get a shower. She giggled at the loud patter of droplets against her swollen body as she sudsed herself up. The warm water and fragrant foam relaxed her. She revelled in her ability to reach most of her body; she would never again take that for granted. Leslie searched through her drawer to see if she had any clothes that were stretchy enough to accommodate her. Of the few garments that she had any chance of squeezing into, most weren't capable of providing much coverage. Leslie suddenly realized that her sense of modesty had returned. She hadn't even noticed its departure. It wasn't that she'd quite literally had bigger things to worry about. She'd been naked since she burst out of her swimsuit yesterday, but she didn't feel naked when she was round. Now that her areolae were smaller than serving platters, she felt the need to cover them. Underwear simply wasn't an option yet. She didn't even try. After an extended struggle, Leslie was able to stretch her leggings over her enormous posterior, and over the audible protests of the garment's seams. Thank God for spandex. She gave up on her tops and borrowed one of Roger's t-shirts. It covered her boobs, but left her bulging midriff exposed. Although she'd finally reached some minimal level of decency, she was reconsidering the wisdom of leaving the house. She was quite large, but she didn't appear fat. Her firm, gravity-defying curves reflected her preposterous reality; she was a living balloon, and would certainly look the part to a casual observer. "So what?" she mused, defiant. It's not like being inflatable was a crime. She'd puffed herself up in front of people many times before, but never to this extent. She'd always limited herself to a size that people would dismiss. It was amazing what people could rationalize when faced with the impossible. Inflating that beachball for Roger was the first time she'd let someone see her pumped up to the point that her true nature was undeniable. "And look where that got you," she grumbled, giving her gigantic boob a squeeze. Strangers would stare, but likely just assume that she was some kind of freak of nature. But if she was recognized by anyone who knew her, her secret would be out. She couldn't risk more people knowing. Leslie sighed. She'd have to stay hidden away in Roger's home for a bit longer. "Mmmm," she purred as she emerged from the bedroom. "That smells wonderful!" "My cooking skills aren't exactly top notch, but I figured I could manage a passable lasagna," Roger said. He had just set the pan down. His jaw dropped when saw Leslie's new curves. "Still enjoying the view?" she asked with a grin. "After all, they're a lot smaller than they were this morning." "So's the rest of you. But I have to say, I'm liking the proportions." He pulled her in close for a kiss, running his hands over rounded bottom. "What do you think?" Leslie glanced down at her bulging cleavage. She was so big, Roger couldn't get close without her breasts squeezing against his chest. "I know I look and feel pretty impressive, but this is a bit overboard. But at the rate I'm shrinking, I think I'll be at a pretty fun size by the time we're done with dinner." "So maybe after dinner, we could have some dessert?" Roger asked hopefully. Leslie licked her lips. "Maybe," she chirped. He pulled out a chair for her and they sat down for dinner. "Thank you," Leslie said as Roger refilled her wine glass. "Dinner was wonderful, by the way." "You're quite welcome," he replied. "You're lucky I'm such a good sport," Leslie said. "I can't imagine any other woman being so understanding after her boyfriend blew her up." "Technically, you blew yourself up," Roger corrected her. "Is that really a hair that you wanna try to split, mister?" Leslie glared at him sternly. "Okay, okay." He held up his hands in surrender. "And you're right. I am lucky in so many ways. Honestly, I'm surprised you're not furious with me." "I am. Kind of." Leslie was so deeply conflicted it was hard for her to think straight. Despite her generally bold nature, she'd never been aggressive about pushing the limits of her ability. She had no idea what would happen if she went too far. Sure, she might just spring a leak and deflate like a cartoon character. But she knew all too well what happened when you put one puff too many into a balloon. And you never know how many is too many until it's too late. But now thanks to Roger she knew her capacity far exceeding anything she'd ever imagined. There was so much to explore in her newly broadened horizons. A day had passed, and she was almost completely back to normal; everything had worked out in the end. But what if it hadn't? Things could have easily gone horribly, catastrophically wrong. And Leslie couldn't purge that possibility from her mind. "Good. You should be," he said. "I shouldn't have done what I did. My curiosity got the better of me, but I should have just asked you about your talent. Not doing so is one of my two great regrets from last night." "One of two?" Leslie asked. "What was the other one?" "We never determined if you could fill that really big beach ball in one breath." "Are you serious?" Leslie scoffed. "After watching me blow myself up to the size of a weather balloon, do you really think that puny thing would give me any trouble at all?" "So we're in agreement now that you blew yourself up?" "Hair," she snapped. "You're right, what was I thinking?" Roger conceded. "Having seen what I've seen, it would be foolish for me to question your capabilities." "You really don't think I can, do you?" "I'm sure you can," Roger said. "But at its rated maximum size it's over six feet across, and it can probably handle a bit more—" "I was definitely more than six feet wide last night," Leslie retorted. "Definitely," Roger agreed. "I'm six feet tall, and you were a little taller than me." "Just a little?" Leslie asked, tersely. "Well, we never actually measured you," he said. "Fine," she said, setting her glass down. "We can settle once and for all just how much I'm capable of. Go get it." "Maybe we should settle this later, after you've fully deflated." "No, we're going to settle this right now," Leslie growled. "Get the ball." "You don't have to —" "Now." "Okay," Roger said. It was all he could do to keep from smiling. Leslie was definitely getting back to normal; her competitive nature always got the best of her. They returned to the living room, where Roger fetched the beach ball for her. "You stand over there so I can keep an eye on you." Leslie pointed toward the couch. "There will be no funny business this time." "Of course." Roger stepped aside. Holding the beach ball in one hand, Leslie closed her eyes and inhaled. Her already distended body plumped up even more. Her her chest rose, her breasts billowed, her belly ballooned forth. Her shirt rode up, revealing more of her expanding form. Leslie's eyes snapped open; her steady intake of breath turned into a series of frantic gasps, her arms windmilling in panic. It took Roger a moment to realize what had happened; she was already swollen when she started, and had inadvertently puffed herself up to the point where she couldn't properly maintain her stance. She'd lost her balance and was slowly listing forward. "I've got you!" Roger shouted as he ran to her. He reached out to halt her descent, mostly winding up with two armfuls of Leslie's billowing boobs. "Oops," he said sheepishly. He looked up at Leslie's bemused expression and realized that she'd stopped inhaling. Suddenly, and with astonishing agility, Leslie grabbed his head with both hands, pulled him close, and brought their mouths together. Quickly, but not quickly enough, Roger realized she didn't intend to kiss him. Leslie blew. It all happened so fast. A torrent of air rushed down his throat. First his torso surged outward, his belt painfully cinching his midsection. The seams of his jeans growled and popped as the increasing girth of his legs overwhelmed their strength. Through no accord of his own, his arms straightened, releasing his hold on Leslie's bosom. They slowly rose as they filled, bursting his shirt's stitches. Roger tried to scream against the onslaught of Leslie's exhalation, but only produced the faintest of muffled squeaks. His attempted cries were fueled by both fear and pain; his waist was still held in the death-grip of his belt, while his bodily continued to expand above and below. The pressure was immense; something would have to give, and soon. Bang! The belt made a noise like a gunshot when it finally failed. It flew to a far corner of the living room as Roger's middle rushed outward with a loud bwoom. He was pretty sure he could feel Leslie giggling at the noise. He allowed himself to feel the briefest moment of relief; freed from his constraint, he didn't feel nearly as full anymore. Leslie seemed to take this as a challenge. "Mmmrrph!" Leslie blew even harder, and Roger ballooned even faster. His body rounded out, steadily absorbing his limbs as the ceiling grew ever closer. When he was nearly spherical, he felt the pressure within him rising. The swelling spread to his furthest extremities; first his hands puffed up, then his feet. He could even feel his manhood filling and stretching. Finally, his cheeks began to bulge, pushing Leslie's hands apart. He was running out of places to grow. With a rising sense of terror, Roger wondered whether Leslie would stop before it was too late. He was certain that point was mere moments away when Leslie finally relented. She released her hold on him before heaving one final gust of breath. "Wow, I wasn't sure that would work," Leslie said. She looked down at herself with a mix relief and disappointment. While blowing into Roger she had completely deflated. Although she was happy to be back to her normal, petite self, she missed having a bit more more bounce to her figure. It looked like Roger was trying flail about in panic, but his struggles only resulted in a bit of slow rocking. "Wh-what...what have..." It was only with great effort that Roger could utter even that little bit. His face and lips were hugely swollen. "What have I done?" she asked. "Let me clear that up for you. I blew you up. See? Simple. No hairs to split here." "B-b-but...why?" "Why? Why? Do you really have to ask that after what you put me through?" "I'm so sorry..." Leslie had been wondering how long it would take for Roger to actually apologize for what he'd done to her. At this point the words felt as hollow as Roger himself. "You damned well better be! I could have been hurt! I could have been stuck as a living blimp forever! I could have fucking exploded!" Leslie trembled, blinking back tears of rage. "So I think you've earned this. We can call it even now." "I feel like I'm —" "About to burst?" Leslie finished for him, giving his drum-taut skin a soft pat. "I know, I've been your shoes before, remember?" Although Leslie had to admit to herself that the shoes seemed to be fitting Roger much more tightly than they did her. It made sense; Leslie had been inflating for most of her life before her big blowup. This was Roger's first time, and she'd made him huge. She'd assumed that since Roger was a bigger person than she was, he could handle more air. At his highest point he nearly touched the ceiling; he was significantly larger than she'd been and he appeared to be under much more stress. As frighteningly firm as his body felt, she wouldn't dare try to climb on top of him. Roger's reaction echoed her concerns. The pressure inside him greatly magnified the sensation of her gentle touch. "Please, d-don't! I'm too full!" "Calm down, you'll be fine," she said. "You'll just have to wait it out like I did. Maybe this can be a learning experience for you as well." "Help," he whimpered. "It's too much! I can't--" "And don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for what I've learned from this," she continued, dismissing his fearful cries. "Now I know that I can stay inflated and that I can deflate afterwards. And I can inflate other people. That's amazing! I just know I'm going to get myself into so much trouble with that." Roger found her gleeful grin and wide-eyed excitement to be more than a little disconcerting. "And I meant what said this morning. I'm really looking forward to finding out how it feels to make love while inflated. But that won't be today," Leslie said with a sigh, "and it won't be with you." "What?" "We're done, Roger. Maybe in time I could forgive you, but I'll never be able to really trust you. I think it's for the best if I just grab my things and go." "No! Please, don't leave me like this! I'll — uuurrrrrghh!" Roger clamped his eyes shut and clenched his teeth as his body shuddered, groaned, and swelled. "Oh shit!" Leslie reflexively took a step back; as he grew, Roger's skin had flushed to an alarming shade of pink. Is he right? Did I go too far? What if he can't hold all that air in? "On second thought, I can get new things," she said, her voice quavering. She picked up her purse and quickly walked to the front door. She wouldn't want to be anywhere nearby if something precipitous were to happen. "No!" Roger screamed. "Goodbye, Roger." Leslie shut the door behind her. Really not sure how I feel about this one. I guess that makes it a fitting sequel for Leslie's Blowup. Leslie's Blowup is one of my more popular stories overall, and has the most favorites on my DeviantArt account by a huge margin. Readers have described as "sweet", "cute", and "romantic". So I took a swing a writing a sequel that would cover what happened the day after Leslie inflated. I ran into problems. Leslie's Blowup only works as a happy story because of how Leslie reacts to Roger making her inflate. She doesn't freak out, she doesn't get angry, she calmly accepts her situation and adopts a "we'll have to wait and see what happens" attitude. This is an incredibly charitable response under the circumstances. This is only credible because Leslie's established as having years of experience with inflation. What happened was just an extreme version of what she'd done many times before. And while not being able to deflate as she usually did was alarming, Leslie is a sensible woman; becoming panicked or enraged when one is helpless and vulnerable isn't constructive. I've written a few times in the past about the willfulness of my characters. They have their own ideas and their own desires; they don't always follow direction. So while I wanted to write a sequel in the same vein as the original, Leslie had other ideas. While she waited to deflate, Leslie didn't have much to do besides contemplate her situation. And during that time she developed some rather strong opinions. Eventually, she felt free to express those opinions. In short, Leslie was pissed. And she had good reason to be. When you get right down to it, Roger assaulted and forced her to inflate to a massive size when he had little knowledge of the nature her ability and no knowledge of its limitations. She could have suffered permanent harm. She could have taken days or months or years to fully deflate. She could have popped. By any reasonably objective evaluation, Roger was a reckless asshole who very well could have murdered his girlfriend. That she escaped the ordeal safe and unscathed was incredibly fortunate, and not an outcome that Roger could have predicted with even the tiniest certainty. So Leslie wanted payback.

Title: Believe Me Nora Ch. 01 Tags: pregnant, bi-male, bisexual male, gay first time, male masterbation, masterbation, office lust, pregnant belly cumshot, cumshot *Authors Notes: This is the chapter 1 of the first 2 chapters currently written. This has a lot of gay/bi male, will lead into gay/bi female. If these offend you please just move on. The two primary female characters are also pregnant and that plays a large role in the story as well. I originally started writing this story for a pregnant girl I was dating, but eventually it just involved into a story of my own desires, this is the most personal erotica I've ever written as it touches on 2 of my 3 primary fetishes. I hope you enjoy :)* \* Zane sighed at Nora for what felt like the hundredth time, "Nora, you are not fat, you're lovely, amazing even." "I'm huge, I look like I swallowed a watermelon and it replicated itself or something," she pointed at her bulging belly, large enough that she was likely in her third trimester and quite possibly weeks or even days from popping out their first child. "You're pregnant, you're supposed to have a large belly, and it is gorgeous, I don't know why you won't believe me. Any man who thought otherwise would be a retard, I don't know what I have to do to prove to you that you are," he sighed. The conversation continued like that, until he finally threw his hands up in exasperation and left her to mull in her pregnant depression. Zane knew he had to do something, it couldn't be good for her or the baby to be in such a state all the time, he had tried all kinds of things. Just the day before he'd woken her up with breakfast in bed, a massage and a lovely session of rather intense fucking. A few hours later she'd complained that he'd brought her food and she was just going to get fatter and fatter, that nobody thought she was attractive and he just said it because even if she was fat she was still 'a wet place to put his dick'. He wasn't just saying it though, he truly believed that his wife was as, if not more, beautiful with her swollen belly as she was without it. He knew she had some self-esteem issues anyway, she was not supermodel thin and had struggled with her weight all her life, but he liked every inch of her curvy flesh. Zane had been attracted to Nora ever since their freshman year, when they had first attended the same school. Neither had been very popular, but she'd been the straight A's type, in Drama Club and Debate Club, and always went home right after her meetings, very little social life that anyone was aware of. Zane had been practically the opposite, he'd also been unpopular, but he'd been a skater. He spent most of his after-school time getting stoned down by the cold Washington beaches, had never done better than a C in any class other than Photo and Film, and the only club he'd ever been a part of had been disbanded by the school when they had a day trip to an abortion clinic to try and get the people to let them take pictures of the aborted fetus'. Then Zane had moved away midway through their Junior year. His father had gotten a job in California, so they packed up and left. He didn't see her again until a month before graduation, when his mother uprooted their lives, left his father and moved them all back to live with his grandmother in Port Orchard. He'd finished out his last month of school at her school again, and they had three classes together. He remembered her, after a few days of classes. He recalled jerking off thinking about her. It was actually at graduation, when they were seated next to each other that he had made his move. \-- "Hey," Zane said, smiling at the woman next to him, barely a woman really. He knew her 18th had only been a week before, his own just over two months before that. "Hey," Nora said, looking over at him, having to tilt her head up a little to meet his eyes. She was barely over five feet tall, with dark brown hair cut long and worn straight. "I'm Zane, we haven't really met... I used to go here, when we were freshmen. We had Chemistry together." "I didn't have Chemistry Freshman year, you must mean somebody else." Zane sighed inside, explaining it would just be a waste of time he figured. "Maybe it was some other science-y class then, anyway, you're Nora right? You want to go out sometime? Maybe next week?" Nora blinked at him, as if she was confused, was this guy asking her out? Her? She'd been on a few dates, but they had all ended with the young man fumbling around awkwardly with her breasts and her asking to be driven home. It wasn't that Nora wasn't interested in boys, just not the ones that asked her out. She did vaguely remember Zane from Freshman year, but knew they had not had any classes together. He was cute though, dark black hair cut long in the front and short in the back. Emo they called that style, she was pretty sure, she didn't follow that sort of thing. "Alright, after Grad I'll give you my number and we can figure out when, okay?" She turned away from him and looked back to the stage, where the Principal was starting to call off names. Zane did as well, but his face was peeled with a grin, "Alright," he whispered. \-- Nora had lain awake that night, her hand buried between the cleft of her legs, her fingers rubbing hard at her clit. She had discovered masturbation when she was 11 after looking at some pornographic magazines she had found in her parents room and had been an avid fan of orgasm since that day, though it had been probably three years before she'd experienced more than the build up to one. Normally she liked something erotic to read. Occasionally she'd watch a movie, but those tended to be too loud and they just didn't entice as much if she muted them. Tonight she just needed to think of Zane walking up the isle to get his Diploma, only this time he was wearing just that smile he'd worn, not the robe, or the t-shirt and jeans he had had on underneath it. Nora parted her lips, pressing two fingers between them and pressing her palm into her clit, fingering herself furiously. Her other hand held a pillow over her face, stifling the moans that came from her mouth. She bit down into the pillow as her orgasm hit her, hard, drowning the screams of pleasure into it. \-- Zane couldn't sleep, he peeked over at his younger brother on the other side of the room. He didn't want to jerk off with his brother in the room, but he knew he had to if he was ever going to sleep, so he slipped silently out of his bed and went into the bathroom. He had hidden a dirty mag behind the toilet and he got it out. He flipped through it while he jerked himself off, but he wasn't really concentrating on it. He was thinking about Nora, her kneeling before him, her mouth and hand working furiously at his erection, her large milky white tits bouncing and jiggling with her lustful movements. He shifted a little, his legs coming more apart and his left hand slid between his legs, his finger rubbed at the spot between his anus and his balls, but then he was rubbing at his anus itself, and after a few moments of teasing himself his finger slid inside, pushing into him. It took only a few seconds of his finger in him, combined with his imagination, and his other hand stroking his cock, before he was thinking about the cum that was spraying into the toilet, instead spraying Nora in the face and dripping down onto her luscious breasts. Zane swallowed hard, he hadn't cum that much in ... well, in ever, he was pretty sure. He wiped his face off with a towel, sweating, and washed his hands off really good, then flushed the toilet and slipped out of the room, crawling into his bed. He missed California, he'd had his own room then, and a little toy he could put up his ass when he wanted to jerk off. He'd discovered a few years earlier that he liked both men and women. That had led to acquiring the toy. He'd stolen his dad's ID in order to get into the shop, then just bought it. The man behind the counter had barely even looked at him as he rang him out. \-- That had been ten years ago. Now they were married and expecting their first child. Zane had proposed after about a year of dating, they had both been attending college in Seattle at the time, though he was at a community college and she had been at the Art Institute. She finished first and had gone to work in a fancy restaurant downtown as a line chef. He'd gotten his pre-law degree at the Community College and then gone to the University of Washington for his degree in law. He had joined a firm and was currently a lesser associate, just a few years out of school. She had moved from line chef on up and was running the kitchen of the same place she'd worked since first getting out of school. And then, a few months ago, she'd found out she was pregnant. They lived in a small house north of Seattle, in Shoreline, it was big enough for them and had a small room for a nursery for the baby boy that would soon be joining them. Zane was watching Nora sleep, they'd gone to bed and she was laying there, one hand on her engorged belly, the other tucked under her head, laying on her side. She was naked, she said it was much more comfortable to sleep that way in this state, usually going for a t-shirt of his when she wasn't pregnant. What could he do to convince her, he wondered, rubbing his stubbly chin as he considered it. Then it dawned on him, she knew him too well, she knew that even if he didn't actually believe she was gorgeous as she was, that he would say so. How could she believe him if she didn't think she was? Well then he'd just have to find somebody else to prove to her that she wasn't fat and ugly like this. Zane laid down, he knew that just having somebody tell her she was beautiful would not be enough, there had to be proof. He chewed at his lip thinking about how to do it, but he fell asleep before anything came to him. The next morning he woke though, and the idea was still on his mind, he looked over at her sleeping, she had rolled to face him and the blankets had slid down, so her large breasts were shown, their nipples hard and brown and pointing at him, he leaned closer and took one in his mouth. He suckled gently, a light squirt of milk took him by surprise, but he swallowed. It wasn't very tasty, but kind of erotic, he thought. Zane switched his attentions to the other nipple and his wife shifted moaning softly. "What are you doing?" Nora asked, a yawn interrupting her midway through, "We just had sex two days ago," she said, not that she wasn't horny, her pussy was veritably dripping already and he reached down, feeling that moisture between her legs. "And we both want it again, so roll over and let me show you how beautiful I think you are," Nora flushed, but did as she was told. Zane put one hand on the hip of hers that was pointed up, and slid close, rubbing his erection against her backside and then pushing at her leg to indicate she should lift it. He slid down a little and angled himself up, pressing into her pussy lips, and found his way inside of her. "No, the other hole, I want you to cum in my ass baby," Zane slid out and as his tip pressed into her tight sphincter it dawned on him... He could bring another man to bed with them, that would prove to her that she was beautiful. They had discussed it a few times, but nothing had ever come of it, he knew she wanted to watch him fuck another man though, he was surely not opposed to the idea, and it would be a big ego booster to have another man want to fuck her. Zane eased himself into her rectum, pulling down on her hip until she was full of his erection. "Why don't we have that three way we've been talking about for years?" He asked her, as he began to slowly slide himself back out of her, he wasn't sure if she had heard him, as he started pumping his hard cock in and out of her tight little ass. Nora loved having him back there, almost as much as she loved having her pussy fucked, he could see that her hand had worked it's way along the side of her pregnant belly and was fingering her clit while he fucked her tight ass. "Nora?" He asked, when she still had not responded. "No other man wants to fuck me Zane, don't be cruel," was all she said and started to pull away a little. "Yes they do," he whispered in her ear, tugging her back against him, his hand slid around her, restraining her somewhat. He knew that she wanted it, that she had only pulled away because she was upset that he had mentioned something that she thought would not happen in her current state. After a few minutes of his dick going in and out of her ass, she stopped struggling though and began to rock back into him, her hand once again returning to her clit. It was only a few minutes later that she was begging to be fucked harder and then crying out in the greatest of physical pleasures. Zane came moments later, the first few spurts filling her bottom, but he pulled out for the last one and pressed his erection to her pussy, his cum splattering over her lips and the inside of her left thigh. "Mmm," Nora wasn't ready to talk yet, but she reached down and scooped up a bit of his semen, sucking it off her fingers then turning and kissing him hard, making him taste his own cum in her mouth. Zane didn't fight it, his tongue sliding into her mouth and tasting it. She pulled back, looking at him, "You have work, go get ready, I'm gonna nap a little longer." "Alright," Zane kissed her again, "Love you," he got up, heading to the shower. \-- Tristan shifted in his seat a bit, trying his best to make sure his coworker wouldn't see the erection that was obvious in the front of his pants, the way he'd been bending over to get something out of the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet had instantly tented them. "Hey Zane," he murmured as the man walked by. They had never really spoken, other than the random greeting. "Hey," Zane responded, smiling at Tristan. Tristan looks kind of flushed, he thought, as he walked past, glancing back when he'd turned the corner. Tristan had shifted again and now Zane could see that bulge in his pants. He considered the other man for a few moments... He was a little thin and his beak nose didn't quite fit the rest of his body, but he was handsome despite of it. Zane had heard rumors that Tristan was gay, or maybe bisexual. An image of Tristan on all fours, eating out Nora while Zane fucked him up the ass spun through his mind and he could feel an erection growing in his own pants. Zane thought a moment and then grabbed one of the files out of the folder he was carrying and spun around, heading over to Tristan's desk. Zane leaned against the desk as he stepped into the cubicle that Tristan worked in, Tristan spun his chair around and had to force his mouth not to drop open when he realized he was maybe a foot away from what was quite obviously Zane's engorged cock trapped in those pants. "Hey, I know you're probably busy, but Sue is out today and I was wondering if you could make some copies for me? I need a dozen of each of these, collated and sent to everyone on this list." He offered the list and Tristan took it, clearing his throat and trying to think straight. "I have a few minutes sir, I can probably go ahead and do that for you, yea." "Thanks, Tristan. I'll have to think of a way to repay you," Zane smiled and turned away heading back to his desk. Maybe he could repay Tristan with a three way, he thought. \-- Tristan closed his eyes, he wasn't very tired but he had decided to crawl into bed anyway, he was distracted and the TV he'd been watching hadn't helped keep his mind on something other than the bulge in Zane's jeans that day. He sighed, thinking about it again was making his cock stir and he reached down running the palm of his hand over its head. Tristan had never considered himself gay, but he liked guys just as much as he liked girls and had been with just about as many of each. A lot of his gay friends said he was just a slut and in the depths of his mind he wasn't sure they were wrong. But he preferred to think that he just liked people. Tristan reached out, picked up his remote and flicked on the little TV he kept in his bedroom, the DVD in the player was already porn and so he just turned it on, beginning to slowly stroke his erection as he moved through the title screen with his other hand. The video was called 'Bareback Bi-Teens' and soon he was watching a girl suck the cock of a guy getting fucked up the ass by another guy. Tristan had seen the movie many times and fast forwarded to different scenes that he really enjoyed, the whole time stroking his erection. Maybe it was just because Zane was on his mind, but for one of the guys really reminded him of his co-worker and he couldn't help but imagine himself being pounded in the ass by Zane while eating out some girl. He was breathing a little heavy by the time he tossed his covers off and stroked his seed onto his belly, reaching out and playing with it for a moment, then licking his fingers clean and carefully getting out of bed, and heading for the shower. \-- A few days passed and Zane had spent a lot of the time thinking about Tristan and the potential of bringing the younger man home to his wife. He had considered telling her, but had decided that perhaps it would be better to just show up and let something happen. Or make something happen, but either way he thought that would be better, more of an 'ego boost' than setting something up ahead of time. He went to the effort of finding a project for Tristan to help him with, and after talking with Pat,Tristan's boss, he went to tell him. "Hey Tristan, you've done some of our Graphics Design stuff right? I know nothing major, but like fliers for events and things, right?" "Yea," he nodded to Zane, he'd been thinking about him a lot the last few days. How Zane had practically waved his erection in his face and here he was leaning on his desk in that same way. Tristan tried not to let his eyes dip to the other man's crotch, but he was not successful, and he wet his lips seeing that Zane was indeed aroused again. "I talked to Pat and he said I could borrow you for a few days then, to work on some stuff for the upcoming retreat, we want to build a web page, make up some fliers and things like that. I have a packet in email for it, so I'll send you that over with instructions and what have you, sound good?" "Yea that's great, I'll get to work on it right away." "Excellent, let me take you out for a drink after work, to repay you, I know it isn't your job to deal with my crap, but it's a real life saver," He smiled at Tristan as he turned to go. "S-sure, of course, I have nothing to do tonight anyway so a drink sounds great. I'll get right on this," Tristan stood up though, and slid past Zane, their crotches brushed in the tight space and Zane knew that Tristan was just as hard as he was. "Just send it over, I need to run and do something." Zane just nodded, watching the other man head for the bathroom. \-- Zane and Tristan had discussed where to get the drink when Tristan had dropped the original off at Zane's desk and they picked a place a few miles away, toward Zane's house. Tristan said he lived on the other side of town, on Capital Hill, but didn't mind going north instead, knowing Zane had his pregnant wife waiting at home and Tristan just had his cat. They met at a little bar in North Gate, kind of out of the way and it was early enough that it was just the two of them and maybe a half dozen other people throughout the bar. Zane bought them each a pint of beer and they settled into a booth, they chatted about work and the weather and various other unimportant topics before Zane decided to push on with his plan. "Have you met my wife? Nora?" He had steered the conversation toward women and things. "Uh, maybe at the Christmas party last year," Tristan wasn't sure though, he'd gotten pretty drunk at that party. "She's a real beauty, here I have a few pictures on my phone." Zane dug it out of his pocket, and it took him a few moments to bring up the pictures, he slid the phone over to Tristan. "Just run your finger along the picture to the left to flip to the next, I'm gonna go get us a refill." Tristan nodded, though he wasn't 100% sure he wanted to get drunk tonight, but two beers wouldn't be too bad he supposed. If it came down to it he could take the bus home. The first picture was from just before she'd got pregnant, and was outside somewhere, the next few where her a few months pregnant, again outside somewhere. Tristan had to agree she was beautiful and her belly was nice, he'd always thought pregnant women were sexy. He blinked as he came to a picture a few moments later, this time Nora was laying naked on her bed, the shot was just her stomach and breasts and face. He looked up finding Zane at the bar, who was taking his time, maybe he hadn't realized they were on there, or maybe he just didn't think Tristan would look at them all. Tristan considered just setting the phone back over by Zane's seat, but he flipped again instead, this time it was a close up of her pussy, the belly obvious at the top, with her fingers buried in it, fingering herself. Tristan could feel his erection pressing at his pants again, as he flipped on. He nearly came down his leg when the next picture showed what he assumed was Zane's hard cock stuck an inch or so into Nora's ass, while she fingered her clit. He knew he should put the phone down, but he flipped again, this time it was the tip of Zane's cock, hovering a few inches over Nora's pussy, which was covered in the strands of thick cum. "She's beautiful, huh?" Zane said, Tristan nearly jumped out of his seat, having not heard the man walk up. "Uh, yea, she really is," He said, setting the phone down by Zane, who saw the picture that had been stopped at. He set the pitcher down and picked it up, flipping to the next. "You stopped too soon, this next one is the best," He offered the phone back and Tristan hesitated before taking the phone, his jaw dropping a little as he saw the picture of Zane face down in his wife's cum covered and filled pussy. Zane slid around the booth, so he was sitting next to Tristan, indicating the phone. "There's a few more, keep looking." Zane looked at the screen as well, as Tristan flipped forward. There was another dozen or so pictures, of various sex acts with his pregnant wife. Tristan couldn't believe that Zane was just having him look at these, but when Zane's hand came to rest right on Tristan's erection he had a feeling that Zane was after more than a few drinks. Tristan reached down, stopping the hand, not moving it away just stopping its movement. "You're gonna make me cum right here and I don't have anything to change into." Zane didn't say anything at first, but lifted his hand slowly, but he didn't take it away, instead he undid the front of Tristan's pants and unzipped them. He slid his hand inside and gently grasped the other man's firm erection. "I live just a few minutes away, I bet I can find something for you to change into for your drive home." Zane's fingertips ran slowly along Tristan's length, teasing him. "Yea, okay," was all the younger man could stammer out. Zane slid his hand around the shaft of the erection he was touching and stroked it a few times, it took only a few moments before Tristan exploded down the inside of his pant leg. Zane made sure to milk it all out before he removed his hand, licking the remnants of it off his fingers and then finished off the last of his glass of beer while Tristan did his pants up. The pitcher he had returned with was still empty though and Tristan had a feeling that had just been a ploy to give him time to look at the pictures of Nora. Zane slid back around to his side and then moved to get out of the half round booth. "Let's get out of here then and get you cleaned up." He turned walking for the door, Tristan finally got up when Zane was about halfway there, glancing down, there were obvious moisture stains in his slacks, but he didn't think anyone would notice, he hurried out into the parking lot anyway though. "Want me to just drive and I can drop you off back here later?" "I'll follow you," Tristan didn't really know what he was saying, or doing, but this hunk wanted to take him back to his place, where his pregnant wife was, and quite possibly fuck him and he was in no way opposed to this idea. \-- The two cars arrived minutes later at the small three bedroom house that Zane and Nora lived in. Zane parked and got out, waiting for Tristan before heading up to the porch and opening the door. "Nora, is the washer empty? I went out to drink with Tristan from work and he made a bit of a mess of his pants," Nora eyed him oddly as she entered the living room. Glancing at the man behind Zane who stepped out into the light, she could see the wet looking spots down the inside of his leg. "Yea it's empty, go ahead and go in the bathroom and get them off, there is a robe in there," Tristan nodded and ducked off in the direction indicated. "What are you up to Zane?" she asked, knowing when her husband had some kind of plot brewing in his mind. "Well I'm proving to you that you're wanted. See, the mess he made was after I only stroked him like three times and the reason he was erect at all was from the pictures of your naked body I have on my phone. You know the one's I've taken over the last few months, with your beautiful pregnant belly?" "What?" Nora stood staring at him, her mouth agape. They had always had a bit of an open relationship, mainly so Zane could screw guys and she'd taken advantage of it herself a few times, but not in a few years had either of them felt the desire to step out and she had somewhat thought that was behind them. But the idea of it all was making her juices begin to flow. "So, you're in those pictures too, maybe he just liked your cock." "I'm in like 4 of the two dozen or so, I don't think it was just my cock that got him that hard," They both heard the door open then, and Tristan came back out, his pants in his hands, as well as his boxers. The robe he had borrowed tied around his waist, "Let's ask him." Before Nora could stop him he turned to Tristan. "Was it my cock or my wife's sexy body that got you so horny when you were looking at the pictures on my phone?" He asked, point blank. Tristan stammered, as he watched Nora flush red, it melted down into her neck and he could just imagine her breasts being red with embarrassment as well. He didn't know quite what to say, but finally, after clearing his throat, he went with the truth, "It was definitely your wife that started the erection and while the pictures of you eating cum out of her pussy where immensely hot, they were only part of the equation. Ma'am, you are a truly beautiful woman and hell, my dick is getting hard just looking at you there in those shorts and tank top." Nora looked down at herself, she wore a ribbed tank top, which covered only her breasts and about a third of her round stomach, and she couldn't see them exactly, but a pair of Zane's boxers covered only her dripping pussy and her plump ass. Normally she didn't even bother with those, but she'd peeked out the window and saw that Zane had company. Zane looked at her, seeing the doubt still in her eyes, so he grabbed her by the hand and led her to the couch. "Sit," he told her, and she complied. "Tristan, would you come here please?" Tristan hesitated a moment, all of this was happening pretty fast, but it was also really turning him on. They could both see the bulge in the front of the robe. When he was close enough Zane reached out and undid the front of the robe, it fell open and there was indeed a rock hard cock inside. Nora's mouth fell open as she stared, it was a very nice cock, a little smaller than her husband's in length, but possibly a bit wider. It also curved upward toward the end, it was a little funny looking in that way, but she had a feeling that inside you it felt great. She felt Zane's hand gently touch the back of her head and then his other grasped Tristan's erection and he brought the two together, until she could feel it pressing to her lips. Part of her thought she should stop, that this was all strange and that this man was just putting it on because Zane had asked him to, but then she felt him arch forward a bit. Her eyes darted up to his and she could almost hear the lust in them beating on the air around her head. Nora's lips parted to accept him into her mouth, her hand raising to grasp the base of his shaft while she sucked at the tip, she could only take a little over half of him into her mouth comfortably. When she wasn't pregnant she had ways of shifting to take more, but it was uncomfortable to do it right now so she stayed content with what she had. She was a small woman overall and her hand fit just right in place at the base, so that when it touched his stomach her lips touched it. Tristan looked up at Zane who was now standing naked next to them, his wife's hand was raised and placed on his own erection, she pulled back a moment to look at the two hard dicks before her. Zane smiled down at her as she began sucking on his, her hand continuing to stroke and play with Tristan's while she did it though. After what felt like hours but was really only minutes she looked around the room, both cocks still in her hand. "You on the floor," she said looking up into Tristan's eyes. He obliged, laying down on the floor. She squatted facing him and then directed his hard-on to her pussy lips, impaling herself on him with an ease known only to a woman who loved riding on top. She pulled Zane around in front of her and went back to work on his cock. After a few minutes though she changed her mind, "You suck him now," she told Tristan and Zane adjusted so that he was kneeling over Tristan, his erection pointing down at the man's mouth. Tristan didn't hesitate a moment and was soon taking as much of Zane down his throat as he could. This continued for a time before Nora began to grunt and moan and was soon cumming all over Tristan's hard cock. Tristan wasn't ready to cum though, since it hadn't been long since Zane had got him off. Nora finally subsided and pushed Zane out of the way, peering down at Tristan. "Hrm, no cum huh?" "Sorry," Tristan said, flushing red himself. "I just came before we left the bar... can I jerk off onto your belly though?" The idea had never really occurred to Nora, but now that he mentioned it she wanted badly to have somebody cum on her belly. She needed Zane's help but a few moments later she was standing again and then leaning back on the couch. "That sounds hot, why don't you both come over here and jerk off onto my belly?" This time neither man hesitated at all as they moved over to her, standing shoulder to shoulder as they both beat off. Nora pulled them closer and moved herself a bit until they were both basically straddling one of her legs. She put one of her hands on each of their bottoms, her middle finger began to rub their anus' a few moments later. It didn't take much more after she started that before Zane was spraying his load onto her belly, the first blast actually arcing over it and colliding with the bottom of her left breast, trickling down her stomach as each additional spurt splattered against it. That was enough for Tristan as well, it seemed, and about halfway through Zane's orgasm Tristan sprayed his own out. The bent tip of his cock made the first two spurts arc up above her belly as well though, the first hit her in the face, leaving a line of cum from her left cheek to her chin. The other hit her breast leaving a streak along her right nipple. The remainder joined her husband's on her pregnant belly. Nora waited as they finished before she began to play in it, running her fingers through it. Then she lifted a scoop of their joined seed and put it in her mouth. She pulled Tristan down to her, and kissed him hard, pushing the cum into his mouth, making him taste it. "Now Zane," she whispered as he broke away, he wasn't one to disobey and a moment later was kissing Zane, sharing their joined seed with him. "That was so fucking sexy," Nora said, Zane hadn't seen her this happy in months and knew that his plan had worked. "Yea," Tristan said, looking between the couple before him, his pants were still dirty, but he didn't care at this point, picking them up and pulling them on. "I better go," he stammered and, before the two even really had a chance to say good bye, he was dressed and out the door.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating Text: Kamiko's eyelids gradually creaked open, allowing enough of the morning light to hit her eyeballs so that her waking retinas could adjust comfortably. Her serene and beautiful brown eyes stared up at the dusty red ceiling that sheltered her and Tomoko. Most of the time, Tomoko-sensei would walk right up to the slumbering Kamiko and clap her hands repeatedly to wake her, but this time she would not have to bother wasting energy. Before she got up, Kamiko stretched and yawned, slightly contorting and splaying her shiny blue body across the tatami mat that she slept on. It might seem strange to an outside visitor that Kamiko wore her skintight blue rubber suit almost all the time, but the temple got cold, and the suit helped keep her adequately warm. Plus she felt sort of attached to her strange garb, like she had developed some sort of slight rubber fetish, but she still would not mind wearing a good comfy kimono once in a while. Tomoko slid open the screen door of Kamiko's small room, it made a loud scratching noise. Kamiko looked towards her teacher. "Well, you are up early again Kamiko!" Tomoko happily exclaimed. "Yeah, I think I'm getting used to the early-morning routine now." Kamiko stood up and scratched her back. "You used to be a farm girl, I would expect you to already get up a little early, right?" "Yeah, but being a fuusenkunoichi is a lot different from being a farmer." "That's true. Anyways, I have breakfast ready my dear, would you kindly join me?" "Of course Tomoko-sensei. I have nowhere to go but here." giggled Kamiko. "Hmmm, maybe I should have rephrased that question, since you thought it was a nice little joke." bluntly replied Tomoko. "Sorry Tomoko-sensei. It's just that you talk so formally, like a court lady would." "Yes, you are right. I should really lighten up my language." "Oh no! I wasn't suggesting anything..." "Do not worry Kamiko. You are not the only one learning around here." confided the ex-noble-woman. Tomoko and Kamiko sat down near the front door of the Temple to eat breakfast. It was a beautiful day outside so both the girls decided to eat outside to enjoy it, rather than inside. There was a white wooden container between them both. "Wow, It's so clear outside, and bright!" gleamed Kamiko. "Yes, that was a good idea there Kamiko. We need to get out more often to enjoy the outdoors when we have leisure time." Kamiko paused a moments and took a couple whiffs of herself. She scrunched up her face a bit. "Oof, I really need to clean myself! I've been getting so tinky and sweaty under this rubber suit!" "You do know why you wear that suit, right Kamiko?" "Er, it keeps my body together when my body stretches?" "Well, yes. But it also keeps your body very warm. When you have a warm body, it helps heat up the air that's strapped inside your body. The ki that your body harnesses and utilizes heats up the air, and in return the tight rubber of the suit helps keep all that air in. You could say you are sort of a, hot air balloon of some kind." "Wow, I never thought of it that way." "Well, everything needs a reason for how they function. "There is a stream near here, about north. Do you want to clean yourself up there?" Tomoko asked. "Yes please. I'm really stinky right now." "Heh heh, you are a ripe young girl. And I suppose you need some good food to keep yourself fresh." Tomoko opened the lid to the container, it was filled almost to the brim with a red pasty mass. Kamiko eyes lit up with glee. "Wow! Red Bean Paste! Is it sweet?" "The merchant I bought it from said it was reasonably so. Sweet enough, but not extremely so." "Good enough for me!" Tomoko only had about a third of the paste, she was not extremely hungry so she let Kamiko have the rest. Kamiko wanted to wolf it all down, but she didn't want to make a rude scene in front of Tomoko-sensei so she ate it gracefully, leaving none left after five minutes of eating. Kamiko laid on her back, rubbing her belly with content. "That is the best red bean I have eaten sensei." she complimented. "Thank you my dear. The man I got it from is a good friend of mine." "He's a good cook too!" "Also he puts extra fiber into the paste, just to make it healthy as well as tasty." added Tomoko. Just as Tomoko finished that sentence, Kamiko let out a slight "Oop!" and started rubbing her stomach. "Sensei, I feel like I'm blowing up, but I'm not sucking in air!" noted the startled Kamiko. "Uh oh. Maybe he put a bit too much fiber in this batch." Replied Tomoko. Kamiko's stomach began to slowly and gradually bulge outwards. After about a minute she looked like she was a few months pregnant. "Ummm, I'm used to inflating, but I'm not controlling this sensei!" "No worries dear. You just seem to have a bad case of gas here. You will not get very big." "Uggghh, I shouldn't have eaten it so quickly." groaned Kamiko. Her belly now looked like it was at full term and still growing, her limbs too were beginning to bulge slightly. "Um, sensei, am I going to float?" "No, like I said, you will not get big enough." Kamiko's body continued to stretch and balloon, her arms and hands plumped into soft squeaky masses. Her cheeks also began to slightly bulge in unison with her body and limbs. After a couple more minutes, Kamiko's accidental little expansion finally stopped. She stood up straight, but she was comically bloated like someone had stuck an air pump into her and inflated her like a life raft. Tomoko stood up and walked behind the bulgy Kamiko. She took a good look at her backside and noticed the large globular nature of her bulbous butt-cheeks, all blue and shiny, glistening in the calm morning sun. "My, you are a little more curvy here especially!" joked the amused Tomoko." "You're mean sensei!" pouted the blushing balloon girl. "Oh let me have fun my sweet little pufferfish! You look cute!" giggled Tomoko. Kamiko continued to blush with both embarrassment and amusement. "Well Kamiko, the only way you can deflate yourself is by letting all that gas. However, let me tell you, I do not want you stinking up my temple so go out to that stream and do your business there!" Tomoko pointed towards the north part of the clearing where the bamboo forest stood. "Fine sensei. It'll take me a while to get there since I don't really feel like inflating myself any more right now." "It is your choice dear." Kamiko began to walk, but with a funny waddling motion that a penguin would make. As she moved her puffy arms rubbed against her tight rubbery body and her bloated thighs grazed each other, creating a barrage of dull squeaky balloon noises. Her butt-cheeks in particular made a nice loud squeak each time they squeezed together with each step. "Do not forget to disguise yourself Kamiko-chan!" Shouted Tomoko as Kamiko began to near the edge of the clearing. Upon hearing her mentor's command she pulled the rubbery mask molded onto her suit's neck, hiked it up, and slipped it over her mouth. After about forty-five minutes of squeaky waddling, Kamiko finally spotted a small clearing. Within was a pristine and clear meter-wide creek that flowed through the dark ground. She moved out into the clearing and stared at the calm mini-river in front of her, it looked good enough to bathe in a bit. The sound it emitted soothed Kamiko's nerves, since they had been tested from forty-five minutes of nonstop squeaking. "Finally, I can give myself a good washing, but I need to get all this gas out of me. That bean paste really bloated me good." Kamiko pondered. "I just hope nobody is going to hear the huge farts that I am about to let off. They'd probably even wake Amaterasu since she's slumbering now." Kamiko looked around her, just to check if anyone was around; there was nothing. She squatted down slightly and bent over as much as she could. Her face scrunched up as she strained her bowls and then the next thing she heard was an earth-shattering... "FLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPT!" As the humongous blast of flatulence burst forth from Kamiko's ballooned and vibrating butt. It slightly expanded her suit a bit, flew upwards, and exited out of the opening of her mask. She caught a slight whiff of her own expelled gas and furrowed her brow in disgust. Kamiko let out a little "Poo!" and reached her hand up to her nose and pinched it. Quickly, Kamiko pulled down her mask and stretched it open a bit in order to allow the second round of gas to escape more efficiently. Also she looked down and noticed that she was half the size that she used to be, and she could probably get herself back to her normal physical form with another big fart. She clenched her right forefinger and thumb even firmer over her nostrils, grunted, and then let loose with a big fat... "POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSsssssssst!" Her black shiny ponytail flew upwards like a wolf's tail in a hurricane as the second burst of gas flew from her bowels. Kamiko's once bulged-up body had quickly shrunken back into her normal athletic and slim build. Just as she stood up straight again, still reeling after the blast, Kamiko let a tiny little squeak of excess gas slip through her buttocks. "Excuse me." she meekly and jokingly whispered. A kilometer away, Tomoko sat contently on the steps of the temple as she stared towards the north, trying to picture the spectacle that just happened with Kamiko. "Like I said before, she is a ripe little girl." she confidently wisecracked to herself. Kamiko stood hip-deep in the water that passed through the middle of the stream. She had slipped off her stinky rubber suit and began to wash it out. In order to give it a good rinse, Kamiko stretched the opening of the suit up and allowed the creek's current to fill it up with water. After giving it a reasonable fill, Kamiko closed up the neck, and sloshed the water inside around for a good five minutes, and then she dumped it all out with a sploosh. She repeated this process a couple of times and then let the suit sit on a wet rock nearby to dry. After cleansing her suit, Kamiko began to splash water all over herself and rub her shiny tanned nude body. First she rubbed her breasts with a couple quick circular motions, jiggling them about, then she rubbed her thighs, belly, buttocks, and other crevices on her beautiful and slightly muscled body. She felt really refreshed and cleansed, especially after all the work that she had done during the past week. After fifteen minutes of vigorous bathing and rinsing, Kamiko finished up by washing her hair. She undid the blue rubber band that held her ponytail and allowed her hair to droop straight down. Then Kamiko squatted down into the crisp water and let her hair hang down into the stream, put her hands to her head, and rinsed her hair out good for a minute. Finally she stood straight up and headed back to dry land. She shook her entire body by swishing her hips and chest around to allow all the excess water droplets that clung to her smooth skin to fly off. Kamiko then grabbed hold of her hair and wrung it out, allowing streams of water to trickle from its silky strands and onto the ground below. "Ooohhhh, that felt great." Kamiko thought to herself. Just before Kamiko reached down to pick up her special rubber suit, she stopped and swiveled her head slowly around, left and right, checking to see if anyone might be watching her. The last thing she wanted was somebody watching her dress. Tomoko wanted Kamiko to keep a very low profile and this meant having limited contact with people of the outside world. After looking around for a few seconds Kamiko saw nothing. She grabbed her slinky blue suit and walked over to a group of trees to hide behind and change. Homare walked with his trademark swagger through the damp and cool bamboo forest. He liked to swivel his shoulders towards the left and right as he strode confidently along his own path. The young man lifted his right arm and brushed his scraggly black hair as he contemplated his current location within the forest. Like many others that walked through, Homare felt a bit lost and confused. "Hmmph, that's the last time I listen to Benten for possible shortcuts. This place is hopeless to get out of!" he stewed to himself. "Lessee, I walked straight into the forest and just continued straight into it, but then there was that time I tripped on the rock and... Ah hell! I got up and went the wrong direction! Crap!" The frustrated Homare spied a little rock on the ground and kicked it in anger. He then put both his hands under his belt and kept walking straight ahead with a gloomy look on his face. After a few minutes of solemn strolling, Homare's ears perked up to the sound of a trickling creek. "Hey, there's some flowing water near here, maybe it can guide me out of this damn forest!" He lifted his feet to jog towards the sound, and a half a minute later he came across the stream. It simmered with silver light reflected off of the early afternoon sun rays peeking through the stalks of the bamboo high above. "All right! I can finally get somewhere now!" Immediately he began to follow the stream in the direction that the current flowed. He did this for a minute or two until he began to feel a bit tired. He stopped and knelt down beside the shore of the creek. "I need some water before I go on. I haven't had a drink all day." he thought. Homare cupped his hands and dipped them into the frigid water. He brought the water in his palms closer to his lip, but he stopped short and listened. He heard what sounded like the rustling of a group of small bamboo stalks. Looking back up in front of him, he saw a group of bamboo stalks in front of him rustling around a bit, somebody was behind them. Quickly, Homare stood up and stared at the animated stalks and let the cool water drop out of his hands. He put his fists in front of him and took a fighting stance. Steadily he stood perched in a state of alertness, waiting for the hidden person or animal to emerge. A lone drop of sweat trickled down from Homare's forehead and across his right cheek. Finally after almost a minute of tense waiting, the figure emerged from the bamboo. It was a somewhat tall girl, five foot five in height and with an athletic build. She wore a sleek and shiny skintight dark blue bodysuit with molded-in feet, gloves, and a mask that hid her petite jaw from view. A black bandanna with kanji in the middle of it adorned her forehead; Homare could not read them from this distance. Kamiko's face looked at the ground and lifted her arms above her head, tying her shiny black hair into a ponytail with a thick blue rubber band. After she fastened it into place she looked up and jumped back in shock, gasping at the young man crouched into a fighting stance on the other side of the creek. He slowly stood out of the stance, but kept his hands balled up into fists straight out in front of his face. "Who are you!?" Kamiko yelled. "What are you?" Homare sneered. "I, I, I'm just getting dressed" Kamiko muttered. "Well, I'm lost." Homare unclenched his fists and put his arms at his sides. He looked silently at Kamiko and lifted an eyebrow her strange ninja attire. She blushed at his analytical gaze. "I have to admit, that's a strange yet very sexy outfit you've got there girl." grinned Homare. "Please! I'm not an object to look at!" "Sorry, but I've never seen a girl wear that strange thing before. What are you, a traveling performer?" asked Homare. "Er, well, I guess you could say that." Kamiko blushed even more and scratched her head. "You look a little lost too girl." "Actually, I know my way around here..." Kamiko did not want to reveal that she lived around the forest. Tomoko forbade her to make any mention of where she lived. "Really? Well would you mind lending me a hand? I'm pulling my hair out by the roots figuring out how to get out if this place." Kamiko stood quiet for a second, wondering if she should really help this stranger out, but he seemed pretty trustworthy. "Are you a thief or a bandit of any sort?" Kamiko asked. "Er, well, if I have done any thieving or banditry, I've been pretty lousy at it. Hah hah!" Homare giggled at his little joke. Kamiko gave a few faint giggles herself. "Hmmm, I see no harm in helping you out but all I ask for you in return is that you mention to no one that you saw me here." "Sounds like a good trade off. Especially since it doesn't involve me paying you something, or, er, 'doing' something." "Okay, in that case here is what I want you to do. Lay down on the ground belly-first and grab my ankles." "What!?" Gasped Homare "What are you going to do, fly like a birdie and have me hang onto your talons?" he joked. "Pretty much." Kamiko replied. "Er, seriously, you can fly? I'm not in the mood of playing your strange circus pranks." Homare started feeling suspicious about Kamiko. "If you want to get out of here, just follow what I saw, no questions asked." "All right, fine." Homare ran towards the stream, jumped across it, and ran towards Kamiko. He stopped, laid down on his stomach, and grabbed her ankles. "My they're dainty." he complemented. "They won't be for long." smiled Kamiko. After speaking, Kamiko began to breath in and out a few times, taking deep breaths with each heave of her lungs. Homare just looked straight ahead and waited. Finally Kamiko began to inhale a huge quantity of air. Her body began to expand and round out like it would under a typical inflation. Homare looked up and his eyes almost jumped out of his sockets in surprise. "Ahhhhh! What the hell are you doing to yourself!?" "Don't let go! Just keep grasping my dainty little ankles!" "You sure aren't looking too dainty yourself right now!" "Kamiko keep expanding her shiny and smooth blue body, growing larger and rounder with each second. Homare kept grasping her ankles as hard as he could. They began to plump and fill with air, Homare could feel the air pushing his fingers further and further away from each other, but yet he still managed to dig them into the ballooning rubber surface and keep a good hold. "You're not going to explode on me, are you girl?" "I've done this so many times, just keep holding on!" Kamiko was now reaching twenty feet in diameter. Homare did not see a slim and athletic girl anymore but instead a large round blue blimp that obscured his vision. He felt her taut body suddenly warm up and that is when she began to lift into the air. "Yaahhhhhhgh! You really are flying!" screamed the shocked Homare. Kamiko began to lift further and further into the air. Homare's hung down vertically, still hanging on to the ballooning girl's ankles as his own left the ground. He kicked his legs around slightly as he took off into flight with Kamiko. "Don't kick around! I need stability!" "Sorry!" By this time Kamiko had stopped inflating and both she and the frightened Homare began to reach the surface of the bamboo forest canopy. Just a brief moment later they had both ascended at least twenty feet above the canopy and Kamiko stopped her vertical climb. Then she turned her huge body a full one-hundred and eighty degrees around and started to fly forwards. "Since you seem to be trying to get northeast I can take you that direction and drop you off and the other side. Next time, please don't go through the forest, its way too easy to get lost." shouted Kamiko. "Uh, I'm not going to fall, r-right?" stuttered the uneasy Homare. "Just don't let your grip get quaky and everything should be fine." hollered Kamiko. It was tough to let her voice be heard to Homare on the other side of her huge round body, so she did the best she could to project it towards him at maximum volume. Homare calmed his nerves down and tried to enjoy the smooth ride. "Wow, I'll bet not many people have seen a sight like this." he observed. "Well, I see everything from this height practically everyday. It gets dull after a while." "I can't imagine, really!" Homare kept rotating his head slowly, looking at the panoramic view of the world that he had, almost one-hundred feet from the ground. In the distance ahead was a huge mountain with a snow-capped peak and at its base was a few cluttered groups of rice paddies. Behind him he could almost see the slight glimmer of the sunlight bouncing off the ocean waves. They were both lucky to have caught such magnificent view on such a clear and bright day. "We sort of had an informal meeting there, what's your name?" asked Homare. Kamiko didn't say anything back for a few seconds. Tomoko told her not to give away her identity in any way. Quickly Kamiko tried to come up with a fake name in her mind. "Can you hear me?" cried Homare. "It's, er, Minako! I'm Minako!" replied Kamiko. "Minako eh? Cute name. Despite the fact that most of the Minakos I've met aren't! You're the prettiest one of the bunch I have met!" "You're not trying to flatter me, aren't you?" "No serious, you have to see the gals to believe me." "Well, I'm certain they're a lot skinnier than me." "Hey, you look like a fit gal, well, before you blow yourself up." "Yeah, my ability doesn't really do wonders to my figure." "By the way, my name is Homare. I'm the wiseguy of my group." "Your group?" "Er, of friends, yeah." Kamiko could tell that Homare himself had a few secrets to hide from that last comment. She began to feel a little more comfortable in regards to how she perceived him since she had to put on his act. "So Minako." Homare spoke up. "I imagine you have some sort of wacky teacher who teaches you how to turn into a balloon and all." "Er, yeah, you could say that. But he's gone unfortunately. He passed away a few months ago." "Sorry to hear about that." "He was a great teacher; he made sure I put on the best show available for the people to see." "You know, that's funny, because I don't ever remember anybody talking about a show where a guy or girl could inflate themselves." "We tend to play in a very limited area." "Ah, I see." Suddenly Homare felt himself and Kamiko drop downwards a bit. She was starting to descend. Homare looked ahead and instead of a massive sea of bamboo underneath him was now a dry golden field of grass. "So this is the end of the ride?" "Yup. Keep your feet down and hold on, it might be a bumpy landing." Homare tried to position himself in a good landing position as Kamiko approached the ground. Just as his feet were about to touch the ground he let go of Kamiko's feet, fell forwards onto his stomach, and then quickly got back up. He dusted himself off with his hands and looked up to see Kamiko flying upwards again. She turned around back towards the direction from which she and Homare had come and began to fly back over the forest. "Hey thanks Minako! Hope to see your act sometime!" "You're welcome!" Kamiko then strained her face a bit to accelerate herself, and flew over the towering bamboo stalks and disappeared. "The guys are right; you do meet some weird folks in the forest." Homare rubbed his head and then walked away.

Title: 365 Days Ch. 04 Tags: grand canyon **Cyndi -- Day One (Afternoon)** I don't think I'd ever been more excited in my life, and Cyndi seemed to have shared in my excitement about what just had happened. So, imagine my surprise when we both reacted to this high level of stimulation and excitement by falling asleep. I dreamed about a landscape made entirely of breasts ... soft, undulating hills of breasts, some topped with lovely ornamental temples, strawberry in color, surrounded by strawberry patches laden with fruit, others surmounted by only an ornamental circle of darker earth, with the suggestion of a cover in the center for a subterranean silo of some sort, from which might emerge, with the proper tender loving care, yet another alluring hill-top temple. Slowly, something was intruding into my pleasant dream of the land of nipples. But the intrusion wasn't unpleasant. On the contrary, the something that called me to the surface of my consciousness was a warm, gushing pleasure, which, in my dreamlike state at the edge of sleep and waking, reminded me of the warm relief and temporary pleasure I used to get from wetting the bed when I was a boy. But this was not bladder control problems, I could sense that much even in my sleep. This was MUCH more pleasant than the best of those. I slowly roused and came to realize that something warm and wet was wrapped around my erect penis, and was slowly sliding up and down my shaft while constricting itself to form a tight, all-enshrouding sheath for my member. Cautiously, I opened one eye. I was in my own bed, and it was the middle of the day. My head was propped up on the pillow, and there, down below me, in the approximate location where one would expect to find one's manhood, was a tousle of blond hair, rustling quietly as the head bearing it moved slowly up and down on my shaft. "Hi, Cyndi! Thanks!" I said. The head turned, and Cyndi's face turned to look at me with a radiant smile. "Hi, yourself! You looked like you were having a nice dream. I'm sorry if I disturbed it, but I thought I might add some special effects for you!" "Oh, don't apologize!" I said. "I was basically dreaming about you, and it was very nice! But what is it you're doing there? That's really very nice, too!" She flashed me one of her 1000-watt toothy smiles and turned her head back away from me to resume her oral work on my erection. She was draped over my torso, facing away from me, her left arm on one side of me, resting on the mattress, her head on top, and the rest of her flowing away to my right. I had a terrific view of a very sexy back and a previously under-noticed butt that I soon realized needed more study. I bent forward enough to be able to reach her ass, but being careful not to disturb the delicate maneuvers which she was conducting in the regions of my crotch. I was able to get close enough to her to pry open her ass cheeks with my hands. This is an area of anatomy I had never really contemplated before, let alone had an interest in studying. I don't know what I expected to find, exactly. Again harkening back to my earlier concerns about sanitation and bodily functions, I guess my original expectation was of a sweat-soaked valley, dark from uncleaned excrement, fetid, humid, and foul. Imagine my pleasant surprise when what I found was a clean, soft, very warm, fragrant (I'm not being sarcastic, it mainly smelled of soap and/or body oil) landscape of attractive female flesh. I could plainly see the puckered orifice of Cyndi's rectum, but at just that moment, it was snuggly closed for business. I encountered no forests of body hair, as I may have feared, and I don't know to this day if it was simply a feature of Cyndi's anatomy that she was hairless there, or whether she included this valley when she cleared the brush elsewhere in the vicinity. At the head end of the valley was a small soft mound which quickly gave way again to a shallowing vale and eventually ended in a graceful three-dimensional horseshoe curve before continuing up onto the Cyndi's downy lower back. The landscape in the other direction was even better. After passing Cyndi's asshole again, I could see that there were only a few fractions of an inch before the contours of her cleft began to form additional wrinkles, which dropped down between the enfolding outer lips of her slit, to be lost forever in its mystery and darkness unless, perhaps, some bold explorer again set out to penetrate those depths. While Cyndi continued to suck her way up and down my shaft like an express elevator in a big hotel during a convention, I began to sense that weird combination of feelings behind my scrotum, that mixture of intense pleasure, slight discomfort, and pressing urgency that I knew would soon become irresistible. But before surrendering myself completely to that feeling, I did something that surprised and shocked even myself. I stuck out my tongue, rolled it into a cylinder as best I could, and started to lick (not too lightly, mind you, but not too assertively, either) along the flow line of Cyndi's butt crack. I started at the small of her back, up over the plump little hill there, swooping down into the deep pink valley, and along it to the Grand Canyon. My mind recoiled at what I was doing, and sent me a crudely-worded telegram to "be prepared for my first taste of shit straight from the source." But my tongue refused to be dissuaded, and plowed steadily onwards, tasting nothing other than perspiration, body oils, and maybe a little something carried over from our earlier activities. But I noticed, as I passed the Grand Canyon, Cyndi's successive strokings and vacuumings of my erect penis took a sharp uptick in intensity. I pushed on, passing over that bridge of material between the anus and the vulva which I have since come to know as the "taint." Again, the flavor and aroma was surprisingly pleasant. At last, I arrived at the more familiar territory of Cyndi's outer lips. Serious delving into these treasures as I had done before would have to wait for a later opportunity, as her legs were together and I simply didn't have proper access; I certainly didn't want to divert Cyndi from her current task, either. But I noted that the entire region seemed to be suffering from a series of small earthquakes, as Cyndi wiggled around in response to my explorations. I noticed also that a small but productive artesian spring had sprung forth from between Cyndi's lips, and availed myself of a little sip before wandering back to her nether regions. I wandered through the taint again, and decided to bivouac on the south rim of the Grand Canyon. For one thing, I noticed the strength and frequency of the earthquakes there grew significantly when I was dragging my tongue through the Grand Canyon region. For another, I sensed imminent eruptions from Mt. Foreskin in our immediate future. I closed my eyes, and leaned forward, pressing my nose into Cyndi's asshole, as my penis erupted into her waiting mouth. Her wet, soft, warm, caressing, stroking, sliding, lapping, squeezing mouth. It is my unconscious habit to count things as they happen. I have a talent for remembering the pattern of a repeated noise, like firecrackers or gunshots, and can easily replay them in my mind and count them accurately at my leisure. So with this ejaculation. With my nose buried in Cyndi's ass, I felt rather than heard a quick series of spurts leave my penis, and I was rather too busy appreciating the aesthetics of the experience to count them right then. But shortly after I settled down from my orgasm, I subconsciously counted my ejaculations into Cyndi's mouth. Ten. There can be no doubt, although I find it very hard to believe myself, as I'm sure I never ejaculated with more than three or four spurts before in my life. But there can be no doubt ... I shot exactly ten spurts of semen into Cyndi's mouth that day upon waking from our nap. Not to say the last spurt could have been much to speak of in terms of volume ... I'd just had one of the most massive orgasms of my life maybe a half hour previously. Like the anemic guy at the Red Cross Blood Drive, I don't think I had a lot more to give. And I hadn't even had my juice and a cookie yet. But what the tenth spasm into Cyndi's mouth lacked in volume, it made up for in intensity. To say I was an excited boy understated both my age and enthusiasm substantially. But I began to notice something physically that I was to come to be very familiar with in the days and weeks to come. Besides an amazing and profound feeling of pleasure and joy, there was also a very real twinge of pain, like going back out to play hockey even though you twisted your ankle the previous day. Like finishing your ice cream cone even though you've got brain freeze. Like burning your mouth on the first piece of the best pizza you've ever eaten in your whole life, but not being able to stop your self from eating the whole thing despite the pain. To put it plainly, my scrotes hurt by the time I was done with that cum. But tempis fugit, as they say, and as soon as I had relished the afterglow of Cyndi's wake-up gift, I resumed my explorations of her butt crack. I curled up my tongue again, and began running it around the wrinkly rim of her anus. This activity intrinsically summons up lots of salivation, which I simply let run down the tube of my rolled-up tongue onto, into, and around her asshole. My mouth was very wet, but her ass was soon even wetter. Cyndi lifted her right leg, placing her foot flat on the mattress up behind the left leg's knee. This gave me a little more room to work with (especially, I gleefully noted, should I decide to renew my expedition to the Love Canal.) I was determined however, at this juncture, to prove to Cyndi that my limbo bar of excretory and sanitary hang-ups was not just lower, but lying on the ground next to the bonfire. So I took the plunge, as it were, and pushed my tongue into her asshole. Cyndi jumped involuntarily, resulting in my tongue pulling right back out of her ass. I pulled it back into my mouth, and contemplated the taste there before proceeding to decide whether to resume drilling or simply roll over and throw up. The taste was, finally, a little earthy, a little less sanitized, a little less composed of soaps, oils, and emollients. The taste was, not to put too fine a point on it, quite a bit like the smell of shit. But right at this point, Cyndi groaned, writhed her back such that her beautiful butt rolled back against me, and reached behind herself to grasp my head and pull me forward into her ass crack again. Well, okay, it tasted a little shitty, but bigger things were at stake here. I knew I needed to power through this -- I had a lot to learn, and I wanted to do something nice for this Cyndi person who had done so many nice things for me. Maybe I didn't really love doing this particular thing, but hey, who knows, maybe in time, I would learn to like it ... to love it, even? So, I tightened my tongue again and used it to swab around Cyndi's ass hole, plunged it in, and licked her all over that general region. Cyndi either continued to make very encouraging noises, or a sequence of goats and cows came through the room. "Aaaah! Mmmm -- Ooooh!" Cyndi grasped one of my hands - which were, you will recall, being used to pry open and keep apart the globes of her shapely ass - she grasped one of these and guided it down to her labia, inside, to the front, and there guided me to find and stroke the little lumpy nodule I'd discovered earlier at the juncture of her inner lips. When she removed her hand, I took the clue and didn't follow, but stayed to twiddle around in there while I mainly concentrated on lathering and polishing her anal zone. Again, the sheep, goats, and cattle came through, while at the same time, the earthquakes resumed, this time in force. I had everything I could do to stay in contact with ground zero (oh, yeah, and in the case of the fingers on my right hand, ground one or what ever you'd like to call her clit). After a bit, Cyndi's moanings, groanings, and thrashings around suddenly stopped as she went completely rigid, trapping my poor head with its poor tongue tightly in place. I hoped first that this was a good thing going on for her, and second that it would soon be over, as I was cramping up and couldn't breathe. Sure enough, Cyndi's rigor mortis quickly subsided, and she fell limp back against me. I pulled my self back a bit, leaned up and forward to see her face, and asked, "Was that okay?" By way of answer, Cyndi grabbed my head and pulled me forward for another one of those deep-penetrating kisses. I was delighted. So much so, that it didn't even cross my mind until much later where both our mouths had been just prior. Cyndi smile up at me and said, "what do you say we grab some lunch?" *... to be continued in Cyndi -- Day One (Lunch)!*

Title: How Fucking Gramps Saved Our Family Tags: incest, taboo, grandfather, granddaughter, grandfather granddaughter incest, lesbian, leabian incest, mother daughter incest, mother daughter lesbian Barbara Williamson was an average woman with average intelligence, average looks, and an average disposition. Like the overall average of married women in America, Barbara had gone through a divorce when her not-so average husband, James, left her for a beatnik poet named Alessandria Pinot Grigio. The only thing he wanted in the divorce, he said, was the Impala, the newer of their vehicles. Barbara could have the '91 Taurus and the house. She thought that to be an equitable trade even though the Taurus always seemed to be in need of one service or another. Barbara lived in her average house, in her average neighborhood, with her little more than average daughter, Jill, a chubby girl with a sunny disposition whom one would not immediately call pretty, but she was darned cute thanks mostly in part to her brick-red hair and her freckles. Jill attended the local community college where she was training to be a cosmetologist. Sadly, like her mother, she was currently unattached, but unlike her mother, that never stopped Jill from hanging out with her friends and having a good time. Barbara, it seemed, had given up on the prospect of anything good ever coming into her life again. About a week after James filed for divorce, Barbara's mother, Edna, lost her battle with cancer. Her father, Edward, now lived alone in the spacious house in which Barbara was raised. He had told her that he could not bear to be there by himself, so he suggested that Barbara put her house on the market and she and Jill could move in with him. It would mean Jill transferring to another school, considering that Edward lived out of state, but Jill was optimistic about the change in scenery, which tipped the scales currently held by Barbara's indifference. Once the move had been made, Barbara gained employment at Costco and quickly made a name for herself with associates and management alike. Twice she had been named Employee of the Month and was currently in the running for Employee of the Quarter. During all this, she tried her level best to keep her father occupied with one thing or another, which meant taking him to the Senior Center every Monday through Friday. Edward protested, though, stating, "All those geezers there are just waiting for Death to claim them." If Barbara had looked closely at her father, she very well could have said the same about him. It was not to Barbara that Edward opened up, though, but Jill, as Barbara's indifference toward most everything but her job gave anyone who dared engage her prevented interaction on any level, and the conversation with Jill occurred one night after dinner while Barbara was bathing. Let's join that conversation in progress. "I'm telling you, Jilly, that place has the stench of death in the air." "Oh, don't exaggerate it, Gramps. I'm sure it's quite nice." "I'll tell you what," Edward said as he sat on the edge of his recliner. "Come by for a visit tomorrow after your mother drops me off and see for yourself. If you still think I'm lying, I'll continue to go without another word, but if you are convinced that I'm telling the truth, you convince your mother to stop taking me to that damned place." "Okay," Jill answered. "Sure, Gramps. I'll be there tomorrow no later than ten." Jill lived up to her promise. She had not been inside the place for more than a minute when she grabbed her grandfather by the wrist and whisked him away to the safety of the outside world. "Geez, Gramps. I'm so sorry. I never knew." "Well, now you do," Edward said a bit sarcastically. "Now take me home so I can get on with my life." The remainder of the ride was made in silence. Once home, Edward made to go to his room, but Jill stopped him and said, "Unh-uh, Mister. Not yet. Come in the living room. We need to have a talk." Edward reluctantly obeyed her, seating himself in his recliner. "So, go ahead then. Talk." "You said that the senior center was full of old geezers just waiting to die, but what about you, Gramps? It seems you're content to just wither away now that Gramma is gone. I love you, and I want you around for a long, long time." Edward broke down crying. "I just miss her so much, Jilly, and now that's she's gone, what reason do I have to live?" "Me," Jill said as she placed a comforting hand on his. "I want you to walk me down the aisle on the day that I get married, Gramps. Promise me that you'll start taking better care of yourself. You don't exercise, you aren't eating like you should ... I bet you've lost ten-fifteen pounds since we moved in." Edward clasped his free hand around the one Jill had placed upon his other. "I'll try." "No, you won't ***try***, you'll ***do***, or else I'm going to have to call one of those assisted living people to make you do it." Edward laughed. "I bet you would." He laughed again. "Sounds like something Edna would say. You look a lot like her when she was your age, you know." "No, Gramps. I don't. I never saw any pictures of her when she was young." "I have some in a box in my room. Let me go get them." Edward left, then reappeared about five minutes later carrying a shoebox filled to the brim with old photos. He searched for a few seconds, then pulled one out and handed it to Jill. "Here. Tell me what you think of that." "Wow," Jill remarked as she took possession of it. "The resemblance is uncanny." "You've got a good piece of her personality as well, Jilly." "Then I'm a better woman for it," Jill responded, "but back to what we were discussing earlier: You need to start living a better life, Gramps." "I'm sorry, Jilly, but I don't know that I can. Edna was everything to me, and with her gone, I just don't have the gumption to go on alone." "Well, can you at least try?" Jill asked. "For me?" "I'm tired," Edward said in way of a response. "I think I'm going to go lay down." He returned to his room with the box of photos under his arm. About thirty minutes into his nap, Barbara called to tell Jill that she would be working a double. "It's a great opportunity for some overtime, plus it might sway me getting that Employee of the Quarter prize. Anyway, pick your grandfather up from the senior center around four. I should be home by eleven-thirty." Of course, Jill did not tell her mother that Gramps was already home and that he wouldn't be going back to the senior center. That was a conversation they would have tonight. In the meantime, though, Jill on the spot planned to make a meatloaf with a side of green beans. Upon Jill and Barbara moving in, Edward had told the two that some of Edna's stuff had been stored in the attic. Of this "stuff" was clothing, nick-knacks, and recipes, just to mention a few. Jill thought to surprise Gramps with a meatloaf made from Edna's old recipe, so she ventured into the attic to search it out. Jill took her time as she was unfamiliar with the attic. She walked carefully, testing every board she stepped upon. She soon made her way to the back and began opening boxes. The first contained some old comic books. She knew they were old because the prices varied from five cents to ten cents. She saw Batmans and Supermans and Captain Americas, and even though she didn't know their exact worth, she had to imagine that Gramps was sitting on a little gold mine. Jill opened a second box and found post cards and letters. She looked at a few and saw that some had come from Korea. *Gramps was in the Korean War, wasn't he*? Deeming the letters too personal, she closed the box without a second look. She pulled a large box out and opened it to find a smaller box inside. She removed the smaller box and noticed it had been sitting atop ... something. She pulled the "something" from the box to discern it was a wig, gray in color and just below the ear in length. She surmised that this must be what Gramma had worn when she lost her hair due to chemo. Under the wig was a black dress with a dark red pattern running throughout its entirety and white lace cuffs at the end of the long sleeves and around the neck. She held it up and it looked like it would fit her. She thought to try it on but decided against it. Jill placed the dress and wig back in the box, then opened the smaller box to reveal that she had found her grandmother's recipes. She made her way back downstairs. It was too early to make preparations for dinner, so she spent the remainder of Gramps's nap time sifting through Edna's recipes. "What do you have there?" It was Edward, who had awakened from his nap. "Oh, hey Gramps," Jill called over her shoulder. "I found Gramma's recipes. I hope you don't mind. I thought I'd try to make her meatloaf tonight." "That would be wonderful, Jilly. What were you going to make with it?" "Green beans and mashed potatoes and gravy." Edward smiled. "Come this way." He went to the cupboard and had Jill empty the top shelf, then he pulled a couple of boards loose, reached in, and grabbed a Mason Jar that contained green beans. "She always loved to can stuff. We've got these, tomatoes, okra, and a few other things I can't remember right off. Our secret though, okay?" "Our secret," Jill agreed. "Oh, and it's just going to be you and I for dinner tonight. Mom's working a double." "Fine with me," Edward responded. "Even when she's here, she's not here." "I know what you mean, Gramps. I'm sorry." "Not your place to apologize for your mother's actions, Jilly." Edward remained silent for all of two seconds before adding, "She got divorced, but she acts like she's the one suffering through a spouse's death." "In a way, she is," Jill said, taking advantage of the little something she learned in her Modern Psychology class. "A divorce is like a death, Gramps. It's the death of what was and can never be again." "Tell me that again after you watch your husband wither away from cancer," Gramps spat before leaving the kitchen in a huff. Jill thought to go after him but decided to just allow him time to cool off. She was correct in her analogy, but hindsight showed her that perhaps she could have found a better analogy upon which to base her argument. She sighed, then decided that two o'clock was not too early after all to begin dinner. Edward peeked his head into the kitchen around four-thirty. "Now there's something I haven't smelled in over two years." "Gramps!" Jill exclaimed when she turned and saw him. She rushed to his side and hugged him. "I'm so sorry I upset you earlier. Will you forgive me?" "Jilly, I'm the one who's sorry," Edward said as he hugged her back. "I was so angry at your mother and I took it out on you. Let's just put it all behind us." "Officially behind us." "Good. Now what time for dinner?" "Well, I still have to do the mashed potatoes and gravy. Say ... Forty-five minutes?" "Enough time for me to get my bath," Edward responded. He kissed his granddaughter's cheek before exiting to do just that. "It all smells so wonderful," Edward said as he sat to eat. He made a crater in his mashed potatoes, then filled that with the green beans, then liberally doused the entire thing with gravy before adding gravy to the meat loaf. He took a bite, chewed, swallowed, then began to weep. "Gramps? What's wrong?" "It tastes so much like hers," he managed to say. "Almost like she was here with us." "Her memory always will be, Gramps." "It's not the same," he said as he pushed himself from the table. He went to his room and locked the door. When Jill tried to reason with him, he said, "Edna and I will be reunited soon enough." After that, he stopped answering his granddaughter. She knew he wouldn't commit suicide, but wasn't he doing just that by slowly starving himself to death? There had to be some way of reaching him, though. Jill just had to figure out what that "some way" was. Edward did not come out of his room the remainder of the evening. Jill had gotten the skeleton key and unlocked his door to check on him and found him in bed, lightly snoring. It was all she could do to keep from laughing when she noticed that he had an erection, simply because she didn't think men in their seventies could get one. She exited his room and had just made it to the living room when her mother walked in. "Hi, Mom. How was work?" "You mean how was eight hours at eighteen dollars per, don't you?" Barbara said too matter-of-factly. "Anyway, worth it. Not only did I endear myself to the managers, but I have enough to get the Taurus aligned now. Anyway, what's for dinner?" "Meatloaf, mashed potatoes with gravy, and green beans, all from Gramma's recipe." "Where did you find that?" "Up in the attic." "Where I've told you not to go," Barbara said coarsely. "I told you it's dangerous up there. No telling how old those boards are." "I was careful," Jill told her mother. "Besides, I was trying to do something to pull Gramps out of his funk." "What funk?" Barbara asked. "I haven't noticed any funk." "That's because the only person you've been interested in since Dad left has been yourself," Jill responded. "If you would take just a second and look around you, you'd have noticed that Gramps has lost about fifteen pounds since we've been here. He's given up on life, Mom. He wants to die. He wants to be with Gramma again." "And what makes you think that?" Barbara asked. "He told me as much. And you know what? I might as well go ahead and tell you, I pulled him out of that senior center today. It was one step away from being a mortuary housing the near-dead. Gramps doesn't like it there and I don't think he should return." "Just who the hell are you to decide something like that?" Barbara near-spit. "First of all, I didn't decide it. Gramps did. Second, if it ***were*** up to anyone else, I'd have every right to do so seeing as to how your level of caring has dropped off the radar." "I will not be reprimanded by my own daughter." "You will listen to whatever it takes for you to get your head out of your ass, Mom. There are more important things going on around here than your job at Costco or how impressed your supervisors are or how close you are to winning something that doesn't mean jack shit compared to the real world that's going on around you." "How dare you." "How dare ***you***!" Jill returned. She started toward her room and called over her shoulder, "Your food is in the oven." "I've suddenly lost my appetite," Barbara answered before going to her own room. Jill checked in on Edward before going to her room. He was still asleep. She was glad that the argument with her mother didn't wake him. She pulled out her phone and brought up her playlist. She cycled through it a bit before finding a good enough starting point. With ear buds securely in place, she lay down and slowly fell asleep. The next morning Jill entered the kitchen to find Edward and Barbara discussing his decision to not return to the senior center. "I still think it's the best place for you, Dad. Don't all your friends attend there as well?" "All my friends are either dead, have one foot in the grave, or are living out their golden years in some RV as they cross this great nation of ours." "Well, we can't afford an RV." Edward laughed. "Maybe ***you*** can't." "I'm in charge of your finances, Dad. I know for a fact that you can't, either." Edward laughed again, then said, "I can just stay at home. I'll be alright." "You need someone looking after you, and with classes starting up again next week Jill won't be able to do that." "I'm not an invalid, Barbara, and if anything happens I'll dial 9-1-1 and say, 'I've fallen, and I can't get up.'" "Ha-ha-ha," Barbara said sarcastically, "but you ***do*** bring up a good point. Maybe we should look into getting you set up with one of those services." "Whatever gets you off my back," Edward offered as a reply. "You don't seem too grateful that we're here," Barbara retorted. "Don't forget that ***you*** are in ***my*** house, young lady. Not that you're here when you are." To accentuate this point, Edward placed his forefingers at his temples and spiraled them into the air. "Don't have any concern for anyone but yourself ... whatever makes your life easier by not having to deal with the fact that your husband left you." Barbara just stared at him. "That's right. I said it. He left you, and you've been one big pity party since." Edward got up from his place at the table and went to his room, leaving behind the untouched and now cold eggs and bacon that Barbara had fixed him for breakfast. Jill stood there until her mother met her gaze, then shot her a hateful look before chasing after her grandfather. Once at his door, she knocked. "Gramps? It's Jill. Let me in." "Go away, Jilly. Just leave me be." "Come on out, Gramps. You need to eat something considering you didn't eat last night." "I'll not be coming out as long as that shrew is here." "Can I at least bring it to you?" "Leave it by the door." Jill returned to the kitchen where her mother was eating the food on Edward's plate. That was okay. Jill would just fix him a nice helping of last night's leftovers. "I expect you to back me on matters of your grandfather, Jill." "If you were in the right, I would." "What is that supposed to mean?" "It means that everything he has said is true," Jill told her, "but you're too butthurt to get past it and get on with your life." "I'll not be spoken to like that." "Whatever. Just go to work. That seems to be the only thing that makes you happy anymore." Barbara stood there, silent, then let out a big huff before collecting her things and getting on her way. As the door closed, Jill could barely make out her mother saying, "...don't know how lucky they are to have me." Jill set the food next to Edward's door and knocked. "Food's ready, Gramps. It's by your door. I'm heading into town for a bit. See you when I get back." She waited for a response, but there was none, so she left. That was at eight o'clock. It was just coming up on two when she returned home. She went to Edward's room to find the plate of food still outside his door. Worried, she knocked frantically. "Gramps? You okay?" "Leave me be, Jilly. Just let me die in peace." Tears filled Jill's eyes. She honestly did not know how to respond to that. She took the plate to the kitchen and dumped its contents in the trash before washing it. She could understand her grandfather's grief, but that did not mean she had to accept it. She had to think of some way of reaching him. *There must be* ***some*** *way, on* ***some*** *level, but how*? She was convinced that divine intervention might be the only way. Then she brightened. *Maybe not divine intervention*, *but how about the supernatural*? "Am I really considering this?" she asked herself aloud. If it offered a chance at saving her grandfather's life, she didn't see how she couldn't. With hope springing within her heart, she made her way to the attic. That night for dinner, Jill made taco salads. She knew Edward liked them seeing as to how Barbara had fixed them probably twenty times since they had moved in. Tonight, though ... When she went to her grandfather's door to announce that dinner was ready, he told her he wasn't hungry. Jill reported this to her mother, who beat and banged on her father's door while demanding that he come to the table. Reluctantly he did, but he just picked at his food for thirty minutes before making his way to the living room. He watched the news, then *Wheel of Fortune* and *Jeopardy*, then, citing fatigue, he went back to his room. "I think I'm going to have to put him in a home," Barbara said to Jill. She was ready for the onslaught of retorts that her daughter was sure to throw her way, so imagine her surprise when Jill said, "It may be our only option of saving him." "Do you really think so?" Barbara asked, enthused that her daughter would side with her. "Maybe," Jill repeated, "but just promise you won't rush out and do it. Let's do an intervention first. I emailed Dr. Collins, my psyche teacher back at GMC, and he said that these things have, like, a ninety-five percent success rate. You okay with trying that first?" Barbara thought on it for a few seconds, then said, "We do the intervention and then give it two weeks. If his behavior hasn't changed by then, we place him in a home. Agreed?" "Agreed," Jill answered. Of course, she had no plans to conduct an intervention. At least, not one anybody might label "conventional." Jill waited until midnight when she knew everyone would be sound asleep before setting her plan into motion. Edward lay in his bed, fast asleep. There was movement, yet slight as it was, it was still enough to awaken him. He looked up to see, "E-Edna?" "No, Edward. This is a dream, a wonderful dream in which I have returned so we may once again be united in marital bliss." With only the light of the moon shining through his window, Edward made out the black dress with the dark red pattern and the white cuffs and collar along with the short, gray-haired wig that Edna wore prior to her death. He raised his hands to her face. "Oh, Edna. I've missed you so." That was four months ago. This is now: Barbara was happy as a lark, as the old folks used to say. Although she did not win the prior quarter's prize, she did finally achieve that honor this quarter, and as part of the package of goodies she received, she was given the day off with pay. She had parked her car in the driveway as opposed to putting it in the garage because she meant to run in and come right back out. If only she had opened that garage door ... When she entered the house, Barbara called for her father to tell him the good news, but that single word caught in her throat, almost strangling her. "Daaaaaauuuuhhhh?" She just stared at what was transpiring before her eyes, then, "What the fuck is going on here?" What was going on was Edward sitting in his recliner while an apparently old, gray-haired woman wearing a black dress with dark red designs on it and white lace cuffs and collar performed oral sex on him. Edward shot Barbara a look of embarrassed surprise as she said, "What the hell are you doing, Dad? What if I were Jill coming home early from school?" The woman between Edward's legs slowly raised her head, and with his cock still buried half-way down her throat, removed the wig, allowing her brick-red hair to spill over her shoulders to reveal, "J-J-Jill? Oh, my God," and Barbara Williamson fainted dead away, collapsing onto the floor in a heap. Jill removed her mouth from her grandfather's penis and said, "I suppose we should get her up on the couch." Edward joined his granddaughter in moving Barbara to the sofa. "There, on the right. Just prop her up," he said, and once they had, he took the cushion to the left of her and said, "Come on, Jilly. Grandpa needs to feel himself inside of you." Jill smiled as she straddled his hips, then she sank down, allowing the full measure of his cock to fill her dripping pussy. She rode him gently—she liked it slow, and so did he—while he sucked on one of her raspberry-colored nipples. "Oh, Gramps. It feels so good." Edward palmed Jill's ass, helping her with the up-and-down of her motion. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'm almost there, Gramps." "Hold on," he said as he began to thrust as deeply into her as he could. "Almost ... Almost ..." and Barbara awoke just as Edward and Jill shouted out in orgasmic delight. "Oh, dear God no!" Barbara said as she fell to the floor, crying. "Lord, no! Please, God. No. Why? Why would You allow such an abomination to take place?" As she silently awaited an answer she became aware of the squishy sounds of her father's cock continuing to plow her daughter's pussy. She stood and pulled Jill from Edward. "Get off him. Now. You should be ashamed of yourself," then, rounding on her father, "and you! Molesting your own flesh and blood. What do you have to say for yourself?" "It's not like that, Mom," Jill tried to argue, but Barbara wanted nothing of it. "He's twisted your mind. You no longer believe you're a victim, but once I call the police—" "You won't do that," Jill said as she stood between her mother and her grandfather. "Oh, and why not?" "Because you couldn't survive the embarrassment of it," Jill told her. "Something like this? You don't want ***anybody*** finding out about, especially all those Costco people you hold in such high regard. Go ahead. Tell me I'm wrong." Barbara just stared at her. Her jaw was working, but no words issued forth. She grabbed her purse and exited the house. "That went well," Edward said with a snort. Jill grunted her approval of the joke. Barbara returned around nine o'clock. What had started out as a day of celebration and good fortune had ended, for her, anyway, in confusion and utter disaster. She had parked her car at the airport and just sat there, wondering a thousand times over how something like what she had witnessed could ever happen. *And she seemed fine with it*. *She acted like she was enjoying it*. *The only questions that remain are How long has this been going on, and Who instigated it*? Barbara mulled this over for as long as she could, and when she decided that her need for answers far outweighed her anger, she made her way back home. Barbara stopped by her daughter's room first, but Jill was in the shower, so she went to her father's room to speak with him. He answered every one of her questions except for *How did this begin*? His only reply to that query was "If ***I*** told you the story, you wouldn't believe me. Ask Jill. Let ***her*** explain it to you." Even after several protests on Barbara's part, Edward remained resolute. "Jilly can explain it all." Exasperated, Barbara left to confront her daughter. *Jilly*. *That sounds so nasty coming out of his mouth now*. Barbara entered her daughter's room to find her sitting on the bed wearing a mint green Chantilly lace baby doll top with matching panties, and her first thought was that she was preparing for another round with Edward. She shook that from her mind, though, as there were more pressing matters at hand. "Mind if we talk?" Jill, who had been drying her hair with a towel, stopped and lowered it. "Sure, Mom, if by *talk* you actually mean 'talk.'" Barbara was about to tell her daughter to not be snide, but she didn't come in here looking to pick another fight, which she knew the statement would set off. She swallowed that jab and said, "Okay. I have spent the better part of the past ten hours trying to wrap my head around this thing between you and your grandfather. I need some answers, Jill. I need to know how and why and everything in between. Can you be honest and forthright enough with me to give me that?" "Yes." "Then start whenever you're ready. I'll listen to everything you have to say." "Have you spoken to Gramps yet?" "Yes. He told me that you would have to explain things, because if he tried I just wouldn't believe him." Jill snorted a laugh. "No, I suppose you wouldn't, but understand that everything I'm about to tell you is the truth, Mom. One hundred percent." She took a deep breath, then began. "You cast a blind eye to almost everything in this household, Mom. You have been so caught up in your own woes that you haven't noticed just bad or good things have been here. This was supposed to be a new start for us both, but you just dragged all your old problems here with you and found comfort in that job of yours." "What does any of that have to do with what I witnessed today?" Barbara asked angrily. "Everything," Jill replied. "You didn't notice just how much Gramps hated the senior center, you didn't notice how much weight he had lost, and you didn't notice that he had all but given up on life. He invited us here not to watch him die, Mom, but to help him find a reason to continue living. Don't you see that?" Barbara said nothing. Her bottom lip trembled just the slightest. She looked down at the floor to hide it from her daughter. "I tried everything in my power to encourage him, Mom. I truly did, but nothing seemed to work. Remember that day I told you I got Gramma's recipes from the attic?" Barbara, still looking at the floor, nodded her head. "I also found an old dress of Gramma's and her wig, the one she wore when the chemo started making her hair fall out. I was so desperate to save Gramps that one night I decided to dress like Gramma. The pretense was that he was dreaming. This is the night that you and I agreed to the intervention." Barbara looked up at her daughter when this proclamation was made. "Which you said you had done without me, you and that Dr. Hoozabootsis and those healthcare professionals. I guess that was a lie." "Well, yeah, Mom. I pretty much just told you as much. My intervention was to visit Gramps in what he believed to be a dream—" "And fuck him into good behavior?" Barbara snapped, then immediately said, "I'm sorry, Jill. Please, continue." "Well, you're not too far off the mark," Jill said with a slight laugh. "Yes, my idea was to initiate some sort of sexual contact with the promise of more if he would just start taking better care of himself." "And you consider this sound reasoning?" "Again, Mom. I was desperate, and I concluded that I loved Gramps enough to at least try." Barbara shook her head in dismay. "So, tell me what happened." "You mean, like, play-by-play?" "Why not?" Barbara answered. "I've already seen you two doing ... You know." "Okay," Jill said a bit resignedly. "Here goes." "I waited until midnight when I knew everyone would be sound asleep before setting my plan into motion. I went to Gramps's room and found him lying in his bed, fast asleep. I was wearing the wig and dress, the same one you saw me in earlier, and I had nothing on underneath it. I slowly crawled onto the bed, pulled Gramps's co—that is, his penis, from his boxers, and then I began to masturbate it. There was enough movement, slight as it was, to awaken him. He looked up at me and said, 'E-Edna?' "'No, Edward. This is a dream, a wonderful dream in which I have returned so we may be once again be united in marital bliss,' I told him. "Gramps said. 'Oh, Edna. I've missed you so.'" "'And I've missed you, Edward,' I said as I bent down and kissed him." "'How long are you here for?' Gramps asked me." "'I told you, dear. This is a dream. I'll be here as long as you can keep me here.'" "Then Gramps said, 'Make love to me, Edna. Please. I need to remember what that felt like.'" "'On one condition,' I told him. 'You have to promise me that you'll start taking better care of yourself. Can you do that, Edward?'" "Gramps said, 'I promise, Edna. I'll do anything you ask. Just name it.'" "'Become healthy and strong again,' I responded." "'I will,' Gramps said, then he surprised me by asking, 'Can you give me an old fashioned?'" "Old fashioned?" Barbara asked. "What's that?" "Well ... Gramps placed a hand on my head and pushed me lower and lower until my mouth was even with his erect penis. *This is it*, I thought to myself. *Can I go through with this phase of my plan*? *Do I love Gramps enough to do this for him if it helps him get his life back on track*? I decided that I did, so I gripped his hard penis and took it into my mouth. Now, keep in mind that I wasn't very experienced with that. Hell, with anything. I had had sex just once in my life prior to that, and that was with Mark Greenwell." "Little bastard." Barbara exclaimed. "I knew you and he were doing it." "Not ***doing,*** Mom. ***Did***, as in ***once***, like I just told you. Anyway, I did what I thought Gramps might like, and ten minutes later he was coming in my mouth. I didn't dare spit it. At the time, I panicked. For some reason, I was thinking if he thought it were just a wet dream as opposed to a true supernatural experience, it might lessen the effect I had hoped to create. So, I swallowed it." "You swallowed your grandfather's semen?" Barbara, aghast, asked. "Yes, and every time thereafter, if you must know the truth. I've gotten used to it. Sometimes I actually crave it." "Oh, enough of that," Barbara spat. "Get on with your story." "Well, if you hadn't paid attention, the following morning at breakfast Gramps ate everything on his plate. Not only that, but after you left for work he even pulled two waffles from the freezer and popped them in the toaster and ate those as well. Afterward? He wanted to go for a walk. I accompanied him, of course, as I didn't know if he had the stamina to walk very far, but he pushed himself to walk for about thirty minutes. He was really throwing himself into getting back into shape. He was so tuckered out when we got back home that he slept for almost two hours, though. "At lunch he had a sandwich and a bottle of Ensure, then he would go around the house and lift things, treating them like weights. I actually had to tell him to slow down, but he kept saying, 'I've got to do this for Edna.' I'll tell you, Mom, what I did for him really lit a fire under him. He cleaned his plate at dinner—you probably didn't notice that either, and that's not a jab, just a fact—and the next morning it was the same thing all over again: hearty breakfast, go for a walk, healthy lunch, work-out, and nice dinner. This went on for a couple of days, and I was so proud of Gramps that I decided to visit him again. "That night, I entered his room like before, and I pulled the covers from him to reveal he was butt-naked. I took him in my mouth like last time and he soon swelled and hardened. I'll tell you, Mom ... It's so thick. I can barely contain it in my mouth, but I really wanted to know how it felt inside of me. You know, in my vagina? As I was crawling up on him, he awakened and said, 'Edna, you came back.' 'I told you I would,' I replied, 'and since you have done such a good job of eating better and making yourself healthier, I've got a little surprise for you.' I then pushed down, and even though I felt the head slip in, the rest wouldn't. I was too tight, but after working toward it I was successful, and Gramps and I made love." "I really don't need the particulars, Jill." "You told me to tell you the story, so I'm telling it. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. We made love very slowly. I must have had seven or eight orgasms before he had his, and yes, I allowed him to cum inside of me. It was such a wonderful feeling, Mom. Don't worry, though; I'm on the pill. Anyway, when we finished I lay there with him until he went to sleep, then it was back to my room. The next day we walked—yes, walked—the mile from here to Costco. When you saw us in the store? Gramps was trying to tell you that we had walked there, and he tried to show you the two-pound wrist and ankle weights he was going to buy, but all you could think about was what your bosses might say if they saw you talking to us. You did ask him about the weights that night at dinner. Do you remember how he answered?" "Not really," Barbara admitted. "No." "He said he bought them from Wal-Mart and you absently replied, 'That's nice, Dad.'" "I ... must have had other things on my mind." "Yeah. We know. Your award. That aside, Gramps wore those things from sun-up to sun-down for a month straight, then he replaced them with five-pound weights, and every three nights or so I would sneak into his room and we would have sex. I'll tell you, by the second month we knew each other's bodies so well ... Gramps had worked so diligently at making himself stronger that he was actually able to do positions other than me on top. He even began going down on me, and he became quite proficient at it in no time." Barbara glared at her daughter, but she continued to listen. "By the beginning of the third month Gramps asked me if I wanted to go to lunch with him one day. I said, 'sure,' and when he told me to pick any place I'd like, as a joke I said, 'The Brass Lantern.' Well, imagine my surprise when he agreed. We ordered the prime rib for two, and during the meal he place a hand over one of mine and said, 'Thank you, Jilly.' When I asked him for what, he said, 'For giving me a reason to live again.' I had thought about feigning ignorance at this, and eventually denying whatever he said he suspected, but I figured why should I, so I said, 'I love you, Gramps. You mean the world to me,' and in that moment I realized that I loved him as my grandfather, but I loved him as my lover as well. He sensed this and smiled as he said, 'I love you too, Jilly.' "Are you telling me that you and your grandfather are in love with one another?" Barbara asked, shocked at the implication. "We are, Mom, and regardless of what this night brings, we will not stop having sex with each other. It's not just the sex, though. Gramps is a really interesting man. I don't know how long he has left on this earth, but I plan on being anything and everything he needs until he leaves us." "You want to know what I think?" Barbara asked, and before Jill could respond, Barbara said, "I think that you are more infatuated with the sex than you are the man. You ***did*** say that he was just your second lover. ***Ever***. So, yeah, you're more in it for the sex than anything else. Probably think nobody wants you. Let me ask you this: the whole time he was getting healthier, why weren't you? I mean, you look like you may have lost eight or ten pounds, but you're still pudgy. Lose about twenty more and you'll be a nice-looking woman." "I don't need to lose weight, Mom, because I already am a good-looking woman. I have a ton of friends back home and I've made just as many here, not to mention that I have a lover who adores every inch of my body. What do you have besides hate and contempt and bitterness? You try your damnedest to rain down misery on everyone else just so they will feel as badly about their lot in life as you do. I'll tell you what you need, though. ***You*** need to get laid. That's right. I said it. A good fucking would do you a world of good. Several good fuckings might actually change that shitty disposition of yours. Take one up the ass. That'll be sure to tame your shrew." Barbara stood and drew back a hand. Jill defiantly held out her chin, daring her mother to complete the act, but Barbara lowered it and said, "You never would have spoken to me like this before. What's happened to you?" "I've found the ability to leave the past behind me and embrace the future, Mom. It's time for you to do the same." Barbara stared at her daughter for all of twenty seconds, then she exited the room. She thought to tell her dad of her conversation with Jill, but she just couldn't stomach anymore of this tonight. She took a shower instead and went to bed, but sleep was not a welcome friend. She thought about what Jill had told her. She processed it, analyzed it, turned it over and over too many times to remember. She glanced at her clock. It was eleven-thirty. She got out of bed and went to her father's room, opened the door, and let her gown fall to the floor. *Maybe Jill is right*, she thought as she climbed onto the bed. *Maybe I just need a good fucking*. She pulled back the covers to reveal that her father was completely nude. She hesitated, then she climbed atop him and began rubbing her pussy on his flaccid dick. She felt it begin to grow in length and girth, and when Edward stirred, she positioned herself to take it. Edward said, "Jilly, you're so hot and wet tonight." With a tremble in her voice, Barbara said, "It's not Jill, Daddy, it's me," and then she took the entirety of his cock into her. They moaned simultaneously, Edward because Jill's pussy had never been this hot, and Barbara because she came instantaneously. Edward began to say something, but Barbara interrupted him by saying, "Fuck me, Daddy. Don't say a word. Just fuck me." Barbara was begging to be fucked, but it was she who rode her father's cock like she was a jockey riding a horse in the Kentucky Derby. Her orgasms came in quick succession, and the more she had, the louder she got, which was enough to wake Jill. Fearing the worst, Jill raced to her grandfather's room to find him fucking her mother. A smile came to her face. She removed her clothing and climbed onto the bed. Barbara noticed her and began to cry. "I need it, Jill. I fucking need it." "I know, Mom. It's okay." Then, to her grandfather, "Fuck her doggie style, Gramps." Almost unconsciously, Barbara moved into position. Edward got behind his daughter, slid his cock into her, and began to fuck her like nobody's business. Barbara was still weeping, even as Jill slid down feet first and placed a hand upon her mother's head; Barbara allowed her mouth to be guided to her daughter's pussy, and she licked it once it had been. She thought her daughter's pussy to be so young and fresh and tender, and it tasted good as well. Barbara ate her daughter's pussy even as her father fucked her own, and the orgasms continued. "How are you doing up there, Gramps?" Jill called out after some time. "I'm almost there," Edward replied. "Mom? I want you to suck Gramps's cock. I want you to suck it until he cums in your mouth. Can you do that for me? For him?" Edward pulled out and lay on the bed. Barbara took his cock into her mouth while Jill moved down and began eating her mother's pussy. It was sloppily wet and filled with thick, creamy cum, and Jill lapped every bit of it up, bringing her mother to orgasm several times in the process. Five minutes in and Edward could be heard saying, "Oh, here it comes, Barbara." Jill pulled her mouth off her mother's clit and said, "Do it, Mom. Suck that cock. Drink all of Gramps's sperm. Come on, Mom. You can do it." Barbara, emboldened, sucked as hard and fast as she could, and in no time her mouth was filling with her father's semen. Edward cried out as he bucked several times, then he just lay there, a smile of contentment on his face. "Go ahead, Mom. Swallow it," Jill said to her mother, and Barbara did. Jill said nothing more. She lay in the crook of Edward's left shoulder while Barbara lay in his right, then the two women joined hands. Things were going to be different around here, Jill knew. Better. She was happy, and a smile of contentment found a place on her lips as well.

Title: Arrival by Sci the cheetah Tags: Cheetah, Gay Relationships, Incest, M/M, Wolf Taylor & Alex Chapter 1: Arrival Taylor and Jeff © Sci the Cheetah Alex © Rabbit Chaser \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Taylor sighed as he got in his car and started to drive. He had received a letter a few days before telling him that he would be the guardian to his 14 year old cousin, Alex. Taylor, a 26 year old black wolf, talked to about it to his boyfriend of two years. Jeff, his boyfriend, thought it would be a good opportunity, but it would be best not to reveal to him just yet that he was gay. Taylor agreed with him. He knew that it wouldn't be the best of influences on his cousin if his cousin knew that he was gay. He could still hear his parent's voices when he told them that he as gay. They screamed and kicked him out of their house, telling him that he was no longer wanted there. He found out the next morning that a burglar came in through the back door and killed them while trying to rob the house right after they kicked him out. For a while, he blamed himself, but then Jeff convinced him that it wasn't his fault. That was when they started to go out. It wasn't long before he arrived at the bus station. He still had half an hour before the bus was supposed to arrive and buses were ALWAYS late. He sighed to himself and called Jeff. "Hey, Sweetie," Jeff said as he answered the phone. "You pick him up?" "Not yet. The bus doesn't arrive for another half hour. Are you sure I shouldn't just tell him?" "Yes. He may find out eventually, but it's better to wait as long as possible." "I trust you, Hun." Taylor said. "I love you." "I love you, too. I'll talk to you when you get home." Taylor sighed as he hung up the phone and sat down as he waited for the bus to get in. He hadn't seen his cousin since the boy was seven years old. That was 7 years ago. 'I wonder how much he's changed,' Taylor thought as he waited. \*\*\* Alex stared out the window of the bus. Then opened his laptop and started another journal entry. "What a way to start my 14th birthday. On my way to stay with a cousin who I haven't seen in 7 years. And it was during one of those family reunions. If only my parents were alive. Six short months ago they were on their way home with a special present for me, only to get sideswiped by a drunk semi driver. Now instead of celebrating my 14th birthday with them, I'm going to spend it with someone who doesn't even know me. We probably don't even have anything in common." He brought up the photo of his cousin so he knew what Taylor looked like. It was a full body shot of the older wolf and Alex had to admit he looked handsome. He goes back to his journal entry. "Why is it I seem to notice boys more than girls? Especially older ones like my cousin. Is it because of the ruggedness of males over girls, or is it because older boys are just more experienced in things? I don't know. I just hope Taylor and I get along. What's more, I also have to live with his roommate, Jeff. End of journal" With that he pulled up the image of the other male he was to live with. He looked at the photo and thought that the cheetah was rather cute. The info that was sent to him said that Jeff was 25 and rather smart. He looked at his watch then saw the bus was pulling into the station. He sighed. Shut off his laptop and waited to get out of the cramped conditions. \*\*\* Taylor sighed heavily as he noticed the bus pulling into the station. He watched as the bus driver got off and cleared everything with the director of the bus station before they started to let people off. One by one, the people filed out. He held up the picture of his cousin as a young wolf hopped off of the bus. "Nope. That's not him," he said to himself. He continued to watch, ready to help his cousin with whatever luggage the boy may have. He was getting nervous. What if his cousin had missed the bus? Or what if they had made a stop and the bus driver accidently left him? Or what if he was kidnapped when they had made a stop? Or.... "THAT'S HIM!!!" Taylor thought to himself as he noticed the small wolf hop off the bus. He couldn't help but smile when he thought that the boy looked cuter in person than he did in the picture. He then approached the boy. "Um...Alex?" he asked the cub. \*\*\* Alex was preoccupied with carrying things and not bumping into all the people to notice much else. But when he heard someone say his name he looked up, into Taylor's eyes. "Um, hi, Taylor," said to the older wolf. After a bit of time though he felt something more was needed. So he put his stuff down and hugged his cousin. His head came to about his cousin's stomach, but what he really noticed was the bulge down below. He noticed it, but it was not a sexual awareness. He couldn't help but feel it as it was rather large. Then he pulled away after a short while and said, "I have some bags under the bus. I didn't have much to bring most of it is clothes. Could you help me get them?" He walked over and got his bags from under the bus. Then with the help of a luggage cart he walked through the depot to Taylor's car. And the start of his new life with his cousin. \*\*\* Taylor smiled slightly as he helped his cousin. There seemed to be an awkward silence as he helped him and put the young wolf's stuff in his car. Once he started to drive, he decided that he needed to break that silence. "Listen, Alex...I know it's hard losing your parents and everything. I lost my parents, too... You've grown a lot since the last time I saw you. I bet I haven't changed a whole lot, have I? Listen, Jeff is at home preparing some food for us. He's glad that you will be living with us. Would you like some music? What do you listen to?" Taylor blushed as he found himself babbling and reached for the radio, turning it on. "Go ahead and put on whatever you'd like to listen to," he told the younger wolf. He just couldn't stand the silence any longer. When they stopped at a red light, he looked over at the young wolf and wondered what he was thinking. 'I bet he hates me. He probably thinks I talk too much and that I'm annoying. I bet he'll be here a week before he asks if he can live somewhere else. Great, now I'm babbling in my head. I guess it's just because I'm nervous,' he thought to himself before the light turned green and he pushed down on the gas lightly. \*\*\* "Really?" Alex asked, "I guess we have being orphans in common then". Alex chuckles internally because he understands that Taylor is babbling because he's nervous. "This laptop," and he holds it up briefly when he noticed they were stopped at a light, "was the gift they were getting me when the trucker crashed into them. I keep it as a reminder of their love for me. I try not to think about their death but more of their life". Alex turns the radio off. Wanting to actually talk to someone, as it was rather boring on the bus. "What's he cooking at home? Tell me all about Jeff. I was given very little information about him, except his photo, his age and of course that he's male". Alex chuckles at the last part. "What have you told him about me?" he adds. Alex looks his cousin over while the older wolf drives. Taking in as much detail about him as possible, spending more time on some areas than others. Hoping that Taylor doesn't notice and think him a fag. Not even sure himself why he stares at some areas. He puts it down to being inquisitive about his cousin and wanting to know everything he can. "You said Jeff is glad I'll be living with you two. What about you? Are you glad I'll be living with you and Jeff?" Alex wonders. \*\*\* "Are you kidding? I'm excited to have you living with me. Jeff is very...uh...nice." He was going to say cute, but he thought it would be best if he didn't. "He's a very good cook and he has some weird hobbies. You probably shouldn't go in his room though. He may not like it very much." Taylor thought about all of the gay posters in Jeff's room. "I guess we're going to have to set up some rules and boundaries for you while you're here. This is the first time that I've ever had to look after someone other than myself. Jeff has been my...uh...roommate for a while now and I trust him a lot. I think once you two get to know each other, you'll get along just fine." Taylor smiled at the young wolf as they pulled up to the apartment complex. 'Keeping it a secret that I'm gay is going to be tough for me. I'll have to talk to Jeff about it later,' he thought to himself as he pulled into a parking space and parked the car. He then led the young wolf up the stairs to apartment 412. Setting down the bags he carried he got out his keys and opened the door. \*\*\* Alex wondered why his cousin was so nervous when explaining about Jeff, having to say "uh" each time. "Well, here I am. The start of my new life. I hope Taylor is right that Jeff and I will get along. I have to live with them now," Alex thought to himself as he waited for Taylor to open the door. After Taylor opened the door and held it open, bading Alex to enter first, he walked into the living room. Across the way was the television set in a large entertainment center, to his left was a hallway he assumed had the bedrooms and bathroom. And to his right. Came the most wonderful smell! Well, actually the smell was all around him as soon as they opened the door, but it was definitely coming from the right and the kitchen. He looked over to his right and immediately saw Jeff's cheetah butt. The other male was bending over to retrieve their meal of pizza. Jeff was naked, except for wearing an apron. His tight asscheeks, the hole under the tail and his balls were all clearly visible to the young male. Then Taylor walked in right after and saw what Alex did. Jeff was very intelligent, but he knew this would be the last taste of real freedom in his own apartment that he'd get, and despite being smart, he was not perfect. He thought he had enough time to take the pizza out of the oven and get dressed. But he was wrong. Alex felt his own shorts tighten for some reason. Jeff was bent over taking the pizza out of the oven when he heard the door open. He remained bent over not sure what else to do, and said "Uh, hello you two," turning his head to look at them. When he put the pizza on top of the stove he turned around and gave a proper greeting by walking over, introducing himself to Alex and shaking the young wolf's paw. He figured he was already seen and so it wasn't much more to let the younger male notice that he also had an erection tenting the apron. Alex was shocked but he quickly got over it. He thought Jeff was cuter in person, and had a good grip. He couldn't help but notice as the cheetah was walking toward them, the tenting of the apron. He felt an inch of his young cock poke out of his sheath. "Is that pizza I smell?" Alex asked, trying hard to look the cheetah in the face. "Yep. One pepperoni for you and I. One cheese for Taylor. I hope that's alright," Jeff replied. "That's fine. I can eat many different flavors. Just don't give me anchovies," Alex made a face to indicate his dislike for the topping. " When do we eat?" "Right now. But first if you'll excuse me I should get dressed". With that he ran off to his room, this time not caring they saw his ass, seeing as how they already got a good look at it. He returned wearing a tight tshirt and tight shorts that went almost to his knees. He quickly pawed himself off in the room before getting dressed and coming out. Alex waited for Taylor to show him his bedroom. After the bedroom he went to where the tray tables were kept and soon was sitting in front of the couch. Alex noticed how the entertainment center blocked the view of the door and some of the surrounding area. And there was a large bookcase which blocked the view of the hallway which was crammed full of vhs and dvd movies. Turning the television area into a nice cozy spot. As soon as he sat down in came Jeff with three plates laden with pizza. "Why don't you go pick out a movie for us to watch?" Jeff suggested. Alex went over to the bookcase and started looking around. "What are those movies at the top? I can't read any of them," Alex inquired. Alex picked out a comedy and sat down in the middle to watch and eat his pizza. After he was done eating and the tray tables were put away he continued to watch the movie. But after a while Alex found himself nodding off. Soon he ended up with his head and a paw on Jeff's thigh. The cheetah was having a hard time trying to keep himself from getting another erection. \*\*\* Taylor smiled as he looked down at his young cousin. "Let's bring him into his room so that he can sleep," the wolf said. Jeff nodded and the two of them gently lifted Alex up and carried him into his room. Taylor began to carefully undress the young wolf while Jeff searched for some pajamas. "Did you find any?" "Nope. I guess we'll just have to strip him down to his underwear." "Don't get any ideas, Jeff. We don't want to scare him." "I know...I wasn't even thinking that. I was thinking about you in underwear," Jeff put his hands up and added, "Just kidding!". "Quiet...we don't want him waking up and hearing you....woah..." Jeff leaned over the wolf to see what we was looking at. He gasped as he noticed that the young wolf was well endowded for someone of his age. A few inches were peeking over the band of his underwear. The rest was hidden behind the fabric but was visibly pressing against it, including the knot, They both estimated he had about seven inches, and the knot appeared to be larger than a golf ball but smaller than a tennis ball. Jeff and Taylor had a hard time controlling their own erections as they proceeded to tuck the young boy in. After they were done, Jeff pulled Taylor down the hall and into his room. They locked the door and pulled each other into a deep kiss. "Damn, I've been wanting that all afternoon," Jeff said before they stripped down and began to have a bit of fun. The next morning, Taylor snuck out of Jeff's room and into his own before "waking up" and getting his younger cousin up as well. "Alex, time to get up. We have to register you for the local school today," Taylor said. If the younger wolf was anything like himself, he would probably groan and roll back over. \*\*\* Alex woke in the middle of the night, having to go to the bathroom after the soda he drank during dinner. As groggy as he was, it took him a while to realize he was no longer on the couch. He remembered falling asleep, putting his head and a paw on Jeff's thigh. As he was nodding off he could swear that he felt the cheetah's crotch thicken against the back of his head. As he continued waking up he realized that he was in his new room, in his new bed, which was so very comfortable. Then he realized with a start that he was in his underwear, and erect. He felt so embarrassed, guessing that his cousin had stripped him down to his briefs when he found that Alex had not brought any sleepwear not wanting to leave his cousin fully clothed in bed. Alex felt himself a bit of a freak as his cock was alot larger than many of the friends he had in his old city. He couldn't help but notice their sizes when it was time for gym class. He was hoping that Taylor wouldn't think him a freak. And hoped that his cousin also didn't think to be a fag for getting an erection around the other males. His bladder reminded him of why he woke up. So he got up and quietly walked out of his bedroom. He walked down the couple of feet to the bathroom door. As he was about to walk in he thought he heard some sounds coming from Jeff's room, and the light could be seen under the door. Then he went in and relieved himself. After flushing the toilet and washing his hands he turned off the light and went back to his room. Getting into bed he listened and could hear grunts and groans coming through the wall from Jeff's room. Feeling tired and ignoring his erection he began to feel sleepy due to the rhythmic sounds. The sun was shining when he woke to the sound of Taylor opening the door to his room and saying it was time to get up and get registered. He was facing the door when he opened his eyes. There was his older cousin, clad in nothing but white briefs. The bulge of his cousin's genitals pressed against the fabric, showing off just how much larger his cousin was. Taylor was very tired after being with Jeff and had not thought clearly before coming in to wake his younger cousin up. He was used to being in his briefs in the morning. Alex stared for a few seconds at his nearly naked cousin, before groaning and turning over to face the wall. "Give me a minute, Taylor," he said. He had woken up without an erection this time, but seeing his cousin's body clad in briefs he quickly got another one. Taylor left, shutting the door. When he was alone again, Alex pulled the blankets down, removed his underwear completely and began pawing off. He tried to imagine how big his cousin's cock and knot were. He also thought back on when he saw Jeff's rear and balls. Soon he shot a load onto his body. When his orgasm subsided he took alot of the facial tissue from his nightstand to clean himself off. He grabbed a fresh pair of briefs. Then he carefully opened the door, looked around to make sure neither of them were around and made a naked dash for the bathroom and shower. \*\*\* Taylor sighed as he went back to his room and got dressed, changing out of his sweaty, musky underwear and into some fresh clean ones. Jeff knocked on his door and came in. "Hey, I think we might have to be a little more discreet about our activities," the cheetah said softly. "I think I heard Alex go to the bathroom while we were having sex last night." Taylor blushed slightly. "I hope he just thinks you were pawing off or something." "He probably does, but even so, we should probably only do it when Alex is at school. Speaking of which, you should probably get going. Breakfast is on the table." Taylor gasped as he saw the time and went out into the kitchen and grabbed the pack of s'mores pop tarts that were on the table. Taylor then grabbed Alex's pack of pop tarts and turned back heading toward the bathroom. Halfway through the living room he saw Alex, completely naked, dashing toward his room. Seeing his younger cousin naked with his equipment swaying with the movement caused Taylor to have lewd thoughts, blush at the thoughts, plus get an erection at the same time. His pants got tighter, thankfully the bulge was not very noticeable unless one looked. He sighed and went to Alex's bedroom and knocked on the door. "Hurry up, Alex. We don't want you to be late," he said. After Alex came out of his bedroom fully dressed, Taylor handed him the pop tarts and they were on their way. "So, first we need to get you registered for your classes and sign all of the papers letting them know that I'm your legal guardian. After that, we'll go home and start to get you unpacked. At around 3, I have to go to work, so you'll be home alone for an hour. You can watch T.V. or a movie until around 4, when Jeff will be home. When he gets home, I want the two of you to spend some time together to get to know each other better." They pulled up to the school and Taylor parked the car before leading his younger cousin into the main office. Taylor talked with the counselor about what happened and told her that he was Alex's new guardian. They went through all of the paperwork and signed everything that needed to be signed. It wasn't long before Alex had his schedule. "Alright, Alex, that wasn't so bad, now was it? Let's get home to see if Jeff left us some lunch," Taylor said as he led his younger cousin out to the car. "If he didn't, I could make something. I'm not that great of a cook, even though my job does deal with food, but I can make a mean grilled cheese." \*\*\* Alex was glad it was over. Too many people having him sign too many forms. He got into the car with Taylor and they headed back home. Arriving in the apartment Taylor turned to Alex and said, "Oh. I almost forgot. Here's your key to the apartment. Since you'll be living here, you'll need a way to get in besides the fire escape". Both chuckled at this joke. They went into the kitchen and saw there was a note on the fridge saying there were sandwiches inside for both of them. Alex and Taylor picked one out and something to drink, then sat down at the kitchen table to eat. They talked for a bit. Both learning more about the other. Then they went to Alex's room to get him unpacked. Both Taylor and Alex were a bit embarrassed, but for different reasons, when the first thing Taylor pulled out of one of the suitcases was a pair of Alex's briefs. Both felt their own shorts tighten, but didn't realize the other had it happen. Taylor looked at the bedside clock and saw it was 2:45pm. "I have to get ready for work or I'll be late! Remember you'll be alone for about an hour before Jeff gets home from work. And remember, I'd like you two to spend some time together, get to know each other. You'll really like him. I know I do. He's been a big help to me since my parents died". With that he gave his young cousin a hug. Forgetting he had gotten aroused just a few moments ago and believed Alex could feel the larger bulge in his pants. But at the moment, it didn't matter. Then he left Alex to finish the unpacking. After he finished Alex went to the living room to pick a movie. He noticed the ones he asked about were gone from the top shelves. He picked one out and began watching it. Fifteen minutes before 4pm he was bored with the movie and his mind wandered back to seeing Jeff's ass and tenting apron, seeing his older cousin clad in nothing but briefs. And started to rub his crotch through his own shorts. Getting hard he opened up his shorts and pulled them down to his thighs and began pawing off right there on the couch leaving the movie playing. Then he heard a key in the door and swiftly pulled his shorts up and closed them before Jeff walked in. \*\*\* Jeff sighed as he walked in. "Alex, I'm home," the cheetah said. He noticed the movie playing and saw the young wolf on the couch. "This is a boring movie. Why are you watching it?" "Well, I finished unpacking and I had nothing else to do," Alex said as the cheetah sat next to him. "So, I was thinking of different ways for us to get to know each other better and I decided that the best way would be for us to go back and forth asking each other questions. I'll go first. What's your favorite sport?" "Soccer. What is your favorite movie?" "Blade Runner. What's your favorite class in school?" "Gym. Where do you work?" "Fur&Flesh. It's a clothing corporation in the Randy building." Alex snickered at this. Jeff realized the joke too and also chuckled. "Yeah, I know". Then he asked his question, "What's your favorite color?" Alex answered, "Blue. What do you like most about Taylor?" "The way he...um," Jeff responded realizing in time he was about to say how hard Taylor takes his ass. "Sorry, problem with where I work. Whenever I have a thought it throws me off. I was going to say the way he drives. He's very careful". "What clothing do you like to wear to bed?" Jeff asked. "Um," Alex said, remembering when he awoke to discover himself in just briefs. "Well just my underwear. Often gets to hot to wear anything else over my fur. And I don't like all the cutesy things or commercialized products they put on pajamas. What do you and Taylor wear to bed?". "Same as you. Just underwear. And for the same reason. And there's often no reason to wear anything else when it is just you in a room. What music do you like to listen to?" Jeff wanted to get off the subject of underwear, remembering when he saw Alex the first night. "Rock and roll, pop. Is it okay to like guys?" Alex asked. The cheetah's face turned red. 'They really are more alike than they know.' Jeff was about to answer the question when the phone rang. "Hold that thought." Jeff went over and answered the phone. "Hi, Debbie. No, I can't...I have my roommate's cousin here...I have to look after him...No, I really can't come back in...I'm sorry, Debbie....Woah...it's that bad? Well...I really can't come in...Try Danny. He's almost as good as I am. Besides, he could use the practice...but don't tell him I said that. Alright. Good luck. Bye." Jeff sighed as he came back over. "I'm sorry about that. What was your question?" "What do you wear to bed? Boxers or briefs?" Alex asked. He noticed that Jeff was a bit absent minded and wanted to try and get off the previous topic. "I'm a boxers guy. What hobbies do you have?" The two continued on with their questions and Jeff forgot all about Alex's uncomfortable question. It wasn't long before the two started to watch another movie. They were asleep when Taylor came home and noticed them on the couch. "Hey, love birds, time to get up," he teased as he noticed them cuddled up together. The two of them blushed and quickly jumped to opposite sides of the couches. "S-Sorry...I'm just used to cuddling up with my parents when we would watch movies." "It's alright. Besides, I..."Once again he was cut off by the phone. Jeff jumped up and answered it. "Hi, Debbie...no, I can come in. Taylor just got home...Yes, I'll be right in." "Trouble at the office?" Taylor asked. "Yeah, I'll be back soon." Jeff said. He sighed as he left the apartment. Taylor smiled at Alex as he sat down next to him. "How'd it go?" \*\*\* "Well Jeff thought it would be a good idea to ask questions back and forth. So we did that for a while before deciding to watch a movie," Alex answered. "Did you want to continue watching the movie with me? Can cuddle with me if you like. I may not be your parents, but I'm just as fluffy," Taylor asked, making Alex smile with the 'fluffy' part. Alex wasn't sure he should, after sleeping cuddled with Jeff, but he felt that Taylor may suspect something if he didn't so he agreed. "Great!" Taylor replied, "Just let me get out of these work clothes and into a hot shower. Being a waiter you have to go from hot kitchen to air conditioned dining area". With that he went down the hall to his bedroom and got undressed. He thought, "Heck, he's on the couch watching the movie. And it's only a few steps to the bathroom..." With that Taylor dashed naked to the bathroom. At that moment Alex had gotten up to get a drink of water in the kitchen. He heard a door open and shut and looked down the hallway just in time to see his cousin dashing naked into the bathroom, large balls swaying with the pumping legs. He blushed and felt his shorts tighten before he got to the kitchen. During the end of his shower Taylor couldn't stop thinking of Jeff, and though he tried not to, also about Alex and got an erection. Then he dropped the soap and the water got cold. So he finished rinsing and turned everything off. Grabbing a towel he dried himself off as best he could. But couldn't help moan when the towel grazed against his sensitive cock and knot. He was completely rock hard and his knot was as big as it gets. "Think I'll paw off quickly in my room before joining him," Taylor thought. With that he opened the door, peeked out and ran for it. Alex had gotten up shortly before Taylor opened the door to put his glass in the sink. Again he heard a door open. This time when he looked he saw Taylor dash out of the bathroom, his huge erection bobbing lewdly before him and the knot holding the sheath down. It was only a second's view, but it was enough to make Alex realize that Taylor was most definitely bigger. His own cock swelled to full erection in his shorts. He put the glass in the sink and sat down to wait for Taylor to get back. Adjusting his crotch quickly. \*\*\* Taylor murred softly as he continued to paw himself off. Normally, he would think about Jeff, but at that moment, he was thinking about Alex's cute butt. He murred as he felt his orgasm getting closer and closer. He quickly finished up and joined Alex on the couch. "What took you so long?" Alex asked. "Couldn't find a clean pair of underwear." Taylor said. The two laughed it off as they watched another movie. By then, it was about 10 at night. "I'm going to wait for Jeff to get home. You go ahead and head to bed. "But, I want to wait for Jeff, too." "Fine, let me call him and see how long it's going to be. If it's going to be too long, you're going to bed, no acceptions." "Okay," Alex said as he watched his cousin get up and go over to the phone. Taylor smiled as he hit some numbers and it rang. "Hey, Jeff, it's Taylor. How long are you going to be?" "Another good two hours at least. They really messed this order up," the cheetah said through the phone. "Make sure Alex gets to sleep sometime soon. We're practically his parents now so we need to take care of him." "Understood. See you when you get home." "So?" Alex asked eagerly. "He won't be home for another two hours. So, you're going to bed, young man. We need to make sure you get used to going to sleep around this time anyways," Taylor said. "Aw...but that's no fun," Alex whined. "It's not always about having fun. Now go on. Get in there," Taylor said as he directed his cousin into his room. "Good night." \*\*\* Alex went into his room and shut the door, bidding his cousin good night but had a pout on his face. The pout was just to make his cousin laugh to show he wasn't really upset. He stripped down to his underwear but felt he should probably get those washed too. So he stripped entirely naked. He was beginning to enjoy being naked and decided he'd sleep that way from now on. He placed his clothes in the hamper within the closet then sat down at his desk to write in his journal. "It's only been two days since I arrived. Already I have seen Jeff's naked ass, tailhole and balls. Then saw his apron tented by his obvious erection. It was embarrassing yet arousing at the same time. Just a few hours later my cousin, Taylor, has seen the erection in my briefs when he put me to bed the first night. I know he didn't strip me for sexual reasons, he couldn't possibly be into guys and is my older cousin. But it was embarrassing nonetheless to wake up and realize what had happened. I hope he doesn't think I'm a freak or something, having such a large cock and an erection at that time. Then to have him walk into my room to wake me up, wearing nothing but his own tight briefs. I could see his large balls and sheath making the fabric strain to contain them. I couldn't help but get hard. I had to make it appear as if I wanted to just turn over and go back to sleep just so he would leave and I could paw off. I wonder how big he is. His equipment has to be huge judging by the size of his balls. I'm hoping no one saw me when I decided to dash to the bathroom and back to my room. I could never do that at home when my parents were alive. And I was rather surprised with my boldness. The major thing on my mind right now is when I accidentally saw Taylor dashing from his room stark naked. With no fabric containing them, his large balls swayed like a pendulum and looked even larger. It was even more of a shock to see him naked the second time so soon after the first, this time dashing from the bathroom. He had a full boner. It bobbed up and down, while his balls swayed side-to-side. I wondered if it was huge and now I know it is. He IS larger than me, and his knot looks like a tennis ball. I need to paw off so badly right now. So I'm going to just finish this entry & go into the bathroom. I can't keep using the facial tissues in my room. End of journal" With that Alex snuck back out of his room, naked and erect to the bathroom. He was pawing off, sitting on the toilet when Jeff walked in, also completely naked and erect. The cheetah was intent on a shower and had been aroused playing with Taylor. He covered himself with the towel and said "Oops, sorry," before walking back out. Alex quickly finished up his pawjob, not knowing that Jeff was there listening at the door. He cleaned up then grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist and walked out. Trying not to stare at the obvious tenting in the cheetah's own towel. Alex discovered Jeff was also very well endowed. Back in his room he opened his laptop again and opened up the current journal file. "Just got caught by Jeff, pawing off in the bathroom. I didn't think he'd be home this soon. What's more, he was also naked and very hard. He has to be as well endowed as Taylor, except he has a feline cock so it looks smaller. I've already pawed off but I know that I'm going to be dreaming of them both tonight. End of journal" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The parts that aren't indented are mine. The parts that are indented are his. Pretty simple, right? We've bothe been working very hard on this. Enjoy.

Title: Belleau Wood Tags: general staff, garth brooks, god speed, gabriel reached, gabriel looked, gabriel nodded, gabriel glanced, gabriel sat, quiet still, german soldier *Oh, the snowflakes fell in silence Over Belleau Wood that night For a Christmas truce had been declared By both sides of the fight As we lay there in our trenches The silence broke in two By a German soldier singing A song that we all knew...* *\- Belleau Wood,* Garth Brooks Private Gabriel Hitchcock looked up into the black night sky, watching the snowflakes drift lazily down, covering the trenches and ground in a light, filmy blanket of ethereal light. The snow fell silently, softly, unperturbed by what it found upon reaching the ground; it covered the mud and the wooden firing steps and the barbed wire and the shell craters equally, quietly, without murmur. The snow fell lazily, each flake spiraling down from the heavens, through the cold and crisp night air. In a sense of wonder he had not felt since childhood, Gabriel reached out with his hand, palm up, and caught a snowflake, staring at it as if he had never seen such a thing of beauty before. Or perhaps, as if he had feared what he had to have known was true. That he would never see one again. Gabriel looked around again, up into the night sky, and then around the cold, narrow, muddy and damp confines of the trench that had been his home for the last year, since that fateful day that he and his mates had been caught up in the euphoria of the moment, in the sheer excitement of the mob - even, Gabriel reflected to himself as he watched the snowflake melt in his hand - even in the smile of the pretty girl who had run up to him and the lads as they waited in line, and planted a kiss on his cheek. Gabriel exhaled heavily, his breath condensing in the cold night air. It was almost surreal, he knew, as he looked around the trench again, at the men huddling under thick canvas parkas, cleaning their rifles, warming small tins of water for coffee or tea, Privates Grady and Little over there, arguing, again, over a card game, cigarettes the stakes. As he listened to the arguing, the hiss of boiling water, the metallic clack of a rifle's bolt being slammed home and a bullet chambered, Gabriel reflected on what he didn't hear. The explosions, the booming tenebrous waves of thunder that rolled across the blasted wasteland between the trenches, the hateful staccato of machine gun fire, the slower, higher pitched reports of rifle and pistol shots...and the screaming, the screaming of the dead and the dying and the wounded. For nearly a year, those sounds had been woven into the background of Gabriel's existence, and as horrible as they were, it was almost uncomfortable to hear the silence, the mundane sounds of everyday life, the soft whisper of the winter breeze and the barest echo of the snowflakes falling down. *Though I did not know the language The song was 'Silent Night' Then I heard my buddy whisper, 'All is calm and all is bright' Then the fear and doubt surrounded me 'Cause I'd die if I was wrong But I stood up on my trench And I began to sing along Then across the frozen battlefield Another's voice joined in Until one by one each man became A singer of the hymn* Gabriel ambled across the frozen, muddy floor of the trench, and squatted near Grady and Little, holding his hands out over the small fire they had nurtured in an old shell casing. He watched with disinclined interest, as Little laid down his cards - full house, tens over jacks. Grady threw his cards down in disgust on the big barb wire spool that served as a makeshift poker table. "What do you hear?" Gabriel asked, as Little grinned, sweeping in the pot of hand rolled cigarettes. "Do you think this truce is going to hold?" Grady looked up. "What do we ever know?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders. He paused, lighting a cigarette, and exhaling heavily into the cold night air. "You don't hear any shooting, though, do you?" He gestured with one hand toward the firing steps, and beyond. "Fritz seems content to enjoy his Christmas too." Little paused in his cigarette inventory. "I hear the truce lasts until midnight," he said. He reached inside his coat and pulled out an old battered pocket watch. "About six hours from now." "A horrible thing," Grady commented. "Six hours to live." "We've made it this far, right?" Gabriel asked, mustering a smile. The other two privates regarded him, and the smile faltered. "I know," he said quietly. "I know." "Goddamn the General Staff," Grady said to no one in particular. "Sitting thirty five miles behind the line in some goddamn French villa, sipping their tea, while we lot get slaughtered every day. Up over the steps, lads! For England! For King and Country!" He spat on the ground, and took another long drag. "Careful," Little commented. "That's seditious talk." He finished his counting, and began dividing his cigarettes into three neat little piles. Gabriel shivered involuntarily, pulling his coat tighter around his shoulders. Out of instinct, he looked down and checked his rifle, his hands moving over it, almost of their own volition. Little looked up again. "Here," he said, holding his hand out. Gabriel looked at him. "Take it. Merry Christmas." Gabriel nodded in thanks. Little nodded, and nudged Grady. "Merry Christmas, ya old bastard," he said, handing over a third of the cigarettes he had managed to stockpile. "Merry Christmas," Grady answered back, gruff, but clearly touched. "Peace on Earth, and goodwill toward men." "Smoke them fast," Little said. "I heard Captain Hollister say we were going over the top as soon as the truce ended. General Staff," his lip curled sarcastically. "They think they can force a breakthrough. Catch Hans unaware. Like the Huns aren't planning the exact same thing." The three men were silent. Finally, Grady exhaled, long and slow, looking at his cigarette, with a sad, faraway eye. "Merry Christmas and goddamn the General Staff all to hell," he finally said. Gabriel sat, motionless, his mind racing. "Over the top?" he asked. "Are you sure?" Little nodded. "Captain seems pretty sure of it. There's going to be a general inspection at 2300, and over the top at one minute past the witching hour." "Jesus on his throne," Gabriel said quietly. He suddenly stood up, his eyes blazing. "Right," he said. "Well, if we've got five hours, then by God, we have five hours left." He picked up his rifle, slinging it over his back. "Where are you going, boy?" Grady asked. "I'm going to the back," Gabriel answered, nodding his head. "It's Christmas, and I'm going on leave." "Um," Little said. "You know they shoot deserters, right?" "I'm not deserting," Gabriel said. "I'll be back in time for the big push. But even so, if we're going over the top, then shooting me for being AWOL won't be much difference, right lads?" "God speed, then, boy," Grady said, shaking his head slowly. He lit another cigarette. "God speed." *Then I thought that I was dreaming For right there in my sight Stood the German soldier 'Neath the falling flakes of white And he raised his hand and smiled at me As if he seemed to say Here's hoping we both live To see us find a better way* Gabriel carefully picked his way through the snow. The scars of war were less here, away from the trenches, towards the small town. The German guns couldn't reach this far behind the line, and both side's scouts and bombers were tangling miles to the north, over the main front. Still, the evidence that all was not right and peaceful in the world still abounded; the odd shattered shack, tree trunks splintered and blasted, occasional tread marks from trucks and men moving from civilization toward the relentless drumbeat of war and death. He walked into the town, his rifle still slung over his shoulder, but loosely slung, within easy reach, a bullet chambered and the safety off. The small village was dark, quiet, lights extinguished in the off chance that a German cannon or plane decided to use it as easy target practice. As Gabriel walked up the lonely main street, though, he saw that the residents had decided, on this night, to at least try at a semblance of normalcy; the church at the north end of the town was open, lights on, kerosene lamps burning under dark hoods. Gabriel smiled, making his way toward the church. Just as silence had replaced the sounds of war in the trenches, now the sounds of singing replaced the sound of snow. The notes of hymns and carols bled out from the front doors of the church, and Gabriel gladly walked toward them now, making his way up the steps, and pushing the door open, leaning against the inner archway, watching the townsfolk sing. A few turned toward him, curious, noting his uniform and his rifle, smiling, and then turning again, their voices lifted up in song. The townspeople fell silent, as a priest stepped up to the altar, offering benediction and blessings. As the service ended, Gabriel ducked out of the doorway into the cold, as the people from the town began to file out of the church. A young, pretty woman, wearing a jacquard dress with a princess collar, stopped, her eyes downcast, a small smile on her lips nonetheless. Gabriel looked at her, noting her dress, which would have been the height of style about five or ten years earlier. But she was young and pretty, and her cheeks were flushed with the softest hint of pink from the cold, and she carried the dress well. She glanced up at him, and her smile grew faintly larger, her cold gray eyes assessing him, traveling over his face and upper body. Gabriel swallowed quietly, returning her gaze, barely noticing that she extended her hand, taking his hard and dirty and calloused hand in her small, dainty, gloved one. She smiled at him, her eyes moving away, flicking down the street. Slowly, Gabriel nodded. She led him down the road, toward a small cottage nestled in the shadow of the general store. Smoke lazily from a nondescript tin chimney. Still silent, smiling, the woman led him up to the front door of the cottage, opening the door, pulling Gabriel inside. The cottage was small, but sturdy and well kept. A bed nestled in one corner, next to the stove, which double as a fireplace. There was an agreeable amount of warmth coming from the open flames, and a mince pie of some sort sat atop the black cast iron. Without a word, the woman gently but firmly sat Gabriel down in a chair. Before him, on the small, rough wooden table, lay a plate, chipped in a few places, but bright and clean. She pulled a linen napkin from a trunk near the stove, and offered it to Gabriel. She then reached into a small icebox, and pulled out a small bottle of home brewed beer, setting it next to the plate. Gabriel felt his stomach rumbling involuntarily, as the scents of the mince pie wafted through the air. She turned from him, grabbing the pie with two towels wrapped round the handles of the pan, and brought it to the table, setting it down. Gabriel smiled, licking his lips; the smells were a heaven’s distance from the muck and the slop of the trenches. She cut him a generous chunk of the mince pie, dropping it onto his place, and handing him a fork. Gabriel glanced at her, and then, able to resist no more, he bent down and began shoveling the food into his mouth, washing it down with the cold beer. The young woman sat at the other end of the table, her head cradled in one hand, watching the soldier eat, smiling, her gray eyes sparkling. Gabriel ate quickly, hungrily, wolfing the food down, his alternating between the food and the pretty young woman who was sitting across from him. Finally, finished, he leaned back in his chair, a sigh of contentment escaping his lips. The cares of the war, the mud and rats and death and screams seemed far behind him, away, gone, some sort of fleeting memory lost in the warmth of the moment, the glow of the food, and the smile and sparkling eyes of his pretty, silent, hostess. She cleared the table, quickly, efficiently, and then returned to him, leading him by the hand to the small bed in the opposite corner. She sat him down, her hands in his, facing him, smiling all the time, never speaking. She stood before him, standing straight and tall, and Gabriel sat, looking up at her, his gaze never wavering, never breaking from her own. The woman stood before him, very still, reaching up with her left hand, unclasping the back of her high princess collar. The collar fell away from her neck. Now with both hands, she reached behind her unclasping the bodice of her dress, the heavy antique fabric falling away from her body. She stepped out of the pile of ruffles and silk and taffeta at her feet, standing before him, unashamed, her small, high, pert breasts dusted with the faintest pink of blush, the nipples already hard and pointing. The corset around her waist was laced tightly, pushing her breasts up and out, the pale ivory lace and brocade blending into her own pale skin. Heavily laced and ruffled garters extended from the boned ribs of her corset, attaching themselves to the lacy tops of her stockings. Pale, translucent, gauzy fabric covered the junction between her legs, until she pushed the bloomers down, stepping out of them, standing before Gabriel, the same small, enigmatic smile on her face. Her final act of undressing was to unclasp the small golden locket that she wore around her neck, laying it on a small, rough table near her bed. Gabriel's breath hitched in his breast as he regarded her body, and when she came forward, embracing him, he embraced her as well, tightly, breathing in the scent of her body, losing himself in the moment, the now, his hands running up and down her body, feeling her curves and skin and sinew, his face buried in the joining of her neck and collar, his lips brushing against her. She nuzzled at his ear, his jaw, kissing up and down his face, as her hands expertly stripped the old, worn, dirty trappings of his soldier's uniform from his body, the buckles and straps and shirts falling away from him, revealing the hard, wiry muscles born in an environment of combat and hardship. Smooth and soft met hard and calloused, as their lips found one another, meeting together, pressing against each other. Her tongue darted from between her parted lips, exploring his mouth, the heat from their bodies radiating out, pouring into each other, the two of them melting together. She kissed lower, her lips caressing his chin, his neck, the hollow of his throat, her mouth and body moving down his, kissing the hard, flat muscles of his chest, the depression of his sternum, down the center of his body, across his abdomen. Her hands worked at the top of his pants, unbuckling, unbuttoning, pushing the hard coarse fabric away from him, eager to unearth skin and muscle, pushing in between his legs, toward the heat. Her hands on his cock were like an electric surge through his body. Gabriel hissed, once, involuntarily, the heat and the soft snapping him to attention, his cock rising, engorging, responding to her eager touch. She smiled up at him, eyes flashing, the light from the kerosene dancing in her pupils, and then she looked down, her mouth traveling across his skin, until her lips and tongue found her hands, and soft breath replaced the clasp of her delicate fingers, tongue replacing the feel of silk. Gabriel stiffened, as she worked on him, her lips closing around his cock, her tongue flicking the underside of his shaft, eager and unrestrained, her blonde hair bobbing up and down in his lap. He felt his hands go to her hair, his fingers diving into the blonde tangle, guiding her, moving with her, his hips even pumping slightly, rising and falling in rhythm with her head, as she traced a wet trail up and down his stiff shaft, up and down, over and over again. He was moaning now, a low, throaty, guttural noise, overlapping the wet sounds of her ministrations on his cock. He looked down at her, lost in the passion, pulling at her shoulders until she rose once again to meet him, and he leaned in, kissing her hard on the jaw, on the corner of her mouth, lips once again finding each other, kissing hard and fast and urgently. One hand fell, and he explored her cleft, finding heat and moisture and desire. He rolled with her, throwing her back on the bad, his weight over her, stroking her with his had, kissing her still, never breaking contact. He guided himself between her legs, waiting, holding, just letting himself brush against her. She gasped, staring up at him, her eyes wide with lust and passion and desire, and he nodded, dark brown eyes meeting gray, and he leaned forward, until they touched, joined, and the shock of the moment, of the contact, was enough to rip groans of desire from both of them. Gabriel let his weight fall forward now, toward her, plunging deep inside her, as her body stiffened, hands arched, fingers pressing hard into his back, running up and down, as she struggled to hold on. He began to slowly move in and out, and her hips thrust forward as his retreated, moving in synch and rhythm, in and out, in and out, over and over again. Her gasps became shorter, sharper, as they began to build together, waves of passion and desire and fulfillment washing over the two of them, moving in unison, together, now and forever, their gaze never breaking, never wavering. Her legs stiffened, her hands became claws, scratching, digging into his back, as the waves built to a crescendo, and they both succumbed to it, together, as one, and as the wave continued to build, as it crested, and he climaxed into her, her own climax hit her, her back arched, head thrown back, and she screamed, a feral scream of pleasure and awakening and joy, and they continued to move together, riding the current of their own passion, moving as one, slower and slower, as the waves receded into currents, and then into the still waters of completion. Gabriel leaned down, kissing her again, this time gently, slowly, her own lips responding, embracing not in torrid passion, but in quiet, still gentility, both of them laying quietly, in the soft deep moment. Presently, the town clock rousted Gabriel; the tenebrous tones counting towards the devil's hour, and he knew his time was done. She watched him silently as he dressed, one hand holding her blankets over her breasts, her eyes still bright, but somehow, different, sad. Gabriel finished his chore, and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her hair, looking at her. His question went asked, silently, in his eyes. The answer came, not silently, but in a lilting, clear voice, a voice as quiet and still as the snow falling on the battlefield. "Joyeux Noël, Monsieur," she said quietly, kissing him on the cheek. Her hands found his, and she dropped her locket into them, closing his fingers over it, closing her hand over his. "Dieu soit avec vous." Gabriel nodded. He rose, and walked to the door of her cottage, before stopping, turning towards her as he slung his rifle once again over his shoulder. He looked at her again, as if his eyes were taking a snapshot of the moment, drinking in her blonde hair, now delightfully askew and wild, her gray eyes, the heart shape of her face. "Merry Christmas," he said, before turning toward the door again. *Then the devil's clock struck midnight And the skies lit up again And the battlefield where heaven stood Was blown to hell again* Gabriel held the locket in his hand, fingers toying with it, as the artillery rained down on the stretch of wasted death between the German and English trenches, as the harsh braking staccato of machine gun fire and the high, individual cracking reports of rifle fire mixed with the yells and the screams and the noises of death once again. Bombs burst over the battlefield, and exploded in the mud, dirt and ice and blood blossomed and flew through the air. All along the line, men rushed to the firing steps, checking for one last time, their rifles, their sidearms, saying quiet prayers, looking at photos or letters from loved ones. Gabriel glanced to his left, saw Little and Grady, both of them looking back, sad, wistful expressions in their eyes. Little tucked one of his playing cards, the queen of hearts, into his belt, and favored Gabriel with a pained half smile, before once again turning his attention toward the front of the trench, the man in front of him already up on the firing steps. Gabriel looked down at the locket, wondering, forever wondering, and then he pushed it into a pocket, and gripped his rifle tight, waiting, his foot on the first step, the artillery fire sporadic now, the machine guns and rifles still barking their rhythm of death and destruction. He stole a quick glance into the sky, and noted, to his surprise, that the snow had stopped. And then the whistle blew, and he heaved himself up the ladder, over the top of the trench, into the battle. *But for just one fleeting moment The answer seemed so clear Heaven's not beyond the clouds It's just beyond the fear No, heaven's not beyond the clouds It's for us to find it here* *\- Belleau Wood,* Garth Brooks

Title: Competition by Zerrif Tags: Anal, Character Development, Ferret, Fox, Love, M/M, Rimming, Romance, Tiger, Wolf Disclaimer: I don't own Zulf. He ain't mine. He's Humbuged's ([http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/humbuged](http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/humbuged) or [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/humbuged](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/humbuged)) Though I'm very thankful he lets me use him all the time. ;D Yeah. Male on Male gay furry porn. If you don't like or aren't legal enough... well... don't read. If you do like, read on. :3 Remeber kiddies; comments keep an author warm at night! (This fic is unbeta'd. If you notice any errors or have constructive criticism on how to change things, feel free to say so.) Edit: Ack! I knew I had something wrong. Zulf's a mostly black wolf, but he's white down his front, on the insides of his legs, and his arms from about his elbow down. X\_X. Just changed colour inaccuracies. [http://bp0.blogger.com/\_DKVB7H5Z6K8/RwmBTVv4AkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/0cDQKSy79ig/s1600-h/furry022.jpg](http://bp0.blogger.com/_DKVB7H5Z6K8/RwmBTVv4AkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/0cDQKSy79ig/s1600-h/furry022.jpg) ^^^ Shameless advertisement for Humbuged. :P. --- "Was there anyone else?" The question had never come up before. Zerrif thought Zulf didn't care; the wolf didn't seem to have any personal feelings that would come between them. That's why, when the question had come up during some mindless dinner conversation, Zerrif was stunned. His fork halfway to his mouth, the golden-brown ferret couldn't help but just stare at the black and white wolf. "Pardon me?" Zerrif asked. Zulf shrugged. "I dunno. Was just wonderin." Zulf said, continuing to spoon peas and potatoes into his mouth. Zerrif laughed a little sarcastically. "Hey, I'm not the one with the countless amounts of lovers." He said, mocking Zulf. The conversation had come up before; but it was directed towards the other side. The wolf had just replied saying that he had experience in many things in bed, and that was the end of the conversation. Zerrif himself had brought it up as a joke, and never really thought of it again until now. "Calm down, Zer. I didn't mean to offend ya." Zulf said, looking up. "Sorry I even mentioned it." He grumbled. Zerrif sighed, and got up, walked over to the wolf, and kissed his muzzle. "I know. And no, there was no one else." He said, with a smirk. "Apart from Jayce, but--" "Good." Zulf said, kissing the ferret back. He tasted like their dinner, something which amused the ferret. "And there better not be any others. Cause if I come in and see--" "What, you'd get angry?" Zerrif joked. His tail came up, and brushed over Zulf's shoulder provocatively. "I'm sure you're the type that'd just join in, anyway." He added with another smirk, taking their plates to the sink. Zulf chuckled. --- The ferret went to work the next day, unable to really shake the thought, the doubt from his head. Why would Zulf just suddenly ask that? True, he'd asked the same thing of the wolf, and he'd given a half-straight answer. But still, there had been that tone of voice as if Zulf was worried about something. "Ah, don't let it bother ya." Lorrie said, at work. Zerrif sighed, and wiped down the bar. Now that there were three of them working there, they didn't all need to work every day; they were on a rotational shift basis. Today was the wolf's day off, and so Zerrif had been telling the fox all about his thoughts. She kept calling him silly or somesuch, trying to tell him there was nothing. "Hey, Lorrie? Could you tell me about any of Zulf's uh... 'many conquests'?" Zerrif asked. That had caused the fox to laugh for a good minute or two. "Hey hey, he said it, not me." "Oh ah know, which is why ah laughed so damn hard, precious." She said, sitting on a stool behind the bar. It was a slow day today, only a couple customers had come in for a few drinks, and left. It was sure to get busier at night, with the game being on and all, but that wasn't till later. "But which one?" "Um... any stand out, or come to mind really quickly?" Zerrif asked. Lorrie scratched her head, slapping her thighs with a washcloth. Her tail flicked back and forth as she sat, a habit she had whenever she was thinking. "Well there was this one. Toraz. Had a huge effect on th'Boss. He'd come in all half-there, and half-not. Kinda like you did after the first time he screwed ya good, y'know?" Lorrie said, with a wink. Zerrif blushed, and whapped her with his own washcloth. "But no, seriously. Th'Boss was, well, happy. I guess. Liked what was happening." "Which was?" Zerrif asked, a obviously intrigued; he was pretty much on the point where the slightest wind would push him off his stool. Maybe he could use this as some sort of way to surprise Zulf, or just make things a little more interesting. Lorrie winked again. "Let's jus' say... th'Boss knows all about yer little crab-walk ya do in those early-morning shifts." She said. Zerrif raised an eyebrow, and then it registered. His jaw dropped, and Lorrie smacked her thigh again, howling and laughing. Man, if she only had a camera, she was never going to get that expression from the ferret again. "So this Toraz guy... and Zulf..." Zerrif said. He made an obscene gesture with a finger and a hole, and Lorrie just laughed again, nodding. Man, it was like she'd just killed him inside, and he'd been reduced to mush or something. "And... this was the Boss?" He said, holding up his hand that made a hole. Lorrie fell back, catching herself on the counter, laughing so hard that her sides hurt, and that her eyes teared up. Zerrif just blushed again. The thought of Zulf being submissive was well... odd. "Mhm. The two of them broke off after a while. Somethin' bout th'Boss not findin' what he wanted. Toraz was..." She broke off, coughing. "A great fuck and a great guy, but just not for him." She said, lowering her voice to mimic Zulf's, and using her hands to make quotation marks in the air. Zerrif smirked. "So yeh, dun worry your purty little golden head off. They're good friend now, but that's it. I mean, all I hear from th'Boss when he works is 'Zerrif this' an' 'Zerrif that'. It's cute, really; haven't heard anythin' like it since Toraz." Zerrif laughed, but blushed a little. All Zulf talked about was him? "Anyway, kiddo, the game'll start in about half. Better get stuff ready." She said. Zerrif smacked her again, knowing she was stopping on purpose, and headed into the back to get the deep-fryers ready for the rush. What could he say? People liked to watch their games with wings and fries. --- "God that was the longest shift ever. Stupid double overtime. Stupid shoot outs. Stupid ties that can't be decided and have to go on forever." Zerrif whined, coming through the door to Zulf's house. He shut it and locked it, seeing the slight flare from the TV. It was on, and he could still hear the cheers; Zulf had been watching the game too? Well, he knew Zulf liked sports, but didn't think him one to stay up to watch the game. "Long day at work?" Someone said. That obviously wasn't Zulf. Zerrif stepped into the living room, intent on figuring out who had said that. He froze. There, on their couch, was some random tiger, dressed in jeans and a vest (without a shirt underneath, no less). But he obviously wasn't an intruder, because on his shoulder was a wolf, his wolf, sleeping on it. The tiger looked over, and realized what the ferret saw, nudging the wolf. "Hey, introduce me." The tiger said. Zulf grumbled, smacking his lips as he awoke, then realized Zerrif was staring. "Yes, introduce me, Zulf." Zerrif said, a cheeky smile on his face. He just walked more into the living room, which made the wolf snap awake. He flushed red, and scratched the back of his head. Zerrif wasn't... angry? Or was he, but he was just hiding it? "Zerrif, this is Toraz. Toraz, Zerrif. He's my boyfriend." Zulf said. Zerrif smiled, extending a paw. He shook the tiger's, who seemed sleepy himself. "Toraz is my ex. We're just friends now, is all." Zulf explained quickly. Zerrif raised an eyebrow feigning surprise, though he already knew about that. He just didn't know Toraz was a tiger. Of course, leave it to Lorrie to leave things out. "Nice to meet'cha finally, Zerrif." Toraz said, his voice almost like some somber growl. "Zulf just keeps goin' on and on about you, can't get enough of ya. That's the way he is, eh?" The tiger said, elbowing Zulf slightly. The wolf just nodded, staring at Zerrif almost too intently. He was waiting for something. "Nice to meet you too, Toraz." Zerrif said, the smile not going away. "Y'know, Zulf hasn't told me at all about you! I suppose you're one of his 'various sleeping partners'?" The ferret joked. Toraz laughed, smirking and looking over at Zulf, who just went slightly red and looked away. "Yeah, you could say that. Hey listen, Zulf, I'd better go; it's late." He said. Zulf just nodded. "Oh no need. You can use the guest bedroom, right Zulf?" Zerrif asked. The wolf looked back at him. "It's no trouble, really. I mean, I see you both have been drinking." He said, motioning to the coffee table that had a few empty bottles on it. "You want anything else while I'm in the kitchen?" Zerrif asked, taking off his apron and hanging it on a chair as he headed into the kitchen. Toraz shook his head just as the ferret started to walk away, signaling he was okay. Zulf just got up from the couch, and followed Zerrif. "Zer, listen, it ain't--" Zulf started. Zerrif smirked, kicking the fridge shut as he had an empty glass in one hand, and a pitcher of water in the other. "Whatever. Who am I to say who you're friends with and not?" Zerrif said, his cheery tone gone. Zulf opened his jaw to speak, but Zerrif just took a drink of water. "Hey, as long as there's nothing there between you two other than platonic friendship, I don't care." He added, before putting the pitcher back in the fridge." "There isn't. I swear." Zulf insisted, walking up to Zerrif. "I promise." He added, kissing the ferret on the forehead. Zerrif chuckled. Zulf could always tell when he lied, and he realized that he was developing a sense for when the wolf lied as well. Of course, he knew that there was nothing there. Nothing relationship-wise, at least. Zulf didn't seem to be like that. But, he couldn't mistake that faint scent of lust and want. He knew the wolf's libido all too well. "Then why're you so riled up, huh? Is it cause now that I'm here, you think I'll explode? You know me better than that. Or is it one of those 'A great fuck and a great guy, but just not meant for you' kind of things?" He said, with a smirk, taking another sip. Zulf stepped back, trying to explore Zerrif's eyes for some sort of emotion. But they swirled grey, unreadable. For once, Zerrif seemed to have control over himself. "Zerrif, I--" The wolf started, but the ferret turned around to wash his glass, and a few plates that Zulf had left for later. He felt the large, furred arms snake around him, and there was a muzzle to the back of his neck, but no words were said. Zerrif smiled, and pushed back, nearly throwing Zulf back. It didn't hurt him that Zulf had never told him about Toraz, and it didn't hurt him that Zulf still had the slight lust for his friend. He couldn't deny it. Toraz was cute, in every macho sense of the word. Large, buff, masculine, pretty much what you'd expect from a tiger. Then again, so was Zulf. Minus the tiger bit. It just hurt that Zulf would lie. "That's okay. I understand." Zerrif said, wiping his hands on the towel and going to switch off the light. "I'm gonna go get the guest room ready; don't let him leave." Zerrif said. Zulf just stood there, amazed. For once, he felt scared of Zerrif, if only because he didn't know what was going to happen for once. --- The wolf padded down the hall from the guest room, helping the slightly inebriated tiger to his bed. He hadn't had anything to drink, not really liking the taste of beer (he obviously liked the fruity drinks better), but his head seemingly hammered away at him as if he did. There was the slight click he heard from his room as Zerrif turned off the lamp, and he reached the doorway, the ferret settling in for bed. "You sure you're okay with this, Zerrif? I can drive him home." Zulf said, walking to the bed. He climbed in behind the ferret, one arm draping itself over the ferret's waist, holding him close. "I told you already, I'm fine." Zerrif said, not turning around for a good-night kiss as he usually did. He yawned, hiding a sniffle (or so Zulf thought), and wriggled a bit to get comfy as he slowly started to drift to sleep. Something smelled fishy. Or rather, salty. Like the sea. Seawater? No... but it was salty. Tears. Zulf reached over, and flicked on the light. The ensuing flash made the ferret cringe into a ball, the light obviously disturbing him. Zulf sat up, and looked over at Zerrif, who refused to look over. "What's up?" Zerrif mumbled sleepily. "You weren't asleep. You weren't even sleepy." Zulf said, pointing out that Zerrif had been faking it. The ferret shrugged, and stayed sleeping on his side. "... Why were you crying?" "Go to bed." Zerrif muttered back to the wolf. Zulf scowled. Did he just tell him to-- "Just, go to bed, Zulf. Please. I don't want to talk about it. I'm just being stupid here." Zerrif mumbled. Zulf's heart sank. He didn't mean to hurt the ferret. But he didn't understand what Zerrif meant when he was the one being stupid. "Zerrif, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you." Zulf said, thinking he knew what was wrong. "I don't have feelings for Toraz like that anymore. Honestly. There might be some physical attraction, but that's it." Silence. "I know." Zerrif muttered back. Zulf sighed. He urged the ferret to sit up, taking the golden-brown fur into his arms and nuzzling it. "I know. I've already forgiven you for that. That'd be like me trying to say I don't find other guys attractive. I do, but there's no connection between me and them." He muttered. "Then... why are you crying?" Zulf asked. Zerrif just pushed out of the wolf's arms, sighed, then turned to face him. His eyes were still that cloudy grey from before, mixed with tears. "Please, Zerrif, let me know how I can make it better--" "I... You..." Zerrif started. Then his voice trembled into an awkward chuckle. Zulf raised an eyebrow. "Trust me, if you heard what I'm crying over, you'd hit me or something." Zerrif said, turning away. He was about to slide into bed when the two strong arms pulled him back into a sitting position. "You're not going to be able to sleep if you don't tell me. And I wouldn't hit you without good reason." The wolf joked, nuzzling the ferret. "Come on, I don't like it when you're sad around me. It's not like you." Another silence. "It's cause... well... I guess I feel inadequate." Zerrif mumbled. Zulf loosened his grip, and leaned over, staring at Zerrif from the side. "I mean, from what I've heard of Toraz, he's everything you could have asked for. I'm a little confused, I mean, I don't know why you'd leave him, or choose me over him or--" There was a loud smack. Zerrif sat there in shock, as his cheek stung like fire. Zulf had just... just slapped him... hard. The wolf sat there, growling, holding back anger. Zerrif just turned his head to stare, before Zulf quickly dove in to kiss him. He reached up to caress the cheek he'd just hit, showing Zerrif that he didn't do it to cause pain, but moreso to smack him out of his thoughts. "... You're such an idiot." Zulf muttered, drawing back. "I'm sorry for hitting you but... I mean, do you even realize what you were saying? You were spouting off nonsense!" Zulf exclaimed, a little abashed as he almost threw his hands up in the air. "I told you in the kitchen, Toraz was nothing more than a guy that I enjoyed in bed. He's not the kind of guy for commitment, and when I realized that, I couldn't take it. So I left him." Zulf said. Zerrif looked away. "That still... I mean... you enjoy him more than you do me... right?" Zerrif asked, innocently. Zulf let out a groan. Was he just trying to annoy him, or was he really this dense? He wasn't really in the mood for this; the ferret was right. He was itching to just smack the stupidity out of him. "Listen." Zulf muttered. "I don't care about that. You're... you're mine. I'm yours. I don't care how good or bad you are, or whatever stupid trivial crap you think affects me. Okay?" Zulf muttered, holding the ferret close. Zerrif just nodded. "Besides, he was pretty boring, albeit good. Always the same thing, y'know? Come home, lead me to bed, then screw me raw. As good as he was, it never changed." That made things awkward. And yet, Zulf could almost sense a little bit of anticipation in the ferret's body. He smirked. "Does that excite you, Zer? The thought of me submissive, taking it?" Zulf said, low and greedy into Zerrif's ear. There was a hitched breath, a sigh, then silence again. "Yeah, you like that thought, don't you? Thinking dirty thoughts of me and Toraz? Wishing you were him?" Zulf coaxed. More hitched breaths. Then there was a slight chuckle, and the wolf looked at the ferret confused. "Do you wish I was him?" Zerrif asked. "Big, strong, dominant. Need to tame you?" He replied. Zulf looked away. "N-no. Who's ever heard of a giant muscle-bound rodent, anyway? You'd look funny." Zulf replied, trying to figure out some way to turn this back around. "Wait a minute... you already knew all this! You said so yourself. You've heard of Toraz before! You wanted all this to happen, didn't you?" "Maybe." Zerrif replied with a smile. "And I'm a mustelid, not a rodent, thank you." He added. That had earned him another smack, albeit playful, from the wolf. "What, am I not allowed to plan things like this? Mr. Big-Bad-Wolf can't handle a little fun?" Zerrif teased. "At least I spared your fruit this time." "Wait, so you cried on purpose, got me riled, on purpose, made up all that shit on purpose--" "... I didn't make it up." Zerrif said, turning back around. "I don't know. I do feel inadequate. I mean, from what Lorrie told me..." Of course. That damned fox would have been the one to tell him, wouldn't she? "... Toraz was the best thing you've ever had. I don't know how to be that. I don't know how to make you feel like that." Zerrif mumbled. "Zer?" The wolf asked, after the ferret had tumbled into silence again. He drew him close and sniffed at his neck. "Zerrif, I didn't mean it... I'm sorry... I... No. You're right. Toraz made me feel... giddy, for lack of a better word. But that was temporary. I'm wholly happier with you." He said, assuringly. Zerrif couldn't look him in the face. "I wouldn't trade you away for anything in the world. You are the best thing I've ever had." "Better than Toraz?" Zerrif asked. Zulf mimed hard thinking, scratching his chin. "Well maybe not in bed..." He replied with a smirk. "Good. That can be worked on, anyway." Zerrif said, turning in the embrace again. Zulf smiled, looking into eyes he could read, for once. Turquoise, a green-blue, usually meant he'd done the right thing. Zerrif's eyes usually went blue when he was sad, but green when he was excited or happy; so he assumed that he'd just made the ferret feel better. He smirked, and leaned in for a kiss, when Zerrif pushed him back on the pillows. "Hey, Zerrif, what're ya--" Zulf started. The ferret moved quickly; suddenly Zulf found himself on his back, and arms were just behind his knees, ready to raise them. Above him, Zerrif grinned mischievously, his eyes flaring yellow in anticipation. There was a sort of feral side to that yellow as well, and Zulf gulped. "What's wrong, puppy?" Zerrif asked, mockingly. "Do I have to be bigger than you in order to put you in this position?" He stuck out his tongue to further add insult to injury. Zulf flushed red, and smiled. "Just didn't think you had it in you, is all." He replied, reaching up with a hand to caress Zerrif's face. "Go on, I won't break." He said, slightly breathless. In truth, he'd sort of half-wanted Zerrif to do this, but truly didn't know if the ferret would comply; though it seemed now he was all too eager to do so. "I still..." Zerrif said, hesitating. Zulf growled, and curled his tail around the ferret's leg, trying to pull the golden brown body at his own. Zerrif looked down, and smirked. "Just wait, pup. Gotta get you ready. It's not like me, where I'm already used to you and can take you dry--" "Then would you shut up and do it?" Zulf growled again. He knew he was in no position right now to make demands, but he still had some sort of leeway over the ferret. He just heard a chuckle, as hands slid up his legs. He opened them slightly, growling the whole time, as Zerrif just chuckled. "Patience, Zulfy-wulfy." Zerrif said. God, he hated that nickname. The ferret only said it to annoy him, and he was even able to get Lorrie to say it at work sometimes. He just watched as the ferret slowly traced his fingers up the back of his legs. He raised his hips, telling the ferret to remove his clothing, but Zerrif just smirked. Instead, he ran his hands up Zulf's back, taking off his shirt first. He sat back after, knowing that Zulf was very thoroughly annoyed at how long this was taking, slid out of his own shirt just as slowly. He smirked, leaning down and tracing kisses over the wolf's chest. Two hands placed themselves on his shoulders, urging him, lightly pushing him lower. He just laughed, and sat up. "The more you try and whine, the longer this will take. Sorry Zulf, but I don't give in as easily as you do." Zerrif said, with a smirk. Zulf growled, and wriggled, but didn't do much else. Though he could have easily turned things around, he had to say, Zerrif's teasing and coaxing was making him hornier than some wild animal in heat. Zerrif leaned down again, kissing and nibbling at the wolf's neck. His hands slowly slid down the taut, muscled sides, finding themselves as the waistline of Zulf's jeans. He smirked, placing his fingers in, but slowly moving them around the waistline until they were at the very front. He felt a growl run up the wolf's throat, before it escaped his lips, low and needy. He undid the button, pretending to have difficulty; if only to draw things out more. He slowly kissed his way down Zulf's chest, and found the wolf's taut stomach. Something poked at his chin through the denims and he resisted an urge to laugh out loud, instead kissing around the wolf's front. He pulled back, seeing Zulf's head turned to the side, panting. "You're so cute." Zerrif smirked, before shifting down more. Zulf had raised his hips again, and Zerrif smirked, pulling down his jeans, but leaving his boxers on. He smirked, kissing and licking at the wolf's erection from outside the material, eliciting groans and whimpers from him. "Zerrif... enough is enough... come on..." Zulf groaned. Zerrif raised an eyebrow. Two white paws clung the waistline of the wolf's boxers, and pulled them down. Zulf let out a happy sound, finally free. Of course, he had to crunch his knees in to take them off lying down, and he felt Zerrif push his legs more towards his body. A surge of pleasure ran through his body, making him shiver as Zerrif slowly made a tasting lick across the dog's pucker. His tail flickered back and forth incessantly, and he gave a tiny howl. It was different, to be sure; but it wasn't like he'd expected. [After all,] Zerrif thought [This is where he goes. My wolfy must wash himself good.] "Just for you." Zulf muttered, as if reading Zerrif's thoughts. The ferret squeaked happily, and slowly slid his tongue in. There was a little resistance, but not much; Zulf obviously was used to intrusions (and from what he'd seen of Toraz on the couch, ones much bigger than this). He wrapped his arms around the wolf's bent legs, curling his little white patch of hair around his fingers, or stroking the erect cock a couple times. "Tastes so good." Zerrif moaned. "Think I could just eat you out all day, and not get to actually doing you hard, hehe..." He teased. That made the wolf buck and moan again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an arm try and snake its way to the night-table; a bottle of lube till standing on it (They had been too lazy and tired to put it back in its proper place the night before). Zerrif stopped his ministrations, and reached out and smacked the wolf's paw down. "No. Bad boy." Zerrif said. Zulf let out a whimper. The white paws reached up and tangled themselves in his golden hair. They pulled him down, the wolf stealing a kiss. His legs wrapped around the ferret's torso, pulling him in, grinding his rear end against him. Zulf looked up in annoyance, and Zerrif smirked. "You've still got your jeans on..." The wolf grumbled. Zerrif just chuckled. He sat back up, and slowly began to strip himself of his last article of clothing (at least, he considered that his last; they rarely ever got to taking off their socks, usually too caught up in the moment or needy to even care). He turned around, feeling Zulf's paw rake slowly down his back, then take a hold of his jeans from behind. Using only his thumbs, Zerrif pushed down his jeans, and gasped when Zulf pulled from the back, making sure he took both boxers and jeans at the same time. "Someone is so impatient..." Zerrif teased, turning back around. He took a grip on his cock and started to stroke himself, just sitting on his legs. Zulf looked at him hungrily, before sitting up. "Ah-ah... no you--" Zerrif started, but Zulf leaned forward and hushed him by placing a finger on his lips. "Shut it. You wouldn't let me get lube." Zulf said, before leaning further and starting to lick at Zerrif's head. The ferret's paw was soon enclosed by the wolf's too, pumping together, and he groaned loudly. The wolf wasn't being clean or subtle with his approach, lapping at the cock ravenously. Zerrif's hips bucked, held down by the wolf's strong arms, as Zulf continued. Eventually both paws let his cock, and Zulf was deep-throating him like a madman. "Ngh..." Came Zerrif's troubled groan. He whimpered, as the wolf pulled off, using his paw to slicken the entire length. Zerrif sighed, and threw his head back in pleasure, which made the wolf smirk. "Don't give up on me now..." Zulf mumbled, turning around on the bed. Zerrif looked back up to see Zulf leaning forward on his arms, his knees propping his rear into the air. The ferret's cock twitched, and he stroked it a couple more times for good measure, getting more pre to slick it as he moved behind the wolf, instinctively. "That's it... go right ahead..." "You're in no position to be telling me this kind of stuff, pup." Zerrif said sternly. Zulf returned, in favour, by grinding his rear against the ferret's erection. One paw gripped at the wolf's shoulders, as the other was used to guide his erection, his cockhead poking at the wolf's hole. "You wanted it, and now you got it." Zerrif said, cheekily, before pushing in slowly. God. Now he knew what it felt like. Whenever Zulf entered him, he always gave a low growl, something between arousal, and acceptance. Zerrif, instead, let out a loud moan, leaning over the angled back and breathing heavily by Zulf's ear. He'd barely gotten a few inches, and already he felt like he was going to blow; but with how hot this felt (and was), he wagered he could blow more than once tonight. He pushed in slowly, the majority of his cock inside the wolf save his furred sheath, and reached around, starting to stroke the wolf's. His hand was still slightly slick with his own pre, mixing with the wolf's, and slid across the length slowly, drawing it from its' sheath. Zulf was silent through the whole movement, wiggling his rump and moving it around to coax Zerrif into action. "Where..." Zerrif grumbled furiously, pulling out and stabbing back in at different angles. Zulf let out sort of strangled groans; the ferret was obviously new and inexperienced, but he had the right idea. Poke around until he found-- "Oh, shit! There..." Zulf exclaimed, biting into the pillow. Zerrif smirked, not changing his angle, as he started to rock slowly. He felt himself brush up against that wall again and again, each time his movements making the wolf's legs shake. He nibbled on Zulf's ear, continuing to pump him as he kept rocking. "G-Gods... Z-Zerrif... g-go..." The wolf groaned. Zerrif nibbled a little harder on the ear, and his arm instead fisted in the sheets beside Zulf's head, acting now more of as a support. He tried to push in as far as he could, but was stopped suddenly by his sheath. Blasted thing. He felt like he could go so much deeper, like he should go deeper... "Zulf... brace... yourself..." He mustered, through languid breaths. The wolf nodded, too caught up in the pleasure of the moment to even care. Zerrif let out a grunt, thrusting harder than before, feeling the ring of muscle slowly slide around his cock. He groaned, and without remorse or reluctance, started to hammer into the wolf. Groans, howls, and whimpers filled the room as the two bodies moved in tandem unison; arms pumping and waists moving. Zerrif inhaled heavily, and exhaled with a groan over and over, rocking back and forth inside the wolf. This had to be what people called bliss. He felt like he never wanted to leave where he was, that he wanted to be stuck within this position for eternity. Or, at least, do this more often. "G-Gods... Zer...rif..." Zulf muttered, and Zerrif smirked. He aimed at the wolf's prostate, and began to pound mercilessly at that spot, while stroking the canid. Zulf let out tiny howls, and Zerrif felt the wolf's body heat rise. His tailhole clenched, and his body shivered slightly. There came a louder howl, yet it was still held back somewhat, as Zulf soon released himself in Zerrif's hand, and all over his sheets. The ferret still rocked within the wolf, who was now stuck in his temporary state of euphoric bliss. Zulf looked back, and Zerrif smiled, and his rocking slowed. The ferret's breaths became languid, having achieved the same state as Zulf had. He patted the wolf's rump, as he began to pull out slowly, coming out with a slick pop. The wolf looked behind him, a little confused, when suddenly he was being flipped over onto his back. "I ain't anywhere near done, yet."Zerrif mumbled, slightly in frustration, and yet with a hint of seduction in his voice. He grabbed the wolf's legs and hoisted them up, plowing into the now used hole and groaned. Zulf pulled the ferret down for a kiss, his legs bent up against himself like before. "H-Holy... Shit Zer..." Zulf groaned, and the ferret just chuckled. He'd never been able to draw more than one orgasm from the ferret, and now here he was, plowing happily into the wolf's ass yet again, still hard and going at it. He felt himself grow hard at the thought, albeit a little painful, but was so lost within what was happening, he didn't register much. Their paws both fell to the wolf's hard-again cock, and began to stroke it feverishly. The humping was mad, and the bed rocked back and forth, creaking with every movement. Sensual pleasure drove both of them into madness; rhythm and feeling gone, pure lust driving their actions. Zerrif clenched his eyes shut, rested his forehead on the wolf's chest and moaned happily. Zulf smiled. He leaned down and nuzzled the side of the ferret's forehead, nipping at his ear. That did it. For the second time within minutes, Zerrif's movements became erratic, then he hilted himself within the wolf, sheath and all. The two of them began to stroke Zulf's cock, until the wolf let out a howl and came upon himself. Zerrif nearly collapsed onto Zulf, letting his legs go back down weakly. He settled on top of the wolf, sighing happily and tracing a finger in the second climax that was present on the wolf's stomach and chest. Zulf just smirked, holding Zerrif close. "We-well..." Zerrif muttered, tired. He had every right to be, Zulf mused. "H-How was th-that? As go-good as T-Toraz?" The ferret added with a smirk. Zulf smiled, and stole another kiss from the ferret, as the golden-brown mustelid lay back on top of him, spent. "I dunno. It certainly wasn't bad." Zulf said, with a smirk. He lightly scratched Zerrif's back, as he lay back and looked to the roof. It wasn't bad at all, that was... "Amazing." They both heard someone say. Zulf sat up, and Zerrif looked back to see Toraz standing at the door, grinning widely. "Sorry. You two uh... woke me up. But it was well worth it. I'd say he ain't got much to improve on, eh Zulf?" The tiger asked. Zerrif blushed, and instead turned back to lay on Zulf, as if trying to hide their nakedness. The wolf got the idea, and quickly drew the blankets over them both, smirking. "Have a good night you two." Toraz said, padding off back to his room. Zulf just looked at the ferret, who was beet red and had his face buried in his chest. "Hey, come on. Toraz said it was good, right?" Zulf said with a wink. Zerrif chuckled lightly, and snuggled further into the wolf.

Title: Enslaved to Scent-IV by adric listwajinn Tags: Anal, Cock Worship, Deep Penetration, Fox, Horse, M/M, Master/Slave, Mind Control, Musk \*\*\*(A note to the Editors checking this. If you know of a way to "Merge" parts 3 and 4, please let me know, I hate breaking the story up, but the buffer in the "Submit Story" won't let me past all of it at once)\*\*\* Basically 'Part-2' to part-3. This is it, what you all where waiting for. The hard Yiffing sweat sex scent. Hope you all enjoy it. I have a lot planned after this, but I think I'm going to take a break for a while. Still feedback welcome! \======================== Opening the door, Richard walked inside to a seemingly normal looking Cabin. Setting Servus down, the fox got only a small moment to look around before the door closed behind him and he found massive arms squeezing his body. "Oh my Pet! you do not know how much I longed for you this week! However hard it was for you, it felt only worse for me! Oh my Pet, my boy! I have such need of you!" He said as he leaned down and slurped the foxes face. Servus blushed at the intimate affections as he was led into the house. Coming to a small door, Richard smiled to his fox as he pulled out a key from under a nearby shelf. Unlocking the door, he led Servus down a narrow flight of stairs to an unlit basement. "Welcome to the playroom" Richard said as a moment later he turned on the lights, leaving Servus speechless. The small basement was cramped, and seemed perhaps only built originally as a shelter from area tornados. But what Servus saw was a room filled with sexual devices that boggled his mind. One wall was covered in racks of sex toys, dildos, and leather harnesses, in another corner a huge leather sling hung that looked built to hold someone even of Richard's size. On the floor rubber gym mats where laid out and on them, a grungy Mattress that the fox could smell from across the room. He shivered. "M-Master? Wh-What will we do tonight?" He said a bit intimidated. "Only what you want to do my Pet." Richard said as he spun the fox around to his chest, pulling off first his pets, then his own thin gym shirts before pulling them both to the Floor. The great Equine holding Servus atop his great body, he lifted his huge arms up over his head and chuffed. "Go ahead my pet, go nuts" He said as Servus licked his lips and eagerly dug his face into the smelly pits of the horse. Richard smiled as he felt the fox slurp wetly, going at his own pace. He wanted tonight to be special, wanted to tone done his domination and not fully assert his will on the foxes as he had before. Tonight was for his pet's enjoyment. And Servus was deeply enjoying himself. The pains of being away from Richard for over a week where erased as he pressed his face deeply into the warm damp Armpit. His tongue lapped quickly trying to gather up the moisture from the curly arm fur of the Equines underarm. The more he slurped, the more he wanted more, and soon he found himself begging the horse to give him a 'squeeze'. Richard was happy to oblige as he slowly lowered his bulging biceps down around the foxes muzzle. Pinning him inside a tight musky mask. The fox had gone only a minute before asking for a more intense level of play. It was a good sign. Richard squeezed his pet tightly, knowing in his current state, he would have been happy to spend the rest of the weekend drinking him. Richard had other plans however, and needed his Fox a bit more lucid. Lifting his arm up, he pulled the fox onto his broad chest and held him for a bit, waiting for his mind to come out of the relaxed state his oder had taken it. Looking into Servus eyes, they both smiled. "Oh-Oh wow." he said as he came out of his intoxicated state, the deep eyes of Richard looking at him. "It is far more interesting when your fully aware of the effect scent has on your mind, isn't it pet?" He said, teasing him a bit with a finger he had been rubbing his pouch with. Servus moaned deeply and nodded. "How would you like a bit more my Pet?" Richard said as he shifted, slowly sliding Servus from his chest and onto the mattress below. Servus had no thought of disagreeing and nodded. "Good Boy" Richard said simply as he moved atop his pet. His huge body hovering atop the fox as if to crush him. Droplets of sweat slowly dripped from him like some musky rain, the Equine watching his pet twitch and moan each time one landed on his face or near his lips. Slowly moving down and kicking apart his Pets legs, Richard snorted. "Such a good boy you are. You have done such a good job pleasuring your master, and you have learned some of the secrets of what makes us special. Why don't I thank you, pet?" he said as he moved his long muzzle down, slowly dragging his huge tongue along the new jockstrap Servus wore, teasing the already erect sheath inside. Moaning deeply Servus simply let himself go as the Equine began to pull down those restrictive straps. Quickly tossing aside the unwanted pouch, Richard brought his large lips to his pets shaft and began to slurp. Gasping with delight, Servus felt his inflamed shaft brought into the warm mouth of his Master. The horse applying fantastic suction to the shaft, as if asserting his dominance on yet another part of the fox's body. The attentive licks lasted only briefly as Richard moved away, bringing his face down, he slurped up his Pets balls, tapping them gently with his flat teeth, enjoying the squirms and gasps from Servus as he continued toward his target. Pulling apart the slender legs, he pressed his broad face forward, slurping at the boy's tangy ass. Sweat from his arousal yet clean of unwanted mess. Richard pushed more as he drove his tongue hungrily against the pink flesh of his pets hole. His powerful hoofed hands keeping his pet from Squirming away as his tongue lavished attention on the boys pucker. Snorting a hot blast of air onto his rear, Richard looked up and grinned. "Mrmm, your such a wonderful boy, and your so well behaved, but your Master wants a bit more from you." He said as he licked once more before slowly moving a hand to the boy's ass. "Do you know what I want to do with you, boy?" he asked as he slowly began to circle the saliva slick hole with a fingertip. Servus shivered as his paws dug into mattress. "F-Fuck me, M-Master" he said gasping. "Good boy, do you want to be fucked by me?" "Ye-Yes Master!" Richard smiled and suddenly moved back forward, ripping his jockstrap away, he let his stick, unwashed Phallus flop down onto his pets face. "Well boy! Better get to work lubing this up if you want it in you!" He said as he watched his pets eyes glaze over from the sudden assault of cockstink on his mind. Watching his pet tremble as he began to peel back the waxy, slightly greasy folds of his Sheathskin, Richard smiled. Knowing he wanted to give his pet a chance to worship and slurp at his cock more then it needed any lubing up... Feeling the quivering foxes fingers slowly unveil his spongy cockhead, Richard smiled as he imagined how much his pet would enjoy it. Looking upon the large, broad cockhead that seemed to wink at him, Servus could feel his conscious mind begin to slip away as he inhaled the rich cloud of stink that surrounded it. Leaning forward, he didn't mind loosing it all that much as he tasted the shaft with his tongue. It was total overload. Richard simply grunted and relaxed as he let his boy worship his cock. Once more letting his boy become intimate with the phallus that had first truly enslaved him to his will. Even now as he felt the warm tongue slip into the folds and creases of his abundant sheathskin, he knew each moment the bond between them grew more powerful. The foxes muzzle growing messy with flecks of the greasy aged cum, left from past orgasm. The nuggets drugging his boy more and more as his great flesh began to telescope out from it's home. Reaching downwards like some third arm, the shaft throbbed as it swelled with blood. The sheath full and tight now, letting the fox licks and clean along the entire surface now. Licking, suckling, drinking old cum, old piss, and fresh warm sweat. Ten minutes, then fifteen went by as his slobbered wetly to clean and lube his immense vein covered cock. Eventually, He pushed his pet away, lowering him back down on the Mattress. He slid a thick hoofed finger inside his hole as he let his boy slowly come out from the intense Stink induced trance. As Servus squirmed slowly, whimpering and licking the remaining greasy flecks from his face, Richard slide a second, thick finger inside and began to work it around, knowing it's large size would help to open him up. Slowly, the look of awareness came back to Servus eyes as he moaned. Licking his lips, tasting some remaining bits of the cock muck, he shivered and moaned. "Mrmmm, oh, oh Sir, Master, thank you so much. I, I needed that" Servus said in a sleepy dreamy voice as Richard smiled, making his boy squirm on his fingers, feeling his throbbing phallus wet and hard. Even slick and dripping with his Pets warm saliva, Richard knew he would need much more before he gained access to the deepest parts of his boys insides. Leaning forward, he slathered his now maddeningly erect Phallus with some of the greasy lube near by as he kept his other hand busy inside Servus warm hole. "I'm almost ready boy, I'm going to enter you soon and it's going to be like nothing you have ever experienced" he whispers as he wormed his hoofed fingers into the boys hopefully loose enough hole. Feeling the fox's puckered ass flesh pulse now and again, Richard leaned forward. "I'm not going to lie to you Pet, this will hurt, and it will hurt very much." He said, feeling his body whimper slightly under him. Wiping the rest of the grease from his hand on Servus hole, he shifted and grabbed his smelly, still slimy Jockstrap. "If you wish it boy, I can put you under, I can send your mind away and leave your conscious state numbed to the pain..." He said as Servus shock his head. "N-No, p-please. I, I want to feel it, even if it hurts, I, I want to remember this... Remember this moment" He said, a bit afraid, but wanting it, wanting to be strong for his Master. Richard beamed with pride. "My pet, you have made me happier then you can imagine. Now relax as best you can, this, will not be easy." He said as he slid his fingers from the boy's well-lubed and opened ass. Using both hands to heft the immense bulk of his horseflesh, he pressed the flat wide crown of his flare to the puckered ass. Smearing the grease on both up and down, Richard nickered a he felt the warmth of his boy's ass, imagining his monstrous length inside. He knew sooner or later he'd get inside. Servus grabbed at the mattress bellow him, biting his lips sharply as he felt the first intense forward push from Richard. He pressed his face downward into the mattress. Breathing in the dank smells soaked into the old bedding, hoping they would ease his pain somewhat as as the fleshy tip of his master's cock demanded entrance to the gates of his hole. It slid forward slowly as Richard whispered words of encouragement to his pet, his muzzle on his back, licking him, talking to him, and suddenly the tip was inside. "NnnrrnnRAAAGG!!!" OH OH FFucckk!" Servus yelped as Richard quickly clasped his shoulders, making sure he could not extract himself from the immense tip. Knowing he could not let his pet stop once it had started. Knowing he would need to feel pain before pleasure "Good boy! Good boy! I know it hurts, just relax, breath, breath deeply, that's it boy, just relax" He said as gradually the foxes whimpering died down a bit. The clenching of his anus making the tightness worse as as Richard snorted, keeping his tip from flaring too soon as he let his boy grow accustomed to an intrusion the size of a small apple. His eyes wet with tears, Servus once more swore to himself he could do this. He willed himself to relax as he clutched the mattress; it's fumes growing more potent as they where 'freshened' by the wetness of his body. After a few moments, Servus slowly gave a nod as Richard continued. The immense and thickly veined phallus that began to burrow inside, pulsed with the sexual energy only a Stallion could give off. The shaft was crafted to master and penetrate, and as the first few inches where pushed in, it had begun to fulfill it's fate to master this foxes ass. First three inches, then four, and then five. Each push forward eliciting small yelps and whimpers as the wrist thick member stretched the insides of Servus Rectum. Richard knew however, that tonight, on their fist union, he would have to restrain his full need for Rut. He wanted to mate his pet and slave, not impale him. "Pet? Are you ok?" he asked softly. "Ye-Yes Ma-Master, I-Im ok" he said in a raspy choking voice that made Richard sigh. He knew that voice, the voice of someone at their limit but was too proud to admit it. Looking down, Richard saw he had barely half his 18" of Horsecock inside. Still being as thick as his pets whole paw, he was proud to have got this much. "Good boy, you have done well, and you have made me so very proud with how well you accepted me. Now, we can have some fun." He said as he flexed his immense muscled cock. The fox shivering, then yipping as he felt the flesh kick. A moment later he began to extract the huge shaft. The internal suction as it pulled out powerful to the fox ass soon just the head was left inside. Smiling at his work, Richard ground his hips and buried 9" inches back up his pets fleshy hole. The gates of his Tailstar where burst open as what took 10 minutes to slowly push inside now was pushed back in in a few seconds. Servus muzzle hung gapping open in a silent scream. The feeling of such bulk inside him so quickly making his body shake from the force as Richard smiled. Before his pet could get used to things this time, he pulled back once more, waiting till the bulb was just about to pop free, then slide half his cock back inside. Each time resisting the urge to push in even more as he felt his slowly swelling flare battering up deeply into his pets guts. Oh Fuck, fuck yeah, yesss take it, TAKE IT!" He shouted as his hips moved faster and faster. Each churning slam from his waist making the fox yelp and moan as his ass burned with the fire of the now rapid pounding fuck. For Servus it felt as if his hole was being torn open, indeed he flet as if some of the flesh had ripped from the brutal fucking. But he didn't care, he wanted this, needed it, craved it. Each slam forward only reinforced his minds desires for this wonderful cock deep inside him as the constant burning sensation from his hole began to numb into the hints of pleasure. The connection between Master and Slave grew as the rampant fucking grew furious. Sweat dripping from both of them rand down Servus ass crack, seeping down and around the immense column of flesh as it pistoned in and out. The wetness filling the room with wet, lewd fucks sounds. Richard snorted as he could feel his pets fuck hole grow loose. The noises of his sloppy fucking echoing in the basement as each thrust forward and backwards would give a long wet "Shuurrlop!" noise, preecum and assjuice flowing out from the hole as the Equine whinnied in his domination of the boy. His orgasm was approaching and soon the boy would be forever his property. "How does it feel Boy? How does it feel to take my Cock!" he bellowed as Servus sobbed into the mattress. "Ma-Master I UNHG!! I Fe-feel so UNHHGGG! So G-Good! S-so sp-special ARUNNHHH!" he choked between shrieks and moans. His cries music to the Equines ears. "Good Boy! Yeah, Take it, and take me! Feel me own you, claim you! Your going to be a part of me, and you will ALWAYS feel my mark inside you!" He said as he slammed forward, pushing a few new inches into his pets ass, causing the fox to shriek as he whinnied. "Enjoy it boy! Beg for it! Accept it! This isn't you ass, it's mine, SAY IT!" he shouted. "It's UNHHG! It's your Ass!!!" The fox yelped "And your body? Boy?" The horse grunted "It's Yours!" The fox shrieked "And your very mind?" The horse snorted, and before Servus could respond, Richard took him. Flipping his body, he turned Servus onto his back, Literally screwing his ass around his pulsating cock as they came face to face. Lost in the moment, Servus could only watch as Richard answered for him. "It belongs to ME!" He said as he thrust the fox into his armpit and clamped down tight. Not just pushing him into the pit, by fully sealing his face from the outside world as the huge arm muscles flexed and squeezed him. A moment later Richard through his long muzzle back and whinnied as he came to a shattering orgasm. His immense seminal duct visibly became swollen as it filled with his seed. The first eruption of cum spewing inside the fox's ass so hard it felt like he had been kicked in the guts. Another intense torrent of cum spewed out with a sickening force as the horse felt his spongy head swell into the great trumpet shaped flare. Trapped within his Masters armpit, breathing only the stink and sweat in the small pocket, Servus felt a level of pure pleasure that lifted him beyond all previous levels as the connection between master and slave was sealed in this final act of dominance. For Richard, he gave himself fully to his orgasm as he pushed forward, driving his pulsating cock deeper still in his mad Orgasm. The massive torrent of cum rushing from him with such force it quickly overcame his pet's small insides. Even as the thick jizz was packed deeper into his guts, large jets spewed out around his cock as the flow backed up inside. Even as his head flared to it's fullest extent, making a massive knot inside, the cum still oozed and poured out, coating his ass, flowing down his balls, pooling into a puddle on the mattress. Time ticked by slowly as the orgasm played out from the Stallion, for almost 5 minutes solid he packed his pet full of the seed till at least he felt his cock shiver and shake. His body quivered as he felt the greasy cumplug slowly ooze out from his flare, making it's way to lodge deep inside and seal in his seed. Collapsing onto the mattress, Richard slowly extracted his pet from his pit. The boy had long since blacked out as his lungs had filled with raw sweat stink. Looking at his pets slowly breath, he grinned and kissed him. "Sleep well pet, tomorrow we shall really have fun." ========== And at last I'm done! To be honest there is a lot more after this I've written! But it is already so long, I felt I owed it to you to finish up here with the "good stuff". I can't wait to hear your reaction to this chapter and hopefully suggestions and comments :) Look for Part-4 "The Day After" in a few weeks :)

Title: 12 Months Later Ch. 06 Tags: bdsm, anal sex, ass to mouth, ball-gags, butt fucking, ass fucking, domination, humiliation, threesome, strap-on sex *12 Months Later - The Conclusion Chapter Six: All Aboard...The Anal Express! With thanks to kristindixon79. Her experience inspired this chapter. Her first-hand account can be found on literotica here at: https://www.literotica.com/s/adventure-with-a-couple. In Chapter One, Kelly and Celia were blindfolded and gagged separately, and strapped to each other in a 69 position on a hotel bed. They were forced to lick each other off. It was the first experience with a woman for either of them. In Chapter Two, Kelly and Celia were bound together in the shower in a standing position, after receiving their golden showers. They were sexually manipulated some more until the blindfolds were finally removed. In Chapter Three, I removed Kelly and Celia's blindfolds. They laid eyes on each other for the first time after a few hours of extremely intimate sexual slavery. We went to dinner and did some shopping afterwards. In Chapter Four, we returned to our hotel room after dinner and some erotic shopping. I capped the night off by coming in Kelly's ass while Celia licked my balls from underneath Kelly. In Chapter Five, I took a nice refreshing nap while Kelly and Celia went to town with 69. I then had the best blowjob of my life, using Kelly and Celia simultaneously. We refrained from anal sex, for a very good reason. To recap: Kelly and Celia's names are never spoken out loud. The slaves are not permitted to learn each other's true names. Celia is only referred to as Slut, and Kelly is only referred to as Bitch.* \*\*\*\*\* Kelly did as she was commanded. She bent over, picked up Celia's plug with her teeth, struggled a bit to get it at the right angle, and rose back up on her knees with the plug sticking out towards Celia's ass. I spread some fresh lube on it, and maneuvered Celia back on to it. Celia very, very slowly pushed down on it, pushing it back into her ass. She took her time to get it in all the way, and fucked herself with it a little bit, just to make Kelly suffer. When she was done Kelly's face was once again buried in Celia's ass, which was even sweatier than it had been before. How do you follow up a blowjob using two women who have spent the morning warming up with some 69? By taking a break. It had been a long, eventful Saturday for my two slaves, Celia and Kelly, and myself. They had tasted plenty of pussy so far after lunch. Kelly had also practically had her nose shoved up Celia's ass while she sucked me off. I decided that Kelly had had enough for the moment, and led Celia into the shower. I needed to piss, and that's what they were there for. After covering Celia in a golden shower, I had her kneel while I took a shower. She was permitted to clean up after Kelly had also showered. We took a nice long break that night, and took in dinner and a movie (an unintentional comedy called Fifty Shades Freed). It was late when we returned to our hotel room, so nothing too elaborate was attempted. Kelly and Celia were stripped, cuffed, gagged and collared. They each got some time over my knee for spanking, and then I took turns fucking them until I came. We were exhausted by that point, and fell asleep watching an episode of The Avengers (of course, it was the one with Peter Wyngarde). I woke up Sunday morning with a clear plan. It was the last day, and I'd had it planned from the beginning. Kelly was sent out for coffee and croissants. Celia was just waking up when Kelly returned. We had some leisure time checking emails/web surfing/hanging out while we had coffee. Celia and I stayed quiet while Kelly called to check in with her husband and kids. He wasn't aware that they now had an open marriage. He had never seemed that adventurous in bed as far as Kelly was concerned, and she couldn't conceive of bringing up her submissive fantasies with him. It was much better for her to get these things out of her system occasionally with someone else. Not sure if her husband would have agreed, but I was more interested in getting my cock back up Kelly's ass than I was in asking him. We all took turns in the bathroom for some...post-coffee activities as the caffeine did its thing. I encouraged the slaves to evacuate as much as possible. Didn't take a genius to see where I was coming from (or heading towards). But first things first. After a short hike, Kelly and Celia took turns in the bathroom cleaning themselves with enemas. When they were done, they inspected each other, and inserted their butt-plugs under my supervision. We all took leisurely showers individually. It was early afternoon now, and time for the climax of our weekend. The slaves kneeled on the carpet facing each other, with their hands behind their heads. They were nude except for their collars. "Kiss, lightly." The slaves kissed each other lightly. "Now deeper." Celia led them in a nice sensual French kiss. She was definitely the more aggressive of the two, and pushed her tongue into Kelly's mouth. "Stop." They stopped. "For your last task, you will wrestle for position. I don't want you to hold back, so we'll start this off right. Slut, grab the bitch by her hair, slap her once, and verbally degrade her." Celia didn't hesitate. She grabbed Kelly's hair roughly, and gave her a nice slap. Kelly yelped in surprise and pain. "You cheap whore", Celia said, "I'll bet you imagine your tongue around my tits and my hand up your snatch when you fuck your husband from now on." Celia put her hands back in position. Kelly was rattled a little now. "Remember, you can always use your safe word." Uh-huh. Kelly yanked Celia's hair and gave her a nice slap back. "The next time I fuck my husband I am going to think of your slutty little ass covered in welts and bruises, the way it deserves to be." "Wrestle now", I said, "no need to hold back on my account." Kelly lunged for Celia, and pinned her to the floor instantly. Celia tried to get free, but Kelly had her outweighed. It looked like a fast match, but Celia yanked Kelly's head back by the hair, and shoved Kelly's butt-plug in with her knee. Kelly screamed and gave Celia the opening to overturn her. They wrestled for dominance on the carpet until Celia wound up siting on Kelly's ass. One hand had a firm hold on Kelly's hair, and the other had Kelly's arm pulled back. "Surrender, bitch", Celia demanded. "Surrender or I yank both hands." Kelly just managed to blurt out "I surrender, Slut". "Let her up, Slut", I ordered Celia, "You may order one quick demonstration of submission from her." Celia stood up and let Kelly slowly pick herself up off the carpet. Kelly assumed her position on her knees in front of me, with her hands behind her head. Both slaves were breathing heavily. I pulled Celia over to stand in front of Kelly. "Bend down to kiss my feet with your hands behind your head, Bitch", Celia ordered. Kelly dutifully bent down with her hands behind her head, and kissed both of Celia's feet. She almost got stuck down there, but managed to jerk herself upright without removing her hands from behind her head. "Slut, place the bitch on all fours on the bed. Head down, legs spread. No need to be gentle. You can use the leash. Stand at attention when you are done." Celia grabbed the doggie leash, clipped it to Kelly's collar, and pulled Kelly down to her hands and knees. She pulled the leash and Kelly crawled to the bed. Celia yanked up on the leash to haul Kelly up, and directed her as I'd ordered. Hands and knees, legs spread, head down. Kelly's head was at the top of the bed. We'd need as much room as possible on the bed behind her. Celia then stood at attention, with her hands behind her head. I took the anal lube, and set it down under Kelly's face. I'm sure she knew what was coming next. She was half right. I went to my suitcase and retrieved a new toy that neither slave had seen yet. Celia's eyes went wide when she saw it. She later told me it was the biggest, blackest strap-on she'd ever seen. Kelly's head was down, and she hadn't seen it yet. I grabbed her hair and held it right in front of her face. She gasped with surprise. She would tell me later she still hadn't caught on to where I was going with this. I pushed the tip against her mouth as I held her head in place. As she gradually opened her mouth, I gently pushed it in until it stopped at the back of her throat. I then rotated her head so that she was looking at Celia off to the side, with the strap-on hanging out of her mouth. I guided Celia over. "Strap in, Slut." Celia methodically strapped herself into the strap-on while Kelly held it in place with her mouth. When she was done, I stood behind her to check the strap, and cinched it up a little tighter. "Make sure the Bitch remembers how this tastes". Celia gripped the strap-on with one hand, and Kelly's hair with the other. She slowly pulled the strap-on out of Kelly' mouth, and then pushed it all the way back in just as slowly. She left it like that for a moment while Kelly looked up into her eyes, and then repeated the movement. Celia built up a very slow, sensuous rhythm this way, with Kelly being forced to suck her fellow slave's artificial cock. Kelly found this act of submission thoroughly humiliating. I didn't have all day to watch this, even though I could have. "Lube it ", I ordered. Celia removed the strap-on from Kelly's mouth, and applied a generous amount of lube to it right in front of Kelly's face. She enjoyed slowly rubbing the lube along the length of the shaft. While Kelly's eyes were on this, I gagged her with her ball-gag. Next, I removed the butt-plug from Kelly's ass, and placed it on the bed under her face. On my signal, Celia climbed up on the bed behind Kelly, and placed the tip of her strap-on against Kelly's ass. Celia very slowly pushed the strap-on in. As the tip disappeared up Kelly's ass, Kelly put her head down and grunted a little. Her breathing was rapid. Celia held it there, and then pushed some more when she felt ready. The penetration was agonizingly slow as Celia felt Kelly's anal resistance give way. Celia pushed until Kelly's ass was fully penetrated. Celia then leaned down onto Kelly's body and used both hands to reach under and fondle Kelly's tits. I gagged Celia with her ball-gag. "Hold your position in her ass. You are not permitted to fuck her." Celia stayed still with her hands on Kelly's tits, and her strap-on buried in Kelly's ass. I took my belt, and gave Celia a nice swat on the ass. Kelly yelped as this caused Celia to ram into her. I whipped Celia ten more times. She closed her eyes and held on tight to Kelly's tits. They both screamed and grunted through their gags, as each strike caused Celia to ram her strap-on into Kelly's ass. Kelly was being butt-fucked by whipping. I was plenty hard at this point. How could I not be? I put a condom on my cock and lubed it up. I climbed up behind Celia, pulled her butt-plug out, and pushed the tip of my cock into her ass. I stopped at her sphincter to give her a moment to relax, and then slowly pushed my cock all the way in. As I pushed into Celia, it caused her to push into Kelly even more. Kelly moaned loudly. "Welcome to the anal express, slaves. I got this idea from an account on Literotica", I said, "and I've been dying to try it ever since. But I couldn't do it without two trained slaves. This is how it's going to work. I'm going to fuck the Slut's ass until she comes. The Bitch will accept whatever the Slut's strap-on does to her ass while I'm butt-fucking the Slut. How long this takes depends on how long it takes the Slut to come. After she has had one orgasm, she will be released, and feed her strap-on to the Bitch for cleaning. I will then shove my cock up the Bitch's ass and ass-fuck her until she comes. After the Bitch has come, I will keep fucking until I come. The Bitch will then clean me off. She will be permitted to rinse with mouth-wash after each serving of ass-to-mouth. No one will be permitted to stop until we are done. How long the Slut takes it up her ass is up to her. How long the Bitch takes it up her ass is up to her, the Slut, and me. If it seems like a less-than-equitable arrangement for the Bitch, it is. That is the price she pays for letting the Slut dominate her." Ass-to-mouth was new territory for us. I'd always been intrigued by the degrading aspects of it, but had also been wary of the health risks. However, I felt we wouldn't get the full experience unless the slave on the bottom was forced to clean us. I'd made sure they cleaned their asses as much as possible, and also had the best mouth wash I could find on hand. "When I remove your gags, you have two choices. You can say your safe-word. If anyone does that, we abort this activity, clean up, and go our separate ways with no hard feelings. If you don't say your safe-word, you need to tell me how you want your ass fucked." I removed Celia's gag. "Master, please fuck my slutty ass as hard as you can. I want to hold off as long as possible while my strap-on rams this Bitch's fat, unworthy butt." One down. Celia's gag went back in, and Kelly's came out. "I'm not sure my ass can take this, Master." "Do you want to use your safe-word?" "No. I'm turned on. I want to try and do this." "You'll be gagged while you're fucked, but your hands will be free." I put the whip by Kelly's hand. "If you grab the whip, we stop instantly. Understand?" "Yes, Master. I'm ready then. I accept my position as your anal slave. I am ready to take it up the ass until you are both done with me." Perfect. I put her gag back on, and got to it. I started off slow with Celia, because there's no other way to really begin with ass-fucking in my experience. It's a sensitive place to take it, and you just can't be too careful. But Celia and Kelly were both more than warmed up by the enemas, butt-plugs, and lube. I ramped it up fairly quickly, and was fucking Celia harder with every stroke. And every stroke of mine rammed Celia's strap-on into Kelly. I'm not sure which one was moaning and grunting through their gag louder. I kept my eye on Kelly's hand. It was right by the whip, but stayed off. Celia writhed on top of Kelly as I fucked her. She kept her hands on Kelly's tits and kept squeezing them like a pair of stress balls. Kelly grunted and screamed, but kept her hand off the whip. I may not have been going through what they were going through, but I had my own issues. I'd set myself up to have to fuck through three orgasms. Celia and Kelly had both had anal orgasms before, but certainly not every time. I'd already felt myself getting close once, and suppressed it. After what seemed like a decent amount of time with my cock pumping Celia's ass, I needed to get things moving. I took my hands off her hips. I pulled her hair and started teasing a nipple. Celia's nipples were sensitive, and her whole body twitched with each tweak. Celia was really moaning through her gag. I would have loved to have come in her ass (I always had before), but that wasn't the plan. So I reached down, worked my hand in between Celia and Kelly's bodies, and went to work on Celia's cunt. Celia started squealing when I hit the magic spot. I kept my other hand on nipple duty. Celia was getting there, but she wasn't going over the edge. I needed her to come. Not only so I could get some relief, but also because the more amped up Celia got, the harder she crashed into Kelly's body. This was murder on my hand. Kelly was screaming now. It was an ordeal for her to stay on her hands and knees with Celia's sweaty body ramming her. Celia later told me that she was edging as much as possible, just to stick it to Kelly's ass longer. Celia looked like she was close now. I relaxed for a quick moment, and stopped caressing her nipple and cunt with my hands, with only the tip of my cock in Celia's ass. I waited for Celia to take one breath, and then shoved my cock into her ass while I doubled down with my hands. Celia exploded as I fucked her hard. She tensed her body and screamed as loudly as she could through her gag. I kept ramming into her as she held her body still. It sounded like the mother of all orgasms. The increase in ram-force caused Kelly to scream almost as much as Celia. I pulled out as soon as Celia felt like she was done, and ordered her over to Kelly's face. Celia collapsed off to Kelly's side. I gave her a moment, and then a slap on the ass motivated her. She slowly crawled off the bed, and stood to the side of Kelly's face with her slimy strap-on at Kelly's eye level. Kelly's face was slumped down in exhaustion. I took her gag off and swiveled her face up to where her mouth was positioned in front of the strap-on. "Would you like to use your safe-word?" I asked. "I'd understand if this was the time you chose." Kelly remained silent. "Okay, then. Clean it." Kelly put her lips around the tip of Celia's strap-on, and Celia pushed it in slightly. Kelly reared back. "Oh God. The taste, and the smell. It's so horrible." "Good", I said, "it's supposed to be." I pushed Kelly towards it, and Celia pushed the strap-on up against Kelly's mouth. Kelly opened her mouth, and Celia slowly pushed it in as far as it would go. She held it there for a moment, and then thrust it in and out very slowly. Kelly sucked it clean as Celia and I guided her rhythm. A minute of this was good enough for me. "Slut, bring out the supplies I've prepared in the bathroom and set them up." Celia went into the bathroom as I stood there holding Kelly's hair. When Celia returned she placed a towel in front of Kelly with a bowl on it. Celia held a glass of mouthwash up to Kelly's face. Kelly turned to drink it. It was awkward with her on her hands and knees, and some of it spilled in the bowl and on the towel. Kelly swished it around her mouth and rinsed a few times, and then was allowed to rinse with some water. Celia then removed the towel and bowl, and picked up two documents I'd left on the desk. "Thank her for that, Bitch." "Thank you for my first experience with ass-to-mouth, Slut." I gagged Kelly, and moved back behind her. I took the condom off my cock, fingered her with some more lube, lubed up my cock, and put my hands on my hips. "I'm going to fuck you without a condom for the first time. Do you understand?" Kelly nodded yes. I motioned for Celia to hold up the documents for Kelly to see. The documents were the latest STD results for Kelly and myself. They dated from last week, and were all negative. "Do you feel comfortable doing this?" Kelly nodded yes. I placed the tip of my cock against her anus, and pressed in slightly. "I am doing this so that you can get the full effect of ass-to-mouth. This is something you deserve as a slave. Do you understand?" Kelly nodded yes. I pushed in, and got the tip inside her ass. "Do you want this?" Kelly moaned, and nodded yes. Celia was now on her knees off to Kelly's side, with her hands behind her head. She still wore the strap-on, which glistened with lube and saliva. "As I fuck you, I want you to look the Slut in the eyes, and think about how it could have been her in this place if you'd maybe tried a little harder in wrestling." Kelly whimpered a little, and turned her head. While Kelly looked Celia in the eyes, I gradually shoved my cock until it was all the way in her ass. She grunted a little as I did this. I started moving my cock very slowly, but it hardly mattered. Her ass was extremely well-lubricated and open after her last ass-fucking. I built up to a steady rhythm, and held it there. I was plenty hard, but the problem was that I'd gone past the point where I felt like cumming with Celia, and held off on it. This meant that as hard as I was, I was going to have to build back up to that point, and that rarely happened fast. I fucked Kelly harder and harder as I started building up to the point where I could come. Kelly was a sloppy, sweaty mess of ass-fucked slave. My cock made a sploshing sound as it rammed in and out of her overly-lubricant ass. Kelly was making all kinds of noises under her gag. This was the most extreme limit she'd ever been pushed to. And she had to come before I did. I ordered Celia to kneel on the bed beside Kelly, facing the other way. Celia reached under and started playing with Kelly's nipples and cunt. She had the touch, and Kelly started moaning like an animal. I had Celia talk dirty as well. "Take it, you bitch" Celia ordered, "Take it like I did. Better hope you cleaned yourself well, because you know you're licking that cock clean after it spurts all in your ass. Let me hear you scream, whore. Scream. Scream." And then came the explosion. Celia and I put Kelly over the edge. She screamed like bloody murder into her gag as she came and came and came. Her orgasms seemed to last forever. Celia didn't let up at all. She kept working Kelly all the way through, and even gave Kelly a little love-bite on the ass. When Kelly was done she slumped down on her elbows. I could tell that she wanted nothing more than to collapse in a heap. But I wasn't done. I was edging closer to coming, but it was always a slow climb when I'd waited too long. I stared at Kelly's ass with Celia's face nestled on top of it, and tried to block everything out of my mind as I concentrated. Celia, sadistically, kept rubbing Kelly's sweet spot even though Kelly was well and truly done. There was probably a five minute buildup from the time I felt my orgasm starting, until the time I finally came. And boy did I come. My cock exploded as I shoved it as far into Kelly's ass as I could and held it there. I kept it pressed in there as my orgasm kept going. My cock was so sensitive, that every little movement seemed to trigger a little more semen coming out. This was the most intense orgasm I could ever remember having. I kept my cock in until it had exhausted all of its semen. While it was in, I ordered Celia to remove Kelly's gag. "I hope you know what to do when I pull out, Bitch." I pulled out. Kelly seemed too exhausted to do anything, but as soon as my cock was out, she was on the move. She hurriedly turned around and swallowed as much of my cock as she could get in her mouth. She then sucked it clean. When she was done, she got up on her knees. Celia was ready, and immediately rinsed her mouth out with more mouthwash. After they were done, Kelly spoke. "May I have permission to speak, Master?" "Yes." "Thank you for the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life, Master. My butt is beyond sore, and my mouth still tastes like jizm and ass, but it was worth it." I kissed Kelly on the forehead. "You are released from service. Slut", I said to Celia, "take the Bitch into the bathroom. Clean her in the shower, and attend to her needs." Celia led Kelly into the bathroom. As soon as I heard the water flowing, I collapsed into a sweaty heap on the bed. I'm sure Kelly would've liked to have done the same, but it was getting late, and she had the longest drive ahead of her. I listened to the sounds of a long, leisurely shower. Apparently Celia gave Kelly a massage in the shower. Celia waited on Kelly as Kelly primped and did her makeup. Celia then helped Kelly get dressed. When Kelly was ready, I told Celia to give her a goodbye kiss. Celia wrapped her arms around Kelly, and kissed her deeply. "What's your name", asked Kelly, "Mine is—" SWAT! I swatted Kelly's ass to shut her up. "You don't need to know each other's names. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master", they said in unison. "Your turn in the bathroom, Slut." Celia kissed Kelly once more, and went in to the bathroom to primp for her drive home. I saw Kelly to the door. She turned and kissed me. "Thank you, Master. This was intense. I never knew if I could have sex with a girl before. Now I know. I'm open to it again if you want." "Excellent" I said, as I kissed her goodbye. "I have bad news though. I think I still taste some ass in your mouth." Kelly flashed me the wickedest smile I'd ever seen from her. "We'll see if my husband can taste it when I get home." One more kiss, and she was gone. Celia came out of the bathroom. I released her. She started to dress as I got showered. I was just about to step in, when she called me out. "I may have a slight confession", she said. "Yes?" "I had an intuition that today might end in ass-to-mouth for the loser when you ordered us to wrestle. So I made damn sure I didn't lose." "I see. Hey, is that your butt-plug on the floor?" Celia turned around and bent over. SNAP! I tagged her with a perfect towel snap. She let out a loud yelp as the towel stung her already sore ass. Celia turned around to glare as she rubbed her butt, but couldn't suppress her evil little smile.

Title: Faith and Truth: Chapter One by Nar Tags: Coming Out, Gay Relationships "Faith and Truth" By Nar (2006) Gay Relationships/Coming Out \~ \~ This story deals with the dynamics of being gay in today's culture. It also contains descriptions of homosexual sex in graphic terms. You MUST be a legal adult to view this work, which could be anywhere from the age of 18 to even 21. I realize that many of the subjects I deal with are embattled by many of my readers, but I ACCEPT ABSOLUTELY NO RESPONSIBILITY for anything that might happen to you if you mimic this piece of fiction. So, in other words, if you use my arguments in real life and get beat up or kicked out of your home, I'm not responsible. My job is to provide entertainment and insight, not to teach you how to act. Now, on with the story...I hope you enjoy it and please, email me some comments about it. I hope it entertains as well as enlightens you. \~Nar May 8th, 2006 No revision, raw manuscript \~Chapter One\~ \~ \~ James and Brenda Bythorne smiled wide as they adored their infant son, poking him in the tummy playfully, much to the baby wolf's delight. The canine couple hugged each other, pure love flowing between them as they both watched in wonder as little baby Alex grabbed his toes, rolling slightly on his back as he giggled and cooed at his parents. Brenda was overcome with delight. Alex had been born two months ago. His was a painful and almost traumatic delivery, and although she had been in screaming agony then, she felt nothing but joy now. Her husband had his own form of joy, but mostly was thinking about how proud he was to have such a healthy and thriving son at only two months old. Little baby Alex Robert Bythorne tried to flick his ears, but only ended up fluttering one back and forth as a stimulus reflex. James recognized it immediately. That reaction was no longer instinctual or reflexive, but a natural conscious decision by little Alex to show his affection to his parents. He was simply trying to lower his ears, but his body hadn't developed enough to show that sign yet, so his ears just twitched. Brenda gasped as she saw the little cub's ears suddenly flatten on his head and held her hand to her chest in shock. James' jaw almost hit the floor at the sudden improvement. Most baby wolves didn't master that move until at least four months, sometimes six. James laughed and hugged his wife all the tighter, kissing her cheek as they both beamed in pride, wishing they had brought the camera with them. Little Alex was growing up so fast. \~ \~ About nineteen years later \~ \~ Brenda sighed deeply as she heard thumping bass through the ceiling of her study, holding the sides of her heard in frustration. The sounds of Nickelodeon Morning beat through her fine oak door and she swallowed two more Ibuprofen. She knew it wasn't exactly good for her liver, but she didn't care right now. Whoever thought up these rules for living a long time obviously didn't have four children. The inane sounds of the TV were caused by her two little hyperactive twin cubs Mary and Vicky, her youngest. The bass upstairs belonged to her second-born Xavier and the silence that was between that was Alex's, her eldest. James was at work managing his book publishing company and Brenda was trying to brush up on the latest experimental methods for removing-brain-tumors-via-experimental-implants. She groaned in frustration and set down her medical journal and stood up, stretching her tired back. She heard the bass suddenly die and she counted mentally. '1...2...and...next track.' Sure enough, more bass began to boom through the wall as another one of Xavier's heavy metal songs began to blare. Brenda groaned and went upstairs, but Xavier was already anticipating her move and as soon as he heard her coming up the Cherry steps, he turned down his music to a whisper. Brenda shook her head and continued upstairs, now trying to get away from the crashes and boings of Nickelodeon. She passed Alex's well kept room, the door free of scratches or markings, but then passed Xavier's, his door covered in posters and pop-art prints. They were polar opposites. One was quiet and reserved, the other quick-tempered and loud. One good with money, the other constantly out of a job and broke. She didn't like to pick sides with her children or pay favorites, but Alex was definitely the easier one to live with. She equally loved all her children, no matter what their flaws, but Alex was the easiest to live with. Brenda lightly knocked on the door and walked in. Alex had similar posters on his wall to what Xavier had. They shared some of the same media likes and dislikes, but Alex was less flamboyant in his hobbies. Brenda smiled softly as she walked past his rows of DVDs. Zombie/Comedy/Sci-Fi and especially love stories crowded his selection. She found him at his piano keyboard, lightly playing a tune. His headphones were attached, so he didn't hear her until she was right beside him, tapping him on the shoulder. He pulled out his earphones and looked up at his mother, his light red eyes staring into her green ones. Both wolves fur was deep gray, and while Alex had inherited the good looks in his face, he had also inherited his mother's petite figure and an overall feminine form. When he dressed, it wasn't so obvious, but (and as Alex knew intimately), his body was quite curvaceous and fragile in form. Xavier had inherited the muscle and gruffness of voice, while Alex got a higher tone. Brenda smiled warmly and handed her son a twenty dollar bill. "Didn't you say you were going to go hang out with friends today Alex?" She asked as her son took the twenty. He already knew what his mother was going to ask. "Yeah, what do you need from your robotic rulers Wal-Mart?" Brenda just continued. "I need some caramel, whip cream and chocolate mint cookies. I'm going to make Grandma's dessert tomorrow. Could you get those for me on your way back?" Alex stifled a grumble. He didn't like going to Wal-Mart, but it was on his way home, so he might as well. He did like that dessert an awful lot. "Uh, sure mom, I'll pick 'em up." Alex stood and pocketed the twenty as he grabbed his keys hanging on his dresser and leather jacket. His mother smiled and left with a happy "thank you" as she went to the kitchen to start getting dinner ready. Alex took the opportunity to look himself over. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt with the faded logo of his mom's hospital on the back and his too-baggy jean cargo pants with the hole right under the left pocket. He muttered "terrible" before he went to his closet, grabbing his favorite pair of faded, slightly bottom flared jeans and vintage Levi tee, slipping them both on before he straightened his locks of black hair, loving how the short locks fell over his eyes. He smiled as he looked himself over in the mirror above his dresser, and, slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing his cell, wallet, keys and jacket, left his room. He walked downstairs and made his way into the overly spacious kitchen. His family was quite well-to-do. His father brought down almost 100 grand a year and his mom brought down more as a neurosurgeon (although he could never figure out how much). He still worked and lived like the average teenager. He got his first job at 16, his second one at 19. He bought all his own clothes, his own rice-burner truck, his own car insurance, his own gas. The only things he didn't pay for was room and board, but with the money he had been saving from working at his job as a waiter, he could afford to find an apartment in another year or so. He nodded at his mom as she began to rummage through the huge fridge, pulling out the different items she would need for whatever she was preparing. "Hey mom, I'm going now. I'll be back sometime before one." Brenda nodded as she shifted some items around. "PM or AM?" "AM." Alex said as he fished out his keys and began to walk towards the door. "Allright. I love you, be careful." She called out, even as Alex shut the front door. The wolf opened the driver's door to his Toyota, sighing as he looked over the beaten remains of what was once his brother's car before he lost his license. It was once a brand new Acura. All the features. Power windows, locks, stereo. But since he was so hot-tempered, he had wrecked the poor thing into bits. Now it looked like it had been through a demolition derby. Alex's Toyota was in no better shape, but the damage had solely been his brother's fault. Xav came home one night, completely intoxicated and slammed into his brother's vehicle, putting a huge dent in the passenger side door. Alex sighed softly since it had been eight months and Xav still hadn't paid for the damage. He stepped inside and shut the door, but not before he saw his younger brother running down the front steps to their three story house, calling out his name. Alex shook his head and started up his truck, the four-piston motor beating itself to life. Xavier stopped by his brother's window and tapped on the glass. Alex relented and rolled down the window as Xavier leaned down. "Hey, can I hitch a ride with you? I wanna go see a movie." He almost demanded. Alex grinned and shook his head. "Sorry, I have stuff to do." And with that, he pulled out of his driveway and began the drive to his destination, watching in his rear view mirror was Xavier gave him the finger and screamed "well, fuck you!" Alex sighed and shook his head. Xavier turned 17 years old and had his license only one year before the state revoked it. He had five speeding tickets, six accidents and two moving violations on his record. Insurance companies refused to put him on the policy for less than $600 a month. Alex laughed. And it was his own damn fault. The wolf laughed again and turned on his cheap stereo, blaring the latest electronica song on his way. \~ \~ Alex finally pulled up into the simple gravel driveway of his friend Tom and turned off his engine. The driveway was empty except for Tom's twenty-something Honda. Alex smiled and opened the door to his truck, pocketing his keys and locking up as he walked up to his best friend's house, ringing the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door opened and there he was. Tom was a sinewy leopard, his muscles well defined under his loose black shirt and even looser jeans. He had a terrible sense of style, but Alex didn't mind. His fur was faded orange with light black stripes across his arms and back with green eyes to compliment his look. He smiled and Tom grinned, stepping to the side to let the wolf in. Tom's house was quite simple compared to Alex's. Their single TV was only 18 inches wide, but they both had fun playing video games on it together nonetheless. Tom's family could only afford one computer, but they had fun probing the many useless features of the net anyways. Alex sat down on the very old couch and leaned back, tossing his keys on the floor as Tom shut the door. Alex looked around, wondering where the other three members of his friend's family were when suddenly the leopard was in his lap, his paws holding onto the wolf's cheeks as he smothered Alex in a deep kiss. Alex was a little caught off guard, but passionately returned the kiss, holding onto his best friend (and lover's) waist. The leopard broke the kiss and sat down beside his boyfriend, lightly tapping Alex's shoulder. The wolf took his cue and laid down, his head resting in Tom's lap and looking straight up. He murred softly as his facefur was softly groomed by his feline lover's gentle fingers. "I was just about to ask where everyone was, love." Alex said softly as he began to think about Tom. He had known Tom for almost six years, and had been his boyfriend for almost three. However, neither of their families looked with any kindness on homosexuality, so they had been lovers in secret all this time. Only a select few knew of their sexual orientation and even fewer knew of their relationship. It drove them both crazy sometimes, wanting so badly to come out, but being unable to. Holidays were particularly hard for the couple, since they had to spend most of it apart and even less time alone together. Alex shook the depressing thought from his mind. He had come here to enjoy Tom, not to feel depressed. "Hm?" Tom asked. He was obviously enraptured by staring down at his canine love. The wolf giggled softly and poked his boyfriend in the chest. "I said that I was just about to ask where everyone was when you got all lusty kitty on me." Alex laughed. Tom tried his best to look shocked, but the smile on his face easily giving him away. "I can't believe you! Oh well, guess I won't be mounting that tight hole of yours anymore." Alex giggled girlishly. It was only around Tom that he allowed his truly submissive side come out. "Oh, no? Since when can you resist?" Tom chuckled and kissed his mate softly on the nose as he whispered his reply. "Never." "Thought so." Alex said as he rose from his love's lap and leaned heavily into his chest, stroking his paws over the feline's broad and tight chest through his shirt. "So do it then. I've been over two weeks without sex and I need you, now." Tom stopped laughing and purred lustily, making the little wolf's back arch and his ears lower in submission. "Well then wolfy, lead the way." Alex licked his lips seductively and grinned. "Glad to." Tom stood and began to follow his mate when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and tugged back on his paw of his lover. Alex looked back over his shoulder. "What's the matter sweetheart?" The wolf asked, worriedly. Tom tried hard to conceal his grin. "My family went to Wal-Mart. They should be back any second now." Alex's jaw dropped in horror. "What?" Tom laughed at the dejected and disappointed face of his lover. "Yep." The sound of gravel crunching and a horn beeping came from outside. "In fact, I think that's them now." Alex growled playfully and pounced on his love, nipping at his strong chest as he pinned him to the floor. "I'll get you for this." Tom laughed as he stroked his mate's headfur. "Put it on my tab wolfy. Now let me up before my parents come inside and find us like this." \~ \~ Brenda wiped her mouth as she set down her fork. The twins hurriedly finished and dashed off upstairs to go play together, leaving Xavier, James and Brenda at the table. James leaned back and took a sip of his wine as he softly sniffed the wonderful aroma. Xavier's gaze was downward. He had easily cleaned his plate, but he knew his parents had something they wanted to talk to him about. Brenda set down her napkin and looked at her son. "So Xavier, have you found a job yet?" She asked as she began to clear the table. James just sat back in his chair, watching his son. Xavier's brow was already furrowed in anger. "No mom, for the fifth damn time." Xavier stated sarcastically. James set down his glass of merlot and glared at the rebellious teen. "Don't you swear at your mother son. She may be your mom, but she's my wife." The elder wolf almost growled. Xavier sunk back in his chair and snarled softly. Brenda sighed deeply. She already knew where this was going. Discussions with Xavier, no matter how innocent they began, always ended in bouts of screaming. "I was just asking Xav cause the dent you put into Alex's truck with your old car is still there and it's been eight months since-" Xavier suddenly threw his fork down on the tiled floor. "I KNOW! I can't find a good job you know that pays me as well as you can and I don't have hardly any money to-" James suddenly stood, his enormous muscled frame towering over his son, even from across the table. "Now don't you mouth off to us! Lower your voice young man!" Instead of pacifying Xavier, the young wolf became further enraged, kicking his chair out from him and punching a large hole in the wall. Brenda backed up a couple of steps, agog at the sudden outburst of violence. James didn't take it so well. His eyes flared in fury and he slammed his own fist on the table, loudly growling at his son and pointing warningly at him. "BACK OFF! Now sit down this instant!" James screamed. The twins upstairs suddenly became quiet when they heard the roar. When Xavier refused to sit, James slammed his fist again. The teenage wolf reluctantly sat down. Brenda began to cry. James' heart broke at the sound of his wife sobbing, but he had to continue. "First of all Xavier, you will NEVER...I repeat, NEVER do something like that again or I'll kick your butt out on the street so fast your head will spin. Second, you will NEVER mouth off to your mother like that. Third, don't feed us this bull about not having any money. That stupid cell phone of yours is sucking all your savings. Go get your latest cell bill." Xavier didn't move and just stared at the floor. "I don't need to, I know how much it was." James ground his teeth together. "How much was it then?" Xavier looked away and his lips fluttered, trying to not scream at his father. "$542." James sighed deeply and rubbed his temples. "Five hundred dollars? For one month's service? You only have a sixty dollar bill for 1000 minutes. How much did you go over?" Xavier ground his incisors. "I didn't go over on my minutes by much, only two hundred minutes this time. Most of that was from my text messaging." James blinked as he thought about what his son had just said. "You ran up almost $400 in TEXT messages?" Xavier suddenly turned back to face his father. "What do you care dad? It's not your money!" James took a breath before answering, lest he lose his mind and begin screaming again. "I care, Xav, cause even though you are paying for the bill, the contract is still under my name, so if you continually go over your minutes, that reflects on my credit score you know." Xav turned away again. Brenda was clutching her used napkin tightly as she watched in horror. Xavier was scaring her with how angry he was acting. James swallowed the last mouthful of wine before continuing. "If you followed your contract, you could pay to have your brother's truck fixed." Xavier suddenly stood up in defiance. "Don't FUCKING DO THAT TO ME! DON'T TREAT ME LIKE I'M FUCKING IRRESPONSIBLE OR SOMETHING!" He screamed at his father at the top of his lungs. James backed up slightly before he circled the table, standing in front of his son in defense. "LOWER YOUR VOICE XAV! THIS INSTANT!" Xavier whimpered softly at the extreme boom of his father's voice and backed down. James leaned down as his son took his chair again. "Don't you dare use language like that in this house. Your sisters will hear you and they're only six. They don't need to be hearing such obscenity. Do...you...understand?" The wolf asked, pointing at his son and growling deeply. Xav nodded. He knew he was out of line. "Now, I want you to finally repair the damage you did to your brother's truck. There is $400 worth of repairs that need to go into it and-" Xav looked up at his father suddenly. "So why can't you guys pay for it? You have alot more money than I do." Brenda suddenly got ahold of her tears and stepped forward. "Because Xavier, \*you\* did the damage, \*you\* pay for it. We didn't back into Alex's truck, \*you\* did!" She stated as her voice began to crack from emotion. Xavier looked away again. James sighed and leaned against the wall. "Xavier, if you stick to your cell plan, you can have his truck repaired next month. If you go over by just half the amount you did this last month, you can have it paid off in two months, but I expect you to pay him for the repairs soon." Xavier huffed softly, clenching his fists together. His right knuckles were bleeding softly from punching the hole in the plaster, but he was more angry at his parents right then. He nodded anyways though. "Good. Now this..." James said as he walked over to the hole in the wall, looking it over. "You're going to repair this too. Plaster, mold and paint, until it was just like it was. Do you understand? There will be no negotiation in these two matters. They're set in stone. Repair Alex's truck and the wall. Got me?" Xavier almost said "Yeah, and fuck you too." but restrained himself. He muttered a simple "Yes, sir." James sighed again and nodded in the direction of the stairs. "Good, now go upstairs. Leave your stereo off." Xav pushed his chair away and stomped upstairs like a toddler throwing a tantrum. James sighed and turned around to hug his wife as she cried softly into her husband's strong chest. "What did we do wrong James? I don't understand his behavior at all." She whimpered. James simply held her. \~ \~ Alex locked his truck as he looked at his cell display, his mother's groceries hanging off his left arm. 12:37 am. He clicked on the tiny LED light that was attached to his keys and made his way through the darkness and up the front steps of his parent's house. After a few seconds of fumbling with his keys, he unlocked the door and stepped inside. He locked the door behind him, pacified the alarm system, reset it and quickly dropped off everything his mother needed in the kitchen and freezer. He made his way upstairs to his room. He had work in the morning, but was glad that he had taken the time to visit his boyfriend. They had had a pleasant evening with his family, played some video games then headed back to Tom's room when everyone wanted to watch the latest reality show, saying that they wanted to go listen to some music. Tom turned on his stereo and for the next hour they cuddled and licked each other, enjoying each other's company before a knock at their door nearly gave them both a heart attack. They straightened up and each grabbed a magazine. Fortunately it was only Tom's younger sister, a little adopted white panther named Selena. She bounced into the room like any normal nine year old did; solely to annoy her brother. The two lovers suspended their play and went hesitantly back into the living room where they spent the rest of their evening. Alex arrived at his door while daydreaming of his mate and stepped inside, dropping his belongings onto his bed and beginning to pull his shirt off when he heard a knock at his door. He pulled his tee back down and opened the door. Xavier stood on the other side and immediately began to bitch to his older brother about their parent's and their "unfair" parenting styles. And, as always, Alex listened as he went about his business of getting ready for bed. He turned on his tiny stereo (paid for by his own money) and began putting his stuff away. Xavier bitched and bitched and bitched, and soon, Alex grew tired of listening. He began to shuffle Xav towards the door. "Listen, I have work tomorrow, so we'll continue this tomorrow evening ok?" Alex stated, punctuating his words with a tired yawn. Xav growled and sighed. "All right, sure." Alex resisted the urge to slam the door in his face and, dropping all his clothes on the floor, slipped into bed and went to sleep. \~ \~ Xav locked the door to his room and immediately went to his dresser, pulling out stacks of clothes to find his tiny Altoid breath mint tin. He smiled and walked to his window, opening it to ventilate his room as he opened the tiny box. Inside was rolling paper, a dime of dope and several doses of acid. He immediately rolled himself a joint and lit up, breathing the smoke out the window as the wind whisked it away. He grumbled to himself as the marijuana began to take hold. "Irresponsible? I'm not irresponsible. That wimpy motherfucker next door to me is the irresponsible one. I can pay my cell bill." Xav thought to himself. "I've had my phone for over two years and always, ALWAYS managed to pay it. Alex has only had his for like, eight months. And I'm getting straight A's in college anyways! Alex struggles to hold a B! Asshole!" He growled in anger at his parents, thinking up his plan for moving out. Sure he only had six hundred in the bank and no job, but he just had to get out of this house. His parents had no right telling him to pay for something he did. He was drunk for Christsakes! You don't force anyone to pay for anything when they're drunk or angry! Or, at least, that's what he truly believed when he was stoned. \~ \~ Two months later... \~ \~ Alex threw down his tie on the floor of his room, growling to himself. He had made enough money, $123 for a Friday night, but he had been there for almost nine hours. Did no one else know how to do their job tonight? He had to take half the tables in the restaurant, and all at the same time because everyone else was freaking out. He sighed and breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down as he turned on his stereo, the sounds of some piano concerto soothing his tired muscles. He sat down on his bed and rested a little as he picked up the bills that were lying on his nightstand. Car insurance, cell, state car registration bill, republican party flier, internet bill and VISA bill ad among the other junk mail. He sighed and immediately began filling out checks and putting them in the proper envelopes. Almost $400 dollars evaporated right there when he was done. He looked around his desk, but couldn't find his book of stamps, so he made his way downstairs. His parents were busy watching late night TV. He cocked his ears. They never watch late night TV. He rounded the corner and cursed to himself quietly. He forgot (again) to put away the bag of chips he had been snacking on that afternoon. He was checking the chips for staleness when he heard his mother's voice behind him. "How many times have I asked you to put away the chips when you're done with them?" Brenda demanded harshly. Alex groaned. "I'm sorry mom, really. I just ran out of the house today cause they were short of people at work and I wanted to help-" "I ASKED! HOW MANY TIMES?!!!" She screamed. Alex whimpered and lowered his head, but still growled inside at the undeserved treatment. "Like three times." He whined. His mother growled softly in her throat. "The next time I see chips out, I'm going to charge you a dollar for each chip in the bag and I'll make you count them when you get home, do you get me?" She demanded. Alex looked up with confusion. "What?" He asked, dazed at her demands. They were only chips, not that big a deal after all. "You heard me." Brenda stated, matter-of-factly. "For every chip I find, it'll cost you a dollar." "But mom, it's not that big a deal..." Alex tried to explain, in his kindest, gentlest tone, but his mother cut him off. "It is a big deal! I've asked you three times! Three times is too many!" "But mom-" "No buts! The decision is final. The next time-" Alex growled and looked up. His submissive, quiet personality faded. He had been taking shit like this for almost a year now. If he didn't put away his shoes in the right spot, he was yelled at. If he forgot to pick up something at the store for his parents, he was screamed at. If he didn't turn off the AC when told to, he was shrieked at. He had finally had it. "No." He simply stated. Brenda was shocked. "What?" "I said no. Like I said, it's no big deal." He stated flatly. His mother suddenly stepped closer to him, throwing the bag of chips on the floor. "And what if your sisters do that huh? Then I have to clean it up and after a hard day at work, I don't want to come home to a house and find..." "Oh shut up!" Alex yelled back. His mother's eyes filled with rage, but Alex was undeterred. "You whine and bitch about every tiny thing that I do wrong. The chips were out, the dishes weren't done, the toilet lid was up. But how many times have you yelled at Xavier for these same things?!? When he came home piss-headed drunk and wrecked into my truck, you didn't yell at him. When he was hanging out with his friends and was blowing up propane tanks and set himself on fire because of his stupidity, you didn't yell at him then. But when I come home from my own hard day's work and forgot to put some 99 cent potato chips away, you scream at me!!!" Brenda was taken back. She had never heard Alex yell. Never. Neither had she been so embarrassed, because she knew he was right. Her muzzle gaped slightly in shock at what she had done and she noticed that Alex was crying. His heart was broken and hers did too. She began to cry too. "Oh god, I'm sorry Alex..." She said softly and reached out to touch her son's hand. "I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to...I mean...it's just that...I mean..." Alex blinked through his tears. His mother apologizing? She had never done that. Never. He was slightly ashamed at making his mother cry, but he was damn proud of himself for finally standing up for himself. He wiped his eyes. "It's ok. It's just you have to understand. With all the responsibilities I have...I pay for everything except room and board. And what does Xavier pay for? His cell. He didn't even pay for his insurance when he had his car running. Or his gas, or his own car for that matter. You just gave him the old family car. I paid for mine by working my ass off. I fixed it when it broke and you guys yell at me about chips and dishes. Like I said, it's not a big deal." Brenda wanted to run upstairs and hide. She had never been so ashamed at something she had done. "I'm sorry Alex. Forget what I said. If you leave chips out, I'll just buy new ones. You're right, it's no big deal." She whispered and leaned heavily against the counter. Alex sighed and turned, smiling through his tears as he wondered if things would get a little better between him and his parents now. Hs stopped when he heard his mother calling his name. "Alex...I have something to ask you." She said softly. The wolf turned, wiping the last of his tears away. His mother couldn't look him in the eyes. "Am I...a horrible mother?" Brenda winced. She waited for her son to tell her "Yes, you're a horrific mother, I wish I had no mother, I wish I had no parents, you're thickheaded and dumb, you can't even control Xavier. I want someone else to be my mom." But he didn't. Alex shook his head. "No mom." Brenda's eyes lit up and she smiled. "That's the truth?" Alex nodded and looked his mom straight in the eyes from across the kitchen. "I don't lie. You know that mom." Brenda nodded. "I know." Alex turned around and walked back upstairs. Suddenly his mom was at his heels and she hurriedly ran ahead of him and grabbed a note she had put on his nightstand. Alex looked curiously at the folded paper. He hadn't noticed it when he got home. "Mom, what's that?" He asked innocently. His mother ripped the paper in half. "Nothing...j-j-just..." She stuttered. She hadn't stuttered since middle school. The emotions of just what was in that note was tearing her to pieces. "C-can I sit d-d-d-d-d-down? Alex nodded and sat down at his desk while his mother sat on his bed. She finally got a hold of herself and stopped stuttering. "Alex, I got a phone call today. Tom's parents called me and said...they said that Tom... He admitted to being a sodomite and-" "Gay mom. He's gay. Don't use that word." Alex said, steeling his will for what surely was to come. He was wondering why Tom had been trying to call him all night long. Brenda looked curiously at her son before continuing. "And they said that they supported him. They wanted to know what side I was on. Whether I was going to support him too or not, mainly because you are his best friend." She said and tore the paper in half again. "And I need to know, did you know he was....gay?" Alex swallowed hard. He had been waiting for this moment his entire life. Ever since he was in middle school and began to enter puberty, his eye had always been on other males, never on a female. He never had a steady girlfriend. Whenever she tried to turn the relationship sexual, or even tried to cuddle with him, he shied away in disgust. He thought it was his strong religious upbringing doing that, all the "run from sexual immorality stuff", but he realized later that it wasn't. Once he met Tom, that was it for him. He knew he was gay and wanted to be with Tom for the rest of his life. But he never told his parents, because he knew they would overreact like his mother did tonight to the bag of chips. But it was all going to change, starting right now. Tom's parents accepted him, so that meant he could move to Tom's if he was kicked out of the house or disowned. He needed to tell the truth as he so strongly believed in. "Yes mom. I knew." He started, waiting for that comment to sink in. His mother was about to speak when he interrupted her. "I've been his boyfriend for three years." Brenda's jaw dropped and Alex suddenly felt dizzy. "Oh shit, I'm fucked now..." He thought to himself. What would he need to grab if his father threw him out? "I'll need my cell, my box of important documents, wallet, keys, my overnight bag of clothes and- "Ok." Was all his mother said before she stood up and walked out of Alex's room. The wolf blinked hard as he watched his door shut in slow motion. With a soft click his door locked and he was alone again. Alex closed his eyes as his tears began to flow. She was ashamed of him! She hated him! She was going to disown him! He wouldn't have a family tomorrow! What the fuck was he thinking?! What the fuck was wrong with them?!?! Alex threw himself down into his pillow and wailed softly to himself. His hand shook as he reached for his phone, dialing up Thomas and bringing the phone to his ear. "Alex? Are you ok sweetheart?" His boyfriend's voice asked quickly, anticipating the worst. For once, he was right. "I told them." The wolf whispered softly. The leopard waited in tense silence before answering. "And?" Alex started to whimper. "I don't know Tom...I just don't know..." \~ \~

Title: Tino's Rival by stinkin_weasel Tags: Cub, Elephant, Fox, Giraffe, M/M, Rhino, Scat, Wolf Tino lay on the soft grass of his master's backyard, gently pawing away at his muddy erection. His stomach was uncomfortably full and every belch brought the taste of feces back into his mouth. The three large animals that had just made use of him seemed to ignore him now. The rhino left suddenly for the house and the giraffe stepped over to Tino. He reached into his pocket and took out a small black collar. He showed the shiny gold tag on the front that read in large letters: TOILET. Tino's tail fired off at a quickening pace as he patiently waited to be branded with his new title. The giraffe looked on with pride after placing the leather collar over the fox's neck, and before Tino could yip out a response the elephant had begun to cover him up with a new diaper. He was still noticeably stained from earlier, but none of the two masters seemed to intend on cleaning him up. He couldn't have been happier. He was now a messy slave to three hunky masters, and he thought nothing in the world could mess with his mood. That is until he saw the rhino returning to the scene with a rather peculiar site. Walking on all fours next to him was another little critter, also in diaper, being dragged along with a leash that seemed bound in the same fashion as Tino. What turned out to be an adorable little wolf cub gave Tino a very unhappy glare. The others seemed to find it quite amusing, chuckling away. The little wolf looked at Tino no more than a few seconds before turning to the rhino with a cranky remark, "So this is why I haven't been fed all day?!" "Now now," the elephant said in a calm voice, "You knew we were getting a new toy, don't play the jealousy card on us!" "Hmph!" the wolf pouted in response crawling up to the new fox with a look of disapproval. Tino could only look him half in the eye, feeling somewhat bad for taking part of what was clearly the wolf's territory. The wolf sniffed at Tino's side where a particularly nasty streak of brown still stuck to his fur. To Tino's surprise instead of more pouting the second little slave chose to lap up the stain on Tino's fur. The fox blushed greatly and shivered at the tickling tongue. When the cub finished he had a bitter look on his face that looked like he was trying to hide disgust, "Great, you saved the best mess for this twerp!" The three masters said nothing, but the giraffe had a wicked smile across his face. He unlatched the buckle on his belt and to the curious looks on both slave's faces, proceeded to slip his pants off. "I knew you might find this transition a little hard kid" he said gently to the cub as he walked towards him. "I think with time though, you two can get along" he rested his hand against the wolf's chin and held it up so his smile would reach the wolf's eyes. "I knew you'd be a little upset though, so I saved you a little present!" The giraffe turned around, squatting low over the cub's muzzle. The little slave puckered up, quickly getting up on his knees to push his mouth as close as possible. The giraffe relaxed his muscles, letting out a low rasp over the wolf's nose. The slave's mouth watered with anticipation as he sniffed at the trail of stench. "You're still our little toilet too Robbie" the giraffe said calmly, bracing his legs in place as a runny light brown trail pushed its way out from behind him. The slave's mouth accepted the long strands of dung gracefully and seemed to work faster with each log the giraffe strained out. When he finished, the wolf had a strong look of relief having finally received a warm meal from one of his masters. As Tino looked on with uncomfortable silence they were ushered inside, for what he could only assume, would be a very interesting night. Later the group sat in the musty but comfortable sitting room, Tino's forehead beading with sweat as he viewed the other side of the room. The wolf softly whimpered in the rhino's lap, relieving himself of the day's meals. The rhino felt the diaper on his lap grow warmer and fuller with each passing second and it filled him with *stiffening* excitement. His cock stuck onto the cotton mass and he could feel the lining grow damp and runny. "It's sooo full master!" the pup sang as he finished off with a rippling fart. The grey beast cackled with pride at his little slave's broad display. His diaper was so full he could hardly lift himself up. He chose to just lie back onto his master, and let the big mess inside run around over his waist. Tino's own stomach grumbled as his meal seemed ready to leave and before he could even comment the other two masters were staring him down. "Not healthy to hold it in cutie!" the elephant said with a caring smile. "Ya, don't be shy now Tino, let it out for us" the giraffe chimed in, Tino now seeing that two had slipped to their cocks out to stroke as they watched him. Tino's looked shy again but followed along, letting a ripe fart blow out of his ass. The two masters chuckled as they patiently waited, allowing the little fox the time he needed to relax. In short time he finally was able to lighten his load, a thick brown mound beginning to form on the diaper just under his tail. As soon as he had started he seemed unable to stop, and a torrent of mess dropped out of his behind, filling the little cotton bundle until it was offcolor and heavy. The group let out a round of claps for the fox, the rhino grapping him softly by the shoulders as he whispered "Meal time!" into his ears. The group made their way into the dining room quickly, Tino letting out a little surprise as his diaper was quickly stripped off of him. The wolf sat next to him as they got to the table, the two still scoffing each other down until their diapers were suddenly thrust in front of them. "Ok boys," the giraffe called out in cheerfully, "Time to try each other's cooking!" As they looked down they quickly found the meaning to their master's words, realizing they would both be forced to eat the other's 'meal'. Tino sniffed at the lump of slimy brown logs dishearteningly, giving a sour but hopeful smile to his new masters. The stench radiating off of it was more than off-putting and he couldn't help but feel outshined as his 'new found friend' looked eagerly at his own bundle, eager to impress. "What's the matter foxy?" the young wolf boasted as he tickled his muzzle around the pile in front of him, lifting up once his nose was a dirty brown, "Is my shit too strong for you to handle?" The comment nearly offended Tino, after all he managed to choke down the brunt of what his two masters had offered, but then again feeding from *them* was a pleasure. The little fox scoffed and pulled up his bundle closer. Rival or no rival it was still a warm meal. A pleasurable sigh radiated off his masters as they watched him stuff a good pile of it sloppily into his mouth. A chestnutty hew of brown dripped down over his chin, making his fur feel thicker with muck than before. Despite the rivalry that caused a bit of a strain between the two he couldn't help but admit, the wolfy's shit was wonderfully repulsive. His master's gaze temporarily seemed locked onto their little pup so he took the chance to quickly smear some of the foul wolfscat over his now throbbing cock. The wolf in question was busy scarfing down fox shit like he hadn't eaten in weeks, a sloppy murmur of enjoyment accompanying his chews. He wanted to hate the wolf for the little bastard he was, but he had to admit, he was quite the adorable little shit eater. The little wolf finally let out a deep breath as he finished Tino's 'offering'. With a loud belch he looked over directly at the fox and actually surprised him with a smile, "I guess I can at least admit, you make some pretty tasty shit!" The wolf licked his fingers clean as Tino looked away in a blush. He now felt the sudden need to impress the wolf back, and with a quick deep breath proceeded to pull the whole diaper in his paws over his face. The thick waste fell over his eyes, nose and lips in a horrible slush, and at first he gagged before forcing it all down. The elephant stepped over as he intently watched Tino eating away, sighing as he let a long needed stream of piss drain out over the busy fox. He continued to finish up the bit of dung he had left, squinting as he kept getting washed in elephant piss. He dropped the soaking bundle suddenly as he felt a nip at his ear turning to see the little wolf curled next to him, teasing him with his mouth and paws. His voice lingered in Tino's ear as it whispered in between a long tickling lick, "Sorry I gave you such a cold welcome...guess I got a little jealous." Tino smiled faintly, leaning into the wolf's groping paw between his legs, "Ahh-ye-yeah, as you can see-" Tino stopped, interrupted as the elephant pushed his spraying cockhead right up to his lips. The wolf giggled watching Tino gulp down the rest of their master's piss, "Yeah you're right...guess sharing can be kinda fun!" The wolf snuggled closer to Tino, his paw fondling the little fox knot, "The name's Robbie, and I guess I'm your little toilet brother now!" Tino mumbled in response, wishing to give a friendly reply but unable to as his master pushed his long shaft in and out of his throat. Robbie let go of Tino's body, allowing him to give himself completely over to their master. Instead he crept around behind the large elephant and softly spread apart his firm cheeks. His only hesitation was to take a longing look at the rippled pink hole before burying his face into his master's backside, making sure to reach every inch of it with his sticky stained tongue. The two slaves smelled horribly ripe as they pleasured their master, having both spent the day bathing and feeding in shit without a single chance of washing up. Whatever part of the elephant's body touched either of his sluts quickly formed streaks and stains, and the other two masters quickly came round to join the group, lost in the thick powerful scent. The rhino stepped up to Robbie in a frenzied excitement, gripping his dirty tail to hoist his rump in the air. He rubbed the tip of his cock against the messy hole until it had a nice brown coat, "Mmm, that's the stuff!" The giraffe was now on the other side, following suit with Tino. "If either of you have anything left up in there, now would be the time to use it!" Without hesitation the two canine toilets grunted and pushed for whatever they could find left in their bodies, and with a little bit of patience, both masters were treated to long strands of shit to rub over their shafts. "My fave kind of lube!" the rhino beckoned with glee, starting to push his sleek muddy member up Robbie's ass. The little wolf whimpered at the tickling sting rushing through him with the greasy slide. The rhino was always rough with his pray and he left the poor wolf none of the comfort the giraffe gave Tino. The giraffe's cock was softly slipping in and out of the fox with a delightful squishing, the details of Tino's fresh crap smeared against his thighs. He panted deeper and deeper the more he thrust, the warm slimy rump quickly forcing out his climax. Before long he was forced to hump up in a seizing grunt, a long squirt of cum shooting up into Tino's rear. Before long he could hear the hefty rhino grunting out nearby, a slippery gurgling sound coming from the cub's rear end as it filled with cum. When he pulled out a long strand of thick goo followed him pouring out of the little hole that hardly fit him to begin with. With two out of three finished, both slaves moved their lips eagerly against the last master's shaft. With expertise they trailed their little tongues along, barely just starting before an eruption of elephant seed hit them both square in the face. They both chuckled and moaned out merrily together, cuddling up together in their piles of filth as their masters looked on at them with a loving glow. Later as their master's slept they finally had their end of day shower, happy to be able to at least sleep in a clean state. The wolf sighed as he rubbed soap gently against his loosened ass, Tino noticing his fingers slipping in more than once. He turned to face the fox with a gentle smile, rubbing his small paw against the limp fox cock. The smooth paw pads already started to stiffen the shaft before he dipped down and covered Tino's shaft in his mouth. He lay back against the shower wall as the wolf worked at his cock, getting him fully aroused before turning to lean his butt up against him. "Tino, I'm still really horny...would you, like to fuck me?!" Tino gripped at the wolf's waist, caressing the shape of his young body, before thrusting himself in. The wolf whimpered in his usual adorable tone, pawing at himself as his toilet brother buried his shaft into him. The water continued to fall from the shower, cleaning the two little cuties as they yiffed on into the night. 

Title: A Beautiful Wish Ch. 02 Tags: genie, wish, busty **Chapter 2: Song of the New Day** Light poured in through George's bedroom window and splashed directly across his face. He had tried to fight the growing realization that he was awake by covering himself with a pillow and willing himself back into a dream with Dawn. But he eventually gave up, and picked himself up off the bed. He looked around hopefully, but she was no where to be found. The mood enhancing candles and furnishings were gone, and back were his normal every day, run-of-the-mill stuff. His clothing piled out of his closet, and his various knick-knacks and books were strewn about the floor like usual. He let out a heavy sigh as he lay back on his bed. Just the night before, he had experienced a dream so vivid that he was uncertain it was actually a dream. He dreamed of a beauty created just for him, who could grant him any sexual wish he could imagine. He had named her Dawn. But Dawn was gone, as was any evidence that she had ever been there. He felt a sudden sense of loss as he remembered the things she had said to him in her sweet breathy voice. She had told him it was her purpose to love him unconditionally, to make all his dreams come true. The realization that she didn't exist made him tear up. But then he felt very pathetic laying there, trying to hold on to a dream. He chastised himself for letting his fantasies get the better of him. But even still, it was the best dream he ever had. Seeing that it was getting to be two in the afternoon, George got up and strode to the bathroom. He paused, something was not right. He suddenly realized that he was completely naked. George never went to sleep naked. He had always been a sweat pants and t-shirt kind of guy. He stood their confused for a moment before his self-consciousness took over and he felt compelled to clothe himself. He looked around for something clean to wear, which was no easy feat, when he caught his reflection in the mirror over his dresser. His eye, which had been so whimsically healed by Dawn in his dream, had not gone back to the puffy shiner that Rocko had left him. Then he heard something coming from downstairs. It sounded like someone was singing. He thought that it could be his mother, but she wasn't supposed to be home until Monday. He reached for a pair of old gray sweat pants and threw them on along with a dark blue t-shirt. He crept out of his room to find the source of the music. He proceeded quietly down the stairs as he followed the song. It was soft and serene, almost ethereal. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't actually hearing it. He thought he could feel it, like it was echoing through his mind. There were no words, they couldn't have done the voice justice. He reached the living room and the source of the song. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. There, in the far corner of the room next to an old cabinet, was Dawn. She was examining the various photos that covered the top of the cabinet as she sang happily to herself. She was wearing one of George's white formal dress shirts, which was much too big for her. The sleeves hung down past her delicate fingers and the collar encompassed both her slender neck and her bare right shoulder. Below, she wore a pair of George's boxers which she had rolled up to be as tight as possible across her perfect, heart-shaped bottom. Further down was a pair of long socks pulled up to her knees with two blue bands around the top. Dawn continued to sing, oblivious to George's presence. She bent forward at the waist to pick up a framed picture, her hands still inside the over-sized sleeves. Her hair fell forward and she brushed it behind her ear with a single graceful movement. She gazed at the photo wistfully as she sang. Just like she had the first time George saw her, she managed to leave him completely speechless. He could only observe as his perfect woman examined her surroundings serenely. The notion occurred to him that he should get out of there. He still couldn't believe she was real, his mind couldn't grasp the concept. He thought that maybe he was going crazy. He didn't know what to do, but he could only imagine how awkward it would be if she turned and found him there staring at her. He moved to go back upstairs so that he could think about what to do next, when he bumped into a lamp sitting on an end table. George reacted quickly to catch it but it still made a tremendous amount of noise as the lampshade crumpled in his large hands. He looked over at Dawn like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. She met his nervous gaze with a happy smile on her pretty face. "I uh, I wasn't listening or anything," he stammered, "I was just um, on my way to the kitc..." Before he could finish, Dawn had bounded across the room and flung her arms around him. She caught George completely off-guard, and knocked him on his back with a loud crash. She landed on top of him and kissed him deeply. Her bright, honey colored hair fell around him, and her sleeve encased hands rest on his shoulders. George couldn't think, he could no longer hear that voice inside him that told him to be cautious and timid. He could only hold her tightly and kiss her back. Eventually, she broke from the kiss and looked at him with her happy, unguarded eyes, "Good mor... I mean afternoon Master." He was still reeling from all that had transpired. "Are... are you real?" he pleaded. She gave him another sweet kiss, "This feels real to me, Master." "Yeah, but are you really real, and not some dream?" said George. She tilted her head and smiled in amusement, "I suppose I am a dream in one sense. I was created to your specifications to be everything you need in a partner, and those specifications were taken from your subconscious. But beyond that, I am very much flesh and blood, just like you." He let out a sigh and sat up so that she was sitting on his lap, "I'm sorry, that wasn't what I meant..." "You mean, am I going to disappear and leave you all alone?" she finished. George nodded, his eyes downcast. "No Master. Unless you wish it, I will never keep my heart from you." He nodded. Still unsure of how he was going to handle her. "Alright, Dawn. And, you can call me George." "I am sorry Ma... I mean George," she rolled her eyes at her blunder. "It is just that, calling a Master by name goes against my subservient nature. Names have power, and by giving me permission to use your name you are allowing me a certain amount of freedom beyond what is typically acceptable between a master and slave." "Do you really believe that you are a slave?" he asked. "Well, I admit that you do not treat me like a slave. But the magic that binds me to you demands that I always be ready to follow your every command. And when I use your name I feel like I am your equal rather than your servant." George could tell that she was a bit distressed over the subject of where they stood with each other. He wasn't sure where this relationship was going, but he was certain that he didn't want her to be his slave. To George, that would make him no better than a guy like Rocko. He pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly. Listen to me Dawn," he said as he stroked her silky hair, "I've never wanted a slave. I am no more a Master of you, than you are of me. if you really aren't going to disappear..." "I will not," she said quickly. "I believe you," he amended, "Then our relationship is going to have to be way more than you fulfilling all of my sexual wishes. I'm sorry if I'm not cooperating with your whole master/slave thing, but I couldn't live with myself if I treated you that way. So, please call me George. And when that nagging voice inside says that you don't deserve to, ignore it, because it's wrong. Okay?" Dawn didn't answer, she just buried her face in his neck. He could feel her breathing become labored and the collar of his shirt dampen. She was crying again. He held her even tighter. He wanted to say something that would put the issue to rest, but he could think of nothing. Instead, he focused on her weight on top of him and the wonderful feeling of the two of them together. Finally, he heard her say something, but it was too muffled for him to understand it. "What did you say, Dawn?" he asked. Dawn pulled away a little so that she could look at him. He understood what she had said immediately, it was written all over her face. She loved him. Her eyes, the colors of a sunrise, spoke volumes. They were slightly puffy from her tears, but that didn't make her any less beautiful, or their meaning any less sincere. She began to vocalize what her eyes had already told him, but he stopped her. He was afraid that her feelings were being coerced by the magical attachments between them. "Wait Dawn, don't say it." "Why not?" she whispered. "I... I don't know. I'm just... not ready for that." She looked down and nodded. "Very well. Um... would it be alright if I called you Master on occasion? I know that I will have trouble remembering to call you George." "I don't really mind if you call me Master, I just don't want you to feel like you have to. How about this, you can call me George in public or when we are just talking, but if you want to call me Master in private, you can do that too." "Aww, you are not making this easy on me, George," she whined. He shrugged. "Sorry, this is kinda new for me. It's not everyday that a beautiful woman wants to call me Master." She gave him a sudden quick kiss. George couldn't suppress a grin. "What was that for," he asked. "That was for telling me that you think I am beautiful. And for your benevolence. You are unlike any master I have ever heard of." He scratched his head nervously, "I guess. I mean, it's no big deal, really." "As you say. I appreciate your kindness, nonetheless." "Alright well, I'm starving. Let's get some breakf... I mean lunch." They both laughed a bit and stood up. Dawn wiped her eyes on her sleeves. George had to stretch, as his legs had gone a little numb from his position on the floor. While he stretched he took the opportunity to admire Dawn's outfit again. She looked like the embodiment of the sex kitten, and when he remembered some of the fun they had the night before, he couldn't help but get hard again. "By the way, I love your outfit," said George. Her expression brightened immediately, "I knew you would. I woke about an hour before you did and I wanted to look pleasing for you. I took this ensemble from one of your more pleasant fantasies." George laughed heartily at her premeditated attempts at turning him on. "Well, I'll admit that I've been fighting an urge to give you a little smack on the behind." She gasped in mock astonishment, "You mean this behind?" She turned around and bent at the hips, like she had done when she didn't know anyone was watching, and braced herself against the back of the couch. "You know that is very wrong of you. You should not be thinking about taking advantage of such a sweet and innocent looking girl. It does not matter that you made her a woman the night before, nor does it matter that she wants you to. You should be ashamed of yourself for wanting to take advantage of her affection for you." George was floored by her sudden change in tone, but couldn't deny how sexy she was. He stepped up behind her and gripped her by the hips. She gave him another playful gasp. "Oh my! You are really going to do it! That is so bad, so wrong." George laughed again and gave her a light playful smack. He let his hand linger on her ass and rubbed all around her curves. Then he let his hand sink between her legs to rub her pussy through her boxers. "Oh no, now look what you are doing. You are touching this poor girl's sore but not nearly fucked enough pussy. All she wanted to do was walk around the house in her man's clothing and day dream about the greatest night of her life. Now it looks like she might get taken over the back of this couch!" "You mean the only night of your life," added George. He slipped his thumbs underneath the rolled up waistband and pulled them down. "But George, we are in the living room. You cannot just come up behind sexy girls, grab them by the hips, bend them over, and then fuck them senseless in the living room. Someone could walk in and see your big cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. What would the neighbors think?" She was really hamming it up, but she didn't move. George pulled her shorts down to her knees and then pulled down his sweat pants enough so that his rock hard cock was free. He rubbed the head around her lips of her wet pussy and did his best to tease her. "You know what I think? I think you dressed this way on purpose. I don't think you are nearly as innocent as you say." George pushed in and Dawn gasped for real this time. He went in slowly, still afraid of hurting her. But she was wet enough, so he increased his speed. He slid inside her again and again, fucking her hard and fast. She tried to continue talking the whole time, but she was having trouble with the intense pounding. "No, no! What would her... parents think! They worked... so hard... to raise her right! She... is a good girl... oh!" She flung her hair back over her shoulders and cried out. As her orgasm approached, she lost her ability to keep making sentences and just started shouting, "So wrong! So bad! So good! She needs it! She should fight! Oh no! She... she..." She started shaking and screaming as the pleasure washed over her. Her knees buckled and she would have collapsed if George hadn't been holding her hips tightly. He paused to let her recover. But he was soon back to his previous tempo. He felt his own orgasm approaching rapidly. She resumed her role-play. "Oh no, you are going to cum soon! You will probably cum inside her! And without protection! You could get her pregnant you know! Is that what you want, you want to get this pretty young thing knocked up? This is so unfair. All she wanted was to be a little sexy and now she is going to get a load of cum right up into her womb. Oh, George! Do it! Cum inside me!" George couldn't take any more. He didn't know if it was just the vigorous nature of the encounter, or the talk about getting her pregnant. But he had never cum so hard in his life. He felt like he was cumming in quarts, yet none escaped her hungry pussy. It pulled and squeezed like it was trying to devour him. Finally, he finished cumming. He pulled out his deflating cock and stumbled backwards, only to fall on the carpet with another loud crash. Dawn collapsed next to him. They were both out of breath and sweating through their clothing. George couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. There he was, his pants around his thighs, his sticky cock hanging out, laying next to a smoking hot genie with her shorts hanging on her knees. Her over-sized shirt had fallen open with one of her large breasts exposed. They looked at each other, and they both laughed at the state of things. "So, what was it we were supposed to be doing?" asked George. "I am not sure, but I think it might have had something to do with you making me lunch," said Dawn smiling. "Oh really?" he grinned. She crawled over to him, her shorts still around her knees and said, "Yep, and you said you were going to make it good because it is going to be my first meal, ever." He kissed her, "Well, what are we waiting for. Lets get you fat and happy!" He had always liked that phrase. His dad had used it all the time before he died. The sudden memory of his long dead father brought him down from his euphoric high and he realized just how disheveled the both of them had become. "Hey Dawn, can I wish for us to be refreshed and clean so that we can enjoy a delicious lunch without feeling gross? He felt the tingle again. "Yes, I can do that." "Sweet, do it. I suppose a shower would suffice, but I don't want to put off lunch any longer seeing as how dinner is coming up rather quickly." "Aww, a shower sounds like fun," she whined. Tingle. Flash. Both of them were instantly clean and rested, like nothing had ever happened. In fact, his clothes were actually cleaner then when he had first put them on. "Have I told yet how amazing you are?" he asked. "Not today," she said sweetly. "Well come on, I'll tell you over lunch." He stood up first and then helped her to her feet. George scoured the kitchen for anything that might resemble a meal. His mother wasn't joking when she had asked him to go food shopping. There was nothing really easy to make, nor was anything particularly enticing. Eventually, he decided that he would make as much as he knew how and hope she liked something. He started with some grilled chicken and a few spices, then put on some packaged noodles. The smells wafting from the chicken delighted Dawn to no end, and George had to hold her hair back to prevent it from catching fire a couple of times, as she bent low over the stove to get a good whiff. As George cooked, Dawn moved around the kitchen, picked up every pot, utensil, and gadget, and examined it gleefully. Her favorite by far was the blender. She found a couple of oranges, an apple, a few grapes, and proceeded to blend the hell out of them. But she forgot the lid. One of the grapes shot across the room and bounced down the hall. Dawn chased after it, but she left the blender on and more bits of shredded fruit flew all over the walls and ceiling. In a panic, George tried to cover the opening with his hands. But not before he got a face full of orangey, applely, grapey goop. When Dawn returned from her epic chase, the rogue grape safely trapped in her delicate fingers, her exuberance changed to hysterical laughter at the sight of George's awkward state over the blender. George just rolled his eyes as he waited for her to finish. He thought that the sound of her laughing was particularly divine, even if she was laughing at him. Eventually, she turned off the blender. Then she gave George a kiss on the cheek where a large blob had landed, and sucked it in. The realization that she hadn't peeled the oranges or de-cored the apple hit her almost immediately. She swallowed it, but proceeded to make disgusted faces until the taste left her. After the battle with the blender, Dawn continued her tour of the kitchen. If anything was edible, she took a nibble and proceeded to describe the sensations in every detail. George watched her from the stove. Her unending delight in the seemingly mundane amused him greatly. She knew what everything was and what everything was supposed to do or taste like. But the experience of those items was what she lacked, and she took it all in hungrily. He also noticed that Dawn had the uncanny knack of discovering which example of any group of like items was the best and why. Dawn's curiosity finally abated, and she returned to George's side. "Can I help?" she asked happily. "Sure, babe," he handed her a large plastic spoon, "stir those noodles for me. Yeah, like that. Keep it going until most of the water is gone." "Okay. Babe," she said heavily. "Oh sorry," he laughed nervously, "That just sort of slipped out. My... nothing, sorry." "It is quite fine, George. What were you going to say?" "Nothing, its not important," he said shortly. "Oh please, George. Do not do that. Tell me, tell me. Please!" said Dawn in mock anguish. "Well, it's just... my Dad used to call my Mom that all the time. It was his pet name for her I think." "Oh," she said in quiet astonishment. "What did your Mother call him?" "You're going to laugh at me." "I would never. However, if you do not tell me, I may not be able to stop a few of these noodles from landing in your hair." She pulled out a particularly large noodle and placed it gingerly along the top of his head. "You see George, the rebellion begins." "Okay, Okay! She called him Hotstuff." Dawn brightened, "Aww, they sound cute together." "Yeah, they were inseparable. My mom told me that, when they first started dating, she was in college a couple states away. He was some hotshot new lawyer in a big time law firm. But he quit his job so he could move closer to her." "That is so romantic!" she squealed. "Now I know where you get it from." "Nah, he was the master. He would make out with her right in the middle of a mall, or when we were out at dinner. The man had no shame." "Shame is overrated. I bet your mother went weak in the knees when he did that." "She would complain a little, but you could tell she was into it." He flipped the chicken, "Good times, good times." "George." "Yeah Dawn?" "You can call me babe if you want to." George's stomach did a back flip. He wasn't use to someone being so nice to him so easily and the feeling was slightly uncomfortable. But it felt good too. However, all the talk about his father had given him the sudden urge to change the subject. "So where did that little role play come from?" he asked. Dawn said, "It just came to me all of a sudden. Did you like it?" "Surprisingly, yes. I had never really thought about getting a girl pregnant before, but it was... hot." She stirred the noodles absentmindedly. The look on her face suggested that she was thinking very hard about something. Finally she said, "I think part of me really wants to be taken advantage of." "Well that doesn't sound that surprising," said George, "you did say that it was in your nature to be subservient." "Right, but being subservient just means that I would be below you like a slave o

r an underling. This is different. It is like I want to be independent and capable and strong around you, but I also want to be made to accept my place as your personal whore... Oh, sorry, pardon my language." George laughed and said, "Liking sex doesn't make you a whore." "It doesn't?" she asked hopefully. "Of course not. Being a whore implies that you gave up your integrity to get what you want. All you've done is use sex to show affection. If that's not the most noble usage of sex, then I don't know what is." "That is true I suppose. Thank you George." She hugged him tightly, forgetting her job of stirring the noodles. "Besides, I already have what I want." Dawn continued, "The part about you taking advantage of me was mostly my idea, although I had a feeling you would enjoy seeing an innocent girl in a less then favorable position. As for the part about getting me pregnant, part of my makeup leads me to believe that you would like the idea of having children." "Well, like I said, I haven't ever really thought about it. To be honest, I was starting to worry that I would never have any opportunities." Suddenly he realized that they hadn't taken any precautions to prevent her from actually getting pregnant. "Can you... uh... you know?" "Can I get knocked-up? Only if you wish it. But since I was created for you, and you desire to have children, it is a part of me as well." "What does that mean, that you were created for me? Who created you? And why?" George asked. He had many questions about her abilities, but wasn't quite sure how to ask about them. "Sorry George, I guess I have been rather vague about myself. I will explain everything, do not worry." She tilted her head slightly, and her face squashed up as she thought. "Where should I start?" she thought out loud. "Well, so far, all I know is that you can grant all of my sexual wishes, you have a great voice, you're really intelligent and intuitive, you like fat guys, you want children, and you're smoking hot. Other than that, I'm pretty much in the dark. Why don't you just start at the beginning and we'll go from there." "Ah, the beginning. The perfect place to start." She added laughing, "And I do not like fat guys, thank you very much. I like one guy who is big and strong and nice and makes me cum very hard. Anything else is purely coincidence. What was I saying?" "The beginning." "Oh yes, thank you. My story begins many years ago, sometime during the height of the Persian Empire. My mother was a young and beautiful tar player who fell in love with an aging nobleman. He courted her outside of marriage, and I was the result of their union. But my father was old, and less than thrilled at the prospect of an illegitimate son." "Wait, hold on, time out! Are you telling me you're a dude?" he asked worried. "No George, no! Dear me no. I was born a boy, yes, but once I was turned into a Genie servant I ceased to be that person and became raw potential. You saw it as a pink glowing mist." "Are you sure?" he said with a raised eyebrow. "Well I was..." she dragged out, "but as my Master, you are welcome to check if you like." She adopted a playful grin. George wasn't really worried that she was a boy. He felt like he understood what she had been saying up to that point. But he wasn't going to turn down an invitation to check. He dropped the fork he was using to prod the chicken and moved behind her. He reached up and squeezed her big perky breasts playfully through her shirt. She gasped, "Hey mister! Those are mine," she said in mock anger. She made no move to stop him. "Nuh uh, they're mine. You're just holding them for me," he laughed. He reached down and rubbed her mound through her shorts as he ground his erection into her perfect butt. She bent a little to meet him. "H, hey. I am trying not to burn these noodles," she said weakly. She leaned her head back against his shoulder. He reached up and brushed her hair aside so that he could nuzzle her neck. George was enjoying they're closeness. Perky breasts and tight butt aside, he really liked being together with her. He kissed her neck tenderly and moved his hands underneath her shirt to rest them on her flat stomach. "Mmm," she moaned. Dawn reached up with one hand and ran her fingers through George's dark hair; the other struggled to keep stirring the noodles. After about a minute of wandering touches and sweet kisses, Dawn said softly, "I really like this. I like being here with you, like this." "Me too," was all he could manage. Dawn turned so that she could kiss him properly. "So? Are you satisfied?" she asked with a smile. "Not even a little bit. But I do believe that you are not a boy." "Well that is a relief," she said jokingly. The two exchanged a look of mutual enchantment. George was embarrassed, and his first inclination was to look away, but he suppressed the urge quickly. For the first time in a very long while, George was completely happy. He embraced the feeling and let it take him over. Suddenly, the chicken started spitting and sizzling differently to signify that it was done. George was snapped from his reverie and turned his attention to their food. "Chicken's done. How are those noodles coming?" "Nothing brown. Is that a good sign?" she asked. They both leaned in to confirm that the noodles were ready. When they're faces were mere inches away, Dawn turned and gave George a quick kiss on his cheek. George's stomach did another back-flip. "Um, good job babe, now go into that cupboard up there, no the other one, right, and get a couple of plates. Split the noodles evenly and I'll add the chicken." The two sat down next to each other at the breakfast table and dug in. To George's amazement, the food was actually better than he had ever made it before. "Wow, this is better than I remember. What the heck did I do to it?" Dawn devoured the noodles quickly, moaning in appreciation. She then started in on the chicken more slowly but with no less adulation. "It was part of your wish. You wanted us clean so that we could enjoy a delicious lunch together. Anyway, what was I saying before?" asked Dawn. George was slightly alarmed. He'd have to be more careful with his wishes if she was going to read so far into them. "Uh, boy," he said finally. "Right, thank you. My father was powerful, and imagined a plot by my mother to blackmail him. Much of his fortune had already been bled dry by his excessive gambling anyway. He was angry, at me and my mother. In a drunken rage, he tossed me from a balcony into a nearby alley." "That's terrible," said George somberly. "Agreed. I survived the fall, but I was damaged beyond saving. Naturally, my mother was quite upset, and ran through the streets looking for a healer who could set me right. But each one turned her down, as it was clear to all but my mother that I did not have long. Eventually, her cries were heard by a sorcerer, who saw an opportunity to gain the favor of a beautiful young woman. He knew of no spell that could save me directly. However, he did know of one that could summon a Major Genie. In exchange for performing the extremely difficult and costly incantation, she would be required to become the sorcerer's wife. She agreed, and the sorcerer cast the spell. When the Genie appeared and listened to my mother's plea, he was so moved by her selflessness and willingness to give anything for the life of her child that he offered her a bargain instead. In exchange for me, he would grant my mother one wish, any wish that she could imagine." "Wow, one wish. Anything you could dream of," marveled George. "So, what did she wish for?" He had stopped eating and sat on the edge of his seat as he listened to Dawn's tale. Dawn reached for his hand and held it tightly. She gazed lovingly deep down into him. "She wished, that no matter what my fate may be, that I be happy, blessed, and most of all, that I be truly loved, for as long as I live." George was taken aback. "Out of all the things she could have wished for, all the money and power, eternal life even, and she used her one wish on you?" Dawn nodded. "That's... that's awesome," he said quietly. "When the Major Genie heard my mother's wish, he granted it with pleasure. He told my mother that I was going away for a while, but that I would return one day when someone who would be capable of giving me that life emerged. They would be courageous, cunning, kind, loyal, just, adventurous, and would show me a perfect love. Just like the love I would give them in return. As she turned me over to the Genie, she sang to me one last time. Inspired, the Genie made sure that the one who would someday open my vessel would know that song. That I would not appear until the song was played again on my mother's tar." "And you think, that I'm that person?" She nodded. George didn't know what to say. While he was impressed with Dawn's story, and her mother's wish, he had trouble believing that he was the one who could meet the conditions of Dawn's vessel. He must have stayed quiet for too long because Dawn interrupted his funk. "George, what are you thinking?" "I was just thinking that your vessel made a mistake." Appalled, she asked, "Why would you say that, George?" "Well, I mean, sure I know the song, but I'm not anyone special. I'm just, just..." "Just George." "Yeah." "And if you were any other way, the vessel would not have opened for you. A wish is a wish, as long as the proper conditions are met and it is worded carefully, the effects are unlimited and absolute." "I still think the vessel is a bit premature. I mean, I've never been particularly courageous or adventurous." "I do not believe you give yourself enough credit. You may not show all of those qualities now, but you will. Otherwise, you would never have known the song needed to open the vessel." George sighed, "You may not believe this Dawn, but I'm kind of a loser. I wasn't on the honor roll, I wasn't captain of the football team, I've never left the country, I've never had a girlfriend. Hell, I've only had one friend in my entire life." "All those things may be true, but that doesn't make you a loser. Timid, maybe. Unlucky, more likely. But please do not call yourself a loser." "Yeah, well, you're biased." She laughed. "You got me there." George still wasn't convinced, but decided to drop the subject. He didn't like talking about his qualities or his shortcomings. "So, what happened to your mother?" "I do not know for sure. The Genie did not impart to me any more knowledge of my family. Nor do I know anything about the sorcerer. But, I like to believe that my mother led a long and happy life. Maybe her descendants still live on somewhere." She stared off into the distance and wore a faraway look. "Do you miss her?" asked George. "Not really, I did not know her for longer than a few hours. But she seemed to be a good person, and I am thankful that she loved me enough to want to save me. I think I would have liked to have known her. But I am with you now, the one who would make my mother's wish come true. I have no regrets." George thought that he should say something that would console her. But she didn't seem to be upset at all. The memory of her long dead parent wasn't some weight that held her down like it did George. It made him remember his father, and curse his own weakness. "So, that instrument, it's called a tar?" "Yes, a Persian tar to be more precise. It is a precursor to your modern guitar actually." "Lucky for me it plays almost the same way. So you were inside that thing for..." George did some figuring in his head, "over two thousand years?" "Yes. But the passage of time is not felt inside the vessel. Nor did I have any knowledge of the outside world. It is difficult to explain." "So, you only know what the Major Genie wanted you to know?" "Almost. I also have a basic understanding of the world, as told through your experience. Once you opened the vessel, certain types of knowledge where imparted to me. For instance: language, customs, technology, mathematics, and history. Of course, there are still a few blank spots. Slang, for starters." George laughed, "That's gonna be fun. So, why did this genie make you into a genie servant? I mean, why didn't he just make you healthy, so you could live with your mother?" Dawn stopped eating to think. "That's a good question. Genies can be prone to doing things on a whim just like humans can be. And their whims tend to have more of an impact on the world. However, in this case, I am not so sure it was just a whim." "What do you mean?" "It is...difficult to explain. I have this feeling that you were chosen for more than just fulfilling my mother's wish. As wonderful as you are, I am sure that another could have come before you. Perhaps the major genie required that I be in this time. I wonder..." George wondered along with her. "Maybe... maybe something happened to your vessel, and it was lost." "That is a very remote possibility. The magic of the vessel is extremely powerful, if limited in it's scope." She wondered for a bit longer, but eventually gave up with a shrug. "It is probably nothing. If it was truly important, my creator would given me the knowledge." "Alright, so you were in the vessel for two thousand some-odd years, and then I released you?" "Exactly," Dawn said as she chewed, "when you played the tune, you released my essence, my incorporeal form, which is raw potential at that point. I had no thoughts or senses, only the need to find a Master. Part of the magic of the Genie's vessel is to facilitate a Genie's intended owner in actually receiving the Genie's essence. This mostly means that you needed to be alone and safe. Once I was free, I took on the physical and mental characteristics that would make me you're ideal partner." "My perfect woman huh?" said George. "Well, I would not presume so much as to say I am perfect. But as far as you are concerned, I am nothing more or less than exactly what you need at any given moment." "So that's what you mean when you say you are created to my specifications?" "Yes," she said simply. "But I didn't even know what my ideal match would be until I met you." Dawn leaned over and kissed him quickly, "Then you are pleased?" The meaning of what he had just said struck him. "Dawn, so far I couldn't be more pleased." She flashed a delightful smile as she giggled nervously. "Thank you very much George. But you are right, because your experience with love had not gone beyond longing, I was forced to dig deeper into your desires then is normal. Most of what I am has come from your subconscious. And I had to fill in the gaps when there was something that had never even occurred to you on any level. It is possible that there may be a few things about me that you are initially put off by. But as we spend more time together I will learn more about what you want and need, and you can always make a wish if you prefer that I act differently." "Let's not do that. That seems pretty unfair to you. Everyone deserves the right make a few mistakes." Dawn didn't say anything. She took a few more bites of her food and George could see that she was having trouble keeping her smile in check. Eventually, Dawn asked, "George, if you don't mind me asking, how did you come upon my vessel?" George ate his food as he spoke. "I found it at my work. I was cleaning up so I could go home for the day when I found this weird looking guitar sitting right out in the open. I figured somebody left it behind on accident, so I was going to bring it with me on Monday to try and give it back. Fat chance of that happening now." "You could if you wanted to," she added, "I am not tied to the vessel anymore now that I am bonded to you. So someone else having the tar would make little difference." "Well that's good to know," he chortled. "But what I meant was, I'm not going to give you up to whoever owned the thing before, even if they were some Major Genie." She smiled happily, "Thanks, Hotstuff!" George rolled his eyes again. "But seriously, George, you do not know how happy it makes me to hear you say that. You really do not know what it means to have control of a genie servant, do you?" "I guess not. If I'm doing something wrong you'll correct me right?" "That is what I am talking about George. Do you not see? You cannot do wrong by me. Whatever you think is correct is what is correct. My affection for you will never change no matter how you treat me," she sounded a bit exasperated. "I understand what you're saying, but if I can't do anything to upset you or hurt you, can I really do anything to make you happy? I mean... I'm trying to say... is what you and I feeling real if it can't be contested?" She thought for a moment before answering, "I am afraid I cannot speak for you George. As for me, I know how I feel, and it feels real. That is all I need. And there is no other way that I can be, so we might as well accept that I will always feel this way." She moved closer to him and looked up at him with her gorgeous eyes, "Is that not comforting? Is that not what true love is?" George looked away feeling embarrassed. "I'm sorry Dawn, I'm just not used to this type of thing being so easy. You were right when you said that I haven't had much luck with women." "There is no need to be sorry. I am not your typical woman in any case. And besides, I know what you really mean. I feel similar. I was not prepared to find out that my Master would treat me so well. If you like, I can give you some advice." "Yeah, please do." "Thank you. I have not known you long, but I can tell what kind of person you are. If it is your desire to make me happy, just as it is mine to make you happy, then you are doing a very good job. You should do what you think is right by you. And if that means making me feel like the luckiest girl on earth," she placed the back of her hand on her forehead in an exaggerated woe-is- me pose, "then I am prepared to bear that burden." George couldn't help but laugh. "And George, remember that we've known each other less then 24 hours. Many of these questions will be sorted out in time." She smiled and finished eating her food. "This was really great by the way. Thank you very much for lunch." She hugged him again. "You helped. What do you think you want to do for dinner?" "I do not know," she thought out loud, "There is so much I have not even tasted." "I think I might have an idea. My Mom has an account with a local sandwich shop that delivers. She often gets food for me and my sisters from there and charges her account. I know the owner, he won't mind if I use the account too. Does that sound good?" "That sounds great! Do they have any fruit?" asked Dawn excitedly. "Yeah, they actually make really great smoothies there. I bet they even have one with apples, oranges, and grapes. Sans peels and cores of course." "Ooh, you said that with great significance," she said. She smiled wryly as she pointed a finger at him. "I'm just saying," laughed George, "Okay, I'll go order for us." He called the sandwich shop and ordered four different kinds of sandwiches, two large soups, a smoothie for each of them, and some bread for dipping. He wanted to have a large enough spread so that she could try lots of different things. He thought about how strange it was to enjoy himself so much. Even mundane actions like eating seemed like an adventure around her. Everything felt new and exciting. He hadn't felt so alive since he was a child. George returned to the kitchen to find Dawn still sitting in her chair. Something was different about her though. She was facing him, her perfectly shaped thighs clamped together. Her back arched, and she thrust her breasts forward. George could see a bit more cleavage peaking through the top of her over-sized dress shirt. She held on to the bottom of her chair with her arms rigid at her sides. She looked at him innocently and seductively. "George, I am still hungry," she purred. "Oh, uh, I think there is still a few grapes around here somewhere." "Hmm, I was thinking more along the lines of something meaty." "Oh?" "Yes, something nice and long that I can taste for a while. Something that I could wrap my lips around and feel sliding over my tongue. Something warm and hard, with a gooey center. Do you have anything like that for me?" George gulped and stepped towards her. Her innuendo was so thick that even he could picked up on it. He was still nervous, but his cock became hard almost instantly. "Oh, it looks like you just might. Do you think I could have a little taste? Just a little? Please?" She licked her lips lightly. George was so suddenly horny that he wanted to just rip her clothes off and take her over the kitchen table. He thought she looked so cute and sexy. But he restrained himself. He wanted to see where this encounter was going. "Well," he said, "I suppose. But only because you asked so nicely." He strode forward until he was standing over her thighs and pulled his pants down just enough to let his cock out. It pointed directly at her pretty face. She beamed at him. "Thank you, George. If I behave myself do you think I could have another little taste later?" "We'll see, you show me how much of a good girl you can be and I'll consider it." "For you George, I can be the best girl." She leaned forward and wrapped her succulent lips around the head of his cock. She wasted no time and slid all the way down his shaft suck

ing and slurping obscenely as she whetted his length. Like the blowjob she had given him the previous night, she didn't use her hands. Her arms remained rigid as she gripped the bottom of her chair. But unlike the first, this was much more messy and vigorous. "Mmph, Mmph, umph," were the sounds she made in her cute, breathy, muffled voice. She bobbed up and down quickly and sloppily. Drops of saliva and precum mixed together before dripping down on the front of her shirt, then down into her cleavage. "Ugh, hey Dawn, you are going to ruin my shirt like that." "Mm thowy Horthe," was all she could manage with his big cock down her throat. Without moving her hands, the buttons of her shirt unfastened themselves one by one until her beautiful tits were exposed. George reached down and ran his large fingers through her hair and held it back so he could watch his cock slide all the way in, and then all the way out again as her tits bounced wildly. The visual was quickly pushing him over the edge and he grunted in ecstasy. She must have known how close he was, because she slowed down and held just the head in her mouth until he came back down. Then she returned to her exuberant blowjob. George desperately tried to think of ways to prolong the experience. Suddenly he had an idea. Why not ask her about her abilities now? It would help get his mind thinking about other things at least. "So, uh... as my Genie, oh... what kind of things can you, whoa crap... do?" he managed as she bobbed up and down. She swallowed all of him and held there for a moment which elicited a gasp from George. Then she pulled out slowly and started licking his shaft top to bottom. "My... slurp... primary... mmph... abilities are for... umph... giving you any physical..." she took him all the way in again and he could feel her tongue swirl around him. She pulled out again and continued, "... or mental pleasure." "Ugh... I got that part. What else..." Dawn kept up her messy tongue bath as she continued, "I can change your... slurp... appearance as well as my own... slurp... to anything you like. Mmph..." she moaned as she took his head and swirled her tongue around it again. "I can also... slurp... facilitate sex with any other person... mmph... that you desire." "Okay... ugh... can I wish that you feel what I'm feeling right now?" Her eyes went wide, "Mmm-hmm." "Do it. Holy shit!" Suddenly, Dawn started to squirm and quiver as she worked his cock harder and faster. She moaned loudly and uncontrollably as she could feel what it felt like to give herself a blowjob. George realized this might not have been such a good idea because now nobody was in control to bring them down. He thought quickly. "Wait wait, tell me what else you can do! Neither of us can cum until you tell me everything!" He said this just in time because he could feel himself about to blow. Now they were both trapped just before the point of no return. The pleasure was intense and made George's head foggy. Dawn groaned in frustration as she sucked him hard in a vane attempt to get herself off. Finally, she pulled away and went back to licking him. "I can... mmph... create fictional scenarios... mmph... without limit. I can read... slurp... minds, I have... mmph... abilities for blending in to my... hmmm... environment. Mmph... I could suck your big beautiful cock forever!" She lost control of herself for a moment. She was panting and sweating, and she screamed with George's cock in her mouth. Her eye's watered. When she regained some semblance of control over herself she continued. "I can slow down time... hmmm... I can protect you from harm... slurp... I can keep you young until we die! I can do anything! Just let me feel you cum down my throat! Please!" The two finally exploded as their climax overtook them. George pulled her head all the way down his cock and held her there. Dawn, with her arms still rigid at her sides, cried out in muffled pleasure. Long ropes of his cum drained into her and she gulped it down gladly. George could see her tummy contract and shake as her own orgasm crashed through her. As his cock softened George, backed away slowly. Inch after inch of his cock slid out of her warm wet mouth. The head popped free and Dawn gasped for breath. "Wow," she breathed, "I am really good." They both laughed as they tried to catch their breath. George said, "Let's keep that wish going from now on. Whenever you make me feel any sort of pleasure, you feel it too. Will that work?" He felt the tingling again. "Yes George, and thank you for that. I really loved giving you blowjobs before. But now I think I am really REALLY going to love it!" The magical wash cloth appeared once more and she cleaned both of them slowly and deliberately. She gave his flaccid cock a sweet little kiss before putting it away. "Bye bye hotstuff Jr, I will see you soon," she said in a sing-song voice. He laughed again, he had never laughed so much in one day. "Where did that come from? I mean, I'm not complaining at all, it was incredible, but I didn't even wish for that." "You are not the only one who desires, George. I wanted to thank you properly for being such a kind and generous Master. And I realized it had been almost an hour since I had your cock in me, so I decided to show a little initiative. Part of my makeup suggests that you would like your woman to show some initiative from time to time." George knelt down between her sexy legs and rested his hands on her thighs. He leaned in and kissed her flat stomach. "That's true, but you didn't have to give me a blowjob to thank me." "Oh but I wanted to George! I really love sucking your cock! If you would let me, I would be fucking your brains out all day long! Oh, sorry, I got a little carried away. Please excuse my vulgarity." George reached up and massaged her tits. Dawn moaned in response. "You know, you try to look innocent, but you are really a dirty girl." "I am sorry George. I just cannot help it. I want to be good, really. But when you touch me like that you make me so wet." Her shirt had fallen almost completely off and it hung uselessly around her elbows while she ran her fingers through George's hair. "Wow, you are really sensitive there huh?" he said as he pinched her nipples. "Uh-huh," she moaned. "I will admit that I was surprised to see how large my breasts were when I first materialized. But I like them, and I really like the way you like them." Dawn leaned her head back and moaned as George took one in his mouth. "Oh George, please fuck me again! You are driving me wild!" "I'll do you one better. I wish to, how did you put it, fuck your brains out?" Her eyes flashed gold and the tingle returned. She gasped and began to tremble. "Oh yes George! Take me to paradise with your big thick cock!" He became hard instantly. Even though he had just cum he felt totally rejuvenated. George reached underneath her legs and picked her up off of her chair. He then wiped the dishes off the kitchen table in one swoop of his arm, letting them crash to the floor. He laid Dawn on top of it and ripped her boxer shorts off. He was on fire. He couldn't even think. Suddenly, something in him began to guide his movements. First, it showed him the precise angle from which to enter her from. Then, it told him what to do with his hands as he caressed her big tits. Finally, it revealed what his lips were for, and he kissed her passionately before moving down to suck on her nipples. Dawn cried out again and again as she could feel the pleasure she was giving George as well as her own. The invisible guide controlled George like it was training him how to make love to Dawn. Everything it showed him was exactly what he needed to do to bring Dawn closer to a climax. And climax she did. She screamed as her whole body quaked with the waves of her orgasm. George felt her pussy contract and moisten even further. But George wasn't done. The guide told him to flip her over and take her from behind. He obeyed unconsciously, his only thoughts where of admiration for Dawn's incredible body, and the sweet wordless moans and screams she made. He reached forward and took hold of her silky golden brown hair, gripping it tightly. Dawn could do nothing but brace herself as George held her off the floor and ground his cock into her, stimulating every part of her exactly as she needed it. His hands held on to her hips and ass, and massaged her as she came again, this time even harder than the first. Dawn looked back at George with a delirious look and tried to string some sort of sentence together. But all she could muster were the beginnings of a few words that didn't make sense to George. A few tears had escaped her beautiful lust filled eyes. But George was still not finished. He was close to his own orgasm and the invisible guide prodded him toward one last position. George picked her up carefully and brought her over to the living room couch. He laid down face up and held her so that she was facing away from him. He then lifted her up and lowered her on to his pole. Dawn's breathing was erratic and quick. She gasped and wailed as he forced her up and down his shaft. Adrenalin fueled his muscles as he gripped her by the hips and worked the proper angles as he was guided. He could feel the pressure in the pit of his stomach, and he knew he was going to cum soon. He suddenly had the urge to say something to her to push her over the final barrier. He sat up and whispered through her feathered hair, "Master has you." Her body went rigid and she let out a broken lust filled scream. Her spasming pussy pushing him over the edge, and he exploded within her. Dawn rode out the intense pleasure. When it was over, her body went limp. Her arms fell uselessly to her sides. Her head fell back against his shoulder. All of her primal moans ceased. She had passed out. George laid on the couch with Dawn lying on top of him for a few minutes as he caught his breath. He was tired and sore, relieved and content. As his senses gradually returned to him he began to realize that Dawn was still not moving. "Dawn? Dawn!" She did not stir. George was now starting to get very worried. He slid out from under her and knelt beside the couch. He could see that she was still breathing. He checked her pulse and her heart beat seemed fine. He shook her a bit and called her name again. Nothing. "Oh no," he thought, "I've fucked her into a coma." George began to panic. He thought that maybe he should call a doctor. But what would he tell them? "Well you see, I was fucking her brains out when she lost consciousness. You think there is a connection?" He racked his brain trying to think of something that could help. Then he remembered, "What about a wish? Did she have to be awake to grant them?" "I wish for Dawn to be safe, healthy, clean, and comfortable," he declared. Dawn was suddenly clothed in a comfy looking set of light blue cotton pajamas. The top was a tank top with the belly cut out of it and the bottoms hugged her curves lightly. A pillow appeared beneath her head. She breathed softly and evenly. Her body was no longer sweaty and flushed; it was clean and relaxed, just as he wished. George let out and audible sigh of relief. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Delivery from Walt's Wiches," came a girl's voice. George recognized it as Lindsey, the sandwich shop owner's daughter. George had gone to high school with her. She had been the closest thing that he ever had to a girlfriend prior to Dawn. George quickly fixed his disheveled clothing and composed himself as best he could before striding to the front door. "Hey George," said Lindsey happily, "I've got your order. How have you been? You look good." Lindsey had always had the habit of talking very quickly whenever she was around him. George never had a clue why. He had always liked her, as she had been one of the few people who ever stood up for him in high school. But she was always a nerd herself and her voice never had much clout, no matter how right she always was. However, George was shocked when he caught site of her. She had always been cute in that nerdy girl sort of way, but she looked downright sexy as she stood in the doorway. She had long deep red hair which she always wore up in a pony tail. Her freckly face was devoid of glasses and George caught site of her pretty green eyes for the first time. He had never remembered her for her figure, but the skin tight jean shorts and small bright yellow polo shirt brought them into full focus. Her legs look toned and tan. Apparently, George had stared too long because Lindsey quietly let loose an, "Ahem." "Oh right! Sorry. You look... good... too Lindsey," stammered George. She giggled, "You always were a charmer. Mind if I come in?" She pushed her way past George and set the bag full of food on the kitchen table. She looked around in bewilderment at the level of devastation. The Kitchen walls were covered in fruit guts, the contents of the pantry were partially sprawled out over the floor, and several dishes were smashed. "Jesus, what happened in here?" "I uh, was making lunch and uh..." "Yeah I see that," she interjected, "maybe you should leave the lunches to us, ey?" George had always been unsure of how to handle Lindsey's prickly demeanor. Though she was always nice to him she was also headstrong and intimidating. "Yeah, suppose so." The two stood in the kitchen for an uncomfortable moment before Lindsey began again. "So... what have you been up too? It's been over a year since I saw you last. Did you get into any colleges?" "No," he said meekly, "I tried community college for a semester but as it turns out, a lot of people from our high school go there too, They didn't make it easy on me." She looked pissed, "You know that really bites, I never understood why they laid into you so much." George shrugged, "Easy target I guess." "What about a university? Your grades were good enough to get into State." "I thought about it," said George, "But I couldn't leave my mom. She's had a hard time ever since... well, you know." "Yeah I know," she said dejectedly. "But what about you, how are you liking State?" "Oh I love it. I'm like a whole new woman. I joined a sorority, and things are never dull." That explained the new look. "That's cool. So are you home for the summer?" "Yep," she said happily, "I'm earning a little money at dad's shop so that I won't have to work so hard during the school year. He really needs the help anyway. What about you? You work?" "Uh yeah, I teach kids how to swim down at the wellness center." "Oh wow! I can definitely picture you doing that. You've always been good with kids. But things are good?" "Well, things have been pretty much the same." She cringed, "That bad huh?" "Yeah, but lately things have been looking up." "Well, that's good at least. I really missed you George." She looked at him bashfully for a moment, "We uh, we should hang out sometime, before I have to go back. We can catch up." "Uh yeah! Definitely... need to do that." "Always the charmer." She laughed. "Well, I'd better get going. The shop doesn't really get anything done unless I'm there." She started to walk back towards the door, but stopped when she noticed Dawn sleeping soundly on the couch. "Oh, what's with sleeping beauty?" George suddenly felt like this might not end well, "Oh, um, that's Dawn, my girlfriend." She looked at him in shock. "YOU have a GIRLFRIEND?" she dragged out. "Yeah, I mean I think so." "Uh-huh, and where did you find her? She's... hot," admitted Lindsey reluctantly. George thought about telling her about how she sprung forth from a two millennia old Persian tar to grant him all his sexual wishes, but thought better of it. "Actually, she sort of, found me." "Oh, well... that's great! Good for you George," she said unconvincingly. "Well, I'll um... call you." "Yeah, definitely." "Um... bye," she said. She moved for the door rapidly and let herself out. George couldn't help but feel relieved. Normally he would have been glad to see Lindsey, but he was too focused on Dawn to really give her the attention she deserved. He looked over to where Dawn was sleeping with the hope that she would be awake. But she lay there blissfully. He decided that he would let her rest when he noticed the mess Lindsey had pointed out to him. He wandered around the kitchen and cleaned up as best he could while Dawn slept. After a short while however, George became very lonely again. He kept shooting glances at the couch hoping to see Dawn stir, but she didn't. With his heart definitely not in to the cleaning, he walked back over to Dawn and sat on the floor next the couch. He could see a small contented smile around the edges of her mouth. George desperately wanted to kiss her or touch her or talk to her, anything to stop him from thinking about how lonely he was without her. Eventually, he settled on stoking her pretty hair. As his large hand caressed her, he thought about all that had happened in the past few hours. She had come into his life so swiftly that he could scarcely believe that she was real. But he had too. The alternative was just too painful. It made his insides ache just to think about it. "Dawn," he said softly, "I don't know if you can hear me or not. I guess it doesn't matter. I just really need to say this. I think that if I don't do it now I may never have the nerve to again." He breathed heavily as he continued, "I made a mistake when I was young, and I've been paying for it ever since. There was someone that I loved very much, who loved me very much, who I took for granted. It was my dad. I assumed that he would always be there, that no matter what happened I'd be okay with him around. But he died. I've never been able to feel that way about anyone ever since." He swallowed hard, "I was too afraid of losing it. That's why I don't have many friends. At times its been really hard to carry on. I thought about ending it once or twice. But ever since you came around with your sweet voice, and your pretty hair, and your hot body... and your eyes, I can feel those barriers I put up falling away. And I feel myself needing you more and more with each passing moment. I don't know if you know this, but I almost cried this morning when you weren't there. God that's so pathetic, but it's true. And then I heard you singing and I wanted to run away, because I thought that if you were real then it couldn't last, I would lose you. But I'm tired of running. I'm going to make a promise to you, and to myself. I promise to never take you, or your abilities, or any part of you for granted. I promise that I won't push you away. In fact, let's make it a wish. I wish to never take you for granted. I wish for every day with you to be at least as amazing as this one." He had begun to cry and hastily wiped his eyes on his shirt. "At the very least, I want to thank you for making my life worth living again. You came at a time when what I needed most was for someone to take a chance on me. You saved me. I'll never forget that." Just then George heard a sniffle come from Dawn. She opened her eyes slowly. A torrent of tears winded their way down her cheeks. "Sorry, I was listening," she said softly. George held her hand and continued to stroke her hair. "For how long?" he asked. "Ever since you called me your girlfriend," her voiced cracked heavily. "Is that okay with you? I mean, if it's not I understand I just..." "Stop it," she said quickly, "I am yours. In whatever way you want, I am yours." He merely nodded. "You do not believe me?" "It's not that. I..." he tried desperately to get the words out, but Dawn's heavenly gaze brought him closer to a place he had been afraid to go for so long. "I don't know..." he whispered. Dawn raised herself off the couch so that she was at eye level with him. She looked deep into his eyes, and was about to say something when George stopped her. "Don't..." he interrupted. "I am sorry. You are my Master, and your wish is my command. But you need to hear this, as much as I need to say it. Please, do not stop me." He couldn't fight it anymore. He couldn't even speak. All of his past guilt and self-loathing was silenced for a moment. For the first time, George wanted someone to love him. All he could do was hang his head and wait. Dawn made him look at her by pulling his chin forward with a gentle nudge from her delicate fingers. She then held his hands tightly and gave him a look that he could swear was familiar. It was gentle and fearless. It was forgiving and shameless. It was everything she was in its purest form. It was absolute heaven. "I do not care if you believe me or not. I do not care if you have earned it or not. I love you. I always will. And someday, you will realize how much." George didn't know what to do. Part of him wanted to run. Part of him didn't want to believe it. But one overwhelming part of him began to hope, and it took him over. Finally, after years of feeling fearful, and lonely, and broken, he was whole. He wasn't completely fixed, but the missing pieces were finally there. He could see his whole life laid out before him as one long string of glorious experiences with Dawn by his side. His thoughts broke him down, and his veneer of cold self-sufficiency melted away. All that was left was the belief that he was loved. He cried. He cried harder then he ever had before. Dawn pulled him close, kissed his forehead, and held him tightly. They stayed that way for a long time.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, helium Text: Gavin knew he shouldn't complain. With the economy in its current state, he was lucky to be able to find a summer job, and it wasn't unusual for parents to require their kids to work as a condition of car and party privileges. He just wished he could have found something in the IT field, as opposed to making balloon animals for snot-nosed kids. The pay was lousy, the costume and makeup were hot and heavy, the locker room smelled terrible, and every popped balloon meant a crying child and an irate parent yelling in his face. Worst of all, the work was just dull and unchallenging. Nothing interesting ever happened. Well, almost nothing. To his left he spotted a pretty young woman with long blonde hair approaching with toddler in tow. Her tight white shirt nicely presented her pert breasts, and her blue jeans clung tightly to her lithe, shapely legs. Since their was no formal "line" as such, she just stood to his left and waited her turn. She turned around and squatted down to wipe a spot off her young son's overalls. Bending at the hips pulled the back of her waistband away from her body, and Gavin found conclusive proof that she wasn't wearing panties. "Ya mind making my kid a rabbit, buddy?" Gavin snapped to attention and reflexively pulled out a balloon from his hip pouch. From his early childhood, he vaguely remembered carnival clowns struggling with squeaky valves on helium tanks and then trying to fit a tiny, floppy long balloon on a furiously hissing nozzle, every time a request came in. This tank, on the other hand, was state-of-the-art. There was no valve on the tank itself. Instead, the hose ended in a black silicone nozzle about two inches long, with a bulge at the base. After sliding on the balloon, he held it in place with his right thumb and forefinger while simultaneously applying pressure to the squeeze bulb. When the balloon was filled, he gave the hose a tug with his left hand, and the slick nozzle squirted out of the balloon's mouth, while his right thumb and finger sealed the opening so he could tie it. The only minor inconvenience was that since he needed both hands to tie and shape the balloon, he had to retrieve the hose from the side of the tank after every request. Otherwise, his job couldn't have been easier -- or more boring. He was eager to get another eyeful of the woman, so he squeezed the nozzle a little too hard, overfilling the balloon, and the excess pressure ejected the nozzle from between his fingers. Kendra was tending to her son's clothes when she felt something fall down the back of her jeans. Startled, she stood up, and immediately experienced the strangest sensation she had ever felt. A feeling of pressure, like gas but more insistent, bloomed through her abdomen. As she tried to comprehend what was happening to her, she also became aware that her snug jeans had somehow become positively skin-tight around the hips. She still felt something down the back of her pants, and her questing hands found a hose... like the one that teenage clown had been using. Quickly putting two and two together, she grabbed it with both hands and yanked upward. It didn't even budge. Although the nozzle itself was slippery, she had taken in several inches of the hose, and her ballooned buttocks held the textured-plastic surface in an iron grip, squeezing the squeeze bulb harder than it had ever been before. Frantic now, Kendra focused her attention on the front of her jeans and tried to open her fly. Unfortunately, her waist and crotch had also expanded from the pressure, and her jeans closed with a hook, not a button. Every second took her further from being able to exert the necessary pressure to pull open her pants. Gavin was struggling to shape the overfilled balloon without popping it and getting chewed out by yet another irate customer. Finally, he decided to just toss it and fill another one properly. He blindly reached back to where he had been accustomed to find the hose, and felt only the side of the helium tank. Looking behind him, he noticed several things at once. First, the woman who had been tending to her son's clothes was now struggling with her own. Second, her lower body had expanded from shapely to downright voluptuous, with rounded hips, substantial thighs, and a bubble butt, and her jeans had drawn in to hug every curve. Finally, the hose to the helium tank had lodged down the back of her pants. Gavin quickly ran over and yanked on the hose. This got Kendra's attention. "Turn off the valve!", she yelled. "There is no valve!", Gavin replied. Desperately, he grabbed the hose in both hands and kinked it, trying to cut off the flow of gas. This worked for about half a second before the built-up pressure forced the hose out of his hands. Kendra suddenly became aware of a new development. A sudden tugging sensation on her shoulders prompted her to glance downward and notice that the expansion had found another outlet. "Oh, no!" Quickly, she reached back under her shirt, but it was too late -- her expanding breasts had locked the hooks in place. She hoped that her bra would at least give out quickly, but it was not to be; her sizable and sensitive breasts required a lot of support, and the double-reinforced full-coverage brasserie she had chosen could probably have stood up to a couple of bowling balls. She grunted in distress as the tenacious garment dug into her back and sides. Gavin thought better of trying to undo the girl's jeans, and decided to have another go at extracting the hose. Gripping it firmly in both hands, he pulled upwards with all his might. What happened next surprised both of them. Instead of budging the hose, which was locked tighter than ever, Gavin actually lifted Kendra off the ground. He knew that despite all his efforts at the gym, he was nowhere near strong enough to lift a grown woman. He also realized that he had precious little time to end this situation gracefully. Although, now that he could handle this woman, there was a new option available to him. Running around to Kendra's front, he grabbed her by her ankles and pulled backwards. "Wh-what are you...", she protested, but Gavin pulled until the hose was taut, and then kept pulling. As he pulled, he took stock of Kendra's condition. Her crotch pressed at the front of her jeans, and her thighs had bulged to the point that, despite being spread, they touched for several inches. Her basketball-sized bosom was still locked in a death struggle with a bra that showed no signs of giving up. With one more mighty tug, Kendra's rear released its grip on the hose. Startled by the suddenness, Gavin stumbled backwards, arms flailing, and landing on his back knocked the wind out of him, causing him to release Kendra's feet. She tumbled upwards, flipping end over end, for a moment, but air resistance brought her to a stop about fifteen feet above the ground, and her body righted itself. For a few agonizing seconds, she hovered in place. Then, ever so slowly, she began to rise. "HHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPP MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!", she screamed, drifting away, already beyond reach, still fumbling with her jeans. Gavin was fired the next morning. His questions about the woman's fate were met with hard, cold glares from his supervisors, and he was advised not to make inquiries or speak to the media if he ever wanted a job in the county again. Fortunately, the economy had taken an upturn while he was wasting his summer making balloon giraffes, and he found he had several opportunities to pick from, including a cushy tech-support job paying $20 an hour. His parents were therefore rather surprised when he turned them down, instead taking a job at a gas station filling tires for full-service customers. When they asked, he explained that working for minimum wage had "expanded his horizons" and given him a new, higher view on the world.

Title: Before, During, and After Tags: oral, small tits, romance *Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style. 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 characters active are of the age of consent.* **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.** I don't consider myself a writer or author, I'm a storyteller. So please take that into consideration when you read it, it should be read like someone is telling you the story. I am not now, or never have been, an English major. So synonyms may be wrong, and the grammar may not be correct, but it is like people really talk. I've never talked to someone that had perfect grammar. I write for my enjoyment and for the people that like it. If you don't like how and what I write, oh well. Don't read it. My feelings won't be hurt. For those of you that do like what I've posted so far, thank you and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. *Copyright (c) 2019 by Acup* The disclaimers have been moved to the end of the story for my A D D readers. { Storytellers note: This story has been languishing in the files for a while, it just seemed incomplete to me. BUT, my editor tells me it's ready for publication, so here it goes. } \--- **Before -- Part 1** SENIORS RULE!! Two more months to graduation and Donald Mason is set loose on the world! I can hear my grandfather snickering and smiling... Seriously, I'm practically counting down the days until I'm outta here. Growing up in the foot hills of North West Arkansas is for the birds. Everybody knows everybody, don't even THINK about trying to sneak a beer somewhere, your mom will know before you can start your truck to get out of the parking lot! But tonight we're going to PARTY! Matt's brother will be out at the pasture with a cooler full of beer. It will be our unofficial summer kickoff, and Patty is coming with me. Now Patty and I have been friends since grade school, and somewhere around the ninth grade we kinda became more. Neither one of us had a date for homecoming, so we went with each other. Now I'm just a typical country boy, five foot six, one hundred seventy pounds of hay bale throwing muscle, but not a football guy so I'm not with the 'in' crowd. Patty is a bit on the small side. Without her shoes she's five foot one and one half inches tall and one hundred seven and one half pounds. Evidentially the halves are important. Patty is never seen out in anything less than a three inch heel of some sort and a PADDED bra. You see, besides being short, Patty is also a bit *challenged* in the chest department. Without her bra on she looks like someone is trying to push shovel handles through from the back side. Small concave mounds that stand out about two or three inches with soft puffy nipples. The second time I got past her bra I made like I was going to measure them... she wouldn't speak to me for three months... sheeesh! Now for as small as her chest is, it is wired straight to her ON switch. Kissing and nibbling on her lips and neck would warm her up a little... very little, and she only responded a little more when I squeezed her butt. However...if I could get a hand on her chest she paused and got into kissing a lot more. Get a hand under her shirt and she would start moaning and squirming. But get a hand, or even a finger, under her bra on skin normally covered and she was moaning and squirming. Holding her hand on mine to keep it there. I also found that if I nibbled on her ear at the same time she was squirming and grinding, if I kept it up she would pull away and practically rip my jeans open to get at my cock. And man that girl could suck cock! Up and down, fist and mouth, working my cock like a master, almost like she was addicted to sucking cock, and NOTHING was going to stop her until I blasted down her throat. Putting my hand on the back of her head just spurned her on. "Come on Donny," suck and slurp, twist and lick. "Give it to me, you know you want to cum in my mouth," twist and suck, jam me against the back of her mouth. Mmmmmmm Mmmmmmmm she hummed around me. "COMMMIIINNNGGGGG!" I grabbed the back of her head and held her there, pumping what I had into her waiting mouth. Now before you ladies go screaming at me, there was a reason for holding her head down on me... ... and a reason to have an old mattress in the back of my Jeep. "Get your ass back there Mister." Patty was hobbling out the door and around to the back of my Jeep, kicking her boots off and pealing her jeans and panties down as she hopped over the tailgate. Patty lay back on the mattress, spread those short legs and grinned, "EAT!" Now Patty might have been short and 'titless' as she said it, but she had the SWEETEST pussy I had ever had the pleasure to lick. Not that I had all that many opportunities mind you, only a few, um, it was only when Patty was pissed at me, really... Mmmmm, listening to her hiss as I take my first taste of her sweet pussy. Running my tongue up between her lips as I spread her a little more, breaking the seal on her treasure. Her glistening pussy shining in the setting sun, licking and nibbling, pure nirvana as her juices coated my tongue. I was thoroughly enjoying my work, listening to Patty's breath become a bit more ragged. "Donnnnny!" "Hmmm?" looking up from my meal at her clenched teeth, death grip on her own chest. Patty glared back at me, that oh so familiar glare, "You know what!" I tipped my head back down and took another lick at her spread pussy, almost touching her clit, "You want me to lick a little higher?" licking the underside of her clit before lifting my head again. "FFFFuuuuuu..." she glared back down at me, "you damn well know so." "You know what I want." and went back to concentrating on her pussy, staying well away from her clit but thoroughly enjoying myself, and from her whimpering it wasn't exactly unpleasant for Patty, just not quite what she was after. She made a noise and I looked up, keeping my tongue between her lips. Patty began unbuttoning her top, and when she opened it I moved up close to her clit and began teasing her lips with my spare hand. As she reached for the clasp between the cups I nudged her pussy with my fingers. Patty separated the cups to reveal those soft puffy tipped tits and I moved up to her clit and slid my fingers in while watching the sheer delight on her face, her eyes roll in her head as she got a twisting death grip on the little nipples that had appeared on the tips of those puffy nipples, just barely bigger than a decent pencil eraser, but evidentially enough to get a grip on. Feeling Patty move under me as I slid my fingers in to her G-spot, barely able to reach it, but when I did her pussy began to tremble. A little more sucking and nibbling on her clit with a few well timed nips and Patty was returning the favor, releasing her juices to my waiting mouth. Sliding down from her clit and pulling my finger from her to support her butt and hold her pussy to my face as I did my best to get every drop from her. I slid up beside her, cupping those now bare tits, feeling her nipple attempt to harden again but not really getting there. I was caressing the underside, listening to Patty sigh, then she brought her hands up to cover them, realizing there were bare for me to see. I lifted her hand away and leaned in to kiss her nipple. "Dooon't." "Patty, I already know what they look like." In the two years we had progressed from a little kissing and groping to actually getting each other off, Patty had only recently given in to letting me look at her chest, and this was the second time she had actually relaxed enough not to immediately cover up. "But they're so..." Patty was actually relenting to my moving her hand away, and in the fading light she wasn't that well lit, but more than enough for me to find my target. "Oh come on, just because you got a pair of mosquito bites doesn't mean I don't want to play with them once in a while." "WHAT!" I put my hand over her tits, "They fit real nice in the palm of my hand, I can feel them almost to my fingers if I get a good grip." I pressed into her chest, and they flattened out to just touch the base of my thumb and fingers. All of a sudden she was crying and pulling her clothes back on. Before I could pull my pants up she was off the tail gate and was fast walking back up the road. I managed to get my pants up, flip the tail gate up, and get the truck turned around. I caught up with her just as she was cresting the hill. "Patty..." "LEAVE ME ALONE!" "What? What did I say?" "YOU... YOU... ARGGGHHHH!!" and she turned her head to look away as she picked up her pace. "Come on Patty. It's ten miles back into town." "I can make it just fine on my own!" "It's almost dark. At least let me get you over to Pam's." She stopped and glared at me, then "FINE!" She stormed to the passenger door, got in and SLAMMED it closed and stayed right next to it looking out the window. I hadn't even stopped completely and she was out of the truck and storming off. Well so much for taking her to the party tonight. I didn't see her at the party that night, and by the end of the week she was hanging with Derrick, the football captain. Over the next few months 'til graduation I got a mixed bag of looks from Patty. Either a dirty scowl, particularly if I was talking with another girl, or a nose in the air grin if she was hanging onto Derrick's arm. So I spent most of the last two months in town alone. Not that it really mattered since I was headed off to college after graduation. Well not directly. \--- I had a dream job for the summer. Uncle Kyle had a piece of property up near Lake Ozark, and he had a friend that had a small marina / boat shop near Osage Beach. Come summer he rented Jet Ski's and other small craft to the summer tourists and college kids out partying. As in Party Cove partying! My job for the summer was to help with the rentals and do minor repairs. Being a farm boy I was pretty handy with tools and repairs. Heck I was in the process of restoring grandpas '42 Super Jeep. All the comers and goers were NICE! And many of the ladies were already bouncing along in bikini tops. But I lived for the 'Emergency' runs. Invariably by midafternoon somebody would run out of gas and we'd get a call on the radio to come get them out of trouble. We had two rescue boats. If we were in a hurry and the water wasn't too bad, we had a small air boat. Otherwise we had the beast. It started life out many years ago as a sixteen foot Jon Boat. Carry had added three inches of foam and an inner shell painted with bed liner. Even with the auxiliary tanks full and the forty horse power engine it would just float with the plug pulled. I could tow two large Jet Ski's, or three of the small ones. There was enough in the auxiliary tanks to fill a large Jet Ski four times over. Carry just grinned at me when I raced off for a fuel run. I'd toss two jerry cans in for extra capacity. Emergency fuel runs are double the fuel cost per gallon on top of the service call. I could give them a gallon so they could get back to the marina to fill up, or they could pay the high price for a full tank. And while the one gallon was cheaper in the short run, two very undesirable things were looming if they did that. First was the real danger of getting a BWI if they went back to fill up at the dock. The water patrol kept a close eye on party cove, and if you had enough to drink you ran out of gas, there was very little chance of escaping a BWI. The second, and much more dire in my opinion, was the girls would have to get dressed. By midafternoon bikini tops were a rare find, tits were out and oiled! What there was for bottoms were pulled in and tight, and on a few of the fancier boats they were gone completely. Shaved pussy galore! Once I filled the tank of the wayward Jet Ski and ogling the operator barely attempting to cover her bare tits with her life jacket, I put my sign up and started trolling along all the delicious sights. My sign gave the price of gas ( one dollar per gallon higher than the pump price), and cash only. Now most of the big boats had no need, but a few of the smaller ones, and many of the Jet Ski's of all sizes, were running low by this point. They could curtail their activities for the afternoon, or pay for the fill up. Very rarely did I leave the cove with any fuel in the auxiliary tanks, and a few times a topless girl talked me into selling some of my fuel. I grinned when one of them even stripped off even her bottoms and spread her legs masturbating as I filled her tank. I LOVE low volume fuel pumps! She was laying back on the seat spreading her pussy with one hand as the other dipped in and out. I looked at her pussy, then back up to her grin. I started to lean down to her pussy and stopped to look up at her face. She merely grinned and spread even further. A nice moan from her, and a quieter one from me as I dipped my tongue into nirvana. Her hand coming to my head accompanied by several feminine hoots and hollers was followed shortly by her screaming orgasm. I shut the pump down still glancing at her open inflamed pussy. She reached for my hard cock, "How about a discount for a favor?" as she slowly stroked my cock through my trunks. I grinned looking directly at her dribbling pussy, "Sorry, not my fuel." She gave me one last squeeze, then dipped her fingers in her pussy and wiped them on her nipples. "Your loss." I chuckled, she stood up and bent over as she pulled away wiggling her bare ass as she did. Carry would shake his head grinning as I topped off the tanks and paid him in cash for what I sold pocketing my 'overhead'. "You know Bob, you should be paying me for letting you see all the naked ladies." But alas the summer of lust and ogling came to an end and I had to return to the real world, college. I put the tow bar on the Yugo and off I went to Lawrence. Yes I got a few looks, a Willy's Super Jeep, that's a six by six for those of you that don't know, pulling a little Yugo. The jeep was operational, but just barely, and the Yugo got more than triple the mileage and was a whole lot easier to park around the college. I still smile at grandpa's story of how he acquired it. \--- Grandpa had gotten off the plane in San Diego and had just gone through discharge. "Sargent Mason!" "Sir!" he turned to see a Captain standing there. "Colonel Anders needs a lift and he's headed your direction." "Yes sir!" "Grab your gear and be back here in fifteen minutes." "Sir, yes Sir!" He went to grab his duffel from the pile and came back to see a Colonel coming from the officers' quarters on crutches heading for a Jeep. Grandpa helps him with his bag and they head off after stopping at the fuel depot to top off and grab some extra jerry cans. It was going to be a two hour drive. Everything went fine for the drive, grandpa even helped the Colonel up to his house and got his bags for him. "Colonel, where should I park the Jeep?" "What Jeep?" "Your Jeep sir, where should I park it?" "Mine? I thought it was yours." They stared at each other for a bit, then laughed. "Sargent, I have no idea. They are sending most of them to the scrap yards." "Oh, um..." The Colonel winked at grandpa, "Sargent, I have no idea where Corporal Smith went after he dropped us off." Grandpa said it took him a second to realize what he Colonel said, then he grinned and saluted. "I'll be sure to pass that along if anyone asks Colonel." Grandpa said it took him a week to drive it back to Arkansas, and he grinned the whole way. He drove it for several years before parking it. And it sat under the lean to for at least twenty before I took an interest in it. When grandpa gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday it became a real project. \--- So I pulled around the back of the rental house after unhooking the Yugo and covered the Jeep with a tarp. It would be a while before I would get back to working on it with the vagaries of starting collage. **Before -- Part 2** This summer would be different. Last year between freshman and sophomore years I did the summer job at the marina again, and I just hated having to work around all those micro and sling bikinis at Party Cove. If it hadn't been for mirrored sun glasses I would have been murdered several times over ogling all the barely covered pussies. This year I wasn't going to get the chance. It would be a lot better money, but not near the scenery. With my engineering courses I had made quite a few friends, and one of them had money. Not Billionaire money, but a nice life style and didn't have to work during college money. Clark's dad had purchased a small yacht that had an engine fire at an insurance auction. Since it had burnt, he had the transom and engine compartment rebuilt to convert it from standard engine and prop over to an L-line, and added bow thruster for maneuverability. The big boat yard had done that part of the change and getting it water tight again. My part was getting all the controls redone and installing all the new electronics as soon as they got it out of dry dock and into the water. So basically I was getting paid to live on a small yacht and tinker with all the neat toys for the summer! I went down to the marina office to see about going through all the shipments that had arrived over the previous month. "Well look at what the cat dragged in. You finally showed up to get some real work done?" I grinned looking at Carrie, short shorts and a tiny bikini top over a very small chest. Not much for tits, but a very nice lump of nipple jiggling behind there. "Na, just coming down to see what kind of presents they sent me." She grinned, "So you're not here to make all the party cove runs? There's going to be a lot of disappointed ladies down there." "Yeah right, they'd have to be sober to even remember what day it was, much less the guy on the gas boat." I heard a roaring laughter as Carry came out from the back room. She put her thumb over her shoulder and winked at me, "I can't send him down there. He gets one good look at all those bare boobs and he'd have a heart attack." Carry wrapped his arms around Carrie and attacked her neck, "More like I'd scoot back here and attack you until you couldn't walk straight." "Promises, promises." Carry nipped at her neck one last time. "Hey Bob, I got a whole back room full. I think I kept most of the drive system stuff near the door. Figured you'd want to get that going first." "I appreciate that, motors, generator, then the toys." We hauled a small stack of boxes out to the Jeep. "This thing is coming right along." "Yeah, I found a guy that does all the old wire looms in the old cloth covered wire. It wasn't cheap, but it sure does look better than the rats' nest Gramps had." Carry sighed, "I heard he passed. I tried to get to the funeral but I didn't hear about it until two days before." "I figured something like that." Carry grinned, "I can still remember the day he drove this thing in. I got a four day bus ride, he had a week long drive. I'm still not sure who got the better deal." I chuckled, "I wonder if anyone ever asked that Colonel where it disappeared to?" We both had a good laugh at that. "So, I had them put it in down at the far slip. It's a little more than you need, but you can park right next to the gang way." "Thanks Carry." We shook hands and I drove down to the slip. This would be the first time I had actually laid eyes on her. Bigger than I anticipated. Even after all the work done to fit the new engines she still had a faint aroma of smoke. I went below deck and stick my head in the engine room. SSHHHIIIIIITTTTT... When he said they did a minimal install, he wasn't kidding. They took out enough of the old equipment to be able to get the new in, and that was it. There was the local panel on the side of the control system, and a fuel line ran to a twenty five gallon barrel. It was going to take me a week at least just to get all the old stuff off the walls and up and out. And until that was done, no shore power, which meant no running water, and subsequently no head. I was glad I brought some extension cords and work lights. Carry loaned me a shore power adapter so I could at least plug a few things in. By nine o'clock that night I discovered what my first purchase tomorrow would be. A window air conditioner and a piece of plywood to mount it in a window! So I spent the next day just making it livable. A better part of that making a level spot to mount the residential AC in a yacht window that slanted. Luckily the mini refrigerator and micro were one ten, the water pump was dual voltage so I could make a temporary change on an extension cord, and the water heater was propane with an auxiliary engine heat exchanger. It wasn't pretty, but I had the basics, just not all in one spot. I had the window AC and the relocated mini fridge and micro in the main cabin. The shower in the forward cabin, and if I really wanted to torture myself in the heat I could cook ( read burn ) something on the stove in the galley. I stuck to my little Weber on the back deck for burgers. Thank god the couch was wide and soft, until I had true shore power the rest of the boat was a sauna. And speaking of a sauna, there is the engine room. I had the top covers and the hall door open. Only two box fans borrowed from Carry made it tolerable. That and several dips in the lake off the tail made it bearable that week. "Well you are still alive." I stepped to the open hatch and looked up to a delicious sight. "Hey Carrie." I was taking in her legs, a nice hint of camel toe in her low cut shorts, and of course a nice small bikini. She didn't have much for tits, but she had no problem letting a nice bit of nipple stand out. Unfortunately I didn't have my sun glasses on so it was just a quick look. "Alive is about all I'll claim right now." "Well if you're still alive in a few hours, I'm putting burgers on around seven. You still like yours barely dead?" she grinned. "Yeah right." Carrie chuckled, "See you in a little while." Well hell, it wasn't like I was punching a clock. I drug myself up and rolled over the side, the cooling water just draining the heat from me. The bad part was going back into the AC to get changed. I came thiiiis close to just dropping back on the couch and crashing. I managed to get some clean shorts and a t-shirt on and amble down to their house boat tied up behind the store barge. I was damn glad I remembered my sunglasses. Carrie was bent slightly over the grill, the sunlight casting just the right angle through her crotch outlining her camel toe. Her shorts riding up nice and deep between her cheeks. "You can't have her, she's all mine," Carry said as he came past me and cupped Carrie's ass and gave it a nice squeeze. "ACH!" Carrie screamed as she stood and began waving her spatula at Carry like a weapon. "You behave old man." He grabbed the weapon hand and wrapped his other arm around her, that hand going straight for her ass again. "Aw babe, you know I can't resist that delicious ass of yours." "Uh huh." "That's why you wear these shorts isn't it?" He got a better grip on her ass and gave it another squeeze eliciting another soft moan. "You know when I see you in them I want to caress and lick and nibble until you scream." "Behave," she said without a lot of meaning behind it. "You'll put all sorts of nasty thoughts in Bob's mind." I saw Carry's other hand disappear, and from Carrie's moan I would bet it was now cupping one of those little tits trapped between them. "I hate to tell you dear, but I would bet that ship sailed a looooong time ago." Finishing off the sentence with a nice deep kiss. I grinned, they had been together for the last twenty years since his first wife left him for life in the big city. 'And I thank god every day she did,' Carrie would say. Carry was nearing retirement age, and she had him acting like a teenager on his first date every day since they met. It was a nice evening with friends. Burgers done to perfection with just the barest hint of pink, baked beans and chips. Just your average gourmet meal in the Ozarks. "So how's it going down there?" Carry asked. "Not bad, I have just about all the old stuff loose and up out of the way. Should start on setting the new panel around the middle of the week." "The deck looked like a junk yard," Carrie said. I shrugged, "Most of it will go, but I didn't want to throw away anything until I get the new stuff in place." "So that means I'll get my box fans back next week." He grinned and winked, "It's been hell with an overheated woman around all the time." "Overheated my ass." "Well yeah, it is a nice hot ass." Carrie groaned and rolled her eyes having walked into that one, then jumped up and landed on Carry's lap and proceeded to wrap her arms around his head and try and suffocate him. I left to the sounds of wet sloppy kisses and a moaning woman. I staggered back to the yacht and jacked off to the memory of that tight camel toe and little nipple bumps before dropping into bed. By Wednesday I had the new transfer panel mounted. By Thursday I had the high voltage circuits in place, and started in on the low voltage Friday morning. If all went well I would have true shore power for the weekend. Of course everything went just perfectly on a Friday afternoon right? Late in the day I discovered that instead of two boxes of lug connectors, they sent one box of lug and one box of spade. And the supply house was on the other side of the lake and closing in forty five minutes. I slipped on one of my muscle t-shirts and jogged down to the store. "Hey Carry, can I use the beast to run over to Ogden's?" "Sorry Bob, Carrie left on a fuel run about fifteen minutes ago." "Ah hell, any of the big Jet Ski's available?" "There all out." "Well hell, I'll never make it around there before they close if I have to drive around the shore road." "Um, I could run you over I guess." I heard from behind me as Carry grinned. I turned to see a huge set of tits on a gorgeous blond. Her bright yellow bikini a mere stripe down the center of her tits and the G-string barely covering her slit. The orange life preserver hanging just outside those tits just emphasizing their size by comparison. "Okay, we have to hurry if I'm going to make it." "Okay!" she said with a grin. I grabbed the box of wrong connectors and we headed out the door. "I'll let them know you're headed over to the dock side," I heard Carry call out. I grabbed a life vest and we hopped on her Jet Ski. A quick stop at the fuel pump to top off the tank to make the trip over and back and we were off. I did grin once we got out on the lake, once I opened it up we were bouncing along pretty good, and she had to wrap her arms around to hold on tight. Her big tits pressed into my back, one arm across just under mine, and the other really low on my belly. If I had my cock up instead of down my shorts she'd be feeling it growing under her hand. The little wiggle of fingers told me that's exactly what she was looking for. Stew was walking to the end of the dock as we approached. I pulled up enough to swap boxes and we were headed back. Yeah, there was definitely some titty grinding going on. I pulled up to the tail of the boat and I grabbed a brace to let her get off so I could. I grabbed the bow rope to keep it near so she could step back on. "Just swing back by the store and tell Carry to fill you up on my account." "Oh, okay." She turned to the Jet Ski, then turned back. "Could I, um, could I use your bathroom?" I almost corrected her but didn't, "It's a bit of a mess right now, but sure. In through the main cabin, then down the steps and second door on your right." She grinned, "Thanks," and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I tied off her Jet Ski and heard her life preserver hit the deck. I turned to a cock hardening sight. She was going up the ladder, that little string across her back, and an equally small one splitting her rosebud. I'm not entirely positive her G-string actually covered her slit completely. I grinned as I watched her walk away as I stripped off my t-shirt. I grabbed the box of connectors and went down the ladder into the engine room. I was just getting ready to start crimping connectors when I heard her above me. "Wow, that's pretty big motor." I turned and looked up and saw sex on legs. Her bikini top had been pulled in enough to let the edges of her areola show. She was squatted down with legs spread just enough to not block any vision of her crotch. And no, her G-string didn't completely cover her slit. "They look brand new," never making any attempt to obscure her crotch. "They were just put in. Upgraded to hydraulic L drives from the old prop system. Once I get the transfer switch in and energized I can get the rest of the power up and running." She looked over her shoulder pivoting her upper body letting her legs spread a little more, then turned back letting that little G-string pull up into her pussy even more. It was in danger of disappearing between her lips as it was. "So that's what all this stuff is huh." She turned back to look once more and her G-string was gone for all intents and purposes, just the little line of color up between her lips. "And you're doing all this yourself?" I shrugged, "Keeps me out of trouble." "So how long before you have things back to normal?" "Probably sometime this weekend. Then I have to start in on all the new electronics." Her eyes lit up, "Sounds expensive." I laughed at her response, "It's just money." When she stood up the G-string disappeared, just a little yellow string coming up out of her slit with no sign of a tan line. She turned to go back to her Jet Ski, and I came up the ladder. "Well I need to get going, my girlfriends are going to wonder if I've been kidnapped." I laughed. She bent over to get her life jacket bending at the waist with feet lightly spread showing her full back side, then turned and stood to put it on somehow managing to let her top slip from one tit. Large tan areola with a tiny nipple in the center. "You mind if I stop back by and see how you're progressing?" I glanced down at her tit momentarily from behind my sunglasses. "No problem." "Is it okay if my girlfriends come along? I wouldn't want them to feel I've abandoned them." I chuckled, "No problem, I'm going to be here for quite a while getting this thing ready." "Great!" I got a quick peck on the lips and she slid down to her Jet Ski. I shook my head, in that amount of time her bikini top had slid completely outside her tits as she waved goodbye. I decided to call it a night and went in to stroke one off to the memory of her on display and just enjoy some decent porn. By mid-day Saturday I had it wired, and by that evening I had it programmed. Sunday was putting everything back in place to get the boat to something resembling normal. Well the basic systems at least. At this point it was a high dollar day cruiser. Nothing on the bridge connected to anything in the engine room. But at least I was sleeping on a bed and not walking into a sauna when I stepped out of the shower. I grinned, and the spa was filling as we speak! I cleaned things up on deck Monday morning before it got too hot, then started the engines. Everything was in the green. I triggered the transfer switch from shore to the new engine generator, and within a few minutes things were bogging down and I had warning lights. Many phone calls and hours later we discovered the problem. Seems somebody diverted a package headed to Melbourne up to us. Problem was Australia is 50hz, not 60hz. So we had a replacement control board on the way. Good thing we didn't need to be underway for the week we had to wait on it to arrive. So with that crisis averted, it was time to start in on the bridge. Most of the current equipment was several years old, and my instructions were 'to dispose of it'. That left quite a few options open for a creative young mind. Most of it I simply put notices up on several local bulletin boards of equipment for sale after an upgrade. The longest I had a unit was three days. Well except for the radar unit. That went to Carry and Carrie for their houseboat. She was constantly scolding him for running in low visibility when they headed south for the winter. In exchange for the unit, I got a hand written 'slip rental receipt' for my expenses to put against my project income, and many good home cooked meals. The food was almost more important than the money \--- I had just rolled out of bed Wednesday and was coming out of the head when I heard footsteps. "Helloooooo, anybody hooome." I went up the stairs to see my blonde from the other day, as well as a similarly endowed bleach blond, and a petite brunette. The blondes in equally micro day glow green and orange bikinis, the brunette in a nice bright royal blue 'regular' bikini. A little bigger chested than Carrie, and a lot more nipple bump! "High," I said wishing I had grabbed my sunglasses so I could ogle. "High, um, you said we could stop back by." I chuckled, from what they had with them this wasn't quite the social visit. Big floppy hats and shoulder bags. A sheer skirt on the blonds only drawing your eye to the micro bikini on under it. The brunette actually had a pair of shorts on. "You just stopping by, or are you going to stay a while?" glancing down at their big bags. There was a quick dirty glance from the brunette to my blonde. "Well if you don't mind. The beaches are getting a bit crowded to really work on our tans." Of course this was said as her fingers strummed the strap of her bikini top indicating she'd rather not wear it. I laughed, she smiled. "Well I'm going to be working in the bridge today, but you're more than welcome to spread out out here..." and looked directly at her. It took her a second, then she grinned and held her hand out. "I guess I didn't give you my name the other day. I'm, Amber, this is Ruby," pointing to the other blonde, "and that's Whitney." Ruby grinned and nodded. Whitney smiled and stepped forward with hand extended. "Pleased to meet you," with the HOTTEST English accent I had ever heard. I could only stare at her for a moment, then mentally shook my head to re-engage my brain. "There are some cushions on the side bench if you want. There isn't much else aboard until I finish the refit." I still had Whitney's hand, she grinned at me as she pulled if from my fingers. "Um, where's the head?" I grinned, she had been around boats before. "Down the steps, second door on your right." I turned to watch her walk away, and even in her deck shoes she had the loveliest wiggle to her ass. And I'm not an ass man in particular... By the time I turned around Amber and Ruby had drug the cushions over to a semi clear spot on the deck with tits hanging and jiggling and were spreading towels. I watched them a little while, but when I heard Whitney's footstep on the stairs I tuned and headed down to the engine room. I had to chuckle. The old system had a large bundle of wires in a two inch conduit from bridge to engine room with a splice in a pull box half way. The new system had two data cables running from the bridge console b

ack to the local control panel on the side of the control box. By the time I had the old stuff out I had one hell of an addition to my growing copper wire pile on the deck. Of course I had to check on the girls laid out on the deck as I took each bundle to the pile. Amber and Ruby with their miniscule tops laid out beside them. Whitney was laying on hers, and had only pulled her bottoms in a little. I saw her raise her head and look to port. I grinned, Henery you dirty old man. I kneeled down beside them. "Henery's harmless. His wife would kill him if he did anything more than look. But if you want to, you can lay out on the main cabin roof in front of the bridge and hang your towels on the rail for some privacy." Amber and Ruby rolled to one side, each leaving a big tit hanging there in plain view. Whitney rolled just enough to look at me, but not bare anything. "So then we'd be laid out right in front of where you are working so you can look at us." God that accent! I smiled and shrugged, "I'm going to look at you regardless of where you are." She snorted, "Typical bloke." Of course Amber and Ruby had rolled to sit up not covering their chests. Whitney held her top to her chest, then slid her fingers up to tie the strings behind her neck. I enjoyed the momentary slip as she took the tension. A nice sized areola on a small tit and a decent nipple. From the quick look I'd say she had bigger nipples than her two compatriots. I grinned as I stepped to the bridge. Amber and Ruby had dropped their tops as they arranged the towels for a privacy curtain on the side rail, and even though the sun was port side aft, they both laid with legs spread right at the bridge windows. Whitney shook her head and laid across the bow above their heads in profile to me on her back and undid her top enough to uncover to just above her nipples. I went back to work, but with many looks through the windows. I was getting the last of the helm controls in place when there was a knock on the window. I looked up to see two kneeling women grinning at me. I cracked the window, "Yes?" "Um, would you mind if we...?" and tugged on the side ties of their bikini's. I grinned, like they could really bare much more, "Not at all, feel free." "Told ya!" Ruby screeched and slipped the ties right there in front of the window. Her clean shaved pussy opening slightly at their spread knee position. I grinned as they turned around and put their asses and bare pussies in the air momentarily as they laid back down. Mostly from what I saw of them, but partially of what I saw behind them. Evidentially Whitney had fallen asleep. I'm assuming so, because she had let her bikini top slip down baring two lovely points of tit pointing straight up. And nice brown areola a little larger than a silver dollar with a lovely crinkled nub in the middle, a little smaller than a mini marshmallow but looking all the larger on her small tit. Rising and falling in the afternoon sun. Standing proud making me want to go out there and nibble on it for a while. I did manage to look away for a while. Amber and Ruby had decided that the inside of their legs and pussies needed a good tan. Knees were up and spread putting them on display right in front of my eyes. And while I did make me hard looking at them displaying themselves to me, I saw something else up beyond the spread legs in the afternoon sun that really disappointed me. Two set of scars. I shook my head, IMPLANTS. No wonder they looked like identical sets of tits. From eight feet away their scars looked identical, the profile of their tits looked identical. I would bet they used the same doctor they looked so identical... And now that I knew to look, yeah, the slight ripple where fake sat on top of real. They probably weren't that much different from Whitney before the implants. I enjoyed the look up between legs at shaved and slightly spread pussies, but when I went down to the head to stroke one out, it was Whitney's real tits I pictured standing up proud as I came. I chuckled as Whitney woke up, then realized her chest was bare. She gasped and pulled her top up looking to see if I saw her. She was wide eyed as she saw me looking at her, then smiled when I pouted at her. 'They look delicious' I mouthed to her. She gasped, then shook her finger at me. I smiled and blatantly looked down at her covered tits. She shook her finger at me, but when she rolled over she left her top beside her giving me a momentary look at her hanging tits. They still looked edible. By the end of the day, in spite of my two sluts in front of the window, I had the control console connected and mounted. I'd wait until morning to test it. "I'm calling in some pizza, you guys sticking around for a while?" As expected, Amber and Ruby came up to their elbows leaving tits hanging. "Sure!" they called out together. The delivery boy was practically drooling at my two barely covered blonds, topless and a sheer skirt really didn't cover much. Whitney grinned at his predicament. "What do you guys want to drink?" "Got any wine coolers?" Ruby asked. "Nope, no alcohol on board while I'm working on engines and control systems." "Oh," she said a bit dejectedly. "Somebody's life may depend on my not screwing something up." "Oh, I see." Clearly she didn't really, but Whitney smiled and nodded. "So I have Pepsi, Root Beer, OJ, and milk." The blonds had Pepsi, Whitney root beer, and I had milk. It was a bit of a subdued evening, and around eight I called it a night. "I'm sorry ladies, but I have to be up and at 'em tomorrow morning for a systems check. We're going to have to call it a night." They looked like they wanted to protest, but Whitney stood up and got her bag and hat, and gave me a nice peck on the cheek. I put my hand in her lower back to keep her from stepping away quickly. "Will I be seeing you guys tomorrow?" Whitney chuckled, then spoke softly. "Don't think there's much you haven't seen." "We'll be here!" Amber and Ruby sang out. I let my hand slide down to her ass as she turned to follow them. She turned back grinning and shaking her finger at me. \--- I was in the middle of testing when the girls showed back up, and they went straight to the cabin roof and spread out. They didn't even ask if it was okay to strip down nude, but with the little sheer white bikini's they had on today it didn't really matter. Whitney had on a blue bikini again today, but a little smaller, a different shade, nice and shiny and a WHOLE lot thinner. It clung to her tits and mound like a second skin. The sound of three lovely women oiling up wafting through the open bow window kept my attention for a while. After a bit of back and forth with the system I managed to find the problem with a few hiccups. A lose ground tightened down later and it was running nice and smooth, even at a bare idle. I had just crawled down off the bridge roof from setting the new GPS antenna, stepping between Ambers legs after she pulled them up high and wide, when my cell phone rang. "Hello," I answered entering the main cabin, turning to lean back against the bridge controls. "Hey Donald, thought I'd check in and see how it was going." "Not too bad, the generator replacement board should be in sometime this week. I tested the new console and it's up and running. Just getting started on the electronic mapping system. If I don't have any problems with that it should be up by end of day. That leaves the radios and some miscellaneous before I start on the entertainment systems." "Sounds like you still have a lot to go." "Shouldn't be too bad. I have a wet wall I can run cable through so it's been going pretty easy. I'm guessing around two to three weeks before I turn her over to you." "Like you really want to go back to school." He chuckled. I grinned, "Yeah it's been a real hardship working down here." "Okay, I'll check back in with you in a few weeks." I turned back to the windows to get another look at my hardship conditions, and Amber and Ruby were gone and Whitney was packing up. "Where you going?" "Heading out. Amber left all pissed you lied to her." I came around the outside as she was crawling down from the cabin roof. "Lied to her about what?" "Owning this boat," she said as she was headed for the gang way. "I never said I owned this boat, she never asked." Whitney stopped just short of the gang way and turned slowly. I put my hands up in surrender. "Honest. I just met her the other day. She gave me a lift across the lake to the supply house. She just kinda invited herself over." She slumped against the rail, then a horn sounded from the parking lot. Whitney looked that direction, "Bloody hell." God that accent... "You don't have to go if you don't want to, or I can give you a lift if you need it." The horn sounded again, then a moment later there was squealing tires on the pavement. She hung her head then looked up at me smiling at her. "We were sharing a room." "Do you still want to?" "Huh?" "You can stay here if you want." "WHAT!" "No no, not like that. There's three cabins, and the doors lock." "Uh huh," she said with a grin. I smiled back at her, "Okay, maybe a little like that." Whitney snorted. "But seriously. I can give you a lift, or you can crash here if you want. No strings." "Amber does get a bit daft when she doesn't get her way." "Well no pressure. I'm going to go back and finish the electronic mapping system. Just let me know if you need anything." I went back to the bridge, and in a little while I had the system in place and let it download all its updates. I was just unpacking the radios to get a game plan in my head for tomorrow when Whitney came into the bridge. "So who does own the boat?" she said leaning against one console. I sat back in the captain's chair, "The father of one of the guys I go to school with. He bought it at an insurance auction. It had an engine fire. The boat yard updated the engines, and I'm doing up the controls, then updating the electronics and then the entertainment system." She walked to what I had done so far and ran her hand over it, seeming to approve. "So tell me about Bob." I grinned, 'Bob'. "Well born and raised in North West Arkansas. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was little. Raised by my grandparents on the farm. I'm in my third year of structural engineering. I've been coming down here working summers for several years. Since I tinker with things I managed to get this gig for the summer. So who's Whitney?" She smiled, such a twinkle in her eye. "Well born in Tennessee, dad's an ambassador so we've been all over the world. Mum is an English teacher." Her voice changed a bit. "Proper English, not this muckety muck spoken in the colonies." Then she laughed, probably at my expression. I was probably still a bit dumbfounded at her accent, and the 'proper British' just got to me. "We spent the last several years in Brighton. The folks are back in the states until dad gets his next assignment. I'm looking around at Uni to see where I want to go." "What are you studying?" "Business, I figure I can go just about anywhere with that. Settle down somewhere, or travel with mum and dad if I want." "Um, I was going to put a burger on the grill for supper. Should I put an extra one on?" Whitney smiled, "Sure." I got the grill started, then prepped the burgers. Just as I was putting the burgers on Whitney came up from below decks. She had changed into a short skirt, not quite mid-thigh, and a light tank top. Obviously not braless, but not padded from the hint of nipple I was seeing. I watched her walking around the deck taking things in, the little sway to her hips as she walked. Pausing momentarily at the covered spa, before coming back over to the grill. "I don't have much to put on them, I'm kinda a meat and potatoes guy. I have Swiss cheese if you want." "So no big fancy nosh then?" "Oh, well um. I guess I could get some..." Whitney smiled, "No worries. Burgers and crisps are just fine." That smile would melt the polar caps, "Okay, it'll be just a few minutes. How do you want your burger?" "Medium to medium well please." "As the lady wishes." Whitney giggled. She kept wandering as I cooked the burgers, stopping by the spa and lifting the corner to see if it was operational. "We can hop in there later if you want." She turned to me blushing, "Oh, um, my bikini isn't really made for swimming. I didn't bring an actual swimming costume." I looked down her body and back up smiling, "I won't tell if you don't." She gasped, then shook her finger at me. "You're a right cheeky bugger aren't you?" I just smiled and took another slow scan of her body, then shrugged and went back to the burgers. We chatted about little things while eating, and I caught a few of her quick glances at the spa. I gathered up our trash and grinned to myself. "Well I'm going to grab a towel and hop in the spa. You're welcome to join me of you wish. If you're staying tonight feel free to take either of the state rooms at the bottom of the stairs." I think I heard her gulp as I walked by her. I grabbed a towel from the closet, then grinned and grabbed a second one just in case and headed back up to the main deck. Whitney was still sitting by the grill as I came back up. I turned away a little, but enough I could see her reflection in the glass as I stripped my shirt off. She was watching me as I stripped off my shoes and socks and began sliding my jeans down. As I grabbed the waist of my shorts she scurried to the stairs. Oh well, it was a fantasy any way. I eased down into the hot water. I think this was going to be the part I missed most going back to school. Kicked back in the hot water, jets playing on my back, a bit of steam rising from the surface with just enough of a breeze to clear it every so often. Kicking my head back to see all the stars laid out like a blanket. I was getting lost in the Milky Way when I heard a throat clear. I looked over and my jaw probably dropped. There was Whitney standing there wrapped in a towel. She was the definition of innocence standing there, and then... "Damn..." The towel was now in a ring around her feet... I think. That's where it should be. But I couldn't look away to check. That twinkle in her eye, that impish grin. The curve of her neck down to the swell of her tits, like somebody had sliced a large pear in half and placed it just so on her chest. Nice firm nipples, and her areola crinkling up to present them even more. Just the barest of tan lines confirming she usually tanned topless. Trimming down to a delicious waist with a cute little belly button, widening to flowing hips. Just the right mound with the tiniest tuft above her slit above an eye catching keyhole. A miniscule triangle of tan line drawing your eyes to her. Toned thighs and calves... oh yes, her towel did drop by her dainty feet. "Huh?" "I said, is it safe to get in, or am I going to get ravaged?" I smiled and stood offering my hand, my raging hard on just clearing the bubbling water. "Safe, reasonably. The ravaging is up for debate." She giggled, but did take my hand. It was better to have her closer, but worse for her to be hidden underwater. I probably made a total fool of myself staring at her, and I don't know for how long. "I only have one question, why the hell are you not modeling somewhere?" She gasped, then grinned at me. "No boobs." "Like hell, they're perfect on you." "And you're just a barmy bloke thinking with his John Thomas." "Me and every other guy that sees you." She groaned, giggled, and blushed. We chatted a bit, I ogled as much as I could. Occasionally Whitney would rise out of the water enough to let her tits become visible, I'd grin, she'd ducked back under. I had enough torture and was getting pruney. I stood, my hard on coming back as soon as I cleared the hot water. I kissed her palm, I kissed the inside of her wrist, I tried to pull her up so get another look at her tits, she shook her finger at me. I dried off with my hard on standing achingly proud, then ambled off to my bedroom. My first stop to the head to jack off to the image I had in front of me the last hour. My toes curling as I shot cum half way up the wall, panting as my vision started to come back. I staggered to the bed and dropped in. I dreamt of Whitney, sucking and nibbling on her tits, licking and then fucking her to one screaming orgasm after another. I woke around three with another raging hard on, and another raging shot of cum as I imagined her head kicked back in a screaming orgasm. \--- I woke with a hard on again, and stroked one out to the fantasy of Whitney screaming in orgasm under me. I staggered to the galley and grabbed an OJ. Luckily I wasn't drinking it when Whitney came in. She had stayed aboard last night, and she was a vision in the morning sun. A light pink tank top, the dark circle of areola showing she was obviously braless, and a medium blue short shorts, no sign of a panty line gave me hope. "Morning." "Morning, sleep well?" I shrugged, as best as I could with the image of your hot bod burned in my mind I thought to myself. "As well as can be expected." She poked around a little, "So what do you do for breakfast around here?" "I just head over to the marina." "I didn't think they had a café." "They don't, but I know the owners." "Oh." "Let me throw something on and we can run down there. I need to start picking up the pieces for the entertainment system anyway." I caught one more look at her ass as I went down the stairs. Definitely no panty lines. I pulled my jeans and a t-shirt on, but stopped at the base of the stairs looking up at Whitney. Leaning against the counter, a nice shadow of nipple in the morning sun across her chest. I shook myself out of my fantasy and stepped up to the galley. I put my elbow out, and she snickered as she took my arm. "I've never seen one like this before," she said looking the Jeep over. "It's a six by six, they call it a Super Jeep. There were only fifteen made for the war. They had an anti-aircraft gun on them." "Only fifteen?" "Well only fifteen original ones. They made a lot of add on kits to make regular Jeeps into six by six's, but only fifteen of the true original ones. My grandpa brought it back when he was discharged." We made our way to the store, I kept my hand in the small of Whitney's back as we went through the door. Before the bell above the door had quit ringing, "Hey Bob, 'bout time you got with the living. I was about to throw your breakfast..." Carrie came around the corner and stopped cold seeing Whitney with me. "Hi." "Hey Carrie, um, could I get you to split that?" Carrie turned slowly, then went back to the kitchen. She evidentially had more in the skillet than she usually served me. We each got a full plate of scrambled eggs and fried cubed potatoes. "What would you like to drink?" she asked Whitney as she set an OJ in front of me. "OJ would be fine." Carrie looked at me, then glanced at Whitney several times. "Oh yeah. Carrie, this is Whitney. Whitney, Carrie." Carrie snickered, "He can be a bit slow at times." Whitney snickered, I shook my finger at Carrie. We had just about finished breakfast when I heard the beast pull in. Shortly thereafter Carry came walking through with a big grin on his face. "Bobby boy, whose Wheaties did you piss in this morning?" "Huh?" "Couple of bimbos came through this morning all riled up." "CARRY!" Carry cringed, "Excuse me. A couple of young blond ladies with more silicone than IQ came through this morning ripping you up one side and down the other." Carrie just glared at him, Whitney grinned. "Um, one blond, one extreme beach blond, both in micro bikinis?" "Sounds about right." Whitney chuckled. "They assumed I owned the yacht, and were rather upset when they discovered their assumptions were wrong... three days after inviting themselves aboard." Carrie and Carry both laughed, we joined then shortly. Carrie gave Carry a quick kiss, "You had it right the first time dear. Bimbo gold diggers." Carry reached out and got a good grip on Carrie's ass. "ACH! You behave old man." "That's not what you said last night." She was about to retort when the front bell rang. She scowled at his grin and ducked through the curtain. I looked at Carry, "You wanna give me a hand loading the data rack?" We loaded that and several other things in the back of the Jeep and headed back to the boat. Whitney helped with the boxes, but the data rack was too heavy for her to carry even one end, it was almost beyond me and Carry's. But where there's a will there's a way. We unboxed it out in the parking lot. Once the doors and extra shelves and such were taken out we had it no problem. A quick run to the pig sty known as Amber and Ruby's hotel room to get Whitney's stuff, and we were back at it. It doesn't seem like much, but having someone to guide the wire as you pull it makes all the difference in the world. By late afternoon we had all three of the long pulls done I thought were going to be a nightmare, even with a few extra glances at tits and nipples down her tank top. I turned to Whitney as I cut the feeds, "This is going so much faster with you helping." I leaned toward her to give her a peck on the cheek, but she turned and I got the edge of her mouth. "Oh, sorry." I got busy picking up and getting a game plan for tomorrow. "So should I put burgers on again tonight, or should we call in a pizza order?" I heard a grunt, and turned to see Whitney looking at the sky. She turned to me, "Does the galley work?" "Uh huh." "Is there a grocery store nearby?" "Uh huh." "How do I get there?" "Garmin." "Keys," holding out her hand. "Stick shift." "Keys," waiving her hand. I grinned, "There aren't any." I grinned again, it was her turn to say "Huh?" "Forty two government Jeep. Master switch on the dash and a peg on the floor. I just have a lockout switch." "Oh." I took her out to the Jeep and punched the grocery store into the Garmin. It took her a bit to get the hang of the starter peg on the floor next to the gas pedal. She chuckled at my lockout switch. There was no roof beacon on a rag top, but there was the proper switch in the hole. I went back to the boat and began unboxing some of the hardware I was going to be mounting in the rack. Laying out bits and pieces. I was probably going to be short a patch panel, but there was a supply house about half an hour away if I needed it. By the time Whitney returned I had the patch panel laid out, then arranged and re-arranged it until I had the proper spacing for the actual patch panels before removing the equipment that would be in my way. "Dinner's ready, get yer sorry arse up here." I was stunned when I came up to the main deck. Partially in what Whitney had set out, meatloaf and mashed potatoes, but mainly in what else I saw. Gone was the tank top and shorts, before me stood a vision in a little halter top, defiantly NOT lined, and a short short skirt that if the sun hadn't been behind us I would have had a good idea if she had anything on under it. We ate and chatted. I ogled as much as I possibly could and somehow managed to get away with it. Whitney smiled when I helped her clear the plates back to the galley, but she admonished me to go and hop in the spa, she'd be out in a little while. I hopped in naked, hoping I could get her naked again tonight even though we had picked up her bags today. Once again I was caught off guard, kicked back in the hot water and jets admiring the heavens I could never really see this clearly back at school. "Hey Bob." I tipped my head down and a grin formed. "I can't seem to locate my swimming costume." There was Whitney in a thin towel, just barely coming together off center. "Damn, that's a real shame." Whitney grinned and dropped her towel and stepped toward the spa. I stood to reach for her, she grinned at my hard on standing proud. Whitney kept my hand as she stood in front of me, looking up just a little grinning. I tilted my head a little, she smiled and mirrored my movement. My hand dropped from hers and slid to her back, my cock sliding perfectly into her keyhole, her nipples in my chest, her lips on mine. The world disappeared. There was her body against mine, our tongues battling, her scent in my nose, her groan in my mouth, there was nothing else. To this day I can't tell you how long we stayed like that, only that it was not long enough. We separated enough to look at each other, smile, and resume our kiss with a little less urgency. Holding her close as I let my knees bend, a little giggle as Whitney realized what I was doing and then we sank into the warm water. Me with my knees together, Whitney sitting across them, just barely separated from me. I just looked at her, reveling in her being here with me. Looking down at her small tit and proud nipple, watching it harden and soften in front of my eyes. Leaning down to take one in my mouth as my hand came up to cup and play with the other. Feeling more than hearing her soft moan as I took both nipples in their own way. We kissed and caressed, getting more overheated by each other than the water. The soft moan into our kiss as I cupped and played with her little tits and nipples. The little gasp when I took both nipples between my fingers and gave them the lightest squeeze. Whitney reached down between us, and it was my turn to gasp as I felt her fingers wrapping around my hard cock, stroking it just a little. And again as she slid forward on my thighs bringing her pussy to my cock, getting the head settled between her lips just barely in her pussy. Whitney hooked her leg behind my butt and nudged herself a little more onto my cock and looked at me with raised eyebrow. She smiled as my hands dropped to her ass and we mutually pulled ourselves together. "Fuuuuuccckkkk." I groaned. Whitney snickered, but squeaked when I gave her a little thrust. I just held her tight, my entire being concentrated on the feeling of being buried in the best pussy in the world. Snug without being tight, her lips around the base of my cock like they wanted to invite me in deeper. Feeling her wrap her arms around me pressing her little tits and nipples into my chest. Now for those of you new to sex, spa sex is in the same category as hens' teeth and frogs' hair... it doesn't exist in the real world. At least not under water. Pussy juice and hot water do not mix. Or actually they do, but hot water wins out every time. But like everything else, there are minor exceptions to every rule. While not real thigh slapping sex, being one of the fortunate uncircumcised men in the world, I could at least get some motion going. Rotating partially back and then driving in deep without actually coming out, the head of my cock stroking deep in her pussy without breaking the seal. Hearing Whitney's soft moan as I was once again seated deep within her. Cupping her ass with one hand while the other snaked up between us to cup and play with her tit. We were starting to get a little more motion than the spa would comfortable allow. "I think we need to take this to dry land don't you?" Whitney cupped my jaw, "Whatever the Captain desires." "Right now the only thing the Captain desires is your hot body." "Good answer." Whitney stood up releasing my cock from her pussy. I groaned, she snickered. I flipped the cover down as she picked up towels. I had a shit eating grin when I saw her wrapped in a towel... around her waist. She grinned and shook her tits when she saw where my eyes were glued. And as soon as we entered the main cabin, even the towel around her waist was pulled loose and tossed at me. I nearly fell down the stairs watching her ass swing as she descended instead of watching where I was walking. By the time I had draped the towels over a few chairs and turned back, Whitney was laid on the bed with one knee kicked up. "...DAMN..." Whitney smiled, "Get yer arse over here Mister Smooth." That body and accent just short circuited any logic I had left. I did as commanded and crawled in beside her, lightly running my fingers over her belly and down to her tuft. Dipping a finger between her lips as mine found her nipple. A hand on the back of my head told me I was heading in the right direction. My mind said I should slide down and pleasure her, my little brain was over riding all thought wanting to be buried in that heavenly pussy again. I rolled over Whitney, and she spread her knees opening herself for me. I slid right back into nirvana. Laying down on top of her reveling in being skin to skin with her. Her little firm mounds and hard nipples in my chest. Hunting for lips and kissing her hard as I began to move in her pussy again. I had to get more, and got up to my knees staying as deep in her as possible. Seeing the grin on her face as I drove in deep. Faster and faster watching her little mounds jiggle and her head kick back. Her mouth opening in a long drawn out scream as she came setting me off filling her pussy. Laying down on her and trying to drive that last little bit in her with my hands cupped under her shoulders. I managed to roll off of Whitney and reach for a towel. She stuffed it between her legs as we laid there panting. I flopped my arm over onto her chest, my hand covering her tit, my fingers caressing the underside, circling up to her nipple feeling her areola crinkle as I got close to her nipple. "Shower," I heard her groan as she trapped my hand against her tit. I managed to get my fingers on her nipple and give it a light squeeze. "As the lady wishes." Whitney snorted and rolled out from under my hand. I watched her walk to the shower grinning. Luckily the shower for the master cabin was a little bigger, and it was just big enough for two, just. We fell back into bed cuddling, falling asleep in each other's arms. Something I hadn't done in longer than I cared to remember. \--- I woke alone, but with her scent on the pillow next to me, and to the aroma of bacon. I slipped my shorts on and staggered to the galley, "...DAMN..." Whitney giggled and shook her ass at me. She was standing at the stove cooking bacon. The vision in front of me was her bare back, the only thing breaking that beauty was the two little light brown strings coming up out of the crack of her ass and going over her hips. "I figured that'd get yer arse out of bed." I stepped behind her, my hard cock nestling in the crease of her ass as my hands slipped around to cup her tits. She tilted her head to let me kiss her neck. "Do you need to call and let them know you won't be there for breakfast?" "Na, Carrie will just tuck it back for Carry to nibble on the rest of the day." "How do you take your eggs?" "Scrambled or over hard." "Good thing I made scrambled then. The bacon will be done in a moment." I scooped up some eggs and put my plate on the table. I turned back to Whitney, and literally fell into my chair. "Son of a bitch..." I was just staring at her bikini bottom. It wasn't much bigger than what Amber and Ruby had worn. It was maybe an inch and a half wide at its widest, and only covered half of that little tuft just drawing your eye to it. She grinned at me, "I only had the two I bought here in the states. All I have left are the ones I brought from home. You mind?" "I might have a heart attack when I see how small the top is." She grinned even more as she stepped up beside me, "We don't wear tops at the beach at home." I turned her to me and took as much of her tit in my mouth as I could and nibbled until she pushed me away. "I was born on the wrong fucking continent." "Cheeky bugger." We ate, I ogled, she grinned. I somehow managed to get the first patch panel in place, in spite of my extreme distraction. My helper in her micro bikini flaunting her tits and nipples. I had to wrap my arm around her and nibble on her nipples every once in a while to settle her down. By mid after noon I couldn't take it and lifted her up to the counter and inhaled that pussy. Flailing legs and a screaming woman did NOT deter me from my delicacy. That only made it worse, she left her bikini pulled to the side for the rest of the day. That set the tone for the next two weeks. I almost ripped the data rack off the wall when she snuck down in front of me and sucked my cock down. She just kept going and going taking me balls deep on every stroke until I blasted off. She left a dribble of my cum on the corner of her mouth for over an hour. I saw a different bikini bottom every day, and never a repeat. It seems they came in roughly four sizes. Most of them split her tuft like the first one. I saw one that actually covered her tuft. A few that were under her tuft, and one little one with clear strings that let the top of her slit show. She didn't make it to noon before that one got pulled away and I fucked her to a roaring orgasm. We did it again just before supper. We ordered pizza, we were both too tired to cook. I did chuckle that first Friday when Carrie stopped by to see why I hadn't been by for breakfast. She just rolled her eyes when she saw us sitting at the table eating. Me with a big grin, and Whitney in a little day glow yellow bottom. Whitney grinned at the UPS guy almost drooling looking at her when he delivered a big flat box. We hauled it aboard and unboxed it. I sat back laughing at what was in it. "Some kind of lion?" Whitney said. I chuckled, "A tiger, the MU mascot. I would bet that if there was a way Reginald would have it painted on the boat if he could get away with it. He's a hard core alumnus. I don't think he has ever missed a football game, even the away and bowl games." Whitney grinned, "American football, or real football?" I shook my finger at her, "Real American Football." She rolled her eyes. We carried it around the main cabin a bit, it was big enough there was only three places it would fit and not be in the way other than the ceiling. And there was no way he was even going to know that was even a possibility. We got it mounted on the starboard side between the windows and sent him a picture, he was ecstatic. We were at a good stopping point early afternoon Friday. "What do you say we knock off early and just take the weekend to ourselves? We're several days ahead of schedule with you helping." She smiled, then got a little serious, "Um, I haven't really done any shopping since we got back. All I have are my outfits from home." "So?" "The ones I have with me are a little more... interesting." "Oh really?" I grinned. "How interesting?" Whitney wrapped her arms around my neck as my hands went to her tits. "Well for home, about average. But for here in the states..." I groaned and put my head on her shoulder, "I was definitely born on the wrong continent." Whitney lifted my head and grinned before giving me a soft kiss. "You poor bloke, let's go put you out of your misery." We held each other tight and kissed for a bit, then walked hand in hand to the master cabin. The only place Whitney had stayed after that first night. A shower prolonged by many touches and caresses and kisses. Watching her slip her lacy high cut panties on, teasing me wiggling her ass at me. She did her hair and just the barest hint of makeup while I got dressed. Yeah, I was definitely born on the wrong continent. Whitney slipped a tiny lace bra on, one that was more sheer than lace and not hiding her nipples. Top that with an also semi sheer top without the solid pockets the women here wear, and fin

ish it off with a short pleated skirt that even though it rode low on her hips barely came to mid-thigh. The top was sheer enough to clearly let the bra show through, and it in turn was thin enough that even with the top a nice shadow of nipple was there if you looked. "Damn, I feel like I should be ordering a limo to come get us." Whitney sauntered over and cupped my jaw to kiss me. I slid my hands under her skirt to cup her ass and try and get my fingers inside her panties. She giggled and slapped at my hands as she backed away. "Randy bugger aren't you?" I made like I was trying to reach under her skirt again causing her to back away another step, "It's all your fault." She snickered at me. I put my arm out and escorted her to the Jeep, and then off to the best steak house I knew of. We chatted a bit about school, me having a year left and not sure what I was going to do afterward. Her hoping her folks would be in the states for a while so she could get a few years of school here, maybe even finish her degree. Rolling her eyes at going back to Tennessee to visit family and them giving her a bad time about her accent. I took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, "Personally I think it's the sexiest accent I have ever heard." That earned me a wonderful kiss, and a few seconds of titty grope before my hand was pushed down. I was swatted when I let my hand keep going like I was going for her pussy. "Boooob..." I just grinned and shrugged. We walked the big outlet mall afterwards, ducking in and out of whatever shop took our fancy. About halfway through I reached for her hand and she took it. I grinned. I suggested the little go-cart track after the mall, she snickered and agreed. And then she cheated. On the way over she did the female contortionist routine, and her lace bra was being deposited in my lap. I looked over and she was sitting there with her shoulders back, her nipples and dark areola plainly visible in the cab, and still noticeable in the setting sun as we got out. Just as we were getting into the carts, she leaned over and whispered, "You win and I'll give you an hour to take my panties off." Of course while that was sinking in she hopped in her cart and took off. I was half a lap behind her, and barely caught up with her by the last lap. She danced quite the jig for beating me, I just grinned at her tits bobbing and jiggling as she did. She hit the bathroom and we headed back to the boat... well we started to. We were going past a closed store, "Pull in here." "How come?" I asked as I was pulling in. Her hand came out with her lace panties dangling from her finger, "Because I couldn't wait an hour." I pulled in and came to a screeching halt, killed the engine, and set the brake. There was a naked ass going over the seat into the back. By the time I got turned to join her Whitney was lying there, top unbuttoned to leave a bare strip right down the center of her body. Her skirt pulled up to just show her wet lips in the moonlight. I roared and dived for that pussy, pushing what little bit of her skirt was in my way out and planted my face in her wet pussy. Whitney screeched and put her hands on my head to encourage me. No encouragement needed. I cupped her ass and spread her pussy with my thumbs, sucking and slurping that heavenly juice. Wrapping one arm around her thigh to reach down and hold her pussy open freeing up my other hand. Lips to clit, middle fingers to G-spot, pinkie to rosebud. JACKPOT! I rode her orgasm until I couldn't, dropping my head to her rolling belly as she laid back. Chest and nipples rising and falling fast as she tried to catch her breath. Top wide open beside her and her skirt now just the thought of a ring around her waist. Her breathing was returning to normal as I slipped up her body to capture a tit and nipple. "Mmmmmmm." I moved up to kiss her as I palmed her mound, slipping a finger between her lips to her clit. "Yesssssss." I felt her juices flowing past my finger as her breathing picked up, then I was being rolled to my back, my shirt being ripped open and my zipper being yanked on my slacks enough to get them down to my thighs. Whitney was on me almost before she had them to my knees, riding my cock like a wild cat. Undulating and gripping my cock with her pussy as her tits bounced in front of me. My reaching up to cup them only set her off more. A cumming screaming woman on top of me just set me off. I dropped my hand to her hips and just detonated in her spasming pussy as she went wild on top of me. Falling forward still trembling as I shot the last of my load in her. Panting in my ear as I slipped from her, our combined cum starting to drain back on me. A moment later there were red and blue flashing lights, a siren chirp, and then a spot light on my Jeep. "Bob?" I heard called out as Whitney was scrambling down beside me trying to pull her clothes back around her. "Ye Terri." I called out. "You okay over there?" I raised up on one elbow enough to see over the tailgate and use my other hand to shield my eyes from the spot light. "I will be as soon as you shut those damn lights off!" There was a chuckle, and then the lights went out. "I'll swing back through here in about half an hour." "Thanks Terri." "And uh, Bob." "Yes Terri?" "I really like your method of testing suspension travel." I heard her chuckle as she pulled out. "Asshole," I grumbled and laid back down. Whitney rolled against me giggling. I grabbed her and rolled her on top of me, "It's all your fault you know." She grinned at me, "And just how is it my fault?" "You are just too irresistibly gorgeous." Her arms went around my neck as she kissed me, my hands went to her ass to caress and squeeze. I even got a little gasp as I grazed her rosebud. And not a bad gasp either. We managed to climb back in front, I had to settle for just draping what was left of my shirt over my shoulders, while Whitney buttoned hers up all prim and proper. Well all except putting her knee up flashing me her sloppy pussy that is. "Turn this way," she said as we stopped at a traffic light. She reached my way with a napkin and wiped my lips. I groaned as she pulled it away. That's probably why Terri was chuckling. I had Whitney's bright red lips stick all over mine. After the fury of our road side passion, we made long slow love when we got back to the boat. We stood kissing as I started to unbutton her sheer top. She giggled into our kiss as she pushed my ruined shirt from my shoulders. I was going to kneel to get her skirt, but she wiggled it off her hips and sunk down to take my slacks off, albeit at a much more leisurely pace than earlier. She took the head of my cock, in her lips as she dropped my slacks and shorts. Keeping it between her lips as she let me take my shoes off before taking my slacks completely off. Grabbing my ass and sucking me down to my balls several times before standing before me. We lay on the bed side by side, before Whitney grinned and rolled to her back pulling me between her legs and raising her arms over her head putting herself fully on display to me. I smiled as I leaned forward to kiss her as I slid into her velvet depths. A long slow lovemaking session, neither one climaxing until the end as we screamed to each other. "'Bout damn time," we heard Henery yell out. "Get back in here old man," we heard his wife shout out. We laughed all the way to the shower. \--- We lazed around Saturday morning, then went down to tease Carry. We rented a big Jet Ski, and Whitney had one of her little blue micro bottoms on and her bigger blue top for her regular bikini's on her tits. As soon as she had the life vest on she pulled the top off and tossed it to Carry. "Hang on to this, I won't need it until we get back." Carry was bug eyed, Carrie just laughed and slapped his ass. We putted down toward Party Cove. Chuckling at all the drunk college students. Most of the girls topless by now, several dancing nude on top of one of the big cruisers. It had a sign on the stern. TOPLESS = FREE BEER, NUDE = FREE DRINKS Whitney snickered in my ear, "Blokes and boobs." I smiled and whispered over my shoulder, "Says the topless babe pressed to my back groping me." I could hear her smile, "So what would the sign on the back of your boat say?" "Wouldn't be a sign." "How come?" "Because I want you all to myself. Wouldn't be anywhere near here." One hand was pulling my trunks out, the other was snaking inside to grip my hard cock, "Let's get out of here. Find someplace close." I knew just the spot. Two fingers over was a narrow point, and with the water level down there was a nice sand bar with some bushes and a few small trees that would be just under water. I stepped off to tie the Jet Ski to a tree branch and turned back to see Whitney laid back on the Jet Ski. Life vest undone and elbows back on the handle bar, feet on either side of the seat and her micro bottom already pulled to one side. My trunks went to my knees and I slid into her with a grunt. I had just started to get a good rhythm going when Whitney said, "Let me get to my hands and knees." She turned with that lovely ass in the air. I slipped right back into her until she screamed. It was a good thing I had tied the Jet Ski off. All of her bouncing around would have let the rope come lose if I had just looped it. It was after sunset when we got back to drop off the Jet Ski. Whitney grinned when she handed Carry back the life vest and slung her bikini top over her shoulder as we walked to the Jeep. I chuckled, we heard Carry's roar, then Carries screech, followed by a much different screech. She grinned at me all the way back, and was walking backwards all the way to the cabin. Gasping as I fell between her spread thighs and right back into her waiting pussy. Whitney was groaning and growling, head kicked back gasping. "Let me turn over." I backed up to my knees as she did, then she reached over and rummaged in her bag beside the bed. She flopped onto all fours, then put a rubber packet on her left ass cheek. "Bugger me." "Huh?" "Do me bum." It took a moment, then she reached back and spread her cheeks, OH FUCK YES! I had that rubber on in record time, then nudged her ass. After a few nudges I popped in. I just held still reveling in being in the third ass ever. Just as I was going to ask if she was okay, Whitney pushed back against my cock in her ass slowly sunk feeling her tremble and moan until she had me buried balls deep in her own ass. "fuckfuckfuckfuckkkk..." That same thought was echoing in my mind as I got a good grip on her ass and pulled back about half way and then slid back in again. "Fuck me bloody bum!" I got a better grip and pulled back until I was nearly popping out, then drove in faster, but not slamming her. "Yes!" I pulled back and drove in again, and again, and again. All the while Whitney was yelling out "HARDER, FASTER, FUCK ME BUM!" I couldn't take any more, all evening and I hadn't cum yet. I roared and drove one last hard thrust and filled her ass. Shot after shot, spasm after spasm as I unloaded everything I had. We panted for a while, and staggered to the shower. A quick rinse and we dropped back into bed, out like a... \--- I woke alone but to the smell of bacon. I grinned and decided against slipping my shorts on this morning. Whitney was making breakfast, in a red thong, and not a little thong, quite the wide strip up between her cheeks. I came up behind her and cupped her tits, "Morning." "Morning," she replied quietly. "You okay?" She sighed and slumped, "Last night, I kinda got... a little..." I squeezed her nipples and kissed her neck. "Ah, I see. Well should I tell you what I saw?" She groaned. "Well I saw this hot babe. She has the loveliest pair of little tits and chewy nipples that draw my fingers and lips like a magnet." Whitney drew a deep breath when I said 'little tits'. "And those lips, god where do I start. First there's that accent that gets me hard, and then the thoughts of what else she does with those lips, taking my cock in like it was no big deal until I can't stand it." I got a little snicker. "Mmmmm, and speaking of lips, that beautiful delicious pussy. So tasty, so juicy, so warm and sung around my cock until she screams in orgasm and then it's just that much better." I felt her nipple harden between my fingers. "And then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, this hot babe does something that blows my mind. She offers me her ass." Whitney gasped. "She doesn't deny it like most women, or begrudgingly tolerate. No, she offers it, and then takes me into it to my balls and wants me to fuck her hard and deep." Now she groaned and tipped her head back. "I don't think there could be a more perfect woman in the world for me." She was rotating and dropping. Her lips around my cock and going for broke. A loud sloppy deep blow job. A banging her chin on my balls and her nose in my pubes blow job. Her grip on my ass only intensifying it... "COOOMMMMIIINNNGGGGGGG!!"... I was looking at the ceiling when I rejoined the living, laid out flat on the deck. I heard a chuckle and managed to raise my head enough to see Whitney sitting on the edge of the chair munching bacon, and her red thong nowhere in sight. It made me smile. She reached down between her legs and spread her wet pussy smiling at me. I laid back still grinning, "As much as I want to, the only way I'll have the energy to eat your pussy is if you come over here and sit on me." I heard the chair slide, then a grinning woman was standing over me. She looked down as she squatted over my face. "Mmmmmm," I was in heaven. Whitney sitting on my face, her juices running into my mouth, looking up to see the perfect profile and a lovely pair of small tits standing proud. The smile on her face as she kicked her head back while I enjoyed my delicacy. And just because I was in a good mood, I pressed my finger barely against her ass. The soft moan and shudder than ran through her was all I needed. I nudged her ass a few more times until I gave her a nice soft orgasm. It was absolutely terrible the way she flooded into my mouth. It was a good thing it was Sunday, we never made it off the boat for supplies, and barely out of the bedroom to eat. \--- Monday I started setting some of the equipment in the rack, when I wasn't looking at Whitney laid out on the deck in front of me. Around eleven, "Boooobb, you're... lunch should be... ready in a few... AHHHHH SHHHIIITTTEEEE..." Whitney was laid out driving a dildo in her pussy like a mad woman, then flailing in orgasm in front of me. Jamming that dildo deep while she had a death grip on her tit. I made it to her just as her orgasm was subsiding, spreading her legs and pulling the dildo from her sloppy pussy with a gasp. "YEEESSSSSSSS!!" she hollered out as I started lapping at her pussy. Holding on for dear life through three orgasms before I had to roll over. I rolled beside her watching her chest heaving like she was starved for air. "What's for dessert?" Whitney started giggling, then rolled on top of me giving me a sloppy kiss, "I have no fucking idea." Even with that dripping pussy, I managed to get the satellite hooked up, and the feed into the master cabin. After our evening hot tub, we watched porn until we couldn't stand it and had to fuck each other unconscious. \--- Tuesday we made it until ten, well I did anyway. I was getting the last of the patch panel punched down when Whitney came in and turned me and inhaled my cock. She had me hard and aching in no time, then stood and bent over the counter grinning. I roared and grabbed her ass driving in deep in one hard stroke. Whitney screamed HARDER, FASTER, HARDER GOD DAMN IT! I filled her pussy and collapsed on her back as I slipped from her. God damn it she did it to me again, I was laying on the floor looking at the ceiling as she stepped over me to go down the stairs, her dripping pussy on display as she did. I managed to stagger to my feet and drop off the tail into the cold water. Henery's wife was standing there on the stern of their cruiser grinning and shaking her head as I climbed out. I guess I should have put my shorts on first. I managed to get the last of the feeds laid down in the two mid cabins, and came up to do some testing when Whitney came by grinning. She sauntered to the front deck, then laid down on her belly with her legs to me. "Son of a bitch..." Whitney looked over her shoulder and snickered as she wiggled her ass at me. She had a bright pink plug in her ass! I groaned, it took me three tries to get everything working properly for those last two drops. I declared victory on the last of the feeds, and decided to run two more sets. A spare set to the master cabin, and because I would have to get another patch panel to do that, a set up to the bridge. I'd have to go get it in the morning. I was mesmerized by the sight of Whitney bent over the grill, that pink plug standing out like a beacon between her tanned cheeks. I was fascinated by it as she moved, reaching out to caress her ass as she passed. Looking up at her in wonder. "Well it does make things a little easier if I prep a bit." "Huh?" then it hit me. I grinned a little, only a little. Whitney chuckled and shook her finger at me. I was served the most delicious steak and baked potato by a woman with a plug in her ass. I was groped by a woman with a plug in her ass. I sat in the spa with a woman with a plug in her ass. I was walking back to the cabin behind a woman wiggling her ass with a plug in it. "I'll be in in a minute," she said pushing me toward the bed as she turned to the head. A few minutes later she came out with a big grin. She leaned over and took my cock to my balls and moaned around it. I managed not to cum. She took me in two more times then came up of me with a pop. Whitney swung a leg over me and impaled herself on my cock, gyrating as she dropped, letting me feel every inch of her pussy. Raising and falling two times before leaning forward to kiss me as she lifted from my aching cock. "Bugger me," She whispered in my ear as she moved to her knees beside me, head on crossed arms. I was up behind her in a flash, her rosebud winking at me, no longer filled by that pink plug. "Rubber?" She looked over her shoulder, "Don't need it, I douched." "Oh!" I grinned as I slipped forward. Nudging her ass, then slowly sliding in reveling in every little bit. "Oi!" she groaned into the mattress. I moaned as I felt my balls against her wet pussy, reveling in being balls deep in a tight ass. A little bump against me let me know what she wanted. Sliding in and out slowly trying to prolong the sensation. Knowing that if I sped up it would overtake me and I'd be an ass fucking mad man. But with Whitney slamming back against my cock, that's exactly what she turned me into. Grabbing her cheeks to spread her wide as I slammed that ass. Feeling her clench and tremble as I got a good rhythm going. Her collapsing down on the bed as she came as I drove into her, following her down driving me into her ass with the full force of my weight behind me. Grabbing her shoulders to keep my spasming cock in her spasming ass. Both of us just riding it out until we were a panting sweaty mess. I didn't really want to roll away, and her ass didn't really want to let me go. Gripping the head of my cock as I slipped from her like it wanted to keep it. We laid there catching our breath, I laid my hand on her ass and lazily caressed one cheek. "Mmmmmm." I could hear the grin in her voice. "You are an amazing woman. I don't think I could find anyone more perfect." Her hand came to my face without looking and caressed my jaw. "You just like bangin' me bum." I kissed her palm, "Amongst other things." We staggered to the shower, she snickered when I took special care in cleaning her ass. She cuddled into me as we dropped into bed and dozed off. \--- After a tortuous breakfast with my naked cook, I slipped jeans and a t-shirt on getting a raised eyebrow from Whitney. "I have to run in and get another patch panel, I should be gone a little over an hour." She sat back on her chair hooking her arms on the back emphasizing her little tits all the more, "Well don't take too long." I gave her a kiss and a titty grope. "I'll be back as soon as I can." I gave her another quick kiss and headed for the Jeep. I was almost to the main road driving on auto pilot daydreaming about Whitney when I remembered I should check with Carry to see if he needed anything while I went into town. I came in the front door just as Carry was coming out of the back room. "Well she did let you escape!" I grinned, "Yeah, had to get while the getting' was good." He smiled right back, "Yeah, I can see just how tormented you were." I chuckled, "Yeah, I don't see how you do it. I mean such a flat chested woman. Nothing to get ahold of, can't get a decent titty fuck." Carry laughed, "I know. I mean all these years and I can't buy any naughty lingerie, it just falls off. And a corset is just a waste of time." I shook my head, "Man, you had to go and say that. And here I was thinking about getting her a half cup corset as a surprise." We heard the front door, but no one came in. Carry grinned, "But then there are all those little bikini tops and tight shorts." I grinned to match, "And going braless all the time. It's just sooo terrible to be able to look down and see those nipples that are in dire need of nibbling on." "Man, now I wish Carrie was here." He growled, "So what did you actually come down here for?" "I was just heading into town to pick up a patch panel. You need me to stop for anything while I'm going?" "We're good, Carrie left a few hours ago so I should see her some time before sun down." We laughed and shook hands before I hopped back in the Jeep and headed back in on auto pilot again. The visions of Whitney dancing in my memory. And while she didn't have the biggest chest, it was all her. Her nipples were the most delicious, and the way they hardened against my lips. I know I made it to the supply house and back, but the drive was total auto pilot. I didn't see Whitney when I got back, I figured she must have went down to the Marina for something. I got the patch panel set in the rack, then went to do the extra set of connections in the master cabin. I stopped cold when I came in. It looked like a tornado had went through. I searched quickly for Whitney fearing we had been boarded, but there was no sign of her. And then it hit me, all of her things were gone. I slumped against the bulkhead and slid to the floor just staring at the mess. Somewhere along the way I must have fell to my side. I woke sore and cold laying on the floor. Only my need to piss having woken me. I stumbled to the main cabin and plopped down in the chair wondering where she went, what happened. \--- I don't really remember much of the next three days. I know it took me two days to finish and test the last two sets of hook ups. I'd find myself standing there with a tool on my hand remembering her and wondering. Sleeping on the cushions in the main cabin, only going into the Master Cabin to get what I needed. I packed the last of my stuff into the Jeep, left my invoice on the bridge console, and headed back to Lawrence. I was glad for the two weeks I had before class started, it took me that long to unpack the Jeep. Everything I saw reminded me of Whitney. If I hadn't pre-registered for classes last spring, I would have only taken half the class load, just enough to graduate. But I didn't, so I pushed through. Work, study, and deliver pizza. And as many hours as I could stand delivering. I managed to graduate with decent grades, and with Reginald's good word, landed a fairly decent entry position with a firm in Kansas City, on the Kansas side of course. **During** About two years later at a celebration for a new project getting under way, I ran into a surprise. "Donny?" I turned at my name being called to see a lovely petite woman in a low cut gown. It took me a minute to realize who it was "Patty?" She grinned and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Haven't see you in like forever. How have you been doing?" "Pretty good, and you?" taking a look at a dress cut way lower than she would have ever worn before, and obviously braless from the little jiggles I was seeing from her tiny chest. "Good, what are you doing here tonight?" "Celebrating the project, I'm one of the minor engineers. You?" "Same, but I just joined the investment bankers a few months ago. Finally made it out of Arkansas." I chuckled, "Well congratulations on your escape." She was going to say more, but someone was calling her name, "We'll have to get together and catch up a bit." I watched her walk away, definitely not the Patty in knew. The Patty I knew would be in a padded bra and shirt, not a low cut halter dress, almost to her belly button in the front and the crack of her ass in the back. I chuckled and enjoyed the rest of the evening. A few weeks later I got a call. "Hey hillbilly, what are you up to." I chuckled, "Hey Patty, just plugging away at the latest project." "You free for lunch one of these days?" "Sure, just give me a few days' heads up just in case, but shouldn't be a problem." "How about Friday?" "Sure, I have a morning meeting down by the convention center. Say the Quaff around eleven thirty?" "That works, Fridays are usually short days for me." "I'll see you there." \--- Friday was just as unexpected. I got there early and was waiting at a table when Patty came in, now the short skirt wasn't that much of a surprise, even though it barely came to mid-thigh. But the top and bra... not even close. She was wearing a sheer top with sold pockets, but small enough to know that she had one of those bras with the sheer stretchy cups. I know that's the kind of bra she was wearing because I could see the edges of the cups, and she was bouncing enough that it was the only type of bra she could be wearing. She sat with a titty bounce before I could stand. "So how have you been stranger?" I related my time since school, working summers in the Ozarks, school. A momentary twinge remembering Whitney, but evidentially not enough for it to show and her to ask questions. Her telling me of getting pregnant, Derrick, getting married, her miscarriage, and a year later her divorce. "I'm sorry to hear that, it must have been pretty traumatic." Patty shrugged, "At the time it was, but it was really a blessing in disguise. We weren't in love, just got married because I got pregnant. We tried for a while, but I just wasn't into the country boy thing, and he was never going to make it in the big city. So it worked out." I didn't know what to say, so change the subject, "So investment banking huh?" She grinned, "Well not really for me. I'm just secretarial right now. A friend of a friend kind of thing got me in the door. I'm taking classes part time evenings, so I have several prospects to move up." She related what she could of people we knew in school. I grinned inwardly. Derrick, her ex and the asshole she clung to when she dumped me, he was now driving dump truck and road grader for the county. Not a bad job for the area, but definitely not an upwardly mobile position for sure. We finished the lunch on a good note, and I got another surprise. Instead of the quick peck at best I expected, I got a nice body hug and a not so quick kiss. The years had been kind to her, it felt like she had a little more chest under there. \--- We had lunch a few times over the next few weeks, and the kisses and hugs got a lot more friendly. I even got brave enough to lightly grip low on her hips with no reaction. She kept her arms around my neck, "Um, Donny, could I ask you a favor." "Sure." "My dishwasher flooded out on me the other day. I hope it's something simple, but I'd rather not replace it and find out later it really was something simple." I chuckled, "Sure, no problem. When would be a good time to stop by?" "Anytime Saturday after nine." So Saturday morning found me at her doorstep, a nice little apartment in the suburbs. I wasn't sure why she was asking me to look at it instead of the maintenance guys, but oh well. That became apparent moments later. Patty opened the door in an old tank top, no built in, no liner, no nothing. There were some nice dark circles of nipple there, and it was long enough she didn't need anything under it. "Hey Donny!" "Hey Patty," glad for my sunglasses so I could take the view in. "So where's the victim?" Patty giggled, "Right in here." She led me to the kitchen, and I looked around. There was no dishwasher. "Um." As I turned to her she put her arms around my neck and drew herself to me. My arms naturally went to her waist as she closed for the kiss. And not just any kiss, this was like back in high school when she wanted me to eat her pussy kind of kiss. She pulled back a bit to look at me, then smiled and planted herself on my face again. My hands went to her ass, and I got a nice moan into our kiss. "Dishwasher problem huh?" She giggled, "Well I did have a little flooding problem the other day, but it was after you kept looking at my boobs." I chuckled, "That obvious huh?" as I slipped a hand up and cradled them. "We'll there a lot bigger than they used to be." Patty grinned, "You sure about that?" Then she leaned back dislodging my hand and grabbed the hem of her tank top and lifted it over her head. Yeah, it was all she had on. Her arms went back around my neck and my hand returned to her tit. Cradling it and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her leg hooked mine and began grinning her bare pussy against my hardening cock. I cupped her ass with both hands and she wrapped her legs around my hips. "Bedroom," she gasped between kisses. "Where?" I got out between the next few. She pointed, I carried, then tossed her on the bed with the accompanying screech. I stripped while taking inventory of her after all these years. A little more meat on her as a whole. The hint of sag and stretch marks on her lower belly, but only if you were looking. The big change, pun intended, was her tits. Bigger by at least a cup size, dark brown areola and a true nipple instead of the little pink puffy tip, but that larger cup size also now included a little sag or settlement. That didn't stop her from cupping and playing with them as I shed my clothes. I was going to play and nibble for a while, but as I came to the bed Patty merely opened her legs and arms wide inviting me into her waiting pussy. "Fuck yes," she moaned as I sunk into her. I grinned as my ego took a nice boost. She did fell damn good around my cock. I laid there only for a moment, then backed out a bit to get a good rhythm going. Enjoying watching her tits actually flop a bit instead of the pointed jello jiggle they used to do. But all too soon Patty clamped her legs around me and went into convolutions screaming in orgasm short circuiting any attempt by me to delay my orgasm. Moving my hands from above her shoulders to directly on her tits and just hammering her pussy as I unloaded in her. That just set her off for one last round before collapsing. I rolled to my back beside her, enjoying the slight familiarity of being with Patty, even though we never really went all the way back then. When I wasn't so oxygen deprived, I rolled toward her taking a close inspection of her tits, lightly running my finger around them as they settled to the side a little. Patty sighed and looked down at my playing with her tit, "The wonderful leftovers of pregnancy. I was about four weeks from my due date, and wham. My water broke, the umbilical cord got messed up, and they had to do an emergency DNC. My boobs had started to swell and fill, my nipples darkened. They ached for weeks before they went down. Went from a little AA, up to almost a C, then back down to a decent but floppy A." "I don't know if I'd call them floppy," teasing the tip of her nipple. Patty leaned up on her elbows, letting her tits come back to the center and settle just a little. She gave her shoulders a shake, "Well that sure as hell don't stand up a like they used to." I leaned over and took one of them between my lips momentarily, "Still taste good." Patty laughed and held my head to her tit momentarily, then released me and flipped around to suck my soft cock down, suck and licking until I was too hard to take down her throat, then literally jumped up and turned to impale herself on my cock. A bucking bronco later and she collapsed on my chest, slowly undulating on my hard cock. "I guess I should have asked if there was a significant other I should worry about." I snorted, "Little late for that, but no. I wouldn't be here if there was. A few friends with benefits, but no significant other." Patty grinned, then flipped back around and sucked my cock down like her life depended on it. Sucking and slurping and playing with my balls until I erupted putting my hand on the back of her head as I blasted off. I came back to the world with Patty laying her head on my thigh softy licking my spent cock, a stream of my cum across her cheek. "Sorry about the hand." Patty took my cock in slowly humming, then came back off just as slow. "Don't be, it was hot." \--- That set the tone for the next few months. Whenever we had a chance we fucked like rabbits. Once in a while it was a long slow start, but it always ended up a thigh slapping frenzy. Whenever we went out she was braless, if it was in the evening she would wear a sheer top letting her dark nipples show through. Many a cab driver was treated to my topless girlfriend blowing me with enthusiasm on the way home. After a wild afternoon at RockFest, with Patty topless most of the day and only covering up enough to get a cab home before dropping her t-shirt in the gutter before getting in the cab. A loud sloppy blow job on the way home, and bending over the couch as soon as we got in the door I made up my mind. As we were showering I asked, she screamed, and said yes. I picked her up and impaled her against the wall and fucked her until she screamed again. Her folks were thrilled, and we had to make the requisite trip back to Arkansas. I got her a nice ring, not overly fancy, but not a simple band either so she seemed happy. We were married a little over a year after that, and life plodded on. Me moving up in the company, Patty as well, just not quite as fast, but several good prospects were on the horizon. About four months into our marriage we made a big leap up. Patty got a big promotion, and their investment firm took control of an old high dollar high rise condo. As employees, she had the chance to buy in at a reduced rate on a VERY nice place. We talked it over, and with a little bit of coercion on Patty's part she talked me into it. It's kind of hard to refuse a woman bent over the railing in the sunset with her skirt up around her waist and thong around her thighs. I did kinda enjoy the place, we had underground secure parking, and the condo had all the bells and whistles. Even its own independent security system. We didn't bother turning it on being up on the twelfth floor and the ground floors being secured, but it was nice to know it was there. I both curse and thank that system even today. But we were on our way. Nice place, gorgeous wife that didn't mind showing off her figure. We both put some long hours in at work once in a w

hile, but we still fucked like rabbits when we were together. What could ever go wrong? Uh huh. \--- So every year KU and MU have a rivalry game. It was only for bragging rights, but then it is college football. And since I'm okay with it, but not totally a fanatic, I volunteer to help with security to get in and catch most of it for free. And Reginald being the hard core MU alumnus, wages a little bet on the game with me. Since he lost last year, he had to put me up this year. If I had lost I would have had to do the hull on the yacht. It would be nice not to have to go back across town after the game in traffic and just head home the next morning. Truth be told, I usually camped out with someone on a couch on this side of town anyway. Took a three day weekend with just the guys. So it was raining cats and dogs, looking like the game was going to be postponed. I was sitting up in the lounge playing with our home security system. There had been a few break-ins not far from us. I wasn't particularly worried, but I wanted to get our system up and on line just in case it was needed. It was kinda neat to be able to access the system remotely, moving cameras around, switching from one to another. I played with them freely since Patty was over at a friends this weekend since I was out. I didn't have to worry about her freaking if a camera was moving around like it was following her. I sat at the table playing with the settings, light levels, motion activation sensitivity, that kind of thing. I left everything at max since we didn't have any pets. "Well there he is." I heard from behind me. I grinned, that accent, even in the slightest, still got to me. "Hey Wendy, didn't know they still let you old farts in here," she was two years older than me. I chuckled, she was MU scum, I was KU vermin. "You know you're going to get creamed this year don't you?" "What, by a bunch of pansies? Not happenin'." We were interrupted, "Hay Bob, wanna give me a hand with some bicycle rack?" "Sure thing, be right there." Wendy gave me a look, but I just waived as I went to help Ben move some barricade rack. I made it back, and Wendy was still sitting by my laptop. "Bob?" I grinned, "A nickname from when I was a kid. My grandparents had some property down in the Ozarks, and he taught us to swim the old fashioned way. He tossed us in. It took me several tries to just stay afloat, and he kidded me I was up and down like a bobber. It stuck." She laughed her ass off. And even laughing at me, that British accent still made me tingle. "Well 'Bob', I'd be a bit more careful with your laptop. I like some good porn as much as the next girl, but you would probably do to close your laptop if you're not sitting there." She gave me a squeeze and then went off to babysit the natives. It was looking like we were going to be rain delayed until tomorrow morning. It didn't really sink in, and then it hit me. She said she saw some good porn, but the only thing open on my laptop was the security camera feeds from the condo. SSHHHHIIIIITTTTTT!! I didn't want to, and yet I had to. I hit the rewind, and wished I could have hit the rewind on my life. I watched my wife walk back into the frame naked, followed by several guys. Then she laid back down and they proceeded to fuck the hell out of her. Every hole and usually all three at once. Not bad for a woman that said she was too tiny and I was too big to do anal more than a few times a year. I held out hope she was being coerced, but when I let it play forward it was quite apparent she was a willing participant. I had been on the other end of those heels in my ass for too many years not to know she wanted it harder and deeper. It looked like five or six guys taking their turns with her with one off to the side observing. I couldn't take any more. I slammed it shut, and thankfully the game was called. I followed the guys and we went across the interstate to the bar and I did something I hadn't done since graduating high school. I got falling down, totally plastered, one hundred percent, shit faced. \--- I woke in a motel, a warm soft body curled up in front of me, a big tit in my hand. I was barely awake when my stomach decided to rebel. I threw off the covers and made a mad dash to the bathroom, barely making my sacrifice to the porcelain god. I made it back to the room to see Wendy buttoning my shirt over her huge chest. Well attempting to anyway. There was no way she was going to button the ones between her big tits. Nice hard nipples and dark brown areola just drawing my eye even in my sorry state. She smiled, "So you will live after all." I hung my head, and then realized I was in my boxers, Wendy was in her panties until a few moments ago. "Um Wendy, did I... I mean did we..." Wendy grinned, "Oh you were quite the wild man." I hung my head and groaned. She snickered, "Right until I hauled your ass up here, you puked all over my clothes, and I pushed you in the shower and then into bed." "Ah shit." I looked up at her and she wasn't trying to kill me, she was still grinning. "I'll pay for your clothes, and anything else of course." "It rinsed out, so no problem, and I put the room on your card so you're on the hook. Do you want to get room service before we head back over to the stadium?" My stomach didn't like the sound of that. "OJ and dry toast for me." She ordered breakfast as I dropped onto the corner of the bed. I didn't feel that great, and even worse when I remembered why I got plastered in the first place. Wendy plopped down next to me on the corner of the bed. "Hey, Donny, who's Whitney?" As she said it, said 'Whitney' with that accent, it all came flooding back. I slid off the bed to the floor and cried. Those weeks with Whitney, holding and caressing, seeing her smile, tasting her lips and pussy, feeling her orgasm in my hands... Wendy left me long enough to answer the door for room service, then managed to haul me off the floor and into a chair. She let me blubber for a bit as she put the plates on the table. And then over dry toast, I told her of the first true love of my life. Meeting her beside the bimbos, getting to know her. Her smile, her touch, I grinned but didn't say anything about the hot and wild sex. Her dad was an ambassador to England, her mother a school teacher. She was going to school for business. "So what happened?" I looked at her, "I have no idea." "Really?" She sounded skeptical. "Not a clue. I went to the supply house for some parts, and when I got back she was gone." "And no idea what happened to her?" "Nope. I made some phone calls, Reginald made some calls on my behalf. But nothing. There was one guy that came back from England about the right time, but he was in his mid-thirties and no kids. That was as close as I ever got." I just stared off into space, remembering her standing there in the morning sun in that little micro bikini, the shadow of her tasty nipple as she turned to me. "Did you love her?" she asked softly. I sighed and hung my head, "I didn't realize it at the time, but yeah. Probably the one and only time I truly loved a woman." "And now?" "Now," I sat back and tried to think. "She's probably long forgotten me. Just another summer fling, probably beating them off with a stick with that smile." I sighed, "But I ... I would like to know somehow she's okay, that nothing bad happened to her. You know, something like that." Wendy leaned close and softly kissed my cheek, "You're something else Donald Mason." I snorted, "Yeah, that's probably why I married the skank." Wendy chuckled, then shook her shoulders, "So maybe I should take a run at you then." I smiled and chuckled, "As good as that sounds, I'm still married. And even then I don't know. Remembering Whitney again will take some time to get over." Wendy leaned over and gave me another peck on the cheek. "Yeah, you're one of the good ones," then proceeded to tease the hell out of me. She stood up and turned to the bathroom... and dropped my shirt behind her. That little white thong coming up from between her cheeks the only thing breaking her perfectly tanned back side. I hung my head and groaned. I heard her chuckle just before the bathroom door closed. She reappeared fully dressed, but grinned and shook her tits at me. I shook my finger at her and shuffled to the bathroom and jacked off to the memory of Whitney coming out of the bathroom in just her thong all those years ago. We drove back to the stadium in near silence, and waited in line for parking. "So what are you going to do about Patty?" I sighed, "Hell I have no idea. I mean I'm screwed no matter what. I make way more than she does and have a decent retirement. We don't have much for assets. The condo is financed through her work. I'm pretty much up a creek without a paddle." "And you had no clue?" "Nothing. The proverbial clueless cuckold." She smiled, "Love is blind. But seriously, what do you want to do?" We were just parking, and started walking to the stadium. "In a fantasy world. Expose her for the skank she is, hang all the men from the highest tree. Walk away scott free. Just your typical scorned man, burnt earth answer." She chuckled, "And a few women I know too. So then what?" I sighed, "Ah hell. It's just a fantasy. I'm screwed no matter what. First off I'd have to find a decent attorney, and I don't know any." "Sure you do." "Who?" I looked at her smiling and wiggling her eyebrows. "YOU!" She chuckled, "Well I'm more corporate, but my partner is hell on heels in a divorce court. We could at least see what the possibilities are." "I'm probably going to owe you big time." Wendy grinned and screeched, "I'll get you my pretty!" right out of the Wizzard of Oz. We laughed all the way into the stadium. I was in a better mood than yesterday. I still had a lot of shit to deal with, but I wasn't alone in this. It was made even better with KU trouncing MU. I gave Wendy the IP address and access code for the system so she could download and look at the videos, I didn't want to look at them again. I went home feeling sick, and not because of anything I ate. Patty must have been worn out from her fuck party, she didn't say a word when I didn't try for sex and just went to bed. \--- I got a call around ten Monday morning to meet Wendy for lunch across the street. I was stunned when I stepped into the diner, there was Wendy, but not Wendy. I had always known her in jeans or slacks and some kind of MU logo shirt. Her long blond hair up in a ponytail. This was HOT Wendy in a stunning business suit and skirt sitting next to an equally hot and slightly more voluptuous redhead. Neither one of them afraid to let some nice cleavage show. I somehow managed not to drool in their cleavage and shook their hands. "Donald, this is my partner Janice." "Nice to meet you Donald, and for the record I'm sorry you're going through this." I smiled a little, "I'm not even sure just what all this is right now." They exchanged a quick look, then Janice turned to me. "How do you want this? Soft and sweet, or a punch in the guts?" I took a breath, "That bad?" "I'm afraid so." I mentally braced myself, "Let me have it." There was another quick glance, and Wendy nodded to Janice. "You wife is the company slut, and what you videoed is her making the second mortgage payment on your condo." I thought I was prepared, NO FUCKING WAY! "She's... and... a what?" I started breathing hard, and got up and staggered out the door to the bus bench. A moment later the girls were beside me, then they were leading me to the park next door. I remember Wendy taking my cell phone, and the two of them sitting by me until the world started to slow down. No way in hell it was ever going to quit spinning any time soon. I'm not sure how long we sat there, but I slowly looked at Wendy, then over to Janice. They both slowly nodded. "Fuuuccckkkkk." Wendy snorted, "And then some." We had to laugh, there was nothing else to do BUT laugh. I looked at Janice, "So how did you piece all that together from one video?" She got serious, "One video, multiple sessions over the weekend." I just stared at her. "Now some of this is guess work, but educated guess work. From what we've picked up from the videos, that weekend party was her paying the second mortgage on your condo." "But we don't have a second mortgage." Janice raise her eyebrow. I looked at her for a second, then slumped, "We got it at a steal of a price and through her company." "Uh huh. And from what we've pieced together, she's the company slut. She available to all the executives whenever they want her." "I am totally screwed." "Normally I'd agree with you, but we may have a ringer in the works." "How so?" "You remember the guy standing off to one side in that part of the video you watched?" Wendy asked. I nodded. Janice picked back up, "He seems to be a reluctant participant. In fact we never saw him get undressed or even come close to participating." "So what good does that do?" "Depends on his cooperation and participation level. Worst case he stays out of our way, best case he becomes our inside man." "What's your guess?" "From what we saw on the video, he's not a willing participant. No guarantees, but I would bet he's our inside man." "And then I'm still screwed in the divorce." Janice smiled, "This will never see a divorce court." "How the hell are you going to pull that miracle off, and can I afford it?" Wendy grinned, "Easy, we treat this like a corporate takeover, not a divorce. Make them take ownership of your slut." "WHAT!" She chuckled, "Well not literally, but contractually. Put them in a bind and make them pony up." "You can do that?" Janice took over again, "Not usually, but she's in a whole different zip code with this one. The real question is how far do you want to take this?" "What do you mean?" "Well do you just want to walk away clear, take her down, them down? How far do you want to burn her?" I hate to say it, but something came over me at that thought. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust." "I knew this was going to be fun," she grinned. "Let us dig into this a bit further to solidify things up. We'll get a hold of you as soon as we know more. Go get a burner phone and call us so we can contact you outside of regular channels." I looked at he a moment, then said slowly, "Um Janice. Not to be a wet blanket, but how much do you think this is going to cost me?" She smiled, "Not a penny, we'll take it all out of their end." I grinned, "I like the sound of that." I got a nice hug from both of them, "You go and try to act as normal as you can. This will take a while, but we'll try and end things as quickly as possible." I made it back to work around two, and my PA was glad to see my meeting didn't go as long as planned. I played dumb, that must have been the phone call Wendy made. I was still in a bit of a stupor, but I knew I had help. I also knew that there was no way in hell I was having sex with the skank unless absolutely necessary. I thought about it for a bit, then a simple solution came to mind. I'd take work for a new big project home to work on it in the evenings. So I did that. I came home a little later but not real late. Grabbed the tail end of supper then went to my home office after kissing the skank on the cheek. I was busy every time she stuck her head in the door. In reality I was playing solitaire on the computer. Listening to music, even getting off to some good porn. She really fucked up a good cum. Popping in to check on me while I had a screaming brunette in one ear watching her ride cowgirl on a guy, tits bouncing all over hell. I was thiiiis close to filling the trash can when she stuck her head in the door. Had to back it up and start all over. FUCKING CUNT! \--- That was my routine now. Work a little late and then come home and pretend to be working on the computer. Thursday morning I got a text on my new phone to have lunch at the diner again. It was just Janice, but she was still showing plenty of nice cleavage. She was all grins. "Looks like this Jeremiah is our in. I'm going to set up a meeting and slam him down. Question is, do you want to be there, or let me handle it?" I barely hesitated, "I want to know." "Okay, I'll let you know the date and time. It will be at my office." And I still have to go home to the slut. I 'worked' in my home office Thursday and Friday evenings. It was a good thing I actually had a blueprint open in the background Friday. The slut came in wanting to drag me back to bed. Saturday and Sunday I did something I hadn't done in a LONG time. Since thinking of Whitney reminded me, I went down and worked on the jeep. Now in reality there wasn't a whole lot left to do on the Jeep except cosmetics. Paint and upholstery and a little glass. I had one bulb out, but it wasn't worth pulling the tail light out for a clearance lamp. I took it for a spin Saturday just because I could. Enjoying all the looks and smiles from the old timers that realized just what it was. Sunday I hung my trouble light pointing out and took a nap under the jeep on my creeper. Monday Patty had to 'work late'. I snorted and went to bed early before she got home. I was up and out bright and early Tuesday. I had a few raised eyebrows of the night owl coming in early. I also had a meeting that afternoon at Janice's office. At two o'clock I was sitting off to one side of Janice's desk when the lone man from the video was ushered in. She got up smiling and ushered him to the seat in front of the desk, "Mister Fishbine. Please have a seat." He glanced nervously at me. "Miss Jones. Your message was a bit cryptic, and now," glancing at me again, "I'm wondering if I should have brought council with me." She chuckled as she sat. "I could see how you might get that misunderstanding. But there is no agenda here. We're merely trying to verify some suspicions we have. And you have come to our attention as someone that could do that for us." He relaxed a little. "In fact, we'd like to go so far as to keep it the other way around." "What exactly are you looking for?" "Information. Possibly some help in clarifying a few things down the road, but just information for now." "Such as?" Janice slipped a sheet of paper across her desk. "If you could sign this NDA, we can get right to it." It was a bit flimsy, and it could be broken fairly readily, but it set the tone with him. He looked at it unsure of what to do. "As I said, we are not trying to get anything from you, merely verify some sticky information." "And who said I might be able to help you in this?" She merely pointed to the NDA. He started to pick up the pen, then put it down and pushed the NDA back to Janice. She sighed, "I understand, and no hard feelings. But before you go, could you look at something for us?" as she pushed an upside down still shot taken from my home system. It showed him standing there fully dressed just on the other side of the slut servicing five guys at once. He started to crumple the picture in his fist, "I NEVER TOUCHED HER!" Janice stared right at him as he was boiling, "And we know that. That's why you are being contacted. For clarification of what did happen." She pointed to the NDA again. He glanced between the now crumpled photo and Janice a few times, then reached for the NDA and scribbled his name in a hurry. Then he sat back bracing for the bad news. Janice took the NDA, and smiled. "Thank you. And once again, for the record, we have no interest in pursuing you for anything." You could see him slump in relief. "What are you looking for?" "Mister Mason would like to get some details of his wife's responsibilities at work." He looked wide eyed at me like he was afraid I was going to lash out at him. I merely smiled and nodded. "That way we could better chart a path forward in what will most certainly be a sticky situation," Janice continued. He sat there a moment, then said slowly, "Through or around?" Janice gave a little grin, "I'd love to bowl a three hundred." "And I would be..." "An observer, officiating if need be." He smiled, "So not directly involved in the game?" "Most definitely not. We may have need of an impartial person outside the, shall we say... ruckus." He smiled, "It would be interesting to observe the consequences of such a strong game. What do you need to know?" "Well apart from the home video, most of what we have is educated guesses and supposition. What can you tell us?" He looked at me, "Are you sure you want to know?" I took a deep breath. "Want? No. Need? Yes." And then the lie of the last few years was revealed. I found out what an ass in the air, world class slut, my 'wife' was. Her 'day' started just before clocking out the day before. She would reach into a fish bowl and pull out a tile. Kind of like a blank domino. On that tile was a name, and if they wanted to, a particular act / dress / etc. All the participating bankers had one each, with the executive bankers getting a second one. That told her what to wear the next day. Never anything that actually covered, but from a max of skimpy lingerie, to just her heels. It also told her, by the requestors' name, if she was in for an anal day. I must have made a noise from the looks Jeremiah and Janice gave me. While he didn't know the exact number, he would put an educated guess in at least six or seven that took advantage of anal day, and more than once that day if possible. "So after her injections she start making the rounds, starting with who ever won the drawing the evening before." "Injections?" I asked. "Yeah, she does her saline injections, then makes the rounds." "Injections?" I repeated. "Well yes, in her breasts to give her a boost. One set in the morning and another mid-day unless Murray won. Then she injects every two hours until late afternoon." I sat back stunned, I hadn't really noticed it until he said it, but I did think her tits got bigger every once in a while. I just put it down to monthly bloating. "Then she gets to work." I just groaned. "She does do secretarial work," he added quickly. "Just with a little different uniform." He hesitated, "I've been told she performs other duties, and she's tried to tempt me with oral sex on several occasions." We sat there for a few moments, just the sound of us breathing and the AC. Janice sighed and slid her card across her desk to Jeremiah, "When you get a chance, drop me an email so we might discuss this further. I'd send one to you, but I'm not sure what account to use." He nodded, then stood and walked to the door. He turned to me like he was going to say something, then thought better of it and left closing the door behind him. I stood to leave. "I'll let you know when I know more," she said as I left. It's a wonder I didn't kill myself or someone else on the way home. I would bet I was a total zombie, I have no memory of the drive or going up to the condo. When Patty came through the door all bouncy all I saw was SLUT! She came to me and I just grabbed her, sliding a hand inside her dress and getting a good grip on her tit. Feeling the 'little extra' in them just fueling the fire. She took it for sexual aggression and wrapped her arms around me putting her tongue down my throat. When we broke she pulled back enough to look me in the eye and grin. "There's my man! But, um, I just started on the rag this morning." I got an evil thought, and probably a maniacal grin as I grabbed her ass. "That doesn't have to stop us." Patty gasped, but covered it. "Um, okay, just let me go clean up." "Not necessary, that's what rubbers are for." And isn't it just magical how that appeared in our nightstand after that weekend! I pulled my hand out of her dress and reached back to undo it, letting it fall to the floor leaving her in just stockings and shoes, no garter, no panties, not even a line on her skin from having them on earlier. I grabbed her and put her over my shoulder making her squeal with delight. And again when I tossed her on the bed. "Get one," I said as I started to undress, dropping my slacks before starting on my shirt. She turned her ass to me as she scrambled to the nightstand... I never said where they were. I was kicking my shoes off as she turned back. "Put it on me," I told her as I started on my shirt buttons. In a flash she had it ripped open and was rolling it on my cock as I dropped my shirt. "Assume the position." If this had been one of our usual anal intercourse sessions, she would have laid down the center of the bed with a pillow under her hips. She turned to catch her feet on the edge of the bed and put her ass high in the air before she reached back and spread her cheeks. Today must have been an anal day. I slid right into her ass with almost no resistance, no asking for lube or foreplay to get her ready. Just hollering out for me to fuck her ass. I roared and grabbed her hips and just plain ploughed her. I fucked that ass for all I was worth. I know Patty screamed, I have no idea, and frankly don't care, if it was in pleasure or pain. She gave that ass up on a regular basis to others, it was MINE tonight. Somewhere along the way I filled that rubber to the point I was afraid I would break it, but I just pushed her off my cock, pulled it off and tossed it in the trash not even bothering to tie it off, and staggered into the shower. Patty came in just as I was finishing up. She gave me a few glances, but we never said a word. I dropped into bed and pretended to be asleep when she came to bed. \--- Wednesday morning it was by ritual she went out the door, Patty still giving me little glances. I grinned as I left a little later. As much as I hated the bitch right now, she did have one fine ass to fuck! When I got home that night, before disappearing into my office, I was informed that there was a conference in Chicago Friday and Saturday and she had been selected from the secretarial pool to go. They were leaving Thursday afternoon and returning Sunday afternoon. I passed that on to Janice. Got an email back an hour later. Jeremiah knew nothing about a conference, but the senior execs were headed to a team building retreat. More like team fucking retreat! \--- I also discovered just how devious Janice was. She had some flyers delivered to their offices. Seems the building was up for some Ecco award, and was getting an energy audit. Some UV window sensors and ventilation air flow sensors were being put in place temporarily, and would be removed in a week or two after the energy audit. Friday afternoon, after most of the employees had left since the bosses were out of town for their 'conference', two nice young men with business cards matching the flyer appeared with two large cases. They started putting little flow sensors on the vents, and little black boxes on the windows. Aaaaand a few little ones on shelves where the cameras could pick up what the ceiling and window ones couldn't. In a matter of a few hours, and with complete acceptance and even a little help, the entire office was wired for sound and video. I watched a little bit with Wendy the following Tuesday. The moan and grin on Patty's face as she pumped saline into her tits, the grin as she squeezed them before heading out on her rounds. Walking right into an executive's office and bending over for her first fuck of the day barely ten minutes after clocking in. It was more of the same, and I had Wendy turn it off when I saw her crawl under one of the female executive's desk to eat her pussy while Patty had a foxtail plug in her ass. There were so many fantasies I had of doing things with Patty that were going to be blown to hell and back with these videos. They did go back and put camera's under the desks. They had to be careful with one of them. Seems this exec had one under her own desk so she could feel Patty eat her pussy while she watched it on her own monitor. I got the highlights after that. Like the husband and wife, He'd fuck Patty, then she'd go next door and lay back on the wife's desk to eat her husband's cum from Patty's pussy. Once in a while getting Patty to fuck one or two others before her husband so she could have a 'double' or a 'triple' for lunch. Of course there were the expected anal days and the two and three way sessions. Mostly MMF, but quite a few FFM as well as one all girl four way with toys. I was very tempted to put it out on the internet, but we needed it for my case. Not that I was just sitting on my hands during the two weeks of evidence gathering. No, I was working on my new invention. Aptly called 'Death by a million orgasms.' Those first few weeks of watching porn while being pissed at Patty turned into some interesting research. Wendy and Janice giggled, "You might have to go into the adult toy business after this one." They fought over the prototype base. But this one was special for Patty, I added some upper attachments that they had NO interest in trying out. Patty probably wouldn't have either if she had been with it when she did. I just slipped a little something into her drink to heighten her enjoyment... and mess with her memory. At first I wasn't all that cool with what I was doing. But then I realized she was doing this to herself on a regular basis. The couple of times I did it to her without her remembering more than outweighed the probably hundreds of times she did it to herself without me knowing. Besides, I really wanted it to be a surprise as she got her holes filled! Wendy and Jeremiah had it all arranged, a little demonstration of this wonderful new sex toy called 'Death by a million orgasms.' Even the non office sluts were interested in the ultimate fucking machine. \--- Finally Friday came, as in literally FINALLY. This morning's demonstration would come to a loud conclusion, and hopefully the end of my dealings with the slut. I had to fuck her three times these last week's just to allay suspicions. I wanted to buy a decontamination room. I was setting up the machine when Wendy brought Patty in. She didn't recognize me in my wig and beard. I did have to look, this was the first time I saw her saline filled tits with a full load. Even I had to admit they didn't look too bad. She climbed up on the table and straddled the dildo, sighing as she settled in. "Now if you can lean back into the frame." "Um," Patty said, not wanting to lean back into the straps. Wendy smiled, "It's just for safety. In some of the initial tests the subjects passed out in orgasm. It's just to keep you from getting hurt if it happens to you." "Oh!" and leaned back to let her shoulders be strapped to the frame. "And if you can put your hands behind your back and grip the handles. If you twist them they release the straps if you need to." Patty grabbed the handles and settled in. Wendy put the VR goggles and headphones on. Patty gave a little gasp as we started up the machine. Just a nice slow fuck with a little bit of vibration. "Are you a screamer?" Wendy asked through the headphones. Patty grinned. I heard Wendy chuckle, "Well at home it wouldn't be a problem, but I don't think we want the upstairs neighbors coming down now do we?" Patty shook her head. "Well then let me give you something to suck on for this demonstration. Open wide." Wendy slipped a not so little cock pacifier between her lips. The slut sucked it right in, then she got a surprise. The straps around her wrists tightened down as the ones on her shoulders did the same pinning her leaning back and thrusting her tits up and out. Oh yeah, and Wendy tightened the chin strap of that pacifier effectively holding her mouth shut around it. I grinned, the slut was strapped down and on display. The bankers were coming in the room, each one eyeing the way Patty was strapped in. One of the ladies gasped a bit, the last one through the door licked her lips and her nipples stood out through blouse and light jacket as she took Patty in. "Thank you for letting us demonstrate today. If you'd please take your seats we can get started," Wendy said. "Doesn't seem like much," one of the older men said. I stepped forward, "It's in basically an idle mode right now. She's strapped in with a good audio and visual track and minimal movement on the vibrator." I pointed the remote to the wall monitor and a duplication of what Patty was seeing and hearing came up. Wendy began setting out thin folders in front of each member, "If you will sign the NDA we can begin." Unlike the one Jeremiah signed, these were iron clad holding the individual and the company as a whole responsible for a breach. Once they were signed, and a few hesitantly, Wendy collected them and we began. I grinned and stepped back to the table, "Thank you, now we can get started." I looked at the woman trying to devour Patty with her eyes. "How many times have you worn out your favorite vibrator, because the best setting in the control went out." I looked around the room, "How many times have you used a vibrator on your partner and gotten the wrong angle, or hit the wrong hole?" There were a few gasps and chuckles. "Well with the 'Death by a million orgasms' that will no longer be a problem. What you see before you is what we term the deluxe model. With vaginal, anal, and clitoral stimulators." That got groans from the ladies. "In addition there are several options for breast and nipple stimulation, with many variations of vibration and suction. Nibbling and licking options are available, as well and custom accessories for just about any fetish. Let me demonstrate." I reached for my tablet and tapped the screen, followed shortly by a low moan from Patty. "I've just increased the vibration and penetration from a little wiggle and buzz, to a coarse vibration and a medium penetration, say about seven inches." One of the less endowed men coughed at 'medium penetration'. I tapped the screen again, Patty screeched around her gag. "And there we have the anal attachment." Another screen tap, and the little wand pivoted up in front of her inflamed pussy and pressed to her clit. "And finally the clitoral vibrator." The ladies were wide eyed at Patty in the throes of a nice orgasm. "But then you can get something similar in just about any high end toy shop. So what makes this unit so spectacular compared to those units?" I glanced around the table, everybody's eyes were glued to an orgasming woman in the frame on the table. "What makes this unit special is the ability to sync the unit to your own home videos to relive your favorite session. You have a wild night you want to relive, no problem." I tapped, and a recorded scene from the office was displayed on the wall and in Patty's visor. Everybody gasped, well all except Patty, she had a mouth full of cock gag as the vibrator drove deep in her pussy over and over. "You enjoy getting bent over and having your ass ravaged, go for it." It switched through three scenes of execs practically raping Patty's ass as the dildo did the same to her. She was drooling now. I switched to a few scenes of Patty eating pussy. "While I didn't bring it, we even have a nice licking attachment." A few of the execs started to get up. "If any of you leave your portion of the videos will be on the internet before you get out of the building." As they sat back down, Wendy stepped beside Patty to remove the VR glasses and headphones. She was looking at me, and her eyes went wide as I pulled the wig and beard off. "Oh yes, I bel

ieve I mentioned various fetish attachments. I had Patty's just for this occasion." I tapped the tablet, and the long base in front of Patty opened and two long arms pivoted up in front of her chest... with a syringe and needle on the end of each one. I grinned as she screamed into the gag as the needles entered her tit. Dead center of her nipples! And not the gentle poke she did to the underside of her own tits either. Those evening sessions to get her settings mapped out went perfectly. Even with the ecstasy, she groaned every one of those evenings when we got the penetration and vibration settings just right. Hard and deep into her cervix in her pussy, the head just in and out of her ass on every stroke teasing her ring, and a course vibration on her clit. She passed out orgasming as the saline went into her tits. Only being strapped in kept her from hurting herself. I almost came when the needles pulled from her nipples, a little bit of saline squirted back out for a moment like she was lactating. I muted the monitor, the only sounds were the vibrators and motors fucking Patty, and her whimpers of orgasm, one after another. "So what does this mean to all of you? Well it means that you get to keep your fuck slut." Heads snapped to me on that. "That's right, you keep her, I don't want to see or hear from her after today." "First, you employ her for the next five years with her option to extend for another five. I don't care if she comes in or fucks off. If she's breathing, you're paying." "Second, she releases all claim to anything with my name on it. Mine comes off anything of hers including that fucking condo." "Third, she doesn't contest a fast track divorce. It's filed and it's done. Finally, if I ever hear from the bitch, you all get to make internet stardom." Nothing, no response, just stares as Wendy passed out documents for signatures. I left. I headed back to the condo to pack. They had instructions to put her in a hotel tonight while I vacated the condo. Many trips and trash bags later I had the back of the Expedition filled. A few boxes of things from my office, the tow bar on the Jeep, and I was out of there. I pulled into the motel a little before midnight, and was crashed on the bed a half an hour later... fully dressed. Somewhere in the middle of the night I woke long enough to strip and shower and fall right back in bed. \--- I got a text the next morning to come over to Wendy's when I was back with the living. I didn't recognize the address, and just followed the Garmin. Fuuuuucckkk... Lake Quivira! I made my way through trying not to hit anything while I gawked. I pulled up to a very nice place near the south end. And out popped Janice! Turns out I'm just as with it as most men. When Wendy said partner, I assumed lawyer partners. It never dawned on my they were life partners as well. I had a nice pair of big tits pressed into my chest in a tight hug, and then watched bouncing cheeks in short shorts as we went up the steps to the house. DAMN! Wendy wasn't playing fair either. An old thin tank top and loose silky shorts. I sat as quickly as possible to hide my hard on. We sat around eating good burgers and chips, just general bullshitting. Until the meal was done... "So Donald, now that the shit is starting to flow downhill, what's your plans?" I looked back at Wendy, "I have no idea. I mean I have to find a place, get back to work, probably muddle through for a while and see where I wind up." She smiled, "Well at least you're not too pressed to go back to work." "Huh?" Janice glanced at Wendy grinning, then turned back to me. "We put a one million dollar payout in their paperwork. It's over ten years so don't spend it all at once, but you should be able to get a good start on things." I was stunned, "A million?" Janice smiled, "Something to get a good start on life with." I smiled, then snorted. "Hell, that's what I thought we were doing." I sighed, "I guess I'm lucky Patty didn't get pregnant, we were trying for the last several months. My luck she'd have gotten pregnant from one of the assholes and I'd have wound up raising someone else's kid." Wendy looked at Janice, then slowly back at me. "She got her tubes tied after the abortion." I got kicked in the gut again and I'd already booted the bitch out. "She told me she mis-carried." We got falling down drunk, and somewhere along the way I was dumped into a bed. \--- We partied Sunday, just not quite as hard. I actually remembered crawling into bed on my own. Monday I probably looked like hell at work, and just stayed buried in my cubicle all week. Wendy drug me back to their place the following weekend. \--- I managed to arrive late morning on Saturday, they had a little buffet set out and I munched a bit. "So are you back with the living Donny?" Janice asked. I snickered, "Reasonable so. She grinned and wrapped her arms around Wendy, "So did she turn you gay or do I still have to worry about you trying to steal my girlfriend?" I laughed, I kicked my head back in a roaring laugh. "No, I'm definitely NOT gay. I still have my firm desire for the opposite sex." "Ah hell," and wrapped her arms around Wendy and went tonsil hunting. It took those two a while to come up for air. "Don't get her started, she can go from snogging to shagging in the blink of an eye." I just chuckled deciphering the code. Wendy snuggled in under Janice's arm. "So you have any good prospects yet?" I snorted, "I just dumped the bitch a week ago. I've barely made it out of my apartment." "What about kids? I mean with what she did, you still want kids?" I sighed, "Yeah. If I ever find the right woman. Sure." Wendy opened her mouth to say something, stopped, then continued. "If you could go back in time and make one past relationship work the way you wanted to. Who would it be?" I grinned, "Easy, Whitney." "Why?" I was still grinning thinking about her. "You mean besides that damn accent that drives us nuts?" "Oi!" Janice groaned and turned Wendy for another nice kiss. I chuckled. "It was just that everything was perfect with Whitney. We laughed and smiled together. The twinkle in her eye, the way she carried herself. So confident in herself. We even started completing the other's sentences." Wendy got an evil grin, then reached over and cupped Janice's big tit and tweaked her nipple making Janice gasp and then groan. "What about the boobs? You blokes are always going for the big boobs. You said she was a bit small chested." I smiled remembering Whitney laid out on the bed, hair fanned out, knee kicked up, her small firm mounds drawing me like a magnet. "No, hers were perfect on her." Wendy raised an eyebrow and tweaked Janice's nipple again. "Seriously. Yes we notice big tits bouncing and moving. But that's temporary unless it's what we like. It's more about the woman they're attached to, the attitude that goes with them. You get a woman that doesn't like her body, big or small chest, it shows through. I'll take a woman comfortable with her figure over a big pair like yours any day." "That's good to know Bob," I heard in that lovely British accent behind me. I turned my chair to see a gorgeous woman standing there in a light tank top and short skirt with a beaming smile. It took me a moment, "Whitney?" She smiled even brighter, "Hello Bob." "What... How... It's really you?" She nodded. I'm not sure I even touched the ground as I went to her, wrapping my arms around her holding her tight and never letting her go. The feel of her in my arms, her scent, it all took me back to the boat. I let go just enough to pull back and look her in the eye. "It really is you." She grinned, bit the edge of her lip just like I remember her doing, then gave me a light peck on the lips. LIGHT PECK HELL! I wrapped my arms around her again and gave her a kiss to rival all kisses ever given! She hesitated a moment, then wrapped her arms around me thoroughly returning my kiss. When we broke the kiss, she snuggled under my chin. "There's something I need to tell you Bob." "I don't care what it is. No matter what, only that you're here." She pulled back smiling, but shook her head. "This is something important." I didn't let her go, "Okay, then tell me. Whatever it is it will be okay." "It would be easier to show you," and pulled back from me a bit. I didn't want to let her go, and glanced at Wendy and Janice smiling on the love seat. Wendy nodded, and I did the hardest thing I have ever done. I let go of Whitney. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." "Not a chance in hell." Whitney grinned and gave me another quick peck on the lips and barely escaped my arms to pull her back in tight. I watched those swaying hips and her swishing skirt until I couldn't. I turned to look at Wendy and Janice for help. I got a chorus of, "You'll see." I turned back when I heard Whitney's heels, and she was leading a small girl by her side. "Bob, I'd like you to meet Roberta... your daughter." Okay, that was totally out of left field. My legs gave out and I dropped to the chair and stared at her. She was the most gorgeous little girl, she was going to be a heart breaker, I could see Whitney in her. And I grinned, and she was mine! She was walking toward me, "Hello." Oh I'm a gonner. "Are you really my daddy? Mummy has shown me pictures of you." I really am a gonner, she has her mother's accent. I looked up at Whitney, eyes watering and hands tented over her mouth and nose. She nodded ever so slightly. I looked back at Roberta, "I think so." She grinned and stepped to me, "That's brill!" I kneeled down and scooped her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I soon had another pair of arms from Whitney around the both of us. I don't know how long we stood there, and somewhere along the way I shifted Roberta to one side and Whitney moved to the other for a three way hug. I somehow managed to sit and keep my girls beside me. Whitney under one arm and Roberta on my lap. "How did you?" I asked Wendy looking back and forth between her and Whitney. Wendy grinned, "Sorority sisters. I heard all about this handsome bloke from the states that swept her off her feet, and then broke her heart." We sat and began unraveling the confusion on both sides. Wendy had already relayed the name confusion. Whitney had just come back from Brighton... Australia, not England. I went to KU, not MU. She had overhead the conversation I had with Carry that morning. "But we were just bullsh..." I got a raised eyebrow and a look at Roberta in my lap. "Just talking. I mean, remember Carrie. Petite little Carrie and what Carry said." Whitney sighed. "I did a few months later when I heard something similar about someone else. But at the time it was all I heard. When I discovered I was pregnant I went back, but they were gone." I chuckled, there had been a wild fire, and the propane tank explosion debris ripped the top off the marina office. Carry and Carrie decided it was a sign and decided to take the money and retire leaving some kid to lease the docks and such instead of rebuilding. We spent the afternoon filling in the little details. I was worried about what Whitney would think about what I did to Patty, but she just laughed. "Serves her right messing with my man!" Whitney caught herself up short and looked at me. I just smiled and cupped her jaw and kissed her softly. For some reason my hand started migrating down her chest towards... I was intercepted, a glare at me, and then a glance at Roberta. I just smiled and shrugged, she rolled her eyes at me. For the next few hours we had a double conversation, with me and Whitney mixing in whatever double entendre we could come up with. We evidentially we didn't hide that last one. Roberta looked up at us, "Are you and Mummy talking about shagging?" Whitney screeched, Wendy and Janice broke out laughing, I just turned a million shades of red. "Come on pumpkin," Wendy said to Roberta, "Let's go feed the ducks." "YEAH!" and scrambled off my lap and launched toward the kitchen. As soon as I heard the front door close I turned Whitney and brought her to my lap and my lips. But I could only take so much of being this close and not having her. I got one hand under her butt and stood heading for the stairs. Whitney just held on tighter, only putting her feet down once we were in the room. I was going to slowly undress her and do it right, but Whitney was shucking her clothes like they were on fire. A moment later I was right behind her. When she lay back with her arms spread like she had on the yacht I stopped cold. All the frenzy died. I leaned down and began kissing her ankle, slowly working my way up her leg. I made it as far as mid-thigh before I was interrupted. Whitney grabbed my hair and pulled me up between her legs and wrapped them around me. "We'll have time for that later," she panted in my ear. I backed up and slid into a tight wet pussy. Feeling Whitney clamp down on me and grunt as I bottomed out in her. I only paused a moment as we were a pair of rutting wild animals. Grabbing and holding, kissing and groping until we came in a screaming fit together... I was lying beside Whitney trying to catch my breath. I grinned looking over at her chest heaving beside mine. Those lovely little points standing up firm and proud. Maybe a little bigger than I remember, her nipple and areola a little darker, a bit more pronounced nipple. "Blokes and boobs..." Whitney giggled. I snickered and rolled over to capture it with my mouth. That giggle turned into a groan as her arms surrounded my head. We would probably have continued to round two, but a screeching little girl downstairs reminded us of where we were. I had to stare as Whitney got dressed. Only a little thong under her dress, those lovely little points deliciously bare under her blouse. Those same points showing through just enough drawing me back to her. Whitney snorted, Roberta screeched downstairs the moment I got my hand on her tit. I got a nice kiss and we made our way back down. Roberta totally forgotten her shagging question, but the grins from Wendy and Janice said they didn't. I could only groan when all three of them looked at me after I put Roberta to bed. She fell asleep in my arms as I read to her, and it took three tries to slip her from my arms and under the covers before she stayed asleep. "What?" I asked. "Nothing!" came the soft three way chorus. I shook my head and wrapped my arms around Whitney from behind. **After** As in happily ever after. I emailed my boss and told him with everything that went on with Patty, I needed to take a week off. And I did, I needed to spend a week with Whitney and Roberta to wipe the skank from my memory. We went all over Kansas City, did everything we could together. Roberta took her afternoon naps in my arms and on my chest. I spent the nights with Whitney in my arms and on my chest... and riding my cock and sitting on my face and... All too soon the week was over and we had to get back to the real world. But we had plans, and we would talk or email daily. She had to get home to her parents, actually in England this time, and I had to get to work. We burned up the airwaves with Skype. I had morning breakfast here while they had lunch in the UK. I read Roberta a story on my afternoon break for her evening bed time. I tried to get Whitney to buy one of those remote controlled OhMyBod vibrators. She grinned and shook her finger at me, "You cheeky bugger." She looked over her shoulder to make sure the coast was clear, then flashed her tits at me. I just grinned. \--- I month later I was on a plane to London to spend two weeks, and then hopefully the rest of my life, with Whitney. I saw the girls waiting beyond customs, with Whitney barely holding Roberta back. As soon as I cleared she released the hound. Roberta came running and screaming "Daaaaaadddiiiieee." I dropped to my knees and held my arms out for her, it took quite a while before I could see well enough to stand. I even got a nice kiss from Whitney. "So this is the scoundrel that broke my daughters' heart," I heard from behind me. I turned to see a proper English gentleman standing with his thumbs hooked in his vest pockets. "Daddy," Whitney whined. The lovely older woman beside him slapped his shoulder. He cringed and shielded his head with his arms, "Bloody hell, can't a bloke have a bit of fun?" Roberta giggled, "Gran pa pa is funny." We loaded my bags, and I cringed the whole way home. I've seen it, but experiencing driving on the wrong side of the road for the first time with a mad man behind the wheel is not for the faint of heart. Her dad pulled up in front of a small mansion and I was finally able to release my grip on the door handle. We barely got out of the car, and her dad was being drug away for something. The life of an ambassador. \--- We were enjoying the day, a trip into town with my family. Roberta had just had her afternoon snack and was starting to settle down. I crooked my finger at her and she came bouncing over. I cupped my hand and whispered in her ear. "Do you remember what you asked me the first time you saw me?" She grinned nodding, then cupped her hand to my ear but did NOT whisper," Are you really my daddy?" I heard Whitney's parents chuckle. I was getting 'the look' from Whitney. I whispered back to Roberta. "Do you think we should make it for real?" She pulled her head back grinning and nodding like a bobble head. I took her hand and lead her to where Whitney was sitting. But instead of handing Roberta off, I kneeled. "Whitney Fisher, will you marry me?" Whitney gasped, then put her hands to her mouth and nose before slowly lowering her trembling hand to mine and was nodding just like Roberta had done earlier. I slipped my grandmothers ring on her finger, then kissed her palm. She was wrapped around me as her folks were applauding along with Roberta trying to decide between clapping and hugging my leg. I picked her up and we had our first official three way family hug. Soon to be a five way hug with her parents joining us. \--- They drove me to the airport, and I still clung to the door for my life. Her parents waited in the car with Roberta while Whitney walked me in. I held her tight enjoying her lips and seriously thinking about saying fuck it and staying here. But we had a plan. Whitney had two more months of class, and then she was flying to the states with Roberta. I had two months to find an apartment for the three of us. Wendy had veto power on the apartment... sheeesh! We had the next year to make the official plan while she completed her degree in the US. Oh boy did we come up with a plan. \--- "Oi! Bobby boy. Quit ogling 'er bum and get to cookin'" "I ain't looking at her ass. And she's getting fatter by the day." There was a few gasps from a few newbies nearby. "No shite, an' it's all yer fault too!" I came around the end of the counter and wrapped my hand around Whitney from behind and began rubbing her growing belly. "Damn straight! Wanna practice some more?" She gasped and turned to me shaking her finger and grinning, "Damn Yanks!" she said pulling away. \--- This was our second year in running the 'Painted Lady' and it looked like we would be very close to being in the black by the end of the season. It started off innocent enough. After the girls came back to the US we made a trip back to where it all started. Uncle Kyle still had his cabin, and we based out of there. We stopped by the marina for old times sake... and were sadly disappointed. The marina was still there, but in much need of regular maintenance. The guy running the place had a camper parked next to one of those prefab sheds. He rented a few off brand runners, but if you ran out of fuel, needed anything for your boat, or just wanted to get some basic supplies he had a list of local places posted on the shed. I probably grumbled about it for a few days remembering all the good times I had as a kid around there. Finally Whitney couldn't take my grumbling any more. "So what would you do about it?" she asked as she sat straddling my lap. I put my hands on her bare waist and gave her a quick peck before kicking my head back chuckling. "Hell babe, I don't know. They had a good operation going there. But after this long, could it even come back." "Assume it could." I blew my cheeks out. "Well the marina itself pays the taxes with slip rental and such. It's the extras at the office that are the gravy, all the Jet Ski rentals and such. Even then you're competing with all the other guys around the shore for the same customers." "No way to corral that business?" "Not really, the hot spot is party cove, and there's nothing around there." "Nothing?" "Well not really. It's a private cove for the most part. Really only accessible from the water. The residents around it do their best to discourage access." "So you're locked out. Like land locked in reverse?" "Yup, unless you want to put something directly... on... the water." I looked up at my genius fiancé. "What?" "The thing to do would be to put a satellite store directly on the water." "Keep going." "Like a deck boat or something. Sell fuel and supplies, maybe even a snack bar or something." "And beer?" "Possible. The fun part would be finding a spot to anchor. You'd be limited on supplies in coolers without shore power. Not sure if it is even feasible." I looked at her grinning. "But you're thinking about it aren't you?" she said. I shrugged my shoulders. Whitney gave me a soft kiss, "So run the numbers, do the research. At least then you'd know if that duffer is really barely making it, or just faffing off to just get by." Well our first call was to Carry and Carrie. They were thrilled someone was taking an interest in it. They had received enough calls from old friends about the state of the place that Carry was thinking about coming out of retirement. Carrie was not happy about that thought. They emailed us a copy of the last three years of books from before the explosion and Carrie was hoping for a return call. I guessed pretty good. The marina made the basics with a little bit more than I had thought left over. The store and rentals were definitely the gravy with the rental and fuel being the top of the cake. The little convenience store corner was basically a write off to break even. Carry had tried for a liquor license, but the city denied it for both retail and by the drink. But if we were on the water all we would have to deal with are the state and coast guard. But on the water meant a power problem. But on the water meant liquor and higher profits. Quite the Catch-22. Some further investigation was in order. It was late enough in the season that party cove was dormant, so we decided to take Roberta with us. Whitney still scowls at me to this day. I rented an air boat. Whitney wasn't too sure, and Roberta was all grins. We had just barely gotten moving and Roberta was screaming out, "Faster daddy, faster!" We zipped out and around on the lake for a bit before I headed around the point to check things out. As I suspected, further up the point the pickings were pretty slim... but! The old Sanderson place had the remains of a fairly long dock, and it was far enough in from the point to be feasible. Now if we could just convince Carl. We met him for supper, but it wasn't going very well. He did not appreciate all them youngin's making so much noise. And that loud music. Whitney put her hand on my arm to stop me as I was going to try another tact and took over. "Yeah, I can see how that would be a bother. All those topless and naked women being brought even closer to your place could be a real distraction." He looked at Whitney, "Nekked?" Whitney sighed, "Well you know how kids are these days, so competitive. I mean we almost have to have the wet t-shirt competitions to get the guys in to buy the beer. And then the girls get a few drinks in them and it just spirals from there. from wet t-shirt, to topless, and all too often it winds up a naked grind fest in order to win the competition." Carl gulped. "And then there is the problem of finding impartial judges too. I mean every guy is going to vote for his girl if he expects to get laid. So then we have to find someone that is willing to endure the torture of having to watch those girls and pick a winner." "Um... just what... what are you proposing?" I grinned, she had him! We came to a tentative agreement, pending on what we found to float in. We would put a power and fresh water feed in out to a buoy far enough off shore to keep from being entangled in the city and county. For a to be determined percentage, he would get a reserved seat at the bar, be the head judge in any contest he desired, and get his food and drink at cost to be deducted from his percentage. So we started looking at boats, but anything with a useable surface and capacity was going to be outrageous. Then we lucked out. There was a company that went bankrupt in western Kentucky that had some 'mini' river barges they used to run things up a few of the smaller tributaries. After a few serious talks we came to a decision and I took a good chunk of my 'slut employer' money and we purchased the smallest one they had and had it brought up to the lake. At nearly a hundred feet long and thirty five feet wide, small was a relative term. The guy running the marina didn't appreciate us floating it into the big slip on the far end, but part of the lease of the marina was a slip for Carry or any friends to use whenever they wanted. And Carry never specified what slip. The rest of my 'slut employer' money went into storage and equipment. Most of the hull for dry storage, but a fair amount for cold and frozen storage. We also had to put in fresh and black water storage tanks to satisfy the state health department. Some time with some square tubing and a welder made an awning to put our bar and grill under, the grill area separated our by the drink from the package store. Some used restaurant equipment gave us a basic grill area. We had an arrangement with a convenience store up the road to use him and his supplier for our supplies, and arrangements with the local distributor for beer and liquor. We had fuel tanks on one end along with their containment bases. Diesel, gas, and propane. The propane was mainly for us, but we had a wet leg to fill BBQ cylinders if need be. We thought we were all set for spring when Carry would give the duffer the news that his lease was not being renewed. We weren't even close. By the end of the first day our 'weeks supply' of every chip and snack we had was sold out. The by the drink was a wash, and I had used almost half of my weeks supply of beef and fries. We scrambled with emergency orders and scraped by that first week. By the end of the second month both the beer and food distributors had decommissioned refrigerated trailers parked at the marina, and I had begged and horse traded for a third refrigerated trailer for the summer to keep my miscellaneous stuff in that needed to be out of the heat. Carl on the other hand was having the time of his life, he even shaved! He held court at the end of the bar admiring all the topless women come and go, he totally hated having to judge the contests. And was totally put out when some young lady needed a ride back to the marina to get something from her car. I also knew we needed help. Whitney and I were dog tired and hadn't made love in several weeks. Hell I'm not sure what day it was other than it wasn't Tuesday only because there were no deliveries. We hired a cook and another waitress and took the mornings off for the next two weeks. We made it through the summer, and I for one was glad of a shorter summer season on the water. I shuddered to think we would have had at least a month or so still open if we had been on land. I also knew we had a major refit to do over the winter. The bar was being cut in half, the table area doubled. I had to build a cooler area on the main deck for the kegs and cases of beer. Going to the hold storage all the time was getting real old, so it was either that or a lift system of some sort was a must have. The diesel tank was history, as we only filled one boat all season. The five hundred gallon gasoline tank was the only thing that was about right. The kitchen was getting a second grill and three more deep fryers with a second five hundred gallon propane tank to feed them. We had to shut down a week earlier than planned because we ran out. We could shuttle our own gasoline, but had to pull anchors and have the barge pushed to shore for a propane fill. And then there were all the changes in the hold. All that wasted dry storage area was being converted to freezer and cold storage. So much for taking the winter off! So while the barge was being dry docked we hopped a plane for London to see her folks and get reacquainted with our daughter. That was also the winter we became officially 'The Painted Lady.' "So what do you think honey?" I heard behind me. I turned, and nearly fell off my chair. "Damn that's hot!" We had a bit of a difference of opinion with the local officials as to if the girls could go topless or not. My hot little wife had done some digging, and found quite the compromise... BODY PAINT! She had a 'regular bikini' painted on, and yet it hid absolutely nothing! I could see every little bump and ripple on her tits and nipples. She pulled her hair to one side and turned her back to me. "Should we have them paint the strings in, or just leave the back bare?" "ARGH!" I roared and grabbed my wife. Flipping her to her back and yanking her thong down. I grabbed thighs and proceeded to bounce her little tits as hard as I could until she came in a screaming orgasm followed by my flooding her pussy. The next year we were a big hit, and not a bikini top in sight. There was quite a variety of bottoms, but every top, and I mean EVERY top, came from a bottle. And Carl was there every morning to supervise the painting of the tits. The girls took great delight in teasing him as he ogled their tits. The only exception was our bartender. She had decided to go old school and get a few sets of Burlesque tassels. And she took great delight in the tips she got when she gave them a twirl. Betting some of the new people if she could or couldn't, and then how long she could keep them going. I enjoyed the Christmas in July when she changed the tassels out for bells! It seems like even when she stood still, those monster tits would start swinging and jingling the bells. Mmmm, but those weren't the only tits that had my attention. There was a smaller set, but infinitely more interesting. Interesting in that they were getting bigger and bigger. Tastier and tastier. \--- It was getting near the end of the season and it was going to be a toss-up if we closed for the season, or Whitney had our baby first. I didn't let her pull away, I kept my hands under her belly making her giggle as I nuzzled her neck. "You know I'm going to have to give them a thorough check up again tonight. I'd swear that you're starting to lactate." "Only after ye shag me bum you ornery yank," she said with a grin. I squeezed her ass, "Damn you drive a hard bargain." She reached between us, "Better be nice and hard." I groaned, she snickered. I love my wife, I love my wife. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled that ass at me, then flipped her skirt up just long enough for me to see the big crystal headed butt plug between her tanned cheeks. DAMN I love my wife! \--- And so we spent the next several years of our life. Winters in Tennessee with her parents, dad now retired. Thankfully we had a small house off to one side of his property. The wild sex when Whitney runs around naked and scantily dressed might get a bit embarrassing. I just grin when I can make her scream in orgasm. Come late January or early February we take a two week cruise to be 'alone'. Our real reason is so Whitney can show off, and I can show her off. She packs all silky boxers for me, I set out ONE bra for her. And ONLY one. She is only 'allowed' to wear it to and from the airport. It usually comes off in the cab on the way! I have an entire two week vacation of Whitney dressed in sheer tops and dresses. The evening dinner dresses are a little more on the translucent side, but we make sure to sit where the light is just right and just happens to light up her chest! All bikinis are translucent, and transparent when wet. We were scolded for not staying in the adults' area the first cruise. Seems too many ladies were not appreciating their men with tongues hanging out looking at my hot wife. Sucks to be them! Going up to the European deck so she can be topless is heaven. She snickers at my hard on when she wears one of those bottoms that the strings go up over her shoulders. The evil woman wraps the strings around her nipples and tugs on them whenever I look at her. And even being able to see right through any top she had on, every picture I took on vacation had to have two more just like it. The first regular, then one with her top pulled aside or up to flash her tit, and a third flashing whatever butt plug she had in. Every night I was 'forced' to fuck my wife's ass. And it was usually after I shot my first load deep in her pussy or down her throat so she could have a long deep ass fuck. But she sure was a messy eater, letting my cum dribble out of her mouth and down on to her tits. The look on one of our dinner table companions when she realized what was on Whitney's lips and chest at dinner was hilarious! I think her husband was jealous, I just wanted to go back to the room and do it again before the evening theater show. We usually sat in back so Whitney could open her top and cuddle against me while I groped her tits. We ALWAYS got excellent bar service for some reason. If she was I a real ornery mood, she'd take an ice cube from her drink and run it across her nipples while the guys eyes were glued to them. I chuckled the one evening we had a waitress instead of a waiter. She was either bi or les, she grinned at me playing with Whitney's chest, 'Tasty!' she said softly. She pouted when I told her Whitney was all mine. I had to cover my mouth when Whitney dropped between my knees to suck me down when the waitress left. I bit my jacket when she made me blast all over her tits... again! I grinned when the waitress returned later and looked like she wanted to lick Whitney's chest clean. Whitney leaned back against me after the waitress left, "Well it was either that, or pop my plug out and sit down on your dick to fill my ass." I looked down at cum covered tits. She truly is an ornery British wench! \--- *And now for my disclaimers which were inspired by JimBob44, thanks for the inspiration. 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. If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data. And, yes, I suck. Go have yourself a warm and fuzzy day. BTW, you only get to comment on spelling and grammar if you are volunteering to be an editor. Those comments and rants will be deleted, you've been warned. AND DON'T FORGET TO VOTE!* {Storytellers note: I am looking for a female proof reader for a story in the works. If you happen to be blessed with a small chest, so much the better!}

Title: The Name Is Black, Jet Black, Part One by Wolfie Steel Tags: Biker Mice, Character Development, Mouse, Story Progression, Story Series The Name Is Black, Jet Black. Chapter 1. By Vinnie Van Daz (aka Wolfie Steel) This Story was inspired by my love of both The Biker Mice From Mars and also James Bond, and also was one of the first outings for a very well known pair of Wolves, enjoy. A little background is in order; Commander Jet Black is a mouse with, surprise, surprise, jet black fur. We also see Matt Bond. Matt and one of the Biker Mice, Throttle, have found the commander being beaten to within an inch of his life, they rescue him and bring him back to our home on the Isle Of Man, where he meets the now infamous Vinnie Van Daz. Commander Jet Black has been living as part of my extended mice family for a month now, the injuries that he received in his fight with the thugs, though not completely healed, were well on the way to completely healing. The guys and I had all decided to have one of our famouse James Bond marathons and had asked Commander Black if he wanted to join us. "Sure, I would love to join you, back on Mars we are able to receive your TV broadcasts, and have been able to for many years, so I've kind of grown up with James Bond.", Came the commander's reply. The James Bond marathon was about to begin, but there was no sign of Jet, I decided to go and look for him, because after all I knew that he wouldn't want to miss a single movie. I eventually found the Commander in his room. "Jet, are you coming we are about......" My sentence tailed off as I laid eyes on the sight that stood before me, the Commander completely dressed up as James Bond, including and imitation Walther PPK handgun. He gave me the trademark James Bond look and then uttered those immortal words. "The name is Black, Jet Black." I stood there completely in awe at how good Jet looked. "Oh my god Jet, you look fantastic. We have never actually dressed up as characters from the films, maybe we should?" I made my way to town and bought a whole heap of James Bond movie costumes and then returned home, I walked into the living room where the rest of the guys were all sat. "You know guys, why don't we all dress up as characters from the James Bond movies?" The guys all thought that it was a great idea, and made their way to the pile of costumes that I had bought, and then they disappeared to get themselves ready. Two hours later, and time for the big reveal and oh my god what a reveal. Modo had dressed up as Jaws, Hawk, because of his stature, had dressed up as Odd Job, complete with bowler hat, Charley, well she could really only be Miss Money Penny, Throttle was dressed up as M, Vinnie had dressed up as Alec Trevelyan (aka 006), Matt, of course got to be Fransisco Scaramanga, (aka The Man With The Golden Gun), owing to the fact that Throttle had bought him a replica of the actual golden gun, Josh became Ernst Blofeld, and me well I became Q. We all looked fantastic, and then came the main event; standing at the top of the stairs was Jet, complete with the James Bond pose. Again he uttered those immortal words. "The name is Black, Jet Black." There was much cheering and whistling as everyone congratulated each other on how good they looked as their character. Jet made his way over to where I stood. "Hello Q, have you got some sort of gadget that will allow us to watch the movies?" I immediately go into character as Q. "Oh grow up 007, now I want these DVD's kept in pristine condition." Jet then replies. "You can trust me Q." From me there could only be one retort. "Yes, that's usually my first mistake." We all fell about laughing at the attempt by Jet and me at a little 'Bond' roll play, after the laughter had died down, we all made our way into the living room and took our seats, ready to watch the first movie in the marathon, which would be "Dr No". We had now spent four hours watching the movies, so I decided that it was time for a break. "Would any of you guys like a drink?" Again Jet replied as only his character could. "I'll have a root beer, shaken not stirred." This reply gained a mischievous look from me as I made my reply. "You'll have a thump from me if you keep this up!" Again the sound of hearty laughter filled the room. After our intermission, we all sat down and began the second part of the marathon, the movie to begin part two of the marathon was "For Your Eyes Only", as the movie's beginning credits began to roll, a sudden silence descended on the room, and that is how it would remain for the rest of the marathon. It was now 4 am and the end credits of the last movie, "Casino Royale", were rolling, I reached for the remote and stopped the DVD, and made sure that all the DVD's were back in their respective boxes and placed back in my locked glass cupboard, these were the only DVD's of mine that got this treatment as they were my pride and joy. After locking the cupboard, the guys and I all said goodnight to each other and went to our rooms to bed. We had all now been asleep for about three hours, when I was awoken by the sound of one of the guys moaning and groaning, so I got out of bed and put my dressing gown on and exited my room to try and see if I could find which of the mice it was that was doing the moaning. It didn't take much detective work on my part to find the cause of the noise, I stood outside Jet's room and could hear him talking in his sleep, I realised that he was just having a bad dream, and I began to make my way back to my room. It was then that Jet said something that made me stop dead in my tracks, he called out the name Drax, I didn't want to intrude, but if he kept this up, the whole house would be awake, and I would have my hands full of tired and irritable mice. I quietly entered Jet's room, I walked over to the side of his bed and placed a hand on his shoulder and just gave him a gentle rock. "Jet, Jet, come on bro, wake up." Jet woke up with a start; his fur was absolutely covered in sweat droplets. "Vin, oh thank god it's you bro." "Jet, that must have been one intense dream, do you wanna tell me about it?" "Hell no, you would think that I was just being stupid and you would laugh at me." "Oh Commander, you still have a lot to learn about me. There is no way that I would laugh at you and as for thinking that you are stupid, trust me, I don't. I'll let you into a secret, I had the same experience with Vinnie sometime back, he had an intense dream, but I managed to help him out, so why don't you give me a chance to help you out?" "Ok here goes, it all stems from our James Bond movie Marathon. I'm James Bond and I'm on board Drax's Moonraker Shuttle, I know now that it was all a dream, but at the time it seemed so real." I managed to settle the Commander back to sleep, even though by now it was daylight outside, and I made my way back to my bed and stayed there until 11.00 am. I awoke at 11.00 am and made my way downstairs to get myself a drink and maybe a little late breakfast, I entered the kitchen and found Jet sat at the kitchen table, Daniel the chef had made Jet a cup of soothing herbal tea. Daniel greeted me in his usual way. "Good morning sir, if you will forgive me saying so sir, you look as though you could drink a cup of my herbal tea too." "Ah Daniel, your legendary herbal tea, I like the sound of that my friend and I would indeed love a cup, if you would be so kind." Daniel made me a cup of herbal tea and placed it in front of me; I took a sip from the cup and could instantly feel myself beginning to relax. Daniel could see that Jet and I needed some time to talk, so he left the room and closed the door behind him. "Remind me to give Daniel a raise; he always knows how to make a mouse relax, though in your case Jet, I see that you are still a little tense." "Vin, I'm sorry for waking you up earlier, it's just that the dream that I had seemed so real, I actually felt as though I was there, playing the roll of James Bond." " Jet, don't think that you are alone in having such realistic dreams, I have never told anybody this, but I too have been plagued by the realness of a dream, to the extent that I felt that I was going to die. Now that I see that you are prone to realistic dreams, maybe next time we have a James Bond Movie marathon, once it is finished, maybe we could all just sit with a cup of Daniel's herbal tea, to help us all get a peaceful sleep, and you may rest assured my friend that the only people that know of your affliction are you, me and Daniel, and that is how it will remain." We could both now hear the tired stumbling of many mice heading towards the kitchen. "Oh well, there goes my stock of Root Beer." Both Jet and I began to laugh, as many bottles of the mice's favourite drink began to disappear from the cupboard. A wry smile spread across Jet's face. "So, I guess if I'm James Bond, then I get to make eyes at the lovely Miss Money Penny." Matt heard this; needless to say he was not impressed.

Title: 3 Is a Magic Number Ch. 01 Tags: cousin, hand job, female masturbation, cousin sex, road trip, vacation, creampie, surprise creampie, sister, redhead *All Characters are 18+* \*\*\*\*\* This is not a short story. It is not always a happy story either. There will be some laughter, some tears, and a whole lot of sex. In other words, it's about real life. It's about the choices young people make, and how those choices affect their lives. My name is Jackson King and this is my story. I guess I should start at the beginning, since that's where all good stories start. I'll skip the "once upon a time" bullshit, though. I was eighteen years old, and I'd just graduated from high school. I lived with my parents, and my little sister, Katie. I call her my little sister, but she was actually eighteen too; my mom had her ten months after having me. I guess my parents liked sex a lot. Katie and I were always thrown together in everything. We were always in the same grade, sometimes even the same class. Katie and I were always close. Sometimes we fought like all siblings do, especially those who are close in age. When we were kids, most of our fights used to be about toys. But as we grew up, we occasionally argued about the bathroom, and such; but nothing major. The only big fight we ever had was a couple of years ago when her good friend Jenny tried to date me. Apparently she was good enough to be Katie's friend, but too much of a skank to date me. I guess I understand, because I really didn't want my little sister dating any of my friends. I know exactly what those guys had on their minds, and every one of those horny bastards hit on her, but all were unsuccessful. I guess I'd say that Katie was beautiful. After all, I've seen the way all my friends have been panting after her since she was twelve. That's about the time she started developing her womanly curves. When Katie stood with her back to the morning sun, it lit her wild red curls like a newly struck match. She's extremely curvy in all the right places. It's not that I'm checking out my sister or anything, but I'm not fucking blind. I mean, when she parades around the pool in a bathing suit, with her big bubble butt half hanging out, you have to be blind not to notice. She and Julia were always wrestling with me when we swim, so I often got a close up view. I have one secret that I'd never tell my friends, because they'd be so damn jealous: Katie is a back rub-aholic. Every night, for the past few years, she has come into my room, wearing all types of skimpy clothing for her nightly backrub. She would lay down next to me, and stare at me with her big green eyes; and then turn over. I'd then rub her back slowly and softly, scratching her back with my nails, which would elicit the cutest little purrs of satisfaction. Ok, I'll admit it, my ex-girlfriend used to make some of those same noises during sex. But Katie always said that it helped her to relax and took away her stress. So even if it felt a little awkward sometimes, I did it anyway. I'd do anything for my little sis. I mentioned my sister's best friend, Julia, earlier. Not only are they best friends, but she is our cousin. They were born two days apart in the same hospital, and frequently even shared birthday parties. I guess this explains why they are always attached at the hip. Julia is everything most little girls want to be. She is tall, lithe, and beautiful. She was a straight A student, captain of the cheerleading squad, and president of the student council. She also aced the SAT, and has been accepted into UCLA with a full academic scholarship. She was the most popular girl in school, and everybody loved her. She was inordinately blunt for a teenage girl, but when a girl is as breathtaking as Julia is, she tends to get away with being outspoken. She also had a cliché nickname for everyone: like champ, princess, or cowpoke. They were totally random, and it was entertaining in a way that was the polar opposite of the way your elementary gym teacher called you "sport." She was also tons of fun to be around. Almost every straight guy I knew had a crush on her at one time or another. I think that even some of our teachers would have married her after graduation. I have to admit, I wasn't immune to her charms. I remember singing Bryan Adams' "I Do It for You" to her when I was eleven. Unfortunately, I was shot down brutally, and I forgot about my crush on her by the time I turned twelve. My life was going perfectly fine, until Julia went on a two-week vacation with my family to our vacation house in Northern Michigan after senior year. It would be two weeks of hiking, swimming and enjoying the beautiful scenery. Or so I thought... \*\*\* After what seemed like months of waiting, the day finally came for our vacation. We've been going up North since I was a little kid; some of my earliest and happiest memories took place at that vacation house. I'll bet some of my dad's do also because it originally belonged to his parents and he's been coming up here since he was a little boy. My mom and dad were pretty cool, as far as parents go. My dad worked as a city planner for the city of Detroit. We tease him mercilessly about his job, but he really enjoys it, and he makes pretty good money. He usually works a ton of hours every week. I guess Detroit has a lot of planning to do. My mom is a freelance garden and landscaping designer. She basically designs outdoor layouts for businesses or homeowners. Much of her job involves creating 3D mock ups of her designs on the computer, so her clients have a better idea what the layouts will look like on their property. Even though she doesn't work for a big design firm, she works a lot. When she is at home, she's usually locked away in her office designing away on her Mac Pro. Due to our parent's hectic work schedules, Katie and I learned to take care of ourselves from an early age. We weren't neglected, by any means. It's just that we never had a real stay at home mom to take care of us. This has actually been a blessing in disguise. While we were jealous of our friends who had doting parents when we were small children, we laughed at those same kids later on. Those parents seem to have a hard time accepting the fact that their children are growing up, and those kids would probably kill for the amount of freedom that my sister and I take for granted. This had also uniquely prepared us for adulthood. Both of us knew how to cook better than our mom, do laundry, and many other household tasks that young people have to learn when they leave the nest. I think our parent's work schedules also brought us closer than normal siblings, due to the fact that we've had to depend on each other for so much. Julia came over the night before and spent the night so we could all leave bright and early. Well, it was bright alright; but the early part didn't happen. It was about ten o'clock when we started loading up my mom's Cadillac Escalade Hybrid for the four hour ride up I-75 North. "Hi, Jack." Julia smirked crookedly at me, distracting me from my dad's fluent cursing at the stubborn back hatch of the SUV that was blocked by overstuffed suitcases. Why is she looking at me like that? I wondered. "Hey, Jules. Are you ready for the trip up North?" "Sure she is," Katie interjected. "Why wouldn't she be?" I was dumbfounded at the question. Actually, I was a little distracted by Julia; she was simply stunning with her shoulder length, light brown hair streaked with light blond highlights. Her light blue tank top and dark blue shorts clung tightly to her young body. I use the word 'shorts' loosely. There really wasn't much fabric to them. Not only were they tiny, but they were painted on her tight teenage ass. The seam divided her ass cheeks, and highlighted her awesome cheerleader's body. I thought I even saw a little camel toe in the front, when she turned just right. My eyes gazed down her slim body, and back up to her face. Her eyes had widened, and I realized that I had been staring at her like I had never seen a girl before. What's more, she realized I had been staring at her like an idiot. What the hell was I doing? Instead of being grossed out, or offended by my lewd leering, she seemed to think that it was funny. "Do you like what you see?" She twirled slowly in a tight circle, slowing and posing at strategic intervals to highlight her gorgeous body. "Ahh..." I mouthed. She and Katie just giggled. Sometimes I fucking hate girls. I am never usually comfortable around them, except maybe my sister; occasionally. Instead of belatedly trying to make up a witty comeback, I just shut my trap, and not-so-gracefully made my retreat. Katie seemed to really get a kick out of my reaction to Julia's shorts. After closer examination, Katie's shorts weren't any more modest. I guess that since they were on my sister, I just didn't notice, at first. Wow, her bubble butt looked really nice in those little pink shorts. I just shook my head, because now I was thinking about my sister's ass as well. Thankfully, we piled in the car a few minutes later, and set out on the long drive from the Detroit area. My mom was listening to her oldies on Sirius satellite radio, dad was ignoring all of us, and Katie and Julia were giggling about some guy who tried to talk to Katie, and got shot down mercilessly. I knew the guy, and he was an asshole, so I didn't feel sorry for him in the least; but I wasn't going to laugh along with them. I quickly emulated my dad by ignoring everyone. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and soon the rhythmic flow of the freeway put me out like a light. I awoke a couple of hours later, after the most incredible dream. Sandy Curry from the girls track team was in bed next to me, giving me a hand job. She was a tiny dark-haired beauty with soft brown eyes. She tickled and stroked my cock lightly with a crooked smirk on her face. A crooked smirk? What the hell? I awoke with a start, and I felt someone running their fingers lightly over my engorged head. This was no dream. I looked down into my lap, and saw a small hand, with hot pink nail polish. It was Julia's hand; Julia, who was sitting in between Katie and me in the backseat. I looked at her face, and she didn't even blush. She just winked at me, and kept running her fingers over my engorged manhood. "So you really are Katie's BIG brother?" She smiled crookedly at me again, and withdrew her hand from my shlong. The places where her fingers had stroked me seemed to burn with desire. Instantly, my face flushed brilliantly. Only two women had ever touched me there before, and now I was fully erect from my cousin's caress. My head was spinning. I knew how Katie had overreacted when her friend Jenny just asked permission to date me. What the fuck would she do if it was her best friend in the world; and our cousin? Somehow, it would all be my fault. I just fucking knew it. Katie hadn't been paying attention to Julia's antics; she had been looking out the window blankly. Julia leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Don't you wish that you could have slept just a couple more minutes?" I hated to admit it, but I really did wish that my dream could have had a happy ending. She tapped my sister on the shoulder to get her attention. Katie was staring out the window, like she had been in her own little world. "What?" she said breathlessly. "Aren't you glad that Jack's not with Amy any longer?" My ex-girlfriend and I had broken up a little over a month ago. It was kind of a mutual thing. There wasn't any infidelity or anything like that. Truthfully, our relationship just sort of fell apart, and we both decided that we shouldn't be together any longer. "Thank god. I hated that fucking skank." Katie had never liked Amy. I don't know why, but they never got along. They argued constantly, and had almost gotten into a fist fight several times. "I think that we should have just beaten the shit out of her, and then maybe she would have left Jack alone." Neither of the girls were usually inclined toward physical violence, but if anyone could have goaded them into a brawl, it was my ex. "I wish that we could have held her down and kicked her in the cunt: repeatedly." I was a little shocked to hear my sister say the "C" word. "Watch your language, young lady." It was my mother who spoke. She tolerated a small amount of profanity from my sister, but never really commented too much on my language. Maybe it was because I usually had enough sense not to curse like a sailor in front of her. Katie on the other hand, had little self-control when something aroused her passions. To me, it was an endearing trait. True to her parenting style, my mother turned the radio up, so that she wouldn't have to hear the girls' foul mouths. "Can I ask you a question, Jack?" Julia had lowered her voice, so I knew that what she was going to say wouldn't be pleasant. One good thing, with all this talk about Amy, my erection had vanished. It was like reverse Viagra, one mention of her name, and it was an instant soft-on. "How did you ever get that stupid twat to shut up long enough to have sex with her?" My ex was a very pretty girl. She was almost perfect in every way: perfect white teeth, perfect skin, and perfect blonde hair. If you didn't know her, you would probably think that her only flaw was the slight limp that she acquired after a near fatal skiing accident in her sophomore year. She was hospitalized for two months, and had to repeat a year of school, which allowed us to be classmates. It also gave rise her one of Katie and Julia's not so flattering nicknames for her: Limpy. Like I said, that was if you didn't know her. Once you hung around her for any length of time, her one major flaw would readily become apparent; she talked non-stop. There were no such things as "comfortable silences." If she didn't have anything important to talk about, she'd babble on about stuff that nobody cared about; as if you would forget she existed if she didn't speak. To be honest, sex with Amy was less than satisfying. When I lost my virginity to her, I was afraid that my inexperience would make me ejaculate prematurely. I might have fallen victim to this unfortunate condition if I had been able to concentrate at all during sex. She talked the entire time about the most inane subjects. I just tried to ignore her as best I could, and concentrated on the sensations that I was finally experiencing. I finally came after forty minutes of intense concentration and arduous conversation. It was definitely not the experience that I had hoped it would be. \*\*\* My harassment continued off and on for rest of the ride. I was teased mercilessly about Limpy, and asked the kind of embarrassing questions that I would normally just walk away from. But since I was cornered, I resorted to man's oldest defense; and started ignoring the girls. After repeated attempts to get me to speak, they relented, and just left me alone. Unfortunately, we were only about ten minutes from our destination. I can tell that the vacation house was built with children in mind. The master bedroom is at the far end of the house. It has its own bathroom, and is next to the living room. At the opposite end of the house are the other two bedrooms, which shared a single bath. One of the rooms has two twin beds, and the other has a single queen sized bed. I unpacked a week's worth of clothes, and put them away in my dresser. It was nice to finally be alone. I thought back to the way that Julia had continued to stroke me, even after she plainly knew that I was no longer sleeping. Why did she have to look so damn sexy in those tight, little shorts? My erection had subsided, but the pent up excitement that I had experienced still begged to be let out. I had just started looking for my rattiest t-shirt, when a knock sounded on my bedroom door. "Jack, get your swimming trunks on, the girls are dying to go to the beach." It was my mom. Damn. A great orgasm would have got me in better spirits, but that would have to wait. "Give me a couple of minutes, Mom. I need to change." I heard my mother's footsteps move down the hall. I pulled my shirt over my head, slid off my shorts and boxers, and searched around in my drawers for my green cargo-style swim trunks. My balls hung heavy with unreleased semen. My cock refused to shrink all the way, instead remaining just excited enough stay thick and full, but not enough to be erect. I thought about how that cold lake water would feel when it splashed up over my crotch, and I almost changed my mind about going. But I was here to have fun this week, and maybe I could pay Julia back for getting me so excited by dunking the shit out of her. I still needed a towel, so I went out into the hall to the linen closet. That's when I caught sight of Katie and Julia. Julia was bent over at the waist, rummaging through a lower shelf, looking at the beach towels. She wore a transparent red wrap over a tiny yellow bikini. These wraps are supposed to be used to modestly cover up a swimsuit, but the clingy one that she wore had the exact opposite effect. It had ridden up over her hips when she had bent over, so I had a perfect view of her tight, teenaged ass. The fabric of her swimsuit was some kind of latex material, and it looked as if it were spray painted on. It was wedged tightly up into her ass crack. To make matters even worse, she had spread her legs a tiny bit, clearly revealing every line and curve of her pussy. I was instantly hard in my shorts. She glanced over her shoulder at me casually, and Katie giggled. I flushed spectacularly at being busted; again. "See you in the car, big guy." Julia smiled coyly as she flipped her towel over her shoulder. She paused to smooth her wrap over her hips, and glided past me and out of the room with all the regality of the queen of England. Katie paused, her eyes lingering first on my erectness, then on my blazing face. She imitated her friend by smoothing one of my t-shirts that she had somehow acquired to wear over her suit, and stalked out of the room after her best friend. I was left alone with just the towels and my hard on. I strategically placed a beach towel in front of my boner, so that I could go out to the car without embarrassment. I tried getting in front, but the front passenger seat was taken up by a cooler, and my mom's latest trashy romance novel. I purposely walked over to the side that Katie was sitting on, and opened the door. "Scoot over!" I ordered my sister. Her smile positively beamed at me. "Get in on the other side, dork." Katie pulled her door shut in my face, and pushed down the lock. My mom looked at me like I had lost my goddamned mind, so I walked around the other side of the car, and got in. Julia smiled. This time her grin wasn't crooked at all. It looked hungry; predatory, like how a tiger might smile at the sight of its next meal. I smiled back, but there was no confidence behind it. All this fucking smiling was making me nervous. When I looked back, Katie was smiling too: a big shit-eating grin. I could have cried. The drive to the lake was uneventful. We parked, and the girls hurried down to the water, flip-flops flipping and flopping on their feet. I carried our cooler down to a picnic table where the girls had laid out their towels. I slipped my towel from my crotch, glad that my erection had subsided some on the ten mile drive. My mom, who wasn't swimming, settled in at the picnic table with a book that she had been reading. Katie and Julia were both noisily splashing around in the water; Katie in her tight blue one-piece, and Julia in her tiny yellow bikini. I walked down and put a toe in the water, and I found out why the girls were squealing; it was freezing fucking cold. Damn, I knew that it was going to hurt when it splashed around my full ball sack. I started moving slowly into the water, but submerging myself inch by inch was torture. The girls paused in their frolicking to watch my discomfort. Fuck it. I stepped quickly into the water, and as soon as the water was deep enough, I dove in. As soon as I came up to the surface, both girls started splashing me. Naturally, I splashed back, only bigger and faster. I focused on Julia first, and then I turned on Katie. As I was splashing my redheaded sister, Julia jumped on my back. She locked her legs around my waist, and then rocked back and forth, trying in vain to dunk me into the water. Julia might weigh 115 pounds soaking wet, which she was. It was laughable to me. I am 6'3" and weigh a fit and trim 215 pounds, with very little body fat. "Get him, Katie!" she screamed into my ear. It was then that I felt the most amazing feeling; she was grinding her latex covered, rock hard nipples into my back. They felt like little pebbles on top of her firm, handful-sized breasts. It's been a little while since my girlfriend and I had broken up, and these sensations felt wonderful, especially after the stroking incident in the car. So, being a guy, I got hard almost instantaneously. I felt her smooth legs around my waist and her soft hands on my chest. Katie had to help gang up on me, and made things worse by leaping onto me from the front. Her tiny form sprang out of the water, and wrapped her arms around my head. This pressed her taunt stomach onto my mouth, and her tits were pressed firmly against the top of my head, which effectively meant that she was smothering me. I felt her legs rub against my hard cock through my shorts. I couldn't take this anymore, so I did what any red-blooded American teenaged male would do: I tickled. My sister is particularly ticklish under her arms, so I grabbed a handful of skin and gently twisted. I wasn't disappointed with her response, because she immediately fell off me with a splash, giggling madly. I then reached back to tickle Julia, but all I got was a handful of firm ass, and yellow latex. "Do you like what you feel there, cowboy?" My hand sprung away from her backside. "Damn, just when it was starting to get fun." I heard the smile in her words. She slowly released me, her tits slid slowly down my back, her rock hard nipples seeming to dig hot furrows into my skin, until she settled into the water. Her hand snaked around me, directly to the erection in my shorts. "I thought so," she said breathily. Her hand squeezed my painfully erect shaft through my trunks. I froze, like a deer in the headlights. I didn't know what to do in this situation. Do I obey the big head, or the little head? Katie giggled. She must have thought that this shit was really funny. Julia's small hand began to slowly slide up and down my pole. "Did I do this?" Julia asked with mock innocence. It felt like the blood was draining from my brain directly into my over excited rod, and I seemed to be quickly losing any ability to make decisions. She released her grip on me, and then pulled my waistband down to expose my bare shaft, which protruded at least three inches out of the water. She gripped my shaft, and her talented thumb swirled tiny circles on top of my sensitive head. "Fuck." That was all I could say. Where had she learned to do this? Why was she doing it to me? I didn't fucking know, and right then, I didn't fucking care. "God, Julia, you're going to make him cum if you keep doing that." Katie said this comment casually, not with the wide-eyed astonishment that I would have expected. My sister was standing in front of me, not even three feet from where my cock poked up out of the water. It all seemed to slide into place: my sister was in on this, whatever this was. "That's kind of the idea, Kay. Do you want to cum for me, Jack?" She squeezed me tighter as she asked her question. "It was so naughty, but I just couldn't help myself earlier. You were so hard and I just couldn't take my eyes off your cock. You were asleep, so I decided that I had to feel this monster for myself. I just couldn't believe it." I turned my head around to look for my mother. She was directly behind us, and still sitting at the picnic table reading obliviously; while I got a hand job from my cousin. "Well, do you?" Julia asked. I looked over to my sister. Katie's green eyes were huge, and wild. She watched our cousin's hand work my crank right in front of her with apparent eagerness. "Yes." I hissed quietly. "Yes, what? What do you want to do, Jack?" Julia asked. "What do you want from me?" "I want you to make me cum." I was starting to lose it big time. She moaned hungrily in her throat, and began to pump her fist in earnest. My dick was sticking above the water, throbbing slightly; the head was violently purple. Julia was panting into my back with exertion as she jerked me fiercely. My eyes sought out my sister. She was watching eagerly as her cousin jerked her brother off. It was getting to be too much for me to take. I felt my balls spasm; and huge steaming jets of sticky cum launched from my body towards my awestruck sister. Katie made no effort to avoid my spunk, she just watched us as if she were hypnotized. Two huge globs of semen splashed onto her, one landed on the bare skin of her freckled chest, just below the neck; and the other landed on her blue swimsuit, right between her massive boobs. My back arched, and my hips bucked wildly, as I pumped the rest of my load through Julia's fist and out into the water. It was undeniably the most violent, and satisfying orgasm that I ever had. It quickly wound down, but she kept milking me until my last shudder was finished. I suddenly felt light-headed. How long had I been holding my breath? The air rushed from my lungs, and my entire body sagged against her. She let go of my prick, and pulled my trunks up. Huge globs of my semen were floating on the cold water. "Holy shit, Kay," Julia chirped. "He got it all over you." Katie looked as if she were coming out of a trance. She ran her fingers casually through the hot, sticky cum below her neck. She toyed with it for a couple of seconds, and then she dunked herself under the water, and all evidence of my spunk was washed away. "Let's get some pop, Katie." Julia chirped nonchalantly. She slid her arms from around me, which for a while had been my only support. She gave me a cute smile, kissed my cheek, and walked towards shore, with my now semen-free sister following in her wake. I mechanically began walking toward the picnic table. I was done swimming for the day. My mouth was dry, and my balls throbbed, but I still felt the lingering warmth of Julia's hard nipples on my back. \*\*\* The girls were all smiles on the way back home. They sat in the back seat, and whispered, and giggled amongst themselves. I just didn't know how to feel about what happened in the lake. Julia kept trying to catch my eye at dinner, but I evaded her gaze. I just couldn't meet her sparkling blue eyes. Katie just looked amused by my situation. Goddamn little sisters. Instead of watching TV with the family, I ended up going to bed early. I lay just on the edge of sleep, when I heard my door open. It was Katie. She had come in for her pre-sleep back rub. This was our nightly ritual. I scooted over to one side of the bed for her wordlessly. I felt a tiny bit bummed out that it wasn't Julia. Her hot little hand had been wrapping itself around my mind all day. My sister lay down next to me, and flipped her red hair over her shoulder. She lay down on the bed next to me on her stomach, with her head turned so that her jade green eyes looked back at me silently. "Did you know that she had planned to do that to me?" I asked. I rubbed her back lazily, in small circles, my nails scratching her skin through the ratty white tank top that she wore. It was too tight, and at least three years old, but I guess she found it comfortable to sleep in. She pointedly ignored my question. Women are experts at selective deafness, and my sister was more gifted than most. Katie closed her eyes and sighed. This was probably the most peaceful time of day for the both of us. I gave up my line of questioning, and continued rubbing her back gently. It really didn't matter how much she knew anyway. She breathed deep and slow. So slowly, that I thought that she was asleep, but then she turned to face me, and her eyes looked sad. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. My sister smelled like strawberries. She slipped out of bed, and disappeared out of my door as quietly as a ghost. The scent of her body wash still lingered in the air. She must have been fresh out of the shower before entering my bedroom. I began to deeply relax again, when my door opened for a second time. It was Julia, and she was wearing only a white bath towel. My breath caught in my throat, as her towel slid from her body to the bedroom floor. "I'm here for a back rub, Jack. Your sister says that you're the best." Her body was exquisite. Her light pink nipples were standing out proudly on top the gorgeous mounds of her breasts. They were just the right proportion for her athletic body type. They weren't too big, or too small. My eyes raced down her body. Her tanned stomach was very tight, with just the hint of six-pack abs. Her hips swelled, and thighs flowed into the cleft between her legs. She had a triangle of light brown hair on her muff, which looked like it had been recently trimmed so that she could wear that tiny yellow bikini. She posed in the moonlight that was streaming through the blinds. She arched her back a little, and slowly turned so I could gaze at her amazingly tight teenaged ass. Her cheeks were firm and round, with no visible tan lines. She rubbed her hands over her ass, cupping the cheeks, and spreading them slightly. I could just make out the tiny pucker of her asshole. She arched her back a little more, and bent over so I could clearly see the shape of her pussy from the back. Her lips were swollen with excitement, and spread apart just a bit. She took one hand off her cheek, and slipped a finger between her puffy lips. Her fingertip glistened slightly as she dipped it into her dripping snatch. Being a teenage guy, I was hard in about one second. She sucked in air loudly as she slipped two fingers into her now juicy cunt. It was an incredible show. She spread her legs wider, and slowly began to frig herself right there in front of me. "You should have gone back into the water with us, Jack. It wasn't fair that you were the only one who got to cum." She moaned softly as she lay down on my bed, and continued to masturbate herself furiously. She scooted back on the bed until her body was against mine. She opened her legs up wide, giving me a close up view of her now glistening snatch. Her back was now against me, and then she spread herself with one hand, and attacked her clit with the other. I was totally mesmerized. I had never seen a woman play with herself before. Amy never did it in front of me. Julia sucked her slick fingers into her mouth, wet them with spit, and moved back to her little button. It was hard to see, but her pussy looked angry and swollen in the moonlight. "I got off once while I was in the shower, but it definitely wasn't enough. I had to come in here to see you. You owe me one, Jack." She looked me directly in my eyes as she rubbed herself, and sucked on her lower lip sexily. Her breathing increased in speed, and intensity. Her magnificent tits jiggled up and down, as her right hand became a blur. I couldn't take just watching her anymore. My hand moved up, and softly, slowly cupped her right breast. She moaned at my touch. Luckily, my parent's bedroom was on the other side of the house, so they would never be able to hear the sounds of her ecstasy. I pinched her nipple, squeezing gently, and then rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. She made a hungry growl in the back of her throat. I leaned forward and kissed her gently. Her lips felt very soft against mine, but she wasn't in the mood for a soft kiss. Julia ground her mouth against mine, and her lips parted for her tongue to flick greedily at mine. It was a deep, hard, passionate kiss. I slowly trailed my hand down her stomach, and then teasingly rubbed gently up her thigh. She wiggled slightly as I tickled her skin. I slid my hand beneath hers, and felt her extreme wetness. I slowly slid my middle finger into her juicy fuck hole. It was hot like an oven, and slick with her juices. When I had inserted it in up to my second knuckle, she clamped down on my digit with her cunt muscles. "Oh shit, Jack. Fuck my pussy with your finger," she panted. I had never heard a girl talk dirty during sex before, and it turned me on immensely. My cock pulsed involuntarily between my legs, and knew that my sheet had to be soaked in my pre-cum. I slowly started to finger Julia, but she was too worked up for me to go slowly. Her tiny hand grabbed my thick wrist, and began to slam my finger up into her blazing hot snatch. "Just like that, baby. Do it hard." I obeyed Julia; my sex goddess. I finger banged her as hard, and as fast as I could. My knuckles made a popping noise as they smacked up against her slit. I stopped suddenly, and she whimpered at the lack of sensation. I pulled my finger out, and slid two inside; and she cooed with pleasure. I began fingering away with abandon. She became wetter and tighter as her orgasm approached. Her pussy went into violent spasms on my two fingers. She pressed her mouth into my chest, and moaned loudly. "Oh god, Jack. Oh fucking shit." She came hard and fast. Her tummy muscles clenched and loosened, and she mashed her thighs together, trapping my tortured hand. Pleasure racked her body for almost a full minute, and then she gradually started to relax. Her body was covered with a thin sheen of perspiration. Her damp hair clung to her face, but she eventually relaxed, and spread her legs again, freeing my trapped hand. "I want you to fuck me, Jack." She threw my bed sheet aside, and gripped my rock hard cock. Pre-cum glistened like a diamond on the tip of my shaft. How long could I last with this sexual dynamo? It didn't feel like it would be long. "Julia, I'm really close." The desperation sounded plain in my voice. I didn't want to disappoint her. Instead of being upset, she beamed a brilliant smile at me. "To cumming, you mean? Do I excite you that much?" To emphasize her point, she tightened her grip on my erect member. I couldn't do anything but groan with pleasure. "Yes... fuck yeah." "I want you to cum, Jack. It's ok. Just pull out, because I'm not on the pill." She said this in a tone that suggested that I had the comprehension level of a half retarded first grader; but she guided my cock toward her wet slit, and I gladly allowed her. She pulled her hips back to give me a smooth angle of entry. I felt her moist pussy lips against my prick, and she sighed audibly. I pushed forward a little, trying to penetrate her scalding cunt, but it was ultra-tight. Amy's hot box had never been this hard to enter. Slowly, I increased my downwards pressure, and she began wriggling underneath me. Finally, I felt my head pop in. "Push it in as far as it will go Jack, but slowly." I readily complied with her wishes, but it was difficult. Eventually, I began to hump in and out, and a little at a time, she began to take more of my steel-hard shaft. She grunted softly, as we began to fuck in earnest. She took me most of the way in, almost to the hilt, which was certainly more of me than Amy had ever taken. When I pushed all the way inside Julia, I would bump her cervix, and she would make a squeaking noise. Just hearing that noise made me even hotter, and made me want to keep bumping it harder. I couldn't stop myself now, even if I'd wanted to. She wrapped her long legs around me, and flexed them in time with my thrusting, like she was trying to get me deeper inside of her. I started to thrust inside of her harder and faster. She leaned up and nipped my shoulder roughly with her teeth. She grunted into me with each thrust, but her teeth remained locked onto my tender flesh. I knew I was going to cum soon, but I couldn't make myself pull out. The lower half of my body seemed to have a mind of its own. The feelings that I was experiencing were too much, too fast. Her pussy clenched in an orgasm that I didn't expect, and my body betrayed me. I tried to pull out, but when she came she squeezed me tight with her legs, and I couldn't go anywhere. Cum rushed up my shaft and exploded inside Julia's orgasming pussy. By the time that I finally managed to pull out, my orgasm was finished. I felt totally spent, like an empty shotgun shell. I slouched down onto the bed, and nuzzled against Julia, but I couldn't help but feel like shit. She came to me, and shared her body, and I couldn't even pull out in time. Fuck. I felt like a total and complete asshole. She caressed my cheek softly, and then kissed, and nibbled my ear. She seemed totally calm about our situation. She had to know that I had just dumped a gallon of scalding hot cum inside of her. What if I got her pregnant? What would we do then? "It's ok," she said softly. "Shit happens, Jack. You can't always tell exactly when you're going to cum. Nobody can." She stroked my chest gently. "Plus, how could you pull out when my legs had you wrapped up like a pretzel. If anyone is to blame, it's me." "But what if..." She silenced me with a hard kiss, and her fingers stroked my short brown hair. "I have the morning after pill, so don't worry. I'll take it, and everything will be ok." Her lips brushed my neck, and I exhaled softly, with relief. So it was ok, everything will be alright. We cuddled for a while, basking in the afterglow of our passion. She closed her eyes as she lay there, her body entwined with mine. She was so beautiful, and so serene in my embrace. What did I ever do to deserve this? After a few minutes, she sat up. Her light brown hair cascaded down to brush up against my chest. "If I don't go back to my room now, I'll probably fall asleep here, and I don't think we want to get caught like this in the morning," she giggled a little to herself. She climbed over me, and got out of bed. Her lips brushed against mine softly, and I felt her warm breath against my mouth. Wordlessly, she bent down to pick up her towel, and covered her gloriously naked body. She gave me one last crooked smirk, and she walked out my bedroom door, closing it silently behind her. I knew that my room must reek of sex, but I couldn't find the energy to do much about it. All the urgency that I felt earlier seemed to have squirted out along with my semen. I eventually got up, and opened up the window, even though the night outside was a little chilly. I tried to find a place to lie on the bed where there were no wet spots. That was a losing proposition. I lay there with my eyes closed, and thought about the events of the day. Not only did I get to go on a wonderful vacation, but somehow my cousin wanted to seduce me, and my sister was obviously in on hooking us up. I took a few cleansing deep breaths, and cleared my mind; finally, I felt myself relax. I just had the most incredible sexual experience of my young life. Sleep came quickly, and with sleep came dreams.

Title: Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Fourteenth Entry by Gideon Kalve Jarvis Tags: Dragon, Dragoness, F/F, Fox, Gangbang, Gnoll, Goat, Hermaphrodite, Human, Hyena, Impregnation, M/F, NC, Orgy, Rabbit, Rape, War, Wolf, h/f Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure Fourteenth Entry By Gideon Kalve Jarvis **Vote Tallies** A - 0 B - 20 C - 6 Additional Votes: \* Breed Ryg - 4 \* More information from the High Alpha about current events - 2 \* Have Leta stay with the Blue Feather as a liason - 1 \* Information on the state of the North - 2 \* Get a cart - 1 - the party can take one from the slavers...if they win \* More opportunities for non-consensual sex (especially for Rufus) - 1 \* Cutscene to how the girls are doing with Hasten Term and their new babies - 1 \* Bring Rael with us - 2 \* Species to meet and mate - sheep, sheep-dogs, bunnies, cats, horses, cows, chickens, Minotaurs, Centaurs, Humans, Felines, Hounds, Badgers, Otters, Ferrets, Hares, Mice, Moles, Shrews, satyrs, skunks, squirrels **Author Notes** Because we are going slow-and-sneaky, we only have a 20% chance of encountering anything...and of course I promptly roll a natural 1. Random encounter! **Pathfinding Fourteenth Entry** It was a fine thing, being the Warlord. Some people might just call her *a* warlord, but they'd be wrong. No, she was *the* Warlord, a title that needed no name, for the title was far more important than any name could ever be. She'd had a name, long, long ago, but nobody really cared about it. Nobody really cared about the past of someone like her at all, and why should they: it wasn't important. What was important was the present, and in the present, she was the Warlord, and before her, all of Summer Country would fall. After she'd dominated that continent, well, who knew? The sky, as they say, was the limit. Reclining on her throne of flesh, the red dragoness with the black-scaled underbelly smiled as she watched her minions dragging a line of sobbing women toward her, the wives and daughters of the nobles that had been lording over the little dominion she'd recently conquered, a castle she'd put to the torch earlier that day. While healthy peasant girls were fun to toy with, the Warlord made a point of keeping her attentions only on the highest aristocracy of the lands she conquered. This wasn't out of any sense of class consciousness, of course, for the Warlord was perfectly happy to let her minions enjoy the peasantry as spoils of war, and her army already boasted a long train of swellbellied slaves forced to march behind the vanguard until they were ready to drop. No, the Warlord simply saved the nobility for her personal use, not only out of a perverse delight in defiling such high-born pussies, but also because she had every intention of spreading her seed among those with the right to rule, all the better to ensure her reign for years to come, and for generations long after she'd gone the way of all the world. Admiring the blonde and busty woman at the front of the line, trailed by an almost equally busty blonde older daughter, and a petite younger daughter, all of them paraded naked before her army to better humiliate them and break their spirits, the Warlord squeezed and then caressed the right arm of her throne of flesh, smirking as she heard her armrest moan. She soon turned that moan into a loud *gasp* as she squeezed the smooth-bottomed boy's balls, then made her living armrest give a high-pitched cry as she squeezed the tip of her talon into his anus. Her right armrest was the son of the lord she'd slain, and the noble woman even now being forced to walk toward her for judgement. That, of course, was why it was called her throne of flesh: it was composed of the still-living bodies of the most handsome males she'd taken in her acts of conquest, bound to a padded frame to ensure they stayed in position while she enjoyed their soft bodies beneath her warm scales. Her right armrest was the newest addition, of course, and as she cruelly twisted her talon in the boy's virgin bottom, grinning wickedly at how easy it was to make him squirm beneath her resting elbow, she delighted in the fun she'd have deflowering him later, after she'd had her way with his mother and sisters. Speaking of which...mmm, very nice indeed. The Warlord admired the shapely blonde woman and her two blonde daughters as they were forced to their knees before her, the great red dragoness nearly drooling as her immense, black-shafted and heavily-ridged penis quickly began to swell, becoming engorged with blood. The mother was defiant, of course, like any proper, strong-willed noble's wife should be, and so was her youngest, a precocious little teen if ever there was one. The older daughter, though, was fearful, her lovely breasts heaving in her fright as she looked around her at the slavering monsters hooting and jeering at her, and then at the living throne on which the Warlord sat...and then in near terror at the Warlord herself, shaking her head as though she could simply deny what she was seeing with her own eyes. "That will be enough," the Warlord said in sultry, bored-sounding tones as she waved a talon before her, cutting of the angry tirade of the noble woman kneeling before her. "I have your lives in my claws, and you should know by my reputation that I am not the sort to show mercy." She flicked out her tongue, tasting the sweetness of the humans' fear, and their horror as they involuntarily fixed their eyes on her proud, glistening black member. Deliberately, the Warlord flexed her hips slightly, making her cock bob, which drew a fearful sob from the older daughter, and as a drop of thick, milky precum fell to the ground at the Warlord's feet, the confidence of the noblewoman began to fail, as did even that of her younger daughter, the rising realization of what fate had in store for them reflected in their eyes. "Please, spare us!" begged the older daughter, breaking suddenly as she fell forward, prostrating herself before the throne of flesh. "Why are you doing this? We've done you no wrong..." The older girl's words suddenly cut off with a *gasp* of her own as the Warlord reached forward, taking her time as she almost gently caressed the human's upturned bottom, then squeezed it, sinking a finger into the folds of the girl's virgin pussy. A little spark of magic passed between the Warlord and the girl, and soon those folds began to quickly moisten, even as the Warlord easily pulled the suddenly squirming teen into her lap, her strength vastly beyond anything a mere human could begin to imagine. "Because I can, my dear," said the Warlord sweetly, before licking the girl's cheek with her forked tongue. "You're a lucky one, though - I intend to keep you for myself. I'm afraid I can't say the same for your mother and little sister, though: I still see defiance in their eyes. The best cure for that," and at this, she met the eyes of her bestial chief lieutenant, a strange, hunched creature of immense size but indeterminate species, scales and fur and chitin mingling equally on his thick-muscled thews, then gave a slight nod, "is a few rounds with my personal guard. After they've been tamed a bit, then we shall see if they can be put to more gentle uses." It was easy for the Warlord to ignore the cries of shock and fear as her goatmen surged to the fore (it was always the goatmen at the vanguard - they were the most horny bastards in her army), seizing the older noblewoman and dragging her into their midst before dropping her flat on her back, her large breasts jiggling, before, moments later, her youngest was thrust on top of her by their rough hands, pretty face forced against those full mounds. After all, the Warlord had far more interesting things to play with, as she let her powerful talons gently caress the delightful breasts of the noblegirl in her lap, the girl sharply intaking her breath, biting her lower lip as she felt sharp, obsidian claws pinch the very tips of her nipples. Her prize, of course, despite the distraction of having her body stroked by rough dragon hands, couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of so many horrible goatmen with stallion-sized cocks surrounding her mother and little sister, the two struggling human females held roughly in place by the brutish males as they closed in, obscuring the older daughter's view of their fates. She saw one muscled male rump suddenly tense and thrust downward, and heard a high-pitched scream that told her surely that her little sister's virginity had been taken by force, before that scream was suddenly muffled as a grinning goatman grabbed something beneath him and pushed himself forward. Her mother's lower-pitched voice soon joined the higher pitch of the younger daughter, and was similarly muffled as the grunting, panting, sweating males gathered in close, a dozen or more with rigid cocks forcefully seeking a hole to fill, flashes of pink skin in the cruel grip of powerful, shaggy hands the only hint of what was transpiring in the middle of that tight-pressed gangbang. Every so often one of them would step back to rest, his cock dripping copiously as it sagged, but almost immediately another male would step in to take the place of the one who'd bowed out for a breather, and even those males who were resting didn't take long before they grew hard once more, and were soon back into the fray. Suddenly, the older daughter had her breath taken away as the Warlord's talon engulfed her lightly-furred cunny, fingers toying with her tense pink places with exquisite skill, until the girl's juices were dripping onto the dragoness' thigh. She couldn't hold back the sweet whine as she felt those clawtips pressing against her hymen, slowly stretching it with patience born of centuries of life. "I choose my best troops for their stamina," the Warlord explained, before licking the trembling girl's cheek, and then lower, over the tops of her breasts, tasting her sweat. "They'll take your mother and sister for days if I let them, though I think I'll have them stop after a few hours; I don't want them permanently broken, after all. Don't worry about them having goat kids, though: I made sure they weren't ready for breeding before I ordered their doom. No, their first offspring will be mine, that I promise you...as will yours." "Please..." gasped the poor girl, before any further words were cut off as the Warlord smoothly squeezed her sharp-clawed finger past the helpless maiden's hymen, twisting the digit in a circle to ensure the magic at work removed all of that final barrier of flesh. "You, however," the Warlord continued with a wicked grin as she pulled her finger out and gripped the girl underneath both thighs, lifting her upward, positioning her over that proud, powerful black member with its many brutal-looking ridges, "you are *ripe*." "No!" wailed the poor girl, struggling desperately against her bonds, against the powerful talons gripping her fast. "Not that! Not...ah! Ah! AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" The Warlord hissed in deep satisfaction as the human girl's virgin vulva parted before the slow upward onslaught of her mighty shaft, slick juices flowing down to thoroughly coat its length as she let her squirming captive sink by fingerlengths down, down, down, until she was resting on the dragoness' heavily-veined black balls. "Now," growled the Warlord in her shapely victim's ear, while the doomed girl moaned piteously, her head slumping back against the full red-and-black breasts of the powerful shemale in utter defeat, "time to give your mother some grandbabies!" With a will, the Warlord started to thrust her hips, her powerful arms pumping the poor girl at the same brutal rate, making her plump breasts jiggle and bounce, while the girl herself made a host of hot cries as she was cruelly raped through unwilling orgasm after orgasm. All around them, the air was filled with similar cries from the camp, as the many captives of the Warlord's vanguard, male and female, were raped into total submission. In a matter of a few short years, this region's inhabitants would be the Warlord's loyal subjects, for they would be the offspring of her army...and of herself. Hissing in delight, the Warlord exulted in her noble-blooded victim's especially high-pitched wail as she felt the dragoness' potent seed spurting inside of her. With heightened draconic senses, the Warlord felt the moment when her sperm penetrated the single egg within the girl's fallopian tubes. No, that wasn't enough she quickly decided, and lightly tapped the girl's belly, just over her ovaries, with a talon, deftly shaking free several more eggs, hastening their development with her potent magic, then shuddering in delight as she felt them similarly gang-banged by thousands of sperm each, then violently penetrated, quickened by her raw, primal virility. Lifting the limp human girl like a ragdoll, the Warlord laughed at the expression on her well-raped victim's face. Her comfort was of no concern to a cruel creature like the red-and-black dragoness, only the use to which she could be put. There were, of course, many uses for a fine noble wench like this one, as the girl slowly realized with dawning horror, her eyes widening once more as she looked down, seeing the tip of the Warlord's rigid member prodding her tense anus. Past the point of speaking, she could only mouth the word "no," while shaking her head, giving the Warlord the most piteous looks. That just made it even better, as the Warlord grit her teeth in a feral grin of triumph...and pushed her beautiful victim down on her hard dragoncock once more, exulting in the sweet, glorious cries the girl gave as she was taken once more, this time in her untouched bum. It would not be the last time, no, not by a far cry. \* Now that his group was smaller than it had been, Rufus' party moved quite a bit faster, even while they were working on staying silent and unseen. While Adel had been pretty good in the wilderness for a princess, the other girls were better off with the Blue Feather wolfen, at least for the job that lay ahead of Rufus and his stripped-down team. Cassidy ranged far ahead as the scout, a role for which the small, easily-overlooked tan rabbit was more than well-suited, while Rufus led from the front with Urta and Urtan by his side. At the rear were Ryg, who seemed to spend far more time admiring the rumps of the males in front of her than was really advisable in the wilderness (though how she could do this when she was blind, Rufus had no idea), and the sprightly Spark just a step or two before her, making sure the pale-furred shamaness didn't stumble over anything. In the middle were the other gnolls, One-Eye, Horse, Greymuzzle, and the twins, Rish and Rack, their senses alert as they crept through the forest as fast as Rufus dared to push them, not daring to go faster for fear of revealing their position. The team of eleven was a bit larger than Rufus would have liked, really, for both speed and stealth, but there would be fighting at the end of their journey, and so he didn't really want to go with any fewer than that. Actually, if he'd been able to pull in any other Blue Feather wolfen besides Ryg, Rufus would have just done without stealth entirely, but no, that hadn't been possible: the Blue Feather were mustering for war now, and that meant nobody was going anywhere, except on special assignments. That way, when newcomers arrived, they would see the massed might of the Blue Feather, an especially important need when other packs showed up, all the better to bolster their courage, and ensure the Blue Feather would stay at the center of all decisions made by the combined packs as a whole. Overall, as the first day of travel came to a close, Rufus had to marvel at how ridiculously good time his near-dozen had made. For a brief moment, the grey-furred warrior considered pushing on through the night, but then decided against it, since there was too much opportunity for them to make mistakes in the dark, mistakes that could send them on the wrong trail, or, worse yet, alert their quarry to their approach. They'd stopped at a small homestead about halfway through the day, taking lunch while Spark made inquiries. The foxboy was remarkably good at making friends, even with curmudgeonly badgers, and soon it was revealed, sure enough, the badgerfolk that had made a home there had seen the slavers. The hermit had seen them raid a small caravan, too, some little group of nice-looking wagons that had obviously been intended to carry somebody important. As far as the badger knew, though, the slavers hadn't done any serious raiding beyond that - there's simply been no time from the moment they'd set up their primary base camp to the moment Rufus had set out to stop them in their tracks. If Rufus and his party kept up their current pace, Rufus figured that the slaver, Praxis, wouldn't get the chance, either. Not if he had anything to say about it. As a cold camp was set up in the dark woods and jerky and hardtack were pulled out for a quick meal before bed, Cassidy hurried back into the midst of his party, his expression betraying the urgency of his message. "There's someone close by!" he said in a loud whisper, loud enough to alert the entire camp without being heard beyond that. "Six of them. They're mostly human, I think, but there's an elf leading them, and one of them, a quick little figure I couldn't always see, had a tail. They've got the insignia of the Sisters of Glory on a lot of their gear, and they've got a ranger with them, some dark-skinned Matrakali girl. They're following our trail." "Sisters of Glory, huh?" said Rufus with a smirk, not rising from where he'd settled in the roots of a tree. "That's a pretty militant group, sure, but they only hunt evil creatures." He shrugged, letting his eyes slowly close. "I don't think we qualify. If anything, we're probably on the same mission, and if they're good enough to track us, we could probably use their help." "The coney kid's got a good reason to be worried," growled Urta as she got to her feet, curling her lip. "And so do the rest of us. If you hadn't noticed, chief, most of us here don't exactly qualify for the 'nice guys' list to a group of bigots like the Sisters of Glory." Of course, Urta's experiences with an all-female band of holy crusaders would be quite different from Rufus' prior experiences, the hoary-furred wolfen realized, and rose swiftly to his feet, picking up his weapons and preparing his gear. "Good thing we were playing it safe, and staying silent," he growled mostly to himself as he pulled on his armor, watching as the others geared up as well. "Otherwise we might never've noticed these she-hellions coming. What's our chances, Cassidy?" "They're young," the rabbit reported. "But that's normal for a party of Sisters of Glory." "Normal for most adventurers," snorted One-Eye with a nasty grin. "They make fun toys if you can catch 'em, but just 'cause they're young doesn't mean they can't kill you dead faster'n you can leer at 'em." "They do look battle-hardened," Cassidy agreed. "And they've got *that* look about them. You can see it in their eyes: they're fanatics." He shuddered. "I don't know if we can talk them out of whatever they're planning if they decide we're the bad guys. They weren't stopping, either, while we were making camp - I think they plan on catching up to us in the night." Rufus grunted at this news, then looked to the others, giving a short nod. At this sign, everyone gathered in close, knowing that battle was coming for them. "Okay," he growled, keeping his voice low. "Here's what we're gonna do." **Path Choices** There is a chance of party death in this encounter. The Sisters of Glory adventuring party advancing upon us are young, but they are seasoned adventurers all the same, and while Rufus, Urta, and Urtan are strong combatants, Ryg has some significant magical ability, and Cassidy is a decent ranged combatant, the other gnolls are more shock and ambush troops than anything, and Spark isn't really that great in a fight. This puts us about equal to the opposing party in a fair fight. A) Let's try talking to them first. After all, while some of our party might be...mortally questionable, our intentions right now are pretty good. Surely we can be allies rather than enemies. (30% and you may select another option in case this one fails; if you select only this option, I will assume you want a wholehearted diplomatic effort, and will increase the chance to 40% success, but the party will be flat-footed if it fails, and have a 45% chance of winning) B) Sisters of Glory...great. Let's just book it. Sisters of Glory are the military wing of the celibate order of the Sisters of Radiance, and they're pretty hard-headed, to say the least. They especially like to smite evil first and detect evil second, so it's probably better if we just try to throw them off our trail, or, better yet, get them onto Praxis' trail instead. (70%, with option C occurring if this fails) C) Might for might. Let's take these smooth-skins down, here and now. (50% and earns greater respect from the gnolls and whoever else might learn of the battle) D) Ambush! They've got a skilled tracker, and a stealthy beastkin as well, but there's more of us here, and almost all of us are either natives of the area, or skilled in woodlore and stealth. Since we took it slower and stealthy, we've got some time to set up a nice surprise, complete with traps. (65%) There are two additional choices: 1) Bring the badger. That badger hermit looked like a possible ally. If you want us to take on a new ally, indicate if you'd prefer the badgerfolk to be male or female. There is a 60% chance the badger agrees to join us, thanks to Spark's bardic and vulpine charisma. 2) Lethal or nonlethal? If we engage the approaching party without concern for their safety, we add 5% to our chances, but I will randomly determine which of them survive the conflict. On the other hand, if we choose to use nonlethal methods to take this all-female adventuring party alive (of which we have several), then we subtract 4% from our chances (down from 5% thanks to Ryg's presence - this option will improve by 1% each time we use it, succeed or fail), but all the girls will be taken captive on a success.

Title: Doped Tags: may-december, mature *\*Note to readers: I don't have children in school, but I do have tremendous concerns with education in America. I believe the entire system needs to be dismantled and rebuilt from the ground up, but also believe that will never happen for a variety of reasons. I can't even touch on all of the problems or why I see them as concerns let alone offer proposed solutions as this is a forum for love, romance, and sex, not social issues. Very briefly, I feel a 'trades track' would be one of the most important as would school choice. There are many good schools in this country, but I contend they are good in spite of, and not because of, the overall system which is abysmal, imho. Those two things however, are just the tip of the iceberg. Regardless of the overall state of education, I find the propensity to drug children alarming. Yes, many of them are behavioral challenges without drugs like Ritalin and Adderall, but if we changed the system entirely, there would be very little (if any) need to dope children. Again, imho. Lastly, my comments are not an indictment on the vast majority of teachers who are very dedicated, hard-working people struggling to educate our children in spite of the system that often makes it a very difficult task.* \*\*\*\*\*\* "Please tell me this is temporary. It is, right? You can't possibly be thinking of staying there." "I assume so, but until we go home and find out, I won't know for sure," he told her. "Home? That's not my home. In fact, it's not even yours anymore. This is your home because it's our home. We live in Palo Alto. That means our home is here—in California. What we're doing is going back to Seattle so you can collect your inheritance. The very next day we're on a plane back to civilization." She paused then said sharply, "Right?" Wyatt Hall, Senior, had just passed away. He was a very wealthy and influential man known by everyone who was anyone in the Seattle-Tacoma area and most of western Washington state. He was shrewd, cunning, and ruthless in business, and as a father, he was harsh, distant, and cold. Wyatt, Junior, therefore, couldn't wait to leave for college and started during the summer term just to get away after graduating from high school a little over six years ago. Although his father footed the bill for his college education at Stanford University in Palo Alto, California, he was for all practical purposes, free and clear of the insane asylum he'd previously called home. In addition to tuition, room and board, Wyatt received a generous monthly allowance which he freely spent in an effort to establish his own life and an identity separate from that of his father. Wyatt was an excellent student who thoroughly enjoyed learning and whose academic performance was superb. He also happened to be a very good-looking young man who loved to party and play. With those combined attributes, he could essentially sleep with as many different attractive women and girls as he desired, and he desired a lot of them the entire four years he was an undergraduate. That continued during his first year in graduate school, but sometime during his second year, he reached burnout when it came to hooking up. The faces were now nothing but an endless blur and he found himself desperately wanting this thing people referred to as 'a relationship'. He'd never had one of his own nor had he ever seen one successfully modeled for him. Therefore, he had no idea what it would look like. He only knew he was sick and tired of playing musical chairs with women in his bed. He certainly couldn't look to his parents as role models to see what a real relationship was like, so he wandered off into uncharted territory in search of something he craved but had never before seen or experienced. His father was indeed cold and distant, but his mother was no help, either, as she'd suffered from bi-polar disorder all his life and his father had had her institutionalized his junior year of high school. He went to see her every time he went 'home' for a visit, but she barely recognized him. She wasn't catatonic, but she was so out of it from the massive amounts of medications they fed her twice a day that she did little more than sit in bed or perhaps a chair staring blankly into space as he tried to tell her what he'd been doing since the last time she saw him. He barely knew his little sister, Sadie, who was now eleven. By the time she was in Kindergarten, Sadie had been 'diagnosed' with something called ADHD or Attention Deficit Hyper-Activity Disorder. As a result, Sadie was being given Ritalin and Adderall twice each day, making her little more than a functional zombie. She wasn't as detached as his mother by any means. She was even able to attend school—private school—with the aid of a full-time nanny. Wyatt had no real relationship with sister, and because of the drugs, it was essentially fruitless to even try. Sadie was buried somewhere deep inside the walking-dead body, and Wyatt had never really seen her. Three days ago he'd received a phone call from his father's personal attorney, Randolf Crane, a nice enough man Wyatt had met several times before. "As the executor of your father's will I'm legally required to inform you that all financial support is being terminated immediately," he'd informed Wyatt, Jr. That first bit of news hit Wyatt like a bolt of lightning. He'd finally found someone and was in what he considered to be a committed relationship. Even though it often seemed to have more downs that ups, he found this preferable to his former way of life. His new girlfriend appeared to be content to stay with him, and from Wyatt's perspective, that was what a relationship was all about—staying together. Brooke Levinson was a 22-year old former model he met via a friend from the local area who'd gone to Stanford with him while living at home in Palo Alto. He told Wyatt he had a younger sister he wanted to introduce him to in the hopes she might settle down herself after Wyatt mentioned his desire to move beyond the endless one-night stands. Much like Wyatt, she'd 'gone off the reservation' after leaving home, only in her case she didn't have college (or anything else) to anchor her. She was young, gorgeous, and making money. Not big money but more than she'd ever had and she spent every dollar she made partying hardy with people she thought were her friends and sleeping around with any good-looking guy who caught her fancy. Not surprisingly, she'd gotten pregnant at 21 and even though she'd had an abortion, rumors quickly spread that she was out of control. As a result she was no longer getting calls from her agent. Gone were the local commercials and photo shoots that had been her bread and butter and along with them, the money she so desperately craved. Broke and back home, she found herself reluctantly looking for visible means of support. When she learned from her brother that Wyatt had money—and a lot of it—Brooke happily agreed to meet him and agree to a first date, during which she'd casually mentioned to him she didn't care one way or the other about money. It hadn't hurt that he was as handsome as anyone she'd ever dated, so as long as he had a steady source of income and treated her reasonably well, Brooke Levinson was more than willing to not only be exclusive but move in with him when Wyatt asked her to do so two months later. She also couldn't complain about the mind-blowing sex which she loved and wanted as much as him. All in all, Wyatt Hall was a literal and figurative goldmine and she fully intended to ride this gravy train for all it was worth. "Wyatt? Did you hear me?" Brooke asked. "Yeah, sure. Listen babe, I don't really know. All I know is I have to go home for some kind of formal reading of the will." "And then we'll get our money, right?" Our money? Wyatt looked at her and for the first time began to see her for what she was. In spite of her physical beauty, he didn't much care for what he was seeing. "Again, I can't say for sure, but yeah, that sounds about right." "How much do you think we'll be getting?" she asked ever-so sweetly as she came over and sat on his lap. Wyatt really had no idea how much his father was worth. In fact, he didn't even have an educated guess. He'd always assumed it was in the tens of millions, but the honest truth was he couldn't answer her question. "I don't know that, either," he admitted. "But it's at least several million, right?" she asked as she ran her hand around his face. "We'll know in a couple of days, okay?" he said trying not to sound as annoyed as he was becoming. Temporarily satisfied, Brooke stopped asking questions and finally decided to pack for the trip. Two days later, they landed at Sea-Tac International airport where Randolf and a driver met them in one of Wyatt Sr's., limousines. "Welcome home, Wyatt," Randolf said extending his hand and a smile. "It's good to see you again, Randolf," he told him. "This is my girlfriend, Brooke Levinson." Believing he held her financial future in her hands, Brooke smiled warmly and hugged the older man as though doing so would somehow influence Mr. Hall's will which was already set in stone. When they arrived at the expansive, gated residence, one of his late father's staff met them and moved all of the their luggage to their second-floor suite while Randolf invited them to the very spacious home office for a drink. "We're just waiting for your sister to get home from school and then we can begin." It was 3pm and Sadie was due home any minute. As they sipped the 30-year old Scotch, Brooke asked Randolf, "So how long do you anticipate this taking?" "Well, the reading will only take a few minutes," he told her. "Then I'll need to clarify a few things, get a decision on how to proceed from Wyatt, and depending on what he tells me, he'll need to sign several documents." "So we could be done this afternoon then, right?" she asked pressing the issue. "Hypothetically, yes," was all he said. There was a quiet knock followed by an older woman stepping inside. Wyatt turned around and recognized Sadie's nanny, followed by the appearance of his younger sister coming in behind her. "Sadie, do you remember your brother, Wyatt?" the nanny asked as she brought her over to them. "Yes." She stared at her brother then said, "My daddy died." She spoke without emotion not understanding his father had died, too. "I know. I'm very sorry," Wyatt told her. Her eyes seemed lifeless; her face expressionless. "Is this your kid sister?" Brooke asked. "The one who's stoned all the time?" All of the adults looked at her, but no one spoke. "What?" she said defensively. "It's true, isn't it? Just look at her?" Brooke snapped her fingers in front of Sadie's face several times and the little girl didn't even blink. "See? Stoned is the perfect word." Sadie sat next to them on a long, leather couch and Randolf said, "Okay, let's go ahead and begin." As he'd told them, it only took a couple of minutes to read the will. "Um...I don't get that," Brooke said immediately. "What exactly did that mean?" "As I was saying Miss Levinson, this requires some explanation. Please allow me to translate from legalese into English." "I get it," Wyatt said bitterly. "He just fucked me." "What? What do you mean by that?" Brooke wanted to know. "What's going on here? Will someone please tell me what all of this means?" Randolf waited patiently for her to finish then said, "What this means is that Mr. Hall's inheritance is on hold until..." "Oh hold? Okay, what in the hell does that mean—on hold? For how long?" "Brooke, please. Let him finish," Wyatt said tersely even though he knew exactly what it meant. "Wyatt, Junior, will have access to one million dollars..." "Thank God!" Brooke said. "That should last us for a couple of years or so right, baby?" Again, Randolf sat and waited. When Brooke finally looked back at him he continued, "He'll have access to one million dollars which may be used only for living expenses as noted in Appendix 1, to maintain the primary residence as set forth in Appendix 2, and to care for his sister, Sadie, as set forth in Appendix 3. Should Mr. Hale refuse to accept these terms, he will receive a one-time payment of $50,000 and there shall be no further financial compensation." "What the fuck?" Brooke said standing up. "Sit down, Brooke," Wyatt said angrily before noticing Sadie staring at him. "Okay, and if I accept my father's terms?" he asked the attorney. "Should you fulfill the terms as outlined in the will, then one year from today, you will receive the entirety of Wyatt Hall, Senior's, estate." "So we can go home and just write checks for the house and the kid and stuff, right?" Brooke said. "Then in a year we'll be rich." "No, it doesn't work like that," Wyatt told her. "So...how does it work?" she demanded to know. Randolf explained. "Wyatt will be required to live here the entire time and personally manage the residence to include maintenance, taxes, the staff, payroll, etc. In addition, he must personally care for his sister to include, but not limited to her health, education, and general welfare." "You have got to be shitting me!" Brooke said. "I'm not staying in this...this city! I told you we live in California, Wyatt. Do something!" He turned to and spoke as sternly as he ever had. "Brooke? Go upstairs and finish your drink. Have a second if you like. But give me some time with Randolf, okay?" She, in turn, was angrier than he'd ever seen her before. She slammed the drink down sloshing the contents all over the expense teak furniture and said, "Fine. I'll go upstairs. I'll go upstairs and pack! I'm not staying in this shit hole no matter how fancy the toilet is!" Wyatt knew she wouldn't leave. It was all theater. It was just Brooke being a drama queen. She'd quickly realize there was a huge pot of gold at the end of the year-in-Seattle rainbow and he knew she'd be willing to eat many yards of shit to get to it. The problem was he wasn't sure he wanted her beside him anymore while he did the waiting. As he looked over at Sadie, he wasn't even sure he wanted to wait. Well, it wasn't the waiting, per se, it was having to babysit a kid he didn't even know and quite frankly had no interest in getting to know. Yes, she was legally his sister, but otherwise he didn't know a thing about her beyond her age and that she was constantly being doped up. Randolf watched Brooke storm out then told Wyatt, "For the first week, Sadie's nanny will continue full-time teaching you how to do everything for which she is currently responsible. After that, she will receive the equivalent of one year's salary and a letter of recommendation. I will also continue to administer the estate and run the house for a period of 30 days. During that time I'll show you everything that needs to be done then turn all responsibility over to you. You may consult me at any time as your attorney, but I will not be able to do anything other than offer you advice." He paused then said, "I should note it will be my sole determination one year hence as to whether or not you have fulfilled your obligations." Still smoldering inside, Wyatt said, "What's to prevent you from saying I didn't and keep the money for yourself." Randolf smiled but didn't laugh. "There is no money for me outside of a guaranteed salary for the next year and a severance similar to the nanny's. In other words, my compensation is the same whether you succeed or fail. I can assure you I have no vested interest in anything but being wholly impartial." He waited for a moment then said, "Your one-year begins tomorrow assuming of course, you'll be staying. You're to think this over carefully tonight and inform me of your decision in the morning. I have two sets of forms for you to sign depending on your decision. Is there anything else you'd care to ask, Mr. Hall?" Wyatt looked at him then at Sadie then back at Randolf. "No, you've been your usual thorough self, Mr. Crane. I'll let you know in the morning." The nanny took Sadie's hand and said, "Come along, dear. We have a lot to do before dinner." As she stood up, Sadie looked at him and said, "Goodbye, Wyatt." He was more than a little surprised to hear her call him by his name, something she'd never done before. It almost made him see her as a real person. He watched her leave, shook Randolf's hand and thanked him, then made his way upstairs expecting an all-out brawl with Brooke. Her ability to survive had been finely honed and she'd already cut through the chaff and realized that any hope of her sharing in her boyfriend's wealth required staying, and staying required an immediate change of attitude. She'd flipped the switch and smiled when he walked in. "You know, Seattle isn't all that bad," she said. "I might even learn to enjoy living here provided I can fly home occasionally until our year-long sentence is up." Wyatt not only wasn't convinced this change was genuine, he was certain she was a kind of human chameleon, capable of adapting to virtually any environment if it meant money in the end. Well, a lot of money, that is. "You understand that staying means raising Sadie, right?" he said throwing out a first trial balloon. He saw her grimace then say, "It's only for a year, right? We can stand on our heads for a year, can't we?" He was sure she'd break that code, too, and rather quickly. One didn't accept legal responsibility for a minor child then easily relinquish it. "I'm tired of it, Your Honor," wasn't the kind of thing that caused a judge to say, "Oh, okay. You're off the hook." No, this would be at least seven more years of commitment if not more. Wyatt knew it and he had no doubt Brooke would, too. The only thing he wasn't sure of was what kind of scheme she'd try and implement to prevent Sadie from impacting her life or more aptly 'harshing her mellow.' The following morning Wyatt told Randolf he was willing to accept all of the conditions in his father's will. Even a year ago, he wasn't sure he could have done this, but this past year had brought changes born of a lot of reflection. Wyatt had lived exclusively for himself his entire life. He'd never sacrificed anything—not time, not money—nothing—for anyone but himself. He knew that was part of this change; this desire to settle down. Doing it like this wasn't anything he'd have wished for, but it was the hand he'd been dealt. So in the back of his mind it was becoming clear that Sadie would become a big part of his life while it seemed almost as clear Brooke's role in it would begin to wane. "Okay, Wyatt. Just sign here, here, and here," Randolf said. "I'll have these filed at the county courthouse this morning and they will be legally binding. Actually, your signature alone has made them binding so..." "So we're officially babysitters now," they heard Brooke say as she walked in unexpectedly. "Um, yeah. Looks that way," Wyatt said. "Miss Levinson? Legally, you have no responsibility in any of this. Wyatt is now Sadie's sole legal guardian and he alone is 100% responsible for her welfare. I'm sure he'll appreciate any and all assistance you might care to offer, but I must be perfectly clear here. This is not a shared responsibility." "Okay. I get it. Besides how hard can it be to take care of a little zombie?" Brooke held her arms out in front of herself and took a few steps imitating the way they were portrayed in old movies. Neither of the men laughed while Wyatt shook his head in disgust. "What? You're suddenly all politically correct? A joke isn't even funny anymore?" she said incredulously. "A joke is funny, Brooke. That's not funny. It's...cruel," Wyatt said as he briskly walked right passed her. "Who dropped a turd in his punchbowl? Sheesh!" she said as he strode by. "Mr. Hall?" Wyatt heard the nanny say almost as soon as he walked out. "It's time to take Miss Sadie to school. Do you wish to accompany us this morning?" "Um...yes. Of course. Let me just grab my coat, okay?" "So can you go over the daily school routine with me?" Wyatt asked in the limo on the way to The Charles Wright Academy, an elite private school in U-district, a colloquialism for 'The University of Washington district.' Wyatt made mental notes as she ticked off all of the things he'd need to do each morning and afternoon beginning with signing some forms at school as he was now Sadie's next of kin and primary point of contact. As they walked inside together, Wyatt was surprised again when he felt Sadie's hand slip into his. He smiled at her but she didn't smile back. Her face remained emotionless as they continued toward the office. "Good morning, Sadie!" the headmaster said as they walked in. She saw Sadie holding her brother's hand and asked, "Who is this handsome young man? He's not your boyfriend, is he?" Sadie almost smiled but only said, "He's my brother, Wyatt. My daddy died." "Yes, I know he did, sweetheart. I'm so sorry." She looked at Wyatt and said, "Good morning. I'm the headmaster, Dr. Margaret Hatcher. Wyatt introduced himself and Dr. Hatcher asked her secretary to provide him with the appropriate forms. "Can we possibly talk for a few minutes once you're finished, Mr. Hall? Wyatt leaned down and gave Sadie a hug but she didn't respond. She stood there motionless and expressionless as he held her. "Have a good day, okay?" he said as the nanny walked her to class. Dr. Hatcher wanted to discuss Sadie's 'challenges.' "I don't know how much you know so pardon me if this is redundant," she began. "Sadie has been diagnosed with ADHD and has been prescribed both Ritalin and Adderall to allow her to function properly." "Pardon me for saying so, Dr. Hatcher, but Sadie doesn't seem to be functioning properly in any way." "Mr. Hall, we...professional educators know our craft. Sadie is not capable of being in a classroom without the medication. She is...rambunctious. She is a disruption to the point that it is nearly impossible for a teacher to conduct class." "So...what you're telling me is the medication allows you to...control her." Dr. Hatcher blanched at his comment. "That is a very cynical take on the situation, Mr. Hall. Creating a safe learning environment for all of our children is hardly...controlling." He could feel the condescension dripping from her words and as much as he felt like getting into a verbal battle he decided to sit back and observe for a while. "Is there anything else, Dr. Hatcher?" "Just one more thing, Mr. Hall. This is a private institution with a very long waiting list. All of our parents are...affluent...so let's be clear here. Sadie is not guaranteed continued enrollment in Charles Wright. That is a privilege contingent on her being able to...properly function in a classroom setting." Wyatt didn't respond other than to say, "It was a pleasure meeting you," before walking out. He largely avoided Brooke throughout the day but did ask her if she'd care to accompany him to pick Sadie up. The look on her face spoke volumes, but the chameleon in her quickly masked her true feelings. "Of course!" she told him. The nanny took them inside to the place where children with 'special needs' were taken at the end of the day to wait to picked up. Wyatt intuitively knew that meant segregating them from the rest of the students, something he found troubling. Parents were streaming in and out as they walked inside. Sadie saw him almost immediately and he heard her say, "Wyatt!" He walked over to her and said, "Hey, kiddo! How was your day?" "Fine," she said. The nanny spoke quietly informing Wyatt she needed her medication as soon as they got home. "You can see the effects wear off toward the end of the school day." Wyatt also intuitively understood that meant Sadie slowly began being her real self again, and that that was something that couldn't be allowed. "You ready?" he said as he offered her his hand. She took it and Wyatt turned around and nearly ran into someone. "Sorry!" he said as he stopped short and pulled back quickly. "No, that was my fault. I wasn't watching," the woman said. She looked down and saw his hand attached to Sadie's and said, "Are you Sadie's..." She wasn't sure what to ask. "He's my brother," Sadie said. "He loves me. My daddy died." The woman smiled and said, "Okay. I see the resemblance. Now it makes sense." She bent down and gave Sadie a hug. "Where's Tiffany?" Sadie asked. "Right over there," the woman said pointing to a young girl about Sadie's age who was standing by herself. "Hi, Tiffany!" Sadie called out. The other girl saw her but didn't wave back or respond. Brooke stepped in beside Wyatt and also stepped into the conversation. "Hi! I'm Brooke. I'm Wyatt's girlfriend." Wyatt shook his head almost imperceptibly. Brooke was so transparent. This other woman was very attractive and Wyatt knew that was the only reason Brooke said anything. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, but she was still a really good-looking woman and Brooke was clearly being territorial. "Oh, okay," the woman said as she stood up. "I'm Tara Wallace. It's a pleasure to meet you." She extended her hand, but Brooke pretended not to notice and ignored her. Her rudeness wasn't lost on Wyatt. She looked at Wyatt again then said, "I'm sorry to hear about your father." He thanked her then asked if Sadie wanted to say hi to Tiffany. "Yes! She's my best friend." Wyatt had no idea Sadie even spoke let alone that she had a friend. Then again, he knew next to nothing about his sister so this wasn't that big of a surprise. Tiffany still hadn't moved so her mother said, "Let me just go get her." She stopped then told Wyatt, "She has ADHD, too, and the medication makes her rather um...reserved." "I'm beginning to learn more about that very topic every day," he said. "So...do Tiffany and Sadie ever get together?" Wyatt asked. "Unfortunately, no," Tara said glancing at the nanny. "Your father preferred she come home directly after school each day, Mr. Hall," the nanny offered. "I see." He turned back toward Tara and said, "Maybe they should get together sometime." "I'd like that very much and I know Tiffany would..." "Um, Wyatt? Honey? We need to get going now, right?" Brooke said grabbing his hand. "Yeah, right. Sadie? You ready, Half Pint?"

he called out using the moniker from Little House on the Prairie. "Bye, Tiffany!" Sadie said as she took Wyatt's hand again. Tiffany still hadn't moved or said a word. "It was nice meeting you, Tara," Wyatt said pleasantly. "You, too," she said with a smile. She looked over at Brooke who was staring at her stone faced. Tara quickly looked away and said, "So if you ever want to let Sadie come over to play..." "Do I get to go to Tiffany's?" Sadie asked almost excitedly. "We'll see, okay?" Wyatt told her as he bent down to be her size. "Not today, but maybe soon." Sadie threw her arms around him and said quietly, "I love you, Wyatt." As her little arms held him he found it hard to swallow for a moment. "I um...love you, too," he said not quite sure how to say it and mean it although he knew he did. "Can we go now?" he heard Brooke say impatiently. Her arms were folded and she was tapping her foot. "Um, sure." They all said goodbye to one another and Wyatt couldn't help but notice the way Tara smiled at him when she waved goodbye. When she did he also noticed there was no wedding ring on her finger. During the ride, the brief encounter with Tara was soon forgotten and Wyatt found himself asking the nanny about Sadie's medication and dosage. When she told him what she took and how much he asked, "Has anyone ever tried reducing the amount?" "No, of course not," the nanny replied. "The dosage was determined by a doctor." Wyatt had always had issues with authority and rules. It drove him crazy when people said things like, "Speeding is speeding. If you're over the limit expect a ticket." To him common sense came into play. If he was doing 45 in a 35 on a clear, dry day with no traffic, no pedestrians, and no chance of harming anyone, what good was writing a ticket? Authoritarians would reply to that comment with something along the lines of, "So what is the limit in your world? Is it 55? How about 65? Why not 95?" People like that lived in a simplistic world of black and white. Like the nanny, to them, the rules were the rules! If the doctor (God almighty) said 150mg, then by God it was 150mg! There was no need to think, no need to ask questions. Just execute the orders. He thought about mentioning the Stanley Milgram experiment but knew the lesson would be lost on her. Instead he told her he'd take care of giving Sadie her medication from now on. She tried telling him she needed to show him how many pills of each he needed, but he assured her he could manage on his own. When they got home he had Sadie take him to where her medication was kept. He carefully read the label before doing some internet research on the drugs. He decided he would slowly wean her off them and see for himself how she did. He carefully cut one of the pills of each kind, and would give her less and less each day while monitoring her behavior as well as any signs of physical withdrawal. By dinner time, Sadie was a functional zombie again which told Wyatt the reduction was so slight as to be imperceptible. The following morning he reduced it by that much again before taking her to school then waited to see how she looked and sounded when he picked her up. When he arrived, he saw her in a corner with Tiffany and walked toward them. She was even chattier than the day before as he said hello. "Wyatt? This is my best friend, Tiffany. When can I go to her house to play?" "I have to talk with her mom, okay?" he told her. "You ready to go?" "There she is! Ask her now, Wyatt," Sadie said pointing behind him. "Hi again," Tara said as she walked up. "Hi. It's nice to see you," Wyatt told her. "Sadie was just asking me again about getting together. Would you like to try and set something up?" "You have no idea!" Tara said. She spoke quietly as she told Wyatt how hard it was to get anyone to play with Tiffany and those who had come over rarely came back because her daughter had so many...challenges. He looked at Sadie then back at Tiffany. "Okay. Let's give this a try." He turned toward Tara and said in her ear, "They've had Sadie so doped up on Ritalin and Adderall I've never seen her as her real self. I'm slowly reducing the dosage to see how bad...or not...this ADHD thing really is." "I was pretty much certain she was medicated. Tiffany is, too, in case that wasn't obvious. There are so many children on these drugs today. Most—but obviously not all of them—tend to be boys and in some cases it seems to me it's for the benefit of the teacher rather than the student." Wyatt smiled at her and said, "Exactly! That's what I told Dr. Hatcher in so many words." Tara then spoke into his ear. "You won't get any sympathy from her. She is hardcore pro-drug and if Sadie's behavior changes and a teacher says it's a problem you can expect to be summoned forthwith." "Good to know," he said. "So...can I maybe call you and set something up?" "I'd like that," she told him. Wyatt handed her his phone and opened it to 'contacts' and handed it to her. She handed it back then asked, "I don't mean to be rude, but will your girlfriend be coming with you and Sadie?" Wyatt let out a kind of snort. "No. Not a chance." The way she smiled told him she understood without the need of any additional explanation. He smiled back then said, "It's none of my business, but will there be a boyfriend or maybe an ex-husband when I bring Sadie to your place?" Tara laughed and said, "No boyfriend." She stopped smiling then whispered again in his ear, "There is an ex-husband, but he wants nothing to do with his daughter. She's the reason he left six years ago when she started school." "Sorry. I didn't mean to open old wounds." "You didn't so don't be. He's a self-centered asshole and I'm glad he's gone." Wyatt wasn't planning on saying what he was thinking, but it came out almost involuntarily. "Maybe I should introduce him to Brooke." Tara covered her mouth as she tried not to laugh. Sadie saw her and asked what was so funny. "Did you tell a funny joke, Wyatt?" "No, just the truth, Sadie. You ready now?" "I guess. Bye Tiffany!" she said to her friend who was still standing there expressionless. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" he said to Tara as they headed out. "I'm looking forward to it, Wyatt. Bye, Sadie!" Sadie looked over her shoulder and waved. "She's nice," Sadie said. "So is Tiffany." "Yes they are," Wyatt agreed. She squeezed his hand and said, "So are you. I love you, Wyatt." "I love you back, kiddo," he said squeezing hers, too. Although he had concerns about reducing her dosage too rapidly he decided to be even more aggressive. The following morning he took her down to half of where she was originally as they got ready for school. "Listen, there's something I have to do today so Brooke is going to take you to school this morning. Is that okay?" "No! I want you to take me, Wyatt." "It's just this one time, Sadie. Can you help me out and let her take you just for today?" "I don't like her," Sadie told him. "She's mean." "I'm calling Tiffany's mom today and we're going over to her house whenever she says it's okay. Does that help?" "Really?" she asked almost excitedly. "Yes, really. But you have to let Brooke take you to school." "Okay. She can take me. But just this one time. Promise?" "Thanks, kiddo. I owe you." Brooke showed up a few minutes later pretending to be excited about helping out. "So are you ready to take a ride in the limo?" she asked Sadie. "I guess," she said as Wyatt helped her put her coat on. "I'll be there after school for you, okay?" he told her. He hugged her then gave her a first-ever kiss on the cheek before wishing her a good day. As it was still the first week, Brooke asked the nanny to go with them; not because she didn't know how to walk Sadie inside but because she had no interest in doing so. As they drove along Brooke looked at Sadie as she asked the nanny, "Does the little zombie ever say anything?" The nanny saw Sadie glaring at Brooke and chose not to reply. "What? You can't speak, either? Jesus. What a couple of freaks." "My brother doesn't love you," Sadie said out of the blue. "Oh, look. It does speak!" Brooke stared at said, "Oh, yeah? Then why does he sleep with me every night if he doesn't love me?" "Because you're pretty," she said coldly. "Well, you may be a zombie, but at least you're not blind." "But only on the outside." Brooke raised up then put a finger in Sadie's face. "Listen to me you little bitch. You may think you're going to steal your brother away from me, but let me explain something to you. You're worth millions of dollars and he—and I—will do anything...even pretend we like you...to get that money. He doesn't love you any more than I do and I don't even like you. So the next time he says or does something nice, just remember it's because it's the only way we get your father's money. And we're going to get it." Brooke's hand was shaking and she wanted to slap the little brat so bad it was killing her. But she thought the nanny or the driver or even Sadie would say something if she did so she held back. No one looked at anyone the rest of the way to school. Sadie jumped out first and waited for the nanny. Before she closed the door Sadie looked back in and said, "My brother is going to leave you one of these days because you're a horrible person." She stood there for a second watching Brooke's reaction then said, "You're the bitch." She slammed the door then walked away with the nanny. "Do you know what your little spawn-of-Satan sister called me on the way to school this morning?" Brooke said as soon as Wyatt was back from whatever business he had. "Do tell," he replied. She told him the story omitting important details and Wyatt said, "That's interesting. She said that without prompting?" "I beg your pardon?" Brooke said. "What do you mean by that? Are you insinuating I provoked her? You can't possibly be thinking that." "I can't?" he said flatly. "Oh, this is rich. You're taking sides with a kid who's so stoned on drugs she can barely function over your girlfriend? Give me a fucking break!" "I'm sorry, Mr. Hall," they heard a voice say. "I didn't mean to intrude. I was just coming to ask if you'd need me the rest of the day and I couldn't help but overhear Miss Levinson's version of the story." "Version? What do you mean by my...version? Are you implying I'm lying?" Brooke was outraged and the veins in her neck were bulging. "I don't call people for whom I work liars, Miss Levinson," the nanny said. "Good, then why don't you hit the fucking road and go start looking for another job?" she spat. The nanny looked away and turned to Wyatt. "Will you be needing me again today, sir?" she asked politely. "No, but I would like to know what was said this morning." He looked at Brooke and said, "All of it." "Give me a fucking break!" Brooke screamed. "This bitch is a liar!" "She hasn't said anything yet, Brooke," Wyatt said calmly. "I'm not going to stand here and listen to her slander! You can either believe me or find yourself another girlfriend!" she screamed as she stormed passed the nanny intentionally shoving her with her arm on the way out. "Please. Tell me what was said," he told her again. She didn't want to repeat what she'd heard so Wyatt assured her there would be no consequences of any kind. The nanny coldly and sterilely repeated the story as succinctly as possible. Wyatt thanked her and told her she was free to leave. "In fact, I'll be fine from here on out. You'll paid the full amount, but you don't need to come back tomorrow unless you need to get your things." He saw the distressed look on her face. He let her know he was truly grateful and assured her she was blameless. He also let her know that her letter of recommendation would be as strong as he could possibly make it and that he wanted to give her something as a personal thank you. He handed her the check and said, "I wish I had something more to offer than money for all the time you've spent caring for my sister. I'm learning just how valuable loyalty like yours is." She looked at the amount and thanked him profusely. "Sadie is such a wonderful child. It's none of my business, but you may be doing the right thing with regard to her medication. I got so used to doing only what I was told that I stopped thinking." She looked down briefly before saying, "But I never stopped caring. Would it be all right for me to come by in the morning and tell Miss Sadie goodbye in person?" "Of course. She'd like that, I'm sure." With that, she turned around and went to collect the things she could carry and would gather the rest the following morning. That afternoon Sadie was almost animated when he picked her up. "Hi, big brother!" she said when he saw her. "You seem happy," he told her as she took his hand. "I don't feel all groggy from the medicine. I feel...happy!" She'd been smiling then suddenly stopped. "Is...Brooke in the car?" she asked in a way that concerned him. "No. No, she isn't." When they got inside he said, "So...tell me what happened this morning. What did Brooke say to you?" "Nothing," she said quietly. "No, she'd didn't say nothing. Did she call you a zombie again?" Sadie looked at him but didn't answer. "You're not in trouble. I just need to know." "Yes," she said without looking at him. She told him she also called the nanny the same thing. "Did she call you an 'it'?" Sadie nodded. "Okay, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked. "Hey, smile! You're not in trouble." "I will be when I get home," she said. "What? What do you mean by that?" "When Brooke finds out she's going to..." Wyatt moved over next to her and put his arm around her shoulder. "Brooke won't be doing anything to you ever again." "She will when you're not around. She hates me," Sadie told him. He pulled her close and said, "You're my sister. Blood is thicker than..." He stopped realizing she wouldn't understand. "I'll take of Brooke, okay? Can you just trust me?" Sadie nodded and laid her head on her shoulder. "I'm glad you came home, Wyatt." He kissed the top of her head and said, "Me, too." When they got inside, Brooke was standing in the foyer waiting. "What lies did she tell you?" she hissed as Sadie walked by then stopped. She turned around to see what Wyatt was going to say. "Go on up to your room okay, Sadie?" he told her with a warm smile. As she started up the stairs, Brooke said, "Seriously? You're taking her word over mine? Get real!" He waited until Sadie was out of earshot then said, "I am getting real, Brooke. Go upstairs and pack your shit and get out." She stood there in stunned silence staring at him. "Don't worry. I'll pay for your plane ticket and any other expenses until you get home." Her mouth was wide open in disbelief. "Before you ask, yes, I'm serious. You're not staying here tonight. I want you out. I don't care where you go or what you do, but you're not spending one more night in this house—my house." She came back downstairs a half hour later with the same suitcases she'd brought. She looked at him and said with venom in her voice, "Like you have a chance of pulling this off by yourself! You'll be begging me to come back here and help you with...her...before I can even get back to California. Mark my words!" "I may not 'pull this off' but I'll die before I ask you for help." Once he knew she was packed and on the way out, he began walking upstairs himself. As he did, he turned around and told her, "There's a car waiting for you out front. He'll take you anywhere you tell him to go. He's giving you $500 in cash and a boarding pass I just printed off. Don't lose them." He heard Brooke's heels clicking loudly on the marble floor as she stomped out. "Good riddance," he said from the top of the stairs. "Sadie?" he said as he tapped her door. "It's time for your medicine." "I don't want to take it anymore," she said. "You can't just stop. It'll make you feel sick. We have to slowly taper you down, okay?" "Okay." She didn't understand what that meant, but she did trust him. "Two things," he said as they went to her bathroom. "One, we're going to Tiffany's on Saturday." Sadie squealed with excitement. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said as she hugged his waist. "What's the other thing?" "If I let you stop taking your medicine, you can't start getting in trouble in school. If you do, I'll have no choice but to put you back on it. Deal?" She let go of him and said, "I talk too much when I don't take my medicine." He knelt down and said, "I'm not concerned about talking. I'm concerned about you saying things...like Brooke said. You can't ever be that way to anyone. Understand?" "Yes." "I'm not saying it's okay to talk in class. It isn't. But that's not the kind of trouble I'm talking about. Does this make sense?" "I think so," she said as he stood up then handed her the much-reduced amount of pills. "Another couple of days and you should be completely off of this stuff. Don't let me down, kiddo." "I won't," she said as she swallowed them. Sadie was up early Saturday morning and started asking Wyatt when they were going to Tiffany's as soon as she saw him. "Ten o'clock. Her mom's making lunch for us so don't eat too much before we go." Wyatt laughed when he realized Sadie barely touched whatever food was put in front of her. And yet, here she was eating. "I haven't seen you eat two bites since I got here," he told her. "My medication makes me not want to eat. Do I have to take it before we go?" she asked as though he hadn't already discussed it with her. "Yes. You'll take a little less again, but you do have to take it. Do you feel okay? Any headaches? Dizziness? Mood swings?" "No," she said taking a bite of toast. "I feel...like me again." The car was waiting at 9:45 and Sadie was already downstairs waiting. "You look so handsome, Wyatt!" she told him. "This? It's no big deal," he told her. "Then why did you take nearly an hour deciding what to wear?" he asked himself. After all that, he'd settled on a yellow shirt with blue pinstripes and some navy pants with cordovan-colored shoes and a matching belt. "Father never let me go anywhere," she said on the drive. "Did he make you call him 'father'?" "No, he just didn't seem like a dad to me so I always called him father." Someday, Wyatt would tell her how he never knew their father, either. To him, he'd been little more than a credit card—a thick wallet and a means to an end. Sadie didn't need to hear any of that today and he could tell she was very intelligent. She probably already understood it, at least to some degree. "This is their house?" Sadie said as they pulled up. It was a very modest home near the school both girls attended. It was nothing like the home Sadie'd grown up in and for all he knew, this might be the first time she'd been anything that wasn't like their gated quasi-mansion. Tara opened the door for them. "Sadie! Hi. It's so good to see you!" She hugged her and told her where Tiffany was. Tara noticed the difference immediately as Wyatt came in. "Oh, my! Don't you look nice." She looked behind him and said, "Where's the other model?" "Brooke?" he asked almost rhetorically. "She's the only model." "Could have fooled me," Tara said in a way that was playful but not flirty. "Is she not coming?" "No. Um...she's actually going. No, by now she's gone." He explained generically what happened and Tara wasn't surprised. "Wyatt? May I ask you something?" she said as she offered him a seat. "Sure, I'd love to go out with you sometime," he said with mock seriousness. His response caught Tara so off guard she laughed out loud. "Were I ten years younger I'd be openly flirting," she told him. At 35, she realized how silly that must have sounded so she quickly added, "Not that you'd flirt back. I'd just be foolishly throwing myself at you." "Wouldn't you also be married?" he asked. "Oh, right. Gee, thanks for reminding me. No, seriously, is Sadie off her medication?" "Is it that obvious?" he asked. "To a parent who's child takes Ritalin and Adderall it is," she said. "I'm weaning her off it," he told her. "Wow, that's bold of you," she said. "How so?" "Well, Dr. Hatcher's not going to like it. I'd say you can expect to start getting formal notices of 'bad behavior' very soon." "Ah, like talking in class?" he offered. "Bingo," she told him. "I can't afford to risk losing Tiffany's place. Her father pays the tuition and he'd be outraged were she to be um...asked to leave." "Wow, Dr. Hatcher sounds like a little Mussolini. Is she really that bad?" "Don't get me started," Tara said. "Are you saying these notices can lead to Sadie's expulsion?" "No, I'm saying they will lead to it. I've seen five kids 'lose their place' when their parents took them off their ADHD medication in the years Tiffany's attended school there. Wyatt, I don't like doping my child, but she can't get this kind of education in a public school. They shunt kids like her into 'special' classes with three- or four-letter designations and they don't learn anything because they teach to the lowest common denominator." "Well, I'm not only willing to risk it, I'm doing it. I absolutely respect your decision, Tara. It's just not what's best for Sadie." "I admire you for that, Wyatt. If I had any other alternative, I'd do it, too." "You know...I might just have one." They talked for the next two hours getting acquainted then took the girls out for lunch after being given a choice of grilled cheese sandwiches and soup or McDonalds. Sadie ate everything on her plate and asked for ice cream afterwards while Tiffany barely touched hers. "Appetite suppression is another side effect. I always say you can tell who's on medication by watching them eat. Or not." "You know, the more I think about this the angrier it makes me. I'd love to know just how many children are taking these kinds of drugs and why. There has to be a better way for kids who are...active...to learn without turning them into..." "Zombies?" Tara offered. "As much as I hate that word, I have to admit it's very descriptive." Wyatt sat there staring at the two girls and the differences in their behavior. Sadie was smiling, talkative, and had an appetite while Tiffany sat there almost expressionless occasionally taking a very tiny bite. "I see those wheels spinning, Wyatt. Care to tell me what you thinking?" "Not yet," he said without looking at her. "But I do have one question. You're a college graduate. Have you ever thought about getting a teaching certificate?" "Me? Heavens no. I love kids, but teach? I don't think so. Why do you ask?" "Just thinking. That's all." And he was thinking. He wasn't sure it could be done, but it couldn't hurt to look into it. They went back to Tara's house and only stayed a few more minutes. Sadie sat down by her brother and folded her arms. "What's going on, Sadie?" "Nothing," she said. "Nothing?" "Well, it's just that Tiffany doesn't want to play. She just wants to sit there and hold her stuffed animals. I'm too old for them and..." She looked at Tara who said, "Say what's on your mind, Sadie. I won't be upset. I promise." "It's...boring. We don't do anything. She doesn't even want to talk. Tara knew she was right and there was nothing she could say to Sadie. Instead, she said to Wyatt, "Maybe I could reduce her dosage." "Every little bit helps. I didn't see much change in Sadie until we got below 50%. She's done to 20% and by Tuesday, she'll be off both medications completely." Sadie had no idea what her brother meant when he told Tara, "Guess that means I better get busy on this idea of mine." Then again, Tara also had no idea what he meant. But she did have hope. She also trusted Wyatt and although she'd never tell him, she was happy Brooke was out of his life. She'd also never let him know she wouldn't mind being in it. He'd have to let her know he was interested as it just wasn't Tara's style to push herself on any man. Even one as...yummy...as Wyatt Hall. "So there's no restriction on how I use the money for Sadie as long as it's for her welfare, right?" he asked Randolf that afternoon. "Well, I have the final determination as to whether or not it's in her best interest, but your father gave me very wide latitude so if you can show something is even slightly better than what she currently has—in any area of her life—it shouldn't be a problem. Why? What exactly are you thinking?" "I'll let you know in a few days, okay?" he replied. He had a ton of research to do and no real idea whom to see or where to even start. So he'd just pick someone or something and dive in and sort it out as he went. \*\*\*\*\* "Pastor Stevenson? I'm Wyatt Hale. We spoke on the phone and it's a pleasure to meet you." "Same here, Mr. Hall. You said your interest was in the Christian School we have as a part of our ministry. What specifically are you wanting to discuss?" An hour later, Wyatt left with a basic understanding of the various types of schools from public to private, charter, magnet, and religious. He also began to have a feel for the concept of certification, the role it played, and how important (or unimportant) it was to a student's future education after graduating from high school. Later that afternoon he spent another hour with the principal of a charter school and added that information to what the Baptist minister had told him earlier that morning. The following day he sat down with an different attorney and discussed a bevy of legal issues from buying property to liability to accepting taxpayer money and it's role in accountability to the state. "So the bottom line is I can start a private school and as long as I don't accept money from the federal or state government, I can teach pretty much whatever I want with teachers who either are or aren't certified by the state." With some minor caveats, the attorney confirmed his statement and Wyatt was now ready to put his plan into action. Knowing that two heads are better than one, he asked to meet with Tara again while Tiffany was in school and see if he could solicit her help. "Wow. That's very ambitious," she told him. "And very expensive." "Let me worry about the

finances, okay? My question is would you consider letting your own daughter attend a school like this which caters only to children with severe cases of ADHD knowing they will either be off their medication completely or on very low doses?" "After listening to your entire presentation, I still have concerns, but they're small in comparison to the potential I see for my daughter—as well as your sister and many children like them—by attending a school specifically tailored for their unique needs. So, yes, count me in." "Great! I'm not sure how long it's going to take to get this up and running, but I'm putting a business plan together this week. We need to find a suitable property, get it to where it can pass inspection, buy books and computers and other materials, find teachers, and advertise to parents with kids like ours to find our future student body. I see us initially taking no more than ten kids per grade so that our student-teacher ratio is very low. We can even hire classroom assistants if necessary. We don't have to worry about certification in the near-term, that can be a goal for down the line. The main goal is provide kids who are um...very active...a safe place where they can learn by finding ways to reach them; ways that no other school can take the time to employ because doing so means they don't service the majority. That of course, means our unique kids get left behind, left out, and turned into well...zombies...on the way." As he got caught up in making his argument, his passion and his love for children like Tiffany tugged at Tara's heartstrings to the point she was on the verge of tears. "Hey? Why so sad?" Wyatt said when he noticed she was tearing up. Tara blinked several times then said, "It's just that no one has ever taken any real, personal interest in my daughter before. Everyone has had just one goal in mind. Calm her down through medication so she isn't a distraction. I'm sorry, but my child is NOT a distraction! She's an individual; a unique human being with individual needs and it took this...it took—you—to wake me up to that simple truth." Wyatt stood up then sat next to her. He grabbed a tissue from the coffee table and handed it to her. She thanked him and carefully wiped her eyes. "Tiffany is an individual. So is Sadie. Look, we can't be the only parents...or guardians...who have these concerns. There have to be plenty of other people who feel like the educational system is letting them down by shunting their kids off into a corner—a very quiet corner—so they don't 'bother' anyone else. I know I am and I just started doing this." "Me, too," Tara said as she sat down the tissue. "Thank you, Wyatt. You're such a good person." Her words were simple but had a profound impact as Wyatt realized no one had ever said that to him before. No one had ever even implied it and there was good reason for that. He'd been a completely self-absorbed narcissist interested in nothing but personal pleasure. Caring for Sadie had made him realize there was more to life than getting laid or spending money although he still very much wanted to get laid. He just didn't want any more of the endless hook ups and as he looked at Tara he understood why. "You know, that may just be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, Tara." "Really? You can't be serious. I mean you're probably the most handsome young man...sorry...man...I've ever seen and you have this amazingly big heart. I'm sorry, but that doesn't make any sense." Wyatt smiled and said, "This is all new ground for me. I'm in completely uncharted territory. Putting another person before myself—any other person—is a first. Caring about someone else is, too. Even something like delayed gratification is utterly foreign to me. Anytime I met a woman I found really attractive, I made in my mission in life to sleep with her." He shook his head as he laughed very briefly then said, "The old me would have tried to sleep with you the first time we met." Tara's facial expression changed immediately when she heard what he'd said. She stopped crying and was even smiling albeit not very strongly as Wyatt began explaining how this was all new to him. Now she looked...baffled...and Wyatt wasn't exactly sure why. "Did I just say something offensive? If so, I apologize. Again, I'm new at all of this so I'm bound to make mistakes. But my intentions are honorable, I assure you, even if I'm a little clumsy expressing them." Tara lowered her eyes and looked away. She felt her heart beating very rapidly. It was pounding in her chest and she could 'hear' it in her ears and wondered if Wyatt could, too. She wanted to tell him how much she liked him but couldn't. It wasn't just her need to have the man ask first, it was also her age. She'd seen Brooke and Brooke was insanely gorgeous—and young—just like Wyatt. Tara knew she was considered attractive, but she was maybe as much as ten years older and definitely not in his league. Even so, she wanted nothing more than for him to take her hand and... "Tara? Are you upset with me?" he asked again. She forced herself to 'snap out of it' and looked right at him. She even managed a smile and said, "No. Not at all. Why would I be? You're doing such a great thing and it's going to help our girls so much. No, I'm not upset in the least. I'm actually very impressed." "Really?" Wyatt said. "I've never heard those words before, either." He reached for her hand and Tara's heartbeat went out of control as she handed hers to him. "You're really amazing and I just wanted you to know that." He put his other hand on top of hers and squeezed it before saying, "Well, I should get going. We have a ton of work ahead of us." He stood up and helped Tara do so as well, as he was still holding her hand. They stood face to face and Wyatt said, "I'm really excited about working with you, Tara. I hope you won't get sick of me too quickly." She tried to speak but couldn't find her voice. She cleared her throat then said, "I'm quite sure that's not going to happen, Wyatt." "I hope not," he said smiling at her. "I really like spending time with you." "I'm glad," she said. "A little surprised but very glad." "Why would you be surprised?" he asked. He reached for both hands which she offered him before he told her, "Why wouldn't I enjoy being around you? You're smart, you're kind, you're caring, and..." He looked down and thought twice about saying it because he found her so attractive he didn't want to ruin this relationship by making her feel uncomfortable. "And...what?" she asked barely able to speak. He looked back into her eyes then said, "You're all of those things and you're so...beautiful, too." He her eyes were locked on his and she hadn't so much as blinked. "It can be very...distracting." "So...now you know how I feel whenever you're near me," she replied in a very soft, very quiet voice. She finally blinked and she wondered again if he could hear her heart trying to slam its way out of her chest. "What are you saying, Tara?" he asked. He inched closer and slowly raised his hand and placed it on her cheek. He eyes closed as she pushed her head into his hands. "Do I have to say the words?" she whispered still looking into his eyes. He moved closer still then quietly said, "No. No, you don't. Your beautiful eyes are saying them for you." He put his other hand on her cheek then whispered, "You are so beautiful." Tara reached up and gently grabbed his wrists and placed them behind her back before putting her arms under his. "Thank you," she whispered back as he slowly leaned down to kiss her. Tara was flooded with emotions as his soft lips met hers. She was overwhelmed by this rush of feeling and need and through it all she tried to remember if she'd ever felt this way before. Her very first kiss. The first time a cute boy had asked her to dance. Her...first time. Unable to stop herself she yielded to passion as she offered him the tip of her tongue. To her absolute delight he offered his back and then even more. Tara moaned softly as their tongues slowly danced and their lips pressed close. She didn't know how long it lasted. She only knew it was the best, most romantic kiss of her life and that it had forced her heart to move somewhere closer to her throat. She couldn't speak and she could barely breath as their lips parted. Wyatt brushed her pretty hair back and said, "You see. That's what I was talking about. You're...very distracting." Desperation forced her to speak as she told him, "I...I don't mind being distracted...like that." He smiled at her and when he did she felt a kind of warmth spread through her entire body starting from somewhere below her waist and radiating outward in all directions. She hadn't had an orgasm, but the feeling was every bit as pleasant. "If I don't leave now, I won't want to leave," he told her as he twirled her hair in her fingers. "Then stay," her shaky voice said as her entire body trembled. "Are you sure?" he asked as their eyes remained fixed on the others. "Very," she told him. "Will this affect our working together?" he asked her. Tara nodded and moved her lips closer to hers. "It might require us to take...long breaks at certain times." "I guess we could just spend more time together in order to compensate," he said very quietly. "I'm told breaks are very important," she said as her lips pressed softly against hers. She kissed him deeply and passionately and he responded in kind. As they stood there locked together in the fires of passion Wyatt said, "I've wanted to kiss you since the first time I saw you." "I wouldn't have stopped you," she said during the briefest of breaks. "I don't want to just kiss you, Tara," he told her. "I won't stop you," she said again as their kissing grew fierce. "Make love to me, Wyatt," she moaned. "Please?" She led him to her bedroom and closed the door. "How much time before school's out?" he asked. "Enough," she said as she began unbuttoning his shirt. When it came off, Tara ran her hands over her chest and said, "My God, you are so beautiful." "So are you," he told her before kissing her again. As he began unbuttoning her simple white blouse she said, "Wyatt? I'm...I'm not Brooke. When you see me...when you look at me...just remember that, okay?" He slipped her blouse off of her small shoulders and said, "I wouldn't be here with you if you were her." He unhooked her bra and let it fall then told her, "Wow!" he exclaimed as he admired her. "She's not even in your league." And even though Tara's body wasn't as physically spectacular as Brooke's, everything about this woman made her so much more desirable and appealing to him. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he told her truthfully. She wanted desperately to believe him, but she couldn't imagine that was true. "I won't call you a liar," she said sweetly. "I'll just ask you to get your eyes checked." He pulled her close and kissed her as he softly squeezed her breast. Tara gasped as Wyatt said, "My eyes are fine and you really are very beautiful." Moments later they were both fully undressed with Wyatt's shorts coming off last. "Oh, my God..." Tara said instinctively as she saw him for the first time. Other than her former husband, she'd only been with two other men and none of them looked like...that. "I could cum just looking at you," she told him truthfully. From his thick hair to his male model-like face to his rock-hard body to his oh-so well endowed cock, Tara had never seen anyone or anything like him. "Don't you dare," he replied as he pulled her close. "I want to make you cum...over and over and over." Tara had heard that women could have multiple orgasms but so far, she'd never experienced that. With the men she'd made love with, one was rare. With the toys she used when living alone, one had always been enough. But as she looked at her beautiful young Adonis, she wondered if he might just be right and couldn't wait to find out. He backed her up to the bed as they kissed then set her on the edge. "Relax and let me take care of everything, okay?" he told her as he planted himself between her legs. Tara laid back resting her hands on the bed while looking down at her handsome lover as he gently spread her soft, wide lips. She was aware she was very, very wet and that she was already right on the verge. As his sweet tongue found its target, Tara gasped, inhaling sharply. As he opened her sex he used the width of his tongue to slowly lick her down its entire length. Just as he got to the end she felt herself lose control. Her body tensed and spasmed, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. "Oh my...God!" she cried out. Her body wanted her to throw her head back, but she couldn't take her eyes off of him. She watched as his tongue held fast through each wave until her body grew calm again. "Mmmm. That's one," he said smiling at her. "Oh, my God...there's more?" she cried unable to imagine anything feeling better than that. "Much more," he said diving back in. He slowly and softly licked her up and down, then spun circles around her clit occasionally pinching her pussy lips together and kneading them around gently before reopening her and going back to work with his tongue. Within five minutes, she was once again back on the edge. Her breathing was heavy and deep, her moans growing louder. As she felt the pressure building again, her body demanded release. She thought of him on top of her, entering her, and as she did, another long, glorious wave washed over her body. "Ohhh...fffuck!" she cried softly as she came just as hard this second time. Wyatt smiled then raised her legs up and pushed her onto the bed. "Come here, beautiful," he said as he laid beside her. Tara reached for him and as she took him, she realized she'd forgotten just how big he was. She was both excited and even afraid of what it would be like to take him inside her. As she stroked him, he grew in her hand, filling her small palm completely. She found it hard to imagine him with her and yet here he was, not with someone young and beautiful like Brooke, but with her. What she couldn't yet understand was that she was so much more beautiful to him than any Brooke had ever been. She couldn't know he was very ready to fall in love and give his heart to just one woman. She couldn't possibly know that she was that woman. "You feel so good," she told him as she looked into his eyes again as she continued to stroke his long, hard cock. He saw her expression change before she said, "I...I haven't done...this...since college." "I don't care, sweetheart," he told her. "Anything you do will be perfect." He kissed then told her, "You're perfect, Tara." She knew right then she was in love with him, and that he could now easily break her heart in an instant. Yet she also knew he never would. It no longer mattered if she was or wasn't that beautiful, all that mattered was being with him. She kissed his lips then his chin and then his chest as she made her way to where she wanted to be. He was now fully erect and Tara still had no idea what to do with...so much of him. She again took him in her tiny hand, her slender fingers wrapped around him unable to connect due to his girth. She pulled him toward her mouth and opened as widely as she could taking him inside of her. She'd never not been able to take a man completely. Then again, she'd never been very interested in this part of lovemaking and had rarely ever done it. But with Wyatt, it was not only different. It was...wonderful. There was no dread, no feelings of having to endure this to get to the 'good part', only the deepest of desire to please the man she loved. She lowered herself as far as she could and realized she was only a little over half way down. "That feels SO good," he groaned as she closed her lips and raised back up before slowly sliding back down. As she sucked, she also used her hand on the lower half of his cock. After a couple of minutes, she placed her delicate hand under his balls and pushed up on them causing Wyatt to moan with pleasure. "Mmmm. I thought you were a novice, but you're an expert!" he said. Tara giggled as she came up for breath. "So...no complaints yet?" she asked before going back down. "Are you kidding?" he asked as he put his hand behind her head. "That's amazing!" She raised back up, waggled his baseball bat and said, "No, this thing is amazing!" Wyatt laughed and said, "It's the one thing my dad gave me that I appreciate." Tara giggled again then took him deep before bobbing up and down faster and faster. "Oh...fffuck!" he called out. He was about to lose it and gently lifted her off of him. "Come here, baby," he told her. Tara climbed up next to him and he said, "Can you reach my pants? I've got a condom in my wallet." She hopped off, found it, and quickly slipped it on. She hadn't used one since college, either, but seemed to recall it covering her boyfriend's entire length. It went down just over halfway on Wyatt and she was now very anxious to feel this beautiful monster in front of her. He rolled her over and kissed her. Tara's tongue was deep inside his mouth as she reached for him. "Right there," she moaned as she granted him access to Fort Knox. Wyatt pushed slowly spreading Tara wider than she'd ever experienced. She gasped as he entered her. "Oh...God!" she said. "You're...huge! Go slow, okay?" "I'll do anything you want, sweetheart," he told her. She'd heard him call her that before but this time he was inside her and slowly taking her and the love she felt for him was overwhelming. She felt him take another inch and then two. She breathed hard as he slowed. "You okay?" She nodded and wanted more. "Oooooo!!" she cried when he gave it her. "My...God you're big!" she said. Slowly but surely he took her completely. "You still okay?" he asked. She nodded again then said, "It feels like you're in my stomach." Wyatt laughed then so did Tara. "Are you complaining?" he teased. "Uh-uh," she moaned as he pulled back before pushing again. "Oh...sshit!" she cried as he finally began making love to her. He started slowly while watching her eyes and listening to her while being very aware of how her body was reacting. When he knew she could handle all of him he began taking her. Tara's arms were around his wide back, her legs spread wide open as he pounded her soaking wet pussy. "Yes!!" she cried. "Oh...my...God! That feels so good!" Wyatt kept at it hammering her so hard he barely heard her screams over the noise. "God fucking...yes!!" he heard in spite of the noise. He knew she was coming again and he let go, too. "Yes!! Fuck me hard! Yes...yes...YES!!" Tara screamed with pleasure as he shot his load inside her. "Oh, my God!" she said panting hard as they finished together. "That was so...amazing," she said as she fought for breath. "You were amazing," he told her as he smiled and looked into her eyes. "Really?" she asked genuinely wanting to know. "Oh, trust me on that. You were fantastic." "I'm so glad!" she said as she held him close. "Needless to say, you really were amazing." He raised up and stared into her eyes then said, "You know, I've never once cared what a woman said to me after sex. But with you...I...I want to know...I...I need to know how you feel." Tara purred and said, "I feel...amazing." She smiled and said, "I'm also going to feel...sore...tomorrow, but every painful step is going to make me smile." "You make me smile," he told her. "You know? I've never felt this way about anyone before," he said as he continued to stroke her hair. "So it isn't just me?" she asked smiling back. "Nope," he said before kissing her again. "It definitely isn't just you." She looked over at the alarm clock by the bed and said, "Unfortunately, we're going to have to get ready to go get our girls." "As long as we can take breaks like this, then that's okay. Can we?" he said with a smile. "Anytime you like," she assured him with another beautiful smile. This time, Tara rode with him in the limousine. They held hands and kissed on the way talking and cooing like new lovers. "I'm going to start tapering Tiffany off of her medicine tonight," she told him. "She can be a bit of handful without it." "That's okay," he told her. "It won't be forever and we have to remember we're not raising children, we're raising future adults. Who they are without the medicine is their real self, not this empty shell the medicine makes them. It may be challenging but...if you'll have me, I'll be right by your side every step of the way." He saw her eyes filling with tears again as she said, "Nothing would make me happier, Wyatt." "Nothing?" he asked as he kissed her and placed her hand between his legs. Tara laughed then said, "Well...almost nothing." Sadie was a chatterbox as she climbed into the limo. She talked non-stop all the way to Tara's house asking why Tara was there, were they in love or something, and about her day at school. "Oh, I'm supposed to give you this," she said pulling a piece of paper out of her folder. "What's this?" Wyatt asked. "My teacher says I talk too much, but I can't help it. I'm just interested in everything and I feel so happy and..." Tara leaned over and said, "I told you so." It was the exact notice Tara told him he should expect and more of them followed over the next few weeks as Wyatt worked long hours each day initially looking for the right building in the right location. Once he found it, he paid for it in cash severely depleting his available reserves. He had it inspected, hired a general contractor and crew to bring it up to code and paint it, then got it re-inspected within a month. From there he began purchasing supplies and advertising the grand opening while also looking for qualified teachers. They didn't need to be state certified, but they had to demonstrate the ability to teach and have a willingness to work with kids like Sadie and Tiffany. Tara worked until 5pm most days then joined him and helped out after dinner until it was time to put the girls to bed. For the first month or so, they drove home separately until one evening when Wyatt asked her not to. "I'd like you to move in with me," he told her that evening. "I think we make a pretty good team." "I agree," she said happily. "And it will make taking our um...breaks...a lot easier. So yes, I'll move in with you," she told him. She was disappointed he hadn't asked her to marry him, but she also knew she'd never say 'no' to him regardless of what he asked. He'd been so right about the medication and Tiffany was her old talkative self again. She and Sadie had become best friends talking non-stop right past one another all day, every day never noticing or caring. When Tara told her daughter they were moving in with Sadie and her brother, she'd been ecstatic and talked about it until she went to bed. The next day, Wyatt had a moving company packed them up and move them to his father's house. That evening after dinner, Wyatt asked his three 'girls' if he could have their attention. It took a while to get the actual girls to settle down, but they finally got them to be quiet. "I know you two are excited about living here together and so are your mom and I." The girls started talking again and Wyatt waited patiently for them to stop. "In fact, I'm more than just excited and here's why." He walked over to Tara and held out his hand. "You see, the three of you are the most important people in my life, but Tara is extra special because..." He turned to face her as they stood right in front of the girls. "Because..." He looked into her eyes and said, "Because I'm in love with her. In fact, I love her so much..." He fished around and found the fuzzy blue box and got on one knee. "Oh, my gosh!" Tara said. "He's gonna ask your mom to marry him!" Sadie said jumping up and pointing. Before Wyatt could actually ask her, Tiffany jumped up and screamed, too. "We're going to be sisters!" They were shrieking and holding arms and dancing in a circle chanting, "We're gonna be sisters, we're gonna be sisters." Wyatt let the girls do their thing and looked up at Tara. "Since I met you, my life has changed so much and all of it for the better. I can't imagine it without you in it." The girls were so loud she could barely hear him. "You may want to think twice before you answer!" he hollered. "Tara Wallace? Will you marry me?" She was crying again and Wyatt couldn't hear her, but he did see her nod and hold out her hand. He slipped the ring on her finger then stood up and kissed her. The girls saw them and got quiet for a few seconds but when the kiss kept going they both loudly called out, "Eeewww!" before starting up their chant-dance again. Wyatt held her as they watched the girls act out. "What doesn't kill us..." he began. "Makes us stronger?" she called out. "I think we need a break," he told her. "I like the way you think," she told him. "They won't even notice we're missing!" \*\*\*\*\* Hall Academy opened just after the winter break and none too soon as both Sadie and Tiffany were learned they were no longer welcome at Charles Wright. But they, and 42 other boys and girls from ages 5-15 were more than welcome at Hall where Tara and Wyatt both taught classes. Wyatt pulled double duty as headmaster until the following school year when he was able to hire more teachers. The additional teachers proved invaluable when the year after that Tara became pregnant then later gave birth to a son they named Leif Randolf Hall. Additionally, Wyatt's one-year probation period came to an end, and Randolf Crane unequivocally approved of the way Wyatt had cared for Sadie and their home, thus making his late father's entire inheritance his. Only the two of them and Wyatt's beautiful wife, Tara Hall, knew the exact amount (unless of course, one counts the IRS as a 'someone') which was more than enough to fund the Academy and their lives together. They struggled each day with their girls who had enough energy for four children their age, but the upside was seeing they were happy, healthy, well-adjusted and no longer doped for someone else's convenience. Whenever the girls became too much for Wyatt and Tara to deal with they took breaks. Depending on how rambunctious the girls were, those breaks could last a very long time.

Title: Free Birds Ch. 06 Tags: college, pussy, anal, bed, oral, peeing, exhibitionism, toilet, flashing, conflict **Rachel's Story - Part 1** Hi, it's me, Rachel Jones. You already know a lot of my story - I was in "Ugly Duckling," (it was about me), and in Free Birds, parts 1 and 2, so there isn't a lot to tell you, with a couple of exceptions. In case you forgot, Kira Sterling and I are students and roommates at Pacific Western Christian University, in Fresno, California. Oh, and lovers, too. Believe it or not, there's a problem with that, and I'll explain it later. Kira and I have made love nearly every night, since about two months into the semester, when she seduced me (though I was more than willing), and inflicted her cute little cheerleader body on me every chance she got. She was a bi sophomore, and I was a virginal, naive freshman. Well, virginal in that I had never fucked, or been fucked by, another girl. I had grown up masturbating constantly over the thought of other girls naked, so it's not like I had been resistant to the idea of this beautiful college girl teasing, licking and filling my every hole. And I mean, every hole. So, we fucked constantly. Typically Kira, with her long blonde hair down around her shoulders, would start it by crawling into our shared bed with me, her warm, soft, oh so fragrant body slipping under the sheets, and whether I was asleep or not, she'd kiss me lovingly, her soft, full pink lips pressing insistently against mine, her need expressed in every touch. Her tongue would venture shyly into my mouth, sharing our fluids, a precursor to other fluids that we'd share later in our lovemaking, a thought that never failed to excite me, ironically making me produce even more liquid. Her pink little tongue would tease me, dancing with my own, the excitement expressed in my own tongue's responses echoed by the stiffening in my clitoris, which would begin swelling and peeking out from under its sheath above my pussy. As Kira teased me further along, slowly building me to an eventual orgasm, our bodies would unite first at our lips, then we'd slowly join our bodies together, my soft hands touching her firm, smooth hands, our slim fingers interlacing as urgency overtook us. I could tell how excited Kira was by how hard she'd squeeze my fingers. When her grip absolutely hurt, I knew I was in for a full night of fucking, and I so looked forward to her hurting me, at least in that way! Her long polished fingernails digging into my skin I came to associate with the naughtiest orgasms she would give me. Soon, my erect brown nipples would be kissing her hard, pink ones, then my small breasts nestling against, then eagerly embraced by, her full breasts, the sensation of warm, loving feminine mammary flesh pressing against my own often bringing me to small, preliminary cums, a warm flush spreading through my breasts along with strong tingles emanating from my pussy and radiating through my body. As Kira would loom over my prone body, her full, feminine body just above mine, my body quivering softly under her command, her eyes intently locked on mine, her sweet, warm breath filling my being, she would adjust her position to suit herself, the fronts of her smooth thighs pressing against the fronts of my thighs, our smooth legs rubbing together, then, slowly her leg slipping in between mine, my legs submissively spreading wide. Her wet pussy would kiss my thigh at the exact moment that her own thigh would press insistently against my own cunt, our hips and pussies fucking softly. The molten liquid of her slit would burn into my leg, making my own pussy even wetter, knowing that I was feeling Kira's excitement. I could always identify my female lover's smell then, her pussy musk, and body splash and sweet breath making an unforgettable olfactory trigger that eventually came to make me cum, simply in Pavlovian reaction to the combined smells, and the pleasures I came to expect when smelling them! Eventually, all of our clothes would be off, stripped off in haste or at leisure, by our own hand or by the other, a hot and bothered lover, even to the extent that we'd occasionally rip each other's nighties, bra or panties in removing them, and laugh about it, and then we'd tease each other - warm, wet mouth sucking each other's fragrant, hard nipples, or conversely, teasing one another's lips with our nipples, and with our slim fingertips, sometimes sucking on fingertips like large clits, stroking each other's hard pink clits, pinching those hard little pearls of pleasure, fingers slippery with each other's cum, dipping fingers deep inside into each other's moist pussy, bringing those liquid-tipped fingers to each other's mouth and to our own, and when we were really hot, fucking each other's ass hole with a tongue and fingers. Kira has a beautiful, dynamite body, but I think it's her ass that turns me on the most, or maybe just the thought that I'm licking another girl's poop chute (to be coarse about it). I never realized that I could spend literally hours licking her pink, puckered hole and make both she and I cum from the experience. Kira introduced me to the pleasures of finger fucking a girl's ass to orgasm, followed by licking that same orifice to multiple subsequent cums. And caressing her round, warm bottom, tickling and teasing those beautiful, welcoming pillows both through her panties, and after I've stripped them off her makes us both experience very strong shudders of ecstasy. Kira keeps her bottom scrupulously clean for me, as I do for her, so that our noses fill with each other's feminine musk, and just a hint of a darker smell. Kira also showed me how to fuck a girl's ass with a small dildo, and I had to pretend again and again that I didn't cum, even though I came countless times, simply so that she wouldn't stop fucking my ass with that delightful black-colored toy. Kira taught me so much about woman-woman love, that I feel like I've betrayed her. But, there were ... problems between us. "Kira, do you love me?" I asked her one night, lying on my back, my knees up and spread, while Kira lay between my thighs, licking my pussy. "Umm?" she asked, raising her head. "Of course, I love you SO much, baby," she said. "Why?" "Oh, good," I said. Kira lowered her head, and presently I felt her tongue lapping delightfully at my wet slit, and around, and on, my clit. After a little while I said, "Do you like boys better than me?" Kira looked up again. "Rachel, why the third degree? Is there something bothering you?" "No, nothing," I said. "I was just wondering if being fucked by a guy is better than being loved by another woman." Kira looked at me with a funny expression. "Rachel, I think that your mother built a lot of doubt into you, by treating you so horribly. Please don't let it affect your relationship today, please, baby? And to answer your question, guys suck at fucking, okay? I have all the happiness I could ever want with you, believe me. You're the best lover I've ever had." I still wasn't satisfied, but I decided to keep my doubts to myself. I had this nagging feeling that Kira would one day go back to guys, and leave me all alone. I guess that was one of the first indications that this would end up with us both in a very complicated situation. One thing about Kira that at first turned me on, but which also terrified me, and which she didn't show me until recently, was her exhibitionism. At first I thought that the occasions in which she would flash other girls with her hot, young body were completely innocent, but later I began to have doubts. Or maybe I should have known that she might like to show off, with her being a cheerleader....in any case, it became one more thing that piled onto my doubts about Kira and me. One time, Kira and I decided to go to the Diversity Fair, on campus. It was set up at the 'farm' part of campus, at a combined mini-fairgrounds and pasture. It was just basically a carnival with rides and games, but some of the money went to various campus groups that promote diversity. While we were getting dressed to go, Kira had put on a short black leather skirt, and a white cotton top. "Gosh, I didn't know you HAD a skirt like that," I said. "That's really kind of ... hot!" I was just wearing khaki cargo shorts, and a yellow velour tee, and feeling sort of underdressed. "Come here, I'll show you something," Kira said, with a 'come hither' look in her eye. I walked over and put my right hand on her shoulder, as she faced me. "Yes, dear?" I asked, jokingly. Her blue eyes locked onto mine, she said, "Check this out," and took my other hand, her eyes still locked onto mine, and brought it under her skirt to the damp crevice between her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties, and my finger quickly slipped inside her wet slit, in and out lightly. "I thought it would be fun to go 'sans panties,' just to see what it would be like," she said. "So far, it's pretty hot, don't you think?" She took my hand in hers again, and brought it up to her face, her warm, wet lips slipping over my forefinger, sucking her cum off my finger as though she were sucking a dick. That certainly got ME hot, and wet! "Yeah," I said, "it sure is! But I'M not going to do that, I don't have the courage." "Well, it's just for a goof," Kira assured me. It was twilight, just the early part of the evening, when we walked out of the dorm, down the hill and past the leafless trees to the big, open grassy field that served as the carnival area, with its few permanent cinder block restroom buildings, . The colorful lights were flashing on the rides, the typical carnival music blaring, the smell of popcorn and cotton candy was so strong it was almost sickening, and I flashed back to a time when my mother had taken me to the carnival in our town in Indiana when I was a small girl, maybe six years old. I had gotten lost there, and wandered around for what seemed like hours, before a police woman had found me, taken me back to the carnival office, and they'd located my mother. I'd always thought that it was my fault, being a typical little girl, I had probably wandered off, attracted by the lights and noise, and no doubt my mother was searching frantically for me. It was only in the light of my adult awareness that I remembered the police woman remarking to a co-worker, "It was the funniest thing. She wasn't at all concerned, and when we told her we had her daughter, she seemed almost ... disappointed." As those memories flashed through my mind, another nail in the coffin of my already overpowering dislike of my mother, I squeezed Kira's hand hard, causing her to yelp. "Ouch, are you okay?" Kira asked. She looked at me uncertainly. "Yeah, it's okay now," I said, smiling as my beautiful present drowned out my ugly past. Kira spotted the most prominent ride, and asked me if I wanted to go on the Ferris Wheel, and I said sure. We stepped up into the gondola, and when we sat down, Kira whispered in my ear, "Wow, it feels REALLY cool without panties," and innocently waggled her legs open and closed a couple of times. There was a blonde teenage girl wearing a short denim skirt and an orchid halter, and she and her boyfriend were standing in front of the Ferris Wheel looking right at us when Kira spread her legs wide. The girl could see right between Kira's legs, and she smiled when Kira flashed her with a nice view of her pink little pussy, but the boy just looked dopey. I shook my head, figuring Kira's little stunt was eventually going to get her in trouble. Kira must have been really horny that night, because as we were getting on another ride, one of those teacup rides that spin around and try to make you sick, and just as I sat down, Kira shoved her hand down the back of my shorts, and for the whole ride, her hand was on my bare ass, her finger diddling my ass hole! The centrifugal force drove my ass onto her finger, and I enjoyed the feeling, but her boldness with all those people around made me nervous. I really blushed when the ride was over and I got up - Kira pulled her finger out of my ass, and sucked on it, in front of everybody, though fortunately nobody else knew where it had been! About a half hour later, after a Mega Soda each, we both had to pee, so we headed over to one of the fairgrounds' restrooms. They were white-painted cinder block, and looked like they'd been built 30 years ago, but at least they were clean, and they smelled clean, or at least didn't smell like old pee. The dopey looking teenage boy from the Ferris Wheel flashing was standing around smoking a cigarette outside the girls' room, I guessed he was waiting for his cute girlfriend. We went in, which was shocking in itself, usually there's a long line, lol. When we got inside, our eyes squinting in the damp darkness, standing at one of the hand sinks drying her hands, was the cute blonde girl, and she looked even cuter up close. She had to have had C cups, sitting up perkily. I had to admit they were tasty looking, and her ass looked great, full and round under her denim skirt, her tanned thighs bare. She boldly went up to Kira as she headed for a stall, and said, "Hi!"smiling at both Kira and me. Just like that, she was coming on to Kira, in front of me, with her boyfriend outside the door, and in a public restroom. I was even more surprised when the girl curled her hand under Kira's skirt, about halfway up her thigh, then walked her fingers up the inside of Kira's thigh, getting closer and closer to Kira's wet honeypot. Kira turned and looked seriously at her full on, I thought she might smack her - instead, Kira spread her legs a little wider, and then smiled at her. Kira said, "C'mon," and gestured to me, and the two of them went into the handicapped stall. I was frozen, torn between jealousy and lust, then I followed the two lissome girls inside. Kira sat down on the toilet seat, and dropped her leather skirt onto her feet, careful to keep it off the floor, and began peeing into the toilet, a long, loud, salty-smelling stream, then gestured to the girl to approach her. Kira looked up at me and said, "It's okay, babe." I didn't really know what to think, I was torn between the prospect of raw sex, and the affection I had for Kira. The attraction of raw sex moved into the lead when the blonde, her back to me and standing no more than six inches in front of Kira, hiked up her short skirt, and pulled down her panties. Her light blue satin panties slipped midway down her thighs. Her smooth, round ass, creamy white and delicious looking, was bare before my eyes, and her pussy just inches away from Kira's face. I could smell the girl's hot, wet musk - she must have been creaming in her panties for some time. Perhaps since Kira had flashed her with a memorable view of her own bare snatch. The girl's ass was really cute, and if I were bolder I might have bent down and licked it, but instead Kira put her hands on waistband of the girl's panties, turning them so that the white inner cotton crotch panel was exposed to Kira's eyes, and then her tongue, as she licked at the sweet female cream the girl had left there. The girl moaned, and ran the fingers of one hand through Kira's luxurious blonde hair. Her other hand was caressing one of her own full, round breasts through the flimsy synthetic fabric of the halter top. Her nipples were poking through, it was clear that they were mouth-wateringly long. And those boobs must have been firm to sit up so high, since she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Kira then grasped the girl's hips, and pulled her pussy, with its small, trimmed blonde bush, toward her face. It was apparent that she was licking the girl's pussy - I might be naive, but I'm not stupid. The girl's ass was shaking with ecstasy, and I thought to myself, 'it must be jam, 'cause jelly don't shake like that.' She looked as though she came, a couple of times, her hips banging on Kira's face, then the girl smiled, stepped back and turned to me, saying, "It's your turn, honey," in a sweet young girl voice. Kira's face was shiny and wet with the girl's cum, and I could smell the girl's pussy on her face. As though in a trance, I unzipped my shorts, and pulled them, along with my panties, down my legs, and Kira began to service me, too. Kira's tongue is always heavenly, and I gave myself over to the sensations, and soon I too was cumming on Kira's wet face, the girl's cum juice mingling with mine in Kira's lovely mouth. Her tongue snaked in and out of my hole, and I humped myself on her face. I got off on the thought of this anonymous girl and I both creaming our muffs on Kira's hungry tongue and mouth, our lubrication mixing together inside of Kira. I could feel the cute blonde's hand on my bare ass, apparently she wasn't as shy as I am, her finger creeping between my butt cheeks, and finding my moist brown puckered hole. I rotated my ass around, and she slipped her finger inside me, fucking my ass while Kira licked my cunt. I came countless times, then begged them to stop. Finally, we heard a voice whine from outside the building, "Honey, are you EVER coming out?" and we all laughed, then the girl got a rueful look and said, "Geez, I've gotta go! My dumb ass boyfriend may finally realize I'm not with him." Kira blurted out, "Madison Hall, 5th floor, Kira and Rachel," and the girl looked at us thoughtfully, and said, "Thanks. I'm Beverly, Edison Hall, 1st floor. Maybe we can get together again." She looked at me as she said this, not looking at Kira at all, which confused me, but secretly thrilled me too. Beverly left, opening the painted wooden stall door, giving Kira and I a view of a florid-faced fat woman turning to enter the stall, who then stopped in shock when she spotted us. I slammed the door closed, re-latched it and I turned to Kira, still seated on the toilet, her skirt still at her feet. I couldn't help but notice her sweet pink slit, as she had her legs spread wide for me. Kira was grinning, but I was mad, even with the delicious view. "Dammit, Kira, I can't believe you did that! Fucking some stranger, and in front of me!" I felt angry inside, although somewhat hot and bothered. I heard the shrill voice of the fat woman outside the stall yelling "Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm gonna pee my damn pants!" followed by heavy footsteps retreating from our end of the room. "That fat babe can go piss in the sink. Come here, sweety," Kira said, taking my hands. "You know I love you, and only you. It's just fucking with these other girls, it's love with you." Well, I can't stay angry for long with Kira, and so I kissed her, and said, "Okay, but I need some warning if that ever happens again. And I have to pee too." I longed for what happened among the three of us to happen again, as the cum was so intense and pleasurable, but I dreaded it, because it was too dangerous for a girl on scholarship, as well as possibly destructive of our relationship, which even now was evolving and changing. I could end up out of school, and alone, and I feared that more than anything. "Sure, hon," Kira said, then wiped herself, pulled up her skirt and got up to allow me to sit. I did, sitting on the now-warm seat, and letting loose a long stream of pee. While I was peeing, Kira stood in front of me, now lifting her skirt and showing me her beautiful little pussy. Her finger was circling her little button, and slipping in and out her slit, just up to her first knuckle. "Oh baby, please please me, okay?" she said, sweetly. Too sweetly for me to ignore, especially considering how pretty her hot, wet little muff looked to my enthralled eyes, and how nice it smelled. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted it too, so I put my hands under her skirt, on her hips, then moved them back to grasp her round bottom, each hand full of beautiful, hot, girl ass. I pulled her cunt to my mouth, and licked up and down her wet slit, and her hard, pink little clit, smelling her sexy musk along with the leather of the skirt, and the salty taste of her pee, loving every bit of it. I nibbled at her lips along both sides of her opening, and with my hands on her full, round ass, fingered around her puckered pink hole, knowing how much Kira loved to have her ass played with. I simultaneously bit down on her clit with my lips, and slipped two fingers deep inside her hot ass, and Kira bucked as orgasms washed over her sweet body, a small gush of fluid from her pussy, most of which I caught in my mouth, me drinking her cum. Kira's hands on the back of my head beat a staccato beat, as she orgasmed delightfully, and moaned so loudly that I thought she'd have the security people come running. She pressed her cunt harder against my face as she finished her cum. "Oh, Rachel, fuck me with your tongue, baby!" she exclaimed. I finished lapping at her sweet, wet slit, then stood up, my shorts still around my feet. My hand went to Kira's pussy, and hers to mine. We kissed, tasting our own cum on the other's lips, and moaned into each other's mouth, as our fingers slipped in and out of each other's pussy, extending our passion little longer. "That was so good, baby," Kira cooed, and I smiled at her. "I love your touch, Kira," I said, but deep inside I had too many conflicting thoughts to be able to say 'I love you,' and I felt sad. I kissed her sadly, and sweetly. I don't know if Kira noticed my consternation. When we walked out of the stall, I noticed a girl who looked familiar, and remembered she was the redheaded student from the elevator at Madison Hall, who'd been the one who caught us kissing in the elevator. Her name, I thought, was Kim. "Hi," I said shyly, not sure of what she knew, although she'd have to be pretty dumb not to suspect something. Of course, this was college, and colleges are full of dumb people. But anyway, I had a sneaking feeling that she'd show up again, sometime. It didn't take long.

Getting Clara to play along with everything wasn’t necessarily the hard part; if nothing else, her desire to help people would eventually overpower even her unwillingness to accept her divinity, just as Beth planned... and it being precisely what happened. No, the difficult bit would be for the Rattata and ​literally everyone else​ to break through the years of denial and finally get the Arcanine to embrace her true nature. It wouldn’t be easy, nor would it be fast, but if they put their backs behind it, Beth was sure they could get some progress done. The salon was a good choice to start with; not only did Beth have to expand its interior far more than the building around it should be able to endure, but it also provided the best excuse for people to dote on her, even if every inch of her body was already as perfect as it could be, regardless of anything she might do. Despite the gallons of syrup that had flown everywhere during breakfast, not a single stain besmirched any part of her fur; despite the heat outside, and the beads of sweat that would occasionally crop up, she remained immaculately clean and smelling faintly of lavender, for whatever reason. But the whole point of the salon wasn’t to make her even better than she was, as such a task would be impossible; no, the purpose of it was to have someone else other than Beth who could push Clara in just the right direction to start cutting loose for a bit. Of course, “regular” people could only go so far… individually. A single person might be unable to do much beyond make Clara blush, but throw fifty into the mix and suddenly it becomes hard to ignore how ​good​ it felt to let the worship sink in. Even after they all succumbed to the unimaginable amounts of comfort provided by the Arcanine’s floof, either descending into a mindless haze or just falling asleep completely, Clara couldn’t help but hear them: their thoughts, their desires… their prayers? It was uncomfortable to think about, seeing as she absolutely didn’t create anything to be worthy of being prayed to, but there they were, scratching at the back of their head, impossible to ignore. That crowd all around her was slowly descending into outright worship, calling her by all sorts of names and honorifics that would, in any other situation, make the Arcanine take off for the nearest hiding spot and do her best to pretend she didn’t exist. But that wasn’t a normal situation. Far from it, in fact. At some point, Clara had convinced herself that this was inevitable. That she wouldn’t be able to run from it anymore. To a certain degree, such a realization ​itself​ would have to happen sooner or later; the Arcanine vividly remembered a time when she was merely eight feet tall and didn’t have breasts that completely covered her body. Not just that, but she recalled with perfect precision the exact moments when she grew out, all of them a result of her letting her guard down and actually accepting a compliment thrown her way; it always ended up in a small part of her true self shining through, imposing itself onto reality as her conscious effort to keep it hidden eroded, or even just faltered for half a moment. But that was just it: her ​true​ self. She wasn’t just growing from nothing, gaining mass and weight from kind words and polite gestures. The Arcanine had always known about her real nature, being painfully aware of what the essence of her existence was. That was why she put so much effort into avoiding praise; it was her one weakness, the one thing that could make everything fall apart. But the more that crowd of salon workers called out for her, either mentally or audibly, the more her body reacted to it by growing in every direction, the more Clara began to understand that she had it all wrong. It was just as she had just realized: people ​wanted​ to see the true her. They didn’t ​care​ about anything else, so long as she was there to guide them through it. Come hell or high water, they’d stick with her… or ​on​ her, as the case may be. In the time it took for her to think all of this, it became clear that the salon wouldn’t be able to hold her for much longer, and she had another goddess-in-the-making next to her, writhing and moaning like the self-indulgent growthslut she was; she flexed and strained herself for the sake of packing on even more musculature onto her already gigantic frame, already big enough to need plenty of spatial warping to prevent bursting out of the building. Clara chuckled to herself as she saw Beth’s body swell disproportionally, individual bits of it racing ahead or lagging behind, only for the whole thing to even out every few seconds whenever the Rattata’s mind managed to break through the impossibly powerful surge of pleasure it was being assaulted by. It was cute, in a way; if the two were still back at the Arcanine’s house, Clara would be panicking at how big the Rattata was getting, enough to try and stop her growth spurt entirely. But in there, in the salon that she was more than able to just keep expanding for as long as required, it didn’t really matter if Beth’s size soared to such heights that no house on the planet would be able to contain her, if her biceps alone were so massive that the giantess could probably bench press an aircraft carrier without realizing that she was holding onto anything. It was adorable, because the poor thing honestly thought that made her big. And sure, she was… ​large​, Clara couldn’t deny it. But much like in their day-to-day life, Clara always had to hide that tiny little sliver of pity she felt for her friend, who would never know what it would be like to experience… herself. Beth’s body was little more than growth and muscle incarnate, and yet without even trying, Clara had completely eclipsed her. All the Arcanine had to do was just accept the fact that the people hiding somewhere in the vast forests of her fur were genuinely in love with her, and everything else fell into place. Every second, she dwarfed cities; even if the rest of her assets remained proportional to her overall size, she would still be able to cast a shadow across her entire state, and by the time that thought was formulated, she’d have to make that ​two​ states. But, and she thanked her lucky stars for it, she had never been proportional, and as a result, her “body” was the most insignificant part of her. By that point, her tail alone could probably circle the entire country a couple of times, so fuzzy and fluffy that one could literally get lost in it for years if they somehow managed to break through the overwhelming desire to just lie down and sleep among the floof for all of eternity, a task that would be more than easy to accomplish with Clara’s power keeping them well-nourished and alive for as long as they wanted. To an uninformed observer, her paws had grown to the point where she couldn’t walk; to do so would be to invite earthquakes, each of her soft pads more than capable of carving out vast craters reaching down to the upper mantle; but this was Clara they were looking at, and even though a single step would scratch the planet to such a point that it could be seen from orbit, the Arcanine would be perfectly capable of moving around as lightly as a feather. But… how could she use those pawbs to walk when she had so many people burying themselves into their softness? Poor thing was so caught up by her growth that she didn’t even see the crowds of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands pouring into the salon she kept expanding to compensate for her new body. Her willpower had allowed them to rush to her in record time, no need for transportation or arrangements; all across the globe, anyone could simply open their front door and find themselves inside the continent-sized salon, ready to find a spot on the Arcanine’s body where they could settle and experience true, never-ending bliss. And as they kept coming, she just kept growing; even Beth was looking positively tiny, nothing but her own growth rate to keep her busy while the exponential stack of worship kept feeding the raging inferno that was Clara’s very existence. Her face was alight with flame, and not just because of the intense blush either; every exhale brought with it a whiff of fire, embers flying out from her inner power bursting through the seams. It was getting harder to breathe as well, what with her bust having burgeoned to such an incomprehensibly vast size that a single nipple would be able to block out the sun across most of Europe, and the quantity of milk she produced in a single instant would be enough to replace all the water on the planet. And with each passing second, they would simply grow bigger and more productive. With each person, they would grow more powerful. She wanted it to stop, but couldn’t make it. Did she want it to stop? Would​ she be willing to make it stop, even if she could? Doubtful. The number of people inside the salon quickly rose to the millions, rolling over to the tens and hundreds before either Clara or Beth could do anything to stop it (not that they would have wanted to, but still). Even the Arcanine’s ability to stretch the room started to break down, only able to distort reality to a certain point before it became far too dangerous to continue, as it threatened to destabilize everything around it, potentially endangering all of the little ones clinging to her. It was at that point that Clara came to realize that she couldn’t even see them properly; she could ​feel​ them, of course, snuggling into her fluff and finding places to rest amidst the vast landscapes of her form, but she had grown so much that trying to pick out a single person was impossible. They were simply too tiny. It was this realization that finally broke the proverbial camel’s back. Up until then, Clara had been happy simply basking in the worship, in the adoration and adulation, without worrying all that hard about what it was doing to her. Even when she was producing enough sweet nectar to overflow the world’s oceans, even when those milktanks had grown large enough to ​overshadow said oceans, it didn’t register; how could it, when it presented such a wonderful opportunity to put those continent-flattening paws to good work? Though it took some gymnastics due to the increasingly small amount of room she had, the Arcanine goddess scrunched up her legs and placed her soft pawbs underneath her colossal bosom, lifting it up and letting her powerful legs play around with its weight; the sound was ​impossibly​ loud, enough to put even the most colossal of history’s storms to shame, the amount of fluid sloshing about being enough to make even a gas giant’s liquid core look insignificantly miniscule. But, as always, she didn’t do it for herself; rather, it was for the tens of millions of little ones taking refuge on her heavenly pads, who were given the unbelievably overwhelming honor of being smushed in between their goddesses’ feet and breasts. Some of them were overcome with such rapturous pleasure that their minds threatened to break from the strain, but Clara made sure to sooth them, reaching out with a fraction of her all-consuming love and reducing the impact of such a wondrous experience to the point where it was ​merely​ good enough to knock them into an hours-long climax. So caught up in this planetary hurricane of indulgence was she that Clara didn’t even notice when her constant stretching of the salon finally gave in, and both her and Beth burst out from its interior. In a split-second, the city outside vanished, replaced by the blur of passing landscape and the darkening sky approaching at breakneck speed. At the end of that moment, they were no longer bound to their former planet, their old home, instead having ascended to their proper station: both of them had been forced to deal with the room’s warped perception for so long (comparatively) that finally being able to appreciate their true scale nearly caused them to faint! Beth alone was as big as the planet was, and as she kept on flexing, such a means of comparison rapidly became obsolete. Once the two made sure that every last sentient being was safe somewhere on the Arcanine’s form, the Rattata took the Earth with both arms, using it to bolster her already infinitely-enhanced growth by compressing it into tinier and tinier sizes, until all that was left was a snack fit for her to chew on once and devour. Beth was happy to have something to do, because even her growth-addled brain recognized that she would in no way be able to compete with her friend. The Rattata had burst out of the salon bigger than the planet itself, but the Arcanine was already so incomprehensibly massive by that point, that all Beth could see was the tip of one of her nipples, taking up most of everything she could see, her friend’s body extending for light-years in every direction and only growing faster now that it had room to do so. That teensy fraction of her wasn’t even in full flow; Beth knew for a fact that Clara had to be holding herself in, because each droplet it produced was merely the size of the Sun. But perhaps… … perhaps she wasn’t holding back, at least not in the same way as before. After all, she had embraced an infinitesimal amount of her divinity, so why would she anymore? It didn’t quite “click” in Beth’s mind ​why​ she was positioned thewhere she was until a stellar-sized drop of milk came crashing into her, and the Rattata, having already grown large enough that she could drink it up as a mouthful, gladly took it in. What followed were hours, potentially even days of her succumbing to the flavour, enjoying an orgasm of such immense power and intensity that her throat would’ve gone hoarse from all the noise were it not nourished and kept perfectly healthy by the very milk itself. Not only that, but it had clearly been Clara’s intention for her to drink of her manna, as the Rattata found herself being just large enough to make some sense of her friend’s body, and growing so quickly that she managed to keep up with the Arcanine’s own ascension. Galaxies were nothing to them, to either of them; even Beth saw them passing by, mere bumps on the road for the two goddesses. The Rattata marvelled at finally being able to see her friend again (at least, after coming down from the milk high), but barely had a second to get a gasp out before Clara lifted a finger and instructed her to shut up; she had something to show her! “Look who I found!” her voice rang out inside of her head, the pupper no longer needing to open her mouth to ‘speak’. With a single wave, Clara materialized a series of figures around Beth, all of them strangely familiar, “Saw them circling around once we broke the light barrier, so I thought I’d bring them along!” Though the figures all seemed to be talking, or at least trying to, none of their words reached Beth’s ears or mind. The Rattata had to squint to be able to pick one of them up, bringing them closer to her eyes for a more proper inspection. Who she saw would’ve shocked her, if not for the fact that it was completely irrelevant by that point: Arceus, squirming under her grasp, so tiny that Beth could hold them between two fingers and still need to exercise caution so as to not squish them. The rest of those figures were equally divine in nature, and yet so utterly insignificant that the Rattata could feel her friend having to power them up just so they could match their own universe-shattering growth. “And, look who I found as well~!” Clara snapped her fingers, in the process utterly obliterating a few galactic clusters, and a new figure burst into being right next to Beth. They were still far smaller than her, but still significantly larger than any of those so-called “gods”; enough that the Rattata could tell perfectly well who it was. Squealing in delight at the sudden present, Beth swooped down to grab the cute Meowth waiter that had served their breakfast what felt like an eternity ago. He was exactly the way she had left him after the impromptu milk infusion, except of course scaled up to meet the Rattata’s needs and demands. Poor guy was struggling to even remain conscious, his mind beset by such vast quantities of endorphins from… well, ​everything​, that he could barely make sense of what was happening. To him, it was just an endless, perfect dream, and it took Beth’s own considerable power to bring them back to reality, via the application of a smooch to their entire body. It certainly worked well enough to snap him back into his senses… right before he saw who had kissed him, at which point he completely failed to maintain his composure and just fell into a pleasure-driven funk immediately after, a perpetual climax of truly cosmic proportions. “Thanks, Clara, I love him~” was the Rattata’s response, keeping the cute waiter hidden in the safety of her neckbulk, “so what now? Where do we even go?” As if to answer her, their surroundings began to brighten up, a stark contrast to the deep blackness of space that had insulated them for… however long they had been bursting through the seams of existence itself. It wouldn’t take long before the pale glow turned into a bright light, and everything around them faded into a perfect, immaculately white background. In the vast space between Clara’s muzzle and Beth’s entire body, they could see a tiny dot, a black point that grew tinier by the moment. “That used to be us,” Clara said, looking dreamily at their former universe, “now look up.” Beth did as instructed, and what she saw finally left her speechless. There, in that perfect white void, was an infinity of black dots, of universes for the two to reach out to and ascend towards, entire realities filled with little ones to bring on their journey. Even at her immense size and development, the Rattata failed to count their full number, known only to her Arcanine friend. Clara smiled. She had finally begun her work.

Title: Scars by Ara Elkins Tags: Blood, Bondage, F/F, M/F, Master/Slave, S&M, Torture (moderate), genetic engineering Smooth walked through the corridors of Master's palace. The long, chitin spur coming from its calves and the little chitin points that are the entirety of its dainty feet clicked on the broad expanses of green marble that made up Master's Grand Causeway. Smooth was created with no actual sex or gender, but secretly thought of herself as female. Despite her purpose, she liked to imagine that she was elegant, graceful. How could Master create something that wasn't beautiful? She glanced sideways as she walked past the huge marble columns, green, reflective, with gleaming golden capitals. Her skin was a soothing sky blue, stretched and strange on the columns' curved surfaces. She held her long arms demurely in front of her as she walked, the short, wickedly curved claws and long, thin spiny whips she had instead of hands glinted in the light from the golden basket torches suspended overhead. Her eyelids only opened slightly, long, thin slits like a mask, but her eyes were large and deep, abyssal black. Her nostrils were long, curving slices in her noseless face, and they opened and closed with a slow, steady rhythm. the line of her lipless mouth did not smile, but remained calm and neutral. She glanced down at her reflection in the floor, not twisted like the columns and looked at her nude body. She was muscular but slender and feminine, with a small waist, narrow shoulders and wide hips. She had obvious pectoral muscles but no nipples or breasts, and her groin was a featureless plane. Beautiful. Behind the columns, layer on layer of green and blue silks moved gently in the breeze. This hallway had always reminded Smooth of the ocean. The ocean was like magic to her - a fairy world. She had never seen it, of course. Her entire existence was confined by the walls of Master's palace, but she learned about the ocean. She imagined all the strong, graceful creatures swimming through rippling tides and bright sea-foam. She turned sharply to the right and continued, enjoying the feeling of the silk sliding over her perfect, unblemished skin. She imagined the ocean like that - one long, continuous feeling of silk on flesh, and wished the feeling would linger as she walked through the archway hidden behind it. The hallway was long, but narrow and claustrophobic after the wide avenue of the Grand Causeway. The walls curved upward slightly, meeting in a sharply peaked roof. The walls themselves were still made of green marble, but the floor was shiny polished tiles of gray slate, reflecting the dim light from the small alcoves set between the heavy wooden doors. Strangled cries echoed down the hall from behind those doors, and Smooth could smell iron, oiled leather, and blood. Smooth took her time walking slowly down the hallway to the appropriate door. Her stride became demure, her steps hesitant, although no emotion showed on her cold, impassive face. She took a deep breath, listening to the panting breaths coming from the other side. Despite the fluttering in her stomach, she slowly pressed her mass of claws against rough wood. This, this, she could do. Because Master had made her. The victim was bound by thick leather straps on a huge metal "X" at the back of the square, gray room. She was nude and muzzled, thin, with small, perky breasts and short, silver fur. A metal ring at the back of the brown leather muzzle fixed her head against the back of the "X" and her ears were folded flat against her head. Her paws and tail faded from silver to black, and her blue eyes were wide with what Smooth assumed was fear. The captive's tail was likewise bound by a thong and chain set into the floor between her feet, but it curled up in a vain attempt to cover her body. Smooth slammed the door behind her with a flick of her powerful arm, approached with long, confident strides, her feet clicking sharply on the dull stone floor. Smooth knew what was expected of her and showed her small, pointed teeth as she placed her claws against either side of the victim's face. The whips set centrally on each hand writhed over the face and ears of the helpless captive. Smooth heard the victim's heavy breathing and felt pity for her, but this is what was required. She drew her claws slowly down her captive's face gently, not drawing blood. The victim moaned low in her throat. Smooth continued to draw her claws down the victim's body, gradually increasing the pressure as they moved across the victim's neck and throat, across her breasts, over the bones of her ribs, into the meat of her backside and calves. She stepped quickly back, hearing the creature moan as her fur began to mat and darken in eight symmetrical lines of blood. Smooth took two wide steps back, her chitinous feet clicking against the stone, before swinging her left arm swiftly down in a vicious arc. When she drew her arm back, it spattered dark blood in a thin arc across the floor. She lifted her arm again, then the other. This was mechanical to her, what her body was designed to do, but not needing to think, acting from muscle memory only allowed her to focus on the cries of her victim as the whips slashed repeatedly against her poor, thin body. Drool leaked from the corners of the victim's mask as she thrashed against her bonds, wriggling and squirming as she was licked by Smooth's lashes. Blood and drool soaked into the victim's fur and the assault continued as she shuddered and screamed through her muzzle, thrusting into the air. Sweat began to bead on Smooth's chest and back as she danced around the victim, using her considerable strength as the lacerating whips continued to kiss pelt and skin. More drops of blood blossomed against the captive's hide and splashed in tiny rosettes against Smooth's skin as she flicked the whips back and forth. Sweat and pain and flesh continued to dance until the captive's eyes rolled back in her head and her entire body tensed and thrashed with a long, drawn out cry barely muffled by her muzzle. As her bodily fluids spattered against the stone, Smooth stopped, panting. She had been taught that this marked the end of her hapless victim's torment. Smooth hurt silently for her poor captive. She licked the blood from her claws with her pointed, purple tongue as the captive sighed panting against her bonds. There was something haunting in the creature's yellow eyes, some strange, sympathetic quality that greatly disturbed Smooth. She turned toward the door and hesitated. As much as she dreaded her next task, she could feel that strange gaze boring into her... She pushed the wooden door open slowly and walked once again down the green marble corridor. She continued past other identical doors, past the pants and screams of other hapless victims like the one she had serviced. There, at the end, was the door she wished would not open. It was wide, brass, and took up the width of the corridor. At the barest touch it swung outward, revealing the chirps of songbirds and bright streamers of sunlight from the garden. Smooth stepped carefully, demurely into the light, grimacing at the sight of Master. There was a green marble pedestal set centrally in the small, walled garden. The Master knelt on its smooth, worn surface wearing only a black loincloth. His arms and ankles were chained to a heavy gold ring set into the surface of the block. Just looking at him hurt Smooth. His muscular body was a mass of wounds and scars. They crisscrossed and ran in jagged lines, angry red, pale white, purple burns. Fresh, pink welts and scabs twisted among them. Even his face was scarred, his lip pulled away from his teeth in a perpetual snarl. She could not understand what horrible penance he was paying, or why she must be the one to deliver it. "Sweet Smooth. I see your last client must have really enjoyed herself; I've been waiting for a while now." He grinned and ran his tongue along his incisors. It was so kind of him to put on a strong face for her. "Start slow now, with the claws." His smile widened as she her tiny pointed feet danced across the little walkway. As she began to work his groans and howls accompanied the warm rivulets of blood washing down across the stone and grass. He screamed for her to hurt him more, harder, stronger, while he struggled against the chain. He never pulled away, always into her slices, against her body. Her delicate scratches and deeper wounds stained the skin of her face and arms brown with blood. She was afraid, terrified of the sight of his exposed flesh and was thankful when eventually he collapsed panting against the stone. It was so awful, but she knew that she must always be obedient, always silent. She stood staring down at those awful scars and dreadful wounds. Scars that she had caused. Wounds that she had made. He cared for her. He gave her life. He looked up at her, even in his pain and exhaustion he smiled. Master was so kind to spare her feelings, even after something so horrible. "What is wrong, Smooth?" Master said, panting. She almost wept as she spoke, but he'd asked her, and she just couldn't hold it in, "Oh Master! There is nothing good about what I do! To cause pain, to injure those poor people, I can accept this as the price for my life of comfort. I would do anything required, because I know I must, but Master, hurting those innocents does not wound me as deeply as laying my claws on your poor, beaten body! How can I bear to raise these weapons against you when you have given me so much?" she held her arms in front of her, tears streaking her bloodstained face. She was utterly shocked when Master began to laugh, rocking back and forth on the stone, only his chains keeping him from falling on his face into the grass. "Really? Seriously Smooth?" he managed to gasp. "I don't understand, Master." She said, looking confused and worried. "You really don't get it. Everyone here is paying me large sums of money to be here. Its..." he saw the completely uncomprehending look on her face. "Oh, look do you want to be a cook or something?" Smooth tried to dry her eyes, but only managed to streak blood across her face. A cook? She stood there confused. "I can't stop thinking about how I've injured your delicate body and left horrid marks on it. It makes me cry at night." The Master shrugged as best he was able and looked at Smooth with sympathy. "Don't worry, Smooth. It's OK. I won't make you do it anymore." She grinned her vicious, razor grin and leapt onto the block, awkwardly embracing him while trying to avoid his mutilated flesh. Master just sighed, Smooth couldn't quite hear what he said, a sad sigh that sounded like "Always the good ones."

Title: Royal Guardian Chapter 2: The Kingdom of Eldin? by G-man2014 Tags: Highschool, Human, Lucario, Magic, Mild Language, Story Progression, Violence **Well here's chapter 2, I finally had time to work on it thank God, if you haven't read the first chapter then go back and read it, if you have then let's get on with the story...** **Legal things: I own all the rights to my original characters which include, Jared, Kody, Katey, Kaelyn, Dawn and more to come in later chapters, I do not own pokemon so any pokemon characters I use belong to their rightful owners** **Chapter 2** --- I walked into my house to hear my mom screaming, "Jared?! What happened, who hurt you?" I raised an eyebrow knowing that I had received no injuries from Katey but I remembered all the blood on my shirt. "No mom I'm not injured, Kody is and he needs your help now." I set him down as my mom looked at the three claws sticking out of his chest, she was shocked by this but even more shocked when she saw the pendant. Did she somehow know Kody? I pushed the thought out of my mind as my mom said, "Jared, grab a bucket of hot and cold water, my first aid kit, my purse and three wash cloths. NOW!!!" I ran to grab the stuff my mom told me to get as Kody started to wake up. --- **Kody's POV** --- I woke up exhausted and with serious pain in the right side of my chest, "W-Where am I?" I tried to sit up but a woman gently pushed me back down, "Don't move, we need to get those claws out of you. Jared hurry up!!!!!" He screamed back at her, "I'm trying!!!" I looked back at the woman and said, "Dawn?" she nodded as Jared came back with some medical stuff, "Here bite this?" She handed me a hard leather wallet, "Uhhh... why?" "Because we don't have anything to put you under with and this is going to hurt like hell." I gave her a weird look and bit the leather wallet as she got a grip on the claws, "Ready?" I gave her a less than confident nod and closed my eyes bracing myself, "Okay I'm ready." She started pulling the claws out and I screamed out in pain, I arched my back and tried to make her stop, "Jared hold him down!!!" Jared got on top of me pinning my arms and legs down. All I could do was bite down hard on the leather, but that only distracted me from the pain. When she got the claws halfway out the pain became too much for me and I passed out. I woke up to find myself on a soft bed in an unknown room, I tried to sit up but I felt a sharp pain in my chest that made me stop. I looked at my chest and saw that I was wrapped in gauze and bandages. "I'm okay?" "Yeah, my mom said I made it in time, she told me if I was any later there wouldn't have been enough time to get the claws out and you would have bled to death." I looked up to see Jared leaning up against the door frame with my pendant in his hand. I looked back at myself again to see I was a lucario, he walked over to the bed and said, "Alright, I want some answers. Why the hell was I almost killed? Why is everyone calling me king? Who and what are you, and how do you know my mom's name?" I sat up, rubbed my eyes and said, "The first and second question are tied, you're the descendent of the great king Bowen, and Katey was one Gerudo's assassins sent to kill you so you couldn't take the throne that is rightfully yours. As for who I am, I'm your guardian as you already know, I was sent to protect you after we finally found you, after word got out that Katey was sent to kill you, I came over as fast as I could but we hadn't known she had been there for two years already and that you were her boyfriend. As to what I am, I'm a lucario and that pendant you're holding is what helps me change back to my human form, and your final question that Dawn is your caretaker not your mother, I met her when I was still a pup and she helped take care of me." He had this shocked look on his face, I could tell he was shattered as he said, "W-What do you mean, of coarse she's my mom." I shook my head, "No she isn't. You were given to her before your real parents were killed." He sat down on the bed side with this devastated look, "I'm really confused here," he held his head, "Dawn isn't my real mom, and my real parents were killed?" I sighed, "Yeah but to clear things up I'll start from the beginning. Like I said you are the last descendant of King Bowen, he is king of Eldin. He ruled the kingdom with his brother, Gerudo, but he was always second in command and was always jealous of Bowen. Until one day Bowen came down with a fatal illness, then Gerudo took charge. All the residents and followers of the king had high hopes for Gerudo. But... we had no idea of his evil intentions. He ruled as a dictator and went to war with the neighboring lands for control and power." I sighed and continued, "He was a cruel king and the kingdom was soon over run by darkness and Gerudo was the cause of it. All hope was lost until word got out that Bowen had a son who was married. Word got to Gerudo about it and he felt his son could be a threat if they ever tried to take back the kingdom so he sent assassins to kill them. I was just a newborn pup when all this was happening so I don't know anything except for what my mother told me. She told me that the son's wife had a newborn son but they had to give him to the caretaker, Dawn, she used to be my caretaker until you were born. After she accepted the task, Bowen's son and daughter in law ran off but... Gerudo's assassins got to them and they were immediately disposed of. Then fifteen years later I became guardian, and was sent to find you, and the rest you already know." He shook his head, "That's not my problem, and you've got the wrong guy." I blinked and said, "Jared, your kingdoms falling apart.", "I SAID NO!!! I'm not destined to be king or anything. I'm just an ordinary teenager." I sighed and answered in a neutral tone, "Could an ordinary teenager create a ball of pure light or a destructive magic fire ball?" He looked at me surprised, "How did you know?" I grinned and said, "I can read aura, I may have been unconscious but my senses still worked. I sensed powerful magic from you and a few seconds later, Katey's aura disappeared. So you're not ordinary in the least Jared." --- **Jared's POV** --- He's right I guess that was magic but... does that mean I really could be king? "Okay I guess I'll believe you." Kody's tail started to wag as he sat beside me, "Great so you'll save Eldin?", "Slow down Kody, I didn't say that. I said I believe you and even if I wanted to I couldn't, I don't know how I used magic or how to fight." "I can teach you how to fight and how to use aura, but magic we'll need to find someone else for." I nodded as he stood up and took his pendent back, "So where are my clothes?" I looked back at him and said, "They were ripped beyond repair and covered in blood but don't worry, we have some clothes that will fit you." He raised an eyebrow, "This isn't some kind of joke is it?" I laughed saying, "No, but they're a little different from your old ones, and I have one more question. Let's say I say yes to save Eldin, then how would we get there?" He rubbed the back of his neck saying, "Well, we were supposed to get called back when I found you but I don't know what's going on." "Called back? You mean we can't fly there or anything." He chuckled and shook his head, "Not that simple, it's kind of in an alternate dimension, but I don't expect you to understand." I opened my mouth to ask another question about it but I decided not to, "So what, do we wait until we get called back?" He stretched and yawned loudly, "I guess so but if we weren't called back already then something must have happened, we might have to wait a few days. So we just go along with our normal routines, including school." I groaned and said, "But school sucks, and there's not much for you there anyways." He shrugged and answered, "There's you and who else is going to watch over you and keep you out of trouble?" We both chuckled at that, "I guess no one, and you better turn human before my little sister s..." I was interrupted by a loud shriek, "Too late.", "Aww he's so cute." A five year old girl wearing a purple dress walked in, "Cute? I'm not cute." She smiled and walked over to Kody, "Of course you are, you're just like a puppy." She grabbed his ear and pulled him down so he was on the floor, he yelped when she pulled his ear and he started growling, "I'm not cute girlie, I'm a highly trained fighter and," She started scratching behind his ear and he calmed down. "Ahh that feels soooo good." His tail started wagging as she said, "See, you are cute.", "Careful Kody, you're a highly trained fighter remember?" I told him in a mocking tone, "Ah screw that, she can call me cute as much as she wants, as long as she keeps doing this." I laughed and said, "Okay Kaelyn, he's had enough, and he's not your dog." She made a pouty face and stopped scratching Kody's ear, "Can't I play with him some more?", "No, now leave Kaelyn." She walked out of the room hanging her head as Kody got to his feet, "Thanks, I don't know what I would have promised her if she kept that up." We looked at each other and burst out laughing at how funny that could have been. Kody calmed down a little, "Well I should get going, I don't want to suffocate you or anything if I'm around you this much." He headed downstairs and was almost out the door when I stopped him, "Wait. Do you have a place to stay?" He stopped in midstep and answered, "Not really but I'm sure I'll find a place.", "Well you're more than welcome to stay here if you want." His ears perked up, "Really?", "Sure, I don't see why not. My mom knows you're my guardian and Kaelyn seems to like you. Besides you're not well enough to leave anyways." He walked back in smiling, "Thanks Jared." I shrugged it off saying, "No problem bro, I'd get into too much trouble without my guardian anyways." We both laughed as I showed him the guest room, "This is where you're staying, sorry it's not much but at least there's a bed and there's your new clothes." I pointed to a pair of jeans, a blue button shirt and a white t-shirt folded on the bed, "Hmm... not bad." He looked at the clock and continued, "We better get to bed, night Jared and umm... thanks for saving my life and everything." I smiled at him, "No prob, you did the same for me." I walked into my room, changed into more comfortable clothes, and crawled into bed. I fell asleep faster than I thought I would, I must have been more tired than I thought. I opened my eyes to find that I was in a castle that was in ruin, walls were cracked and crumbling, there were plants and vines growing on and up the few remaining pillars and walls and there was a throne on the other side of the room. A man was sitting in it, he stood up and started walking towards me, "Hello Jared." His voice was dark and cold, "H-How do you know my name?" The man laughed and his body became covered in pure darkness, "I'm surprised you don't know your great uncle Gerudo." My eyes grew wide in fear as he came closer, "Y-You're Gerudo? No, stay away from me, I could never be related to someone as evil as you." I backed away and tried to run but he snapped his fingers and I was suddenly binded by heavy chains, "You'll fail boy, you're not fit to be king." My fear was replaced by anger that came out of nowhere, "Oh, like you are? You're destroying Eldin and ruling it with darkness. Besides, I have Kody to help me stop you." He laughed at me mockingly, "You mean that weak guardian? You and him are powerless against me. I'm the most powerful being to exist, you don't even know how to use magic or fight." I glared at him and clenched my fists, "He's not weak, and I'll learn, I'll become stronger than you and kick your sorry ass." He no longer looked amused as he stood face to face with me but I held my ground, "Big talk for such a young boy." I glared at him and shot back, "Oh you want me to back it up? I would if you got these damn chains off me." He chuckled, "Why would I do that? You've got courage kid, I like that and I must say I'm impressed but maybe I should just end that courage right now." He summoned a sword and drew it back, all that courage that was in me just left as fast as it came in, '*No, this is Katey all over again, but Kody isn't here this time.*' "Such a shame to waist someone with as much potential power as yourself, but I must kill you now. Goodbye boy." He thrust his sword as I screamed, "NOOOOO!!!!!" --- **Well thats the end of chapter 2 and I don't know when the next chapter will be up, I'm going through a shit ton of stuff that I'm not handling so well, so it might be awhile before I can get chapter 3 up. I'm open for character ideas if anyone wants to be a character, just pm me the ideas and we'll go from there, I can only take so much so if yours isn't in it's because I couldn't fit him/her in and if it's not in the next chapter that doesn't mean it won't be in it either, it might be the chapter after that one or later, so please be patient. Thanks for reading, see ya next upload**

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, bike pump, jealousy, plump Text: Courtney was a very proud woman, accustomed to being the best at everything - in her own mind, if nowhere else. Hefty now, she had been thin as a rail until she'd met Gordon. Although she'd been waiflike when he had hired her as his personal secretary, that soon changed. Gordon appreciated larger ladies, and over the course of a year he had enthusiastically encouraged her to become rather big. In time, she found that she preferred being pampered and growing to working, so she quit. As her weight steadily ballooned she had reveled in her newfound girth. That is, until the day Gordon returned from work, ecstatic about his new secretary, Louella. "And what is so special about this Louella?" Courtney sneered. "What has she got that I haven't?" Patience, tact, courtesy, and appreciation, for starters, Gordon thought to himself, but he just smiled, and poked Courtney's prominent belly. His finger sank deeply into the soft fat, and he simply replied, "Courtney, dear, she's far bigger than you. In fact, she dwarfs you by comparison." Courtney sniffed. "WELL, we shall simply have to do something about that, won't we?" She headed toward the refrigerator, but Gordon stepped in front of her. "I'm afraid you won't find enough in there to make much of a difference," he said. Courtney's nose wrinkled in annoyance. "Surely she can't be THAT big...what do you suggest, then?" "I have an idea that would work," Gordon grinned. "Wait here." When Gordon returned, he had a bicycle pump. Courtney looked at him skeptically. Gordon merely winked at her, and, reaching around her, pulled her close. "My dear, you are going to be magnificent. Trust me." As he hugged her, he slipped the hose beneath her waistband and quickly inserted the nozzle. "And here you go!" Gordon took the pump's handle, raised it, and slowly lowered the plunger. There was a long hiss, and Courtney's expensive pants grew snug as she felt a rush of air moving inside her, pushing out her stomach. Gordon did this several more times, elated to see how his fiancee was growing. Courtney was thrilled as well, not only by her new size, but by the sensation of pressure building inside her. She ran her hands along her bulging sides, obviously enjoying her inflation. "Am I as big as she is now?" "I'm afraid not," Gordon answered. "She's much bigger than you." "Not for long! Keep pumping," Courtney demanded. Gordon continued to pump diligently, and Courtney swelled accordingly, becoming fuller and rounder. Her shirt buttons snapped off one by one with the strain, and when the zipper split, her belly gaily bounced out of her pants. Gordon smiled broadly. "Well? Am I bigger now?" "Not yet...you're much bigger than before, but still far smaller than she is." "Then keep going! I'll show her what BIG is!" Gordon was only too happy to comply. He pumped and pumped, and Courtney's belly blossomed, her folds gradually filling and smoothing out until she resembled an enormous pink balloon. There was a ripping sound as the seams burst on her elegant slacks, allowing her bloated form to swell up even further. Her thighs were widening, and slowly being engulfed by her gargantuan stomach. Her plumping breasts devastated what remained of her shirt, and soon became absorbed by the growing sphere of her body. Courtney smirked. "There. Surely she can't be THIS big. I've done it at last." "If only you had," sighed Gordon, gently patting her bulk, which made a hollow thumping noise. "Will you give up now?" Courtney was seething. "Keep pumping, Gordon!" she fumed. "I will tell you when you should stop!" She gritted her teeth as the pressure grew and grew, stretching her skin until it was shiny and thin as paper. The rhythmic hissing as Gordon pumped became almost hypnotic, as the pressure built until Courtney was in a state of euphoria. She felt oddly lightheaded, and there was a roaring in her ears. Her cheeks became rosy as her face reddened, and she was oblivious to the stretchmarks covering her entire body. Still the pumping continued. She was now almost completely round. Her arms and legs had disappeared, with only puffy fingers and toes jutting out from her billowing orb. Her face widened, then flattened against her overinflated belly. She was overwhelmed with pleasure. The hissing had stopped, and Gordon was admiring his masterpiece. Courtney nearly filled the room. Her skin had become transparent, and her belly was visibly pulsating, desperately trying to keep all of the air inside her. He pressed her belly with his finger. There was no give at all. "Courtney, my sweet, one more pump, and you'll be bigger than Louella. Are you ready?" Courtney was too dazed and far too bloated to respond. It was much too warm, the room was rocking, and lights were flashing in front of her eyes. She only knew that she needed more, and that was the most - no, the ONLY - important thing in the world. Gordon slowly raised the handle, paused, then quickly forced the plunger down. A wave of giddiness washed over her, and her eyes widened as her navel suddenly popped out. She was vaguely aware of a long, endless hiss as the roaring in her ears became an excruciating, deafening BOOM! Louella, who had been waiting outside in the car, rushed into the room after she heard the explosion. "Gordon, are you all right? What happened?!" Gordon picked himself up off the floor, and removed pieces of something rubbery from his clothes. "I'm sorry I startled you, dear. An overinflated old mattress burst. I'll find a new one after dinner." He put his arm around Louella's tiny waist, anticipating how he would inspire her to lose that waspish figure, just as he had done with Courtney. Gordon flashed a winning smile at his new fiancee. He hadn't known her long, but she was growing on him already.

Title: I Wish I Could Quit You by Gruffy Tags: Character Development, Cougar, Gay, Leopard, Lion, M/M, Mare, Muscles, Plot Development, Story Progression, Story Series --- --- --- Hehhey, and welcome to the Hockey Hunk! We're back in business as usual, and the story shall go on - so sit back, relax, enjoy, and humor me with a comment or two, when you're done - all feedback Is always appreciated! And if you gang up on me, perhaps I'll do something nice for WEDNESDAY! :P Also remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well! Have a nice read! \* --- --- "STUUUUDMUFFIN!" Goodness me. It was soon apparent that the would-be customers were none other than my very lovely and buxom boss Marge, with the slinky old thing Goggy draped on her arm. The purring cougar was wearing a very summery top, with not too much cleavage but more Spandex, and her leopard beau seemed like quite the artist, with a loud printed scarf around his neck and some rainbow-striped paints that looked like he'd stolen from a boy band with a particularly bad taste. Shopping bags hanging from both of his paws completed the image. At least he wasn't wearing a beret. "Hiiiiiiiiiiii!" Crystal cheered at the sight of our infamous boss and her boyfriend, ears flicking and teeth being bared, while I came down from my surprise and smiled more gently. Marge stepped closer, tugging Goggy alongside, and planted the duo in front of the sales counter. "Hi, sweetie," I rumbled with my best smile that wasn't of the happyhappy variety, but a more genuine one, and added the appropriate cheerful studmuffin earflicks. "Gordon." The artsy leopard winked. "I can be sweetie too," the leopard's voice was tinged with purrs that almost made the glass surface of the service counter vibrate in poetic resonance. "Hello, Crystal." My tail jumped with surprise at the remarkable reaction from the leopard upon my greeting, but considering the strangeness of today, I barely had the mental energy left for further reactions in my part. Crystal, on the other paw, was eagerly leaning over the counter to be better face to face with the disreputable-looking leopard who was giving her quite the eye. "Hello, Goggy!" Crystal smiled. "Long time no see!" Goggy flicked his tail against the counter, probably to gesture with some part of his body, since his paws were occupied with what I presumed to be Marge's shopping, though looking at him, it was possible that the bag from the chemist's could belong to him as well. "I haven't see you and your friends at the Lefties either!" Crystal nickered. "Those bitches are too busy soaking in the sun with their boyfriends to have a proper girl's night out," she made a face. "It's pathetic." "So how about a beer and a burger to cope with that?" Goggy winked and purred. "We've got great new cheddar we put in our cheeseburgers and the frat boys are wolfing them down. So if you come, you'll find us packed with half of the football team!" The mare snorted. "Half of the sorority house is going out with the football team and that's part of the problem," she muttered. "I want myself a cute, quiet boy who doesn't kiss his own biceps goodnight!" Marge exploded in almost uncontrollable giggles that made her Spandexed chest wobble like a bowl of Jell-O, a surprisingly hypnotic sight, I had to admit, as I watched and let my ears flicker with the sounds, and I couldn't help but join in, either. Good one for Crystal. Excellent, in fact. Goggy was laughing too, a slightly wheezing snicker that was unmistakably feline sound. In comparison, Crystal's voice was booming. Laughter felt good, and once it subsided, all three of us who were of feline persuasion were still purring out. That felt good as well. "How're you doing, Rory?" Marge questioned me now, eyes upon my very lionessence. "Has everything been going alright with you?" "Sure," I smiled amiably. "Everyone's been a big help, and this chair is just great. I don't have to move a muscle and I'm good!" "Oh that's great," Marge rumbled, "I was a bit worried, since I wasn't here to see you in." I waved my paw. "Everything's been going well," I said, "no trouble at all." "Have you had any trouble moving about?" I picked up one of my crutches and gave it a quick show before I put it back to its place, leaning on the side of the counter. "Well I still got these but I manage," I said. "I didn't fall down the stairs." Marge chuckled. "Well we talked about calling Mr. Albrecht about installing a chair lift but..." I'm sure my face was something to behold, the expression I got from hearing that cheeky remark, and Marge seemed to be most amused, as was the leopard still clinging to her arm like the surprise gentleman he was. "Hahah," I rumbled sarcastically, to get the message through that I had gotten the message. They loved me. I loved them. "How was the dentist?" Crystal asked curiously. Marge flashed her a smile without a hitch. "Oh, I was lucky," she rumbled, "Open wide and say "aaaah", and I was in and out in about twenty minutes...so it was like Friday night at home with me and Goggy!" She elbowed the leopard, who smiled and purred and kissed her behind one of her flicky ears, which caused a veritable chain reaction of purrs and chuckles and lovey-dovey PDA behavior that lingered on for a moment before they probably realized where they were, and detached from each other's muzzles. "And I guess you then went shopping," I pointed at the numerous bags. "A girl has her little needs," Marge replied coyly. "And since it just happened that Goggy is having the evening shift today..." "Call me the pack mule," Goggy shuffled his bags. "You're a sweetheart," Marge declared and gave the leopard's cheek a peck. "Hmmm...and smell so nice..." I almost blushed at the tone once again, but Goggy simply chuffed and then, oddly enough, stuck out his tongue from his muzzle, and showed a well-chewed piece of gum on top of it. It disappeared into his maw with a slurp, and left the two of us behind the counter looking quite puzzled. "T plus three days on Nicorette," the leopard rumbled. "Mage made me quit." "I sure as hell did," the cougar replied, paw patting the thin leopard's side, and winked. Whether that wink was directed at me or Goggy or all of us general, I wasn't sure, but I could definitely understand why she would have gone to such lengths to make the leopard stop smoking. Pregnant woman in the house, and all...but that was of course my private knowledge, and as far as I knew, it was to remain so as well, and I had to stick to that understanding of trust that existed between us. "Ohhhh..." Crystal exclaimed. "Well, peer pressure tends to work like a charm..." I mused dryly. "Or the pressure of telling him that I'll quit doing some things too, if he doesn't quit," Marge remarked. The chewey-chewey leopard pouted. "And that too." "But good for you!" Crystal declared. "It's not very nice." "Well it has ruined my bad boy looks but..." the leopard rumbled, "guess I'll have to do without." "You're still bad enough for me," Marge grinned, flapping her tail against the leopard's backside. Well, wasn't that just a big load of awww right there? It probably would have escalated into another snuggling session, if it wasn't for the noisy steps coming from my left, which could only mean one thing. I dared myself to look, and saw that Alex was coming down the aisle, a pile of Twilight paperbacks in his arms. His tail swished and sounded like a warning signal, and I knew enough to brace for it. "Oh, Marge!" the Lab declared as he approached. "Goggy!" "Alex," the cougar replied, while the leopard simply rumbled. "Is everything fine with you, Marge?" the Lab continued. "Was the appointment very traumatic? I know this one dentist who works with hypnosis and it's so great, I know many furs who are absolutely terrified of going to see the dentist, but this one's just marvelous! You barely remember you were there...well until you check your wallet, of course, it's not the cheapest one around." Marge flashed him a pearly smile. "No PTSD yet, thank you, Alex," the cougar said. "You know, I use aloe vera toothpicks after every meal, and I haven't had a single cavity in years!" the Lab exploded. "And my breath smells wonderful!" "I can tell," Marge sniffled. "Maybe Goggy would like to try some...he' s got a bit of an oral fixation going on since he quit smoking. " Alex's eyes lit up in a very dangerous way, and my eyes immediately jumped to the leopard who was now on the line of sight. His jaws stopped their chewing and he gave a nonchalant look at the relative stranger the Lab, whose eager gaze would not be swayed. "I'm doing okay," the leopard said, though I'm not sure if I was 100% convinced. "I've got the gum and the patch." "Ohhhhhhh," Alex ooooooooh'd. "Well that's good, because nothing else helps. Are you badly withdrawn?" "I'm making sure he's not," Marge cut in, "And I've threatened Goggy with a cavity search if he tries to smuggle any cigarettes back home." "And she has a conspiracy with my boss at the Lefties going on, too," Goggy rumbled, ears drooping miserably. "Well that's good!" Alex grinned eagerly. "As long as you remember to cut down on carbs now, because everyone gains weight after quitting, and you look like you might be up for twenty pounds more if you're not careful!" Marge giggled and patted the leopard's belly. "I wouldn't mind having something to grab onto..." The leopard purred at the touch, but his eyes made a beeline for the clock. "I think I should be slowly getting to work now, though," Goggy said, "have to start the stockpot and all that stuff." Marge extracted herself from the leopard's side and extended her paws. "Let me take the bags, it'll be easier for me to take them home after I'm done here," she said expectantly. They exchanged the bags, a kiss, and a smile, and then Goggy turned to leave. "Nice seeing you all" he rumbled, sending a cinnamon-flavored whiff of air in our direction. "Really nice!" Crystal beamed. "Heh," I happyhappied. "Keep up the good fight!" Alex chirped. The leopard gave us one final look before he stalked in the direction of the door, shoulders slumped and paws stuffed into his pockets. His tail wasn't swinging very cheerfully as he stepped out to the street. "Awwww," Marge breathed out. "He's so cute!" Crystal swooned. "Keep your paws off him, he's mine," Marge replied with a good-humored rumble. Crystal lifted hers up in surrender and flapped her tail. "Heheheh," she laughed. "So glad to see you, Marge," Alex said, "We're being overloaded with these *Breaking Dawn* books, seems that Mr. Albrecht has started stocking up well in advance before the movie comes out!" Marge gave a look at the pile of books on the Lab's lap and rubbed her chin curiously. "Well, how many copies do we have?" "About a hundred," Alex replied. "I was going to put these to the PARANORMAL ROMANCE section, and spread it out a bit. Might have to take an extra shelf from NOSTALGIC BIOGRAPHIES to fit all these in." "Can't we just store them?" "The *Girl With the Dragon Tattoo* tie-in paperbacks are so numerous that they're practically falling off the shelves," Alex replied dead-pan. "We might be soon breaking fire regulations." Marge snuffled. "Well, just put the boxes somewhere, okay?" "I'll do my best!" Alex declared before he careered off into the shop floor. Marge watched his swinging ass for a moment before turning to face me again. "Are you sure you're all fine here?" she asked me. "Of course," I replied with a smile. "Alex even brought me water." I gestured at the bottle and Marge chuckled openly, her bags rustling once more. "Well that's so very nice of him." "Quite," I nodded. "So everything's alright here?" Marge demanded again. "Has it been busy?" "Not too busy, but we've been selling alright," Crystal piped in. "Seems to be picking up." "It tends to do at this hour," the boss said. "Are you okay staying until four, Rory, or do you want to an early out?" "I'm perfectly fine," I replied. "Won't be bailing out on you." "Well, woo for me!" Marge purred. "I'll be enjoying my studmuffin for a little bit longer before Mason comes in." Or more like come out, I thought, hysterically, and kept my brave face. "Yeah," I smiled. "We're fully manned!" "I better get these downstairs then," Marge continued. She was just about out of visual range when my phone began to ring, with comic timing, it seemed. --- --- **\*** --- --- --- Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed the read - don't forget to comment now to tell me how I'm doing! Also remember that all the votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well. See you soon! ---

Title: Dove's Tale Ch. 08 Tags: slave, prisoner, punishment, bondage, ravishment, reluctance '...ll be fine...' '...no fever or infec...' '...bigger dose than you needed to...' '...soon as she wake...' The voices were fuzzy, fading in and out. Phyllis wasn't sure if she woke up or imagined them. She vaguely recalled sipping water through a straw, and another time a cool, damp cloth gliding over her face. Finally, her consciousness managed to swim through the fog for a few moments. She was lying on her back on a narrow bed, partly propped up, and felt so weak and groggy. A soft voice said 'Hey,' and a gentle hand was on the back of her neck, supporting her head. Her eyes didn't want to focus, but she thought she saw blond hair and blue eyes. The voice urged her to take a sip, and her lips closed around a straw. A little suction, and her mouth filled with cool water. 'Just a little more,' the voice said, and her head was softly lifted again. As she swallowed, the voice told her she was gonna be ok, but the darkness reclaimed her, her eyes giving up and closing as she went back to sleep. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx WITH a soft groan, her eyes blinking rapidly, Phyllis woke up, feeling disoriented and confused. Kitten was there, sitting next to her bed with more water. 'Don't guzzle,' she warned, pulling the straw away after a couple gulps. 'How are you feeling?' 'I'm...ok,' Phyllis answered, her forehead creased as she took inventory of herself. She was kind of sitting up in a hospital-style bed. She still felt a little slow, like she'd been sleeping for days. Her arms felt heavy, and she was wearing...mittens? She started to try to get up, and felt the familiar, hated sensation of cuffs on her ankles, limiting her movements. There was a dull ache between her legs. 'Do you need a bed pan?' Kitten asked quietly. Surprised by the question, she turned to look at the brunette girl. 'What the hell happened?' Phyllis asked. She lifted her right arm to gesture at her bed, and saw her hand was swathed in bandages. 'Well, you've been out for two days,' Kitten told her as she looked at her wrapped hands, her mind frozen. 'As for the rest, that's for Master to explain.' 'Ah, here he is,' she finished as the door opened. Kitten rose from her chair, and a quick whisper was exchanged before she slipped from the room. She watched her captor smirk at her, and her mind replayed her last memories-what she had done, what he had said. She stared at her bandaged hands again, her stomach churning. 'No...he couldn't...he wouldn't...' she thought desperately. Alexander reached down and tugged the thin sheet off the bed, leaving her naked. With no ceremony, he dropped his pants and crawled up between her bound legs. 'I warned you, slave girl.' With his hand, he guided his cock into her, thrusting in slowly but mercilessly until the entire length was sheathed in her pussy. She barely noticed. She held her hands in front of her wide eyes, her mind recoiling in disbelief. 'You push me, I push back,' Alexander growled as he started to rape her. 'You fight me, you lose.' 'Motherfucker!' she screamed, her eyes blazing with hatred. 'MOTHERFUCKER!' He was wearing a padded glove on his left hand, and slammed it down over her mouth, silencing her even as he continued his slow, deep thrusts into her. 'Shut the fuck up, bitch,' he snarled. 'Or do you want to lose your tongue too?' She stared up at him in utter horror, shocked tears filling her eyes, and he nodded slowly and deliberately. 'You belong to me and me alone. All of you-your cunt, your mouth, your ass...' Alexander forced himself to keep his movements slow, even though the terror in her eyes and the tears rolling down her cheeks were making his cock throb with lust. 'Your hands, your feet...your mind and soul...are all my property.' 'And if you're too fucking stupid to figure that out...' He let go of her mouth and grabbed her wrists firmly, holding her bandaged hands inches from her face. '...then I will drive the point home!' He pulled her hands apart and stared into her shocked eyes. 'You understand now, slave girl?' he snarled. Phyllis couldn't answer. It was too much. Her mind was overloaded. He pulled back until the tip of his cock was just barely inside her, and held still. 'Fuck me,' he commanded. She was too numb to respond in any way. He grabbed her by the chin, his eyes cold as ice. 'Fuck me, slave girl,' he repeated firmly. 'You do not want to just lay there like you're...paralyzed...' The smirk returned as he trailed off, letting that last word hang between them. It took a moment for the threat to sink in, but when it did fresh terror gripped Phyllis' heart. With a moan of anguish, she began to buck her hips, shoving her pussy up and down his cock. 'That's better, slut.' She wasn't very wet, and the friction was painful, but she forced herself to keep moving, too stunned and afraid to do anything else. 'This is how it works, cunt. I command, you obey. Very simple.' He savored her fear and pain as he forced her to rape herself. 'Harder, slut!' he snarled. 'That's your Master's cock! Giving it pleasure is your only purpose!' With a sob, she forced herself to shove up onto him faster and faster, wanting only to get it over with so her brain could shut down. 'Shake your fucking ass!' he growled, and she started to mindlessly wiggle her hips as she pumped up and down his dick. Just when she thought she could take no more, on the verge of a hysterical breakdown, he suddenly pulled out. Stepping his right foot over her leg, he started to stroke himself, pointing his cock at her face. 'You're nothing but a cum dump. Say it!' Phyllis whimpered miserably, fresh tears flowing. 'I-I'm a cum dump,' she managed to whisper. With his gloved hand, he slapped her right breast. 'You're NOTHING but a cum dump-now fucking say it!' 'I'm...I'm nuh-nothing but a cum dump,' she sobbed. 'Open your fucking mouth, bitch,' he commanded, and unthinkingly she parted her lips as he started to spurt his cum down onto her. It splashed into her open mouth and onto her face, mixing with her tears. The last of his load dribbled onto her breasts, and he grabbed a handful of her hair, bringing her sperm-covered face close to his. 'You ever gonna fucking disobey your Master again, slave bitch?' he demanded. She tried to shake her head, but his grip was too tight. 'Answer me!' he practically shouted. 'No Master,' she whimpered, and he let her go. He picked up his pants and started towards the door. 'This world is ruled by the ruthless,' he said without turning around, 'and I'm the most ruthless sonofabitch you'll ever meet.' A few minutes later, Kitten returned. She cleaned Dove's face, removed the cuffs and chains from the bed, and gave her an injection-antibiotics and a painkiller. Out in the hallway, Kitten locked the door and wiped tears from her eyes. 'That poor girl,' she thought. 'She's almost catatonic.' xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'Morning, Dove,' Trouble said softly as she slipped into the room. Phyllis looked up sluggishly, just in time to catch a glimpse of Barry as he closed the door. We need to...change your bandages...and check to make sure there's no infection,' Trouble said in a small voice. Phyllis swallowed hard and looked away as the blond girl set a small bag on the end of the bed. She pulled out a roll of gauze, then a roll of tape. 'Can you sit up?' Trouble asked mildly. Phyllis struggled upright, her legs hanging off the edge of the narrow bed. 'You don't need to look if you don't want to,' Trouble said as she started to unwrap Phyllis' right hand. Phyllis' eyes were empty, her expression blank, but she didn't turn away. She had to see. 'Dear god,' she whispered when Trouble pulled away the last of the bandages. Her face twisted in anguish, and she clenched her teeth to keep from crying. 'You've cried enough,' Phyllis thought. 'No more.' Gently, carefully, Trouble held up Phyllis' hand and examined the spot where her middle finger had been. 'No sign of infection,' she murmured, more to herself than to Phyllis. She dabbed a little antibiotic ointment on the wound, then wrapped the girl's hand back up. She repeated the process on Phyllis' other hand. 'For what it's worth, I'm sorry,' Trouble said as she put the old bandages into a bag. Phyllis sighed deeply. 'Still think he's a good guy? Still think he's a savior?' she asked, turning the last word into a curse. 'I...I...' the girl stammered, her eyes filled with confusion. 'If you're not sure, maybe you should ask Rogue what she thinks,' Phyllis sneered. Trouble grabbed her supplies and fled, but not before Phyllis heard her start to cry. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'WHY?' Trouble wailed, her tears soaking Kitten's shoulder. 'Why did he do something so horrible? HOW could he do something like that?' she sobbed miserably. Kitten didn't answer. She just held the tiny girl and let her cry. She lifted her head to look at Kitten. 'I loved him. I luh-loved him...a-and then this,' and the pain in her voice nearly broke Kitten's heart. Trouble let her head fall back onto Kitten's shoulder, and more tears flowed. 'How can I serve him after this?' she whimpered. Kitten stroked the girl's blond hair tenderly. 'Do you know what they tell soldiers to do when they're scared?' Trouble looked up, her eyes red and puffy. 'I'm not scared,' she said softly. 'I'm angry. And I hate it. You're not supposed to be angry at Master.' 'I know, angel,' Kitten answered, at a loss of what to say. 'Dove didn't deserve that. Rogue didn't deserve it. No one deserves that,' she said firmly. She leaned back against Kitten and sniffled. 'What do they tell soldiers?' Kitten smiled sadly. 'Fall back on your training,' she said softly. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ALEXANDER gave her one more day in the hospital bed, then sent her back to her old cell-with a couple changes. 'You've lost the right to wear clothes,' he said with a smirk as he tucked her tiny wrap into his jacket pocket. 'And these are not clothes.' He locked a pair of padded cuffs around her ankles, connected by a short chain. Wearing them, she could walk almost normally, but there was no way she could move quickly. 'You've proven you can't be trusted. So from now on, you'll always be restrained.' Phyllis hung her head, but he tilted her chin up, gazing into her eyes. 'What does a slave say when Master gives her something?' Helplessly, hating him, hating herself, hating everything, she whimpered thank you, but it wasn't good enough for him. He didn't nod and leave until he had forced her to thank him for her beautiful new ankle cuffs. Phyllis curled up on her cot and wished she would die. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'He's losing it,' Phyllis said to Kitten as the girl helped her bathe. 'He's gone from cruel to psychotic. Our lives are in danger.' 'I know,' Kitten said sadly. Her own backside bore angry red stripes, her punishment for the awful crime of discretely belching during dinner the night before. 'We have to get out of here. No more excuses. We have to escape.' 'It's not possible,' Kitten replied. 'Even if we can eliminate Master \*and\* Barry, there's too many locked doors between here and freedom.' Phyllis touched Kitten's face with her index finger. Her hands were healing, and the bandages no longer covered her fingertips. '\*We\* don't have to get out,' she said. 'I have a plan.' Kitten looked at her skeptically. 'What plan?' The corner of Phyllis' mouth turned up. 'Can you give me an hour?' xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Kitten looked up from her knees. 'Master, may I speak?' she asked quietly. 'What is it, pet?' 'Have you noticed how much more unhappy Barry seems lately?' Alexander raised an eyebrow. 'You can tell?' Kitten looked at him and nodded. 'Yes Master. And you know I would never tell you how to run your household-but it occurs to me that a happy employee is a more loyal employee.' Alexander chuckled and tousled the girl's hair. 'And just what do you suggest, pet?' She nuzzled his hand gently. 'If you wish, Master, perhaps the next time you take Trouble to the playroom, this girl could try to...improve Barry's mood?' She lowered her eyes and blushed softly as he stroked his chin. 'Actually, that's not a bad idea. The man does work very hard for me. Perhaps he deserves a reward.' He tipped her chin up and brushed his middle finger across the tip of her nose. 'And you, my pet, would be a very sweet reward.' Kitten looked up at her Master and beamed, hoping he couldn't hear how hard her heart was pounding. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx IT WAS Alexander's newest tactic to humiliate her and break her spirit that gave Phyllis the final piece of her plan. Almost every afternoon, he would chain her by an ankle in one of the bathrooms. With a toothbrush and a little tin of baking soda, she was supposed to make the toilet sparkle. In deference to her injured hands, he did at least give her a pair of heavy rubber gloves to wear. The game was pure bullshit. He'd leave her for a couple hours, come in to 'inspect' her work, give her a slap across the face and tell she didn't do a good enough job, forcing her to start over. She'd gotten Kitten to steal a paper clip from his office, and practiced and practiced until she could pick the very simple lock on the cuffs. Today, she was in the bathroom closest to his office. She pretended to do her gross job while she listened intently. She heard footsteps in the hallway outside, and a few minutes later, more footsteps, this time going in the other direction, and Kitten's voice saying 'we're going to have a wonderful time'-the signal that the coast was as clear as her and Trouble could make it. Heart thudding in her chest, Phyllis wiggled the bent paper clip in the lock until it clicked open. She forced herself to count slowly to one hundred, her ear pressed against the door. Silence. She slipped out and tip-toed down the hall to Alexander's office. The door wasn't even closed, let alone locked, and she breathed a silent thank-you to Trouble and her talents of seduction. The little blond girl knew what to say and do to make Alexander forget everything but his desire and need to fuck her. She'd been in this office enough times to recognize his main laptop, sitting silent and closed on the big desk. She sat down on the carpet, hiding behind the desk just in case someone peeked in, and booted it up. In a few moments, the screen lit up and asked for a password. Phyllis stared at it in dismay. 'Shit,' she thought. 'Who the hell leaves their personal computer set up so they have to enter the password every goddamn time?' She thought feverishly of everything Alexander had said to her, trying to remember anything that might give her a clue to his password, and started randomly typing in whatever popped into her head. KittensMaster DovesMaster TroublesMaster RussianStud WhipRogue BarrysBoss No luck. None of them worked. She looked on the desk and carefully in the drawers, but there was no convenient Post-It note labeled 'password.' She sat back down, scrubbing her face with her hands, her heart sinking into her stomach. Dammit! Ten minutes used up already! Angrily, her index fingers pounding the keys, she typed in Dickless and jabbed the enter key... and watched in amazement as the computer came to life. 'What an asshole,' she mumbled, shaking her head. She looked at the date and gritted her teeth in rage. The bastard had stolen ten months of her life already. 'Fuck him,' her mind snarled. 'He's going down. First, Google to find out where she was and get the email addresses she needed. The locator came up, and her jaw dropped. She was even more surprised than when that stupid password had worked. 'No. Fucking Way!' She blinked and shook her head. It didn't change. 'Gary?' 'You gotta be kidding me. I'm in Gary fucking Indiana?' 'Stop wasting time, Philly,' she silently admonished herself. She got five of the addresses she wanted, then looked at the clock. Twenty-five minutes. They would have to be enough. She went to Yahoo to get her old email account. It had been so long since she'd logged on it was inactive, and she had to answer a challenge question. She copied the addresses and added three of her old friends from her address book, her hands starting to shake with excitement. Gnawing on her tongue in concentration, she began digging through the files. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx BARRY rolled off the brunette slave girl and collapsed on his back, his powerful chest heaving. Kitten slid into the crook of his arm and lay her head across his torso. 'Mmmm that was good,' she purred. 'Yes it was,' the big man rumbled. He gave her hair a stroke, and started to sit up. 'I enjoyed that, Kitten,' he said quietly. She turned her head to look at him, a wicked gleam in her eyes. 'Bet I can get you up again,' she giggled, and gave his flat stomach a slow, wet kiss. 'Now, we can't waste the whole day.' The girl laughed softly, her head moving lower. 'Oh poo,' she breathed. 'We don't know when we'll get to do this again-so I'm gonna drain you dry!' 'Really, girl, that's...' he started to say, then sucked in a breath as she took his soft penis into her mouth. Kitten smiled to herself as she felt him twitch against her tongue. He lay back down, submitting to her oral ministrations. 'Come on, Phyllis,' she silently prayed as she sucked him. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Phyllis found three files with spreadsheets, two with lists of names and phone numbers, and a couple in what looked like Russian that looked suspicious. She attached them all to her message. 45 minutes. Gotta hurry girl! It was hard, typing without middle fingers, but she quickly summarized the story of what had happened to her since that awful night almost a year ago, and threw in every bit of useful information she could think of that might help them find her. At last, she hit SEND, and it was out of her hands. She'd done everything she could. She did everything she could remember to do to cover her tracks and erase any evidence that someone had used his laptop. Then, she shut it down, put it back on the desk, and dashed on silent, bare feet back to the bathroom. She had just closed the cuff around her ankle when she heard noises in the hall. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx In a red Kia just outside of Chicago, a cell phone bleated a few bars of Taylor Swift. The dark haired woman behind the wheel looked at it, but-personal safety policy-she didn't answer. She listened to the leave-a-message spiel, and then one of her best friends was practically yelling. 'Call me right away. I got an email from Phyllis!' Her eyes wide, the woman jerked her car to the shoulder, getting honked at in the process, and hurriedly grabbed her phone. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'Post-Tribune, Michael Schumaker's desk.' 'Mike, it's Jack. Did you get an email from a woman named Phyllis? About Russian mobsters and white slavers?' 'I was just reading it now.' 'Do us a favor. Don't do anything with it yet. Turns out that's the name of a girl who vanished ten months ago in Chicago. Let us look into it ok? Don't put her in jeopardy.' 'All right, I'll sit it on for now. But I wanna know when you move.' 'Trust me, buddy. You can have a front row seat.' xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It took about twenty hours to get the Russian documents translated, and another four to get the warrants and assemble the assault team. They decided on a night raid. At two o'clock in the morning, police used a battering ram to smash through the front door of Alexander's mansion. A dozen officers in full riot gear spread through the house. They knew he was there-he'd been under surveillance since they pinpointed his location. Sophisticated infrared and heat-sensing equipment had shown exactly where the five people inside were. But to find the girls, all they had to do was follow the cheers. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx EPILOGUE The only question when it came to Alexander was whether to try him in the US, or extradite him to Russia. The files Phyllis had sent were just the tip of the iceberg. There was enough on his laptop-money laundering, racketeering, bribing officials, and much much more-to put him away for a dozen lifetimes. Of course he posted bail, and of course he tried to flee, but they were watching him like a hawk. The instant he got too far away, he was surrounded, handcuffed, and returned to jail. Now he was a flight risk. No bail allowed. Staring at hundreds of charges and life in prison, he hung himself in his cell with his own trousers. A guard saw him in the midst of his preparations. The man-a husband with two teenage daughters-turned his back and walked away. The FBI and CIA shared the information on Alexander's computer with Interpol, MI6, G-7, and numerous governments. A couple of white slavery rings were broken up, some arrests were made, and a few dozen girls and women were freed-admittedly a drop in the bucket, but small victories are still victories. Barry cooperated fully with authorities. It turned out the primary reason he was working for Alexander was that he had a sister in Russia, a doctor who had worked for a while with a rebel group. Alexander demanded his loyalty in return for not giving his sister to the Russian government. He told everything he knew, which admittedly wasn't much, and the girls all agreed he had never been unnecessarily cruel, so he was copped a plea and spent seventeen months in prison. The US State Department helped his sister immigrate to the US, and when he got out of prison they moved to West Virginia, where she found work at a clinic. He is currently working for a construction company. The Gary, Indiana reporter who received a copy of Phyllis' email helped the three women write a book. It sold extremely well, helped by Phyllis' and (especially) Kitten's performances on the talk show circuit. Kitten was a revelation in an interview setting. Having been a slave all her life, she was unfailingly polite, respectful, and soft spoken. She was incapable of lying or embellishing, and there was no guile in her at all. She didn't try to make herself look good, or wrap things up in a tidy narrative. There was no self-pity or bitterness. She just told what happened. She left Oprah and Ellen sobbing. She had the Today cast wiping their eyes. Almost every time she spoke, the audience rose as one at the end, applauding and cheering even as the tears rolled down their cheeks. Trouble was the least interested in being a celebrity. She took back her old name, cut and dyed her hair, and moved to the West Coast, reveling in her anonymity. There was always one huge shadow. Their book was dedicated 'To Rogue,' but they never found her. Alexander had a huge file on Phyllis, and folders of information on Trouble (now Karen), and Kitten-but absolutely nothing on Rogue. The girls knew her real name was Pam, and they did everything they could-hiring artists to draw her from their description and flooding the Internet with appeals for help-but none of the hundreds of pictures people sent them were her. Barry swore she was still alive, battered yes but awake, when he last saw her. He had taken her to a private doctor known for his discretion, to have her injuries treated before they shipped her off. He agreed that Alexander had said she would be sent to Thailand, but couldn't say for sure-and the doctor in question had vanished the same day news of the raid on Alexander's mansion hit the news. Phyllis' mutilated hands became an international symbol of the fight against the exploitation of women. Sometimes holding a dove, sometimes in handcuffs, the picture was everywhere. 'If hearing my story helps even a few girls, it was worth it,' she often said, and maybe it did. One more tiny step in the fight. Phyllis and Kitten got apartments in the same building. Kitten often broke the tension and horror of the story of their captivity by telling funny stories about how little she knew of living in 'the real world,' and she relied on Phyllis to answer questions and be her guide. One day, she tapped on Phyllis' door, a thick envelope in her hands. 'This is a big day for me,' she said, her voice thick with emotion. 'I've never had a name.' She ripped open the envelope and pulled out an official-looking document. She stared for a long time, then handed it to Phyllis, with tears in her eyes. 'I hope it's ok,' she said. Phyllis read the birth certificate. Katherine Phyllis Free it said. She looked at the woman who was once a slave named Kitten, her own eyes misting. 'Thank you.' xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx EPILOGUE TWO Katherine stood and fidgeted, her eyes moving from the arrival/departure board to the doorway and back, again and again. At last, the door opened and the passengers flowed into the terminal. She held up the cardboard sign that read 'Melissa' with trembling hands. Of course she recognized the woman. She'd seen her picture. She'd stared at it for hours and hours. The woman-tall, slim, brown-haired and still attractive on the edge of fifty, stopped a few feet away. 'I won't cry, I won't cry,' Katherine thought. She could see the woman's face was already wet with tears. Melissa went to Phyllis first, and gave her a short, hard hug. 'Thank you so much. For everything.' Phyllis smiled, her own eyes starting to leak. She gave the woman a gentle nudge on the shoulder. 'Go say hello,' she whispered. Melissa and Katherine embraced, sharing shameless, joyous tears. At last, the older woman leaned back. 'I'm so proud of you, Katherine,' she said tenderly, and the love in her words and her eyes slipped into Katherine's heart. They found the last vestiges of the slave once known as Kitten, among other names, and gently crushed them, leaving behind only a free woman. 'I'm so glad to meet you,' Katherine said, her voice husky with emotion, and before she broke down completely she managed to say the word she'd been dreaming of saying her entire life. 'Mom.'

At least then she could just do one trip back home, even if it did need her to carry so many bags on her person that it was a genuine wonder how she didn’t spill a warehouse’s worth of foodstuff on the ground with every step she took; then again, with Iris being Iris, it was simultaneously the easiest thing possible, or at the very least so natural that she didn’t stop to think about it, given how unimportant it truly was. All that mattered was that she could walk up to one of the managers on-call at that time, declare her intention to buy their stock, then just sit and wait for the employees to collect their share of the total inventory, occasionally chipping in to help by dragging the contents of an aisle onto one of her arms before dropping it into a series of overladen bags. This process usually took at least three or so hours, and while Iris could very well have gone home and returned only when it was over, she felt a certain obligation towards her little ones; it’s why she did, on occasion, stand up to help along whenever she saw someone struggling, since what would be the point of becoming a goddess if it only made everyone around her resent her power? It was important to remind herself of her own position at times, in the sense that she might very well be a divine powerhouse, but that hardly meant anything if there wasn’t anyone around to be a divine powerhouse towards; while she was more than certain that no one could really stand up to her in a direct confrontation, the last thing the chameleon wanted was to make people hate her on account of her own insane level of power, hence her concern for keeping a certain amount of respectability when interacting with others: she could just sit down and do nothing, but then that would turn her into a tyrant, and that just wasn’t something she wanted to happen. Granted, when it came to cleaning out the whole superstore, she knew when to let the employees step in and do what they did best; plus, the chameleon wasn’t thinking of subsuming the whole planet into her being any time soon, so she might as well let the mortals around her get along with their lives as if they weren’t hanging around a being so powerful that it could vaporize their entire world without even thinking about it if they really wanted to. Not that Iris would, of course; she’d sooner cradle it, hold it safely within the many folds of her overlapping muscles, that it might remain eternally protected from anything or anyone that might want to bring harm to it… which, all things considered, was an idea that she didn’t have nearly as much as she thought she would. Or, perhaps, it was a thought process that became self-terminating, given how easy it was for her to lose track of her own growth whenever she actually considered how pleasurable it was; she quite liked living on the planet in the way she did, giving her a good reason not to just splurge out whenever she felt like it: powerful goddess or not, ascending to a size big enough that she could hold the Earth in such a manner was sure to cause some damage. If the main goal was to avoid it, then Iris really shouldn’t be thinking about how amazing it would be if she just let loose, lest she decide to go on a bit of growth binge and suddenly find herself so much bigger than before that, without even noticing, she had accidentally lodged the whole planet somewhere it would need some repairs to recover from. She was still more than capable of putting it back, of course, still powerful enough that, with the snap of her fingers, she could easily reset everything and no one would be the wiser, much like her own transformation had taken place over the years. There used to be a time when she was big, yes, but comprehensibly big, rather than the titan of musculature she was nowadays; and that, that was the direct result of her occasionally slipping away from her own idea of what “big enough” was, and indulging in size fantasies instead, whenever she figured no one was paying attention. Yet, it still wasn’t enough to fully immunize the universe around her to the consequences of her deciding to growth further, no matter how in control she was; to a certain extent, it was precisely her being as powerful as she was that left Iris in an untenable position, since each day she lived was one where the paradoxical nature of her very existence became increasingly apparent. She liked to act as though she were “merely” a goddess, as if she could walk around as the supreme ruler of her world and that wouldn’t really change anything; the pretense of normalcy was part of the charm, really, that she could act in a way that made absolutely no logical sense and still pretend like it did. Simultaneously, however, it was patently obvious to anyone paying the slightest amount of attention that the world around her was still as fragile as before, and held together only because the goddess herself deemed it so; if she were truly at home on the planet she was the goddess of, then Iris wouldn’t need to warp the fabric of reality around her just to be able to fit into places built for other people, nor would she have an ever-growing entourage of supplicants ready to follow her wherever she went, or even a body that was worthy of such attention in the first place. Certainly, her form shouldn’t be as exaggerated as it was, looking more like a greater creature was trying to escape from a much-too-small cocoon that somehow still managed to hold it back against all odds. She wasn’t meant to exist on the same plane as her little ones, as plainly evidenced by how she so effortlessly left it to enter the meeting room earlier, as if teleporting herself onto a place-between-places was no more difficult than taking a quick sidestep into an adjacent room. The only reason why she was still there, why her body hadn’t burgeoned outwards to such a degree that it literally cracked the planet in half, was because she wanted it to be that way, even if she occasionally forgot about her nominal duties and focused more on crafting an ever greater body for herself. She was under no delusions as to what her true goals were, even if she went out of her way to pretend like she was still interested in the day-to-day running of a planet she was in no way actually interested in ruling over. She wanted to grow, at any possible opportunity, in any possible manner that could heighten the experience, and everything else was, frankly, secondary to that one motivation. It was easy for her to forget about anything else, seeing as the power she wielded was, if she bothered to bring it to bear, effectively limitless; while her nominal “superiors” had left her with plenty of warnings over what she was and wasn’t allowed to do, the chameleon goddess had reached a point where really, if she wanted to do anything at all, she could, and the only reason why she didn’t was that it needed aftercare. The universe was quite resilient, and with literal gods running around it was relatively easy for things to be repaired if she went a bit too far, but ultimately, it was work, and she hadn’t gone to the trouble of ascending just so she could have a different job. It was about self-indulgence, sure, but only to the point where it didn’t outright create more of a workload for her to have to worry about, hence her growth spurts being quite rare and moderate compared to what she could do if she actually put her mind to it; she was a caged beast, but one whose cage keys were held by itself, seeing as no one in existence dared to play the role of the warden for someone as powerful as Iris was. It was why she grew, after all: what better way of asserting her control over existence itself than by improving her own form to the point where it no longer resembled anything a mortal soul could accomplish, but rather the aroused daydream of a hyper-sized muscle enthusiast? It’s why, before she even bothered to think about where she was going to stop, every person around her was pushed out, as every muscle on her body packed on additional mass at such a fast rate that it looked more like someone had hooked multiple pumps to her form and broke the off switch; it felt good, it felt right, and with her being capable of putting a stop to it at any point she wanted, Iris figured it was about time she enjoyed herself some more. Having to constantly hold back from blowing outwards with additional size became tedious at times, but luckily the solution was right there at her fingertips, ready to be used and abused to her heart’s content… even when she wasn’t technically even trying. Her divinity had, ultimately, been attained via a process of self-sustaining self-improvement, so for her to deliberately put a stop to it, no matter how temporary, was the chameleon outright denying her own nature; thus, whenever she just grew, whenever she closed her eyes and felt as every part of her body ballooned outwards with increasingly denser muscle mass, it felt as if she wasn’t so much adding to herself as she was merely unleashing who she truly was. Even when her head was slowly surrounded on all sides by a combination of neckbulk and her own shoulders (and even part of her back!), she couldn’t bring herself to stop it; whenever she did focus on any one thing, something else drew her attention away from it, such as her legs thickening to the point where her calves alone were wider than sequoias, or her biceps becoming large enough to give entire trucking convoys a run for their money. This was her natural state: half-standing, half-sitting, letting her body run wild as it grew closer still to her idealized form, the dream body that Iris imagined herself having one day, feeling as every inch of herself gained so much more mass with each passing second that she was no longer measuring her weight in pounds (albeit with plenty of digits to it), but in tons… and, soon after, eschewing that scale and going straight into how many buildings would be needed to balance out a scale with her on the other side of it. It hardly mattered that she was threatening the stability of the very universe itself by simply willing more mass into her by way of flagrant abuse of pair production; she wanted to be bigger, thus, reality would simply have to adjust if it knew what was good for it. And by the end of it, when her eyes shot wide open at around the same time as her head actually touched the ceiling above her (alerting Iris to the need for expanding the distortions around her), in the end she would still only slow it down; it would eventually stop, once Iris decided she was big enough, but until then, it merely petered out, her body very gradually ceasing its inexorable advance as the chameleon took stock of what had changed about her that time around. It was surprisingly easy work, being able to perfectly tell just how much additional mass had been manifested in her; her kinesthetic sense was so well-developed that, even with her form being little more than a conglomeration of spheres and similar shapes, the giantess could still move around with a grace the belied the sheer heft of her immense frame. It reminded her of who she was, what she was, and in doing so made it exceedingly obvious that her attempts at living a regular life were little more than a delusion she had imposed on herself; eventually, it would falter, leaving her to break free from her bonds in a way that would be far more dangerous and damaging than if she had just accepted herself to begin with… but until it happened, she had plenty of things to fill her schedule with, even if it was just for her own amusement; not the least of which was the little detail of her having invited her god-consort over to her place, which Iris believed would have no doubt ingrained itself into the wolf’s head with such astounding efficiency that it’d be a wonder if he wasn’t already in her living room, tail wagging wildly as he tried to pretend like he wasn’t desperate for her attention. And if that was the case (and even if it wasn’t, honestly), then clearly she should put on a show for him; he hadn’t said anything in this last growth spurt, so even if he was paying attention, he clearly wasn’t thinking of reprimanding her anymore that day. So why not grow some more? It felt good enough that she couldn’t think of any reason not to, and seeing as her shopping for the day would require a lot of empty space on her arms to carry all the bags, Iris figured she even had an actual reason to bulge out further, rather than doing it simply because she could. Not that anything stopped her from the latter, but the former always felt better; she wasn’t merely imposing herself upon reality because it was an option, but because she had something to do, someone to do in this case, and that just gave it all the extra bit of zest that she positively craved whenever it came to exercising her divine right. Thus, while the superstore’s staff busied themselves gathering everything and placing it in a myriad of plastic containers, the chameleon goddess spent her time sculpting her form further, at times not even adding as much as she simply shifted mass around in order to better craft for herself a new shape that closely approximated what she wanted for herself… on a much smaller scale, but still. Her true size goals could only be achieved by total consumption of all that was, and while Iris was reasonably certain she could do such a thing, she’d rather stick around her homeworld for the time being, hopeful that she could extend its lifespan far beyond the point where it would normally end, both so that she might enjoy herself and that others might bask in eternal glory; a perfect win-win, as far as she was concerned. It was, ultimately, her personal paradise, which contrasted heavily with others in the celestial hierarchy: they created for themselves entire realms where their every whim was catered to at every waking moment, true Edens where they wanted for nothing and their personal servants made sure they spent their eternal lives basking in their own magnificence; she, meanwhile, just wanted to stick around and watch as the world slowly became smaller around her, as she quite literally grew into her role as a goddess in the slowest, most delectably, excruciatingly glacial pace ever. It was part of the charm, hence why she had nothing but the widest smile on her face when she found the perfect proportions to work with and then simply pumped more muscle mass into them; Iris knew that she was a living, breathing spectacle, a glorious display of muscular perfection for others to gawk at and lose themselves in, and it was for precisely this reason that she didn’t want for more. It would’ve been so easy for her to simply make everyone worship her, snapping her fingers and turning the whole world into her personal fiefdom; who was going to stop her, after all? Her wolf consort who spent more time pretending he wasn’t turned on by the very sight of her than he did ruling over anything? Her nominal superiors, who hadn’t bothered to enforce any rules from the moment they realized Iris was more powerful than them? Only Iris herself stood in front of her ambitions, and given how large she was, this was enough of a roadblock as far as she was concerned; if ever she wanted to splurge out, she would, but that wasn’t really the point. It wasn’t about making things happen, it was about being herself and just letting the puzzle pieces fall into place; after all, the truest exercise of divinity was not to force it on others, but to merely be so deific in one’s existence that others would turn to worship of their own accord. In fact, it felt far more real than any of the extensive networks of supplicants that other gods liked to build for themselves; sure, the people underneath them were still living in rapturous pleasure from all that direct exposure to literal divinities, but they were still led to do so by a deity who really couldn’t care less about what their charges actually wanted. Iris, meanwhile, just wanted to put on a show… so she did, and everything else came as a knock-on effect; she couldn’t help it that her body was so magnificent that it made people want to worship it, that was just how things worked! And if they wanted to offer to take her shopping bags instead of her, then who was she to say no? Didn’t she have over a hundred people already, diligently waiting for her just outside the superstore, eager to have their goddess give them something to do? Did she not have the right, as the goddess of that world, to ask something as mundane and simple of her followers as carrying the groceries? Besides, there was plenty left that she could still flex her strength even when everyone else in her entourage was so laden with cargo that they could barely walk… and by flex, she of course meant literally flexing in order to show off how big she had become in such a short notice, thus leading to even more growth as her body adapted to the strain, and the rest was history. The whole city got to watch as the chameleon made her way back home, her form simultaneously hidden by the buildings around her, in its distorted and “contained” state, yet perfectly visible looming over the tallest of skyscrapers for those who wished to see her in her full glory. Granted, they could only make out part of her full musculature, with most of it still hidden away below the skyline, but a pair of biceps big enough to overshadow the downtown area was still a respectable landmark, as was a back so broad that Iris could probably carry the whole country on her back without breaking a sweat. Yet, with every step she took, the goddess added a little bit more, and by little she of course pumped herself fuller with foot after foot of additional muscle mass, since by that point even such an absurd level of growth barely made a dent in her overall size; with the wolf-god clearly unwilling to step in, and the world around her still stable enough that she could afford to cut loose for a bit, there really was no excuse for Iris not to unleash more of her true self upon reality: a few more buildings’ worth of muscle for her biceps here, a handful of skyscrapers for her glutes there, even her tits got a little bit extra pudge in order to round out her whole aesthetic. It was about the exercise of it, not even the endstate; that she was massive was already a given, so it hardly mattered as much as the mere act of growing, the act of affirmation, where Iris gleefully told reality itself that she wanted to be larger, and like a good subservient little worker, reality nodded along and just made her bigger first, then worried about the consequences never. The giantess could tell when the distortions around her became too much for the universe to handle anyway, so she wasn’t exactly worried about it; if she should ever go too far, if such a thing were even possible, then it’d be child’s play for her to stop and take a step back… but, absent any such warning signs from the underlying fabric of existence, Iris also lacked any good reason to stop growing, even when each step she took left craters deep enough to break open the underground sewage system and the water mains keeping the city supplied. It hardly seemed to matter, since even the trail of destruction she left behind was easily fixed with just a simple snap of her fingers. Not that Iris was paying more attention to it than strictly necessary… mostly because of who was waiting for her at the end of that short walk. She could sense him, off in the distance, trying his best to hide his unique aura as if that would do anything to stop her from spotting him; meek, embarrassed, awkwardly staring at walls that at once felt too close and too far away, the wolf was inside her house, patiently awaiting her return like the good little pup he was. And Iris had to like that; much like her god-consort’s willingness to stand up to her, no matter how ineffective this might be, tickled her buttons in ways that were far too scandalous, so too did his willingness to go along with whatever she told him to do leave her feeling even more powerful than before. It was a game they played, where the giant canid pretended like he was a player and not just a piece on the board, and Iris went along until it was time to gently pull him back into his proper place, only for the whole thing to repeat itself, again and again, with the wolf constantly “forgetting” that no matter what he did, he would always end up in the same spot as he did the previous times: sitting on Iris’ couch, wringing his hands together and wondering whether he should’ve brought a gift for the chameleon, who was sure to appreciate such a gesture. Really, there was a good reason the goddess called him her “little pup”, because it really was like having an overeager, yet oddly confrontational puppy nipping at her heels, thinking they were a much greater beast than they truly were. What was best, they were going to keep thinking that even when Iris had them bent over her knee, both literally and metaphorically; they would still claim to be her equal, still proclaim themselves to be a god, still carry on acting as if they weren’t putty in her hands, unable to really do anything other than mewl and beg for her gentle touch. Yet, when Iris bid farewell to her group of supplicants and slammed the front door shut behind her, she could see the wolf straightening his back when he stood at attention, his whole body trembling as he waited for his next hours-long “cuddle” session that was sure to break even more size records. For a few moments, he even began openly drooling, at least before he remembered himself and put his tongue back in his mouth. For Iris though, this was all she needed: the understanding that she had all the power in there, that she alone decided how things went and how they were to progress. That she, and she alone, was the undisputed goddess of all things. As it should be.

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Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 29 Tags: dungeons and dragons, dragon slayers, adventure, epic fantasy, fantasy, blind, clean, character progression, story progression **Volume 4: Dereliction of Duty** **Chapter V: Intersections** The Little Kettle inn smelled bad. If rancid meat, dung, sweat and the body odor could have been combined, the result probably would have been a color. Tessarie liked colors, even if her family never understood them as she did. It was a pure form of expression, like dance, that you didn't need to be able to wrap your mind around to fully appreciate. You didn't break down color into components and judge them for their merit that way but they *could* stand for many different things. Yes, if this place was a color, it would have been a muddy brown. Maybe flecked with black and yellow. The only sprig of color in this place being the pink mask on the far wall beside the dartboard. It looked like something from the northerner lands, a spirit mask of some sort. It was out of place among the hustle and bustle of caravan crews going to visit whores, loading up on terrible beer and ordering their revolting meat meals. The very idea made her nauseous. The 'beef' stew at the Crimson Desire was bad, but it was almost exclusively broth. Here the stink was everywhere. And then there was the kobold sitting beside her. Sarah had called him Keiter, but he was a monster to Tessarie and almost any civilized race on the planet. Here she was sitting next to one! They were both draped in heavy robes, sheltered among the shadows of a corner booth it- he- had chosen. They sipped from the pitcher of beer that sat in the middle of the table, but neither of them spoke, feigning interest in the cheap wooden mugs that occupied their hands. Sarah would have had them talking whether their liked it or not- she had that power. But Tessarie was too focused on avoiding the gaze of casual passers by. All it would take would be the wrong person looking at the right time to destroy her chance of escape. She scrubbed her face, muttering into her palms. What had she been dragged into? "Gods above." The kobold clucked its tongue softly, emitting a couple of brief clicks. "You doubt." It said in a soft voice. Tessarie kept her mouth shut but stole a quick glance at the reptilian creature around her hand. It was looking at her. What was she supposed to say? Did it even really understand words or concepts? "When I was young. Very, very young." It took a sip, glanced away. Almost as if it was trying to cough, it opened its mouth and huffed a hiss. "She found me in a cave. Bodies of my tribe everywhere, most of my muzzle was missing." Another sip. It looked down with its mouth hanging open as if that would let the taste fall from its tongue. "Attacked. By people. I'm sure they thought they were doing good, but I was the only survivor." It looked up at Tessarie. For a moment she thought she could see anger in its eyes, but in the next it was gone. Only that alien expression remained. It pushed the ale aside and tucked its arms up into the robe as if seeking protection. "She had to chase me down. I clawed at her and bit her. . . I thought she was one of the villagers. But she took me with her, took me to a place to heal and rest. . . Lied to the village about me before-" He chuckled a dry, empty sound that had no mirth in it. "She sold them mining equipment, you see? Several machines that would empty the cave out. Then she made them break once she learned what had happened." Once finished, the kobold took a deep breath and looked to Tessarie once more. In those eyes she saw sadness, something she didn't think a lizard possible of expressing. He showed his teeth briefly. Was he smiling? "She is many things. . . .many, many things. But she will see that things work out as she thinks they should." Tessarie frowned a bit. "I- don't know what to think." "Faith is a double edged sword," he took his cup once more, producing a copper coin and a toothpick from the little dispenser on the table. "But lack of it and of hope is not a way to live." He broke the toothpick in the center so it formed a V. He set it on the edge of the mug, then the coin in such a way that the toothpick wouldn't let it fall in. "Faith," he said as he motioned to the creation. "See?" The elf stared blankly for a moment. Too curious to ignore it, she leaned over to peek. "I don't understand." "If the wood isn't there, the coin falls, you know it will but it hasn't. Why not?" Tess tried to puzzle out what the creature meant, but in the end she shook her head. "Because it's balancing there on the edge. The toothpick is keeping it up." He clucked his tongue sharply. "Very good. So you have faith that it will fall?" "Well. . . .yes?" "Good." "Good. . ." She sunk back into her chair. "Maybe I can show you faith in others." The little kobold reached forward and took the pitcher, with surprising strength he pulled it closer. "So can I make the coin fall without touching it?" "I. . . .no?" She licked her lips. Slowly she began to relax a bit, still trying to figure out what he was getting at. She glanced at her own cup, then his. "How would you? Unless you shook the table." "No, I don't need to! Even if no reason appears to have it, you know that the coin will fall. What if that was life threatening, yes? Everything says it won't happen, but we want this to." "O- okay?" "So. We know it will drop, but not how to get it to. Yes?" He held up a clawed finger and took the pitcher. "So nothing around us is changing. The table doesn't shake, I don't touch the mug. But. . ." He tipped the pitcher over the coin and toothpick. Slowly it began to straighten out, more and more until it was nearly straight. The coin slid off the pick and dropped into the mug with a thunk. "See? This is Sarah's approach. Not obvious, but effective?" "And if you keep pouring it gets everywhere?" He was looking up at her when Tess saw someone approach in her periphery. She looked up to see an older human woman sliding a long stick back and forth along the floor, as if trying to trowel dirt with her finger. Only then did Tess notice the woman's eyes were actually closed, though her dark brown hair hung well on either side of her head to frame graceful wisdom and a soft mouth. She looked like someone who enjoyed smiling, but had forgotten how to do it right. The woman tapped the side of one of the empty chairs, paused for a moment and then spoke in a careful voice, "I'm sorry, is someone sitting here?" Tess looked at the kobold with a sudden rush of panic; was she some kind of magic user that she didn't need to see through normal eyes to tell what they were? Gods, some kind of spirit? No. No, that didn't make any sense. No. She needed to calm down. For his part in it, the kobold eased himself up and spoke in a firm but soothing voice that almost felt like it was meant to ease people's nerves. Even if it didn't work on Tess, she could understand why: he almost sounded human. "No. Not yet, but maybe soon. You're welcome if you'd like." Tess's eyes widened a bit and grabbed her own chair. This witch was going to set them on fire or something at it was going to be this damn *monster's* fault! "That's mighty kind-" "Do you need help?" He was even getting out of his chair! Gods, was he insane?! "I'm blind, not incompetent." She said. After a moment she eased into the chair, pulling the pleats of her long dress close so they didn't drag. "I'm sorry. That wasn't right. . . .it's not often people offer to- well, no matter. Do you mind if I eat with you folks?" She turned towards Tess and smiled. "I wouldn't want to upset you, but I usually sit here because no one else does." For a moment Tess fought to keep her breathing under control, what should she have said? What did she even *mean* by saying she was blind? That she was a seer of some kind, maybe. Yes, maybe that was it. She was a wise woman. . . Keiter sat back in his chair. "Are you hungry? I was waiting for my friend to come, but I can work something out if you're in need?" The woman furrowed her brow, turning her attention to the kobold whom she didn't see- her expression softened a little and a warmer smile lit up her features. She was beautiful in that moment. "Aww, look at you, aren't you a sweetheart. . . .I already paid for my meal, but thank you." "Of course! No one should go hungry." Another faint twinge of surprise flickered over the woman's face. She reached out her hand, "I'm Leslie." Keiter looked at her hand, then his own. Then he looked up to Tess and pointed. His narrow muzzle betrayed none of what Tess imagine was concern, maybe even panic. Was she supposed to shake the woman's hand? She opened her mouth to ask but Leslie drew back with an empty smile. "No, huh? It's okay, I get that a lot." "No offense. None, I don't think you would like what you found. . ." Keiter's lips pouted out just a little. "Leslie is a woman's name, isn't it?" The woman scoffed with a good natured chuckle. "Come on, I'm not that ugly, am I? It's okay, you can be honest-" "I'm not so good with hum- peoples' gender. I did not want to offend someone so beautiful," the kobold rubbed the side of his muzzle as he looked at the woman and a moment later his tongue darted past his lips. "Yes, I think offending you would be the last mistake anyone with a soul would want to make, Leslie." Those around table fell silent for a moment. Leslie's salad was delivered while Keiter hid and the old man that did so spared Tess only a passing glance. Once he was gone, though, Keiter was back up in his chair. Leslie loaded a fork of lettuce and turned it over a couple times. Tess wondered if the blush on her cheeks was something that came naturally or just the lighting. Eventually she looked right at Tess and said, "who's your friend here, Silver Tongue?" "Copper tongue." He supplied. The woman chuckled. "More like no tongue. . . .come on, speak up. Or can you really not speak and I'm being a horrible person right now?" "U- Uh. Hi. Please don't set us on fire." "Uh. I'll try not to? I mean, that'd be kind of awkward for all of us. We'd be tripping over one another trying to get out of here and me, I can't see shit, so you know I'm going to get trampled in the panic. How stupid would we look then?" Leslie chuckled warily. "Do you shake hands, then, or is it *my* turn to be offensive?" "No offense!" Keiter piped up. "None, I just-" "Hold on, Silver Tongue." Leslie offered her hand to Tess. "Let me see if I'm right about something." Tess eyed the woman. Eventually she worked up the courage to take her hand. "Nice to meet you?" "Mmhmm. Likewise, miss. . ." Her thumb traced over Tess's knuckles. "Elf," She whispered. "Right?" "Uh- Y- Yes." Leslie grinned an almost childish smile. "Knew it. You can tell a lot about someone by their hands. Maybe I'm just getting better at it the older I get though." But that was the trick, she wasn't 'old' in the human sense of the word, she didn't have a grey hair on her head, but she was obviously older than most of the people Tess had ever met. Maybe it was the way she carried her self so calm and casual, as if the world couldn't do anything to her. Tessarie had to admit, the woman scared her and made her all the more curious. Keiter seemed to have a different take on her. He watched her with his scaly little brow sloped down slightly in thought. When the woman glanced at him he looked up, attentive and focused. Like a dog trying to make sense of their master's feelings. After a couple beats he spoke again: "I don't think it's the age that makes you curious." As an afterthought, he added: "You want to see the beauty in the world the way it sees the beauty in you." The human scoffed loudly. "Wow, I've heard some bad pickup lines but that's almost enough to piss me off. You can keep your world beauty, it's a bunch of crap anyway." She took a bite of her salad. "Look, if you're just trying to get in my pants-" "You're not wearing any." "I'm not, but if I *was*, it'd be kind of rude not to offer flowers and dancing. Don'tchya think?" Tess leaned off to the side and put her elbow on the table so she could watch. Keiter touched the side of his muzzle again, scratching at it absently as if considering his words or maybe just itching himself. He took a deep breath. "I would. Very much. I'm not very good, though. I paint, I show others how to, but for you I would dance. . . .for you, I would learn to play music." Leslie turned her fork over a few times in her salad. Her cheeks reddened slightly as she pondered the reply. "That's cute. I almost think you believe it." "I do." "Yeah? I bet you just wanna see me trip over my feet and make an ass of myself," she poked the air with her fork playfully. "Not that I really need to be dancing to do that. So, Silver Tongue, what's your real aim?" "Truly? To see you smile. I don't think you've done it in a while." "And/" "And?" Keiter shot back. He paused and glanced to the side. His little clawed hands dug into his robe as if he could find substance in them. "I'm a priest of Isira. Seeing you smile would be answering a prayer to me. . ." The woman leaned back in her chair looking between her dining companions. Tess rubbed her finger with the grain of the table, stealing a quick glance towards the front door hoping Sarah would make an appearance and take this woman away or tell them they were ready to leave. When Keiter didn't offer any more explanation, the woman leaned forward and set her fork down. "Is that true? I mean, you're not just screwing with me?" "I would never." "What about you?" She said to Tess. "Uh- No? No, I'm not." "Oh, so you're lovers, is that it? Trying to get me involved in some weird triangle thing?" She waggled her brow suggestively. Though her tone was light, it was clear she was mildly concerned. "I don't think you're an elf, though, Silver Tongue." "I'm not." Leslie went quiet, listening. When she spoke again her voice was careful, solemn. "So, if you're a cleric, I can ask you something I've always wanted to, right?" She looked more tired than she had a moment ago, too. "What's it like, dying?" Keiter didn't miss a beat. "Unpleasant. . ." "Does it. . . .Does it stop hurting?" "After a while, yes." The kobold gave her his undivided attention. "You think about the things you've seen and your heart doesn't want to go, but your soul knows. Soon your heart understands too, and then it stops hurting." He opened his mouth for a moment. "You've lost someone close to you?" "I dunno if I'd say 'close'. He-" she curled her hand around her fork. "No, not close. But I want to know what he went through. . ." Tess and Keiter exchanged a brief glance. The kobold shook his head. "It wouldn't be the same, my goddess came to me. She took great pity on me, I think-" "Stop. Don't make this about you, I just want a straight answer." He sucked in a breath. "Pain. From resisting. The natural thing to do, yes? Yes, so pain and fear and an unwillingness. Not wanting to die but not having a choice leads to more fear until your soul tells you its time. . . .and then for a while, nothing." "Just like that?" Leslie scoffed lightly. "Figures." "You wanted the truth." "Yeah. I did. . . .hardly seems fair, does it? Whether you're a good person or a bad one, it all comes to the same end." The woman tapped her foot a couple times, sighed and set her fork down. "Sorry, I don't mean to be like this. I've just had a crappy day." Tess piped in, "We can relate." While she didn't realize it at the time, those three little words would lead to hours of conversation as people came and went through the inn. The three of them shared carefully edited versions of their day and Keiter kept the tone light with some poorly delivered jokes, even Tess eventually found herself relaxing in the company of relative strangers. Never quite drawn into the kobold's 'charms', she could tell that he was using the situation to hide his own feelings- whatever they might have been- about having watched his congregation murdered in his own 'temple'. There was a subtle sense of unease between them and it wasn't just the tainted dragon's gold in their pockets, either. It was a palpable shift in the creature's magic and his feelings. Maybe, just maybe, she had been wrong about him in the first place. Maybe, Tessarie mused, she was wrong about Sarah, too. Surely she wouldn't have kept the company of a real monster. Even with the dragon deals she made, she was still a charitable person. Leslie interrupted her train of thought with a playful nudge of her foot. "You're awfully quiet." "Sorry? Just thinking about things. . ." "See, now that's just unfair. If I sat and thought as hard as you did, I'd have wrinkles and grey hair. You get away with it for nothing! Unless you do have grey hair and wrinkles, in which case I'm going to look like an idiot." She popped a piece of tomato in her mouth. "At least I won't be able to see it." Despite herself Tessarie smiled a little at that. "You'll be getting them soon enough, but I think they'll look good on you?" "Yes!" Keiter quickly added, "You already light up when you smile but how do you make the sun brighter?" "Oh gods. . . .you two are too much." She pushed her plate aside. "Let me guess, this routine is something you're working on for a show of some kind, right?" She pointed at Tess. "You're the singer, and Silver Tongue is. . ." "I'm a dancer." Tess said quietly. "I really like to dance." "Oh? Hmm. . ." Keiter looked between them for a moment and slowly, he leaned forward. "May I be honest? I am not what you think I am. . ." He put his hand on the table, palm up, tapping his nails against the wood a couple times so the woman would hear it. "I am Isira's servant, but what body I am in is not something liked by many. I would like to be your friend but you will choose if that happens. . ." Leslie sat in silence for a couple of moments, her attention focused vaguely on the sound of his voice. She took a deep breath and reached out, her hand trembling ever so softly as she did so. When her finger touched Keiter's palm she paused, then wrapped her hand around his smaller one. Then she touched his claws. She recoiled with a breathy gasp. Keiter looked down and away. But after another moment she glanced back. "You. . . .Come on, let's get out of here." Keiter was already withdrawing into himself when he leaned back in his chair. Leslie looked between them expectantly. "What, you want Cosnu to catch you here?" She got up in a sweeping gesture. "Let's go back to my place." Tessarie and Keiter exchanged a look, neither sure what to make of the situation. Keiter was the first to act, getting to his feet and jumping down. "I've learned not to argue with intelligent people." Leslie chuckled. "That goes double for the stupid ones."

Title: Friends or Lovers Ch. 03 Tags: rain, sofa He pressed his warm lips to mine gently, but I had enough of tentative kisses. If Marty was really in love with me, I had waited long enough, knew him long enough to forget waiting. My heart pounded in my chest as I threw my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss with a gasp. That was all the encouragement he needed. With a groan he dragged me back towards the ratty old sofa that had been in my possession since our college days and served as my napping sofa in the studio. I was more than happy to follow. I started pulling at the buttons of his shirt. I may have popped a few in my enthusiasm but whose counting. He had already helped me off with my thin, long sleeve sweater by the time I was straddling his lap. The sweater flung somewhere over his shoulder. I had my hands firmly wrapped in his hair. How I loved the feel of it in my fingers. I tried to pull him back into the kiss but he held me firmly away so that he could burn my skin with his darkened gaze. "What?" I questioned. "Sink or swim. Right?" I whispered. His eyes widened in surprise then warmed to love. "Absolutely." His arms tightened around my waist while he pressed his face into my chest. My arms wrapped naturally around his head trying to press him closer into my body. The mood suddenly changed. The urgency slowed to a smoldering heat. Marty pressed his ear to my chest to listen to my thundering heartbeat. I rubbed my face in his hair, trying to feel everything in my tingling body. I felt Marty's fingers searching for the clasp of my bra. Insecurities reared up in me and made me stay his hands. "Wait." I said. I pulled his hands away and brought them forward to hold them in front of me. "Please, wait." I whispered. I couldn't look at him, so I stared down at his hands. Crap! I thought I could do this. I was breathing hard and completely aroused but I couldn't do this. My fantasy was blooming in front of me and I just couldn't turn off the doubts in my brain. What the hell was wrong with me! "Lily." Marty said calmly. He pulled one of his hands from my grasp and cupped my cheek gently. "Lily, please look at me." Reluctantly, I raised my gaze. His face was flushed and his lips curled up into a gentle smile. His eyes only shone with love. There was no doubt in them. None. "I love you." He said simply. "I love you, Lily." He repeated. His thumb caressed my cheek soothingly. "You're a beautiful woman, Lily. In all ways and I love you. I want you, but I won't rush you into anything." He said calmly. He was so confident and sure of himself. How did he do that? I'm sure he could see the conflict and insecurity in my face and I sighed resignedly. "I don't ... I can't... Ugh! I can't even string a thought together." I shook my head. "I want this, Marty. I really do. I love you. I do. But.." I shrugged and looked down again. "My heart's desire is staring me right in the face and I can't even let myself have this moment of happiness. I can't let go." I moved off Marty's lap and sank back on the sofa, my eyes closed. The room was very quiet for a few minutes. I felt Marty move on the sofa and soon I felt him slide in next to me. He lowered his head to my shoulder and carefully curled himself around me. "No worries, love. I'm not going anywhere." He rested his hand on my belly and softly stroked the soft pudge. No urgency, just comfort. It started to rain again. Loud enough for us to hear it thrum on the roof. "I was talking to my mom the other day. She reminded me of when we had this really crazy December storm when I was around nine." He talked softly, reminiscing on that long ago winter. He told other stories about growing up. About his family, his terrible cousin Danny that had thrown a rock at him and cut his head open. He had to get five stitches on that day. About his favorite dog, Dunder and how she used to sleep with him every night and how she died in his arms when he was 14. It was all very funny and sad and...comfortable. This was how it always was with Marty. Effortless. So why couldn't I just forget that my tits sag and that my belly has never been flat and that my ass should have it's own area code. If Marty wanted to be with me...then he would be with all of me. If he was ok with my self doubt, my pessimism and my obsession with not being good enough, then I would try to accept that maybe... just maybe, I deserved this incredible man who was sending tingles and sparks from my scalp to the tips of my toes. In the dimming light of dusk and the rainstorm, I began a gentle stroke his thigh. I twisted slightly and pressed my nose against his throat, inhaling his delicious scent. This, I could do. I could appreciate the smells, tastes, sights and sounds that were Marty. My hands caressed his chest, his thighs and the hard muscles of his arms that remained relaxed and still, draped around me. "God," I murmured "you feel so good." I nuzzled my cheek against his neck and ran my nose along the edge of his strong jaw. Finally, I laid my palm lightly against his cheek and tilted his face to me so that I could taste his lips again. He let me kiss him, only moving enough to allow me entrance and accept my tongue's exploration. After a few tentative passes over the crotch of his pants I began to lightly rub my hand over his rapidly hardening member. It was so hot and it shifted slightly in my hand. I squeezed it more firmly and pressed my hand over the length. Marty groaned deep in his throat. "Lily!" He pressed his hand over mine, stilling it in place. I froze. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" I kept my lips on his, our breath mingling in our mouths. I felt his lips smile on mine. "No, not exactly pain, but if you're not planning to take this anywhere you might want to ease up." He chuckled. I smiled back and started stroking again. "Who want's to stop? I'd have to be an idiot to want to stop now. I mean I've got the sexiest man alive, practically naked and telling me he loves me. A girl would have to be stupid to..." I suddenly found myself on my back, Marty pressing my arms over my head his nose just inches from mine. "You talk too much." He growled, a teasing gleam in his eyes. His lips silenced anything I was about to say. The steady rain and our ragged breathing were the only sounds that were heard for several minutes. His chest hair was rubbing my nipples roughly causing delicious sparks to shoot through me. An errant thought flew through my mind, how had my bra come off? The thought was gone as soon as Marty's lips found my earlobe. I didn't know that was one of my erogenous zones, but my toes curled and I shuttered with pleasure. My hands roamed his strong back and I caressed down to his ass. I grunted irritably, "Why do you still have your pants on?" I tried to push them down but his full length was covering me and I couldn't push very far. Marty huffed a laugh, "I can remedy that." He was off of me in a flash pushing his pants off as fast as he could. My hands flew to my own and I struggled to push my jeans off. "Let me do that." he pushed my hands away and my pants were whipped off of me. He kneeled between my legs his arm propped up on the back of the sofa looking down at me. There we were looking at each other naked for the first time. I don't know what he was thinking in that moment but I could only stare in wonder. He was so beautiful. His face and chest were flushed with excitement, his hair tousled from my searching hands. His nipples were hard and showed through the crisp sprinkle of hair across his chest. I followed the line of hair down his hard stomach to the trail that led to his penis. I swallowed nervously. I realized I was staring at his hard penis rising from a light thatch of curly brown hair and I looked up to see that he was staring at me. His eyes wandered over my body with a look of ...what? Wonder? Hunger? Love? Lust? All of the above? Is that what was in my eyes as well? I certainly felt all those things, I just couldn't bring my self to think that he would think the same for my soft, roly poly body. "Lily." He whispered. "I want you." He gave me a questioning looking, giving me one last chance to stop this. I struggled with my response. I could have made some flip comment, or surprised him with a mushy poetic phrase but what came out surprised even me. "Love me." I said, my voice calm and sure. Relief, humor and mostly love shone from his face. He reached his hand out and gently placed it between my breasts. He held it there for a few moments feeling the pounding of my heart. Then he began sliding it down my stomach until he finally came to rest over the dark hair on my vulva. How he knew that this slow torture would set me on fire, I don't know, but I was sure I would burst into flames at any moment. His hand was trembling when he finally dragged his fingers lower, parting the soft lips and pressing two finger gently into the folds. His fingers were instantly coated with my juices. I had never been so wet and aroused. I could feel the liquid slipping out of me and dripping down to my ass. He pressed further until his fingers found my weeping hole and slid home. My back arched "Oh, god!" I gasped. "Marty!" I grabbed his wrist, I don't know if it was to stop him or help him, but I was already on edge and he was driving me wild. I managed to pull myself up and grasp his shoulder pulling him closer, "You can check the oil and kick the tires later! I want you now!" I was gasping and trembling on the brink. In seconds he was pressing me on my back again his whole body covering me. I felt the smooth head of this dick press open my labia and lodge in the opening. I wrapped my arms and legs around him our bodies pressed together as one being. He began sliding his hardness into me until it was seated deeply inside. He held there for a moment and waited as my body rippled with pleasure. I squeezed my vaginal muscles and flexed my abdomen, coaxing him to move with me. I needed him. I needed him to push and pull, hold me tighter, press into my body, kiss me, caress me and stare into my soul. I needed all that and I wanted to give all of that to him. All of that and more. I felt suspended in this moment. Every cell of my body felt everything and I was in heaven. Slowly all the tingling pleasure began to gather together and concentrate in my core, moving down to center where we were so intimately connected. I gasped and trembled as the intensity began to overwhelm me. My hands clenched and tried to pull him even closer, trying to fit myself into his skin. "Oh, god!" I panted. A moan escaped my lips as my orgasm engulfed me. I had never felt anything so intense. Marty held very still as I rode the tremulous waves that caused my back to arch and my core to clasp onto his penis like it would never let it go. I lost track of time and I may have blacked out for a brief second. My pulse was pounding in my head as I was finally able to open my eyes and found Marty staring down at me with a look of wonder and a little bit concern. I found my voice at last, "What the hell was that?" I panted and laughed at the same time, jolts of pleasure shocking my sensitive pussy causing small aftershocks to rumble through my body. "Wow." he breathed. "Are you alright?" I chuckled at his bemused expression, "More than alright, stud." I teased. I pulled his face back down to me, shooting my tongue out to lick his lips, "Are you going to finish what you started or did I scare you off?" I tightened my knees and flexed my pelvis trying to coax him to start moving again. He chuckled, "Yes, ma'am." He brought his lips firmly to mine and began moving in me again. He built back up to his previous rhythm. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. This is so perfect. You're amazing, love." He breathed in my ear. "I'm ...close, Lily." His motion began to falter and his forehead creased with effort. "Should I...?" "Hush, Love. Just let go." I encouraged him and clenched my muscles to help him tip over the edge. He took two maybe three more thrusts when his own orgasm over came him and his back arced over me. After a few moments he relaxed letting his weight fall on me gently, his face pressed into my neck, a sigh of contentment escaping his lips. "Lily." he whispered. Marty raised his head and we stared into each others eyes, contentment and love apparent in the look. \=========== Epilogue - 5 years later I stare out of the kitchen window at the pounding rain. I always remember that rainy afternoon that Marty and I first made love when the weather is like this. The happy memory brings a smile to my lips. Our relationship hasn't always been as idyllic as that long ago afternoon but having been friends for so long made the hard times easier. We've talked about marriage but neither of has felt that it's a priority for us. Neither of us have the drive to become parents and now that I'm well into my 40's it doesn't seem that I'll be following that path either. We got a dog that we named Peaches. She's become my constant companion when I'm in the studio. We nap together on the ratty old sofa, every now and again. Marty and I have tried making love on that lumpy couch but the bed is much more comfortable. About a year ago I lost a bunch of weight, but a year later, I've found most of it again. Marty doesn't seem to mind either way. I hear him coming in the front door. His steps are heavy from standing most of the day at the office and a half day in surgery. I would recognize his footsteps anywhere. "Hello, beautiful." He says coming through the kitchen archway. I can see his smiling face in the reflection of the darkening glass. *\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*Thanks everyone for waiting. Enjoy.\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\**

Title: How I Took Him to Bed in My Head Tags: mutual masturbation, female masturbation, male masturbation I stood before him, trembling and vulnerable, in the heat of his gaze. Seated in the chair facing my bed, he bade me with a nod, to strip for him, slow and languid. At first, my fine lace top, reaching down then pulling it over my head, only to discard it on the floor. He met my gaze, then allowed his eyes to traverse my body, a closed mouth smile of approval, the white lace bra, my now naked and lightly tanned midriff. Continue. I undid the belt around my hips, pulling it free of the loops of my jeans. He reached out his hand, a silent command to hand it to him, and he gestured me to turn and bend over. The belt slapped hard against my arse, a sting, that made my eyes water, just to remind me who was the master here. He then placed the belt beside him. Continue. I reached round to unclasp my bra and self-consciously let it too fall to the floor. My long nipples were erect, chilled by the suspense, their naked vulnerability. He gazed at them for some time, licking his lips; I read his mind, my pussy wet. His excitement, visible, his beautiful phallus butting hard up against the constraints of his pants and he reaches down to stroke it as he once again bides me. Continue. I unzip my hip hugging jeans, and wiggle free of them. His eyebrows arch in surprise, no panties! I am naked. Quivering in the cold and the heat of the moment. One hand on his cock, he gestures me to the bed. We know the rules of engagement in this game. He cannot touch me, I can't touch him. My back feels the cool of the satin sheets and I gaze down the length of my naked body, my legs, bent up, raised and parted frame him in my sight, looking at the most secret part of me, open only to him, as he unzips to release his huge potent manhood. I hug myself gently to begin, to acknowledge self, to know that I do this as much for the love of me, as I do for the lust of this beautiful exotic man. Gently my fingers run down my own arms, the skin soft beneath and then trail across my sensitive stomach, alternating finger tips, finger nails and I try to imagine them somehow larger, harder, "his hands", massaging my belly, one finger tip, an imagined tongue weaves circles around my belly button until it reaches the centre. Then up up the flat of palms to my breasts, my back involuntarily arching, my body greedy for the touch, I hold them one in each hand, feel their weight and then squeeze them, again the imagined tongue traces the circle of each moving in ever decreasing concentric circles, nipples demand attention. I lightly graze them, not enough! I squeeze them, not enough! I start to tug on them, imagining the force of his suckling, and I pull on them hard! In my head he is biting them, hard! Then mollifies them with the gentleness of lips, another "bite", another "kiss". My pussy stirs, hips lifting, and his gaze has not yet faltered, nor his own stroking of his now glistening member. And for a moment I pause to meet his eye, his desire palpable, golden sparks amongst the velvety brown. My hands, "His hands", trail slowly back down my torso to my upper thighs and then inward and upward. One finger "his tongue" traverses a line up the valley of my pussy, wet and damp and I bring it to my mouth, to languish in the taste of myself and I watch him lick his own lips, trying to imagine that taste of the essential me. So hungry he is, so desirous of that taste on his lips. The rhythm of his own self-love increases with his mounting desire. Gently I part my own lips to show him, how wet and swollen I truly am, so open for the wanting of him. I flicker my finger against my clit, again "his tongue", and my hips buck wanting more, wanting him, harder and deeper. Slow circles, massaging my clit harder and harder, faster and faster, with the other hand I slide my fingers into me, so wet so soft, I part one finger, now two, and I wish they were longer, thicker more like his own. I am only my clit. I am only the deep void. I reach now for the vibrator I had placed early in anticipation of this moment, when I am no longer enough for my own pleasure. I place its buzzing tip on my clit and tiny tremors spread outwards, each muscle vibrating to its tune. I press it harder and I groan, my desire for climax now audible and visible. I feel it building now and I am too far-gone in my self-reverie to stop it. And I throw myself onto my stomach, giving him the view of the rise and fall of my rounds buttocks. My lips wrap around the vibrator placed between my bed and my pussy and I imagine him on his back, me sliding my clit up and down the shaft of his beautiful throbbing cock, from base to the head where just the slightest movement, would impale me, then back down, each movement a little harder than the previous. Seconds away from crescendo and I mount my clit along the vibrators shaft one last time, I scream in my coming and at last allow myself to swallow the phallus deep within, the spasms gripping it hard in waves, it has entered me as I come, groaning, whimpering his name over and over in ecstasy.

Title: Pasture Pleasures by HolidayPup Tags: Bay, Blowjob, Canine, Equine, Feral, Gay, HolidayPup, Horse, Interspecies, M/M, Male, Neven, OC, Oral, Pasture pleasures, Stallion, Story, Theprodigy, Yiffy Neven couldn't help but wonder what it was like beyond the hayloft where he and his Mathair lived. He'd always been inquisitive as a pup and now that he was older, contrary to the predictions of all of the farm animals his yearning for knowledge and his adventurous spirit only grew along with him. Everyday found him in some kind of mischief that more often then not landed him in trouble with his elders. They would scold and punish him with lectures on why a well mannered young dog such as he shouldn't be into horseplay and dangerous shenanigans. That it wasn't fitting for Shelas' son. After a while he could practically quote all that they would spout at him while reprimanding, soon he could mimic line for line all of their doubts and warnings. He was a mutt he knew, not like the highborn Collies that herded the farmers' sheep or the Saint Bernards that were allowed to enter the house (which for most of the other animals was forbidden and regarded as a privilege for only the esteemed). Neven knew very little of his father, never having been able to weasel the truth from his mother or the others about his sire. From the bits and pieces of information that he had gathered over time he guessed that the dog that he would call his Athair had been bored as he was with the snooty and haughty attitudes on the farm, including that of Shela. At night he would lay awake and imagine his Athair being a lot like he himself was, craving adventure, new and interesting experiences outside of the dull life he had become accustomed to. Sometimes he'd prowl around at night under cover of darkness and spy on the other animals. Most of it was uninteresting but once in a while if he was lucky-he'd catch something of import among the daily drivel. One such night he'd been roaming around the chicken house and the pig pens when he had heard voices muffled at first, conversing in low undertones that sounded suspicious and spoken urgently as if the two conversing didn't want any chance of being overheard. Hunkering down behind the west end of the chicken house and creeping forward on paws that made not a sound Neven sniffed the air and raised his half mast ears forward, perking them so as to attain bits of what was being said. "I don't want him to go gallivanting off just like his father did! It's one thing to be curious and quite another to ask such a thing as where piglets come from!" With a shiver of recognition Neven placed his mother as the first speaker, her voice even in a whisper baring the same dignified air to it that he was so used to. "Furthermore..." she continued huffily, "I will not have anyone on this farm giving him ideas, egging him on or entertaining that he is to be anything but a faithful servant both to his betters and to our masters." "Understood Ms..." The other voice was one of the swines, Neven could tell by the lower voice and the oinking quality though he was at a loss in placing anything beyond that. Heart thumping against his chest in apprehension he kept listening, his instincts telling him that his patience would be rewarded. "Sooner or later though children grow. My piglets will soon have their own pens or be 'privileged' as food for our masters. Neven isn't a pup anymore from what I gather...if "He still is very young as well as my responsibility!" Shela spat. "Indeed...be that as it may though he will go wandering...and who knows, he may find more than you would deem appropriate." "If you mean that no good stallion Bay...then you're sadly mistaken! I've made it abundantly clear that Neven is to go nowhere near the pastures unless he wants to be in deep trouble. Neven will obey me..." "Yes Shela. And none of us will give him any reason not to. But you must understand that he will find his own way....." Long after sneaking away his thoughts were in a constant turmoil. He had never heard his mother so flustered at anyone else in a conversation. He had been positive that she talked of him when he wasn't around which was only in her nature but he had never known why he had been forbidden to wander that far from the barn and the loft until now. The question now however was who was Bay and more importantly why was it so important to his Mathair that he stay away from it? The pig had called Bay a stallion whatever that was..... He leapt up amid the bales that lined the wooden walls of the barn, each one raising a bit until he reached the loft. Circling around and flopping down with a soft grunt into his favorite spot by the open space he looked up into the sky, rolling on his back to get a clearer view of it. His eavesdropping had only confirmed how little he actually knew of the world and it's ways. He was bigger now, the sow had been right in stating that although he still felt like a pup. "Neven dear...are you awake?" It was his mother. Her paws upon the floor panels and her soft breath audible above the begun chirping of the crickets outside in the night. "Yes mother..." he murmured making sure to let a drowsy edge coat his voice. "It's late Neven and you should get as much rest as you can. Big day tomorrow" she whispered climbing up to the loft. "You need to be ready and at your full strength." "Yes mother" he answered. "Also when you wake make sure to give yourself a good through cleaning so that you don't look shoddy..." "Yes mother" "And practice keeping your head raised, no one ever respected a dog who slouched." "Yes mother...." "And Neven.... She went on and on remembering things for him to do the more she talked until he found himself answering her on autopilot, dutifully playing the obedient and respectful son until she drifted off. After what seemed an eternity he sighed at long last letting his thoughts return back to what he previously had been contemplating. She was right of course, tomorrow would be a big day for him-but not in the same way that she expected. Oh no. Tomorrow he would make sure to wake earlier then usual, clean himself, and stride out for the whole world to see as she had mentioned though it wouldn't be for the farm. He would be heading out in search of Bay and the answers to his questions...for once sating his curiosity instead of keeping it check. Sunshine spilled over his fur, gently warming him and warning him of the new day. Neven yawned, spreading his jaws and running his tongue along his teeth as he allowed himself a nice albeit much needed stretch that resulted in a few of his joints popping. Sighing he rolled his shoulders and stood slowly giving himself a shake....and then he froze. His plan! Slowly he turned, dreading that he'd messed up and woken Shela. A rustle, a twitch....was she....? He gulped noting that she was still asleep, still dreaming. A paw step...then another....waiting, listening to her in taking air and then exhaling softly past her teeth, ears flicking every so often when he moved until at last he couldn't stand it any longer. Without a second thought he leapt for the ground, bolting out into the clear morning air, past the doors of the barn, past the chicken house and the pigpens. Then finally past the old oak that marked the farthest he'd ever been from home! Heart racing, lungs on fire, paws soaring over the ground as behind him the rooster crowed again, sounding off a morning bugle, a bellow that Neven was sure would rouse Shela from her slumber. Laughing aloud and whooping he pictured her frantically looking for him, her haughty stuck-up boring well to do friends all telling her the same thing- that they hadn't seen her son! The young dog tasted victory like never before and something else that caused him the greatest happiness that he had ever experienced in all of his young life. It was pure and complete freedom! His life was his own as were his choices! Relishing this exciting new lease on life his ears picked up birdsong and the gentle buzzing of lazy gadflies as they hovered along a steady Westerly breeze. The ground was soft and giving underpaw, still glistening with morning dew after the mild rainstorm of the previous day. He was alive and this was his day to live! His day to explore! Soon the ground sloped upward, taking him off guard momentarily but only adding to the fun of his gamboling as he crested it before rolling down upon the other side. After a time it became mostly hills that sloped upon the land like undulating waves or ripples in a pond. Neven had reached a bit of the farm that was all hillocks with high plateaus that grew upward out of small valleys. Picking out his way among them was challenging although he chose his path through them quite easily enough. However, after a while he'd sit panting to catch his breath at having scaled a particularly high hill or sometimes when he reached the bottom of one. This altogether gave the young dog great opportunities to study his surroundings and enjoy looking at the world in a completely different way. It was so huge, so much bigger then his old home, his old life near the barn and in the hayloft that a bit of apprehension clawed at his stomach for the first time. Had he been right to run off and do this? Would he be safe? Would something happen to him? In truth deep down inside of him one of the only things that kept him going was that he kept telling himself that someday soon he would go back. That very soon-after he found Bay of course and talked to him- that he would return home to his mother and the other animals. He didn't know when he would but that didn't really matter. For now he loved just being able to be himself and not have to worry about being scolded for something he'd forgotten to do. Finally he could slouch as little or as much as he liked. If he had an itch he could hike up a hind leg and take care of it without having to contemplate whether it was rude or not or if anyone was watching. For now he would enjoy the journey wherever it might led him. An hour before noon the hills gave way to a flat expanse of land, open and dotted here and there with disconnected black taxis walls, the mortar less iron and stone gleaming a dull grey in the overcast sunlight. Dim silver skies shone down on huge and altogether strange creatures mulling about and nibbling on scattered hay and the odd patch of green. He assumed that they were the horses that his mother and the others sometimes talked about though he was unaccustomed to seeing beasts so imposing and strong. Yet the magnificence of their size and strength was matched somehow by their elegance. They moved fluidly enough, manes tossed about by the wind and tails flicking back and forth much like his own did, although theirs were loose and not so much a muscle as much as hair. They were different colors as well, one completely black, another a whitish gray, one golden... Fear coursed through him momentarily as for the first time he began thinking of how a dog like himself should best approach a horse. One false move and he could easily be crushed by hooves. Doing so slowly however might alarm one or all of them, or cast his character into question. Puzzling over it further he decided he would need time to watch them and grow accustomed to how they moved and interacted with each other before he attempted introducing himself and finding Bay. Sniffing around he soon caught the scent of a stream somewhere nearby though it seemed to be coming from somewhere in the valley. Slowly watching the equines he cut down the right side of the hill he stood on, then he ducked behind one of the walls making sure to keep low as he headed South to where the smell had originated. He could see as well as hear it now, trickling softly although it's pebbled path. For the most part it was clean and when bent to taste it he found it wild and tangy, somehow different from the water that he was used to. Soon he was lapping it up with abandon, thick tail wagging behind him as he scooped more and more down his gullet. "And...just who might you be?" The voice came out of nowhere and Neven was startled enough that it took him a moment to work out that it had come from behind him. Stumbling he spun round, his ears pinned to his head in slight submission and slight agitation. That voice which was quite deep and low belong to a horse, though it was one that he hadn't spotted before. It's pink and white snout blew hot breath in his face and two startling blue eyes stared right back into his. They were icy and brilliant, causing a chill to run down Nevens' spine. The horse was male, a stallion...perhaps some years older then his prime though still very impressive. His pelt was dappled, some bits of it brown while small patches of it where a rich crème color. A long white mane spilled down between his almond shaped eyes, matching his tail which stood ridged, which Neven took to mean that the creature felt challenged or at least for now aired on the side of caution until he himself proved to the horse that he meant no harm. "Who are you young fellow? Are you going to keep me waiting for an answer for the rest of the day?" he neighed shaking his head and raising an eyebrow. "No sir....that is...I mean I'm Neven..."Neven said deciding that it would be best if he kept his tail low for the time being. "And I by no means meant to trespass upon your land." "I don't believe you did Neven. Well met, though I must then ask why you are here? What business do you have here?" Gathering his courage the young dog abruptly sat on his haunches letting a friendly smile adorn his face. "Good horse I'm looking for one that's called Bay. Is he around? Might you introduce him to me?" The stallion whickered softly, drawing back and studying the young pup for a moment. Finally he replied; "You've found him Neven. I'm Bay." "Very pleased to meet you!" Neven yipped happily. Inwardly he sighed with relief. What a stroke of luck that he'd found the horse so easily! "But what do you want of me pup? Why come all the way out here just to find me" Bay asked stomping a hoof down. "You've the scent of barn on you...." "I came because I wanted to ask about my father, wanted to know if you knew him?" Bay was silent and thoughtful as if his mind had been stirred by a bunch of memories long forgotten, churned up into a small flicker of happiness. It was almost as if he wasn't sure if his guess was on target with some hope that could be shattered at any given moment. "What is your mothers' name Neven?"he nickered softly. "Shela." "Hahhh! I knew it!" The stallions' exclamation came out of nowhere causing the young mutts ears to jump, his body crouched low. "Knew what?" "That you were Shelas' son! Also and far more importantly means that you're Tuckers' son as well!" "So Tucker is my Athair?" "Yes Neven he is your father...." Bay snorted impatiently. "I should've known! That pink around your black nose, those ears and that lopsided gate you have when you walk....not to mention your eyes....all classic Tucker." "Really?" Wagging his tail Neven could hardly suppress his excitement. Finally he had found someone willing to speak freely and openly about his father! "Of course kid! I should've recognized it right away!" Before he could start asking his questions however Bay halted him with a loud whinny and a shake of his head, his bangs slapping gently along the bridge of his long face. "However...before you start bombarding me with your curiosity come...let's walk for a while and I'll tell you all that I know. I think better on my hooves in any event." With that he trotted off, Neven padding after him at a steady lope, the two of them enthralled, the horse in recounting all he knew and the dog drinking in every word. Some years back Tucker had according to Bay wandered onto the farm, needing shelter and a place to stay. He had been a wily canine with a devious streak that steamed from his wandering ways and his worldly attitude. "He had a heart of gold that 'un! Could cheer up anyone with his antics and charming demeanor" the horse assured. All of the animals had loved him, Shela back then young and completely taken with Tucker. Then came the day where the open road called and he had left, abandoning Shela to rear the pups in her belly on her own. "I miss all of the times that he would spend in the fields with me, romping round-spending all day long in the pasture with me and the others! Course me and him were the best of friends!" "Wow! I mean, I can understand why my mother might've been angry with him for leaving her...but I still wish I could've met him" Neven growled in almost a whisper. "As do I." Their conversation ebbing away into thoughts, memories and imagination they picked a spot to settled down and rest, Bay eating the tender and deep undisturbed grass of the deep pasture and Neven opting to lay his back against one of the black taxis stone walls. Every now and then when he wasn't lost in though he would huff and shift his position due to the sprouts of grass and stems of weed matter growing out of the wall. "Comfortable?" Bay raised his head, his muzzle filled with foliage, a toothy grin of amusement adorning his face as he watched the young dog. "I'm fine Bay....just wasn't aware that these walls would be like this.... I wonder if Tucker ever made the mistake of laying like this with so many weeds poking his back?" "You can bet your kibble that he did" Bay answered matter of factly. "And I'd always tease him...." The horse went back to his munching and Neven almost was about to let the conversation die again when Bay's ears perked up and another sort of smile drew itself along his mouth. It looked hungry and very different, unlike any expression he had seen before and when next the stallion spoke his voice which was already low and guttural had taken on a hint of mischief. "There is one more thing that I remember about your father Neven..." "What is it?"Neven yipped wondering at the change that had come over his newfound friend. "I...had forgotten that he made me promise that if indeed I ever was to meet you-his son- that he wanted me to impart a gift to you..." Cocking his head to one side the young dog stared quizzically at the horse. "What d'ya mean? Did he leave something behind for me?" "In a manner of speaking he did...something that he wanted me to impart to you if and when you chose to find out more about him." The horse had moved closer and closer to Neven until he was standing a few paw lengths away, looking down at the pup. "Do you trust me Neven....?" "Um....yeah, I think I do Bay..." The young dog couldn't understand why the horse would all of a sudden ask something like that. It made him feel confused. Of course he trusted the stallion! He'd been the only one to come forward about Nevens' father and tell him the truth. "Of course I do" he reaffirmed. "Why?" "This may seem and feel weird at first but I promise you...you'll enjoy it..." "Bay? What will feel weird? Wha..... It was then that the stallion bent his head down, bringing his soft cool nose up against Nevens' inner thigh, his hot breath warming the tender pink skin along the young dogs belly. He gulped and looked into those two deep blue eyes and gave the horse a sheepish and dumbfounded grin. "Bay....what are you doing?" No answer but warm breath and then to his utter dismay and complete surprise he felt something wet and strong licking at the brim of his sheath. Yipping in shock he nearly balked until he once again looked into those eyes, Bay's question once again playing in his mind; "Do you trust me?" By now his body was acting in completely alien ways that he hadn't known it could. It was as if a wave of physical gratification had crashed over his body and was wringing out his resistance. He chanced a glance down and saw his cock, red and pulsing on Bays' tongue. The horse licked him along it's tapered tip and he whined as he squirted precum inside of the horses mouth. The noise was audible and thick, the stallions slurping and the sticky mix of scents, saliva and pre fluids.... "You look like you're in heaven and like you're clueless as to why" Bay nickered casually giving him a wink. "Ooohhhh! What was that!? T...those....feelings?" he stammered, some of his own drool spilling down his muzzle. Chuckling good-naturedly Bay leaned down so that his forelegs were bent slightly and so that he was practically nuzzling the dogs' red bone. Every touch made Neven shiver and whimper, his hips humping upward in some primal urge to push his penis against Bays' warm face. "Those feelings are possible because of this delightful bit of you Neven" Bay said slyly. "It has the ability to bring you pleasure...especially when someone else tends to it like I am." "Whoa....so...so...could you do more?" Barely able to manage talking, Neven gritted his teeth as Bay took his cock into his mouth. The red spear bobbed desperately caught between the blunted edges of the stallions upper teeth and his soft wet equine tongue. Tilting Nevens' cock sideways with his muzzle Bay attempted to speak around his charge, smiling seductively as if urging on a pupil with devilish approval. "That nub at the bottom of your cock means that you're about to experience what your father intended you to soon. Are you ready for more young stud?" Eagerly Neven smiled back relishing for some unknown reason to him the feeling as well as the visual of having his penis lodged in Bays' mouth. It was overall a naughty surprise that thrilled him and he nodded in agreement. He loved the feelings this was sending through his body. Barring none it ranked as one of the best experiences of his young life! Tongue sticking out between his front teeth, legs spread to give the horse perfect access and forepaws resting upon his chest Neven barked ; "Don't stop Bay! Please.....please keep going!" Then time stood still as they looked at each other, equine and canine, young and experienced, horse and dog and then with loud and sloppy lick Bay took Nevens' cock knot and all into his long mouth, the last bit of it visible before it disappear the pink veiny tip weeping clear tears of pleasure. It happened so fast that the young dog barely had time to register what had happened before he was yelping and bucking into that heavenly orifice. He twitched inside of Bay and the horse neighed, the vibrations driving him crazy. Neven could feel something building up in his abdomen, something between his legs, a power that was in and of itself the very essence of being male. The feeling was mind crushing, absorbing all other thoughts and feelings, devouring them all and remaining behind, nearly unbearable in their place. His lower body shook visibly and he growled, flashing his friend a pleading look. It somehow felt too amazing, too good! It had to....had to be.... Bay started sucking, his massive white lips forming a tight O around the very bulb that the horse had mentioned before. Neven was on fire! His cock convulsed inside of his friends mouth and he howled out as his very first orgasm hit his world full tilt and incredible. He gasped, shivered and writhed forced to hug Bays' face to him as pure bliss rocked him and his balls emptied their load. "Ohhhhh Bay....Ooohhhhhhh BAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!" For a few moments he continued to pulse and throb, shake and moan until slowly the feeling began to ebb from him like the tide of an ocean rolling back gradually. The stallion for his part watched the canine with a tender almost fatherly air, his long muscled face blissful as he pulled off of that cock, puppy batter falling from his lips in long stings that pooled along Neven's sheath and balls and tail. For about an hour they stayed like that, comfort and peace theirs as they waited out the rest of the afternoon, relaxing together. Breaking the silence wasn't easy but after a time when the young dog had found his voice he whispered softly. "So my dad wanted me to be a naughty dog? Is that what that...that...'gift' meant?" The stallion shook his head. "No Neven. It was meant for you as a message to have fun and enjoy life. Shela has no doubt said that to be such is to be less. Living up to others expectations of us is never living but a form of death that only expands until we forget who we are" the horse stated. "It is only when we are open in heart and mind that we experience life in it's fullest and most rewarding way...." Thinking on it the pup grinned and winked. "Well" he yipped, "if that is a taste of the rewarding way of life then count me in!" They both shared a laugh together at that until Neven checked himself. His mother! "Speaking of which I probably need to get home to my mother! She'll be worried......" he added lamely. "I need some time to think about what you've said Bay." "I understand" Bay said giving himself a shake though Neven thought that the horse looked disappointed. "I will come back though my friend. I promise. I want to hear more about my Athair and learn more about.....the rewarding way of thinking..." "Aye...agreed Neven. But come back soon." Neven had already started to pad through the pasture, back the way that they both had come. "I will!" he called back over his shoulder. "Thanks Bay for everything!" He had so much to think about that his head was spinning. Part of him wanted to do as his father did, spend all day long in the pastures and maybe just maybe explore the world beyond the farm, but there was still that nagging doubt. Still a bit of him that would always be Shelas' son. No matter what happened however, he knew that he would be paying his friend Bay more visits in future. And he hoped that they both would enjoyed more exciting experiences like this one! As Bay watched the young mutt swagger off he sighed and tossed his head, thinking back on his friend Tucker. Then he watched the young dog, another sly smile gracing his lips for the second time that day. "A chip off the o'clock that one. You would be proud my old friend....indeed, I think you would be proud......"

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(rating may or may not be entirely accurate) Total feature running time: 03hr01min35sec09ms "Project Valiant: Tape One" Running time: 01hr31min12sec56ms Filmed: 04/06/02 \~ \~ 00hr:00min:23sec:01ms \~ \~ Timestamp: 00hr:00min:23sec:01ms Datestamp: 04/06/02 [\*] PLAY When he came to, darkness surrounded him. He pushed his hands out in front of him, but saw nothing. The wind whistled through some unseen cracks in the room and resonated around his confused ears. The wolf tried to remember his name, but was quite unable to. He reached out further, then realized he was in a kneeling position on a cold steel floor, his tail was crushed under him. The air suddenly felt very cold, but far from being bone-chillingly frigid. His arms suddenly came to a stop as he realized that chains were attached to his wrists, digging into his fur. Sensations rocketed through his body. He was still clothed, shoes and all. His business suit clung to his chest damply, probably from sweat. His mind raced in sudden fear. How did I get here? What am I doing here? Who am I? Who's holding me here? Where is here? Suddenly he felt his sanity snap and he just screamed in terror. The fear of the unknown and the terror of simply being chained in the dark like a deranged madman drove him into shivers and convulsions. "SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME! HELP! SOMEONE! HELP!" The wolf gasped as he felt saliva running down his muzzle from his fear and sudden will to scream. "LET ME GO! PLEASE! HELP!" He gasped and swallowed. Hard. He felt lightheaded. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! That sick fuck poisoned me! His face flushed and he felt even more lightheaded. His world swam in a flurry of television snow. Blackness met his eyes and he fell to the metal floor of his cell as he blacked out in shock. \~ \~ 00hr:07min:12sec:09ms \~ \~ When he came to it was still dark. Hours or simply seconds could have just passed from his stress-induced blackout. The smell surrounding him was nauseating. The stench of vomit and piss crept into his lungs as he tried not to hyperventilate. Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm. He chanted to himself silently. His mind slowly came down from his flight or fight response and he began to assess his situation. He shouldn't scream. He had seen enough horror movies and news stories about serial killers that he knew the first thing that the person holding him here didn't want was people coming to his rescue. The chains on his wrists proved that the killer... ...wait. Was he a killer? For that matter, was he even a single entity? He could be lying on the floor of a foreign secret prison for all he knew. He shook his head as he rubbed his temples, the chains on his wrists not proving to help his state of mind any as he tried to remember a single fact about the past day. Hell, about the past month in general. He couldn't remember anything past the point of returning home from his dead-end job at the marketing department of a poster company. Fuck! He cursed mentally. What day was that...? September, October, November, December, January, February. That's it. February something. He had been working in the marketing area for about six months now, that much was certain in this room. Now for my name. Fuck! Started with a J. I know that. Someone at that office I work for called me J-something before I left. How the hell did I forget my own fucking name?? J tugged on his chains to test their bounds. He was held fast. He reached down to his feet and also found them latched to rings in the floor. Whoever had him here didn't want him to leave. The darkness dug at his eyes as his retinas struggled for something, anything, to focus on. He blinked hard. Oh shit! Maybe I've gone blind! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! He rubbed his hands over his eyes, as if somehow wondering if that might stimulate them back into seeing images. Darkness once again met his gaze His fear over losing his eyesight soon turned to rage. Whoever did this to me will pay! They'll fucking pay! I'll cut out your fucking eyes and piss into your skull shitbag! You motherfucking shit! You asshole...fucking...fuck! He suddenly broke into the tears he couldn't see. How the hell am I supposed to kill someone I can't even see? A sharp sound brought his attention in front of him. A clang of metal against metal and suddenly his room was filled with blinding light as a heavy steel door was slowly opened in front of him. He moved forward, pressing himself to his knees and shielding his eyes from the almost sun-like glare of the incandescent lights outside his cell. He heard the door stop moving as it swung open, some sort of invisible locks clicking noisily into place before the faint sound of someone's footsteps disappeared into the buzz of the artificial light and air conditioning system. So I'm not blind. He thought to himself as he slowly moved his paw away, adjusting to the light. Suddenly a thought raced through his mind. He had to stop whoever just ran away! "Hey! HEY! COME BACK! HELP! HELP ME! FOR FUCK'S SAKE, HELP ME!" He screamed shrilly, his voice echoing off the metal walls. No sound came back. The footsteps completely disappeared and he was alone again. J shifted his weight, finding his restraints a little less limiting than before. He looked down, finding rusted metal locks around his wrists and ankles, not unlike those used over two hundred years ago in slave trade boats. Heavy chains were attached to them, but not attached to anything anymore. The rings that secured him to the floor had disappeared and he was free to move about. He stood up slowly, examining the room as best he could with the slight light he received from the flickering greenish light outside his cell. Nothing was unusual about the room. No doors or objects on the floor of use. He slowly made his way out of the cell and into the hallway, staying quiet now, lest he upset those who had just set him free. Anything was better than being alone in the dark in that cell. The chains around his wrists and ankles clanked noisily on the floor and against each other as he moved. J winced with each new echo as the chain resonated through the hall. Other cells with doors just like his lined the diamond plated hallway. Not a single one had a window. He randomly tried a door, but found it shut tightly. It didn't budge an inch. Probably electronically locked, like in maximum security prisons. He reasoned before he crept onward, inch by slow inch. The buzzing and flickering light overhead didn't help his state. His heart raced and thumped noisily in his chest as his eyes raced circles around the hallway, always looking behind him to see if anyone was following. He heard nor saw anything. A flicker of hope still burned in him. Maybe someone had set him free. Maybe all he had to do was find the emergency exit and run for freedom! J's heart thumped a little softer at the thought. But first he had to find his way out of his "prison block". \~ \~ 00hr:09min:57sec:30ms \~ \~ J kept his body pressed close to the wall, feeling a little safer as his profile was reduced somewhat. The greenish fluorescent lights above him were protected by metal cages and the rank of mildew and stagnant water met his nose. He stopped in the shadows where a light had broken overhead and quickly began to rummage through his pockets, trying to find something of use for him in the maze. Maybe he would find his cell or his pocketknife. His hands came up. He was missing his phone and knife, but he did find a key that he knew he had never seen before in his life. It was etched with a Russian symbol for the number five. Suddenly his mind reeled and he rubbed his eyes in shock. How the hell did he know Russian? He couldn't recall any of the language and couldn't speak it as far as he knew, but he somehow knew it! J felt around his body, trying to find anything else of use when he heard a door open and shut in the distance. He momentarily considered calling out in desperation, but fear silenced his voice. If it was the killer, he had to stay quiet. Maybe he didn't know he had left his cell yet. Heavy booted footfalls began to echo down the metal hallways of the maze. The sounds were getting closer. J panicked and looked around his environment for some kind of makeshift weapon. He crawled around on his hands and knees frantically feeling in the darkness. His hands bumped into something blunt and he brought the object into the ambient light from down the hall. It was a triangle of steel, roughly cut from some unseen wall. It was good enough. It had a mildly pointed end and would serve him well if need be. He held the weapon above his head, his hands shaking in fear as the boots came closer. He soon judged his assailant to be about twenty feet from him, in the next room. He heard a muttered curse. The man was speaking Russian. J blinked hard. Now he understood the language perfectly. Years of language training in some university in the US flooded back into his brain. He frantically searched his thoughts for anything else that might give him a clue as to how he ended up here, but came up with an absolute blank again. "Mother of god, why does everything have to break here? If those researchers don't get their ass in gear and get me some more light bulbs instead of syringes I'm gonna kill them myself." The booted man grumbled. Some sounds came to J's ears. Apparently the man was shuffling something from his body, his clothes echoing sound. He must be wearing canvas-like materials. "This is four. Another bulb broken by cellblock post. Try and find me a bulb will ya?" The man said overtly into an unseen radio. Static came back before a reply. "Got it four. We'll find one soon. Out." The man sighed deeply and clicked on his radio again. "Fine, I'm heading-" He let go of his radio as the sounds of claws on steel came down the hall. J shuddered and shrunk further against the wall, curling into a ball. Fuck! Fuck Fuck! They have dogs! I'm dead! They're gonna smell me! I'm dead FUCK! He thought to himself, holding the steel like a security blanket. But instead of hearing the whimpers and sniffling of dogs, he heard the security guard suddenly screaming into his radio. An unsnapping of a button echoed down to J's ears and suddenly gunshots began to ring out, their angry roaring making J's ears almost bleed in pain. "OH SHIT! THEY'RE HERE! MOTHERFUCKERS SOMEHOW GOT OUT!" The guard screamed into his radio before he dropped it to steady his pistol. He angrily fired at the unseen foe. J stopped counting after five shots. He just plugged his ears and waited for the animals to finish off the guard and come for him. The tearing of flesh and bone still filtered in through his plugged fingers, along with the death cries of the guard. J whimpered softly, tears streaming down his cheeks. He kept watching the hallway in front of him, wondering when the animals would smell him. But soon only the sound of a body being moved haphazardly were coming from the next room. The sound slowly faded away and left J with nothing. He heard a door being shut in the distance and the claws left his hearing. He carefully peered into the next room where the fight had taken place and almost vomited. There in the middle of the poorly lit lobby was the radio. The red LED light was still on, meaning it still had power, but it was spattered with fresh blood. The walls and ceiling were dripping with pieces of the dead guard and a skull fragment was leaning against the radio itself. J looked around the room in a panic, hoping that all the animals had left. Nothing was left except fragments of the dead guard, pieces of fur and bone lay. He quickly made his way into the room, stepping lightly lest he attract the beasts again. He steeled his will and snatched up the radio, finding a earpiece attached to it that he quickly put into his left ear. "Four? Four are you there? Answer me. Four? Hello?" A crackling voice said over the static and noise. J wasn't stupid enough to respond. He just needed to know what the guards were up to so he could avoid them. He trudged on, slowly. Never making a single decibel of noise. \~ \~ 00hr:24min:01sec:97ms \~ \~ J stopped and rested against the wall, panting heavily. The stress of this place was beginning to wear on him. He couldn't imagine how he'd make it through another ten minutes much less a few days trying to find his way out of here. It felt like he had walked a million miles and all in circles. As he walked he came across more evidence of the wild animals' work. Blood spatters decorated the wall, some of them fresh, but quite a few had dried out completely, turning dark brown and black. J stopped in the shadows of yet another "lobby". Across from him a blank guard room was situated. A large window of security glass was positioned to the left of a heavy looking metal door. Hope failed him on entering the room since some kind of security card device was built into the door itself. He looked through the window like a starving man on a grocery store. A shotgun laid on the table, ready for the taking, a box of ammunition beside it. A mostly empty first aid kit was recessed into the wall and a set of guard uniforms were folded neatly under the desk. J rubbed his sore and scraped arms, trying to warm himself up a little. This maze was probably kept at a steady 60-some degrees. He tried the door once again, first trying to find a keyhole then just shaking the handle angrily as he jammed his metal shard into the crack of the door frame, trying to somehow pry it open. The door didn't budge an inch. He sighed and backed away longingly, staring at the shotgun through the window for a few moments before moving on. He leaned around the corner to look down a fifty metre hallway, two tiny fluorescent bar lights illuminating the entire way. He pushed the tiny key back into his coat pocket as his ears flicked upwards, panting heavily as he examined the shadows, the steel shard clenched tightly in his paws. Finding nothing of interest he made his way forward down the hall, trying to silence the chains around his wrists and ankles as he walked. Droplets of fresh blood led the way like Hansel and Gretel's famous bread crumbs. J followed along, his eyes panicked and his breathing tremulous. A steel door was built into the left wall at the end of the hall. J looked around quickly, finding that due to the poor lighting and the swing direction of the door, he could easily hide in the shadows and still come up behind anyone who came through. He looked down, trying to make out the trail of blood. It stopped at the door, a faded bloody handprint on the bar handle. Spatters of more blood were at the base of the doorway, but nothing else, meaning that whoever came this way was still alive when they went through the door. J stood in the shadows behind the hinges of the door and grasped the handle, swinging it open so whoever was inside wouldn't see him. He crouched down and looked around the corner carefully and cautiously. Another cell block was inside, about ten doors on each side. The lighting here was excellent, unfortunately for the wolf, but he had to trudge on before someone found him. He quickly rounded the doorway and ran into the cellblock, trying a few doors and finding them all equally locked. He sprinted as fast as his canine legs would take him forward, finding another hallway, this one leading to the right. There were no lights here, but it was no hiding spot. His ears twitched as he could hear booted footfalls coming behind him. Oh shit! The door! It's still open! FUCK! He mentally screamed at himself as he ran for his life, his chains sounding like gongs were attached to his feet as they angrily slammed into the diamond-cut steel. Suddenly he heard a voice on his radio and the footfalls became hurried. "This is seven, I'm tracking a target. He's in cellblock five and sounds like an inmate. Permission to engage?" There was a moment of silence on the radio, enough for J to finally find a spot to hide. Near another guard post there was a row of lockers next to a door labeled "C5 Shower Area". One of the lockers was open. J began to step up into the locker before he ran down the hall instead, quickly opening the door to the shower area before he ran back, quickly squeezing inside the tiny space and shutting the door, looking out through the vent for his pursuer. "Permission granted seven. Intercept and neutralize, deadly force granted." Came a very feminine voice over his headset. J gulped as he tried not to move in his locker, lest his chains hit the sides of the locker and give away his position. He heard the booted guard coming around the corner of the cellblock and a hammer of a gun being pulled back. He listened intently on his radio, fearing that reinforcements would arrive for the booted figure. Within moments J suddenly saw a set of horns appear in front of his locker. His heartbeat raced and he struggled to breath, but the horns were pointing perpendicular to him at the shower door. J looked closely at his attacker, finding him to be a slightly emaciated bull, but his muscle tone taken care of. The bull wore a blue uniform, the symbol of three interlocking triangles patched on the sleeve of his shirt. A light utility belt was around his waist, with extra pockets for pistol clips and a holster for his handgun. He was probably a runner, but not a fighter. J smiled slightly and gripped the metal shard confidently. If need be, he knew that he could easily overpower the bull. The guard looked around suspiciously before he came on the open door to the shower area. J saw the smug smile on his face as he leveled his pistol and began to walk towards the open door. J grinned and before the bull could take another step, threw the door open to his locker and sprung on the guard. The bull looked back with panic in his eyes and tried to bring his pistol back around to point at J. The wolf however was too close for any movement. J literally fell on top of his foe, steel shard in hand, knocking the gun out of "Seven's" hands. J grunted and threw his fists in a fury into Seven's face. He gripped the steel tightly and began to wail on the bull's face and muzzle, the extremely dull point bruising and breaking the skin of the bull's face everywhere it fell. After the first blow hit him, Seven simply tried to curl up into a ball, trying to avoid the blows and screamed for mercy. J howled with fury and continued to assault the bull, crashing his metal chunk through the broken fingers of the guard and into his skull. He jammed the metal shard through the bull's eye sockets angrily, feeling blood flow and spurt as he messily gouged out his eyes. J continued to beat the bull until Seven's hands fell uselessly to his sides, messy compound fractures sticking out of his flesh and his muscles twitching in the aftershocks of the brutal attack. J hit the bull one last time, crushing his face in until he was unrecognizable. J felt his neck and found no pulse and he leaned back, shocked at what he had just done. He looked down at his hands, his gray fur now soaked in the blood of his enemy. Fragments of skull and brain matter were stuck between his fingers and he quickly wiped his paws on his pants. He almost yelped in surprise when his radio earpiece came back to life. "Seven, report." The obviously female voice asked on the radio. She was hailing all radio channels at once to get a response. "Have you found him yet? Seven?" J wanted so badly to retaliate. Yes, he fucking found me! But now his jaw is laying under the table, so he can't answer right now. J growled in fury. He wanted to badly to kill whoever put him here. He quickly scrambled over to the pistol and laid it next to the lockers as he hurriedly searched the guard, finding a set of keys, bullets and a few other assorted documents. J opened up the wallet and found a magnetized keycard and his heart raced with joy. Maybe it would open the guard post and he could get at the shotgun. He dropped everything into every pocket he could find on himself and grunted as he lifted up the dead bull, his stomach churning as he felt a warm spray of blood on his back as he pushed the guard into the locker. J slammed the door shut and blocked the door with a pen he had found on number seven. The door bulged, but didn't fall open. J quickly turned around, picking up his pistol and dashing for the guard room, keycard held in his teeth and gun at ready. "Seven? Seven! Report." J smiled. His hope came aflame again. I'm going to get out of here! I just know it! \~ \~ 00hr:41min:12sec:03ms \~ \~ LOGIN: A\_SHULPES PASS: \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* VERIFICATION: \*\*\*\* AUTHORIZATION: \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*-\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* TIMESTAMP: 00:41:12:03, USER A\_SHULPES LOGGED IN, APPROVED BY X\_MALEH REMEMBER! DETAIL IS KEY! ALL WORK AREAS MUST BE IMPECCABLY CLEANED AND PREPARED BEFORE SUBJECTS ARRIVE! A\_SHULPES \> ./STUDY/VIDEO\_AR/JRD/XXA/000000-004999/ A\_SHULPES \> LIS A\_SHULPES \> 000000-000499.XXA 000500-000999.XXA 001000-001499.XXA 001500-001999.XXA 002000-002499.XXA 002500-002999.XXA 003000-003499.XXA 003500-003999.XXA 7 FILES (1 HIDDEN) A\_SHULPES \> R\_XXA 003500-003999.XXA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . R\_XXA - ARCHIVE ANALYZED. PROCESS TIME: 02 SECS 91 MS WHITE FLAGS: 0 RED FLAG EVENTS: 4 BLACK FLAGS: 0 CAUTIONS: 1 CAUTION! RED FLAGS EXCEED ACCEPTABLE LEVELS! DETAILS: RED FLAG1: LURING (003509) RED FLAG2: PHYSICAL ATTACK (003617) RED FLAG3: VIOLENT AGGRESSION/BODY DISFIGUREMENT (003733) RED FLAG4: CONCEALMENT OF A BODY (003986) SEND REPORT TO X\_MALEH? Y COMMENT? Y COMMENT: MR MALEH, JRD HAS ATTACKED AND KILLED A MAZE GUARD. HIS BODY IS HIDDEN IN A LOCKER NEAR C5 SHOWER BLOCK. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT THE BODY? . . REPORT SENT ^X A\_SHULPES \> MAIL NEW EMAIL RECEIVED. OPEN NOW? Y --- FR: X\_MALEH TO: A\_SHULPES SUB: 003000-003499.XXA REPORT YOU WERE WISE TO BRING THIS TO MY ATTENTION SHULPES. HOWEVER, THE PROGRAM WILL CONTINUE UNABTED, DESPITE THE VIOLENT NATURE OF OUR TEST SUBJECT. HIS RATIONALE IS PERFECT, THOUGH BRUTAL. LEAVE THE BODY WHERE IT IS. IT COULD PROVE TO BE A USEFUL TOOL IN THE NEAR FUTURE. FORWARD THIS REPORT AND MY EMAIL TO PLANNING, LET THEM DEAL WITH THE BODY. \-X\_MALEH PROJECT VALIANT\_JRD --- MAIL\_A\_SHULPES \> FWD \*.CURRENT \~PLANNING . . MAIL FORWARDED. [NEW EMAIL RECIEVED, AUTHOR: AUTOSYS\_PLANNING] ^X A\_SHULPES \> LOGOUT TIMESTAMP: 00:46:97:22, USER A\_SHULPES LOGGED OUT \~ \~ 00hr:46min:97sec:22ms \~ \~ J hadn't slept in days. He knew that now. He leaned heavily against the frame of the guard room door, the magnetic keycard held weakly in his left paw as he groaned. Bearly able to keep his eyes open from the sudden exhaustion he felt. Maybe it was just the shock of having just killed someone. Maybe his psyche was revolting against him for the brutal murder. He groaned again and slipped the card through the magnetic slot, hearing a click and beep somewhere beyond the cotton stuck in his head. He grasped the handle and hauled the suddenly massive door open, using his foot to close it again. He had the sense of mind to flick off the light before he fell onto the cold steel floor, passing out. \~ \~ 00hr:47min:13sec:21ms - 01hr:11min:56sec:01ms \~ \~ The wolf laughed happily as he suddenly found himself back in the club. He grinned and tilted his beer back, chugging half the bottle in one go. He giggled giddily in his drunken stupor and staggered around the bar area, looking for a date for the night. He didn't care who he picked up, as long as they were hot and tight. His vision must have blurred from all the alcohol surging through his veins, but he couldn't make out who in the club was available and who wasn't. He could vaguely make out their relative species, but nothing else. The wolf laughed and plopped himself down on the nearest empty barstool, ordering another beer amid a storm of laser light shows and cigarette smoke. Somewhere in the bar, someone was giving off musk, so sex seemed to be a part of this place. The intoxicated wolf threw his arm around the nearest fur to him, finding a sleek and soft coat of foxfur in his arms. The fox squirmed slightly before settling in, but somehow the wolf couldn't see the fox's face since it was turned away from him. He poked the fox in the arm playfully, finding a tight fitting white cutoff shirt around the top of the vulpine. "Hey there b-beautiful!" He managed to slur out. He was surprised he hadn't puked his guts out yet, it felt like he had drank half a keg by himself. "I want to buy you a drink!!" The fox didn't turn. The wolf growled softly, his voice a little more playful than demanding as he poked the fox again, hoping the fox was in heat and hoped more so that she had a good rack. But the fox still did not respond. The wolf growled lustily and pulled the fox's other shoulder towards him, forcing the fox to look him in the eyes. When the fox was finally looking towards him, the wolf simply cocked his head in puzzlement. The fox didn't have a face. Clear cut as that. The muzzle of the candid was well defined, along with the nose and ears, but the area where the lips and eyes should be was just a pure sheen of fur. The wolf grinned and began to laugh. He looked down and noticed that this fox was definitely male. "No boobies!" The wolf stated drunkenly before he fell to the bar, laughing his ass off. He pounded his fist on the bartop and suddenly noticed that the bartender also was missing a face, but making drinks with the same gusto of someone with perfect vision. The wolf turned back to the faceless fox. "Fuck off man. I gotta find me a female to fuck tonight!" The wolf proudly stated before stumbling off, his beer somehow regenerating in his paw to full capacity. He looked around the "club" and found himself back in the cell he had started in, but the laser lights not ceasing. The music playing was the constant screams of both disfigured guards put against the background of punches and the howls and barks of wild animals. The wolf laughed again and began to dance, the club suddenly empty and the chains reappearing on his wrists, attaching him to the floor again. He screamed and fell on his back as the chains tightened, holding him in a spread eagle position as the room began to collapse on top of him... \~ \~ 01hr:11min:59sec:99ms \~ \~ J awoke with a start, grabbing onto the floor in fear as he felt his world suddenly open up. The "faceless club" and the collapsing cell disappeared into the corners of his mind and he quickly forgot the entire incident. J looked around for the shotgun he had seen earlier. He stretched painfully, wishing he was at home, where ever home was as he found the table, greedily picking up the rifle and checking the magazine for shells. He checked the gun, marveling how easily he found out that the gun was fully loaded. He quickly turned around to check his surroundings, the chains still attached to his ankles and wrists clinking with his every move. He began to rummage through the drawers where he found the shotgun, looking for some kind of master key to unlock his cuffs. He came across a small ringlet of keys, excitedly trying every one and eventually freed himself from his bonds, rubbing his wrists and ankles to try and ease the pain there. He happened across a fresh guard uniform, neatly folded and tucked away under the table that he quickly put on, savoring the feel of dry clothes against his damp fur. J closed his eyes slowly and breathed deeply, trying to imagine he was somewhere else. It didn't work. He was still here in that maze of death. He sighed deeply and reached towards the wall, picking up a gun belt and slipping it on quickly. Within minutes he was indistinguishable from any of the other patrols in this place. He found a gun strap and threw the shotgun over his back and, emptying the first aid kit into his pockets on his way out, he was back in hell. \~ \~ Timestamp unknown \~ \~ RECONSTRUCTED LOGFILE, TIMESTAMP MISSING UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS OF NETWORK RESOURCES BY USER: I\_FIGH FORWARDED TO: X\_MALEH SENT: 04/06/02 READ: [STILL IN INBOX, LOGFILE NOT READ YET] LOGIN: I\_FIGH[MISSING DATA] PASS: \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* VERIFICATION: \*\* AUTHORIZATION: \*-\*\*\*\*\*\* [MISSING DATA]:87 USER I\_FIGH LOGGED IN. WARNING! APPROVAL NOT PRESENT! OVERRIDE DETECTED! REMEMBER! DETAIL IS KEY! ALL [MISSING DATA]CLEANED AN[MISSING DATA]SUBJECTS ARRIVE! I\_FIGH \> ./STUDY/VIDEO\_AR/JRD/XXA/000000-004999/ I\_FIGH \> R\_XXA 003500-003999.XXA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 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TS\_READER COMPLETE [MISSING DATA]USER I\_FIGH LOGGED OUT \~ \~ 01hr:19min:09sec:61ms \~ \~ J held his shotgun at ready, the stock pressed securely into his shoulder as he watched his surroundings in careful study. The dripping of stagnant water met his ears and the smell of mold met his nose. He wrinkled his brow slightly at the musty smell as he walked among the C5 showers, the tiled walls covered in green mildew and hard-water damage. His ears twitched slightly as he heard the sound of claws softly tapping in the distance and very quietly hid behind one of the shower walls. The tiny cubicle shower areas consisted of a five foot square wall between every rusted shower head, separating the showering individual from the man beside him. J raised his shotgun to the ready and breathed shallowly, noticing how every sound he made was angrily amplified off the tiles. He waited in silence as the tapping grew louder and closer, until he estimated the creature was in the shower cubicle directly behind him. J held his breath, his ears lowering on his head in his extreme anxiety as he closed his eyes for a second, listening. The heavy breathing was at least five feet away, but no less vivid as he heard the sickening crunch of bone. He opened his eyes suddenly, expecting the worst, but the creature was still no where in sight. The crunch echoed again in the showers, along with the sound of something hollow being dragged on the floor. J resisted the urge and need to whimper in fear and slowly let out the breath he had been holding to take in some more air. The creature stayed where it was for several minutes, the sounds of the bones hitting the floor growing softer. J looked around in a panic as the anxiety began to grip his mind. The lighting in the area was extremely poor. Only a few lights were left to illuminate the entire small warehouse-sized shower block. His eyes constantly strained to not trip over his own feet or walk into a wall. J's mind began to shut down in defense, unable to take the stress anymore. Oh what the fuck? What the fuck what the fuck? He said to himself, releasing the forearm of the shotgun and running his fingers through his hair. When is it gonna make a move? I can't deal with this! The creature seemed to have it's fill and the bone-crunching stopped. The taps of it's claws began again as it turned around, circling around the shower. The echoes made it almost impossible for J to pinpoint where the creature was. He forced his paw back to his gun, holding it in place if he happened to see the monster stalking him. "What the hell am I doing here?" J swiveled his ears in circles, trying to find the source of the voice he had just distinctively heard. The creature didn't seemed stirred by the voice, since the tapping of his claws on the tile remained unchanged in tempo or intensity. J brought in his legs and sat with his back to the tile, resting the gun on his knees, still pointing it at the aisle between showerheads in front of him. The tapping began to fade but then suddenly began to grow closer to him. "I didn't ask to be here." J looked around him at the second statement. It was much louder than before. Whoever was saying it was an absolute fool. Didn't he hear the claws and the creature?!? "There has to be a way out of here-no! FUCK! No way out, no way out!" J inwardly groaned in frustration. Why didn't the creature hunt down whoever was talking instead of walking in his direction?! Was it deaf? "I had to! He was coming right at me!" "He was going to kill me!" "I had to kill him, I had to!" "No one can know what I've been doing!" The wolf smiled smugly. The creature would hear this asshole soon and would rip him to pieces, then he could make his escape under the cover of this dumbasses' screams. I'm not supposed to be here! They won't be fooled by your uniform J! They're all around! Why do you think there is anybody even here? They're watching me! All the time! Then it dawned on him. The voice didn't echo like everything else did in the shower. They were inside his own head... GET UP! He deserved it! Why the hell do you think he's even guarding a god-forsaken hole like this? GET UP! Why do you think there's guard areas and booths in here? GET UP! Who was that man who freed you? GET UP! He was part of the plot! They tied you to the floor! GET UP! There is no one else in here! There is no creature! No monster! Talk! Talk to it! GET UP! No one can hurt you in here! How do you think you were released? GET UP! You can't find a way out! Maybe this is a dream! Yeah! Shoot yourself! Shoot yourself in the head. That's a way out! Like poking yourself with a pin when you're in a falling dream! That always woke you up before...THINK! Think about it! This is a FUCKING DREAM! GET UP! Change it! You can control your nightmares! GET UP! Tell the monster to go away, to break down the wall. The open fields of gold are just on the other side! The heaven and glances of God! You can kill him! He put you here! He chained you to the floor and killed that man using the metal shard! GET UP! You're pathetic! You know that? GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! And so, that's exactly what he did. He obeyed. The wolf stood, an oblivious smile on his face as he noisily made his way out into the shower area. He slowly lowered his shotgun, suddenly realizing the uselessness of it as he let it rest to his side, just barely carrying the weapon before he dropped it on the floor altogether with a light tap of plastic and steel against concrete. For the wolf, the walls began to evaporate where they were and suddenly he saw his "fields of gold in the arbor of God". He reached his paw out, blinking at the wonderful illusion he had unknowingly created as he opened his muzzle, whispering out little praises for his creation as he walked forward, the tapping of the creature and the angry snarls long forgotten. The wolf closed his eyes slightly, his eyes rolling back in his head... This is it J! The fields! No one can stop me now! I'm free of the maze! The dream! The middle long. No one will capture me again. No one can find me in the fields of gold of God of angels of loveliness. I'm free! I'm free! I'm free! I'm free! But, just as quickly as his vision had materialized, the dreamy fields of golden light vanished, shoving his brain back into his tired body and the claustrophobic spaces of his maze of death returning. He backed up against the tiled wall in horror. No! No! I was so close! Why?! Why the fuck?! Who did this to me! They did it! Bastards want to control my afterlife too! You hear me? You can't control where I die! I will reach the fields, even with your conspiracy! He whirled around in circles, opening his eyes to find himself in a burning room, the walls and ceiling glowing white hot and flames dancing on his fur. He screamed and began to jump up and down, although he couldn't feel any heat. He slapped and rubbed his fur in a panic, trying to douse the flames, but finding them untouchable. He finally dropped to his knees as his entire body became engulfed and closed his eyes, accepting his death... \~ \~ 02hr:52min:44sec:05ms \~ \~ LOGIN: A\_SHULPES PASS: \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* VERIFICATION: \*\*\*\* AUTHORIZATION: \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*-\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* TIMESTAMP: 02:52:44:05, USER A\_SHULPES LOGGED IN, APPROVED BY X\_MALEH REMEMBER! DETAIL IS KEY! ALL WORK AREAS MUST BE IMPECCABLY CLEANED AND PREPARED BEFORE SUBJECTS ARRIVE! A\_SHULPES \> MAIL MAIL\_A\_SHULPES \> COMPOSE NEW --- FR: A\_SHULPES TO: X\_MALEH SUB: PSYCHOTIC BREAK OBSERVED MR. MALEH, WE HAVE OBSERVED A PSYCHOTIC BREAK IN THE SUBJECT. I HAVE ATTACHED THE NECCICARY R\_XXA REPORT TO THIS EMAIL FOR YOUR REVIEW ALONG WITH MY PELIMINARY PYCHOLOGICAL EXAMINATION OF THE SUBJECT. HE IS CURRENTLY BEING TAKEN TO THE SECOND COMPOUND FOR A PSYCHOLOGICAL RESET. I BELIEVE IT IS HARMFUL TO RELEASE HIM BACK INTO THE TARGET ENVIROMENT, DUE TO HIS EXTREME DELUSIONS. I FEAR THAT IT IS TOO MUCH FOR HIS PSYCHE AND HE WILL HAVE ANOTHER BREAK SIMPLY FROM BEING RETURNED TO THE COMPOUND, THEREFORE UNBALANCING THE EXPERIMENT. I HAVE INCLUDED FURTHER RECCOMENDATIONS IN MY REPORT. \-A\_SHULPES OBSERVATION FOR VALIENT\_JRD ATTACHMENTS: 011500-022999.XXA, PSYCH\_JRD\_RPT1.TXT SEND MAIL? Y SENDING. . . . . . . MAIL SENT (TIME ELAPSED 3.5SEC) MAIL\_A\_SHULPES \> COMPOSE NEW --- FR: A\_SHULPES TO: W\_FINCH SUB: SENDING ANOTHER YOUR WAY WILL, I HAVE ANOTHER ONE FOR YOU. 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JUST A LITTLE FYI FOR YOU, PELIMINARY DETAILS OF THE PROJECT ARE PROVIDED BELOW: VICTIM: JAMES ROBERT DENT HUNTER: WILLIAM ADLER FINCH SETTING: COMPOUND TWO, WEST WING. MR. DENT IS CURRENTLY UNDERGOING A PSYCHOLOGICAL RESET, BUT WILL BE ARMED AND SET LOOSE IN THE WING. FINCH HAS AN EXTREME AFFINITY FOR THE THEATRICAL AND DENT SHOULD PROVE TO BE A WORTHY ADVERSARY. \-A\_SHULPES OBSERVATION FOR VALIENT\_JRD SEND MAIL? Y SENDING. . MAIL SENT (TIME ELAPSED 5MS) ^X A\_SHULPES \> LOGOUT TIMESTAMP: 03:15:11:59, USER A\_SHULPES LOGGED OUT \~ \~ 03hr:55min:00sec:98ms \~ \~ J awoke shivering. He opened his eyes then quickly shut them again. White walls surrounded him and he found it difficult to move around. His mouth felt dry and his lips were bleeding and sore. He forced his eyes open again, braving the pain that suddenly filled his head as he lifted his muzzle from the floor. He couldn't lift his head up all the way, but found himself in a white padded room, approximately seven feet by seven feet by seven feet. He tried to pick himself up, but looked down to find a straight jacket wrapped tightly around his chest. His hands were held immobile at his sides and his feet were bound. The wolf rolled over onto his side and found a rubber ball gag in his mouth. He tried to bite down, but the gag held steady. The wolf whimpered and rolled onto his back, finding no ceiling light, but rather at the junction of every wall there were Plexiglas covered incandescent light tubes that shone harshly on him after the dim lighting of the maze of death he had just left. The pain in his skull prevented the voices he heard to leave him in peace for a few minutes. He looked around his padded cell, his vision blurring terribly. His eyes felt as if they would simply roll out of his head if he didn't close his eyes, so he didn't fight it. The wolf closed his eyes tightly and curled up into a ball on the floor, fighting against his jacket for some kind of comfort so he could go to sleep and dream that he was away from this nut job room that he didn't belong in... \~ \~ PLEASE INSERT VHS OR DVD MARKED "PROJECT VALIANT: PART TWO" STOP [-] 01:31:12:56

Title: Kelly's Story by Michael J. Simmons Tags: Angst, Character Development, M/F, Plot Development, Pregnancy Kelly's Story {Continuation} (A conception Story) By Michael J. Simmons Adult Text & Content: If you are under the age of 18, or easily offended by sexual content (i.e. - explicit in nature), Between Men & Women/ Men or Men/ Woman or Woman or Group sex, for that manner any type of sex in general. Then please do not read on. Kelly was nervous. The last time she was this nervous was on the night she gave away her virginity. She stood in front of the mirror at the bathroom sink, trembling. Her eyes looked down at the counter at the little stick with its little window mocking her with its one pink line in the shape of a "-"symbol. It was the weekend after last and she had waited with growing impatience until now to find out if she was with child (again); she still had five or so minutes to wait or so. She could hear the sounds of laughter and mock indignation as the rest of the family, Michael, David, Michelle and Cassie, were playing Life. Walking out of the bathroom to get away from the little stick and its mocking - sign, "easy to read...right!" She snorted in disgust. She walked casually through the master bedroom that she shared with Michael and stopped to let her hands caress over the satin sheets that only last week had held them both as they made love. She stared at the four-poster, mahogany king-sized bed. Her eyes gazed over the rest of the room, from the dresser in the right hand corner that held their clothes to the vanity mirror desk set that Michael had bought for her on their honeymoon. She turned to see a small recliner chair, in the other corner; next to that was an antique rolltop desk. Her gaze roved around the room until she focused on the double doors that lead to the private balcony upstairs. She walked over to them and gently opened the door, going outside. Stepping outside she inhaled the clean night air; the stars were twinkling in their nighttime glory in the clear air. Michael had encouraged her to move to an area that was far enough removed from the city to give them some privacy. She had admitted that it was one of his better ideas and upon seeing this house she had fallen in love with its location, even if it was a stone bitch to get into and out of during winter time. Smiling fondly, she wrapped her arms around herself, savoring the quiet of the night. Turning around, she went back inside and crossed the room to another door that led into what the realtor had called a home office. In here, in there off time, both of them had spent the past three months converting this bare room with its stark colors into a nursery. They're thinking was that wishing and a positive thought about having a baby will help make it so. She rested one hand on the crib rail after she came through the door. The crib was a smooth burnished wood that Michael had spent about a month refurbishing along with the dresser/changing table, which though empty, would hold the baby's clothes. Her eyes took in the colors of the room, which they had all helped paint. She had found an interesting thing online; a kind of paint by numbers set for a bedroom, so they had proceeded to paint the place in a soothing woodland setting theme. The ceiling was painted black but held the bright colors of stars and a moon. On one of the walls there stood a unicorn. Cassie had suggested it but David, the artist of their little troop had drawn and painted it in. The creature looked like it was going to walk right out the picture. The room's floor was covered with a thin green carpet, which had a blue rug cut in an odd shape in the middle of the floor that was meant to resemble a lake. Her eyes drifted over the rocking chair and footstool that had been bought as an early gift for her by Michael. Next to that was a small bookshelf, which already had a small collection of bedtime books for baby. She stood alone in the darkened room, with her hands wrapped around herself. Just the thought that she might be pregnant made her go slightly weak in the knees; if everything that happened last weekend was for naught, she did not know what they would do. Since a year after the birth of her daughter, Michelle, she had wanted to have another baby, but each time she thought she was pregnant it never happened. Then she had met Michael and his children. Upon meeting him, first online, then in person, she knew with certainty that she would have a child, and not just for her. Now she wanted to have a baby for him as well, to see a child with her brown eyes and his black hair, or vice versa; she really did not care. She just wanted to have a baby to hold in her arms and love, care for, and nurture. She crossed to the rocking chair and sat down. Pulling up one of the pillows on the floor, she laid it across her belly. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel and weight on her stomach, also the comfort of the chair in which she sat, her imagination starting to run off with her as she fell into sleep. Michael slowly walked up the stairs; he smiled ruefully as he carried his seven-year-old daughter up the stairs to her bedroom. He had left the two teenagers, his two step-children, alone down in the den to their own amusements as he made his way to his younger daughter's bedroom. Quietly opening the door, he entered into the room decorated in Unicorns, Fairies and the like. He helped her out of her clothes and she sleepily got into her nightgown and climbed into bed. Kissing his daughter good night, he walked out of her room and closed the door. He walked down the hall to the master bedroom, knocking quietly on the door as he entered. He found the rooms empty, but the bathroom light on. He barely acknowledged the other two doors left open. He walked into the bathroom to check on Kelly only to find it empty. As he turned to leave, he spotted the E.P.T. test stripe on the counter. Looking at it closer, he noticed the indicator in the window. Checking over the paperwork and the log made by his wife, he noted the time she started and what time it was now. Smiling, he walked out of the bathroom with the stick in hand. Going first to the porch he looked out there. "Kelly," he said quietly into the night as he looked around the balcony, not seeing her. He turned, and then seeing the door to the nursery was opened he walked towards the room, stopping at the doorway. He saw his wife asleep in the maternity rocker he bought. The light of the moon was coming through the window in the baby's room, lighting her with its luminescence, the pillow laid on her belly just so, so that at first to his eyes it looked like she was already heavy with child, and her face had a content look of peace and happiness on it. The light from the moon also shone on the unicorn painting behind her, illuminating the great beast, making it seem more alive then ever before. As it hovered there behind and over his wife, he walked quietly into the room. He knelt down next to her, placing his hand on the pillow. "Kel," he said, "wake up, hon..." he crept a little closer and kissed her gently on the cheek. Murring slightly she woke up, stretching out and causing the pillow to fall. "How long was I asleep?" she asked, still half asleep. "About an hour or so. I just put Cassie to bed and David and Michelle are downstairs watching a movie or playing on the computers. I just came in to check on you and found you in here asleep and looking, might I add, very maternal in appearance." His eyes gleamed at his little joke, and she smiled at him. "The test... Oh my god, I forgot the test." she exclaimed, as she tried to get out of the chair. "It is okay, I have it right here," he said, his voice starting to thicken with emotion. "Would you like to know, now?" Kelly held her breath, nodding, hoping and praying. "Congratulations, Kelly... You are a Mom, again," he said while placing his hand on her belly, and kissing her gently, first on her cheeks, then on her lips. She clasped her husband around his shoulders kissing him back, their pent up emotions flooding out of them as they celebrated quietly in the nursery. Gently he held his wife as they kissed passionately in the nursery. He felt her hands start to skim his back. Standing up, he helped her up out of the rocking chair, still holding her as carefully as if she were a porcelain doll. He looked at her, his hands gently drying her tears of joy, happiness and release of pent anxieties. Her hands came to the top of her shirt and started to slowly unbutton it one button at a time. "Kel... We do not have to do..." She placed the tips of her right finger on his lips and making a small husing sound she quieted her husband. "I want to;" she said her voice low and throaty" I want to feel my husband making love to me, right here and right now." She then proceeded to gently push him down to his knees so that he was looking up at her; she finished with the unbuttoning of her blouse. Then dropping her blouse slightly,it came to rest on her elbows, revealing her bare skin to the open air and moon light that was still shining through the window. She reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. Allowing that and her shirt to fall to the floor, she then proceded to undo her pants, dropping that and her panties. Kelly stood before her husband, the moonlight highlighting her naked glory. Michael knelt there stunned; he had never seen this side of her before. Sure, they had made love in kinky and sometime inappropriate places. But here and now, his breath caught in his throat. He felt as if the maiden herself had come down to him and inhabited the body of his wife. He stayed there, not making a sound as she appraoached him. Her hand caressed his cheek as she pressed her naked body against his head. He kissed her taut belly that soon would grow in girth with their child. He felt her hands slowly encircle his head, holding him close as his lips and tongue continues their slow and sensous process over her belly/womb. He lowered himself a bit and gently kissed and bit at her vulva. His hands curved around her thighs to her buttocks to hold her in his arms as he gently licked and teased her moistening vulva. The dance moved with slow passion as he licked his wife until she shuddered in a light orgasm. Kelly then brought her hands back to the front of his head, and slowly bade him rise. She then lightly kissed him on the lips, scenting and tasting herself on them. She proceeded to pull up his Polo shirt, pulling that over his head, her hands skimming over his chest, noting the slight paunch of middle age in his stomach, the matt of black hair on his chest. SHe brought her lips to his chest and kissed and licked him, sending small shudders up from the base of his spine. This she continued until she reached his pants, there unbuckling the belt and unbuttoning his jeans. She helped him out of his clothing including his shoes and socks. He stood now naked before her,a s she gently kneaded and massaged his manhood, which had sprung fully erect from the concealment of his clothing. Down on her knees she then started to kiss the head of his shaft, gently licking and suckling as her mouth slowly encircled him. The fingers of her right hand she gently toyed with his testicles while she slowly and languidly tongued her husbands stiffening manhood. Sucking a bit of precum from him, she pushed herself backwars until she lay on the floor, her feet planted with her knees pointing upright, She held her hands in invitation to him. Gently he lowered himself to his goddess and slowly covering her body with his, entered her. The feel of her smooth skin against his, the feel of the smooth walls of her womanhood as it fully engulfed his manhood made him shudder anew. They moved in slow and sensuous motions, passions building with their kissing. Their lovemaking took on a whole new meaning and level of intimacy. His hands played gently with her breasts, while her hands alternated between loving caresses and digging furrows in his back.Beginning gently, their motions became faster as both their bodies became ready for the final conclusion. Their breathing becoming more labored until finally she cried out in sensual relief as she felt her husband explode deep into her already pregnant wopmb, filling her with his seed and love, collapsing over her. As their senses slowly came back to them. Gently getting up from the floor, they quitely padded back into their bedroom and went to bed. To sleep, perchance to dream of the new life that they had made.

Title: Dragonslayer Reparations: Mistress Mellik by Von Krieger Tags: Bisexual, Elf, Half-Dragon, Hermaphrodite, Magic, Master/Pet, Mind Control, Oral, Transformation, Unbirthing Dragonslayer Reparations: Mistress Mellik by Von Krieger Sleep came and went, filled for both with dreams of dragons and sex. Sweet dreams for Mellik, and horrific nightmares for Krissa. The Sire Jeyarr awoke with a yawn, stretching hir arms, legs, and wings. Shi found hir pet nearby, the elf looking at hir with wide eyes, half in awe, half in fear. "Mistress, what did you do to me?" she whimpers, "I can't get away. I can't pick up my sword if I even think of using it to hurt you. I can't bring myself to put on the clothes in my backpack. I can't stop thinking of you as my Mistress. Please, I won't hurt another dragon as long as I live, I swear." Mellik chuckled and gave hir new toy a soft caress on the cheek. "Of course you won't, little one. You're going to be right here by my side, tending to my desires, and tending to your own clutches of eggs." Krissa gritted her teeth, but she couldn't help but lean into the touch. "Please, I don't want to be like this. I don't want... don't... don't... NNRRRRGH! Why can't I say what I'm thinking?" the elf asked pleadingly. Her mistress just kept stroking her. "Because you can't lie to your mistress." "I shouldn't want to fuck dragons. I shouldn't want to lay your eggs. I don't want to be your pet, but I can't even raise a hand against you. I can't get out of sight of you without feeling nervous and afraid. If I walk any further then that rock over there I'm so filled with fear that I have to rush right back over here and sit next to you. I... I... oh gods, I want to... want to do things to you. I want to pleasure you in such repugnant ways. There are these images in my mind - I don't know where they're from, but they're so disgusting, and exciting. Please, make this stop. I don't want to be like this," Krissa pleaded, hugging the dragoness tightly. "Ssssh, you're just frightened because it's all so new to you. You're my pet now; it's the purpose you were meant for. To bring pleasure to dragons, not pain. Now why don't you please your mistress by doing one of those revolting and arousing things that are in your head?" the Sire Jeyarr purrs. Krissa licked her lips, "Oh no... please... no..." she whispered, unable to stop herself. The elf kissed Mellik's shoulder, her tongue darting out of her mouth, tracing down brown and grey scales, over silver markings and tanned skin, down her mistress' belly to the dragoness's groin. Mellik purred as the elven girl lapped at hir sheath-slit. Shi let hir maleness slide free into Krissa's awaiting mouth. The Jeyarr in training whimpered softly as she felt the warm, slick organ slip in between her lips. "Mmmm... very nice, pet. But unfortunately, in this position, I'm not at all able to return the favor. Go ahead and pleasure yourself, pet. I don't mind." Mellik said with a cruel chuckle. A soft snuffle came from the elf as one of her hands darted to her sex, two fingers immediately sliding in and out of herself with practiced technique. "Oh my, you've done this to yourself before, my dear, and you're already wet too. For someone who finds this absolutely repulsive, you certainly are incredibly excited by it." The dragoness lays back, letting hir playtoy do all the work. Though shi still missed hir own mistress, having a pet of hir own was interesting. It would be quite fun training hir pretty little elf on all the proper ways to behave as a Jeyarr. Amongst them would be not whimpering like a puppy while sucking her mistress off. "Be quiet pet!" Mellik said with a growl, sitting up to scowl at Krissa, only to find the elven girl twitching and wiggling her rump. Sitting up further, Mellik saw why. The tiny purple dragon, Davari, had decided to join in on the fun. The cat sized dragon had his head almost buried inside Krissa's cunt. The sight brought a grin to Mellik's face. "You can stop now, dear. I think I have a better idea." the dragoness purred. Surprisingly Krissa did nothing of the sort. "Stop, pet." Mellik repeated in a firm tone. Krissa pulled away slowly, looking up at the Sire with half-open yes. "Mmmm..." she purred, licking her lips, "Please let me finish, Mistress." the elf begged, overcome with her first taste of the sensations a Jeyarr felt while pleasuring a dragon. Mellik knew that Krissa's fear, loathing, disgust, and dislike of dragons were stuffed into a back corner of her mind. Obedience, contentment, happiness, desire, and pleasure filled in the gaps. A single drop of a dragon's sexual fluids on her body would be enough to make the elf wonderfully horny and pliable. As she was now, she would be eager and willing to do whatever her mistress asked, and it would only be later that the elf would feel sickened by the things she had performed that had seemed like being of her own free will. Mellik crawled forward, running hir clawed handpaws over hir pet's belly. The former Slayer moaned softly, even the slightest touch from her mistress in this state sent wonderful waves of pleasure through her body. "We'll have plenty of time for that, little pet. And when we're done, you'll be all the better equipped to pleasure me with your mouth." The dragoness reached down, picking up the tiny purple dragon engaged in lapping at Krissa's sopping wet folds. "The dragon familiar is another thing that you Slayers have continued to use without knowing why. They're meant to help you and guide you to finding a dragon to bond with, but after that?" shi said with a wide fanged grin. "After that, their purpose changes greatly. You've seen how much he likes your nice, dripping wet cunt. Now, open wide and give him what he wants." Mellik purred, setting Davari down on the ground between Krissa's legs. The young elf girl did as she was told, spreading her legs to allow the little purple dragon to do whatever it was that he wanted to do. Krissa moaned loudly as her mistress used hir fingers to spread the elf's soft pink lips apart, her cunt now wide open. "Go on in, little one," Mellik cooed to the pseudodragon. "Your new den is ready and waiting." The tiny dragon purred happily, nuzzling Krissa's sex, coating himself in her juices. The feeling of smooth scales rubbing against her drew a moan from the elf. "Inside me?" she asked, her voice quiet and thick. "Yes, my pet. He's going to crawl inside of you, for a short time you're going to be his nest. The first purpose of a Jeyarr's familiar is to provide her with her first clutch of eggs." the Sire Jeyarr explained. Despite her detached state, Krissa began to whimper. Her arms and legs twitched a little bit as she tried to struggle, but the need to obey her mistress kept her in place. Even disconnected from her true feelings, Krissa knew that this was something she didn't want. The elf gritted her teeth, trying to summon up the strength to break her mistress' hold on her. The techniques were right there! They were within her reach in her mind, all the special attacks and powers she'd gained from her Slayer training. But try as she might, she couldn't grasp a hold of any of them! She couldn't draw forth the magical energy to fuel them. With a flash of insight, she knew why. A Slayer's link to her power was through her familiar. Krissa looked down at the tiny purple dragon, she moaned as he began to crawl into her, the tiny ridges on the back of his neck stimulating her so wonderfully. Well, it wouldn't be so bad, having him inside of her for just a little while. As soon as he got settled down, Krissa was sure he'd let her draw out the power to save herself from the beautiful dragoness that was doing all these wonderful things to her. Krissa bit her tongue, mentally correcting herself. The Jeyarr was NOT beautiful; she was a horrible dragon-fucking traitor to the Slayer cause! And though Krissa was half enjoying some of the things that had happened to her, she knew that she couldn't accept them, that she couldn't give up or and give in. Her purpose was to hunt these creatures, to keep her people safe from the very things that the dragoness was doing to her. She was NOT a pleasure pet! She would NOT allow herself to become nothing more then a sex-hungry egg-laying machine. All rebellious thoughts melted away, however, the moment the little dragon's forelegs entered her. Those tiny claws tickled her so deliciously, sending shivers through her body. As her familiar wriggled from side to side, pulling more and more of himself inside of her, Krissa felt like she was going to melt with the intense heat of pleasure that filled her. She suddenly found herself in her mistress' arms, looking up into Mellik's blue-green-gold eyes. "Feels nice, doesn't it? I'm glad you've accepted him; that you've stopped your struggles. You want him inside you now, don't you?" the brown-scaled dragoness purred. Krissa could only nod in reply. She couldn't lie to her mistress, but she didn't have to give her the reason why either. Krissa smiled up at her mistress, the moment the pseudodragon was inside of her, she'd draw out her strength, and run her mindblade throw the hermaphrodite bitch's heart. "Good girl," Mellik purred, "Very good girl." The dragoness' lips met hir pet's own. Though she didn't want anything to do with the dragoness, Krissa opened her mouth, allowing the probing forked tongue inside. There was no way she could fight this, so why not make the most of something she had to do? The elf wrapped her arms around the dragon's neck, pulling hir in closer, enjoying the soft sparks of pleasure the contact with Mellik's scales brought her. She felt the dragoness' hand moving down her belly, hir thumb sliding over the elf's clitty, before scooping up Davari's hindquarters, gently pushing the little dragon in deeper. If her mouth and throat hadn't been so full of dragon-tongue, Krissa would have howled with the pleasure the act brought her. The more of the tiny dragon that was inside of her, the better she felt and the clearer her mind became. She felt the little reptile's head pressing against the entrance to her womb, and then parting it with very little effort. "You feel that, my dear? Feeling how easily he slides into you? You'll be open like that forever. You're no longer able to breed with your own kind; spread open like this you cannot retain their seed. You'll only be fertile with dragons and lizards, as their seed is the only kind that the pouches inside you will retain and carry to the upper portion of your womb where your eggs will grow." the Sire purred, stroking hir pet's hair. The elf lay in the dragon's arms, panting. She felt... good. Her mind felt like it was her own again. She could move her body as she wanted as well. She felt incredibly horny, but it was a distraction which she could easily avoid. With the grace typical to her kind, Krissa jumped to her feet, drawing forth the energy for the mindblade. A shimmering blue energy in the shape of a longsword appeared in her right hand. With a growl, she lashed out at the dragoness, only to have a jolt go through her arm as the mindblade struck something solid. That shouldn't have been possible, as the mindblade was pure psychic energy. No material weapon or armor would be able to stop it, but it looked like the dragoness had gripped the blade with hir bare hand. Mellik slowly got to hir feet, clicking hir tongue at the elf. "Naughty, naughty. You mustn't try to do that again, my pet," shi purred, not at all threatened by the elf. Krissa pulled the blade back, going in for another strike, only to find hir attack blocked once again, by the dragoness' own mindblade. Krissa's third strike was also easily parried. "You're just like me, dear one. We have the same powers and abilities. But I have far, far more experience. Which is why I know that in a few seconds, you're going to regret trying to attack me." Mellik continued to purr, hir amused demeanor angering Krissa. The elf snarled and lashed out, the dragoness made no effort to block the blade. There was simply no need, for the energy blade vanished halfway through the swing. That didn't finish either. The elf's eyes widened and she staggered forward, losing her footing and falling into the dragoness' arms as a powerful orgasm shook her body. The feelings of arousal that had been stirred in Krissa from her bonding into a Jeyarr were nothing compared to the burning need she felt. "Please... fuck me..." she whimpered, clinging to the dragoness. Mellik chuckled and stroked hir pet's hair. "No dear, I don't think so. You've been a bad girl, and you're going to learn what happens to Jeyarr that misbehave." "Please Mistress," the elf begged. "My body feels like it's on fire!" "You're not on fire, dear. You're just changing. This is why we love strong, vibrant, powerful Jeyarr. The more you resist, the more you fight, the more you struggle, the better suited you'll be for your role. The more you try to escape, try to hurt your mistress, try to resist mating, try to avoid your duties as a Jeyarr, the more powerful you become. The more powerful you become, the more powerful your offspring are. By struggling, by fighting, by resisting us, you simply make yourself all the more valuable to our cause." Krissa moaned and writhed, rubbing her needful body against her mistress' scaled form, but the tingles of pleasure she got from it weren't enough to quench the white hot urge to be fucked, to be filled with draconic seed. The burning seemed to concentrate in one place, along her lower back and rump. The elf sighed with relief as Mellik began to rub that spot. The need to be filled was still there, but the painful burning feelings in her flesh and bones suddenly became a cool, comforting sensation. All of a sudden the sweet coolness became a sweet pleasure, the dragoness' touch along her back felt much like it would if Mellik where fingering hir pet's pussy. The former Slayer pressed back against her mistress' touch, moaning happily. She felt an orgasm building in her body, centered not on her sex, but on a point at the base of her spine, right above her rump. "Now you're going to see why you shouldn't have resisted, my sweet little pet," Mellik said with a mocking chuckle. Hir stroking began to focus on the precise point that gave Krissa the most pleasure. The elf moaned and bucked, doing her best to press back against her mistress' handpaw and give herself the most pleasure. With a growl that would have startled Krissa with its sound if she hadn't been focused entirely on her pleasure, the elf climaxed. She felt herself cumming, from both her cunt and from the strange erogenous zone on her back. She felt a wet stickiness dribbling onto her legs, and somewhere else. It was odd, like feeling something that hadn't been there a moment ago. As Krissa looked back, she saw that it had been just that. Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the new addition to her body; a thin serpentine tail that swayed back and forth gently. It lacked any sort of draconic adornments and was covered in a thick navy blue slime. "The more you disobey, the more like a dragon you become in body. Scales and horns grow in over time, and are signs of how long you've been Jeyarr and how fruitful you've been. The more you mate, the quicker you grow horns and spines. The more eggs you lay, the faster you grow scales. The more you mate with a single dragon, the more you grow to look like that dragon." "If you had decided to be a good, sweet, loving Jeyarr, you would have stayed much as you were. You might not have changed beyond the addition of a few small scales and the addition of a pair of horns for several years. A dragon shares hir Jeyarr with other dragons if the pet knows how to behave. But you decided to be a bad girl and tried to hurt your mistress. So not only are you being changed now as punishment, but I won't let you play with other dragons, so you're going to be mating with me almost exclusively. You're going to be changing very, very fast, dear one. It won't be long before no one from your old life will be able to recognize you. In fact I think it will only be a few minutes." Krissa cried out, sobbing as the burning ache returned. A pain over her entire body fused with the need to mate. "Please Mistress, I'm sorry!" the elf moaned, "Please, I'll obey! Just make it stop!" Mellik just shook hir head. "Oh my dear, I wish it were that easy. If you disobey me, I have to punish you. If you misbehave to a large degree, energy builds up and causes you pain. In order to make your hurting stop, a dragon has to guide the energy, using it to shape your body. If I didn't, it would continue to hurt before it dispersed itself randomly after a few days. At first such a thing wouldn't cause any problems, but if it happened too often, you would begin to lose your shape, becoming an oozing ball of scales, fangs, claws, and horns. And of course neither of us wants that to happen. Now, I'm not a cruel mistress, Krissa, I'll let you tell me where you want to be changed, pardon, where you'd prefer your changes take place. Since I'm quite sure you don't want any of them." "Wings." the elf whispered, "Give me wings." With those words Krissa's body was wracked with a sob, as in that moment she had truly become Krissa. She found that the name she'd been given by her parents had been stricken entirely from her memory. She was a Jeyarr now, no longer a Slayer, and there was nothing she could do about it. Tears leaked from her eyes as she succumbed to the pleasure of her transformation. She didn't let the pain come back, naming off the next portion of her body to be changed before each climax that brought the alteration of that body part. Krissa tried to let herself be consumed by the pleasurable sensation each change brought, but it brought no relief to the accusations she directed towards herself in her mind. She should have fought back earlier, before she was trapped like this. She had had the opportunity; all she had needed was the drive to free herself. There had been a few moments of clarity in her mind after each climax she had been given during the bonding. She should have experimented, should have pleasured herself to clear the fog from her mind so that she could have struck at the dragoness while she slept. The elf was now as much of a traitor to the Slayer cause as Mistress. She would be slain on sight by those who had been her friends just as they would slay any other dragon. The eruption of her wings from her back brought a few moments of blissful void, her climax driving away her rational mind for a moment as purest pleasure overwhelmed her. She chose her legs next. Krissa began to emit a low, draconic purr as Mistress began to massage her calves, her forked tongue darting out to playfully tickle Krissa's toes. The Jeyarr's purring grew louder; it felt more pleasurable to have something altered then something added. She felt her leg muscles shift, growing here, shrinking there, lengthening in other places, and thickening almost all over. There were tiny pops that signaled the shifting of bone into a new configuration. Her self-loathing began to fade as she saw her body changing. It felt good to be changed, to have Mistress caressing her body lovingly. Though a part of her hated herself for letting this happen, she found there was a part of herself that wanted this, and had always wanted it. A part of her that had always been fascinated with the draconic form, found it beautiful. It was the part of her that spoke up when she had found those dragon eggs, told her to leave them be. It was the part of her that had her crying for days afterwards, sorry over what she had done. It was the part of her that had embodied the true spirit of what she was supposed to be. The Slayer rituals were as Mistress had said: something taken and used for a purpose that which it wasn't intended. She had undergone all the training and ritual enhancement under her own free will. This was the end result of the path that she had chosen for herself. The true result. The one that was meant to be. Her tears were no longer of sorrow. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to continue to be a Slayer. Killing enough dragons to have the marks on her body that some of the elders had. How could she live with herself after causing so much pain and death? No, this was the right path. This was what she had always wanted deep down. Not to destroy dragons, but to love them. To snuggle with them. To defend them. It had felt wrong to rid the world of the beauty that dragons brought with their bright colors and shiny scales. Krissa wanted to be a dragon now, wanted to be like Mistress, becoming a powerful, beautiful, scaled creature. Krissa roared as her body was filled with her third transformative climax, her legs shifting into a beautiful digitigrade configuration. Each foot was now tipped with three clawed toes, a fourth on the back to allow her to perch and provide a small amount of manipulation ability. The elf felt the power of change spreading to other areas of her body: her wings and tail growing larger, the nails of her hands becoming claws, her canine teeth becoming fangs. "My face, Mistress," Krissa purred, leaning up to kiss the elder dragoness. She wanted to be seen as a dragon, not as an elven Jeyarr. She was surprised to find out how easy it had been to say those words, to give her consent to having the most recognizable aspect of herself changed. It felt good to let her old life go, to let her old self go. Krissa felt free. She didn't have to hide anymore. She didn't have to hide her fascination with dragons, didn't have to keep the revulsion she had always felt towards the senseless slaughter of thinking beings. Many dragons were thinking, speaking, and feeling creatures. It had always felt wrong to Krissa that they were killed just because they were dragons. She had always hoped she would be able to find a dragon to talk to, to be friends with, though she knew she'd have had to have kept the friendship hidden for her entire life. But now? Now she didn't have to hide anything. Here she was, snuggled up with Mistress. Mistress was a dragon, a beautiful, sexy, loving dragon that would take care of Krissa, that would snuggle up with her, play with her, pleasure her, teach her all about dragons. The new Jeyarr mmmed happily as her forked tongue entwined around Mistress' own. A shiver ran through her body as her head and neck reshaped themselves, taking on a more draconic form, even more so then Mistress. The two dragons reluctantly broke their kiss, allowing Krissa to speak. "Mistress, I've never seen dragons in anything but picture books before. I want to be a beautiful dragon, and you've seen and mated with so many. I'd like to be pretty for you, Mistress. I'd like you to decide what else to change on me, and how it looks," the elven Jeyarr purred. Mellik smiled, caressing hir pet's breasts. "Mmm... good girl, Krissa. Very good girl. You're learning to be a wonderful Jeyarr already. I'm almost sorry that you've accepted this so eagerly. I was looking forward to doing this more then once." Krissa chuckled, "Mistress, I'm going to be a bad girl sometimes, just so I can feel good when you change me. I'll misbehave whenever you want me to." "Though it kind of defeats the purpose, pet," Mellik said with a chuckle of hir own. Krissa watched in fascination as her tiny elven breasts grew, growing to a size to house large amounts of milk for her hatchlings. Mmm... having her breasts changed felt even better. Krissa couldn't wait until Mistress made her into a herm, like hirself. She was sure that pleasure would be even greater. For both, the experience of Krissa's reshaping was over far too soon. Krissa enjoyed the intimacy and pleasure, as well as the sense of helplessness it gave her. Mistress could warp her body into a way that would leave the former elf disfigured if shi so desired, she could take away Krissa's arms or legs, or eyes and ears. But Krissa knew Mistress would never be mean like that. But the remote possibility still gave her a thrill. Mellik, on the other hand, enjoyed the feeling of power shi got from corrupting a Slayer. Shi liked transforming the former elf into a form more and more unlike her natural state. Shi was aroused by the control shi had over hir pet, especially now that it had been given freely. Krissa wanted to be shaped according to Mellik's ideals of draconic beauty. There wasn't enough power left for all the ideas the dragoness had, but it was enough for the basics. A thickening of the tail from an afterthought on the humanoid form, to a muscular limb that would look at home on an alligator with the twin rows of scutes that Mellik had added atop it, and all the way up her pet's back. She had enhanced the size of Krissa's wings, allowing her to fly, and eventually to allow her to carry Mellik in flight as the smaller Jeyarr grew. Shi had also added a second pair of wings to the former elf's back. It was something she had seen on a few dragons before, dragons she had only mated with a single time, but the image stuck. Mellik thought it made Krissa look even cuter. After that, there had only been a little bit of energy left over. It was just enough for what Mellik wanted. Shi smiled down at hir pet, rolling her onto her belly then sinking hir cock into the smaller dragoness' sopping wet sex, drawing a pleasured gasp from Krissa. "There's just a little bit of energy left, dear. And I know what I'm going to use it for. I'm going to make you climax like you've never even dreamed possible. With this pleasure, I also give you a gift, your first mating as a dragon." "This won't hurt Davari, will it?" the former elf asked, a little concerned for her familiar. "Sweetie, Davari doesn't have a physical form at the moment. When you drew on his energy while he was inside of you, he became a part of you. But don't worry, you didn't hurt him. It's a part of his life cycle. He's going to be reborn as the first of your hatchlings. His fusion with you is what has gifted you with a dragon's womb, and your first eggs. Now just relax, and let your Mistress fill you with baby dragons." Mellik purred, pulling Krissa to hir. The younger Jeyarr relaxed now that she knew her companion was safe. She mmmed softly as Mistress began to caress her breasts. The two kissed, both loving the sensation of the other's tongue curled around their own. Krissa's cervix gave only token resistance, being pierced by a dragon for the third time. The Jeyarr delighted in the waves of pleasure the dragon's cock gave her as the back-facing points of the spade-shaped tip tugged on her insides. It had hurt the first time, but a night spent with Mistress's cock lodged deep inside her as they bonded had made her body adapt. Krissa's sudden yelp was muted by the kiss as the erotic feeling of change filled her once again. It felt heavenly, doubling, tripling the pleasure she felt from each of the dragoness' thrusts. The former elf moaned softly as Mistress's handpaw crept down her body, stroking her clitty. The merest touch to the little button sent shivers of hot pleasure flowing through Krissa's body. The rapid rubbing made Krissa feel like she was nothing more then a white hot fire of pleasure, no other sensation existing. With Mistress's cock inside of her, the first drips of precum had set Krissa off, bringing her body into a state of enhanced pleasure, desire, and obedience. Coherent thought was beyond her now; all that remained was the animal desire to mate, to be filled with seed. In a few moments, it felt like her entire being was being bombarded by tiny orgasms, each part of her gradually erupting in climax, burning hotter and hotter until her entire existence was a heat of pleasure beyond even white. She had no concept of time, it felt like only a moment, and it felt like forever before four small points of coolness appeared in the colorless mists of ecstasy, drawing her back to reality and the sticky wetness that covered hir tummy. Hir. Mmm, so that was what Mistress had in store. "Oh Mistress, that was... mmm... perfect. And thank you." the young Jeyarr purred happily, reaching down with a handpaw to feel hir new maleness. "I can't wait to pleasure you with it." "Then just let me relax enough to pull out, my pet, and you won't have to." Mellik said. Mistress and pet locked in a kiss once again.

Title: Best Friends Become Lovers Ch. 04 Tags: young gay, outdoors, gay anal, cabin, bottom, mountains, bred, twinks, lovers, bareback *For those who haven't read them or have forgotten, you may have to read the previous stories to know how we got to this point. I hadn't intended for this to be series, but it turned out that way and this will be the last story under this series title. As we left off at the end of Chapter 3, Wayne and I had just fallen asleep after making love at a remote cabin on my family's ranch property...* \* As soon as the first light of the rising sun began filtering through the trees and into the cabin I awoke. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked over at Wayne as he slept. He was just beautiful and I sat up and just stared at him for a few minutes evoking a feeling of deep melancholia. I loved him, as more than a friend, more than a brother, and more than a lover and had felt different around him since the day we met as not much more than kids. Still, and knowing that we were both going to go away to four year colleges before too very long, I was already mourning in anticipation of long separations and perhaps totally losing touch. I knew there was virtually no hope for a long term future where we could stay, yet alone live, together as an openly affectionate couple and romantic partners. It just couldn't be. Our friends, yet alone our parents and families, would never understand or accept it and by word and deed I knew that both sets of parents were openly hostile to the mere concept of homosexuality. Neither of us, at least at that time in history, had the courage to even acknowledge to ourselves that we might be anything other than just heterosexual men who had a special attraction, and special relationship, with another man. Besides, we were young, we weren't accountable. Maybe this was just a passing phase? As I said in an earlier chapter I don't recall that the term "gay" was used much then, beyond perhaps by members of the gay community among themselves. I don't know, since we weren't "members" of any such community and we really didn't know anyone with such inclinations besides each other. We didn't really talk about it, but in my mind and I think Wayne's as well acknowledging that we were anything beyond bisexual would have meant accepting, perhaps with self-loathing, that we were "queers" or "faggots". Heaven forbid that we ever discussed it, but I sometimes thought, well make that wondered, if Wayne somehow justified his role in our relationship as being less than queer, or certainly less queer than me, since I was the receptive partner while he was only fucking my ass as he would a woman's pussy. Of course this flew in the face of the fact that it was he who introduced me to any kind of male on male sexual touching. But, I digress here and get lost in my thoughts as I would so many times back then. With a sigh, I climbed out of the bed, across the still cold floor, grabbed the bong and numbed my mind to my insecurity and self-doubts with a few generous doses of pot. Just like that I beat those thoughts back with herbal self-medication and stuffed them into some dark recess in my mind. Sigh...a few more hits and I was once again able to function only in the reality of the moment only and the promise and anticipation of more pleasure to come. As quietly as I could because I didn't want to wake Wayne, I cracked the firebox door on the stove, stirred the coals, and put more wood onto the fire. As the fire caught on the new fuel, I adjusted the flue so it would burn more intensely, put the water kettle on the stove and started some coffee in the old blue enamelware percolator. I then put on a long sleeved thermal t-shirt and my boots only, not even bothering to lace them, grabbed an extra roll of toilet paper, a few packs of the old Wet-Nap towelettes, and a bag with some other hygiene supplies and slipped out the door en route to the outhouse. I thought my body was telling me that I needed to "take care of business" but after the frenzied anal activity of the night before I wasn't quite sure. My body knew what it wanted though and as I got closer to the toilet it began to move things in the right direction. By the time I reached the toilet seat the urge was desperate and "everything came out alright in the end" as they say. After the pounding of the night before I had half expected there to be a little rectal tearing, as evidenced perhaps by blood on the TP, but was relieved that there was none. Even back then I had already experienced this a few times when I had been a bit too ambitious in selecting some really large sex toys. I still seemed to be squeaky clean too and, with my ass cleaning up nicely, I decided against using the Fleet Enema that I had in my bag and instead just cleaned my ass, cock and balls with some Wet-Naps before heading back down the hill to the cabin. The smell of the mountain air, and feel of the cool mountain breeze on my bare cock, balls, and ass was just luscious and I found myself standing next to the cabin, genitals waving in the breeze, and reveling in the liberating freedom of being mostly naked outdoors. With a sigh, I finally turned and went back inside. Wayne was still asleep and I half chuckled to myself that maybe I'd worn him out. Then I chuckled to myself again as I thought that he'd better pull himself together because I had a big day planned and I wasn't through with him yet. I added a pair of powder blue nylon bikini panties, courtesy of one of my sisters, and some cargo shorts to my ensemble and, as is typical for me, got to work and went about my domestic routine. I grabbed a cast iron skillet out of the cupboard, put a pound of bacon in it, and put it on the stove. The coffee had started to percolate when I was outside and soon it was ready and I poured myself a cup. "Ahhh, the nectar of the gods," I thought as I took my first sip. Soon, its life giving caffeine was coursing through my veins and lifting the fog of sleep. As the bacon started to sizzle, the scent began to tickle Wayne's nose and he began to stir. He squirmed a bit, opened his eyes, closed them, and then blinked a few times as if trying to figure out where he was. He finally pushed himself so he was sitting up in bed. He looked at me in my boots, shorts, and thermal shirt and proclaimed, "Nice outfit." I responded, "Thank you. Is that all?" He squinted and quizzically said, "Good morning?" I replied, "There ya go. Good morning....LOVER?" and I walked over and gave him a quick kiss. He stood up, in all of his gorgeous nakedness, and I pulled him to me and gave him a deeper kiss. He was sporting a little morning wood which I reached down and gripped, giving it a squeeze with intent of going further till he asked, "How cold is outside? I've got to take a dump." Pushing my lustful thoughts aside I told him, "It was bit nippy half an hour ago, but I went out in only a shirt and my boots and didn't get any frost on my balls." "Good to know," he said. "I would have liked to have seen that." I said, "Hold that thought, you will." He shook his head, thought about it for a few seconds and pulled on a sweatshirt and his jeans, slipped on his boots without tying them, and headed out the door. By the time he returned I had two places set on the table with a breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast and coffee. Wayne walked up to me, pulled me in close and kissed me hard on the mouth while cupping my ass cheeks and grinding his crotch into mine. Finally pulling away from each other, we sat down to eat and Wayne just shook his head and said, "Damn. You're gonna make somebody a good wife someday," We both had a good laugh but in the back of my mind I was thinking, "If only I could." As we at breakfast Wayne asked, "So....what are we going to do today?" I responded, "Oh, I don't know, the usual. I thought maybe we'd go for a walk in the woods and I could show you what this place looks like in the daylight. I'd imagine you got pretty twisted around trapesing around in the dark last night." "How about the waterfall and that big flat rock?" Wayne asked. "Are we going to go up there?" "Oh yeah," I replied. "That's always part of the ten cent tour." "Cool," he nonchalantly replied with a twinkle in his eye...and I knew exactly what he was thinking. I got up from the table, took our dirty dishes to the sink, and began to wash them using water I'd had heating on the stove. As usual for both of us, Wayne was unable to keep his hands off me and he came up behind me, nuzzled me behind the ear, and began planting kisses on my neck while pressing his crotch into my backside. Resisting, for the time being, I looked back over my shoulder, gave him a peck on the lips, handed him the little Tupperware container with my stash and said, "Here lover, make yourself useful and roll us a few joints." "Okey dokey," he said and sat down at the table to twist up some doobies. I then finished washing the dishes and put them in the dish drainer. When I was done with the dishes I sat down at the table next to Wayne, grabbed a pinch of sensimilla from the container, and took a hit from the bong. I filled it again, handed it to Wayne and lit it for him. I then filled it again for me, then him, then me over and over again until we both had a good buzz. In the midst of this Wayne had reached over to my crotch and was fondling my cock through my shorts. My loins started to stir, I started feeling that old giddiness, and I lustfully looked him in the eye with what I'm sure was "fuck me" look, before kissing him on the lips and whispering, "Not now. Not yet. We came all the way up here, I have plans for the day, and I don't want to spend it ALL in cooped up in here fucking." With a sigh, I got up and grabbed my daypack into which I put two towels and a small bottle of "Dr. Bronner's Peppermint Castile Soap. Wayne looked puzzled! "For taking a bath under the water fall," I said. "The natural soap won't hurt the fishies and it will leave us smelling all clean and minty." Wayne just laughed. I added the tube of KY, a roll of toilet paper (you never know in the woods) the pot and bong, a canteen, a small pair of binoculars and a lighter to the provisions. I then laced up my hiking boots and, looking Wayne square in the eye, slipped my cargo shorts and panties off over the boots till I was wearing only them and my long sleeved shirt. Putting the clothes I'd removed into the backpack I told Wayne, "This is the uniform for the day. I suggest you get those pants off and dress accordingly." With a chuckle, Wayne slipped his boots off, and removed his jeans and sweatshirt and then put his boots back on and laced them up. He started to hand me his jeans till I asked, "Do you have a pair of shorts?" They're easier to put on, in a hurry, over your boots if you have to." "Why would we need to do that?" he asked. I laughed and responded, "Because it wouldn't be good to be caught naked in the woods if one of my redneck cousins, a ranch hand, or even my grandpa showed up would it? It's unlikely, since there are no cattle in here right now, but you never know. " With a nod Wayne handed me a pair of denim shorts, which I put into the backpack and, and pulled on a button down Pendleton style long sleeved shirt. I then squirted a healthy dollop of a white lotion onto my hand, rubbed them together to make them warm, and reached down and started rubbing it onto his cock and balls. His dick started to grow and he let out a barely audible moan before questioning, "Ummm. I thought we weren't going to do this right now?" I said, "Shhhh". Medicinal purposes only," before squirting more of what he now understood was sunscreen onto my hand and proceeding to rub it onto his butt cheeks while teasingly pressing my crotch against his. "You don't want to get your privates sunburned do you? I've done it before and it's not something I'd want to do again." I then kneeled in front of him, intentionally letting his dick occasionally rub against my face, while rubbing sunscreen onto one of his legs, and then the other, and teasingly paying a little extra attention to the space between his legs, perineum and ass crack. When he chuckled and intentionally started to rub his now hard cock on my face, I laughed and said, "Hey. Knock it off. This is serious business you know. I'm doing this for your own protection." I then stood up, squirted more lotion onto my hands, and began to rub it onto my ass cheeks, into the crack of my ass, and onto my balls and involuntarily hardening cock. Momentarily unable to contain myself, I put another squirt of lotion onto my palm, moved toward Wayne, pressed my pelvis into his and began to stroke our cocks together. He looked at me, sighed, and moved his face next to mine where our lips instinctively met and our tongues played in a sensual, sucking, dance. Turned on, but torn about whether I wanted have sex right then or not, I pulled away and with a sigh took a few steps back. "Oh fuck," I said. "I have such a hard time controlling myself around you. I just can't help myself." Wayne looked at me, with a crooked little grin he got when he was scheming on my body, but then took a few deep breaths as if to compose himself and said, "I know what you mean. Me too. We bring out the best, or is that beast, in each other." Fully intending to continue to prepare for our walk (or was I?), I started to finish applying the sunscreen to my exposed legs. I put a squirt in my palm, rubbed my hands together and rubbed it onto one thigh, and then the other. Then, when it came time to apply it to my shins, calves and ankles, I "innocently" faced away from Wayne and bent over deeply so my exposed ass was sticking up in the air and my puckered hole was pointed right at him. That did it! Wayne exclaimed, "Why you tease," while moving in behind me and rubbing his dick along the crack of my ass, not really seeking entrance but rather frotting, masturbating himself, against my ass. In a moment, my mind went from "Gotta get ready. Gotta go on this walk," to "Fuck that, I need this cock in me now," and I reached back, spreading my ass cheeks, so Wayne's dick was nestled between my cheeks and pressed up against my anus. He was kind of timidly pushing, more like just poking at my entrance, till I reached back, guided his sunscreen slick dick home, and pushed back so he slid past both sphincters and into my rectum in one fell swoop. "Oh fuck," he said, and I said, "Yeah....please....FUCK!!" and draped myself over the table for support. "Fuck me. Don't mess around. Just fuck me hard, fuck me fast, and fill me with your cum," I pleaded. Wayne responded by grabbing my hips and pulling me back onto his cock as he rhythmically but slowly and gently pumped in and out of my ass. Though I was enjoying, it wasn't exactly what I had in mind right then and I implored, "C'mon baby. Faster, HARDER," I yelled. "Let it go. Fuck me till you cum!!" As he increased his pace and intensity, starting to jackhammer in and out of my ass, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass cheeks was joined with groans from both of us as I tried to verbally push him over the top. Each time he pushed in I pushed back so it felt like he was bottoming out in my rectum as his hips collided with my butt cheeks. Each time he pulled out I clinched my ass together, as if trying to squeeze the cum out of him, but also giving myself wonderful sensations in the process. I wasn't even touching myself since my goal wasn't my cum....but his. He started to make little grunts and whimpers and I knew he was beginning to feel the twinges of an orgasm building up inside. "Do you feel it honey? That's it, let it go. I need you. I need to feel your cum inside me. Oh...please." I coached. Heading my call, with a quick succession of sharp thrusts as his final gasp, Wayne buried himself as deep as he could within my bowels, pulling me back onto his dick with the death grip he had on my hips, and gasped yelling, "Ohhh fuck...." as he shot his seed deep into me. As Wayne shot, and with the force of that final thrust, I got flushed, lightheaded, saw stars and felt detached from everything but the sensation of his pulsing cock in my ass. When I regained my senses, Wayne was practically lying on top me, panting as he planted kisses on my neck and side of my face as I lay draped over the table. With his dick still planted inside me, I pushed myself up till I was standing and turned my head toward him so we could kiss with our tongues frolicking inside and outside each other's mouths. I felt an oddly wet sensation, and looked down to see a string of liquid dripping from my cock and almost reaching the wooden floor. Beneath it was a puddle of what appeared to be cum but I didn't remember cumming. When I had the breath to speak, I pointed it out and said to Wayne, "I think I might have passed out, and I don't remember cumming. I don't know if I came while passed out, or if you just fucked the juices out of me and they dripped on the floor. Either way, that felt incredible. Thank you." Wayne wrapped his arms around my waste, pulling me back onto him and his now softening dick, and said, "Wow. Where did that come from? One minute we're getting ready for a walk and the next we're fucking on the table..and you....YOU....are a nasty boy for making that happen." "Damn!" I said. "I wanted to get out of the cabin without fucking this morning but my damned hungry ass has a mind of its own. You know I didn't make that happen. It couldn't be stopped. It's chemistry. It's fate. We just spontaneously combust in each other's presence and the fact that I love you probably has something to do with it as well. " "I love you too," Wayne whispered in my ear, as if it were a secret...though there was no one but us to hear it. Somewhat reluctantly, and while making a show of clenching my cheeks in mock protest of the inevitable, I let his softening dick slip from my ass, we stepped apart, and both went about tidying ourselves up a bit. I said, "Don't forget to reapply that sunscreen to your dick. You better do it yourself this time lest we end up in the same predicament as before," and I kind of policed up the cabin, hiding anything incriminating for the off chance that someone "uncool" might stop by. Finally, out the door we went and once clear of the shade from the cedar trees, and into the bright and warming sun. It felt good. It always felt good to be naked outdoors and upon realizing how warm it was, I went ahead and removed my shirt with Wayne doing the same. The day was looking like it was going to be perfect, I was blissfully happy with the company, and I had a pleasant sensation, kind of a wet and warm afterglow, that was radiating out from my thoroughly fucked ass. I was glad things had turned out the way they had, and that it spite of my plans to the contrary the day had started out with my lover planting his seed deep inside my soul. Wayne looked so darned cute, naked in just his boots and socks, and I kind of wondered if he looked at me the same way. You know, that insecure "Does he love me as much as I love him," self-doubting garbage that's haunted my relationships for my entire life. But, zip that up, put that back into that dark recess and get back on with the here and now. Wayne was slender, but with the broad shoulders of swimmer, and had soft almost effeminate facial features and styled hair layered into what was called a shag. I was slender as well, but with muscular thighs and a tight muscular ass from many years of distance running. My facial features were a bit more rugged, with freckles betraying my Scottish heritage, and I sported red mutton chop type sideburns down to my chin and long straight auburn hair down to the small of my back. If one were to look at us back then, and using today's gay vernacular the likes of which was totally unknown to us, they might have assumed that he was the "bottom" and I was the "top" instead of the other way around. It was not that we'd ever thought about it, or planned it that way, but rather it was that I was the one who had the receptive asshole and who had played with my ass and craved anal penetration almost from the day I became sexually aware. "Follow me", I said and we started up the same trail we'd walked the night before. With our cocks and balls swinging as we walked, and our asses exposed to the world, I asked Wayne what he thought about it and he replied, "It's nice. It's really nice," he said, "But I'd have a perpetual hard-on of I did this with your every day." He then wistfully asked, more to himself than to me and not expecting an answer as his voice trailed off, "Why do I feel so different when I'm with you......?" In hearing this, and being reassured that he felt much the same way as me, I began to doubt myself less and felt more secure in who I was and more rational in my feelings for Wayne. We continued on up the trail only I took a slightly different track than the night before. Instead of going through a gate that had gone unnoticed by Wayne since it had been standing open in the dark, I took a route that took us to a stile that crossed over the same fence. I chuckled out loud, and took a sharp intake of breath, as Wayne went up the steps and over the stile in front of me as, from below, the view of his ass and dangling cock and balls was exquisite. "What's so funny," Wayne asked. "Oh...nothing I responded," as I climbed the steps and went up and over the fence myself. As he looked up at my naked form as I climbed and then descended the steps, Wayne let out a chuckle of his own and I knew that he "Got the joke." We followed the trail till we were once again walking on the bank of the creek. The creek rippled and gurgled, with its soothing natural melody, and I was struck by the beauty and tranquility of the moment. When we came to some calm pools, I pointed the trout lingering in the lee of the current to Wayne. He asked, "Do you fish for the trout?" When I responded, "I often do, but not usually when I'm naked since I don't think nudity and fish hooks are a good combo," we both had a good a laugh. Covering his genitals with his hand he said, "Ouch!!" and we both laughed some more. As we continued the soft gurgle of the creek began to be overwhelmed by the louder, more urgent, sound of water cascading off rocks till we could finally see the top of the waterfall over the terrain and the air began to feel and smell wet. A little further and we could see the whole thing from the narrow notch in the top of the granite cliff from which it began its fall, to the protruding rocks two thirds of the way down which partially diffused the cascade and created a mist of droplets hovering in the air, till it all finally ended in a large pool at the base of the granite cliff. We paused to stare at it, listen to it, and marvel at its beauty and power and Wayne exclaimed, "...and I thought the "waterfall" on my folk's swimming pool was cool. I can't believe that anyone has such a natural wonder on their own property." I responded, "I know. I'm blessed. It amazes me too. My grandfather and his brothers, my great-grandfather, and my great-great-grandfather we're all incredibly smart men in that they all ensured that they had reliable water supplies on their land. This creek, and the spring that feeds the faucet in the cabin, flows even in the worst droughts. " Shaking my head I exclaimed, "It's kind of primitive here, but there's still signs of civilization. Can you imagine what this place looked like when my family first came here in the mid-1800's? It astounds me. I feel them all around me like this land is in my DNA." With that I took Wayne's hand and led him further up the trail, helping him up some steep rocks, till we stopped on a mostly flat rock right on the edge of the pool beneath the waterfall and as close as we could get to it without getting wet. I pulled the backpack off my back and retrieved one of the towels which I laid down on the rock. I then sat cross legged on it and motioned for Wayne to sit beside me. When he did, I looked him the eye, sighed, and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips. Then, reaching into the backpack, I pulled out the Tupperware container with my stash from which I got one of the joints and the lighter. I lit the joint, took a deep hit, then handed it Wayne and we began to take our turns till all that remained was the tiniest stub of a roach. Mellowed by the pot, and with my constantly racing mind calmed, I pulled off my boots and socks and set them on the rock. I then stood up and, with the little bottle of Dr. Bronner's peppermint soap in hand, made my way to the edge of the rock before stepping off into the creek. "Whoa." I said, making a shivering motion, and Wayne asked if it was cold. "Hell yeah it's cold," I responded, "It's always cold. After all, it is fed by snow melt and some deep mountain springs." I added, "But, once the initial shock is over, it's totally exhilarating and not bad at all." "Come on!!" I waited for Wayne as he removed his boots and then helped him off the rock and into the water. Once he was off the rock, and we were standing face to face, I leaned in for another kiss while reaching down and gripping his dick. When the kiss ended I laughed and said, "I thought I'd grab that while I could still find it. Once we get further into this cold water our dicks and nuts are gonna shrivel up till we can hardly find them." Leading Wayne by the hand, I continued upstream toward the falls. The spray was getting more intense around us, till it was finally deep enough that when I squatted and the water was up to my neck. "Woohoo," I screamed. "No shit....Woohoo", Wayne screamed as he dunked his head under the water. "Watch this," I said as continued to wade toward the fall, the water getting deeper and deeper and the spray more intense till the water was almost pounding on my head. At this point, footing wasn't an issue as the bottom is mostly sand and gravel. I then waded through the most intense part of the deluge, the bottom changing from sand to rock once I was "behind" the falls, till I emerged on the other side where I carefully made my way up onto a partially submerged rock, with a ledge barely above the waterline, behind the waterfall. Standing there I told Wayne to, "Come on," while cautioning, "Watch out. It gets a little slippery as you come this way. " Wayne followed my path, playfully pausing to let the water pound on his head, and once he had passed beneath and behind the waterfall I helped him up onto the ledge with me. "Pretty intense isn't it?" I queried. "No shit," he said. I pointed at our shrunken dicks and balls, pulled up into our bodies as protection from the cold water and said, "We ain't gonna do anything with those for a while. How about a bath?" I squirted some of the peppermint soap into my hand and lathered up my own chest and abdomen before turning to Wayne to and doing the same to him. Wayne said, "Give me some of that," and we proceeded to lather each other up rubbing the luscious peppermint scented suds into every nook and cranny of each other's body. I turned my back to him and when he got to my ass, thoroughly soaping up my ass crack, I pushed back and made it obvious that I wanted him to soap up my hole. "Won't it sting," he queried, and I responded, "Heck no. Maybe a little minty tingle, but what do you think I put in my enemas? It makes everything minty fresh," I laughed. Though slightly puckered from the cold water, my ass was still loose and slick from our previous night and morning of fucking and Wayne's soapy, minty, finger slid right in. His finger, chilled by the water, was an odd sensation in my hot anus and my ass involuntarily contracted around it. "Mmmm," he said. "Nice grip. No wonder it feels so nice when I fuck you." "Don't take it for granted. I work out to keep it that way," I responded as I intentionally squeezed and released my ass on his finger bringing chuckles from both us. "Your cum has been oozing out of my ass ever since we get on the trail so clean me out good." He responded by pulling his finger out, soaping it up good, shoving it back in, and working it in and out. Even in the cold water, my body began to respond and I could feel blood flowing to my cock. "Fuck," I said. That feels good but we can't go any further here. "and I pulled my ass off his finger. I then made a shallow dive off the ledge and into the pool fully submerging myself in the exhilarating cold of the water and rinsing myself off. Wayne did the same and we swam, played, and frolicked in the creek for five or ten minutes before climbing out and drying ourselves off. "Whew," I said. That'll wake you up. " "N-n-n-n-no sh-sh-shit," Wayne shivered in return. "Come on. Get your boots on. We'll go up top to catch some sun, "I said as I sat on my towel while lacing up my boots. "You mean where we were last night?" Wayne asked. "Yep. Same place. Same big ol' flat rock," I answered. "That dark moss on it makes it a heat magnet and it'll be nice and warm from soaking up the sun. We should thaw out in no time." Once Wayne had his boots on we both stood up. I gathered our stuff and put it all in the backpack with the exception of the wet towels. I hung mine around my neck and Wayne did the same with his as we started up the trail to the right of the falls. The trail at this point was just a narrow path. It was sandwiched between granite slabs and barely wide enough to put your feet side-by-side. It was almost vertical in places but situated so you could put one hand on the rock on each side as you pushed yourself up. As we climbed, I somewhat breathlessly mentioned to Wayne, "Sometimes, during very heavy rain or snow run off, the creek overflows its bank above the falls and the area where were walking becomes part of the falls with water cascading off the cliff and down the canyon. I've only seen it like that a couple of times in my life and it was awesome but kind of scary as well." "I'll bet," he said. "More like a river than a creek," and I nodded my head in agreement. As we had the night before, we emerged in a clearing at the top of the trail. There, right in the middle of that clearing was that old familiar slab of moss covered granite. Though I've described it as two king beds before, it's bigger than that and it's probably more accurate to say it's about a quarter of basketball court. I climbed up onto the rock and pulled Wayne up behind me. I then turned to look back down the canyon and pointed out the road on which we'd driven. Though we couldn't see the cabin from here, as it's nestled up in the cedars on one side of the canyon, I pointed out a huge cedar that is right next to it so Wayne had some perspective as to where we were. I pulled the binoculars out of the backpack and followed the road as far as I could while telling Wayne, "This is such a natural vantage point. If anyone comes in you can see them from miles away. Even more at night since you see their headlights before you'd see their vehicle." Turning around, I pointed out the holes in the rock where Native Americans had used it for grinding acorns while mentioning that they too must have seen it as a safe vantage point as well. We pulled the towels from around our necks, put them on the rock, and sat down. As I'd predicted, the rock had been warmed by the sun and we quickly warmed up after our dip in the frigid creek water. I laid on my back, on Wayne's right side, and stretched out to soak up the heat of the sun. Wayne looked up and down my body, his gaze lingering on my exposed cock and balls, before looking me in the eyes and leaning over to plant a kiss on my lips. I instinctively parted my lips and passively let his tongue explore my mouth. The tactile sensations were exquisite as his tongue darted here and there tickling everything from the sensitive roof of my mouth, to the space between my teeth and lips, and all over my tongue. I pursed my lips and sucked on his tongue before, with a mind of its own, my tongue snaked its way into his mouth and we began the familiar and erotic dance of deep French kissing. When he started kissing me I had instinctively closed my eyes. When I opened them I was momentarily blinded by the bright afternoon sun and I at first had a time focusing because of the closeness of Wayne's face. Still, I could see the trees and mountains around us, and hear the roaring of the falls, and the scene struck me as beautiful and I got a little teary. Wayne's eyes were still closed as he concentrated on the sensations of kissing me. He must have sensed that I was "looking" and when he opened his eyes, and they made contact with mine, he pulled back and said, "I love you Duncan," and I responded, "I--love YOU--so much!" He leaned back down, began to kiss me again, and then I felt the light touch of his hand on my cock and balls. I had already begun to grow and get hard from the kissing alone but the direct stimulation sent a rush of blood into my cock and it became taught with arousal. With his thumb extended lengthwise between my cock and my mons and abdomen, he reached down with his fingers and lightly stroked the underside of my scrotum and perineum. All the while the tip of my penis, the glans and frenulum, were also in contact with the palm of his cupped hand. With that one hand, he seemed to somehow touch every sensitive part of my aroused genitals at once. Pulling, stroking ever so gently, he used his fingertips to rub my perineum, up the underside of my scrotum, along the entire shaft of my penis, before gently pulling the head of my shaft between his thumb and fingertips. Once there, he concentrated on the corona of my glans with his thumb and frenulum with his fingertips. The sensation was glorious and I once again closed my eyes to concentrate on what I was feeling between my legs. Wayne slowly

pulled his mouth away from mine and I opened my eyes just in time to see him lowering his lips toward one of my nipples. He at first licked it gently with his tongue before pursing it between his lips and applying some light suction. I've always been a sucker for this and I said, "Harder." "What?" he said, knowing full well what I had asked. "Harder," I again said. "Suck it harder. Bite it. Oh please bite it." I pleaded and Wayne obliged by taking my now hard nipple between his teeth and applying a moderate amount of pressure before again applying hard suction. He went back and forth for a few minutes, alternating between biting and sucking, all the while fondling and teasing the tip of my dick till...suddenly...he stopped. I thought, "Here it comes," fully expecting him to position himself for shot at my ass before realizing he was climbing up and sitting on my thighs. He positioned himself so he could grab both our dicks in his hand and began to rub them together. I knew exactly where he was going with this and it was one of my favorite, and one of the first, sexual activities I had done with him. Wayne continued to rub our penis together while bending over at the waste, once again kissing me, and entrapping our penises between both of our bodies. As was usual, my embarrassingly copious pre-seminal fluid provided ample lubricant for our penises. Wayne concentrated on maintaining maximum, and continuous, contact between our glans as he stroked and occasionally added some of his own spit into the mix to keep my pre-seminal fluid wet and slippery. When he started to feel like he was getting close, and certainly knowing that I was feeling the same, he let go of my penis and slid forward till he sitting on my chest with his cock only inches from my face. I reached around him, and down to my cock, and stroked myself with increasing intensity and longing for release. Finally, Wayne's breathing became raspy and erratic and he started to moan as his penis began to shoot rope after rope of hot semen onto my chest and face and into my hair and now open mouth. His orgasm sent me over the edge and I squirted my load onto his back, his buttocks and onto and around my own pubes. Though this was now one of my favorite shared sexual activities, it wasn't always this way and my mind shot back to memories of when it wasn't. The first time we had ever done this, in what now seemed like the distant past and a different life, I had become so ashamed and enraged when Wayne came onto my chest and face that I had bucked him off my chest and actually cried as I had quickly cleaned myself off. I had felt dirty and confused. Just like this time, it was pleasurable for me and I had also cum but the thought of having his cum on my chest and face, and even on my lips, had left me ashamed as it pierced my carefully constructed façade that "I could not be gay?" In weird way, I think those memories actually made it more intense when we now did it. Now, here, on top of a hill in the mountains and totally exposed, it felt right and I was happy to have my lover cum on me and I on him. I was in no hurry to separate and clean any of it off and pulled him down onto me and we once again kissed. I spread my legs so we had maximum genital contact and as we squirmed around, cock on cock, his cum pressed between our bodies, I reached down to his butt and spread my cum all over his ass and back with my hands. Then I brought my cum covered hands up to my face where I spread it on my cheeks, comingling it with his, and inhaling the erotic scent before licking my fingers and sticking them into his mouth as well. He licked them hungrily and seductively sucked them, one digit at a time, into his mouth. Even here, and out in the open, the scent of our cum permeated my nostrils, tickled my senses, and left me feeling mellowed and content but still highly aroused. "My god this is glorious up here, "Wayne said, "Naked, my ass hanging in the breeze, sun on my back, and laying on top of you!! It all feels so right." "....and on rock on which generations of my family have probably been fucking and the Indians before that," I added. "There must be some powerful sexual karma in this place," and we both had a good laugh. He let out a deep sigh, laid his head in the crook between my neck and shoulder and lay still for some time. When he suddenly became heavy, and his breathing became deep, I realized he'd fallen asleep on top of me. I relaxed and lay there for some time myself before stirring and saying, "Pssst. Psst. Wayne. Wayne. If you don't want to sunburn that pretty white ass of yours you'd better roll over." He stirred, rolled off of me and onto his back on the other towel. I sat up so I could look down on him admiring his beautiful form. I leaned over and planted a few gently kisses on his lips. I then, and somewhat reluctantly, stood up and did a half assed job of cleaning up my chest, face and hair with my towel. Laughing, I threw my towel at Wayne and said, "Here. Clean yourself up. You're a mess." Wayne sat up and joked, "Well I didn't know we were going anywhere where I had to dress up." I said, "Funny you should mention that. But here's your shorts and shirt. The next trail is kind of overgrown and we probably shouldn't have our cocks and balls hanging out." I pulled my blue panties and khaki cargo shorts on over my boots and put my thermal shirt on. Wayne put on his denim shorts and Pendleton shirt and handed me the cum soiled towel which I stuffed back in the backpack. Then, I turned to the east, jumped off the big rock, and started walking up hill along the top of our current ridgeline. Wayne asked, "Where are we going?" "To my treehouse. "I responded. I turned and pointed back downhill and toward a canyon in the northwest and said, "It's actually down there. We could go direct, in a straight line, but that would mean losing all of the elevation we've gained so far and then a steep climb back up the other side. I'd rather go this way, climb a little bit at first, and then go along the side hill before dropping down onto the spot. I've known these trails since I was a kid. It's like keeping the high ground. I hate to lose any elevation till I have to. It's something my dad taught me while hunting." Wayne said he understood and added, "You're very fortunate. I can't imagine hunting with my dad. In fact, I've rarely seen him out of a business suit." He was right, I was fortunate, and it kind of punctuated the difference between the lives we'd led. His dad was a banker, my dad was raised a farm boy, became a cop and by marrying into my mom's family had also become a cowboy. We walked slightly uphill along the ridge on which the flat rock was perched. We weren't nearly to the top of the mountain range on which this little portion of the ranch was situated and the summit loomed over 3,000 feet above us. After proceeding up the ridge at a pace that made my thighs burn and took our breath away, I turned left and we descended a little into the creek bed. There, we walked across a large fallen log; to the other side of the creek and started up the other side. On up we went, then to the left for a mile or so. I kept us on the side hill and we descended and climbed only slightly, up and down, at the upper end of a number of little draws and spurs that extended off the main slope. Finally, we reached the upper end of the draw to which I was heading. Descending just slightly into it, we then climbed to the spur on the far side and paused. I pointed to lush foliage just below where we'd crossed and said to Wayne, "You see all the greenery down there? There's a spring that comes out of the mountain there. It forms a small creek and then joins the bigger creek down below. We call this spot Sherwood Forest because it's so overgrown, lush and green all year, and teeming with wildlife. You could hide a band of Merry Men down there...," I laughed. "There's a huge oak down there," I said pointing, "I think it rivals the 800-year-old Major Oak in the real Sherwood Forest. We have names for a lot of the places around here. Some are new to my generation while others have existed since before my mom was a kid. A few ridges over is Hole In The Wall...named after Butch Cassidy's hideout. " I continued to lead us down, along the top of the spur, before dropping steeply off the left side and down into Sherwood Forest. The path was choked with thick foliage like scrub oaks and manzanita, and even some red huckleberry, as well as fallen trees and detritus. As we made our way through it I pointed at some thorny bushes and said to Wayne with a laugh, "Do you see why we put our pants back on?" and he responded, "Holy crap, yes!" We finally emerged in a clearing on the side hill of the spur and I stopped. From here you could see the rocky outcropping from which the spring emerged as well as the relatively flat bottom of the spur where the creek flowed. A hundred yards across the way, the other spur which formed the draw gently sloped toward us as well. We were under the canopy of the forest with a fairly clear view of the draw in three directions. We stood there for a few minutes, basically under the canopy of a huge oak, and listening to the sound of all manner of wildlife before I said to Wayne, "Turn around." He turned around, facing slightly up the hill and said, "Wow. What is that" I explained to him that what he was looking at was a tree stand. It was securely mounted to the side of a big oak and we used it to hunt deer in season or just observe the wildlife. We also used it to watch for poachers who would drop down into our land from the National Forest above. 25 feet up in the tree there was a steel mesh platform, with a padded bench seat for two, and a ladder mounted to the trunk that you climbed to get to it. "Is it safe?" Wayne asked and I said, "Heck yeah. That ain't no rickety tree house. It was commercially made. My dad and I, along with his buddies and some of their kids, lugged all of the parts up here years ago. It requires a little adjustment, tightening and maintenance each season but it's very firmly attached to the tree." With that, I started up the ladder and, after removing the backpack which I hung from a spike sticking out of the trunk, I had a seat. I motioned for Wayne to come up behind me and, with a little trepidation and a swallow, he came up after me. I folded down the "shooting rail", that you could use to steady a rifle while aiming and shooting, and told him, "See, a safety bar, just like at the amusement park. Let's be kind of quiet and see what comes along." I reached into the backpack, got out the little bong which I filled with water from the canteen and handed the canteen to Wayne for a drink. I took a drink myself before putting it back in the pack and pulled out the pot and lighter. We then handed the bong back and forth between us, each of us taking half a dozen hits before I put it away. The pot was good. I always had good pot and it left us both feeling quite mellow and euphoric. Wayne watched in amazement as a constant parade of wildlife ventured into our field of view and cavorted about. Though impressed and happy, I wasn't quite as "amazed" since I'd been here many times before and had seen far more exotic animals than the birds and squirrels that were before us now. I'd seen coyote, deer, bear, and even a mountain lion from this very spot. Wayne put his right arm around me and I leaned over so my head was resting on his chest. He ran the fingers of his left hand through my hair and, with a sigh, I melted further into him. Reaching with my right hand, I rubbed the top of Wayne's right leg, up and down, from the knee and up the thigh to his hip. As I rubbed, I could see the bulge, the vague outline of his penis becoming larger and more pronounced through his denim shorts and, of course, I had to touch it. Noting what I'd done to him just by rubbing his leg I said, "Oh fuck. Look at that. What have I done? It doesn't take much with us does it?" He responded, "No. It never did. It never does." I cupped the outline of his penis in my hand and begin to trace it, squeezing it, from the tip, to the base, to the balls and back again several times. As he grew, the outline of his glans became more obvious and I concentrated my attentions there for a time before starting the process all over again. With a desire, a need, to feel flesh on flesh I slid my hand up the leg of Wayne's short denim cutoffs and let out a satisfied "Mmmmm" when I found his balls which I lightly rubbed and teased for a bit before sliding my hand further up to his dick. Again I rubbed it, the length of the underside nestled in my palm, while I fondled the tip with my fingertips but, frustrated by the tight confines of his shorts, I wanted more. Pulling my hand from the within the leg of Wayne's shorts, I sat up and moved my face to his where our lips and tongues collided in a passion filled kiss. It wasn't just about the sex with us. It never had been and from the moment we'd first met there had been a special chemistry between us. His eyes looked into my soul, and mine into his, and they had long before there was anything sexual between us. We were kindred spirits, somehow meant to be together, and once we'd met there was no stopping the inevitable love that developed between us. My hand meanwhile had remained in Wayne's lap as I continued to squeeze and rub his cock through his shorts. While looking him in the eye, and no doubt with a bit of a leer on my face, I unbuttoned his shorts and lowered his zipper. I reached into his fly and grabbed his hot and fully erect cock in my hand, gripping it, squeezing it, stroking it, and rubbing the lubricated slit with my thumb. Seemingly involuntarily, he closed his eyes as if concentrating on the sensations. I slid off the seat and onto my knees beside Wayne, my face above his crotch, on the narrow expanded-steel platform. This turned out to be a little rough on my knees so I slid my cargo shorts halfway down my legs to pad them. This left my fully engorged cock protruding out of the blue skimpy blue panties which couldn't come close to containing it. I then grabbed the waistband of Wayne's shorts and gave them a tug. Upon feeling this, Wayne momentarily lifted his butt slightly up off the chair and I slid his shorts to his ankles. His cock freed, it sprang to attention in all of its fully erect glory. I wrapped my right hand around his balls, with my thumb and index finger encircling the base of his cock and squeezed. It became even more hard and I stared up at Wayne's face while licking the corona and occasionally taking just the glans entirely into my mouth. It felt, and tasted, luscious in my mouth and the sensations I was feeling on my lips and tongue were at least as arousing to me as the sensations he was feeling on his cock. At first Wayne's eyes were closed but then he opened them and he sighed when we made eye contact. It must have been a bizarre site. Here he was sitting on a padded bench in a tree, his pants around his ankles, staring into his lover's eyes who had his lips wrapped around his cock. In the background, the ground was at least twenty five feet below as it sloped away into a draw where a tiny creek was flowing. Surrounding him was an oak and pine forest canopy. Manzanita, other bushes, and native grasses covered the ground and birds and other wildlife cavorted about. Wayne half sighed, and half spoke, as he said, "Ah fuck Duncan. This is so fucking hot but...isn't it a little dangerous to be doing this up here?" Only briefly taking my lips from around his cock, but with it still touching my face, I shushed him and responded, "Shhhhh! Relax, it's perfectly safe. Before we made this trip, I had ideas, almost images, of the places up here I wanted to have sex with you and this is one of them. I saw this in a dream and we're making it come true. You just sit back, take in the scenery, and I'll take care of the rest." Upon hearing that, he reached down, stroked my face and ran his fingers through my long hair, before leaning back in the seat and whispering, "Really? What a romantic you are lover." "Yep," I said, "I watched this scene in my dreams and I know how it's going to end," as I wrapped my lips around his penis and flicking my tongue in and out of the slit When I'd noticed that he'd closed his eyes again I said, "Try to keep your eyes open lover. I want you to see me. I want you to know where you are. I want you to remember this moment forever," and I took him into my mouth once again. I started out as before with only his glans in mouth as my tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge of his corona and into and out of the slit. Spitting on the head, and wetting my lips, I gently bobbed up and down as I sucked only the taught and bulbous head into and out of my mouth. Wayne squirmed as if trying to escape the possibly too intense sensations but, perched in the tree as we were, he had nowhere to go. With his dick nestled between my lips, I chuckled at his predicament and looked up at him with a broad, impish, grin. He looked down at me and with a bit of a laugh said, "You look like the Cheshire Cat with a dick in your mouth." "Who....are....you?" I said before realizing and saying, "Oh wait, that's the caterpillar. It doesn't matter. It still feels like Wonderland." With that I gripped his cock between my thumb and index finger and sucked on the tip mimicking the action of The Caterpillar sucking on a hookah. Blowing on the wet tip while saying it I breathed out, "Whooo...are...youooo," as if talking to his dick. I then wrapped my index finger and thumb only around the ridge of his glans and made short fast strokes, almost vibrating, while flicking my tongue on the tip as fast as I could go. Wayne threw his head back, again squirming at the intense sensations, and said, "Oh fuck! Now I know I've fallen down the rabbit hole." Sensing that he might be close to cumming, and wanting this to last, I just let his cock sit in mouth for a few moments before laving it again with slow gentle motions. Every now and then I'd try to deep throat him, trying to take his entire length into my mouth and throat, which would eventually cause me to gag and I'd have to retreat. Though we'd been sexually active with each other for years, anal sex was still relatively new to us and we'd tried oral sex for the first time only the night before. Still, I had practiced deep throating with a dildo and I was determined since the thought of swallowing his whole dick, and the pleasure it might give him, turned me on so very much. Plus, from the small number of porn films I'd seen to that date, mostly on my brother-in-law's 8mm collection, I thought deep throating was expected when giving oral sex. Time and time again I tried, and time and time again I gagged and failed, till I shifted my position so I my knees were on the bench right next to where he was seated and I was facing down toward his feet. This made my throat align more directly with the angle of this dick but it put me in a bit more of a precarious position in our tree stand perch. Finally, concentrating, calming myself, I slid my mouth over his cock till my lips were wresting in his pubes and the tip of his cock was deep in my throat. I let it rest there, feeling his pulse along his whole length, before sliding back out. Once I got it down, I seemed to have more gag reflex pulling out then going in and I was drooling copiously. I did this over again, interspersed with moments of stroking his drool covered dick with my hand while my mouth and tongue slid over and around the tip, till his breathing and moans let me know he was getting close. I then slid back down onto my knees on the deck and stroked him with my hand till I felt his cock start to stiffen as his prostate made that initial contraction before releasing and starting it's pulsing and pumping. I took him deep for the first few jets before opening my mouth and letting him squirt onto my tongue and lips. I then took him deep again, sliding him in and out of my cum lubricated mouth, as I cleaned his dick and swallowed his cum drop by precious drop. I had been too busy ministering to his cock with one hand, while holding onto the tree stand with other lest I fall out, to pay any attention to my own cock but it was aching hard, dripping pre-cum, and begging for release from my blue panties. I sat my nearly bare ass back down onto the bench, pulled the panties aside to free my cock and balls, and stroked my cock only a few times before the inevitability of an orgasm began welling from within me. Wayne's eyes had still been closed from the intense pleasure I'd just given him and he opened them just as I angled my dick toward his crotch and began to cum all over his pubes and balls. When my orgasm subsided, I reached over and gently rubbed my cum deep into his pubes, making as much of a mess as possible, while saving some to rub into mine as well. I wanted us both to smell of cum cologne for later. Wayne forcefully pulled my head toward his and our mouths collided , my cum covered lips against his, our tongues dancing and darting in and out of the deepest recesses, till we both sat back to catch our breath. "Holy fuck!" Wayne said. "Where did you learn that?" I laughed and said, "You know me. I'm a bookworm. I learned it at the library." and we both laughed out loud. There we were. In a tree, pants still down around our ankles, crotches coated with cum and I felt like it was the most natural yet exhilarating thing in the world. I leaned over toward Wayne, snaked my hand up inside his shirt and caressed his chest and tickled his nipples. We gently kissed, tongue on tongue, lips on lips, with a little playful nipping and sucking along the way. All the while I was teary, and almost sobbing, as I proclaimed my love for him over and over again. When I pulled back I noted that he was teary too. We looked each other up and down, and into one another's eyes, and we both bit our lips to avoid talking about the elephant in the room, our straight lives back home. I then reached into the backpack hanging from the tree, pulled out a joint, and we eagerly smoked it to numb our minds to anything but the pleasures and contentment of the here and now. Though I accepted my self-nature much later, self-medicating was the only way I could deal with my Christian guilt, and obviously homosexual tendencies, in the heterosexual world in which I lived. As we sat there finishing the last few tokes on the joint, I was listening to the wind rustle through the trees when I suddenly realized that the temperature had dropped drastically. The wind was kicking up and the sky was getting dark with clouds. Nestled back in the little canyon as we were, and with the dense canopy of trees around us, I couldn't tell if this was just a few passing clouds or the leading edge of a storm and I said to Wayne, "I hate to harsh your mellow, but we'd better get down off the mountain and back to camp since it looks like a storm might be coming. It can cool down quick and get nasty in a hurry up here." Looking up at the sky Wayne responded, "Oh shit! Where did that come from? All kind of stuff sneaks up on you when you're having fun." I stood up on the platform and found that I was a bit wobbly. I steadied myself against the tree and said to Wayne, "I don't know if I'm dizzy from the pot, from being cooped up on this little platform, or from the afterglow of sex. Be careful when you stand up." Wayne looked at me, laughed, and responded, "Or, it could be because your pants are still down around your ankles." I looked down at the panties, tucked to the side with my cock and balls still swaying, then at my shorts wrapped around my ankles and laughed as well. I tucked my cock and balls back into the panties which, again, could barely contain them and as I had earlier in the cabin pointed my ass at Wayne as bent to pull up my shorts. Wayne said, "That ass looks real nice but I thought you said we had to get down out of here." Acting surprised I said, "Why, what are you talking about? I was just pulling up my shorts. Why you dirty minded little boy." With a smack on my ass from his open palm Wayne responded, "Why you little tease. I should give you a good spanking and fuck you right here." "You're right," I responded. "No time to fuck, but you can give me another slap if you want and a spanking later." He responded by giving me a couple of good hard slaps on both ass cheeks followed by a couple of kisses on the red marks he'd left on my behind. The smacks on my ass stung real good and the jolts to my prostate reminded me or more to come later. We both finished pulling ourselves together, I grabbed the backpack, and down the ladder we went. We could have dropped right into the bottom of the draw, and followed the little creek to where it joined the larger one at the bottom of the canyon, but like before I opted to climb a little so we were walking on top of the spur. This took us to a flat, above the north side of the canyon, from which we could look down onto the pond and cabin. I pointed to where the smaller creek joined the larger one and told Wayne, "If we'd followed that down, we'd have come out on this side of the pond and creek with no way to get across but to go way back upstream to get past the marsh where the creek enters the lake before crossing. By coming this way, we'll come out below the dam and we'll be able to walk back on the road and across the culvert to get to the cabin." "How do you know all this shit?" he responded and I answered, "It's in my blood. I've covered every inch of this property on foot or horseback since I was a kid. By the way, look how dark those clouds are getting. I think we'd better get to hoofing it back to the cabin," and I quickly led us down the slope and off the mountain. Just as we hit the bottom of the slope and emerged onto the dirt road the first raindrops on the leading edge of the storm began to fall. We weren't far from the cabin at all, maybe 200 yards, and I accelerated our pace as we walked across the creek at the culvert and uphill toward the cabin. The pace of the rain picked up as well, and we were getting soaking wet, but it really didn't matter since we weren't wearing much in the way of clothing anyhow. As we reached the cabin, we paused and as I pointed out the ridge from which we'd just come a lighting strike crackled from that direction followed almost immediately by the boom of thunder. "Whoa!" Wayne said. "That was close," I responded and we hurried inside. It was just in time too as the rain quickly became a downpour and the lightning and thunder increased with frequent cracks of lightning followed by the boom of thunder bouncing off the canyon walls. With the cabin nestled under the cedars on the north slope of a mountain it really doesn't get any direct sunlight and thus was considerably colder than the outside air. The fire in the stove had died down while we were out and about so I cracked open the door to the firebox, added some kindling and a few logs, and began to blow on the few remaining coals. They got brighter and brighter with each puff of air till, finally, the kindling ignited followed by the logs. Once the fire was well established, I added a few more logs and closed the firebox. By now, our soaked cloths and bodies, and the cold air in the cabin, had put a good chill on both of us and we were both shivering a bit. I reached into my backpack, retrieved a few towels, and told Wayne to dry off while I started to do the same. He at first was drying himself over and around his clothing and I said, "That'll never do. Here, let me help." I walked over and dried his hair, intentionally tousling it in the process. He looked cute as could be with his layered shag damp and disheveled. I then moved closer and gave him a big juicy kiss on the lips while reaching for the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off over his head. I then hung it from the open rafters above the stove to dry. "Let's get those boots off, Here, have a seat," I said as I pulled a chair out from under the table. "I'd just pull your shorts down and off over them but they're a bit muddy and we I don't want to make a mess of your shorts." Wayne plopped his ass down in the chair and I motioned for him to give me his boot. He raised one off the floor and I unlaced it and pulled it off his foot. I then did the same with the other. Feeling his sock, and noting it was dry, I elected to leave it on due to the chill in the cabin and cold wooden floor. I then grabbed the hem of his shorts and pulled them off while he lifted his butt off the chair to give me a hand. As I went to hang his shorts on the rafters I noticed the inside was coated with the cum that I'd rubbed into his pubic hair at the tree house and probably also some pre and post ejaculatory fluid. Waving them under my nose and giving an exaggerated sniff I laughed and said, "Mmmm. Cummy shorts. Why was I so worried about a little mud," and I hung them in the rafters as well. Wayne stood up, and while drying himself the rest of the way off, proclaimed, "It's a little cold in here. I'm climbing into the sleeping bag till it warms up a bit." "Sounds like a good idea," I responded as I removed my boots and pulled off my shirt, shorts and panties. I hung the shirt and shorts in the rafters above the stove and threw my cum stained panties in the general direction of my laundry bag. Even if I didn't intend to wear them again on this trip, I didn't want wet clothes festering in the laundry. I then stirred the fire in the stove and stuffed a few more small logs into the firebox before climbing into the bed next to Wayne. On the way, I grabbed a pack of Oreo cookies. "I don't know about you but I'm starved, and I've got the munchies," I said while grabbing a few and handing the pack to Wayne. "Awe...Oreos in bed. It doesn't get any better than this," Wayne said while munching two at a time, "Plus we need the energy to warm up." Once we'd had our fill of cookies I set them aside and I scooted up next to him spooning his backside for warmth. He flinched a little, involuntarily pulled away, and said, "Whoa. You feel like an icicle." Feigning hurt, I rolled onto my other side and pulled slightly away. Wayne immediately rolled back toward me, wrapped his arm over me while pulling me toward him, and spooned my backside. Smiling, I pushed my butt back toward him till I could feel his penis nestled against the cleft between my cheeks and sighed. "Sorry," Wayne said. "It's OK," I replied. "This is the way it's supposed to be," and I pushed myself even deeper back into his warmth while wiggling my butt against his cock. By now the storm was really getting busy outside. The wind was driving the heavy rain against the walls and thin roof of the cabin. When it began to sound like small pebbles were hitting the roof I realized that it had begun to hail. The wind was howling through the cedar trees which creaked and moaned as their branches swayed, and the occasional jagged bolt of lightning was illuminating the inside of the cabin followed in short order by the boom of thunder. Daylight was waning outside and, with it getting quite dark in the cabin, the flashes of lightning seemed more intense and more dramatic. "It looks like no nighttime walk for us tonight, "I said, "And it looks like I won't be able to fulfill one of my bucket list items." "What was that?" Wayne responded. "Oh, nothing really," I answered. "I just wanted you to fuck the cum out of me while we lay on the dock under the stars. Even if the rain slowed down enough for us to try it, we'd probably get struck by lightning out there. But what a ride it would be!" "Why you naughty boy," Wayne exclaimed, "Yeah, that would be crazy. Can you imagine if we got struck by lightning while doing it and we we're frozen in that position? Whoever found us could never unsee it. " "A new family legend would be born. Oh the shame of it all, "I laughed. "Snuggle up. It's too early to make dinner and still too cold in here. I'll get up and cook once it warms up." I pushed my bare backside further into the security of Wayne's body and he draped his arm over me, snuggling as close as possible, as well. I closed my eyes and, soon, the rhythm of the rain on the roof and the wind in the trees had lulled both of us to sleep. After a few hours something woke me up, I think silence, and I opened my eyes. The cabin was totally dark and I lay there listening for a few minutes before sliding out from under Wayne's embrace. The silence could mean one of two things and while I kind of feared one of them I also anticipated it with childlike excitement. I stood up, totally nude and exposed, and cautiously made my way over to the table where I felt around till I found a box of wooden matches. Striking one, I found the hurricane lamp sitting on the table and lit it. I then lit two more, one that was mounted to the wall and the other hanging from the rafters above the sink. The room became bathed in the comforting yellow glow of the oil fired lamps and, looking at Wayne as he slept, I felt melancholic at the thought that this was the last night of our weekend together. Going about my housekeeping, as is typical for me, I opened the firebox on the stove, stirred the coals around a bit, added some more wood and after closing the firebox adjusted the draw so the stove was burning hotly but efficiently. All the while, I was apprehensive about how quiet it seemed outside. Tiptoeing over to my backpack, I grabbed a set of blue polypropylene thermal underwear, tops and bottoms, and slipped them on. I used these when running in inclement weather and they fit me like a second skin, hugging every curve. I then slipped on my hiking boots, grabbed a flashlight, and stepped out the cabin door and onto the small porch. The cold hit me in the face and I instantly knew

why it was so quiet. I was both thrilled and apprehensive about what I saw. Snowflakes danced in the flashlight beam and, shining it around, I noted that there was already at least two inches on the ground. I went back in and hurried over to the stove to warm myself up. I had planned on barbecuing hamburgers for dinner but, with the barbecue now covered with snow, I knew that was out of the question so I instead grabbed a frying pan out of the cupboard and went about making the patties. I had turned my back to the room to slice some onions when I heard I heard Wayne say, "What time is it?" "I don't know," I responded, "I didn't even bring a watch with me but I'd suspect around eight. Let's see if we can find out," and I fiddled with my radio-cassette player till I found the only FM station in our town on the dial. My dad was an amateur radio operator and this was really his. It was a "boom box" with a cassette, FM, shortwave, and great sound before the rest of the world knew what a boom box was. The sounds of classic rock soon filled the room though we didn't know it would ever be "classic rock" back then. It was just the music of our generation. "It sounds like the storm calmed down." Wayne said. I walked over to where he was sitting, upright in the bed and still partially wrapped in the sleeping bag, and bent over giving him a kiss. "You'd think so," I said while handing him his backpack, "Pull on some clothes, I've got something to show you." Wayne fished around in his backpack, pulled out a pair of waffle knit thermals, and pulled them on. He then just slipped on his boots without tying them. Overwhelmed with a sudden wave of affection, I said, "You look cute in those. Kind of like Farmer John" as I pulled him to me and gave him a kiss which quickly turned into a playful dance of the tongues. "You look cuter still," he said. "What are those?" "Polypro thermals," I said. "They fit like tights don't they? I like the way they feel on my skin too. They make me feel. . . SOOO SEXY," and we both had a laugh. Grabbing the flashlight, and taking him by the hand, I led him out the door and closed the door behind us. "Whew," he said, "It sure got cold in a hurry." "That's only half of it," I responded as I turned on the flashlight exposing the falling snowflakes and accumulation on the ground. "Holy shit! Isn't it a little late in the year for that," he exclaimed and, I explained, "We're at 6,500 feet in the Southern Sierras. Weather changes quickly up here. I've been up here when it snowed on the Fourth of July. I just hope we can still get out of here tomorrow. We have two issues, one, with all the rain we had earlier and now the snow the road may be too soft and muddy in places especially if the snow starts to melt. The other is if the snow gets too deep or if everything ices over. We'll know in the morning but my thought is that we try to get out relatively early while the wet ground is still a little frozen solid and hope that it's not too icy. At least it's a plus that your old VW van has most of the weight above the drive axle." "I'm a city boy. I don't know anything about this kind of thing. Whatever you think is best will work for me," Wayne responded. I smiled, turned face to face and gave him kiss on the lips while cupping his ass cheek to steer him back inside. Once inside, I turned up the music and continued making dinner. It wasn't long before the DJ announced that it was nine-o-clock so we at least had a point of reference. "Nine-o-clock? No wonder I'm so hungry," I exclaimed as I flipped the burgers in the pan. I looked over and saw that Wayne was sitting at the table, my Tupperware stash container in front of him, and was rolling one joint after another. He'd also retrieved the Oreo cookie stash from next to the bed and was munching away on one. "If you spoil your dinner I'll have to give you a spanking, "I exclaimed. He made a big show out of eating another and said, "Then that's two of us who are owed a spanking," he said. The thought of that reminded me of the spanking promised earlier and brought a twinge of arousal and anticipation to my groin. Wayne then lit a joint and took a few drags before bringing it to me as I cooked. Realizing how warm it was next to the stove he huddled close to it, and to me, and we passed the joint back and forth each taking our hits in turn as I tended the hamburger patties. As I looked at the two of us in our thermal underwear, the thought struck me that it looked something like a pajama party and I wished that I had a footed Union Suit with the drop bottom. Now THAT would have been fun. Finally, with everything ready, I put all of the hamburger fixings on the table and we dug in like we were starved. "Ooops, I forgot something," I said as I retrieved a few 7UPs from the ice chest and fished around in the groceries. Finding what I wanted, a bottle of Seagram's Seven Crown, I mixed us each a tall 7 and 7 and sat back down. "Ah, that is nice," I said. "My sister takes such good care of me," referring to the fact that it was she who always bought me alcohol before I was of legal drinking age. We ate, we drank, and we got drunk. We smoked pot, a lot of pot, and we got very high. We listened to the radio, we made locker room talk about girls and our girlfriends like any "normal" young men would though, for that time, many people would have considered us far from "normal". Earlier, with the wind blowing so hard outside, the wood stove in the cabin had a hard time keeping the drafty old cabin warm but now, with the wind calm and even though it was snowing outside, it was getting warm, almost hot, and cozy inside. When we'd had our fill of the burgers I got up from the table, cleared off and threw away the paper plates and plastic utensils, and put the condiments and leftovers back into the ice chest. I then set about cleaning the frying pan and spatula I'd used to cook the burgers. With a wobbly "Whoa", Wayne got up and followed me to the sink with yet another joint in his hand. "Why do you that?" he asked with a chuckle. "Do what?" I responded, truly puzzled. "Why do you always clean up right after a meal? Why do you set up camp before doing anything else? And for crying out loud, why have you always done your homework, from the day we met, before coming out to play?" he said as he playfully rubbed his groin against my ass. I laughed, and turned, cupped his genitals though his pants and looking him straight in the eyes said, "I don't know. It's partially my upbringing and partially a mental disorder I guess," I said while crossing my eyes and making a goofy face. "Dirt, clutter and disorganization make me feel uncomfortable and almost claustrophobic, plus, I just always like I to have the loose ends tidied up before I 'play'." He leaned in to kiss me and without losing lip to lip contact I continued, "I don't suppose that 'play' had the same urgency back then as it does today," and I let his tongue explore the deepest recesses of my mouth. When he pulled back he said, "Wow. That sure was a strong onion you put on the burgers." While laughing I said, "You see. That's why you take care of the details before you play. Now go brush your teeth and get ready for bed. Do you have to pee?" When he said, "Yes!" I said "Hold on, I'll be right with you." We slipped our jackets on over our thermal underwear, I grabbed a flashlight, and we stepped out the door and into the cold and darkness. Though still falling, the intensity of the snow had diminished and it was now just small flakes lazily floating to the ground. We walked over to the side of the cabin and, still partially protected under the eaves, relieved ourselves into the garden. We then walked around to the other side and I shined the beam of the flashlight toward the lake. We could see that there was only around an inch of accumulation, maybe two at the most, and I mentioned that I thought we'd be OK to drive out in the morning. Barely dressed as we were, it didn't take long for the cold to creep through our clothes and we quickly hurried inside. We hurried over to the stove to warm back up and I filled the firebox with wood. I then poured some hot water into a wash basin and made a show of washing my face and brushing my teeth while raising my eyebrows and giving Wayne my, "I yam what I yam" face. I then dumped the wash basin, refilled it with hot water, and said to Wayne, "It's all yours" and he went about cleaning up as well. While he was at the sink, I had poured myself another pan of hot water and had stepped away from the sink into the far corner of the cabin. I took off my shoes and socks, removed the bottoms of my thermal underwear, and went about cleaning my semi-hard cock, balls and ass, cummy from the day's activities, with a warm washcloth. When Wayne was done at the sink he turned around, saw what I was doing, and said "I never would have thought of doing that." I said, "That's OK. You don't have to, because I'm going to do it for you." I pulled up a chair, put a towel down on it, and motioned for him to sit. As soon as he plopped himself down in the chair I pulled off his boots and motioned for him to raise his butt so I could pull off his thermal bottoms. His erect penis instantly stood at attention and I asked, "Have you been running around with a hard on all night?" and he responded, "No. Only half turned on. The blood rushed into it in a hurry when you said you were going to give me a mountain sponge bath." "Glad to be of service," I said. I wet a washcloth and started by cleaning his mons, the cleft where his thighs met his groin, and his perineum while deftly avoiding his cock and balls. As soon as the wet and warm washcloth touched his skin he moaned, threw his head back, and I could see his cock become more engorged. I repeatedly cleaned and rinsed this area, frequently dipping the washcloth into the warm water, before finally gently cupping his balls in the washcloth and giving them the same treatment. By the time I wrapped the warm washcloth around his penis, and gently began to rub it up and down, his breathing was deep and ragged. When I could no longer resist the temptation, and with the warm washcloth still wrapped around his shaft, I slid my mouth over the tip of his penis and began to gently flick my tongue into his slit and under and around his corona and glans. Wayne's ass involuntarily squirmed in the chair at my touch. After teasing the tip of his cock with my tongue like this for a while, I laid the washcloth aside and wrapped my bare hand around his shaft and began to move it up and down while bobbing my mouth up and down around the head in unison. I continued like this, occasionally dipping my hand in the warm water so it was like an extension of my wet and warm mouth. Occasionally, I moved my mouth from the tip of his penis, quickly replaced by my hand, so I could retrieve some of his precum which, when mixed with the warm water, made his shaft delightfully slippery. Wayne's eyes were closed most of the time, as he apparently concentrated on the sensations. Finally, and seemingly involuntarily, he stretched his legs out rigid before him, his skin on his cock became as taught as it could possibly be, and with a guttural moan he began to shoot jet after jet of hot semen into my mouth as I applied copious suction in an attempt to draw as much out as possible. I swirled his cum around on my tongue, tasting it, enjoying the texture and sensation, before swallowing it down. I then retrieved the warm wash cloth from the water, and gave his penis a few more strokes, before standing up and kissing him hard on the mouth. "Oh my God," Wayne exclaimed. "What made you think of that?" "You know me, "I answered. "Just something I fantasized about doing weeks ago and I do nothing without a plan. The opportunity just seemed to present itself so I went for it. Wasn't it good?" "Fuck yes," he said and after motioning for him to get up from the chair I dried him and myself off and finished getting ready for bed. It had been a short but intense weekend, and we'd both cum quite a few times. In the back of my mind I was thinking, "I don't know if I should have done that. I hope he has at least one more load left in him since I have very specific desires I want taken care of tonight." Wayne, still naked from the waist down, climbed onto the bed and was sitting up with only his lower extremities under the covers. Once again I made sure the firebox on the stove was as full as it could be and I turned off the hurricane lamps till only one was burning dimly. I put the radio on a chair and within reach so I could turn it off when it was time to go to sleep. I filled the bong with water and made sure that my backpack, with the pot, lube and other supplies was within reach. Finally, I grabbed the bottle of Seagram's whiskey and with a sigh plopped down in the bed next to Wayne who proclaimed, "Sometimes I get exhausted just watching you." "I know what you mean. I get exhausted just being myself, "I sighed. "But we're good to go now and have everything we need without getting up, unless we have to take a piss," I said with a chuckle. Sitting cross legged, and with the bottle of Seagram's whiskey between my legs with the cap off, I took a pinch of our sensimilla bud from the Tupperware container and loaded up the bong. Striking up the lighter, I sucked on the bong as it made that comforting, and all too familiar, gurgling sound till, with a "whoosh" the hot embers of the weed hit the water and the soothing steam shot into my lungs as well. While holding the smoke in, I swallowed a shot of the Seagram's and yelled, "Shotgun," while exhaling. "Whew. That was good," I said while preparing the bong for Wayne. I flicked the lighter and lit the bowl as he too began the ceremonial "gurgle dance" with the bong till; once again, it was finished with a "whoosh" at which time I handed him the bottle of Seagram's. After taking his pull on the bottle, he too exhaled with an exclamation of, "Ah...you're right. That is so good." Back and forth we went, bong and whiskey, bong and whiskey, while talking about nothing and everything and occasionally leaning over and exchanging shotgun kisses while blowing our exhaled weed into each other's mouth. Looking down, I noticed that Wayne, almost subconsciously, was lightly stroking the tip and glans of his penis while stealing glances at mine. Funny thing, but at the same time I realized that I was doing the same. I was pleased to see that he was slightly engorged, not erect but with an obvious "chubby", as this meant he could still give me what I wanted or, more appropriately, what I needed. Feeling the need for a change of ambience, I fiddled with the radio dial till I found a classical station and, much to my delight, I found them just beginning to play Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, Chorale. When I realized it was my favorite interpretation, with Václav Neumann and Czech Philharmonic Orchestra I was even more pleased. With Ludwig Van providing the soundtrack, I stretched out on my left side on our foam mattress and sleeping bag bed next to Wayne. Taking the cue, he stretched out as well till we were on our sides, facing each other, with our faces only inches apart. Looking Wayne in the eyes, while moving closer and closer till I was too close to focus, I began to place very light kisses on his face, cheeks, forehead, and finally his eyes, before settling on his lips. He started to open his mouth and give me his tongue, till I made it apparent that I wanted something lighter, and more intimate, and we just continued to make very light contact with our lips only till I began to softly speak. "Don't talk. Just listen," I said softly. "This weekend has meant the world to me and I'm sorry if I might have tried to squeeze too much activity into just a few days. It's just that . . . I don't know how often we'll ever be able to have this kind of privacy again and I wanted us to experience as much of this place, which is magical to me, as we could and when we could. I hope I haven't been to bossy in leading you around the place," . . . and my voice trailed off as he planted a deep kiss on my lips which was obviously intended to shush me. "You worry too much, "he said. "It's been great. I've had an amazing time and I love you for sharing it. We'll make time, here or somewhere else, whenever and wherever we can. OK? Just don't worry about it. We'll just live in the here, and now, whenever we can be together. Got it?" As he was talking I was pursing my lips, even biting my upper lip, to quell the temptation to talk even more and spilling all of my anxieties on the floor. Finally, after a heavy sigh and deep breath, I locked my lips with his and kissed him forcefully before opening my mouth to accept his probing tongue which I met with mine while sucking it deep into my mouth. We kissed hungrily, seemingly trying to consume each other's lips and tongues. Pulling away, ever so slightly, I kissed him on the side of the face, nibbled and sucked on his earlobe, before planting my lips on the side of his neck just above his collarbone. There, I began to apply copious amounts of suction with every intention of leaving a mark, a hickey, a monkey bite if you will, and branding him as mine. He at first moaned at the sensation but when he realized what I was trying do uttered, "Wait a minute...," in an attempt to stop me. I released the suction, but only for a moment, as I reached down grasped his penis, and spread his pre-cum around the tip before starting to gently stroke it up and down. He again moaned, and when I felt that he was sufficiently distracted by the direct stimulation to his penis I again began to suck on his neck with even more vigor. By now, too lost in the sensations at both ends of his body, he just moaned openly and let me continue in my quest to mark him. When I was sure that I'd applied enough suction for long enough to leave a good testament to our passion, I pulled away far enough to admire my handiwork and was pleased to see a deep purple bruise as the site of my oral assault. Wayne asked, "What does it look like?", and with a chuckle I responded, "It looks terrible. It looks horrible. It looks WONDERFUL," and I moved down to passionately kiss him on the lips. I then laid down fully on my back next to Wayne, and while pulling his head toward me with my hand behind his neck, turned my head and neck till the same position on my body was openly exposed as I made it obvious I wanted to be marked as well. He moved so he was lying fully on top of me, our penises pressed together against our abdomens, as he began to suck, and even bite, at my neck as well. The sensation was exquisite, a little pain, a little pleasure and a feeling of total submissiveness. I could tell by the sensations that it was going to be deep, dark, and obvious but I didn't care, and in fact maybe hoped, that it might spark some questions from the folks back home. My thoughts were that maybe it was time. As Wayne continued to mark me with a hickey, eventually moving over to mark me on the other side of the neck, I spread my legs so that his hard cock was nestled between my thighs and just beneath my balls. Without even looking, I reached out beside the bed with my right hand and was pleased when I felt the familiar outline of the already open tub of Alboline. I scooped up a dollop of it with my fingertips and reached down to spread it on Wayne's penis stroking it up and down the full length of his shaft. Wayne seemed surprised as he was so much into consuming my neck that he didn't even realize I had retrieved the lube. Spreading my legs even wider, I wrapped them around Wayne's back while grasping his cock and pointing the tip to the entrance of my hole. Wayne pushed himself up on his hands, apparently wanting to see my face, and got a sly grin on his face as he slowly pushed his cock through the muscular ring of my anus and into my rectum. I too began to grin as, once again, I felt the erotic sensation of the spreading and stretching of my anal sphincter and the exquisite sense of fullness as his penis slowly intruded deeper and deeper into my rectum. When Wayne's hips bottomed out against my upturned ass cheeks, and the tip of his dick seemingly bottomed out in my guts, he gave one hard thrust as if to firmly plant himself inside my hole, his hole, and our grins grew broad. "Oh fuck," I exclaimed as my anus involuntarily twitched around his cock. "You've no idea how good that feels. " "It feels pretty good on my end too," Wayne responded as he moved ever so slightly in and out, "And the view is pretty hot too," he said while glancing down at the sight of his cock disappearing into my ass. As impossible as it seemed, considering all the sex we'd had over the weekend, Wayne seemed bigger and harder than ever and it seemed like I could feel every inch of his penis as it filled my rectum. As I felt Wayne's pulse through his blood filled penis, the pressure on my prostate was causing me to lubricate even more copiously than usual. My extreme arousal was obvious as there was a long string of pre-ejaculatory fluid stretching from the tip of my rock hard penis to my abdomen. Noticing this, Wayne scooped it up with his fingertips and rubbed it on his lips before leaning down to give me a kiss with the taste of my own pre-cum. At the same time, he began to slowly rock back and forth, sliding his penis in and out of my butthole but only an inch or two each time. Normally, I'd want to be pounded, getting the full length in and out with force, but right then, and right there, I wanted just gently undulations and he seemed to sense it. He pushed himself back up, supporting his upper torso on his hands, and pulled and pushed his penis most of the way in and out while still maintaining his slow and gentle pace. "How can this feel so good?" he queried. "How can it continue to feel better and better with each time we fuck?" "I don't know, but I know what you mean," I answered and, just as I was about to ask for it, Wayne gave two sharp and quick thrusts, all the way in, and all the way out, while grinning the whole time. "How did you know I was going to ask you to do that?" I exclaimed, and Wayne leaned down, we kissed with lips and tongues entwined, as he began a more rhythmic but still gentler than usual thrusting. We kissed, tongues intertwined, lips sucking and teeth nibbling at each other as he continued his rhythmic motions pumping his cock in and out of my eager ass. Alternatively, I'd push out which had the effect of opening up my sphincter allowing him to effortlessly glide in and out, and then I'd clamp down gripping him tightly in the ring of muscles and causing him to moan. When the evening started, I had planned to ride him, cowboy style, for the last fuck of our trip but it didn't work out that way and now I was more than content to just play the submissive bitch, let him do the work and fuck my ass. We were reading each other's minds and when he again pushed himself up on his arms, I pulled my knees up to my chest and put my ankles on his shoulders making it clear that it was now time for him to really get busy. He responded by accelerating the pace, thrusting hard, deep, and fast and plowing me for all he was worth. I knew he wouldn't last long like this and, wanting to reach climax with him, I began to stroke my penis in time with his thrusts. "Do it! Fuck ME. Cum. Please give me your cum," I pleaded trying to push him over the top. "Are you close?" His pounding felt wonderful. There was extreme pleasure, with an occasional tinge of pain which was pleasurable unto itself. Each time he bottomed out I felt it doubly in my prostate both from the sensation of his penis deep inside my rectum as well as from the collision of his hips with my ass cheeks. I saw his face become contorted, his breath became raspy, and he closed his eyes while muttering, "I'm cumming." "Open your eyes," I implored. "I want to see your eyes." He opened his beautiful blue eyes, which got wide as saucers, his pupils dilated, as he began to spill his seed deep into my guts. With a few more strokes of my penis, I too began to cum with forceful contractions which shot jet after jet of semen onto my chest, my face and into my hair. As my anus contracted around his penis, Wayne loudly exclaimed, "Ah Fuck. I thought I was done," as my clenching ass milked a few more jets out of him. With a deep breath, as if gasping for air, and a heavy sigh Wayne collapsed on top of me with most of his weight supported by my legs which were still over his shoulders. When he'd regained his composure he moved his arms so I could let my legs down with my heels resting on the bed on each side of him. "Don't move," I said. "Please, oh please don't let your wonderful dick slip out of me." "I don't know that I have much choice," he answered with a chuckle. "You've made me cum so many times this weekend that I'm not gonna stay hard for long." "Are you complaining?" I said, while laughing openly. "Ooops. Wrong thing to do," I laughed even more as my laughter made my anus contract and push his quickly softening penis most of the way out of my canal. As Wayne's cock slid the rest of the way out of my now thoroughly satiated canal, assisted by the slippery semen which coated his cock and oozed out of my ass, I lowered my legs the rest of the way onto the bed and pulled his face down toward mine for a long wet, tongue dancing kiss. Wayne lowered himself so he fully lay down on top of me with my semen making a slippery bond between us. "Remember when we first started messing around together?" I asked. "How I totally freaked out the first few times you came on my chest? I actually liked it, but my Christian guilt told me it was so wrong and I didn't want to like it. I was so afraid of my feelings and so afraid to admit that I might be a homo. Now look at us. I can't get enough of you and I can't get enough of your cum." "Yeah. You were freaked out?" he remembered. "I was freaked out! One minute I was sitting on your chest and jacking off and shooting my cum on your chest, and the next thing I knew I was sitting on the floor after you had bucked me off." "I'm sorry," I responded. "I was sorry then. I was just confused. I'm still confused sometimes but I just can't let myself dwell on it. Hey, we'd better get some sleep so we can get out of here in the morning. " "OK," Wayne said with a sigh as he rolled off of me and onto his back. Looking at the mess of semen on our chests he added, "Maybe you'd better get us something to clean up." I got up and after pulling off half a dozen sheets for myself I threw the roll of paper towels at Wayne. I then wet a couple of sheets with warm water from the kettle on the stove and after one to Wayne used the other to clean my chest and then the wet mess between my ass cheeks. The warmth of the towel felt good on my ass and I, involuntarily, felt a little tinge of arousal. "Damn," I said as my penis began to get little enlarged, "Why does my body always betray me?" Wayne answered, "You're insatiable, but I think we've had enough for one weekend. " "Agreed," I said as I pulled on some underwear like it was some sort of a chastity belt to keep my desires in check. Taking a cue from me, Wayne did the same. Once again I stoked the flame in the wood burning stove and made sure it had enough wood to keep us warm through the remainder of the night and blew out the last of the hurricane lamps. I then climbed into the sleeping bag with Wayne, turned and gave him a long kiss on the lips and then rolled onto my side and pressed my backside up against his groin. The closeness and the heat instantly gave me that giddy, comfortable feeling that I get only the company of men and we quickly fell asleep. As usual, I was the first to wake. I climbed out of bed and quickly got dressed as protection from the cold. I was tempted to stoke the fire in the stove but, knowing that we would be leaving soon, I did not want it burning long after we left. Instead, I just went about packing our belongings and camping gear and getting ready to leave. I stepped out of the cabin to assess the weather and road conditions. Finding low hanging clouds, only an inch or two of snow on the ground, with firm frozen ground beneath, I decided that we'd better leave soon and I went back inside to wake Wayne. As I poked him in the shoulder, gently cajoling Wayne to get up, he muttered something about staying for another night and I responded, "Sorry lover. I've got a paper do on Monday and I've got to get home to finish it." "Me too," he said. "Doesn't being responsible just suck?" "Yep, "I answered. " Come on. Get up and get dressed. We've got to get out of here before the snow starts to melt and the road becomes a muddy mess. I think everything is packed up but your stuff. I'm going to start loading. Watch the draft when I open the door." Wayne got up and started pulling his clothes on as I grabbed a couple of bags and headed for the door. When I came back in, he was full dressed and I bent down, unzipped the doubled up sleeping bags, and put each into its stuff bag. "When we get home, remind me to not put these with my family's camping gear till I've taken them to the laundromat," I joked. "Will do he said, "with a chuckle. "They're probably a little funky after what we put them through." Once everything was loaded, and the foam mattresses were put back up into the rafters, we gave the place one last glance for anything that we'd missed before heading out to the old VW van. We climbed into our seats and, before turning the key in the ignition, Wayne looked over at me and said, "I love you. Thank you for sharing this place with me. It's really special." "No thanks necessary. You're special to me. This is my favorite place in the world so how could I not share it with you. I love you...very much too!" I said, my eyes getting a little misty, as I leaned over giving Wayne a protracted kiss. With a sigh, Wayne started the van and we trundled off down the road leaving a shallow trail in the virgin dusting of snow. While still on the private road, we shared a joint as I repeatedly got out, and back in, to open and close the numerous gates between us and civilization. Once on the public road, we both became pretty quiet as we got closer and closer to civilization and the façade of "just friends" that we presented to family, friends, and everyone else who we knew just wouldn't understand. After picking our way through town, we finally pulled into my parent's driveway and got out to unload. As we walked in the door we were greeted by my mom who exclaimed, "Hi boys. Did you have a good time? We were worried about the weather." "We had a great time mom. It snowed a little last night but we didn't have any problem getting out. The rest of the time it was gorgeous up there." "Yeah. It was beautiful Mrs. Macleod," Wayne added. "I've never seen any place like that in my life. What a legacy of your family's history." "Oh the stories I could tell you Wayne. I practically lived up there growing up. You'd never believe some of the stuff we used to do up there," she said with a chuckle. Wayne and I looked at each other, and at the obvious hickeys on each other's necks and our eyes got wide with amazement as if we were both thinking, "Oh, we'd believe just about anything that might go on up there." "How could she miss it?" I thought. "Or did she?" After the ice chest and other camping gear was unloaded and put away, Wayne and I carried my backpack and the sleeping bags, soiled with sex, into my bedroom and closed the door behind us. I immediately pulled him to me, cupping my hands on his ass cheeks, and we locked lips as our tongues danced in a long, intimate, kiss. "I love you. When can we see each other again?" I asked. "Call me later," he said. "I've got to work on my paper, you've got to work on yours, and I think we both could use a nap and maybe a good night's sleep." "I agree. Sounds like a plan," I answered. "I'm pretty damned burned out and could really use a shower. I feel kind of funky." "I wish I could be there for that," he said. "Me too, but don't get me started again," I joked. "I don't know that mom would understand...though sometimes I wonder. Did you think she was looking at our necks?" "Oh my God," he answered. "You thought that too? I thought she looked and cracked a bit of smile. Your mom may be more cool than we thought." With that bit of a revelation we both laughed, a bit timidly and nervously at first till the full irony struck us and we laughed so hard that we leaned on each other for support. We kissed one more time, I walked him to his old VW van and after one last squeeze of his hand while looking him in the eye, he started the van and drove off. I walked back into the house, and after making a little small talk with my mom and one of my sisters, I went into my bedroom and unpacked. I carefully inspected articles of my clothing for signs of our debauchery before putting them into the hamper while putting a few sex-soiled items into the bag with a sleeping bag for discrete washing at the laundromat. I then got undressed and slipped on a robe for the few steps from my bedroom into the bathroom, and took a hot, luxurious, shower. As I washed my well fucked ass, I was lost in a reverie in remembering everything Wayne and I had done over the course of the weekend. I was aroused, and half tempted to toss one off, but thought better of it decided that, perhaps, I'd had enough over the last few days. As I lay down to take that nap Wayne and I had discussed, I realized I had dull ache in my ass from the numerous times I'd been fucked, and fucked good, over the weekend. A smile parted my lips and I felt content thinking about all that had transpired and in anticipating the next time Wayne and I could be together.

Title: Cole Cums Home Ch 1 by the roo Tags: Anal, Bondage, Canine, Domination/Submission, Forced, Knot, Lion, M/M, Military, Muscle, Series, Wolf Dog, perverted Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff The airport was filled with people waiting for their friends and loved ones. Jeff who had just turned seventeen was looking down at the picture of a young wolf-dog that almost looked just like him except for the darker head fur. He had never truly met the guy before but Cole was supposedly his older brother. Somehow after he had gone off to war in some backwater country when he turned eighteen, the military had lost him in a fire fight and they really never got the chance to find him after they pulled out. They say he may have been really fucked up and felt like he couldn't come back home. Now he was coming home and Jeff had mixed feelings about him coming back so late in his life. Jeff guessed he had missed the reunion where his mom had bum rushed the athletic looking male wearing an aqua blue muscle shirt with deep blue shorts and sneakers. His mom and dad on either side of him, they all approached Jeff, big excited looks on their faces, "Jeff, this is your older brother, Cole." He was nervously looking forward, his eyes no higher than the lean male's chest, eyeing the thick patch of darker chest fur built up around the collar of Cole's shirt. Finally able to lift his head and look him in the eye, he gave a wince like smile before muttering, "Hey..." He was suddenly caught off guard when the big male wrapped his arms around him. Lost for words, Jeff reached up and hugged the big male's sides and smiled weakly. It felt cold, like it was for show. The young wolf-dog could tell Cole was looking right over his shoulder with a blank stare. The first few days Cole didn't say a single word to anyone unless he was spoken to. Frankly, he didn't say anything to Jeff at all. Usually he took his meals up in his old room and never came out unless he had to use the toilet or bathe. Their bedrooms were right next to each other upstairs, their parents' master bedroom on the first floor. There was a vent in the wall just to the right of Jeff's bed and most of the time he heard either light rock music or the heavy sounds of Cole's breathing as he slept. A week after Cole had come home; Jeff was lying in bed during hot summer night, wearing nothing but his dark green briefs with the white outlines on his thin body. Running his paws along his muzzle and up to his forehead, he brushed away his sweat drenched, brown and cream colored bangs. Looking at the clock on his dresser, it was two in the morning and he was suffering from insomnia and his restless leg syndrome. But when he heard the front door click downstairs, he froze, waiting for another sound. There were heavy footsteps coming up the stairs right outside his room. Rolling to his side, he tried look like he was sleeping, gripping the covers while trying to look out of the corner of his eye. In the summer moonlight he could make out Cole's cream fur which shined like honey. As his brother walked past, he caught sight of another male. It was a really buff looking lion, wearing a pair of short-shorts and a beater with some sandals. The guy seemed barely in his pride, his short mane putting him in his mid twenties. For some reason, as they walked by, Jeff let his curiosity get the best of him and he quietly rolled out of bed. Gently touching the wooden floor with his paw pads, he lay sprawled in front of the vent before gently tugging one of the metal flaps. His heart pounded from what he saw, his muzzle hanging open from disbelief. Cole was casually undoing the lion's belt from his short jeans, the feline male glaring at him with a spark of lust in his eyes, the barbed head of his already drooling ten inch shaft already poking out of the right pant leg. The male fell back onto Cole's queen sized bed as the wolf-dog pushed him, his shorts falling down around his ankles and onto the floor, "This is hot..." Cole nearly growled, "Shut up..." Climbing on top of the male's waist, the wolf-dog reached beneath his sheets and pulled out the rubber straps already waiting for the lion. "Whoa, what the fuck?" the lion asked, but it was too late, Cole already had his wrists bound in the stretching material. "Hey, let me out of thi...!" The lion choked on his own words as Cole took the male's belt and wrapped it around his maw. As Cole scooted back on the lion, Jeff could see the look of fear on the lion's face as Cole stood up and started pushed down his shorts, "Relax...I'm just going to fuck your tight little man cunt. You bragged about how much you could take the whole ride here..." Jeff could only see the shadowy outline of his brother's thick cock, but he could tell it was big, at least a foot and an inch or two. He fondled his heavy meat as he positioned himself behind the lion, grabbing hold of his legs which the once cocky male struggled to kick. The beefy lion gave off muffled retorts as he felt Cole's thick, spear like tip press against his warm, shaking his head as the wolf-dog dug his nails into his thighs. Looking down at the lion's pink pucker, her perked his lips before letting a wad of spit fall into the big cat's rim, swirling it around with his cock head before roughly pushing it in. The lion gave off a muffled cry, the belt stopping him from screaming because of the sudden pressure and burning in his asshole. The canine's spit helped little as Cole took him like a bitch. Jeff watched as his brother's toned ass tightened even more each time Cole thrust his fat cock into his bound bitch's hole. The lion's toes curled as he was brutally fed thick dog dick, the knot tapping up against his torn rim as it pounded his virgin butt. Grabbing the strap hanging off the belt around the big cat's maw, he pulled him in close, "Seems like you were all talk, bitch..." The young wolf-dog behind the vent lay there breathless on the floor, his brother pounding the fuck out of the lion who could only whimper and cry. But as the brutal fucking went on, he watched the lion's own prick start to bob once again between his legs, loudly tapping his thighs as his ass went numb, only feeling the sheer erotic bliss of getting his hole fucked. The sounds of Cole's knot tapping against the bound male's butt made Jeff's ears twitch. He watched for hours into the morning as his brother violated the lion, never tying with him, though pumping him full of watery dog cum that flowed out of his asshole and onto the bed. The last time, the lion heaved in air through his nostrils, his ass sore from the constant fucking and his hips and thighs aching from being up in the air so long. When he could finally rest, he lay completely sprawled out on the bed, closing his eyes with his padded fingertips still clinging to the rubber bindings around his wrists. As Cole let his monster cock hang between his legs and he approached his dresser near the vent, Jeff quietly moved away, rolling beneath his bed. Covering his muzzle to hide his breathing, he listened as he heard shuffling noises. Cole had found the lion's wallet and was emptying it of its paper money before slipping it back into the back pocket of the male's shorts. Even when the noise stopped, Jeff was too exhausted to move, slowly closing his eyes and falling asleep where he lay. The sun was well up when Jeff's twelve o'clock buzzer went off. Slowly opening his eyes, he noticed he was still under his bed, his head cradled in his arms, his forearm damp with drool. Crawling out from beneath his bed, he struggled to stand, his body aching from sleeping on the floor. Scratching himself like he did every morning, he froze when he stroked his padded fingertip over his crotch. Looking down at the dark green material of his briefs, he noticed a heavy stain just along the right hole of his underwear. Franticly, he rushed out of his room and looked into Cole's room one door over. No one was in there. No lion, no Cole, no cum spots, and the bed was neatly made. "Jeff! JEFF! Are you up yet?" Running to the bathroom window, Jeff looked outside to see his dad calling for him, standing on the deck in the back yard while his mother worked in the garden. And then there he was, Cole, mowing the lawn with the push mower, wearing a camo tank with brown shorts and leather work boots, his cream colored fur shining in the bright sun like honey. Jeff couldn't believe it was the same guy from last night, a joyful smile on his face that hid the dark secret only Jeff knew... More to come?

Title: The Woods by the Beach by spryfox Tags: Anal, Domination/Submission, Forced, Human, M/M, N/C, Oral, Rape, Transformation, Werewolf, Wolf A gross exaggeration of the effects of werewolf cock on straight people. That's never been done on SoFurry before, right? If you don't like that kind of stuff, you can ***get out***. This is my third story on SoFurry. I hope you like it. If not... well... you can ***get out*** too. --- Jack was tired. He had been at the beach by himself all day, just swimming. He didn't know why, but for some reason, the ocean relaxed him. The lean 17-year-old had been coming down to this beach every Saturday for the last two years, and it showed. Though he was thin by nature, his body had been tanned and toned enough to receive compliments when his shirt was off. And since he was at the beach, it was. But now he was tired, and with the sun setting, it was getting dark fast. He gathered his things. He threw his towel over his shoulders and grabbed his shirt, his wallet, and his house-keys. He slid on his flip-flops then started down the rarely-used path that led through the forest to his house in the city. He often wondered why nobody else went to that beach. It's a great spot, with soft white sand and warm water. "I guess," he thought, "they just don't know about it." It was a double-edged sword, the beach's privacy. On one hand, it'd always be peaceful. On the other hand, it would be nice to have some other people around, especially on a night like this. As soon as the sun set, the temperature immediately dropped. The wind picked up, and a low, dense fog rolled over the path. He looked up, and saw the moon's light streaming between the tree branches. "Yes, it would be nice to have someone around... it's spooky," he thought. And just then, he heard a rustle in the distance. He froze, and his heart skipped a beat. "Just an animal," he thought. He kept walking, but quickened his pace. He continued to hear twigs snap in the distance. He heard dirt crunch and what he thought were footsteps. He shivered, and decided that it would be a good time to put his shirt on. He looked around first and saw nothing. He didn't know why he was being so paranoid, he'd walked this path at night hundreds of times. Besides, it's a forest. Of course there are going to be noises. He grabbed his shirt, and began to pull it over his head when he heard shuffling followed by the crinkling of leaves. He paused for a moment... but just for a moment. As soon as he'd finished putting it on, as soon as his head was free, he found, directly in front of his face, the large grinning head of a wolf. "Hello," it growled. He yelped in surprise and stumbled backwards, tripping on a root. He backed up against a tree in fear. "Why, may I ask, was a wet shirtless child poncing about my woods at night?" The wolf was massive. It was bipedal, for starters, easily 7 feet tall. On top of that, to make the understatement of the century, it was strong. Powerful muscles rippled across every part of its body, with a dense coat of charcoal gray fur to top it off. His eyes glowed amber in the moonlight. Jack was speechless. "Are you... a werewolf?" "No, I'm a different kind of talking bipedal wolf--*of course I'm a werewolf*. And, as you may have noticed, I am a very, very horny werewolf." Jack had not noticed. But his glance involuntarily slid downwards until it rested on the largest erection he had ever seen. He was straight, but he couldn't take his eyes off the 11 inches of throbbing red wolfcock glimmering in the moonlight before him. Below it hung two bulbous testicles, each the size of a tennis ball. They were perfect. And the wolf looked hungry. "Yes, feast your eyes and all that," the wolf said disinterestedly. "When you're finished, you can remove your clothes and bend over." Jack was shocked. More shocked that he hadn't seen the possibility of rape than by the proposed action itself. But now that it was out in the open, Jack did what any reasonable future-rape-victim would do and said, "No." "No!? What do you mean, 'no'? There is no 'no'. The way I see it, you have three possibilities, and they all end with my cock up your ass, and two of them end up with your ass becoming furry. "First possibility. We fight. Do you think you can beat me in a fight? Look at me. I'm a wall of muscle, and the parts of me that aren't muscle are either cock, claw or fang. I'll fucking destroy you and you'll get clawed or bitten in the process. Which, by the way, will make you a werewolf. Do you think you can beat me in a fight? Jack was pretty strong, but he'd be lying to himself if he said he could best the wolf in battle. And he was practically guaranteed to become a wolf, if a fight did ensue. He looked at the werewolves bulging muscles beneath his thick dark fur. He saw the beast's teeth, glimmering in the moonlight, and he saw feral aggression deep in the wolf's amber eyes. He wouldn't stand a chance. "No, I couldn't beat you in a fight." "Second possibility. You try and run away. This is actually my favorite one. Do you know why? Because it'd be so easy. You're wearing fuckin' flip-flops. Even in sneakers, you couldn't outrun me. I climb trees and I've got a nose that could smell you from miles away. I'd catch you, bite you, then fuck you silly. Do you think you could fucking outrun me?" He looked at his feet. He wasn't even that fast anyway. Defeated, he said "No, I couldn't fucking outrun you." "Funny. Now, third possibility. The only reason I'm offering this to you is because I'm so damn horny. You just strip your clothes off and bend over. I fuck you, then we both head our separate ways. Nobody has to find out, either. It's just you and me in this forest..." He began to rub his shaft. "It's hard for a forest werewolf to find a decent fuck. Hell, you might even enjoy it. Nothing wrong with making the best of a bad situation. Now come over here. I promise..." The werewolf winked. "...I won't bite." Jack still didn't trust the wolf, but... what choice did he have? He cautiously approached the wolf, who quickly began to feel him up. "Mmm, let's see what we have here." Jack felt an intrusive paw slide into his swim trunks and began grab him. He felt his ass being squeezed and rubbed. Soon another paw entered, and the wolf continued to grope the round ass. Jack stood awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to do. "Yeah, I like what I'm feeling. I bet you are too." He hated to admit it, but the wolf's ministrations were arousing him. Before long, he was rock hard and panting. "God," he thought "this shouldn't he happening. I'm straight!" Soon the wolf's paws grasped his waistband and slid his trunks off completely. "I was right. That's a cute little cock you've got there." The wolf grabbed it, and stared for a moment. Then he suddenly took the entire length into his hungry maw. The sensation overwhelmed Jack, and he let out an involuntary moan. The werewolf began to move up and down on his cock, coating it with saliva. He licked its underside as he bobbed, sucking and teasing it. "Wh... what are you doing?" The blowjob stopped. "Why shouldn't you get to enjoy this? But it's your turn now" Before Jack could do anything about it, the wolf clawed his shirt off and forced him, naked, onto his knees. Before him stood the werewolf's beautiful manhood. Jack couldn't deny that it looked enticing. Appetizing even. He could smell the musk of the wolf. It was overpowering and undoubtedly manly. It emanated in waves from the wolf's hot body, and Jack couldn't deny that It was irresistible. It was like- "*What are you waiting for,*" barked the wolf. And without a second thought, Jack grabbed the base of the cock and gave it a long, sensual lick from bottom to the tip. The wolf shivered, and Jack repeated himself, this time lapping up all the delicious, salty pre flowing from it. Jack's mind was too far gone to argue that he was too straight to be doing this, and he took the wolf's cocktip into his mouth. Copious amounts of pre began to flow from the wolf, which Jack eagerly swallowed. He felt a hand on his head urging him to take more of the cock, and Jack was happy to oblige. He swallowed more and more of the wolf until the back of his throat was tickled by his cock. Soon the wolf's hand was urging him to move up and down. Jack did so with aplomb, letting his lips rub and lubricate the wolf's cock as his head bobbed. He licked it's delicious underside with his tongue, and sucked and swallowed and- "Enough. Stand and bend over. Hands on that tree" Jack did so without thinking twice about it. The wolf moved behind him, and pressed his cock against Jack's tight pucker. Without warning, the wolf thrusted in. The pain was excruciating. It felt like his entire body was being split apart. Eyes filling with tears, he looked back and saw that the rod of meat was hardly halfway in him. The wolf pressed in further, with each inch increasing the pain, burning as it entered. He cried out in agony, knowing that he couldn't do anything about this. Yet, he was still rock hard. And the pain was dulling. And he felt the wolf's furred hips meeting his ass. After a few moments passed, Jack felt full... and he liked it. He liked the feeling of having the powerful wolf inside him, and he liked the feeling of the wolf's heavy balls resting against his own. He liked feeling like the wolf's bitch. Once again without warning, the Wolf pulled out. And then he began to drive back in. The pain of being fucked was fading, and Jack found himself beginning to greatly enjoy it. "No... not enjoy it," Jack thought to himself. But as the wolf's thrusting continued, he found himself unable to deny the pleasure of the experience. As the wolf's pace built up, Jack was surprised to find himself moving his ass back to meet the wolf's thrusts. Soon he was lost in pleasure. Every thrust was ecstasy and soon he couldn't help but moan after every one. Every time the wolf's hips slammed into his ass, every time the wolf's balls slapped his own, he was screaming with pleasure. How could he ever have told himself that he was straight? "Ungh... F.. fuck me." "Hehe, little human bitch likes werewolf cock up his ass?" "Yes... ugh, OH YES!" Jack felt the werewolf quicken his pace. He felt the werewolf cram his cock up his ass again and again... "Ungh... kid, you remember those three options I mentioned earlier?" shouted the wolf between thrusts. But Jack could hardly remember anything, lost in the bliss of having his ass pounded and filled again and again by wolfcock. "Well... ugh... I lied. Mmm, all three of them ended up with your ass becoming furry." Jack hardly registered the wolf's words until he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He turned to see that the werewolf had bit him. "Sorry," the wolf said, still humping rapidly. "It's my nature." Jack felt the wolf continue to increase his speed. He felt the wolf's knot start hammering against his tender hole, taunting him. He yelled and began to push back against each thrust with all his might, his mind paralyzed by pure bliss. And then, with a pop, Jack felt the knot enter him. Soon after, he felt the wolf's cock spurt volcanically inside him, powerfully filling him with the werewolf's warm seed. That was all it took to send Jack over the edge as he violently orgasmed ejaculating countless loads of his spunk onto the tree. The orgasm shook his body, causing him to shake and clench. Soon dizziness took him. Unconsciousness followed. \* \* \* Jack woke up staring at the underside of a thatched roof. He felt different, dazed, and exhausted. "What happened last night?" he thought. He groggily rubbed his eyes then rolled over. Next to him in the bed was the werewolf that had raped him last night. He lept out of bed, shouting. The werewolf awoke. "What the fuck am I doing here? What happened? Where am I? What does a werewolf like you think he-" "First of all," the werewolf began, cutting him off, "I have a name. It's Roy. Nice to meet you. I brought you here since... well I couldn't leave you there, a useless lump of sweat, tears, blood and spunk. And you were about to transform, so I decided to bring you to my cabin. You turned out pretty cute, I might add." "What?" Roy got out of bed, took Jack's hand. Then he took Jack to the cabin's bathroom where Jack could look in the mirror. "Holy shit." Jack saw not his reflection, but the reflection of a coppery brown wolf with emerald eyes. He raised his hand - the wolf raised his paw. "Holy shit..." "I brought you back here since I liked you." "You raped me." "So?" Jack didn't know what to say or how to act. On one hand, this was a wolf who had raped him and taken his life away. But at the same time, he had liked it. A lot. And there wasn't much point in pushing away the only person - or wolf - you could ever associate with again. "So..." Jack began. He sighed. "Nothing wrong with making the best of a bad situation." Roy licked Jack's nose. "Let's go to the beach. The ocean always relaxes me." Jack reluctantly agreed.

Title: High School Transformation: Ch 4 Patrick by the roo Tags: Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff Another day of school had started and Corban was ready to continue his master scheme of turning all the guys in school into butt lusting animals. He seemed pleased as he walked through the cafeteria, monitoring his pets and their own handy work. Ed now sat next to his brother Tony whom was sporting an asinine like bristled hairstyle. Apparently the lust must be rooted deep for the donkey boy to take his own brother. Moving along the rows of tables, he stopped to take notice of a conversation going on. "Look at that fat ass... he can't even fit in his uniform." It was Patrick, a six foot tall show off with spiky blonde hair and a slight Polish accent. He was talking about a kid named Booker who was literally a giant. The only reason he didn't fit into his clothes was because they didn't make the uniform in that size. "I think I see my first case of the day..." Reaching down with his gloved hand, Corban snatched up his pumpkin bread and munched it down. Following Pat into the upper gymnasium, Corban admired the basketball player's human physique from the bleachers along with a few others as he practiced. Turning his head, Corban whispered very lightly, "Don't you have somewhere to be?" All three of the others stand, suddenly having a thought that they had something to do elsewhere. The same thing would happen to others if they approached the gymnasium. Oh, I forgot my book at home. Let's have practice outdoors today. The list went on. The sound of squeaking sneakers stopped and Corban eyed Patrick as he lined up for a shot. Just as he goes to shoot, there was a loud pop and a gust of air. Landing hard, the boards beneath the player cracked beneath him. "What the hell?" His lip quivered as he realized the nails on his right hand had jutted out and pierced the ball! Something felt wrong; he could feel something creeping along his stomach. Lifting his shirt with his left hand to look at his four pack, he cried out in panic as they seemed to blow up three times their normal size, it just wasn't natural! His stomach was round and bloated, looking like a combination of a gut and his once charming washboard abbs. "No! No-rrrrugh! Rrrrugh!" The jock bellowed out as his semi-muscular arms burst outwards as pure muscle, all the way to his hands as black pads formed along his palms. His jersey stretched and stretched as his newly massive spine cracked and expanded before finally tearing the material in half. More ursine grunts escaped his throat as he raised his left hand...or what was now a paw as deadly brown bear claws extended to about half a foot long. Light chocolate fur washed over those paws and down his arms. Turning his gaze towards Corban, he looked at the skater boy with a plea of mercy in his eyes. "Please, rrrugh rugh, it hurts!" Falling to his big stomach, Pat groaned as his hard ass cheeks grew to a more round proportion. Roaring loudly, his cheek bones expanded along with his face, his huge tongue lapping at his drooling fangs as his nose flattened out into his new muzzle. He was obviously fighting the change much longer than the others as he looked himself over. Fear struck, he was even terrified as he tugged at his super stretched shorts. He had to push at his stomach, big but firm like a muscle, just to see his crotch. His balls were huge and fuzzy, but his dick was hidden away in a sheath and what showed itself looked really weird. "I'm huge!" His words were scrambled as he struggled to speak with his new mouth. Corban only rolled his eyes, "Get over it or get use to it. Just think about it, you could lift a car like that..." The skater boy then hopped off the bleachers and made his way for the door, stopping suddenly as he felt his ears slide to the top of his head and shrank to a more rounded shape. Feeling the bear ears through his hair, "Oh great, I look like a teddy bear!"

Title: To Be Mother and Father (happy ending) by DrakeLover Tags: Autofellatio, Dragoness, Hermaphrodite, Impregnation, Other/Herm, Plant, Sci-Fi, Tentacles It was hard being the last of her race. Araki knew she was the last; the computer told her so. The flat panel that had miraculously survived the years among the ruins of an old military base was still connected to its satellite network. It had the world mapped out perfectly, from the remote, diminished snowcaps to the abundant lush rainforests she lived in. It could accurately identify nearly a million species on the surface, including her own. There were no others of her kind. She was a dragon. Her mother had been a dragon as well, one of two remaining. Her father had been unable to procreate another child before he died, and as a result, neither could mother. Now Araki was last, dead last, and there was no escaping her own extinction. She had tried mating with other species, but none of them could make even a crossbreed grow inside her womb. She was desperate. The adolescent knew of her own desires and her own needs. She'd hunted for herself, avoided dangers with ease, and even combatted the crushing loneliness that came with being what she was. Oh, yes, the computer could provide some conversation, but it wasn't the same. The monotonous drone of information it could spill out was enough to put her to sleep on many occasions. No, she needed someone else. Araki needed a child. The rain drizzled down off of the broad leaves as she stared out at the endless expanse of green obscuring the horizon. It was all very beautiful, and she appreciated it every time she looked at it. The raindrops drizzling on the leaves almost reminded her of.. of... She grimaced and reached a hand down to stroke her damp folds. Their silken wetness practically glided under her fingertips, her glistening juices almost resembling the raindrops outside. She had been thinking about things like precum, penises, hot males and all that for a long time. The desire became especially bad when she was in heat, like she was now. It was unbearable. It seemed that every day her own ministrations seemed less and less effective. She had an idea why; she wanted to be pregnant. It wasn't likely that she'd find a suitable animal to copulate with in this weather, though. Alas, Araki had to be sated NOW, not later. With a slight growl to herself, she stood and started walking out into the forest, her head held high on its long, slender neck as she searched for something, anything, which could help to ease the burning in her loins. Raindrops slid down the scales of her body as she searched, acting like the teasing fingers of an anxious lover. Her body's reaction only made her more desperate. That desired object was nowhere to be seen, though, not even a good piece of wood with which to carve a phallus from. Sighing, Araki lifted her hands to fondle her nipples. She had dreamed last night that she had succeeded in her burning desire, and the flow of hormones was creating delicious milk from her full, supple breasts. She bent her head down, one eye on the trail and one eye on her nipple as her tongue extended to taste the warm, soft skin. It was a delicious taste, one that she knew but couldn't put a label to. At first she wanted to call it sweet, but it was almost sour, almost tangy... it had a little of everything. She was barely paying attention to her route now, her head bent down to suckle upon her own mammary held tenderly in her hand, imagining that sweet, lifegiving liquid flowing onto her tongue, free for the taking. Her tail twitched, and she lowered her other hand to continue the stroking of her folds, dipping a finger or two inside, teasing, every sensitive spot memorized. Her juices were flowing freely, dripping down her legs, off her fingers.. and onto the leaf of an inconspicuous looking plant. Araki didn't register the movement until the vine was wrapped around her waist. Startled, her slitted eyes flew wide open to see the thick tendril of deep green sliding against her scales. She gasped and released her breast and slit in favor of wrestling with the frighteningly unusual plant-- or was it an animal? The amount of strength within each of those tentacles was unexpected and tightly controlled, holding her in place, yet causing nothing more than mild discomfort, with incredible ease. Araki gasped and whimpered, then began to thrash in a desperate attempt to rid herself of the monstrous flora. More vines descended from the trees around her, binding arms and legs alike as it lifted her up into the air. She found herself being turned over until she was staring down at the floor below. Cold rain was showering down on her and she shivered as droplets ran down her thighs. "Let me go!" she gasped, knowing full well that the thing that had her captive likely wouldn't understand a thing she said. The relentless tentacles of floral musculature held her firmly, and she didn't dare struggle lest it decide to release its hold and send her crashing down to the ground. More and more vines wrapped around her, holding her limbs apart as they cocooned her like a full-body suit. Little root-like tendrils covered in some slick substance and connected to yet another of the appendages began to probe her most sensitive areas, and she shivered at the sensations they generated. Numerous little feelers twisted and squirmed their way into the folds of her moist, hot sex. They stroked her walls in the most spine-jolting ways, twirling up and down inside her. They felt their way all the way inside her, probing tenderly at her cervix. Araki's breath was coming in heavy pants, her eyes almost rolled back into her head as she squirmed in those teasing vines. She was briefly startled out of her euphoria by even more of the thin, probing tendrils. They prodded and probed at the tight rosebud just beneath her tail, slowly working their way deeper and deeper into her body. Never had she experienced such a sensation in her life! The little rootlets continued to stroke and savor every spot of skin inside her, and the tentacle that held them slid deeper and deeper into her rectum, filling Araki in ways she had never been filled before. It continued onward, deeper, deeper. She could feel it practically writhing through her bowels, and her belly bulged from accommodating such mass inside her. Fear no longer rushed through her body. No, it had been replaced by the most intense pleasure that had ever thrilled her body. The vines holding her began to release her, weaving a hammock to hold her up in the air while her soaking cunt was endlessly teased by the relentless plant. Araki groaned with pleasure, rolling onto her back as she felt another few inches slide into her. She stroked her rounded belly with her fingertips, feeling the vine now lodged inside her shift as it settled into place. A silly grin spread across her face. "Is that all?" she whispered as if to a lover. "I'm throbbing here, I need release..." Alas, the plant didn't seem willing to move. She frowned, disappointed.. then her heart began to pound with a little fear once again. What if it was going to eat her alive? The deeply penetrated tendril began to ripple, undulating inside her body like ocean waves. Her pleasure went higher, and she gasped, taking hold of the vine holding the probing rootlets in her soaking cunt. She began to pump at it, forcing it in and out of herself while the waves of the other vine traveled up inside her body. Her hands sent the other pumping faster, faster, driving her higher with every stroke. It was then that her pleasure finally exploded in climax, taking her whole body as something warm was flooding into her bloated gut. The world spun, the ground danced, and everything went dark in the cool wetness of the storm. Araki felt cold and stiff when she awoke, sore in so many places. Her muscles were cramped and she felt incredibly miserable. The rain had long since gone and the sun was peeking down between the leaves. Her head throbbed faintly as she sat up. "Oh good lord," she muttered, rubbing her sore belly. It was still a bit bloated, though not nearly as much as when the vine was lodged in her ass. With a muffled groan, the dragoness stood and looked up at the trees. There was no sign of the strange plant which had violated her. Ugh, it was hiding up there somewhere. No use trying to spot it now, though. She turned and started limping back home, to that deserted military encampment where the AI computer was waiting. "You have been absent longer than anticipated, Araki," the computer chimed in its monotone tenor voice. "Yes, yes, I know... I was gang raped by a plant." "Do you wish for me to give you a medical examination?" That was a tempting offer, and the dragoness mulled it over for a few moments before she nodded. "Sure. At least I'd like to find out if there's any lasting effects to this... like death." She walked forward and brushed the leaves and twigs out of the transparent-skinned bowl, then climbed in. It hummed softly, warm against her skin while machinery in the apparatus scanned her body, tracing out an intricate pattern to map out Araki's body. "I believe I have found some parasitic invaders." Araki raised her head at this. "Be still, I am still examining." Her gut felt tight as she waited for the computer to finish. It took agonizingly long, and her mind focused entirely on her sore belly. She felt no movement, no particularly sharp stabs of pain. What would this reveal? "Finished, you may stand." Araki didn't bother doing that, just sat up. "The invaders seem to be related to the nearby carnivine, which is a plantlike organism that detects warm-blooded creatures and actively captures them. You currently have three seeds lodged at various points inside your ascending colon. They are the seeds a relatively new species that I have not had time to examine in detail. I do not believe they will interfere with any of your body's natural activities at the present time. My hypothesis is that the seeds will grow for a short time, then be passed with the rest of your fecal matter." She took a deep breath, shivering as she thought of what was now inside her. "Well, let's keep a close eye on them... I don't want them growing and sprouting out of my belly." "Understood, Araki." Over the next few weeks, the dragoness was sure to get checked up at least twice a day, almost paranoid of what the seeds inside her could be doing. Every time, the computer would say there was no change... Until it reported some unusual growth near her most sensitive areas. "Araki, I am detecting some unusual clusters of cells inside your outer labia." She shuddered, reaching down and feeling the pair of fleshy lips around her sensitive sex. Her fingers probed gently, then she hit two slightly sore spots, one on each lip. "Oh dear.." she whispered. "If I might say," the computer spoke up, "I do not detect any danger to yourself as of yet. The clusters do not seem to conform to any known tumor types. However, I would like to get a blood sample in order to test for any toxins or varying hormone levels.." A nearby panel opened up, and some machinery inside began to whir, trying to move. Alas, the machine was so old, the delicate machinery had long ago disintegrated beyond repair. "Never mind," Araki muttered, slowly getting up. Whatever the seeds were doing to her body, she didn't like it. She began to examine herself manually every morning, and she began to see a trend over the following weeks. Two round bumps were appearing there. Within two weeks, they were the size of marbles. Her clitoris also began to change, growing larger, longer.. soon it was almost the size of her thumb when erect. That was when she recognized what was going on. For some strange reason, she was growing masculine genitalia... She was bothered by this at first, but the oncoming of her next heat put those misgivings at bay. She was lying in a bed of leaves, sheltered by a bit of building that hadn't collapsed yet, with her new, almost fully-grown penis lying limply against her sex. The desire began to burn inside her, and she rolled over, trying to fall asleep. Alas, her own desires were persistant, teasing the back of her mind relentlessly. Nervously, Araki raised her hand to her lips and gently licked her fingers. She could already feel her penis stiffening, which in itself was an odd sensation. Slowly, gently, she reached down to brush moist fingertips against it, which immediately sent a bolt of new sensation through her entire body, causing it to twitch involuntarily. She shuddered. *Easy, easy,* she thought to herself, slowly beginning to stroke up and down, each motion causing her muscles to twitch. Her breath shivered in her lungs as she began to run her fingers faster against the skin. It was standing tall now, and she quickly licked her entire hand before wrapping it about the entire thing, running it up and down, up and down, faster. Her hips began to jump on their own accord, and Araki moaned to the sky, begging for the great release of orgasm. Her eyes were barely open, seeing nothing as her whole being was bombarded by the delight of running her hand across her penis, generating pleasure, pleasure, more pleasure! She felt her labia-- now the housing place of her fully functional gonads-- begin to stir to life, readying themselves for something new, something wonderful. *Don't stop,* she begged herself, as if she were talking to a lover. *Oh, please, don't stop.* Her hand was moving furiously now, beating at her stiff and throbbing member. Then came the release, a powerful orgasm the likes of which she hadn't experienced in years. The flesh twitched between her fingers, a spurt of white, sticky cum shooting into the air as if proclaiming to the sky, *I am here, and I will not be ignored!* It continued to ejaculate, two, three, four spurts of cum firing into the air and splattering down on Araki's stomach and thighs. Her chest heaved as her fingers slowly uncurled from the quickly softening meat. Her hand was sticky, covered in the substance. Her mind hardly registered its purpose, but she did bring her hand to her face in order to lazily lick off the delicious cream. It was such that she fell asleep once again, her whole body warmed by the afterglow of her first cumming. \~\*\~\*\~ "This.. is incredible." Araki slowly paced in front of the computer while her hand cupped a fully formed (and perfectly sized, Araki noted) penis, complete with its own set of balls. Not only were they completely formed, but she could actually shoot cum out of her loaded member. What she was waiting for now, though, was confirmation from the computer whether it was really viable or not.. The head was still sticky from that lovely session. "Araki," the computer chimed, causing the dragoness to jump, "I have the results for you, if you will look at the screen." Her heart raced in her chest as she leaped over to the panel, looking down at a closeup view of her own sperm. The picture was a bit fuzzy, but there was no mistaking the energetic wiggle of every single life-making cell. "DNA analysis seems to indicate that there is a higher mutation rate than normal. This has both an advantage and a disadvantage when it comes to reproduction. It will result in a higher rate of miscarriages due to birth defects, but it will also greatly reduce the risk of genetic disorders due to inbreeding. Considering the dangerously low number your population has gotten to, the risks balance each other out to nearly the same risk of genetic defects from mating with your half-brother or sister." "Yes, but it's still a chance that I could start bringing the population back. Do you know whether the sperm is divided into male and female?" "Negative. The X and Y chromosomes have been heavily mutated. There is a 50% chance that the genetic defect will result in drastic fertilization complications." "It's a risk I'm willing to take... Guard the area, computer, I'm going to try and make a baby..." "Understood," it replied as she rolled onto her back inside the cupped dish of the computer's scanning device. Propped up on her elbows, she started attempting to turn the tip of her cock so that it at least pointed into her waiting vagina, gently pushing it with her fingers. The delicious sensations of calloused fingers against velvety flesh caused the length to stiffen, turning its nose away from the goal Araki put to it. This couldn't work, she realized even as a shudder sifted through her body. The dragoness sat up, curling forward until her nose had almost reached the tip of her half-hard penis. It was in easy licking range, but could she actually get it in her mouth? She twisted, squirming to get closer to her own genitalia. The smell became very apparent to her, musky and warm. This surprised her, as she had expected her own scent to be foul at this range. It was only encouragement, and soon she rolled onto her side and grasped her hips in either hand. The strain on her back was slightly painful, but now at least her own member was in fairly easy suckling distance. Araki licked her lips, feeling more than a little apprehensive about licking her most sensitive areas. But, oh, the smell! Her long tongue started to extend, tickling the very tip of her member. She shivered, it stiffened, and she only licked a little more. It was still as delicately vulnerable to pleasure as the clit it had sprouted from, which made coaxing it to full length an easy task. Her flesh was so deliciously salty and warm, her own heartbeat throbbing faintly just underneath the skin. Her tongue curled around it once, twice, then the fork of her tongue settled on one of her swollen labia. There it began to squeeze gently, slipping about the skin and tasting it with relish. She pulled the tongue upward, pulling it all back into her mouth to savor it on her palate while the gentle breeze cooled her flesh only slightly. Then she wrapped it up in warm tongue again, the underside delicately teased by the fork in her tongue. She strained further to bring her lips down upon it, gently nestling it between her incisors. With the sensations being so intimate, she had no fear of hurting herself while her tongue danced over the flesh, an elegant ballet of pleasure. Her eyes closed slightly, thoughts running through her mind of her goal finally being met. She would gladly do this over and over again just to let her belly swell at last with new life. Inner pressures in her mouth squeezed the head of her amazing cock. She began to suck gently, drawing it further into her maw and bringing the tongue with it. Massaging, flicking, her tongue continued to tease the hilt that supported a stiff, regal sword. Araki pulled it deeper into her mouth, her nose barely becoming wetted by the aromatic juices leaking from her vagina. She took a deep whiff, realizing just how empty it seemed in there. She released one hand to draw her tail close to the waiting opening, the tip swiftly being thrust inside to stimulate her in there as well. The pleasure compounded, her flushed skin beginning to throb with the need for the climax, the release, the deciding moment to determine whether she would become pregnant. The orgasm. There she lay, twisted up like some crazy pretzel as she held herself close, pumping the tip of her tail deep inside herself. She shoved more in, folding and twisting it around to take more room while her lips eagerly sucked and salivated upon the heavenly flesh of her more than ready meat. Claws started to dig into scales, her toes curling as they stuck straight into the air, every single atom in her body singing, the notes rising into a tremendous and explosive climax which sent several hot gushes of sticky seed into her mouth. She sucked it all up quickly, trying her best not to swallow a drop while she pulled her mouth off of the still stiff member. The dragoness made for the final goal, twisting herself even further, painfully, to release it all into her twitching pussy, recently vacated by the now slippery tail. A bit of it dribbled out from either side, but she knew she could feel it running down her inner walls, pooling at the bottom. When the last of it had been emptied from her mouth, Araki lay back to gasp for breath, the taste of her own semen still gracing her tongue. She tilted her hips upward, holding them there despite the pain in her back. She wanted all that was in there to stay there, making its way through her cervix and into her awaiting womb, hungry for the chance to procreate. \~\*\~\*\~ Many years passed, and many voices began to join those of the forest creatures. It began with a single infant's cry, then a child's squeal.. Hermaphrodite dragons were born one at a time, knowing full well that the taboos of incest would have to be put aside for many generations. Araki continued to play the role of mother, even when her two oldest children announced to her that she would become a grandmother...

Title: A special showing by thelastgasp Tags: Exhibitionism, M/M, Mouse, Snake, Snuff, Vore (soft) ? Swirls of cigarette smoke lazily drifted upwards through the dim lights of the club. The clank of dishes being picked up cutting through the dull chatter of the now well stuffed patrons. Predators of all stripes and sizes leaning back in chairs and rumbling in pleasure as attention drifts steadily to the large curtain on stage. A small sign promising a lovely, intimate little love story of a mouse and his anaconda lover, told in three acts. Of course, the mouse being listed as "Mouse, Feeder" and the picture of a pair of pink feet kicking from the gaping, scaled jaws of the anaconda hide little of what show they've really come to see. A few burps rumbling from the crowd as the lights casually begin to dim, impatient grumbles from an eager crowd. The curtain finally slowly draws open to reveal a slender mouse, the sleek, small male quite nude before the crowd. The albino's thin white fur doing nothing to hide the pink arousal bobbing against a belly. His ears perk over the crowd in pink embarrassment, the leather tag piercing his left ear marking him as a feeder for the restaurant. Red eyes take a quick look back, hearing the slam of the door shutting behind him with a cringe and hunch of shoulders. Pink paws nervously wringing in front of him as he looks over the crowd's lustful gaze with a quiet whimper, tail slapping the floor in anxiety. He nearly jumps when the quiet grinding of the anaconda's cage opens before his eyes, whining softly for all to hear. The stench of lust growing as the audience smells the fear and arousal off the mouse before them, leering upon the prey. His red eyes wide as they they gaze into the eyes of the creature that will soon kill him and end his days in that scaled gut. A sibilant hiss of scales dragging across the wooden stage announces the anaconda's leisurely entrance. A massive maw swaying back and forth towards the mouse's frozen form, long tongue flicking out experimentally towards the cowering male. Foot after foot of scaled predator sliding forth onto the stage as the crowd's attention focuses on the doomed prey. At least twenty feet of snake slithers towards the mouse's feet, that long tongue dancing here and there along the fine fur of his meal. The prey quivering in fear, soft hands reaching out to curiously stroke the thick scales and strong muscles of the immense snake before him, eliciting a pleased hiss as that broad head nuzzles back firmly. Slowly the large anaconda curls around those pink feet, a swaying dance of awkward pets and firm pushes as the mouse is guided towards center stage. Each attempt at stepping away from the spotlight in the center earning the prey a firm push from the snake's head, nudging and hissing forcefully to the dazed meal. The mouse squeaking nervously, his chest rising and falling steadily as he's turned around again and again by the shifting coils of the anaconda, finally tripping over the strong band of muscles and scales to land butt upturned In the spotlight on center stage. His eyes looking fearful to the crowd's leering stares, feeling the growing weight of a proud snake upon his back. There's a soft grunt and gasp from the mouse as he feels a slick firmness press to that upturned butt of his. His tail flicking and struggling to press down as that reptilian penis grinds up against the curve of his rump, helpless but to feel it swell and pulse against him to the cheer of the crowd. A heavy coil of tail presses under his arms, helping lift them from his chest as he's forcefully kissed by the snake's scaled lips. Act one soon ending as the snake draws himself lazily upon the frightful, writhing meal below him. The muffled struggles of prey are faintly heard as the first coil of tail loops around that panting chest. There's a quiet, slick squelch and pop, the mouse struggling to cry out against the firm kiss of his predator. The fat, slimy red snake penis visibly sinking into that slender upturned butt, mouse left bent over the snake's widest coil. A gurgle rumbles through that serpentine belly he rests on, making pink paw feet kick more from the futile struggles of his smaller body. Inch by inch that big coil of tail slides dry scales over his soft chest fur, soon helping him rest as it's girth encompasses him. The predator feeling that heart stammer in the chest he controls, a kiss breaking to slip his head back and gaze over his presentation. Mouse boy bent over his broad tail, rump upturned nicely to show off that fat, drippy cock grinding into the tightness of his butt. A strong, thinner coil of tail curled around a chest and helping push out arms to his side, ready to constrict. Nice bare feet kicking and jerking uselessly against the heavy scales and floor, to let the crowd appreciate the attempt at struggles. The slick squelch of fucking and panting of doomed prey as he patiently waits to let the moues fully realize his last moments alive, a very stiff arousal trapped between bellies scaled and furry. A whine leaving the mouse as he closes his eyes tightly, toes curling as he waits for his death. Death will not be swift coming for the feeder mouse unfortunately. A soft sigh of scales brushing fur as that broad coil of tail shifts and glides tighter. A moaned gasp pressed out as strong muscles press down upon that slender chest. Those paws starting to kick and hands push roughly, scratching at the dry scales of the constricting anaconda. Inch by inch those muscles clamp down, rippling and squeezing and pressing the air out of the mouse like a bellows pump. A whimpering cry of fear loudly pushed out before he's left quiet, followed by the faint 'hrrk' and hiss of breath straining to enter crushed lungs. The lewd sounds of rough mating in the background as the anaconda's arousal rises and falls into that exposed rump before him, a low hiss as the snake closes his eyes to savor the feel of prey in his grasp. Soon the mouse is forced silent, mouth opening and closing uselessly for air he is unable to grasp past that tight embrace. His long tongue drooling, wide eyed as he stares back at the audience enjoying his slow demise and struggles. The steady mating of the snake's thick arousal grows quicker as his tongue flicks across the mouse's face in pleasure. Eyes closed to concentrate on the sensations upon his taut scales, the firm kicks against his side and tight heat about his cock. The wonderful feel of a heart racing towards destruction as a chest cramps and strains helpless around his squeezing muscles. The firm slickness of a male's arousal on his belly, pulsing in deadly arousal as he slowly teases and rubs that hot flesh. Steadily he holds his lover and meal, a shudder rolling through the snake's body as he hisses in pleasure. The tight urge of orgasm quickly growing as his meal frantically tries to pull away from the painful embrace and fucking he's receiving, just making it all the more pleasurable for the anaconda. The mouse's ears lips have started to hint purple and blue, eyes staring widely at the growing spots and darkness in his vision. His tail and legs starting to flag as the steady need for air tires him out, dragging him slowly down as he tries to fight it off. There's a loud huff from the snake, a clench of muscles making a quiet gasp escape the blue lips of his meal. That thick arousal plunging painfully deep into a rump before it twitches lewdly for the crowd. The mouse straining with renewed vigor as ropes of cool, sticky semen begin to trickle down onto the floor. The strong, musky scent of cum heavy on the air as the snake empties his pleasure into the dying mouse beneath him. A low hiss as he shivers and curls slowly, twisting the meal in his grasp to lay him on top of his belly. Helping to show off the dripping butt against his cloaca and throbbing penis, drawing it messily out to ooze cum all over his scales and the floor below. While letting the crowd gaze upon the tense, dribbly length of mouse cock his tailtip rubs up against, pleasuring the weakening meal he holds so lovingly tight and secure. Eyes opening to watch his meal's cute little jerks as he acts out his last act on stage. The mouse has few lines left of his own at this stage, eyes wide and gazing dazed at the ceiling far above. His world spinning in that painful embrace of scales and muscles, just a toy the snake uses before he becomes meat. The steady masturbation against his arousal finally pushing his fading consciousness over the edge with a soft twitch. An arcing ribbon of cum gracefully splashing onto the snake's constricting coil, several more softer splashes of mouse seed gushing and dribbling onto his exposed belly as his toes curl and jerk in deadly pleasure. The prey tossing his head, strugglign for life as he feels it slipping out from his grasp, pressed out with his breath by the serpentine grasp of his predator. Finally that head slumps, eyes wide and gazing blindly in his unconscious sprawl. A close look would reveal the faint attempt at lungs to lift one last time, a flutter of heartbeat under a smothering embrace of muscles and scales. And with a last twitch of toes and long tail, the mouse expires before the crowd. Held for several more minutes to ensure he'll never move again, a quiet applause as the second act ends along with the mouse. The snake slowly uncoiling himself to lay the nude, dead rodent out before everyone to admire. Blue lips limply open, tongue dangling and eyes blindly gazing at the ceiling, his arousal flaccidly draped against a thigh, forever aroused before he disappears into the anaconda's maw. The final act begins with a crackling of jaws, distending open to press over the large dark ears of the dead mouse. Stretching out steadily, the slow, casual shifting of his maw onto the mouse's body begins. With a steady rhythm that maw shifts, dragging the mouse's still warm head into a bulging throat. A quiet rippling and slurping as that gluttonous maw engulfs that head fully, pulling it into the snake's throat with a not too subtle bulge of the mouse's muzzle visible pressing out. Soon those jaws stretch wider, shoulders crammed into the slimy throat of a greedy snake. The crowd politely chats as they watch the show ever so slowly finish before them. The steady swaying tug of jaws crawling down thin mouse fur drags and pulls the limp chest and belly of his meal into that squeezing embrace. Lips and tongue soon finding that nice, slick cum splattered belly to suckle on, while the bulge of shoulders and head lets one easily gauge how far he has progressed. Inch by inch his white fur and pink flesh is engulfed and swallowed down, until just a long tail and pair of slender legs remains. Those slim hips and perky butt soon making another indicator of the male's position within a snake's gullet, as legs begin to slide into that drooling maw. Leisurely the anaconda lifts those pink feet up, proudly showing them off as gravity aids the limp meal's trip into a slimy belly. At last those feet are kissed and licked, sweaty toes suckled upon before they dip past a greedy mouth. Then with a final pop, those jaws close once more. Sealing the mouse within his final resting place as that bulge makes it's final trip to the awaiting stomach he died upon. With the show over, there's a loud applause for the wonderful snake, and the excellent feeder mouse who gave his life for them to watch. The snake casually begins to slither off, bloated with mousemeat under his scales. The curve and bulge of the mouse's head, shoulders and hips revealing his position within that gluttonous snake's stomach. The diners getting up to leave as the anaconda returns to his cage to digest his meal and await the next special. For now dreams of struggling prey lulling him towards sleep as the show ends on a very successful note.

Title: Enjoying Friendship by Source Tags: Anal, M/M, Passion, Tiger, Wolf I've been wondering about who I truely am sometimes. My name is Jake. I'm a 14 year old boy, going to jr. high, abot 5'11" or so. Redish black hair, with a few ear peircings, not to mention I'm a tiger, with brown stipes rather then black. I've never had a girlfriend, and never really thought I wanted one. Thats what confuses me. Though strangly, I've always liked my best friend Mark. He's abit 5'9", black hair, slender, yet strong form, for a wolf. One day he invites me me over to his house, to cheer me up abit. I've been quite sad about my dad leaving us, though I only told him, I put on a happy face around others. I knock on the door, and he opens it. "Hey Jake." he says with a smile. "Hey there Mark." I reply as I walk into the living room. "Come on lets go to my room, I got the playstation set up." Mark says walking down the hall. As we're walking my eyes drift down his back, and a small thought crosses my mind. I get alittle twinge in my pants, and I try not to fuss. We enter his room, and he sits on his bed, and grabs the control. "My parents are gone, and probably won't be home til late." he says handing me a control. I sit on the bed and don't take the control. I look to him for a moment, the thought still in hy head, 'Maybe I should...Or...' I think to myself, looking into his eyes. "Jake, you ok?" he asks. "Yeah, fine Mark. I just got distracted." I said, taking the control and looking at the tv, as he starts a new game. We play for about an hour, letting him win most of the time, as I laugh. We get to talking about sports, mostly baseball, and our school track team. Having set the controls on the floor, it's giving me free roaming of the bed with out breaking anything. He falls over onto his back, on the bed laughing as we talk about how Bobcats lost to Strangers last week. I see my opening, and crawl over to him, and lift one leg up and over to his other side, my knees pinning his elbows down, so he can't move his arms. "Dude, what the fuck Jake?" he says staring at me. "I've never relized it til this week, but I've liked you for quite sometime." I say looking down at the puzzled look his face held. "Dude, I'm a guy, I'm not gay!" he says trying to get up, my knees still pinning him down. "I know, but as far as I can figure out, I am. Don't worry, you'll come to enjoy it. I have." I reply, the twich in my pants growing. "Why me? Why do you have to do this to me?" he asks. "Because, I can. Your my toy now, mine to do what I wish with." I say, unziping my pants, letting the growing buldge to be exposed. "Dude, don't. I'm still a..well...you know.." he says staring at the growing member. "Good, more fun for me. No girls have ruined you yet. Your body is mine for the taking." I say, one paw starting to rub up and down my growing member. A good ten inches, not bad for a young tiger my age. "Stop! You can't! I'm not gay!" he yells. "Well, that will all change, believe me, you'll enjoy this just as much as me." I reply. I then place the head to his lips and try to push them open. He resists at first, and mumbles, "Noo." trying to keep his mouth shut. I pinch his arm, making him yelp alittle, just enough for me to push my stiff cock in. He trys to scream, his warm breath blowing around my cock. I let out a moan, as his eyes then drift to mine. I start bobing my cock back and forth in his mouth, and down alittle in his virgin throat. He finally, relaxes abit, and lets out a short moan. "See I told you, you'd enjoy it." I said, moving quicker, mine and his own moans increasing. As I reach my first climax, I move abit faster. I then let out the first load of my warm tiger seed down his throat. He gags alittle but swallows. I smile, as abit drips from the corner of his mouth. I remove my cock, and slide down his body, removing his shirt, and kissing his chest. He lets out a few more short moans, and his eyes open wide abit as he relizes what I'm about to do. He stays relaxed, though is confuesed and puzzled by my actions. As I reach the top of his pants, I kiss his own growing bulge through them. I then grip the zipper with my front teeth and pull it downward. I then open it, one flap at a time, and his own cock, seems to stiffen and come from it's hiding spot, quicker then I thought. "See your enjoying it." I say, as I place my lips to it's head. Kissing and licking it, the roughness of my tounge, making Mark moan louder. I then pass it through my lips, into my mouth and start bobbing my head up and down on it, tounge still licking around it. As his moaning, and a few of my own grow louder, I start to suck on it abit, and bob quicker. "No, no stop, Jake! I'm...going...to...ahhh!" he screams as his own first load is quickly shot down my throat. I swallow it quickly, ever bit of it. I then remove my head and lick up the bit of it that had driped out. I then look up to him and smile. Setting my self properly, his eyes widen again. "What are you.." he trys to say, but was weakned from letting his own first load go. I then slowly line his hard cock with my tail hole, and being it still had some seed left over, I slid down on it rather fast. I let out a moan as I slide farther down. He squeels abit, but as I begin to move on it quicker, his moaning returns. I lean my head back, and increase speed. Moving up and down quickly. After a few short minutes, I could tell he was going to blow again, and so was I. I quickly increased my speed, as it approached for us both. His warm wolf seed shot into me, and I moaned loudly, seed rushing from my own member, onto his stomach and near his mouth. It lets me move even quicker as we moan louder. After a mintue, our loads stoped, and I slid off of his member onto the bed. He, thinking it was over, tried to sit up, but I pushed him down, and turned him over. "I said you were my toy, and I belive toys don't move on they're own." I said, grining. I lined my cock with his tail hole, and slowly, but easyly pushed it in. Me let out a moan, as his walls tightened. Making my own moan grow. though it was tight, I had my own seed still lightly coating the head of my cock, making it easy. I biult up a rythem, and in no time, I was moving quickly, holding onto his hips. He then began to move with me, and our pleasure increased yet again. As I moved quickly, he moved with me, my ball sacs slaming into his cheeks, making him move forward faster. He was moaning rather loud as we moved. Five minutes of this, and his virgin hole weaked, and finally we came. Shooting my last load into him, filling him quickly. He lets out a huge moan, and he himself releases onto the bed. The next minute I'm laying next to him, and he kisses me. We then take our gifts, and lick up each others 'messes' and then lay next to each other, and fell asleep, knowing this would happen again, though I knew, it would be more then just sex from now on.

Tags: Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation Text: This is it. This is what I have been working for. The SAT. I feel nervous tingles all over my curvaceous body. I am so young and able. I know it. There is potential for something BIG inside of me. I have always been a total workaholic, working up late in the night just to get some dumb projects done. I've done that way too many times. The worst part is always knowing that no matter how much you sleep, you're going to be dead in class anyways. I'm so glad that this is the last time that I'll have to worry about being a slave for these teachers. Most of them are just miserable and use us as their playthings because they didn't have it in them to go after those crazy impossible fantasy dreams. I snapped back into reality when it occurred to me that I was the next person in line to show my ID for entry. I handed over my ID and registration for the test. As the person admitting people in looked through their list in order to find what classroom I was to take the test in, I thumbed the bottom of my knee-high skirt. I became more aware of my light brown hair and brushed it to the side. I looked good right? I looked down at my royal blue button up shirt. It was nice and snug and tucked in. My body was nicely made, with hips that flared out slightly and a perky pair of boobs. My outfit displayed it all fine but my shoes... I snapped back into reality and realized that I was holding up the line. Right. I needed to get this test done. I apologized and moved along toward the hallway. I still felt nervous about this whole thing. Once I got into the room, I found a seat in the back corner. Settling in, it all set in on me. This was it. This was the test that would basically decide the rest of my life. This was the last testing session that they would have for the year and it was my first time taking it. Okay, yeah that wasn't responsible of me. Great. I mean, I never really have been that talented in school. I put so much effort in though. That's what always bugged me so dearly about this school system. My smart friends don't know how easy they always have it. They always get the best grades without any effort. They'll have no problem getting into an Ivy League school or whatever. On the other hand, people like me that worked their ass off don't get anywhere. Now I'll probably fail this test like so many of the other ones I've taken over the years. Then I'll be forced to go to some second rate school and take out student loans. Then I'll have to keep working hard to pay them off for the next two decades while my smart-ass friends won't have paid a dime and they'll go great places. Who thought this was a good system anyway? As I came back into the world of the living, I found that the proctor was starting to hand out the exam. Oh shit! I felt the sudden wave of panic rush over me. Oh man. This is really it. I'm going to get buried by these few sheets of paper. I watched helplessly as the proctor passed by disinterested in me, dropping the test on my desk like a pilot dropping a carpet bomb attack on me. I felt like I might faint or die. The test was finished being handed out and the proctor began on the list of directions that hardly anyone listens to. Maybe that's just me. I went through the motions, all the while scrambling in my mind to remember all of the lessons that I had been taught. I had nothing to latch onto. I could almost feel myself going over the edge of an abyss, looking into the future. This is never going to end well. Why even bother with college? It's not like...oh shit it's starting. The proctor said that no calculators were to be used on the first few questions. Wait, we had to bring calculators? Oh crap. My hand went up instinctively to ask the proctor for one. He gave an expression that suggested he was annoyed that I had interrupted him and made this entire session just a little bit longer for him. He said that their were no calculators available and went back to reading the last of the directions. What was I going to do? This is going to be a bigger train wreck than I could have imagined. He gave the final words and the test began. I turned the page feeling low on the inside. The first question was on trigonometry and I already felt at a loss. I held my pencil over the answer sheet coldly. Time seemed to freeze. What did I want? I mean, really, what did I want? I know that I didn't want to be a loser. I wanted to stop breaking my back for nothing. I wanted to be loved for once. I wanted people to stop looking past me, avoiding me and through me like a don't exist. I wanted to be noticed. I wanted to be...bigger. Yeah, that's it. I know that I have it in me and I want other people to see it. I want to be so big that people will see me and be jealous of what I've got. Aw, just drop it,okay. That's a pipe dream and you know it. Just fail this stupid test be a nobody forever. I let my pencil touch the paper to fill in C when it hit faster than I had time to react. My heart lept and started beating faster and my body had a familiar onset of excitement, the kind that you get when you kiss someone for the first time. My face felt flushed and I almost felt exposed even though no one was paying any mind. My chest felt more sensitive than the rest of my body. My body felt more intimate as I filled in the bubble more, like the person I was kissing was leaning in closer and caressing me more. I filled the rest of the answer in and the rush ebbed away. Wow. That was so unbelievable. My tension of a few moments ago was a distant memory. I looked at my paper and somehow it seemed like my body was slightly closer to it. That didn't make sense since my back was against the chair. My shirt also felt slightly more snug in the chest area. I shifted myself a bit and felt fine again. That whole scene now was so weird. It couldn't have been anything really. It must have been some subconscious attempt to make myself feel more comfortable as I fail. I looked back at the test. Alright let's fill another in. I tested choice A out by letting my pencil point touch it. Nothing happened. Of course nothing happened. I almost readied to fill it in when I thought I might as well give the others a try at least. No sooner than my pencil had touched choice B did I feel another euphoric feeling spread through me. I breathed deeply and savored the burst of emotion. Once the answer was filled in, the feeling drifted off again. I could feel that my chest area was tighter again and slightly more so than the first time. I looked down in silent awe. It was undeniable, unreal. My breasts were actually...bigger? Oh my God? Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my GOD! This is impossible. How? My mind raced with possibilities. It's allergies. I'm dehydrated. I'm hallucinating. Life isn't real. This isn't real. I felt overcome with excited nervousness. I had to fill in one more to be certain. I found the answer quickly by tapping the choices and the emotions flooded back in making me gasp with pleasure. No one looked up yet but I knew without having to look at my chest that it was another quarter inch bigger. My shirt hugged me a little bit tighter. I wanted to laugh or cry. I could find the right answer every time. This was everything I could hope for. Was this what I wanted? This seemed so dangerous. There are so many questions on this test. How big will I get? I don't want to be too suspicious. I can't get a perfect score. Would it even matter? If I keep growing like this, I might not need to go to college. This was so perfect. For the first time in my life, I had the trump card. I could make the moves I wanted. A wry smile worked its way on my face. This was going to be so good. I brought down my pencil deliberately and slowly worked my way through each bubble, enjoying the excitement that filled my being and body. My chest creeped forward and my buttons slowly started showing strain. It was so great that I almost forgot to throw a question or two. I filled in one of the wrong answers, half expecting to deflate or worse. Nothing happened. That was great I guess. By the end of the first section, my bust was 5 inches bigger. The proctor said what he needed to in order to proceed to the next section. I felt myself up discreetly, as if the proctor or anyone else could be bothered to turn my way yet. They felt plush and more sensitive. Why weren't they heavier? Ah, whatever, the next section was starting and now everyone set up their calculators. The proctor gave the cue and off I was again on my adventure to my dreams. I filled in the first problem of the section and immediately felt the difference in feeling. It was deeper, driving me closer the edge. I filled in another question and then another one. My chest inched ever further. Halfway through the section I noticed that my chest was pulsing slightly. It dawned on me that I was getting closer to cumming. I gave myself a slight break. My boobs were already brushing the edge of my desk and my nipples gently rubbed the desk's side. It was making me so ready for anything. I opened a button to relieve my pressure. Luckily, my shirt below it was a similar color and it gave the illusion that my boobs weren't bursting out of my shirt. I felt a bit calmed down and continued on. The ecstasy made everything go by so impossibly. I could feel everything, every inch of it and yet there was nothing happening. Right? I can't even think straight. I'm losing time. I'm not going to finish. Wait, no I'm going faster than everyone else. I'm not enjoying the ride. I can't control myself. Then, I looked down to see that I was done. I glanced at the clock. I had a few minutes to spare. I breathed and felt the edge of the desk pushing my boobs defiantly. I was about 15 maybe 16 inches more than when I began. My boobs felt light and perky, like they desired more than anything to drag me to the ceiling. No more inflating. I looked so sexy. I was already naturally modestly curvy, but now I was amazing. I concentrated and pushed down my dream of being bigger. I could will it away right? It was the way I had done it the first time. The proctor still was in his own world and the reading and writing half of the test ensued. Would I still be able to get the right answer? I might do better with this section. I drew my pencil and went to the answer sheet. I tried the answers methodically. Then I felt it. The exotic feeling swelled inside me again but it was different. I kept filling it in and I felt as if I was getting the slightest bit higher in my chair. No way, it couldn't be! I felt my hips and legs. They felt just a bit bigger. It was unmistakable. I had literally pushed my dream down into my lower half. My face felt flushed. I always wanted a rounded out rear. This was turning out to be the best day of my life. I moved down the sheet, picking up inches in my hips along the way. It was getting more passionate as I moved along. I wish you knew how it felt. I've never had sex with someone before but if I did, it would feel like someone had found every one of my most sensitive points and was stroking each of them skillfully. I couldn't understand my own love. Nothing was even touching me and yet it was like someone was right there testing my buttons. I was dangling on the edge blossoming. I threw a question or two and found that I was at the end. I breathed softly. I examined my own inflated image. It was like I was looking through someone else's eyes. This wasn't myself. It was some gorgeous star that people must adore by the millions. She must be on the front of a lot of magazines. Her full hips curved into smooth legs that clumsily couldn't help being flawless. I wish I could be her. She must be so confident. She doesn't have anything to be ashamed of. Look over there. That poor soul in the front of the room. He's telling those kids to finish their work. They should just have... fun. Oh those kids just want to play and be lovely. I turned to the final section in my dreamlike state. Was it time to start? I felt like it was so I went on. Whoever's body this belonged to was so lucky. The scenery blurred and fell away. Things felt light and delicious. Everything tangible and intangible swelled and grew. I felt like so happy. This...was my life. This was all for myself. I felt so nostalgic. It was like I was cuddling with a warm blanket. It kept getting lighter and softer. I fell deeper and deeper until I found the deepest resolve ever. I knew who I was. Then I floated back to the surface. I knew without looking at the test that I was done. The proctor's lips moved and I got up feeling stronger and uplifted. I walked over to his desk, barely touching the floor. I was almost floating toward him. His lips stopped making movements. I was in front of him. I handed over my test. He was stunned. I laid it on his desk. To my right, I saw a frozen class of test takers. They couldn't take their eyes off of me. I looked around the room, not spying anyone worthwhile. They didn't deserve to share my dream. I flipped my hair and turned to leave. The floor swept under me. Even it didn't feel worthy enough to touch me the way it once had. I walked out of that room, that school, knowing that I had what I wanted. Now I was ready to find the person that would be worthy enough to share my dream and my sensuous body.